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agroteraa · 3 months

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Actaeon

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

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Part 1.

Part 2: Artemis

Part 3.1: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.1)

Part 3.2: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.2)

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, light choking.

Word Count: 5K

"Venetia! I also wanted to..."

But she had already triumphantly closed the bathroom door. You slammed the door a couple of times, but all you heard in response was the muffled sound of water and a Paris Hilton song blasting from the speakers that were in that room. She would definitely listen to the entire album during her bath procedures, and certainly more than once.

Clearly, this would take a long time. It was too long to wait - you'd been shivering from the cold. Nothing special had happened, you just opened the window in your room and were so engrossed in reading a book that you forgot about everything in the world. The summer days in Saltburn were hot, but still the nights gave you chills sometimes. So, every fascination has its price to pay.

The second bathroom in your wing of the house broke down tonight. That was bad, because the servants could not cope on their own, and it was too late to call the plumbing, and there was no such urgent need when there were several bathrooms. It was a pity the senior Cattons didn’t know that when Venetia used to occupy the only bathroom nearby, that was indeed the most urgent need.

You didn't want to bother Felix and Venetia's parents, much less use their bathroom. James and Elspeth were friends of your parents and this was far from your first summer in Saltburn, but still it would be somehow too inconvenient, they were not your uncle and aunt, after all. There was also no question about the servants' bathroom, it seemed even more inconvenient for you to occupy a bathroom that was used by more than 10 people at once.

There was only one option left if you wanted to lie in the bath for as long as you wanted so that no one would bother you, and right now.

You went down to the living room, where you could hear the sound of the TV. Felix was sitting next to Oliver, smoking a cigarette, switching channels and talking cheerfully to his friend.

"Hey Felix!" you spoke to the guy, and he turned to you, his face reflecting the blue light from the TV in the semi-darkness.

"Yes, Y/N?" he smiled.

"Mm... Can I use your bathroom now? We’ve got one tub malfunctioning, and Venetia got stuck in the other, deciding to do Live at Saltburn's Bathroom 2007, no less..."

You specifically said "your bathroom," looking at Felix the whole time. It was more correct to address both guys at once, but you just couldn't look into Oliver's eyes like that and ask him to use his bathroom with Felix.

"Say no more," he grinned, "Of course! Go ahead, enjoy yourself!"

"Thank you," you smiled and nodded at him, and at that moment you finally looked at Oliver. Unlike you, he had been doing nothing but staring at you all this time. You looked into his blue eyes on a face that was bathed in blue light, which made his eyes seem even more piercing. But he never said anything, absolutely nothing. His expression was unreadable. Was he offended that you didn't address him?

You smiled shyly at Oliver, nodded too, and left the room, bumping into Farleigh in the doorway, who was carrying a large pack of crisps.

"Hello, Y/N! How are you... hey Felix, did you switch that reality show that I was watching?!"

"Of course, yes, because no one wants to watch it except you," Felix replied.

"What? It's "Big Brother", actually! Yes, it's a great show, and we all need a little drama sometimes late in the evening! I bet Oliver likes it too. Yes, Oliver?"

"Oh, please!" Felix rolled his eyes and teasingly began to put the remote away from the hands of the approaching Farleigh.

You chuckled and finally left the room. You never looked at Oliver again, but you could swear that you felt his gaze burning into your back.

God, could he really be offended? Or maybe you did something or said something before and didn't realize it? It seems that Oliver had been noticing a lot, but always kept everything to himself.

Oliver, this guy. You met him at Oxofrd and you chatted and even went to some pubs with him and Felix a few times, but you didn't understand what he was like then. To tell the truth, you still had no idea, but the main reason why you were afraid to look him in the eye when you asked about the bathroom was that you thought he would immediately feel and find out about the crush that had been developing for him for the second month now of your growing closer with him here, in Saltburn.

The only thing you could say for sure was that he was not as insecure and awkward himself as you thought at university, rather he was silent and observant, knowing the value of himself, his words and actions. Attentively listening and being generally deep. His inner confidence and even some kind of mystery began to intrigue you in earnest.

Walking through the corridors of the beautiful old manor, you thought to yourself that you were even glad that everything turned out that way with your bathrooms. The thought of you lying in the same hot tub that Oliver lied almost every night strangely excited and turned you on.

You reached the right room, looking around - it was quiet and cozy. You immediately started taking water into the bathroom, and while you were waiting, you started walking in circles. Here was Felix's bathroom table, next to which his red robe was carelessly hung, two crushed toothpastes and a brush with slightly protruding bristles. You imagined that he was brushing his teeth with the speed and power of a blender in order to quickly deal with this chore and get down to much more interesting things that another day had prepared for him.

You laughed softly at this thought, and then went over to Oliver's side.

Everything was surprisingly neat in contrast to his neighbor, one almost full paste, one brush, two neatly folded towels. You wonder where his robe was. Did he come and go without it?

Gods, you started to think about something wrong. But it was too late – you already started imagining Oliver in his underwear, how he comes into this bathroom, takes them off and lies down in a hot tub… Or maybe he comes and goes here right away without underwear? Ugh... that's enough.

You decided not to lock the door from Felix's room - the boys were obviously absorbed in domination for the telly, besides, they know that you were here, so you just loosely closed the door. No one should come in.

The bathtub was almost full of water, you impatiently took off your clothes and decided to put them together with your bathrobe... where? You didn't want to go to Oliver's side - it was too minimalistic and clean. And besides, it seemed like... too intimate for some reason. But Felix's side would tolerate it, also there were a couple of spare towels in the corner that you forgot to take.

You carefully lowered yourself into the bath, the hot water started nibbling your skin. God, it felt so good. You gradually began to stretch and relax.

There was something about lying in an empty room in the bath while the water was still bubbling. The light was pleasantly dimmed, and the air in the room was gradually getting hot and sticky. This kind of environment had always calmed you down and turned you on at the same time. Except that there was a lot more of the excitement this night rather than the calming.

Thoughts of Oliver came back to you. The way he leaves his room, comes into this very bathroom, fills it just like you did. He lies down in it, as you were lying now, inhales hot air and breathe out even hotter air. Beads of sweat are gathering on his body. And you'd already seen his body too many times while you were swimming or sunbathing. Even you, being more of a face girl rather than a six-pack girl, could not sometimes look away, it was good that most of the time you were wearing sunglasses and he hardly noticed anything. Usually you rather admired his face and beautiful eyes, but now, in your fantasies, his eyes were closed, so your imagination stopped at his beautiful figure and, without too much modesty, began to write it out in details.

You couldn't help yourself, except…

The fingers on your left hand began to lightly brush your lips from left to right, you felt your own hot breath. You wondered if they were…

Then the hand began to descend lower, to your breasts, gently cupping one breast. Fingers slowly drew circles around your nipple, and then squeezed it, causing you to bite your lip and inhale sharply.

...if it were his hands, then....

