#she’s the queen of slightly messy ponytails

[paintedstories]

Y/n was tired of being stuck in the castle, Only being known as the king and queen’s daughter. She wanted to experience the world, So she snuck into the village and met hwang hyunjin, Local troublemaker and peasant. Kinda a jack and rose plot where they don’t like each other at first, but y/n keeps going into the village and they eventually fall for each other, Hyunjin sneaks into the castle during a party and they fuck each other in her room trying not to alert the guards. And also hyunjin being like a huge perv towards reader but in a charming way😭😭

pleaseeee I NEED THIS from ur beautiful mind🙏🏽💕💕

PHILOPHOBIA

♥: Thank you for the request and kind words! 💋💌

⚠: cussing ; weapons; almost caught up s3x ⚠: This is an AU meaning the SKZ band does not exist, and Hyun-Jin does not know any of the members. ⚠: Reader is a female 🚺 She/Her ⚠: Peasant Hwang Hyun-Jin x Royal reader ⚠: SMUT ⚠: Master list 📃 halter*= the design of the top of the dress(go search it up it'll help visualise better)

"Fuck it, I'm done with all this bull-shit," the Daughter of the golden king said to herself, she hated being perfect in the peasant's eye, hated being the pretty image of her mother gold and father golden, hatred was a small word for the sentiment she felt for her family, whom wanted to marry her for money. Dreadful washer life to say the least.

While looking outside the beautiful floral decorated garden an idea came up to her beautiful head, which everyone thought was all but mischief, only innocence could be seen through her eyes, which was a good advantage in the big castle when she had to lie her way out.

And this is how she is in this situation, lying to her father about going to sleep faster than usual and pleading with him to let her leave before the royal dinner, is not like it was something special, just her, her mother, and her father.

Fortunately, he agreed, as she tried to contain the excitement in her eyes she got the front of the dress in her hands and rapidly walked to her room, chuckling slightly when her dad ordered her to walk like a lady.

Closing the door to her room and getting the gown that she had with her own "incapable" regal hands made so she will look like the other peasants. Putting her hair in a messy ponytail and getting the leather shoes she made so the fit will be a total success she looked in the elegant golden framed mirror to see herself, unrecognizable she thought with a smirk. Finally, she will see the world, finally!

Climbing from her beautifully decorated window full of drawings she made of flowers and happy couples who found love by destiny not by the force of family she smiled and jumped on the branch from the big old tree from her childhood that stayed in front of her window as a welcome to escape the prison her golden family called the perfect home and finally be free, for a little while sadly.

Looking down from the tree while making the dress shorter by folding it in a spiral mode and knotting it at the front she jumped on the next tree and the final one that had the branch thick enough to go and jump from the tip on the big stone made barrier that kept her away from the world for so long.

the click of her leather shoes was heart on the rounded stones from the so called unbreakable golden fence.

Her hopes were almost taken away when she saw how far the imperial village was, but seeing a horse-drawn carriage, fortunately, by a peasant and not one of the guards, she jumped on the dirt path and walked rapidly to the peasant while fixing her dress and asked the very kind old man if he could leave her in the center of the village.

the man smiled and gestured for her to go and sit next to him, the man looked kind had blue eyes and a crispy-looking beard, he was bald and had a sun hat that was made of dried hard leaves, the traditional, and in the carriage was dried grass.

They talked and she asked where he was from, she found out he lives in the out-gate of the village but he had work in the center, that's why he accepted to let her come with him.

She found out that he had a beautiful wife and unfortunately event of her miscarriage, but they still hoped and prayed to god to give them a child. She was happy that the first person she meet was so kind, and on the 30 minutes of her listening to the poor man talking about his life, she silently prayed for all the happiness to come to him, when they arrived she hugged him and left the man shocked and smiling as she waved to him and ran to the deeps of the center, where all the people where.

Then she saw a guy with long black hair and dirty white clothes steal from a lady that was paying attention to three singers in the middle, the angry girl ran after him screaming.

"Hey you coward come back, stop stealing!" she screamed after him and when he turned on his track to look at the screaming girl he got annoyed and angry, who was she to scream after him!?! he just glared at her and showed her the middle finger while he kept running, thinking he will lose her and eat the sweet he stole from that hag, little did he know that she was trained and she had the stamina of a soldier. when he thought he lost her he turned to look behind him while jogging and saw that she was still running after him.

"What THE FUCK! WOMAN, STOP FOLLOWING ME" he screamed while he continued to run and slowly start to gasp for air, realizing that he was going nowhere he jumped onto wooden casks, but when his foot touched the cask he flew on the floor, as they were empty and very old, meaning, very fragile.

She watched as he fell on his ass grunting and rubbing his back, she then rush walked to him and punched him in the face. "what was that for?!" he screamed while rubbing the part of his face where she punched him. "for being a coward thief and not getting a job like normal humans and living in poverty because you're lazy and a coward" she repeated the word coward to him twice because of the anger she felt, she hated cowards, and hated thief's even more!

"How can you live like this!" she screamed at him. He truly didn't know the answer himself, for a second you could see the pain in his eyes as he registers the harsh words of the girl.

"fuck off, you don't know anything... stupid woman" he pushed her off of him and then handed her a hand to get up and she, unfortunately, accepted, when she got up half a meter he let her hand go and she fell with a squeak, cute, he thought before shaking bis head and smirking while gesturing to her that now she could trust him by grabbing his hand but he did not grab it, instead she swatted his hand away with anger "fucking peasant" she muttered under her breath while getting up and leaving the boy dumbfounded.

she started walking away from him, mumbling to herself while patting the hem of her dress and sleeves.

but he wasn't having none of her stubborn attitude and with his long feet slowly walked to her, with a mischievous smirk.

"you're new here, never seen such a stubborn lady around here," he said while grabbing her by the waist. Swatting his hand away and walking further ahead without responding to him. He just shrugged his shoulders and walked ahead, feeling annoyed about the girl not being like the others.

Y/n decided to ignore the boy, as she said in her mind.

"he is not worth enough to deal with, I have to see other things than talk with a thief" and she continued her adventure through the village, for another 1 hour and a quarter when she came back to the castle fortunately with the same man as when she left, she found out he goes to the village every day. "perfect," she thought, she will sneak out and go with the man.

for the past three days, Y/n kept sneaking out, of course, her family thought it was weird how all of a sudden she was happy, but glad she was they did not disturb her with unanswerable questions.

as the day's passed of the beautiful girl sneaking out of the palace in the village, sometimes (quite often) meeting with the handsome boy, whose name was Hwang Hyun-Jin, she found out after an unfortunate encounter of him bumping into her the 100th time, she could confidently say, he became more and more annoying, she hated him and knew he hated her too, always pinching her waist or taking a bit of her hair and yanking it. He was the dear devil.

it was the 35th day of her sneaking out, keeping track of her sneakings was always good, of course very well hidden under a plank of wood of her floor.

the sneaking went as it always went, no one said, saw, or discovered anything, or she thought so.

but while being in the village, walking without any thought where, she started thinking about tomorrow's party, again needing to act as the perfect spoiled princess, glad could say she was that only royals would be, but as fast as she entered her thoughts a rather someone or a one rather annoying Hwang interrupted her thoughts. "Oh hello ~ There princess" he purred in her neck as he circled her, how did he know?! she thought scared but without showing an expression.