The water was hot, but the heat below you was even stronger. Unable to resist it, your hand moved even lower, carefully making its way through your folds. You started caressing yourself. All these stoked emotions, tension, unspoken words lately, it was all too much. Of course, when you turned to Felix, the first thing you thought about was that it wasn't him using this bathroom, but someone else. What if he did it too, right here in this place?

...You wonder if those were his hands, would they have caressed you the same way?

This and the previous thoughts and the briefly popped images in your head finally brought you to the peak.

"Oliver..." you whispered loudly, unable to keep that name on your lips.

He almost gave himself away at this point.

Of course, you weren't alone all this time. While Felix and Farleigh were arguing over the right to own the remote, Oliver sat next to them, unable to believe that this was happening. You were going to his bathroom. Of course, in his thoughts now (and maybe in his plans for the future) it wasn't just you and Felix's bathroom, no. You, lying in his bathtub, was the only way to say it correctly and so... luscious.

He was already preoccupied with these thoughts from the very beginning, when you innocently asked Felix about the bathroom, and was just waiting for the right moment to slip away from this company. Fortunately, Elspeth soon joined them, and James came in after her, so, thanks to new guests in the room and the still ongoing discussion about what the Catton family would be watching on TV that evening, Oliver was able to slip away without much difficulty.

He impatiently followed your footsteps, counting in his head whether it was enough time to pass for you to look around there, fill the bath, lie down in it and start relaxing. Thinking about the last words, Oliver began to tense up in a certain sense and in a certain place. Yes, he decided, enough time had passed.

Very quietly, he walked through Felix's dark room to the crack in the door, which left a narrow strip of light from the next room. You were lying in the bath. God, it was a pity that he missed the moment when you took off your clothes and lay down there, but it was also good. He would see everything again, and very soon.

Oliver breathed very quietly and slowly.

God, how beautiful you were, even that small part of your body that could be seen from the bathroom and was also limited to the door crack was inexpressibly beautiful to him. He felt like an ancient Greek myths character, some kind of satyr watching the bathing of a beautiful nymph. No, the goddess. He thought of himself as Actaeon, and you were now his Artemis, taking your bath. A hunter who made his way to the goddess of hunting in the forest and was punished for his excessive curiosity, desires and impatience.

It was also some kind of forbidden act, as if he had actually made his way into the sacred grove. The grove was sacred, but he was glaring at you in a completely blasphemous manner. If he had got to be turned into a stag or something, he was willing to pay the price right now. Every fascination has its price to pay. Although no, not right now.…

Oliver was breathing very quietly and slowly, but soon his breathing became heavier and heavier.

It was too much when you started slowly running your hand over your body, starting with your lips and going lower and lower.

His mouth involuntarily opened in amazement, and then his jaw clenched, and he gnashed his teeth almost audibly. He bit his lip. It was impossible to tolerate, no. His own hand also began to slowly descend.

What was he counting on? Probably just to see you lying in his tub, left to yourself. He didn’t know himself. But for some reason, he did not hope for what was happening at that moment. What or who is Y/N thinking about now? He would give a lot to know that. And he would give everything to change the answer to his own name.

His excitement and despair grew within him every passing second.

He did not calculate exactly what happened next. Or rather, he could have guessed only in his wildest dreams. But it must be said, Oliver always had wildest dreams, which he quickly began to believe in.

"Oliver..." - the acoustics of the bathroom and the silence around gave away your secret, and the sensitive hearing of the bearer of this name picked it out unmistakably.

At that moment, the pupils of his eyes widened to their limit, as if he had just learned the most important secret of the universe, which he had longed to possess all his life. To some extent, even on the modest scale of human life and the moment, this was exactly the case.

So, yes. All this time Y/N was thinking about him. Not about Felix. Not about Farleigh. God, it was not even about Venetia or anyone else. About him. About Oliver. About Oliver Quick.

He smiled broadly at the thought that his observations, his intuition and his wildest dreams had met at a single point of truth. He knew that he hadn't made much of an impression on you in those brief meetings you had at Oxford. But you made an impression on him, and that was enough. He was good at waiting, and he was even better at planning. All this getting closer with Felix, this whole year – it was all for you first of all. He knew that you were friends, that you were the daughter of his parents' friends, and that you were often invited to stay at the Catton family estate, and he did everything to get there too. Yes, even if he didn't make a big first impression on you, even if you didn't study together, even if Felix didn't study with you and your paths didn’t cross often enough to communicate a lot at Oxford, but Oliver knew the place where all this would happen. In Saltburn.

That was why he’d been working very hard for the last two months – even if he wasn't always a good conversationalist, he was a great listener and an even better observer. You began getting closer, and he clearly caught your attention. But to what extent, even Oliver was not sure. It seemed that you communicated with Felix and Farleigh with much more ease, even flirting a little. And not only with them, in general, your ease was expressed in communicating with anyone. With anyone but him. More and more often, you began to avoid his gaze, felt visually uncomfortable, stiffed when you were alone with him, and felt a clear relief when someone joined your company. Did you really get to know him better, and the initial indifference became a constant awkwardness in his presence? Oliver was very afraid of that. And deep down he hoped that this way you could just mask your affection for him, because sometimes people do that. This was also present in him to some extent, or rather, it used to be, because Oliver Quick decided to bury his insecurity and shyness deep inside himself. He was not quite done with it yet, but oh the boy was trying, he was trying very hard. He wanted to kill everything in himself that prevents him from becoming who he desired to be and getting what he wanted. Or who he wanted.

That brief smile changed again to a soundlessly open mouth that almost gave out a groan. Oliver held his hand tightly on his crotch, holding onto the wall with his other hand so that his knuckles turned white. After that confession of yours, Oliver was ready to burst into the bathroom at the same second, but no. He would restrain himself, he would not do that. He would be smarter than Actaeon.

He was really able to keep his composure and wait for you to relax and move away from your blessed condition a little, diving into the water a little deeper and slightly closing his eyes from pleasure and calmness that came to you. He moved noiselessly to the other side of the room. He exhaled deeply. Oliver looked at the half-finished can of Red Bull that had been on Felix's bedside table near the entrance for almost a week. Now it was time to act.

You heard footsteps approaching and shivered, opening your eyes.

"Knock, knock! May I come in?" a familiar voice asked sweetly and quite lively.

"Oliver? What are you..." you started, but he interrupted you by going into the bathroom, without waiting for your invitation or even more so for a refusal.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I need to change my clothes urgently," he began guiltily, "I-I'm not looking!"

He was actually walking past you, covering his face with his hand.

"What's happened?" you asked, half rising from the tub.

"I spilled a drink on myself. It's so unsuitable, because this is a shirt that Felix recently gave me, so that I, quote, "won’t wear the same thing over and over again, otherwise it upsets mother, we're not some kind of paupers here, she said to him." This is so damn awkward," he said frustratedly.

"Yes, of course, come in. It's okay."