"Come on Princess, I've known from our first encounter, knew something was different with you," he said while sneaking his arm around her shoulder making her feel trapped. "and what if I am?!" she said annoyed. "nothing, nothing, just curious what a spoiled princess would want to do around here" rolling her eyes she swatted his hand away and went back to the man who she saw was going to his horse carriage and hoped in with a huff after of course greeting the old man.

Laughing slightly the man made the horses start walking and in no time she was at the back of the palace after he left she started climbing on her spot, but little did she know that a certain someone was watching her.

and as fast as that, the next day came and everyone was on alert to get ready, themself and the party.

and as the days always pass, the party came too, after the dinner, where she should have been, she could excuse herself in her room, as always, only the face, nothing more, only a pretty face.

Walking towards her room in the annoyingly long hall while huffing she finally arrived in her room and after closing the door and lighting a candle as it was getting dark she heard shuffling from her window when she turned to look around she almost screamed but the stranger slapped his hand accidentally too hard around her mouth while turning her around with her back to his chest.

"shh princess, we don't want anyone hearing us now do we?" he said, his breath tickling her neck sending shudders down her spine. "what, do you want?"

she manages to mutter after removing his hand from her mouth. "Oh, nothing sweetheart, I just, came here to get a taste from the mysterious girl" he smirked behind her while he kept holding the scared aroused girl in his strong grip, making her feel trapped.

He took her breath away when she was thrown into her bed by the man, and started kissing her hungrily, he told himself that if she wouldn't kiss him bake he would leave her, but she started kissing him and grabbing his hair.

When the girl started moaning, he knew he could continue.

Smirking into the kiss he motioned to her that he wanted her Halter, when she nodded he removed it and started kissing her chest making her whimper, slowly sliding down to grab the corset and untie it from behind her after making her stand in a sitting position and freeing her from the dress.

Seeing her naked body made him even more hungered by the girl. Kissing her softly on the lips then going down to her chest and tummy like a starved man, making you whimper and shakily call his name. "shh, sweetheart, don't let them hear you" he smirked while moving his hand down to your undergarments making your legs close. "no need to close your legs on me, I desire to see all of you, my dove" he said then slowly entered her making her whimper. " I love you my dove, every since- ngh fuck- I saw you" Her eyes widened, and cummed instantly after hearing him confess to her, he started pounding into her harder after feeling her clench on him and hearing her heavenly moans, few more thrusts and he got out cumming on her stomach while his eyes rolled to the back of his head and whimpered then let half of his weight fall on your body.

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

"mistress is everything alright, I heard a moan of pain."

"oh n-no Brunhilde I just stumbled my toe to the leg of the bed, haha you know how clumsy I get when I'm tired, no need to check on me, you can leave, and tell the others not to disturb me as I'm going to my much-needed slumber!* she said trying o sound normal. only if her maid knew what happened. fortunately the maid left, leaving the two alone.

"so mistress what are we?" he said with a smirk moving his face at the crock of her neck and kissing her while leaving a hickey at the back of her neck not visible when having her hair down.

"I don't know, my father would never let me marry you..." she said with sadness in her voice and eyes.

he hugged her back to his chest and kissed her naked shoulder while moving his left hand soothingly on her waist up to her underboob and down to her ass.

"lets run" he said with devotion in his voice.

OH my god hi love!!

I'm sorry for responding so late but I loved the ask so much that I had to remake it 3 times haha.

If you liked it please reblog, it helps a lot ♥

#kpop fyp #skz #skz au #skz hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz smut #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin smut #dom hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin x reader smut #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x you #sub hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #yandere hyunjin #hyunjin pics #lee minho #stray kids #han jisung #skz han jisung #seo changbin #kim seungmin #felix stray kids #stray kids han #stray kids fake texts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts

[beansprean]

Queening the Pawn Act 3 Part 7

Back to Nandor… Crew cameo! Wives cameo!! Jahan cameo!!!

Acts 1-2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Waist up of Nandor sitting on the couch in the library, continuing the talking head from part 1. The camera is now shooting from the side, and behind him you can see the right half of the bay window; a side table with a lit lamp, abandoned book, candle, butterfly display, and a small brass horse statue; a bucket of loose scrolls, and a wide gold mirror. The camera crew are reflected: a brown man with floppy bags and a sparse mustache is in the front, aiming the camera with one eye in the viewfinder; behind him is a large older Samoan man with a white beard ducking in front of a light reflector and pulling up cords; behind him is a white woman with long blonde hair in a ponytail, presumably the director, wearing a headset and holding up an iPad that she is writing on; behind her is a bored-looking Latine sound technician with long messy brown hair holding up the boom mic. Nandor is looking pensively away from the camera, brow furrowed and cheeks lightly flushed, fiddling his hands together in his lap. He says, “I was very confused by Guillermo’s conclusion. Which is obviously an unusual feeling for me, as he is normally so predictable.” 1b. Close up on Nandor at the same angle as he whips his head toward the camera, wide eyed and incredulous. He shouts, “Fuck that guy for making me feel confused!” 1c. Repeat. Nandor calms slightly and looks away again, flustered, hands curling into fists to press uncertainly against his chest. He spits sardonically, “Like I don’t know what love is supposed to feel like…”

2a. Flashback in sepa tones on a mottled brown background. Waist up shots of several of Nandor’s wives in a line, dressed in their 13th century finery and chatting happily together. One is clearly Marwa; there is also an older woman with short hair tucked beneath a scarf, a younger woman with freckles and long reddish hair, a fat man with a beard and long curly hair playing a barbat, a young person with a Roman nose, a man with a very fun handlebar mustache, and a person with long dark hair with their back to the viewer. Nandor’s dialogue continues from the present: “I loved many of my wives, but I did not want them around all the time. Or even most of the time. They were appealing primarily because they allowed me to do whatever I pleased and did not bother me unless I asked for them.” 2b. Zoom out to full body as the flashback continues. The group of wives, now including a young woman with a mole on her cheek and a young bearded man with three, are on the right, engaged with each other and mostly ignoring human Nandor and Jahan as they pass by. Human Nandor and Jahan are dressed respectively in the blue and silver armor and bejeweled tack they wear in their portrait together. Nandor has one hand on Jahan’s saddle and the other on his sword as they both trot excitedly across the frame, Nandor sporting a large open-mouthed smile and Jahan holding his tail high and ears pricked forward, uncaring of the wives left behind. The only wife to make a fuss is the younger woman with the mole, who has her skirts gathered up and is glaring at Nandor’s back as if readying herself to stomp after him. Marwa stops her with a hand on her arm, expression compassionate but sad. The older wives know better than to expect much attention from their husband. Present Nandor’s dialogue continues: “The one I preferred to spend all of my time with was my dear horse, John.” 2c. Shoulders up of present Nandor in front of the flashback in 2b. Pausing his narration, he looks down at his lap and bites lip softly, a contemplative line appearing between his brows. His speech bubble holds only an ellipses. /end ID

#wwdits #queening the pawn #nandermo #mlm #marwa wwdits #nandors wives #aspam john #aspam jahan #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #fan comic #image described

[otunnicliffe]

Queens Of Hogwarts

Prologue:

It was a serene and peaceful summers afternoon. Three girls lay on the ground and were basking in this silence as much as they possibly could. For come the net day, these sunny days filled with picnics and late nights would turn into a catalyst of lessons and Quidditch and homework. And silence at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was little and hard to find. 