"Thank you, Y/N! Once again, I'm sorry for the suddenness."

Oliver disappeared and rummaged in his room for a while, and then knocked again, but this time from the side of his own door.

"Yes? Do you want to go back?"

"Yes. And no. Not quite. It seems that I need to wash my shirt right now, before the stain is completely dry..."

"Can you just leave the shirt to the maids?"

"No, no! Disturbing people at such a late hour...And again, until I find someone and get there..."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Come in... if you won’t be watching,"

"While I'm washing my shirt, I won't," Oliver smiled.

He entered the room with his eyes closed in a caricature manner and showed a white shirt with a dark yellow Red Bull stain on the shirt hanging in his outstretched arms. He was wearing white tank top and black trousers, which were only left part from his dinner costume. He also took off his shoes.

"Yeah, I see it. Maybe you can wash it with soap or something?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do now," Oliver went to his sink under a mirror, starting to wash the stain.

You didn't promise not to look. This view of him, the combination of a formal suit with something casual, formed a knot in your stomach. The white tank top that accentuated his slender torso and exposed his muscular arms so well, which were now busy doing laundry, black suit trousers that hugged his legs and ass in such a nice way, as well as the fact that he was standing barefoot in the bathroom, created a feeling of some kind of intimacy. Few people could see him like this even in this house, as if you came from some sort of gala dinner, and now you saw him in the process of changing clothes between some business. It was like you came together, and this was just your house, and that only you were allowed to see this semi-domestic, yet at the same time very sexy look. You inhaled the air quite sharply.

He didn't promise not to watch either. Therefore, the smile slipped from his face, since you did not see him from this angle, from where he could watch you through the mirror while washing his shirt, completely not looking at it. The smile faded because he could barely contain himself again. He was breathing heavily the hot and sticky air of the bathroom. Damn if only could he pounce and ravish you right now, in this very bath. Oliver was reveling in the way you were looking at him, the way you were looking at him now, thinking that he didn't notice it. Your sharp sigh was the last drop.

"Thinking about something?" Oliver asked you in an even tone.

"What? Oh, no, I just, uh..."

"It's weird, I thought I heard your voice when I first came in here. Did you talk to someone?"

"Of course not, because it's just me... and you."

"I could swear you were talking to someone..." Oliver said wistfully.

You felt the heat in the still hot bath water again, only now your face was burning. Did he hear you muttering his name? It couldn't be, could it have happened before he came in? Or did you not remember something? You were so relaxed. And now you were tensing up, afraid that he would find out your little, or rather, very, very big secret, which you were afraid to fully admit even to yourself.

"I... don't..."

Oliver sighed and stopped washing his shirt, turning to you and leaning on his table. He stared at you unblinkingly, arms crossed over his chest. You instinctively gasped and covered your chest with your hands, crossing your legs.

"My dear, I don't bite. Be a good girl and tell me who you were thinking about while lying in that bathtub, mm?"

"You promised not to look!" It seems like your face couldn't be any redder than it was now.

"I said I wouldn't look while I’d be washing my shirt," Oliver raised both hands in front of him, looking straight into your eyes, "As you can see, I'm done with it."

"But I’m not done with you at all," he thought to himself and slowly began to approach you from behind.

"Oliver, what are you-"

"Shh," he knelt down and gently put his hands on your shoulders, carefully gathering your wet hair to the center of your neck, "I won't look if you want, but let me apologize for my intrusion, I didn't mean to bother you."

He began to gently massage your shoulders, as the pads of his thumbs moved to your neck. You sighed softly and shifted your legs. It seems like both halves of your body were burning equally badly now.

"That's it, good girl," he cooed softly, exhaling hot air almost into your ear. His measured breathing burned your neck, "So, will you tell me who you were thinking about while lying in this tub?"

He asked the question as if he knew the answer to it. You wanted terribly and didn't want to tell him at the same time. It seems that even if you wanted to, the words were stuck in your throat. His long fingers began to tighten, moving slightly towards your neck. "I won't leave it until you tell me yourself." You twitched your legs again. Were you scared or did it turn you on? It seems to be both.

"And please don't hide with your hands from me, yeah? Do you know how fuckin' beautiful you are?" he took one hand off from your neck and gently pushed your hand away, taking up space under your breasts. There was a complete silence in the room. He moved a little to the left side of the tub. At that moment, your eyes met, and everything inside you turned upside down. His beautiful blue eyes were now almost dark with longing. His breathing was slow and heavy, shaking the already hot and sticky air between your faces. The tension was too strong to resist. Yes, it seems that your feelings towards each other were mutual.

Your lips slowly met, and then everything was like a blur. After a short while, Oliver sensually ran his tongue over your lower lip, asking for an invitation to come in. You opened your mouth a little more, where he immediately had slipped with his tongue, leisurely enjoying every corner of your mouth as much as possible. Then he broke the kiss in the lips just to kiss your collarbone without breaking your visual contact. You remembered that his other hand was resting under your chest, and now it began to stroke your skin and climb higher. Oliver began caressing your breasts just the way you had done before – first cupping it in his hand, and then slowly began to lead circles around your nipple until he squeezed it lightly. You cried out softly with pleasure.

"So, darling? And now you're going to tell me who you were thinking about...?"

If earlier words did not come out of you because of surprise and sensation of a slight fear, now they did not come out of you because of excitement and disbelief in what was happening in general. Oliver grinned, closing his eyes, lowering and shaking his head a bit. Then he stood up and, cupping your face in his hands, kissed you again. But this time the kiss was greedy, almost immediately his tongue penetrated you mouth, without asking for any permission now. But you didn't need it, you almost moaned into his lips in response. One of his hands moved from your cheek to your neck and began to squeeze it lightly.

After breaking the kiss, he looked at you again. It seems that now you were ready to reveal his name, but decided not to do so, to see what would happen next, gathering all the remnants of your weakening will, and silently looked at him in response. Oliver seemed to catch this mood and, giving you a dark excitement smile, took a step back, removing one hand from your throat and moving it to your inner thigh. His other hand was on your chest again. Your body covered with goosebumps under the water. He entered you with one finger, and you finally let out a real moan. Smiling with satisfaction, he added his second finger and increased the pace. The water started splashing out of the bathtub from your fidgeting and legs movements. The hand that rested on your breast began to squeeze it, and the thumb massaged your nipple rougher and rougher. You began to moan more often and louder under the caresses of your uninvited, but such a welcome guest. Perhaps it was more correct to say that you were the guest, and he was more like the host here, but your already confused thoughts were interrupted by his hoarse and authoritative voice, "Who were you thinking about lying here, touching yourself? Whose hands were you imagining at that moment?"

You just moaned in response, and he picked up the pace.

"Say the name, say it out loud"

"Oh... Oliver! It was you, Oliver."

"Yes," his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze darkened even more, and his mouth let out a soundless moan full of satisfaction at what he had heard. He had experienced complete moral satisfaction, and now he would give you a physical one.

He bent down to you more, greedily and sloppily kissing you, without taking his hands off caressing your body, he added the third finger, and in less than a minute you came loudly under his fingers.

You were breathing heavily, just like Oliver himself. You looked at each other, both of you had a swarm of thoughts and a hurricane of feelings in your heads. "Good, sweet Y/N. I'm so glad that tonight turned out that way," he kissed you again, sweetly and almost innocently. He sat on his knees by the bath for a while and just looked at you. You started to get embarrassed again and looked away.

"I'm sorry, you probably need some time alone, and they've probably been waiting for me downstairs. The shirt still needs to be hung up to dry!" he said cheerfully, getting up from his knees, quickly taking the shirt from the sink and disappearing into his room. When he returned, you saw that he was wearing shoes again, and another shirt was thrown over his tank top.

"Have a pleasant late evening, Y/N! If you're not tired, join us in the living room," Oliver smiled at you, and then, already standing in the aisle, added quite nicely but firmly, "And if you want or need to use this room again, put your things down and take towels from my half of the bathroom, hmm?"

With these words, he left the room, leaving you in a storm of feelings and once again thinking how observant and puzzling he was sometimes, as it may not seem at first.

He was over the moon, but of course he would like to get a lot more out of you than he got today. But he knew how to wait, a good hunter should be able to do it, and today Oliver praised himself that he did it perfectly. Actaeon was considered the best out of the mortal hunters.

He was running, almost flying down the estate towards the living room. The Cattons were probably watching some nonsense there, as they always did. But he didn't care, because all his thoughts were about tomorrow night, hoping that you would come to use his bathroom again. Hoping that Venetia would occupy your bathroom again for a long enough time, and if she wouldn't, then maybe he would consider clogging of the second tub.

Oliver knew how to wait, and even better he knew how to act at the right moment.

Surely, he would surpass Actaeon himself.

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enbysiriusblack · 3 months

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tbh in any ship, james is a stay at home dad. his partner is always working, got that job they love. whilst he stays at home and looks after the kids (he'd hire a cleaner to clean the house, he's rich). like that man is not suitable for a job! i am dead serious when i say he'd be paris hilton in the simple life if you made him work! he is so early morning run and work out then makes breakfast and packs kid's lunches then takes kids to school then chats to friends and neighbours and random strangers then does some house jobs then picks the kids up and takes them to the park or to clubs then makes dinner. if you cannot imagine him in an apron, leaning against the kitchen side as he chats for hours to sirius over the phone, fiddling with the cord, until he suddenly needs to pick hari up from school because hari called a teacher a stupid face, then you're wrong. james is The stay at home dad ever.

#james potter #marauders era #marauders

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planetofsnarfs · 2 months

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Former mommy vlogger Ruby Franke once said, in one of her many, many mommy vlogs, that she would never accept being “canceled,” and anyone who didn’t like the way she treated her children just hated “responsibility.”

Yesterday, a judge sentenced Franke, who pleaded guilty to four counts of child abuse this past December, to one to 15 years for each count, to be served consecutively. The Utah Board of Pardons and Parole will determine the exact amount of time she will serve, though it will not be more than 30 years as that is the maximum allowed for consecutive sentences in the state.

Some might say that’s a little more than “canceled.”

Ruby Franke, like many Mormon ladies in Utah, had a family YouTube vlog documenting every day of her life with her husband and six children and dispensing parenting advice. It was called “8 Passengers” and it was hugely popular among the kinds of people who watch family vlogs. How huge? Two and a half million followers huge.

Then, one day, she bragged in a video about how her daughter Eve’s kindergarten teacher texted her to tell her that she didn’t have any lunch, and could Ruby please come bring her one, whereupon Ruby informed the teacher that it was Eve’s responsibility to pack her own lunch, and if she didn’t have any she would just have to go hungry. Ruby added that she hoped no one gave her daughter anything to eat.

This got a lot of traction outside her usual audience of family vlogger fans, from people who didn’t think it’s actually great parenting to starve children.

Not long after that, she recorded a video with her son Chad who revealed that, a month after he came home from a “wilderness camp” for troubled teens (which sounds a lot like that horrifying one Paris Hilton was sent to), he played a silly prank on his little brother, waking him up and telling him to pack his things because they were all going to Disneyland. His punishment? He wasn’t allowed to have a bed for the next seven months and had to sleep on a bean bag.

Ruby laughed and laughed the entire time like what she did was real cute.

This didn’t go over well with viewers, and eventually someone started a Change.org petition to demand that the Utah Department of Child and Family Services do a welfare check. They started calling as well, and eventually they checked on the Frankes and, well, didn’t do jack shit. While they didn’t do anything, 90 percent of Franke’s sponsors on her YouTube channel did. They left.

It was at this point that Franke started portraying herself as a Good Conservative Mom who was being canceled by Bad Liberals Who Hate Responsibility.

“The reason we got canceled was because I was demonstrating, as I have done from day one, what a responsible mother looks like,” she said in a 2021 interview with The Wrap. “And it scared the living bejesus out of these kids who do not want to be held accountable. So that is the motive for the hate being thrown at me. I’m the antidote to their acting out, and they know it.”

Yeah, either that or they figured — correctly — that if this is what this woman thought was okay to put on camera, that whatever was happening off-camera was 10 times worse, or at least had the potential to get there.

Eventually she abandoned family vlogging in favor of family counseling and joined forces with Jodi Hildebrandt, who was also charged in connection with this case. No one heard much about her until Franke’s 12-year-old son escaped Hildebrandt’s home (where he was staying) and ran to a neighbor for help, emaciated and covered in wounds and duct tape.

Police arrested Franke, and not for the crime of being a responsible mother.

Via New York Times:

From May to August 2023, Ms. Franke, a mother of six, created a “concentration camp-like setting” for two of her children, who were 9 and 11 at the time, Eric Clarke, the Washington County attorney, said during the sentencing hearing. She regularly denied them adequate food, water, entertainment and beds, and isolated them from others, he said. Ms. Franke, 42, also forced her children to do physical tasks in extreme heat, without shoes, socks or water, Mr. Clarke said. They were forced to stand on hot concrete in the summer heat for hours and sometimes days at a time, he added, and were beaten and regularly bound by their hands and feet. The injuries were so severe that the children required hospitalization.

If you’re wondering where the duct tape came in, it is because Hildebrandt and Franke “treated” the areas from where they were handcuffed and legcuffed with “homeopathic remedies” and then wrapped them in duct tape.

Franke later revealed in court that she also believed that her children were “possessed” and that extreme discipline was the only thing that could save them. this was a belief, she said, she got from Hildebrandt. Indeed, much of her court statement involved blaming Hildebrandt for more or less brainwashing her into believing that child abuse was what her kids needed.

Hildebrandt is her own kind of monster, so this would be believable if not for everything else Franke thought was a great idea before May of 2023. So much for all that accountability she once loved so much.