The three girls lay on a red and white picnic blanket. Beside them lay the basket, now empty, but before held delicacies such as slices of cake, chocolate covered strawberries and sausage rolls.

Also with them was a collection of books, strewn to the side carefully, bookmarked to their exact place. 

The first of the three girls had a pair on short denim dungarees, in a navy blue colour. Underneath was a red and white striped top. She wore trainers, but both the shoes and the socks she had on underneath had been tossed to the side. Her hair was a hazel brown and was tied up in a loose ponytail. She wore thick-rimmed sunglasses that were slightly too big for her, and covered up her emerald green eyes. 

The second wore a purple summer dress, and the slight summer breeze blew against it. She had sandals on, but as with the other girl, they were on the grassy field. Her hair was down and naturally wavy, she pushed it away so it was not in her face. It was a platinum blonde colour. She has thin, little sunglasses on that just covered her sapphire blue eyes. 

The third and final girl wore a pair of black denim shorts, with a belt holding them up to her hips. She wore a muggle band tee, something that would make her mother practically feint if she even took a look at her. Jut as with the first girl, she had placed her trainers and socks aside. Her black hair was up in a messy bun. She was the only one without sunglasses, instead she put her hands to her eyes so that the sun wouldn't annoy her peace.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, the third girl spoke up: "Do you think we'll have a normal year this year?"

The three of them looked at each other and burst out in laughter. 

"What," The brunette said after they had calmed down. "With the Marauders chasing on us and my furry little problem?"

"Also," The blonde added. "The school we go to isn't the most normal place, is it?" 

The other two agreed with her.

"Never a normal year at Hogwarts," They said in near unison, before dissolving into giggles again.

These girls are Kimberly Fox, Gwendolyn Evans and Arabella Nott. This is their story.

#queensofhogwarts #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader

[ultramarine-spirit]

Hey out of all the hairstyles athy wore, which one was your favourite? personally, I think she looks beautiful in all hairstyles but the hairstyle she wore (with jennette's bangs) and that white dress with blue skirt and two tomatoes destroys me every time I see it.

Honestly, it would be easier to ask me which ones I don't like (the answer is none). I love the one you mentioned! Other than that, some personal faves, in no particular order, are:

The one with the loose ponytail over the shoulder is so cute and iconic. Athy looks so princess-like, and I love the slightly messy look.

The small twintails one is adorable, it makes her silhouette look cute and playful.

I'm a BIG fan of Athy's loopy loops. Cute, reminds me of a puppy's floppy ears.

Low twintails one is elegant but cute, love the use of flowers in the hairstyle. The hat is a personal fave as well.

I don't know what to call this one, slightly braided straightened hair? Anyways, it's very cute. I love the parted bangs.

The updo makes Athy look so regal! Like a queen, and the red ribbons are super cute. Red and white suit Athy so much, she should wear those colors more.

The side ponytail is a nice take on her usual ponytail look (which I also love but didn't include here because it's Athy's more "default" hairstyle). Also, the LP parallel of the whole outfit makes me weak.

Braid and flowers combo is super cute, and the lacy blue ribbon suits Athy so well.

The last one is honestly my favorite Athy picture, or very high up there, even if it's just a doodle not included in the manhwa. She looks so elegant, the ultimate "heir to the throne/empress" look. The bangs brushed to the side are stylish, and the braided part at the back of her head makes her look so dignified.

But all Athys are the most beautiful Athy, of course!

#we love all the Athys in this household #who made me a princess #i suddenly became a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #wmmap #sbapod #sbap #athanasia de alger obelia #athanasia #athy #wmmap fashion #KINDA

[cacklingblobbittyrabbitty]

super unhinged rainbow magic post 10 of 12

I was a music kid so I have a lot of opinons about instruments and Vibes, they may not be correct but here they are, also small lil backstory shit will be mixed in here muahahaha

MUSIC FAIRIES

hurray no necklaces!

Poppy That is some amazing hair! FEDORA ALERT BABEY Painfully 2000s - KELSI FROM HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL She 1000% borrowed the waistcoat from Tasha (tap dance fairy) Needs a shirt underneath tho cos Poppy is not as confident as Tasha That being said the chosen shirt is a Disgusting colour (what’s wrong with white bruh louise the lily fairy had the same problem) I appreciate that belt resembles a stave, but i don’t LIKE it LOW WAISTED FLARESSSSS ARE BACK WOOHOOOO This should be a black and white ensemble to complement the vibrancy of her hair

Ellie  Has just graduated from acoustic to electric, she’s slightly scared of it lmao, but she eventually will buy a midnight blue guitar and her whole vibe is gonna end up being a lil bit darker Top half shows she started playing acoustic - the shrug cardigan and sparkly stripy top have primary school vibes I’m sorry Bottom half is brilliant and ready and raring to go - Doc Martens, tights, poofy petticoated skater skirt That bisexual bob is a new haircut - currently she hasn’t figured out she’s bi but she’ll work it out soon - there is one girl and one boy that play bass guitar in the band and she’s gonna look at them and go oh shit

Fiona Sandals with ballet straps! BADDEST of bad bitches Colour scheme is gorgeous! The silver and blue work so well, I especially love the blue-black dreads Belt is so 2000s it hurts but she is WORKING IT This is exactly how i thought she was gonna look Really really cute outfit well done best one yet No necklace HURRAY Bit worried about where her wand is but we reckon she tucks it into her ballet ribbons

Oh Danni, Danni, Danni 1) the background is weirdly christmassy and i don’t like it 2) why is the outfit Like That? she’s a solar pannelled bitch - she wishes it was solar punk but it’s not, plus the 3/4 length leggings are too short  3) why is the hair Like That? the colour, the style, UGH This is not gay enough for a percussionist of the female persuasion!  She’s better than that shitty little drum kit and her drumsticks are too damn short  FIX HER  Band shirt, flannel, skinny jeans, doc martens, solar panel belt Messy high ponytail, no fringe, wand tucked behind ear/into ponytail Full drum kit (bass, three cymbals, two snares and a tom tom) and a timpanny, a tambourine (dancing queeeeeeeeeen), and a vibraslap in the background with normal-sized drumsticks