It is possible that if, instead of assuming Franke was being “cancel cultured” for “demonstrating … what a responsible mother looks like,” the police and DCFS actually took the complaints seriously in the first place, those kids never would have been hospitalized or otherwise further traumatized. Wouldn’t that have been nice?

#children #abuse #religion #ruby franke #jodi hildebrandt #youtube #utah

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llamaheart · 6 months

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I'm warning you ahead - this generation's scoreboard is a little crazy because 1) I had double heirs and 2) Shirley and Melissa were Teens for quite some time back in Generation 3 so they had plenty of time to polish their skills. And I could disregard that progress (or could have set their skills back) but I won't. I'm quite proud of these girls! They conquered the city, both reached superstardom and all the while kept their sisterly bond strong :')

I enjoyed Late Night as well. The celebrity system is not my cup of tea but I have to admit it's quite reflective of its time of Paris Hiltons and Nichole Riccis :D It brought back tons of nostalgia for sure! I will use a lot of the pack features in the upcoming generations, I think.

Now onto the points! Because there's a LOT:

Move to Bridgeport +2 points

Have the Star Quality and/or Diva trait +0.5 point

Sneak into the VIP Lounge +0.5 point

Blow bubbles at the bubble bar +0.5 point

Become Five Star Celebrity +1 point

Pay off Paparazzi Twice +1 point

Sue Paparazzi for slander +1 point

Have Two Celebrity Friends +1 point

Go To A Hot-spot Club +1 point

Go To A Hot-Spot Bar +1 point

Try A drink at every bar +1 point

Dance at every club +1 point

Find the love of your life at a bar/club +1 point

Complete the LTW 'Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous’ +1 point

Join the Director Branch 🎥 +1 point (Melissa)

Complete the LTW 'Distinguished Director’ +1 point

Master the Writing skill +1 point

Master the Charisma skill +1 point

Become level 5 celebrity 1 point x 2 = +2 points

Get Turned into a Vampire +1 point (Shirley)

Feed On A donor +0.5 point

Donate Plasma to a Vampire +1 point

Master all skills +1 point

Make a Vampire/ Have a Vampire child +1 point (Sean)

+Gain points for+:

Sim topping career: +5 points (Shirley topped the Business career!)

Sim topping part-time career as a teen: +2 points.

Sim getting an A in school as a teen. +2 points (Ray)

Sim completing their LTW: 10 points x 2 = +20 points

Following a career path to allocated generation: +5 points per career (Just Melissa counts here)

Mastered a skill for heir: +7 points x 4 = +28 points 😱 (Shirley: Painting, Charisma, Guitar Melissa: Writing, Charisma, Logic)

Each Skill Challenge you complete +2 points x 13 = +26 points 😱 (Shirley: Painting 3, Charisma 4, Guitar 1 Melissa: Charisma 3, Logic 1, Writing 1)

Sim having more than two children: +2 points per child

Every unique gnome on the legacy lot +0.5 point (Melissa got Blingaboo in the mail 😎)

-Lose points for-:

Sim choosing a different career to that allocated to generation: -10 points

Not achieving a generation objective: -0.5 point point x 2 = -1 point (I need to start deducting these because I have seriously too many points, I need to be stricter with myself lol)

Point system from “The Completionist Challenge” by @/horusmenhosetix

All points: 97,5

See you in Generation 5 👨‍👨‍👧‍👦👵🏻💜🎒

#halen lepacy #halen: 4 #scoreboards #Thought about putting most of this under the cut #But the whole point is literally the point system so #Feel free to scroll by if it's annoying lol

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jjuwuni · 2 years

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caught in his web ; choi yeonjun (𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖)

pairings — yeonjun x afab reader

genre — smut (lots of it so minors dni please), fluff, angst, college!au, friends to lovers, drama

word count (for this preview) — 1.7k

summary — You thought you’d be immune to Choi Yeonjun's charms, turns out you were completely, utterly, shamefully wrong.

And what’s worse? He’s your new best friend's boyfriend.

Wanna hear something even worse than that? His dad and your mom are dating.

MOA University: An educational institution created for the 1%. The elite of the elites. Those who are to inherit large multinational companies, take oath in office, and represent Korea's future in business and politics. This is where it begins.

warnings — almost-stepbro!yeonjun but not really since your parents are in the early stages of dating, kinda slow burn yes, black haired!yeonjun, bad boy yeonjun, all of you are trust fund babies, all the tubatu's make a cameo and are in the same friend group, might reference some other 4th gen idols, alcohol, drinking, drunken mishaps, lots of sex, profanity - lots of it, yeonjun is a menace but he's so cute wtf i'm screaming, jealousy, making out etc. minors dni istg! i'm watching y'all..

A/N: hello! i'm new to the TXT scenario / fanfic scene. i don't have a taglist or anything yet. :( but please let me know if you'd like to be tagged as this story progresses!

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You are a walking paradox. That’s the only way to describe you.

You like attention, yet you're not all too fond of crowds and socializing. You love to find a quiet place to read with a good book in hand, but you enjoy partying with your friends just as much. You dream of finding your prince someday, and yet you're too independent to ever let someone in.

“y/n, would you please be a dear and put that damn book down? People are coming at any minute and it really would be a buzzkill to see someone huddled up at the corner of the room with a book on her lap when it’s supposed to be a raging party.” Chaewon’s words ever so gracefully rolled off her tongue.

You stood up to your feet and sauntered across the huge living room that doubled as tonight’s party space, putting the Haruki Murakami book in your purse.

It was Chaewon’s house- or should you say, mansion after all. So whatever she says, goes.

You and Chaewon have been friends since the Freshmen year of University started. Not that it had been too long ago, since you're just in your sophomore year. Nevertheless, you found a lot of similarities in her. Not because of wealth, but because she also has her inner demons, and that you both understand what it means to put up a front to society.

Because in the elite circle that you operate in - it’s easy to be judged.

Your mom is a famous model turned fashion designer, with about twenty-plus years of experience in the business. Once she started out as a new model, her career didn't take long to skyrocket. Today, your family owns about a hundred clothing stores worldwide, as your mom’s high-end fashion label became that of a global empire.

It’s still surreal to you, how she was able to single-handedly do that. Given that your birth father packed and left even before you were born. But unlike other newly single moms, your mom didn’t struggle financially- thanks to her talent and creative vision in fashion and of course, your wealthy grandparent's financial support.

Fast forward to the present time and you now find yourself studying in one of the most prestigious Universities in Seoul - MOA University. Here, there’s a known stigma that all the rich kids, the socialites, and CEO’s-to-be are to be enrolled in the institution.

And so this is where you find yourself now.

Your best friend Chaewon on the other hand is who one would describe as the Paris Hilton of your generation, wherein she’s expected to inherit a large chain of hotels when she’s of a certain age.