Maya 70s groovy I like her hair but not the headband I can’t decide whether or not i like the dress, it’s giving weird kooky music teacher vibes - I love the colour scheme tho Her shoes are really cute! That’s not a big enough harp for her, we are so disappointed - we’ve stopped being one person so we can double our disappointment It’s not even pretty it’s ugly as fuck You gotta be elegant to play the harp babe i’m sorry You are groovy - you gotta have a sexy instrument! I’d give her a trombone of a french horn for some lower brass representation but she could also absolutely pull off a sax or a clarinet

Victoria SHE DOESN’T PLAY THE VIOLIN SHE PLAYS THE FIDDLE she’s a country bitch and she plays on the taylor swift song ‘mean’ She knows exactly who she is and she’s rocking itttttt Alexander Rybak was in love with THIS fairytale FINALLY SHE’S ACTIVELY USING HER WAND TO PLAY THE INSTRUMENT We finally understood the assignment bitches Sweepy fringe? Streaks of purple? Shoulder length messy? BEAUTIFUL The 2000s have been condensed into this outfit - I weirdly like it tho The embroidery on the jeans is my fave part Colour of the boots is questionable at best but forgivable cos she’s a hoedown throwdown queen

We were on such a high with Victoria :(

Sadie That is an oddly proportioned sax (alto? Soprano? Who fuckin knows) Colour of hair is yuck make it darker Headband is… a choice I don’t like the green but the turquoise and blue colours are cute ig? Dress is cute! Triple layer colour changing skirt! Cardigan looks fuckin RAGGED bruh, what is it meant to be? An artistic interpretation of a treble clef??? HUHHHH also it’s ugly I do quite like the boots it has to be said even though, once again, white boots on principle? Nein She does have the weird girl woodwind vibes so well done ig FIX HER Darker hair with a wispy side fringe (like Victoria) NO FUCKING CARDIGAN, a demin jacket instead (navy or black) with gold sparkle embroidery Make the dress all blue, going from dark to lighter I want her to have Helena’s (horseriding fairy) sparkly boots but in navy and gold

#rainbow magic #rainbow magic fairies #music fairies

[gion-division]

“The transmission was done. I was free. The dance was mine.”

Introduction

Koyumi, also known as EMPRESS in rap battles, is the Division leader and first member of Hana no Joō. An extremely talented and high-paying geisha, Koyumi recently joined the DRB tournament out of curiosity and a want to perform in more modern ways. Or perhaps there’s another reason, who knows. However, she seems to be hiding a lot of secrets…

Biographical Information

Name: ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆

Aliases:

Koyumi

Okasan

Mom

Keeper of Secrets.

Hannya

Gender: Female

Age: 37

Birthday: May 6th

Star Sign: Taurus

Ethnicity: Japanese

Hair Color: Black with dark grey-blue streaks

Eye Color: Red

Height: 185cm / 6’0” (with heels), 179cm / 5’10” (without heels)

Weight: 151lbs / 71kg

Piercings: N / A

Markings: Scar on her eye.

Family:

Unnamed parents

Ex-husband

Two daughters

Fun Facts

MC Name: EMPRESS

Occupation: Geisha / Mother of the House

Division: Gion

Team: Hana No Joō / Flower Queen

Position: Leader

Favorite Food: Shrimp

Least Favorite Food: Anything too sweet

Likes: Art, tea, botany, festivals, long clothes, and sea animals.

Dislikes: Flirts, messy rooms, the government, disrespect towards traditional culture, and people forcing her into things.

Appearance

Koyumi is a tall and slightly curvy woman, though normally she’s covered up modestly. Her hair is black with a couple blue streaks, put into a low ponytail with a braid at the side. One of her red eyes are scarred, which she usually covers up with her bangs.

She wears a long red-pink coat with a lighter red-pink color on the underside. There’s a brown waist corset that parts the flowing coat. Underneath is a black turtleneck, with the sleeves forming a pointed shape between her index and middle fingers. She wears a long pink tulip skirt with a ruffled hem, black stockings, and black heeled shoes. Sitting prettily around her neck is a sakura flower necklace with pink beads. Her teammates sorta wonder if she ever gets hot under there.

Personality

As expected of a geisha, Koyumi is a polite, easy-to-talk-to woman. Wise and nurturing, she’s the mother figure to many people whether it be her actual daughters or the younger geiko and maiko back at the okiya. Talented in many things, she uses her techniques as a way to help people relax even if she does demand a high price. She can be a tease too, but it’s in a light-hearted way.

Koyumi is someone who normally avoids violence unless push comes to shove, and even then she never likes using her whole strength. She’s a woman of art after all, not a woman of war; it’s exhausting to waste her time on fighting when she can spend time doing something productive.

She’s also incredibly secretive about a lot of things, hence her alias. It’s a double-edged sword, as she can keep your secrets and promises private incredibly easily, but she won’t reveal or tell secrets to you unless she absolutely wants to. It makes you question what she actually knows. Perhaps this is her warped way of trying to protect people?

Hypnosis Mic

Her microphone is on a stand, with the stand itself taking the form of an upside down red kyowagasa, the handle being the windscreen for her to rap into.

Her speakers take the form of two giant inari statues at her sides holding spherical speakers in their mouths. She also has a round platform to stand on; a geisha needs a stage when they’re performing, after all.

Her rap ability is…Well she doesn’t have one! She only obtained her Hypnosis Mic recently after all. She seems to be doing just fine without one though, so maybe she’ll develop one quicker than expected?

Koyumi usually sings more than she raps, or she mixes the two of them together. Her voice goes even deeper when she’s rapping.

Trivia

Koyumi is right-handed.

Her quote is from Mineko Iwasaki’s book, “Geisha: A Life / Geisha of Gion”.

Her speakers are a reference to Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto, the Shinto goddess of dawn and the arts. She’s also known as the Inari-kami Omiyanome-no-Okami.

Despite how she usually avoids violence, she does know how to fight and she even owns a few war fans. Moriko has begged her to show her how she fights but she always refuses, as it ‘doesn’t suit her’…anymore.

Her husband and her aren’t on any bad terms actually. The only reason why they broke off is because Koyumi wanted to keep being a geisha, which married geisha aren’t allowed to keep working in Kyoto.

Her wedding ring is hidden in a jewelry box.

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #oc profile #hana no joō #flower queen #gion division #koyumi

[crazed-reviews]

Review: Miraculous "Queen Bee" Fashion doll from Playmates Toys

Every year, my family does a "Secret Santa" gift exchange on Christmas Eve, but considering half of us can't do the shopping ourselves, pretty much everyone knows who has who, so this year, we called it the "Not-So-Secret Santa", and we all knew who drew who.

My 5 year old brother got me, and I got a Queen Bee doll, and my stepdad picked out one with the best face.

Queen Bee retails for $16.99 USD.

Queen Bee has the standard box style, with an image of herself on the side, and a message reading "Be Strong, Be Brave, Be MIRACULOUS!" on the back, along with pictures of Ladybug, Cat Noir, Rena Rouge, Queen Bee, and Marinette against a pink background.