*ding dong*

As the doorbell rang and bodies began to trickle in the large estate, you found yourself sitting on one of the bar stools in the bar area outside by the pool, deciding to relocate there as it was getting stuffy in the living room area, already ordering a cocktail for yourself. It was a school night, but as soon as you’re invited by the Kim Chaewon to a party, you go. Simple as that. This is why you weren't surprised when the whole area was filled with MOA-U students within a matter of minutes.

“y/n!” A familiar voice called out for you from behind, making you swivel your bar stool to face the source of the noise.

“Soobin oppa!” You chimed upon verifying who it was from, opening your arms out to hug him as he returned it with no hesitation.

“What are you doing here alone? I saw the others back there..” He said as he took a seat beside you on the bar. He was pertaining to your other friends apart from Chaewon - meaning Yeji, Jimin and Minjeong- all daughters of CEO’s and Chairman’s as well.

Soobin’s group of friends can be described as the male version of yours, and so, you just naturally got along and gravitated toward one another as a group. “Ah yes,” I finally respond, “I wasn’t all up to party today, you know? Just.. Not in the mood today for it. So I retreated here.”

His cute childish grin shows, “Ah I get you.”

“Who all came with you today, oppa?”

Soobin looked back over his shoulder, nodding his head towards the other side of the pool where the lounge chairs happened to be situated. “Oh, you know the usual, Jjunie, Beomgyu, etc. The others are hitting up a bar first before going here, mm.”

You look over to where he was pointing at and saw his friends mingling with yours. Naturally, Chaewon and the guy he referred to as Jjunie (also known as Yeonjun) were caught in a liplock already.

You grimace, not really wanting to witness your friends’ make-out session at that point- you just weren't drunk enough.

“Ah, getting it on already huh?” Soobin was always the joker, as he managed to make the both of you laugh and return to sipping on your cocktails.

“Well can you blame them? The real estate mogul’s son and the heiress to the chain of the Kim hotels? It’s like a match made in heaven.” You couldn’t help but snicker, as Soobin did the same.

“Hey our families match too don’t you think? Since you know, your mom is a fashion legend and my parents own a broadcasting company isn’t it- just- no? No?” He asked repeatedly in a teasing manner while you shook your head jokingly.

“Oppa, no, stop.” I could barely voice my words out as you are caught in a fit of giggles. “Ah, you are so funny.”

“So what are we laughing about? Hm~?” A voice suddenly interjected your little conversation, as simultaneously you feel an arm wrap over the back of your neck.

“Hey Yeonjun, ah, nothing… We were just talking about how our parents should really set us up and let us date already.” Soobin said as the older male’s head popped in between yours and his, with his arms hooked over both your necks.

“Well, that’s only if, y/n allows you to. But I don’t think she will since she’s known to be really picky, right y/n?” Yeonjun’s smirk was present- it was the same one that has all the girls of MOA-U drooling over him, and Chaewon was no exception.

To you though, he was someone whom you saw as a complete opposite in terms of personality and outlook, and so you were never really completely friendly with each other. Sometimes, you would even find yourself putting up a wall, only because he intimidated you at times and you know he is nothing but bad news.

You could only manage to laugh, as you take a sip from your margarita. It’s no secret that Soobin has always had a thing for you, and though you do welcome the thought of dating, you're much too focused on other things at this point in time.

“Jjun, I need you. Now.” Chaewon’s voice bellowed from behind, effectively making the male break apart from you and Soobin.

“So, wanna dance?” Soobin asked as soon as there were no other bystanders around, of course, you readily agreed. Might as well enjoy the night, you tell yourself. Grabbing his hand and leading him back into the makeshift dance floor in the living room.

You two join the rest of the party-goers in the middle of the dance floor, with Soobin holding you from behind - arms wrapped around your waist securely as you both move to the rhythm of whatever EDM track was booming through the speakers. You allowed yourself to bask in the moment and have fun, closing your eyes and letting the music take over.

Though you couldn't help but feel this unexplainable weight on your shoulders, almost as if you were being watched the whole time.

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“At what time did you get back home, honey?” Your mom peers up from her morning paper, as she stares across you from the long white-marbled dining table the next morning.

The smell of bacon, bread, and all sorts of pastries filled the dining room area, servants were busy doing their own thing behind the dining area by the kitchen.

You glance back up from your bowl of oatmeal and to your mother, “Hm? Ah I don’t know, around one maybe.”

“Hm.” She pursed her perfectly shaped lips but said nothing else.

Your mother didn’t look a day over thirty. As a matter of fact, you’ve always been mistaken to be sisters, and not as a mother-daughter tandem. She was also quite lenient with you as well, which is something a lot of teenage girls would like.

But if you were to be asked, she was all too lenient.

“Come home by dinner today, k? I have someone I want to introduce to you.”

Your eyebrows quirk upwards at the words that came out of your mother’s mouth. Rolling your eyes as if you already knew what this is all about. “Oh, mom. Another one, really? This one better be good. The last one was okay, but I feel like he was trying so hard to be my dad, you know? It was so uncomfortable.”

“He was a Prince, sweetheart. A royal prince! I couldn’t say no.”

Another exasperated sigh left your lips, your mom and her revolving door of men. “Well let’s hope you pick better this time. But okay, I’ll be home after I hit the library after school, promise. Tell the driver to pick me up at six.”

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“So you can’t come tonight?” Yeji asked as you walk down the halls of MOA-U to your last period. “I was hoping you would though. Chaewon said she can’t come either since Yeonjun isn’t coming. I think he said he has some family affair to go to.”

“Well you know those two,” You cast a knowing look over to your friend, crossing your index and middle finger together tightly, “Like two peas in a pod.” Another laugh follows suit from the both of you, “I’m really sorry Yej, I promised my mom I’d be home by dinnertime… Hmm, how about this, I’ll go visit your art gallery tomorrow morning first thing, okay?” You reassure her, holding onto her arm and nodding vigorously.

“Ugh, fiiiiine! You better make it up to me, y/n!” Yeji answered with a pout.

“Oh I will, promise!”

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As you stride down the hallway leading up to the dining hall in your house that night, you could already hear a few voices coming in from there, it sounded like whoever was in there was having a good conversation.

You could pick out your mom's familiar voice, but also two others who seemed to be males.

“I’m home..” You call out, placing your small bag atop one of the wooden tables and walk into the actual area where the dining table was situated.

What greeted you as soon as you looked up was something you would have never expected.

You were caught by surprise, seeing such a familiar face there. Your jaw on the floor and standing motionless at the guy sitting in one of the plush dining set chairs. It was obvious that he was trying his hardest not to laugh, almost as if he predicted that this would be your reaction to him.

“Y-you… you…” You muster out, index finger shakily pointing towards Yeonjun.

“Ah honey, you’re here... “ Your mother, ignoring the horror and utter shock in your face, remarked. “I’d like you to meet my new boyfriend, Choi Minjun and of course, you know his son… I heard you and Yeonjun even have the same friends in school! Ah! Isn’t this great? Just, splendid.”

You stand there almost like an iceberg, frozen in place and unwavering, mouth hanging agape while the bad boy of MOA-U is loving every second of it.

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funplayhouse101 · 9 months

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Hello! which celebs do you write for? Can I assume you write for any famous hot dude? Haha

Message me to ask about any others.

Here's some suggestions that I write for

Celebrities:

Male:

Chris Evans

Jensen Ackles

Henry Cavill

Chris Hemsworth

Robbie Amell

Ryan Reynolds

Ryan Gosling

Froy Gutierrez

Female celebrities:

Scarlett Johansson

Elizabeth Olsen

Margot Robbie

Blake Lively

Jenna Ortega

Paris Hilton

Jennifer Aniston

Lili Reinhart

Shows and films I write for:

Buffy the vampire slayer (certain characters)

Supernatural (certain characters)

Riverdale (certain characters)

DC universe (certain characters)

Marvel (certain characters)

Wolf pack series (certain characters)

I'm more comfortable writing TOP MALE READER but I can also write bottom.

And I also write for some pornstars (just ask for the person)

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inquisitiveheretic · 10 months

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Lee would you like to share the inquisitiveheretic cinema classics? 👀

THE CLASSICS. essential films for viewing and understanding my blog. here's the shortest list not in any order:

jennifer's body (2009) self explanatory. essential 00s pop punk watch, essential horror jam for my generation

hard core logo (1996) insaneeee tragic band guy dynamics here its a pain to find but it changed me <3

metallica: some kind of monster (2004) OKAY UM its bonkers. rewired my brain forever. deeply painful to watch (cringe), hilarious without meaning to be (cringe), kind of tragic if you know a lot about metallica (hi). when pete referenced it while talking about smfs i was deeply shaken cuz thats probably the craziest thing he could have possibly said.

velvet goldmine (1998) self explanatory !!!!!

perfect blue (1997) checks all my boxes re: fame + self, also beautiful i luvvv the art style

d.e.b.s. (2004) its LESBIAN FUN and its a masterpiece

house of wax (2005) camp and brutal gore yay! paris hilton death scene slayed

american mary (2012) she did nothing wrong idgaf. femdom rape revenge feminism, body modification/mutilation, katherine isabelle of ginger snaps fame (which also deserves to be on here)

alien (1979) i love sci fi :-) ripley + the xenomorph were in love

fight club (1999) self explanatory see also: chuck palahniuk as adjacently relevant

my own private idaho (1991) :-(

blade (1998) all the best stuff about late 90s/00s horror packed into one banger movie. the soundtrackkkk

rocketman (2019) watched it like 10 times. cried. now THATS how you make a biopic

#there's more (ginger snaps; first 3 saw movies; 80s slashers; dumb 00s horror; etc) but this is the greatest hits #asks #setting-in-a-honeymoon

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thelivingmemegod · 5 months

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Thoughts on the special dolls? (Lily, giant Amaya, the color dolls, etc.)

Starting with collectors! I’m gonna skip Amaya cuz it’s the same doll scaled up, I do wish more of the girlies got 24 inch dolls though.

Jett Dawson!

Love herrrr, I love the 2D drawn look to her first set, I love her lil top bun split hair, I like the hoodie under jacket thing, her eyes don’t look that weird to me, love her fingerless gloves. I…wonder what the black on her legs is tho-

Now her dress…I’ve said before I don’t usually love flounce around the hips. But surprisingly I don’t mind it here! I also don’t hate the attached mermaid skirt. Love the drawn-on silver and black stuff.

Lily Cheng!

I love her. Love her.

Her hairstyle is so good, I love the accessories, I love her makeup and brown eyes. I love her lil fan accessory.

I like every version of her outfit but my favorite is the three peice top, belt and skirt. I love the pattern, I love the entire belt, the empty space on the skirt that makes way for the bow of the belt. THESE S H O E S GIRL(gn) THESE SHOES. AND I MEAN BOTH PAIR THEY’RE BOTH CUTE-

I love all her bangles and her earrings and again HER HAIR ACCESSORIES-

Also the bangs have been banging with these two.

Maria Garcia!

Extremely Day of the dead and I love that for her. She’s doing it ALL and it’s working out so well for her. Firstly the gold accents, the roses lining the sides of the dress and the black lace layers are so tastefully done. It doesn’t overload the dress at all which could’ve been very easy here. I love the Skeleton bodysuit underneath and the gold hand things-I don’t know what they’re called I want a name for those-

I adore the headpiece and the choice to make it a crown and two rows of roses. I love her hair color and skull purse.

Then we gotta get into this makeup (and BROWN EYES AGAIN YES) the sugar skull is beautiful and they balanced the red, purple and white excellently, especially since she has baby hairs.

Her hat?? Queen. Even if I prefer the headpiece. Her shoes also slay even if you don’t really see them. Girl 👏 committed 👏 to 👏 the 👏 bit

Roxie Grand!

Beauty 👏 in 👏 simplicity! We went from a girl doing it all to a girl doing not too much and I love them both. ✨ Women ✨

Firstly, her mermaid silhouette dress is gorgeous. I love the concentration of gems at only the top and bottom, with them sparsely in the middle.

I love the string of gems that outline her wait.

I love how her necklace kinda makes the dress look like a halter top. Her bangles all are super nice, love her big ass earrings. Her makeup is baller and I love that her eyes match the makeup. H A I R ON FLEAK MISS THING Look at her baby hairs and the hair wrapped over the ponytail holder.

Paris Hilton!

Paris, an icon, a legend.

I’m so sorry Stella is right there and like 39$ cheaper. Her base outfit is just Stella’s with the sequin dress but with a bejeweled safety pin on it. Even the crown- just. Girl.

Her second outfit is just soooo cunty tho. The faux blazer bedazzled dress and knee high bedsides boots is sooo good. Especially called off with the sparky fingerless gloves. Love her earrings too.

Fashion closet Avery!

I love this gimmick and I love that she comes with a bunch of clothes and two wigs. I like to think she fried her real hair and had to chop it off, hence the molded on pixie cut when she isn’t wearing a wig.

I won’t do all the outfits she comes with but I will say that the yellow Anti-sparkle Sparkle club outfit is extremely Sunny and the red sparkle bustier outfit is extremely Ruby. Love that for Avery.

Hair Salon Amaya!

Cool gimmick! Her whole thing is the color changing rainbow hair so yeah, makes sense. I don’t love her outfit purely because it looks weird at this scale. If it were life size I’d be obsessed but RH dolls have very short torso’s, so especially her jacket looks weird.

Twin Pack Sunny and Luna Maddison!

Love, love, love these two.

Things from both- Baby hairs, nails, bags, very different kinds of chunky shoes, opposite outfit silhouettes.

Specifics for Sunny- HER HAIR ACCESSORIES. There’s 5 and they’re so random looking it’s so perfect. I love her leg warmers mimicking her normal socks, I love her shoes even if they are platform crocs. Her skirt shirt and jacket are adorable and create a very baggy, drowned look that’s very purposeful. All I want is a bandaid on her nose and face stickers.