Queen Bee comes with three accessories: Pollen, her Kwami, her Miraculous, a bee comb (which is actually a clip), and her weapon, a spinning top with a string attached (which doesn't actually spin).

Queen Bee comes wearing a one piece black and yellow suit, and plain black ankle boots.

I think the printing on her suit is pretty good, slightly crooked, but neat enough to not bother me.

Her boots are the same mold as several of the other heroes, such as Ladybug, Lucky Charm Ladybug, Cosmobug (basically all the Ladybugs), Rena Rouge, and Bunnyx. I noticed they're a softer plastic than most of my more recent dolls, who have very hard plastic shoes.

She has 15 points of articulation, with movement at her:

Head

Shoulders

Double-jointed elbows

Hips

Double-jointed knees

Her joints are nice and tight, and she feels quite solid! After several looser, hollow feeling Miraculous dolls, Queen Bee is a breath of fresh air to handle.

Queen Bee has blue eyes, pale pink lips, and wears a black mask with yellow trim, which is molded and painted onto her face. I think she bears a close resemblance to her character in the series. Not quite as close as Vesperia to her doll, but still very close. I really like her face!

Her head is very round and large, especially in comparison to the other Miraculous dolls, but I feel like Queen Bee has a rather large head in the series, so it's pretty much accurate.

Queen Bee has long blonde hair styled in a high ponytail and gelled into a large ringlet, with two pieced pulled back, and two tendrils framing her face.

It's a touch messy at the top, where it was pulled aside in the box, but I'm very happy with how the ringlet looks. My particular doll has a tighter curl, which I actually prefer the look of.

You can also see her Miraculous, a bee comb/clip, with yellow "prongs", and a white bee with black stripes. Vesperia's Miraculous uses the same mold, but the colors are swapped. I slipped it onto one of the sides of hair that are pulled pack, because I didn't want to risk messing up her ponytail or curl. It's very large in comparison to her head, but if I'm being honest, it would be more difficult to handle if it was any smaller.

Queen Bee's spinning top is yellow with a black stripe and a hook for her finger, and a black string attached to it, along with a loop for her hand.

Something I immediately noticed was the length of the string. It's much longer than both Vesperia's top and my sister's Queen Bee from last year's top.

I can definitely see the longer string being more fun for kids to play with, but it's now too long to put the loop on the string through the hook on the top to have it sit around her waist. It sits more at her thigh now without some manipulation (like in my first image). Newer Ladybugs also have a longer yoyo string, but her yoyo can be winded up to fit better.

I do prefer the longer string to the shorter string, but it would be nice if it were an adjustable length.

And here's her Kwami, Pollen! I think she's pretty cute. I've mentioned before that I don't like most of the Playmates Miraculous doll's Kwamis, but Pollen and Plagg are exceptions. She's mostly yellow, with black trim and yellow-green irises with blue sclera.

Her sculpting is pretty nice, she has a little smile, but it's unpainted, like Tikki, but she has enough painted details to not look like an afterthought.

My only major complaint is that I can't get her to balance (she's laying down in this photo). Other than that, she's a fun addition to Queen Bee.

Overall, I'm very pleased with Queen Bee. She feels very solid, with tight joints, looks quite accurate to her television counterpart, and all of her accessories look great. I don't find myself wishing she came with more or that her accessories are disappointing, like some of the other Miraculous dolls I've reviewed. I give Queen Bee an A+!

#miraculous dolls #miraculous ladybug #playmates toys #miraculous #playmates miraculous dolls #dolls #fashion dolls #queen bee doll #queen bee

[lilicy-secrets]

Breakfast, Meetings, and Clean Apartments Chapter 4

I stood in a dark void alone. Silence filled my ears. I felt fear sink into me when I heard a laugh. I looked up to see the queen bee of my school, Jessica. Her long, flawlessly straight brown hair up in a ponytail, her perfect, tan, unblemished skin, 10 rating body in a cheer outfit stood over me. "Do you honestly think you could run from me? I thought you would've known better than that. Even if it's not my friends and myself, you'll be targeted again. A new school won't help. You're our little toy; don't think we'll give up so easily. He'll grow tired of you soon enough." Her voice was filled with malice, hate, and control. I watched as she was about to grab me before she was pushed aside by my parents.

"Look at you. You worthless bitch, do you really think he can save you from everything forever? You'll be back with you're good parents soon. Then we'll decide a just and fair punishment," they said in unison, adding venom to the last part.  "How dare you think that you can just leave us. He'll see what you're really worth soon enough."  Then I heard his voice.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), where are you?" He sounded worried. Then he appeared before me. "Oh, there you are. Look, Sarah called, and she's getting the wedding back together. I'm sorry, but you'll have to be on your own now. You've come so far, though; you should be able to save yourself now." He looked at me with happiness. He looked at everyone around me. "Anyway, with all these people to love you, you'll be safe."

"Brendon, th-these are th-the ones that I-I-I need saving from!" I cried out as he stood up.

"Don't be crazy, (y/n/n). If this is what I took you away from, you should feel ashamed for playing me as the fool. Have a nice life."

I awoke with a start as tears streamed down my face. I was sitting straight up in a sunlit living room. It took me a second to remember everything from last night. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I stood up feeling much more relaxed than I had a few seconds ago. When I did, I noticed that Brendon hadn't moved since last night. I smiled and set the blanket on top of him. Suddenly my stomach growled, and I saw it was 8 a.m. I went to the kitchen and began making breakfast. 'It's the least I can do.' Surprisingly, it seemed that whatever was causing my muscles to give out yesterday wasn't effecting me today because 30 minutes later bacon, eggs, biscuits, and hash browns were perfectly prepared along with fresh coffee. I set the table, and went to wake up Brendon when I ran right into him. I stumbled back a bit, but he caught my wrist and held me to his chest. "Good morning," I said looking at his slightly messy hair. 'He looks so sexy right now.'  I shook my head as I tried to change my train of thought. "You must be starved."

He gave me a smirk as he sat down at the table. "Now, how did my little civilian get all this ready for me? Also, (y/n/n), did you take your medicine?" He asked as he began preparing his plate.

"I have no idea, what ever was messed up yesterday isn't as messed up today. Maybe it's triggered by some emotion," I said as I remembered it only happened when I was stressed, upset, or nervous. "Also, no, I figured I need to eat before taking it. Oh, do you have anything planned for today?" I asked sitting beside him and making my own plate.

"I have a band meeting at 10, but other than that, no. Why?"

"No reason, I was thinking that if I was going to spending the day here, than I was wondering what I would do." I had already planned on picking up the house a bit if he left.

"Well, you could come with me."

"I'll pass, I don't want your friends thinking you've gone mad, anyway, I'm feeling lazy."

"Oh, okay," he said sounding dejected.

"I will go with you next time, I promise."

The rest of breakfast went by quietly and he was buzzing off to get ready to go as I cleaned up the table. I plugged my iPod into a set of speakers in the living room, sat down on the couch book in hand, and made it appear that this was my plan for the day. Before he left, he came and gave me a hug, and two pills since I forgot. "Remember, you have to take those every six hours," he said as he walked out the door.

I rolled my eyes and gulped down the pills before I got up and quickly got to work on the house. I gathered all of the trash, dirty dishes, and dirty clothes around the apartment, even from Brendon's room after a really long debate with myself. After getting all the dishes washed, the trash in the waste basket, and a load of laundry started, I began to dust. I kept working happily listening to all of Panic! At The Disco's songs. I even vacuumed, swept, and mopped. After four hours of cleaning I was folding the last bit of laundry when I heard the door open and close. I was in the laundry room, so I figured Brendon was just getting home.

"(Y/n)? Who the hell came and cleaned the apartment?" I heard him asking as he opened up my door. "(Y/n), where the hell are you?"

"The laundry room," I said as I gathered up the laundry in a basket to go and put away. I met him in the kitchen. "How was the meeting?"

"Fun, now what in the world are you doing?" He asked me as I passed by. "Wait, give me that." He took the basket from me and began putting stuff away.

"I was putting up laundry."

"Why?"

"I felt the need to. Was I not supposed to?" I felt worried that I had over stepped a boundary that he had set up that I was unaware off.

"No, you were supposed to be lounging around. If I knew you were going to be doing all of this, I would have dragged your ass off to the meeting with me. I told the guys about you, and they want to meet you. I said you had to stay home because you weren't up to moving around a whole lot. You made me lie to my band," he used a mock sad voice. "Also, I don't think Doctor Andrews will be happy if he knew you were cleaning my house. I really don't need that guy lecturing me. If I didn't know any better, I would swear he was your dad."

"Oh, is that all. I thought I had made you mad at me," I said sitting down on the couch. "I'm sorry, I lied, but if I hadn't then I wouldn't have been able to show you my appreciation. Also, I promised I'd go with you next time."

He finished putting up the laundry and placed the basket in the laundry room. He sat beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Well, the house looks a thousand times better, but you could have had an accident while I was away. You would've been helpless since you left the "Brendon" signal in your room."

I burst out laughing at this. I also blushed as he hugged me closer to his body. He was wearing a tight grey shirt, a grey beanie, black skinny jeans, and his glasses. He once again looked sexy as hell. "The 'Brendon' signal?"

"Yeah, you know, your cell."

"Oh, well, next time, I'll keep it on me. Oh, why did you tell the guys about me?"

"Eh, I just felt they should know that a cute girl was staying with me, so they'd be on their best behavior when they bring over lunch."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, yeah, you might want to go get cleaned up the band's coming over for lunch, and it's on them," he said winking at me.

I smacked his chest as I rushed to my room to grab a (f/c) v-neck blouse, (s/f/c) light jacket, (f/c) skirt, (s/f/c) tights, and my flats. I ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. "I guess it's a good thing I decided to clean the apartment!" I shouted as I stepped into the shower, and I could hear Brendon laughing. I quickly finished, put on my clothes, put on a light layer of make up and did my hair. Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, a knock resounded through the apartment. "That must be them," I said walking by Brendon. I had the door opened and was in shock when I heard Brendon coming up behind me saying, "actually, their just now getting the fo-." I looked to him and saw his face go to shock.

"Well, Brendon, who's this slut?"

#brendon urie #panic! at the disco #x reader

[karihighman]

I have no more words just this: 🥺👱🏼‍♀️👩

#chicago pd #tracy spiridakos #hailey upton #bby tracy #tracy is so great as hailey upton #baby tracy 🥺 #she’s the cutest #protect tracy at all costs #also protect hailey upton #she’s the queen of slightly messy ponytails #like wow #same expressions #quite the transformation #cpd season 4 #cpd season 7 #oh look a babey #angel bby

[pennylanewrites]

could you do 12 with goth!mikasa?

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” + Mikasa Ackerman

cw: mean dom!mikasa, some biting, choking, clit slapping, public sex (no one sees), Mikasa has a strap-on, humiliation.

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“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

When you heard those words come out of her mouth, you didn’t think it would mean she would be dragging you all the way to the changing rooms. You thought it was something more along the lines of ‘I’ll punch you till your nose is broken.’ Truth be told, you were always really mean to Mikasa. The cliche of the popular mean girl and the goth chick.

Well, right now that goth chick is locking the door to the locker room and taking off your posh private college’s green and black tie. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a huge crush on Mikasa, but it would harm your popularity, so you remained silent about it.

“You think you’re all that, don’t you?” She grins as she unbuttons your white collared shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She leans down, shimmying your skirt down your hips, lifting each of your legs so you can step out of it.

“Answer me.” She says through gritted teeth, hand wrapping around your throat, black fingernails digging into your skin.

“I-I don’t.”

“Who would have thought, the great queen bee would be at my mercy?”

“Shut up!” You blurt out, eyes growing wide as realization hits. Mikasa looks up at you with a surprised smile before she unclasped your bra, throwing it to the pile of discarded clothes.

“I’ve had enough of your shit for a long time,” she says, grip on your hair tight to pull you closer to her, “it’s time for you to get punished for it.”

“Wait-wait! What do you mean?” You gulp. Mikasa leans closer to you, making sure there isn’t a single centimeter between the two of you, and kisses your lips softly. You melt into the kiss immediately, hands wrapping around her neck before she slips her tongue in your mouth and you just let her. What would people think of you if they saw? Disgusting. Yet there you are, taking her college sweatshirt off, unclasping her bra, wasting no time.

“Okay, you had your fun. But I made a promise before, didn’t I?” She grins and turns around, opening what you assumed was her locker. She took her skirt off and you almost whine at her beautiful curves and the sight of her bare ass. You can’t believe she was going around with no panties on, even the mere thought brings a wet stain on your own underwear.

“What’s that?” Your eyes grow wide. You’re not stupid, you know it’s a strap-on. The only problem was that it was huge.

“Shh. No talking.” She orders as she ties the belt around her waist, coming over you to kiss your lips again. Her hands take off your underwear, letting the fabric fall on the floor. You shiver at the contact of her hand with your clit, but it feels oh-so-good, the way she’s so rough, doesn’t even care if you like it or if it hurts; spoiler alert, you love it.

Mikasa still has a hold around your throat as two of her fingers work their way into your tight hole, making your moans echo in the empty room. Her hold tightens, she wants to make sure there are some marks that your expensive concealer won’t cover. Black-stained lips meet your neck and collarbones, no space left without a red mark.

“Mikasa, fuck, I’m-”

“No, you’re not. Hold it.” She orders as her fingers pick up the pace with which she was thrusting them in you. The squelching sounds of your pussy fill the room, until she stops and releases them with a distinct ‘pop’. She probs your bottom lip with them before forcing them in your mouth, making you lick them clean. Which you do, sucking so desperately in two fingers, the way she gags you with them making you squirm.

“I can’t wait to see how you take my cock.” She giggles in your ear and flips you over, breasts pressing against the cold surface as she spreads your ass cheeks wide, taking in the sight.