Specifics for Luna- I love that her bag is an entire fucking chest. I love her shoes that almost look like somebody molded clips of staples to the bottom. I love that her shirt, bustier, and belt make a tighter, more “basic” silhouette for lack of a better term. In contrast to Sunny she’s only wearing earrings which I adore.

Another thing I noticed and adore is that Luna has twin buns while the top of Sunny’s hair is pinned down, opposites again!

Kia Heart!

Lip color is CRAZY. Girl you need a lipliner!

Otherwise she is gorgeous and I love her. I like her dolls incorporation of rainbow more then most Amaya dolls because it’s a pastel rainbow now. It’s tastefully spread through her pink hair, doted onto her checkerboard sleeves and kept going through her holographic pants. The strangest rainbow in sight is those heels which work pretty well. The hearts everywhere give a lovestruck, heart-eyes type of look which I love.

Love her hair clips, big ass earrings and her lil mole.

Her second outfit? YES. I love all the layering with the hoodie under a jean jacket and a flannel tied over pink bedazzled shorts (I love a bedazzling moment)

My only problem comes in her shoes, her shoes, her SHOES. RH. Just make booties. Just make short boots. I own tons, they’re very popular.

De’Vious twin pack!

Half and half rainbow moment, love that.

I only wish they would’ve symplified the rainbow so Holly’s colors weren’t so…much.

Cuz obvious Laurel is the Red, Orange, Yellow of the rainbow, all on a white backdrop. This leaves Holly with Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet which is just a lot of colors to balance while making them distinct. She looks good but they didn’t nail it. I think removing the green would’ve been how they nailed it. It just looks so discordant with the rest of everything the colors-

Fashion studio Skyler Bradshaw!

Despite sharing a name with her, I have a love hate relationship with Skyler’s outfit concepts. It’s often lots of denim’s and spots inspired stuff and. Yeah this belt skirt is not really the moment. It’s giving 00’s denim insanity and it’s not great. Her shoes and bodysuit are just fine, no problems there!

#sky rambles #sky talks dolls #sky talks fashion

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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can you do a sam from ginger snaps x reader with a really girly y2k/baddie aesthetic that likes shopping?

A/N: I love a y2k baddie.

“Samuel you have to take me shopping,” you whine, tugging Sam’s shoulder in pure annoyance. “You promised.”

“I’m busy, maybe tomorrow.” he brushes you off as he packs his dime bags.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just call up the Bailey Downs Police Department and tell them all about what’s got you so busy.” You pull out your bedazzled Nokia and start typing in the department number. Without hitting the call button, you hold the phone to your ear and start speaking.

“Hi yes, I’m a concerned citizen and I have just seen something very disturbing. A creepy old man by the name of Samuel McDonald has been going to high schools and selling young children dr-,” Sam cuts you off mid-word by furiously grabbing your phone and giving you his signature death stare.

“I did even call anyone,” you roll your eyes and collapse on the bed he kept in the greenhouse. You feel the phone hit your thigh and look up to see Sam putting on his sweater.

“I give in, let’s go.” You let out a squeal, hurriedly put on your clear wedges, and grab your brown coach bag and matching sunglasses. Sam looks mildly amused as you overanalyze yourself in the mirror, making sure your tracksuit pants still show off your belly button piercing without making you look trashy. Finally, you finish your inspection and make your way to the van, your long black hair swinging in sync with your hips. You catch Sam looking you over through his eyelashes.

The trip to the only mall in town was uneventful as always. Bailey Downs was probably the most boring town to ever exist. The most exciting thing that ever happened was all the dogs getting eaten by a wolf, which didn’t last long anyway. The inside of the mall was surprisingly nice considering the look of the town and had some of your favorite stores like Wet Seal and Le Chateau.

“Can you please not take hours this time? These trips are taking years off my life.”

“Go eat a hot dog or something I’ll take as long as I want.”

“Fine, you’ll have to find a ride home.” Sam walks towards the food court leaving you to your own devices. You knew he was bluffing, he would never leave you anywhere for more than a couple of minutes. As you head inside the building you spot your best friend since middle school, Lindsey. She was often compared to Paris Hilton since she has waist-length blonde hair and a love for everything hot pink. You two made quite the pair whenever you went out on the town.

“Lindsey!” You wave her over, practically jumping to see her.

“Bestie!” she yells across the parking lot as she runs towards you. She embraces you with a big hug before fixing her top and smoothing her hair back down.

“Where’s your little lap dog?” She grabs your arm to walk with you.

“He ditched me ‘cuz I take too long to shop.” You push the mall doors open and the smell of food smacks you in the face. A little hum slips from your lips as walk inside your version of heaven. Sam is in the corner slurping down a soda in the arcade area. You don’t bother trying to get his attention instead, you head upstairs to find at least one good pair of jeans.

You finally find a nice pair of studded jeans in Hot Topic of all places but the urge to make a complete outfit based around this one item was too great for you to resist. Just as Lindsey drags you to Dillards, Sam walks into the store next door. Lindsey looks over at him and furrows her eyebrows.

“Y’know you and Sam have been a thing for a while now and I still don’t get it. You’re a beautiful goddess of a woman with a conscience of Mother Teresa and the sass of Janis Ian while Sam is a five foot six gremlin with a temper. Why him? There are so many guys who are way hotter and nicer,” Lindsey says giving you a disapproving tongue click.

“First off he doesn’t have a temper he just thinks you’re annoying and second I like my gremlin just the way he is, all five foot six inches of him including the extra inches,” you give her a wink as you walk the to the purse section.

“You’re disgusting,” she shouts after you.

The handbags are unimpressive as always but a Juicy Couture bag catches your eye. You bend over to get a better look, but feel hands run across your butt and hips. You would have been alarmed if you didn’t hear Sam let out a whine “Can we pleeeease leeeave?”

“It hasn’t even been that long.” You pick up the bag, feeling the texture beneath your fingertips, and decide it's perfect for the outfit you created in your head.

“It’s been two fucking hours!”

“Like I said, not that long.”

“You’re going to drive me crazy.” Sam runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

“Fine, fine, fine we'll leave after I get this bag.” A sigh of release escapes his pink lips and he practically drags you to the register. Lindsey makes her way to the counter just as you get your receipt.

“Where are we going next?” She puts her heap of clothes onto the counter, not even caring what the final price is.

“Oh I’m going I gotta put my gremlin down for a nap.” Sam rolls his eyes at the new nickname. “I’ll see you later though, you’re going to Ginger’s party right?”

“Yeah, I guess I'll see you there.” You give her a wave and turn to the exit. From the corner of your eye, you see Sam stick his tongue out at her. You can tell by his reaction that she reciprocated the action.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” you laugh.

“You’re right I should act more like a gremlin,” sarcasm dripped off his voice.

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