“I don’t think I can take it.” You mumble, embarrassed at the way your body reacts at every touch of her. Mikasa wraps an arm around your stomach, bringing it down to your clit. The little slaps have you moaning again, hole fluttering around nothing.

“I wasn’t asking.” She bites your shoulder one last time before straightening her stance again.

“N-no, wait-oh, fuck!” The tip of her cock slowly stretches you open, the sensation overbearing. Her hand finds your hair, always in that perfectly tight preppy ponytail, which she grabs for leverage. Slowly, more and more of her strap-on fits inside you and you can swear you can feel every single one of the resin veins as your walls clench around the length of it.

“Mikasa, fuck! I’m-I’m coming, God, let me...let me come!” Your nonsense makes Mikasa laugh at you, her hand meeting with your sensitive clit to slap it again. Her rough thrusts send your head to hit against a locker, the dizzy feeling only making you want more.

Your orgasm sends you over the edge, legs shaking uncontrollably, mouth left agape for some drool to run from the side and you could swear some of your cum dripped down to the pile of clothes.

“You ruined my shirt, bitch.” The hold she has on your hips is too tight, her cock is milking your orgasm in a painfully, unbelievably good way and everything feels sore.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaim, eyes blurry and burning as another orgasm slowly builds up. Mikasa leans back, now not even the tip inside you, before she rams into you unexpectedly, tip reaching your cervix to make you scream her name.

“Come on, I’m not doing all the work here.” She grins and sits on the bench. You straddle her lap, cock slipping into your hole easily, as you set a slow pace. Mikasa pays more attention to your breasts, fondling with one as the other is in her mouth, teeth grazing against your nipple as her other hand comes to your clit. “Faster.” She mumbles, leaving more marks on your body, making sure you would be humiliating yourself at some point soon.

“I said faster, bitch. Can’t you do one thing right?” She looks up at you through her eyelids, smoky eyeliner slightly smudged, yet she still looks incredibly hot.

���So-sorry .” You mumble, but your thighs are burning and it’s so hard, but it feels so good. You want to please her, make her feel good.

“Get up.” She orders and you do so, watching her remove the belt around her and setting the strap-on to the side. Legs spreading wide, she leans back a little and looks down at her pussy, then back at you. You get on your knees, hands wrapped around her pillowy thighs, before you look up at her.

“I’ve never have...”

“Well, better make it good then.” She shrugs, hand pushing your head down until your face meets with her clit. Her hand guides you to the right spots, and you’re licking, sucking around her folds, taking your time to explore her. You can hear her moaning softly, deciding to help a bit more, you slip a finger inside her wet hole, the way she sucks you in almost intoxicating.

“F-fuck!” She whines, her sweet release leaving you messy and wet. You look up at her, wondering what her next move is. Will she leave and never say anything of it?

You didn’t expect her to just ram you against the lockers and start fingering you again, as her other hand groped your breasts.

“Too much, please! Mikasa, ‘s too much!” You whine, moaning desperately. The third finger that she adds has you creaming around them, gasping for breath as she kisses your neck.

“This is what you get for being the biggest bitch on campus.” She whispers in your ear before removing herself completely off you, having you trying to catch your breath desperately. Mikasa gets dressed quickly and hides the strap-on back where she took it from. With one smirk thrown your way, she throws your bra and panties at you, leaving you to wonder why she’s holding on to your clothes.

“Let’s see how you get out of here. I told you I’d ruin you.” She laughs as she leaves with your clothes shoved in her backpack.

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[zafirosreverie]

Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part 5

(Part 1) (Part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

a/n: I’m sorry if this is a little rushed, i did what i could with my laptop freezing at all times.

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You jumped when your phone beeped with a message. You quickly grabbed it from the bed, where you had carelessly thrown it. It was from Nick.

"Meet me in the lobby”

You frowned slightly. What could he want at this hour? Probably tease you a little more. You rolled your eyes fondly.

During the whole tour, he hadn’t been able to tease you as usual. From the moment the two of you caught up with the group, your teacher's hand was firmly positioned on your lower back and when you entered the library, she was never too far away, so any joke Nick might have made would have reached her ears. And during dinner, the teachers' table had been right behind yours, conveniently.

"I'll be there in 5" you answered quickly, before putting the phone in the pocket of your shorts and smoothing your shirt again. You tied your hair in a messy bun and grabbed your purse. You didn't want to pay attention to the way your pulse was racing, or the voice in your head telling you that you were going on a date.

Because no, you were definitely not going on a date!

"Oh, are you ready?" asked a voice from the bathroom door.

For a moment you had forgotten about the other person in the room (well, not about her, but that she was there at the time). You turned to see your teacher leaning against the doorframe, in dark pants and a three-quarter-sleeve blouse. She looked so casual, so relaxed. It was a beautiful sight.

"Umm y-yeah" you stuttered "I'll wait for you downstairs. I'm going to the lobby with Nick" you explained

"Jadu?" Agatha frowned, quickly feeling a twinge of jealousy "Mister Jadu should already be in his room" she said.

"W-well, I'm sure he'll be soon, he just wanted to tell me something. Could be important" you said nervously.

It was strange how the woman could change her attitude so quickly. A few seconds ago she had been so relaxed, as if the two of you had been living together for a long time (you blushed at the thought. You did not live together!) And now, she was the living image of a beast about to attack.

"Fine" she said after looking at you for a few more moments "I'll catch up to you there"

You nodded quickly and left the room in a hurry. As much as you wanted to, now you couldn't turn a blind eye, you knew Nick was right. Harkness was acting weird.

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Agatha sighed when the door closed behind you. She mentally cursed herself for scaring you like this. She shouldn't be jealous of you, she shouldn't want to control what's going on around you, and she shouldn't want to be by your side for as long as possible.

Shouldn’t. It was a word that she had been repeating many times in the last three days.

"Maybe, I shouldn't have done all of this" she murmured.

The original plan was simple: take you to Salem, see you happy, go back, keep seeing you from afar through the hallways of the school, the end. But you had managed to complicate everything from the moment you were late, making her panic.

Then you had fallen asleep on her, making her feel nervous, you had managed to be sacrificed as an offering for her, sharing a room and making her doubt her own self-control, then you had gotten into her dreams, making her do things that she really didn't want to think about right now (there was no time for another trip to the bathroom, thank you very much) and now you were simply torturing her, rubbing in her face everything you could do with that little friend of yours that you couldn't do with her, making her feel terribly jealous of something that didn't even belong to her.

And still, she couldn't help but want to be close to you. She wasn't blind, she knew exactly how you felt about her, and even though she was still struggling with morality and shit, she also wanted to see where all of this took you both.

"Well, nowhere if I don't hurry up" she murmured, taking her purse and leaving the room.

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"Sooooo" Nick smiled at you, making you roll your eyes for the fifth time in the last five minutes.

"It’s not a date" you said for the third time "She will only take me to the antique store because it isn’t on the itinerary"

"How strange" he said sarcastically "I don't remember hearing her invitation ... Oh wait! She didn't invite us! She will only take her favorite student, with whom she shares a room, and from whom she hasn’t taken her eyes off, to a night walk through the city, so that you can visit a store that you wanted so much to go to. Yes, totally not a date" he rolled his eyes

"Well, I can ask her to let you come with us if you want" you said, blushing

"No, no" he laughed "I'm not going to piss off the kraken"

"Nick"

"I'm serious. I mean, I don't get along with her as well as you do, princess, but I want to think that I'm not on her list of students to murder. And something tells me that being a third wheel in her, 'not a date', would make me top that list" he laughed "so no, thanks, but no thanks princess"

"You are exaggerating, you know?" you laughed

"Yes yes, you call it exaggeration, I call it knowing how to choose my battles. And believe me, we all know that making Harkness angry is a losing battle and a suicidal desire"

"You make her sound like a serial killer" you rolled your eyes

"You never know" he shrugged "talking about the queen of Rome, here she comes" he told you in a low voice, subtly pointing to someone behind you.

You turned to see the brunette walking towards you with a smile that seemed a bit forced. You couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips.

"Well, I better go" Nick whispered "don't forget to bring me something" he winked at you.

She saw him rush past the older woman, giving her a little goodnight, which she only answered with a slight nod of the head. 

You saw your best friend disappear into the elevator, before paying attention to the woman in front of you.

"Everything alright?" she asked

"Y-yes Miss Harkness" you said

"So, was it important?" she pressed

"What?" you frowned confused

"The matter why you had to meet him here" she said she "didn't you say it might be important?"

You blinked a little at that. You hadn't thought that she really cared about what you said. It was a pleasant surprise, truth be told, it made you feel special and warmed your cheeks.

"Well he just wanted to make sure i bought him something" you lied.

The woman didn’t seem convinced, but she didn't say anything more on the subject. Smiling, she offered you her arm.

"Then we better go" she said she "we must find something for Mister Jadu, right?"

You giggled at that before nodding and, against your better judgment, you entwined your arm through hers.

Agatha smiled at this, unable to help but feel butterflies in her stomach, a quite refreshing and welcome feeling after the hot wave of jealousy that had washed over her when she stepped off the elevator and saw you so close to Nicholas.

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You tried to ignore the blush that was spreading across your face and neck when you walked into the store. You had thought that maybe you would take a taxi or something, but the brunette had told you that the store was not far away, so there was no point in taking a taxi when you were perfectly capable of walking there.

What she hadn't told you was that she wasn't going to let go of you. Sure, you linked your arm with hers, but you thought she would let you go when you got into a taxi. You didn't expect to find yourself walking to an antique store, arms intertwined with your crush, at night.

"How romantic" you thought sarcastically. Well, you could at least tell Nick that it was definitely not a date.

Your train of thought, however, stopped the moment you took a look at the shelves. There were old books, antique dolls, lamps, clocks, paintings, chairs, statues, among other things. You felt like a little girl in a toy store.

Agatha smiled at your look of astonishment. Your lips were slightly parted, you weren’t blinking and your eyes had a special shine that the brunette had never seen. Almost like a girl looking at the presents under the tree on Christmas day.

You looked so cute that she didn't care that you let go of her arm to get deeper and deeper into the place (although she immediately missed your warmth). She followed you carefully, not wanting to miss out on any of your reactions to the artifacts in front of you.

"I had one of those when I was little" you said suddenly, pointing to a beautiful porcelain doll.

Agatha looked at it for a moment. It had white skin, with black curlers tied in a half ponytail and a large purple bow. The dress, although worn and a bit dirty, still retained a bit of its purple color and the elegance of its original design.

But it was her face that had caught your attention the most. She had flushed cheeks, red lips (albeit a bit faded), and long eyelashes. And her eyes...her eyes were two big beautiful blue orbs.

"She looks like you" you said, smiling at the woman next to you

Agatha was a bit surprised and felt a rush of nerves when you stepped closer to her so she could see the doll better. It was true, it looked a bit like her.

"I guess so" she smiled at you

"I like her" you whispered.

The woman gasped silently, looking at you intently. You weren't looking at her, but at the doll in your hands, but something inside her, maybe a selfish part of her, told her that you were talking about her. And for the sake of her heart, she would hold on to that belief, regardless of your next words:

"T-the doll" you clarified quickly, cursing you for being so clumsy "I like the doll" you said, smiling nervously at her.

"Why?" she asked "Most people find them creepy”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “Must be the eyes” you smiled.

Agatha smiled back at you, but she didn't say anything. Suddenly feeling very exposed under her gaze, you set the doll back in place, before turning awkwardly to continue staring at the other shelves.

"Aren't you going to buy her?" the brunette asked, making you look at her again

"...no" you said "She’s beautiful, but too expensive for me. I prefer to save a little for other things that we can find in the following tours. It wouldn’t be smart of me to spend all my money on the third day, right?" you joked lightly.

Agatha however, noticed the look you gave the doll before turning around. You wanted it, of that she was sure.

______________

"My grandmother had one of those" you laughed

"Well, your grandmother had good taste then" replied the brunette, holding the locket in front of you.

"I suppose there is a certain beauty in it" you admitted, taking it carefully, smiling when the woman winked at you.

"Old is beautiful, Y/N" she said

"Much" you smiled and winked at her. You both knew that you weren't exactly talking about the necklace in your hands.

In the hour and a half that you had been there, something had changed between the two of you. It had started with something subtle, probably since the moment you said you liked the doll that reminded you of your teacher, but then it was an innocent comment about how beautiful a brooch looked in her, a hand on your back encouraging you to try on a necklace, a warm breath on your neck as she approached you from behind to see books over your shoulder. And without realizing it, you had been exchanging somewhat flirtatious comments with the older woman.

Nothing serious, you told yourself, but enough to feel like your relationship had changed. As if you had become closer.

"Well, I think I have everything" you said, separating a little from her

"Are you sure?" she told you "What about the gift for Mr. Jadu?"

"Here" you smiled, showing her the quartz necklace that you had chosen for your best friend.

"Excellent" she said to you "Why don't you pay and wait for me outside?

You shrugged and watched her get lost between the shelves. You paid for your things and left the store, shaking a little. It wasn't cold, but you needed a bubbly presence by your side.

__________

The next morning, there was no sign of the older woman. You frowned at that, but you guessed that she had simply gotten up before you, she was probably already in the dining room or waking up the rest of your classmates for breakfast.

You took a moment to remember the night before and how special it had made you feel. Too bad the spell had been broken as soon as you left the store.

You had asked her what was in the box she came out with, but she hadn't answered. In fact, she hadn't spoken to you the entire way back to the hotel. It was weird, but you hadn't minded because she had re-entwined her arm with yours anyway, so you were sure she wasn't upset with you.

______________

"So how was the no date?" Nick asked, immediately after sitting down across from you

"Great, they had very interesting things" you said

"Oh come on Y/N, give me the juicy details"

"There are no 'juicy details' Nick" you rolled your eyes "as you said yourself, it was not a date. We just went to an antique store and voila"

"Liar" he said "there had to be something! She took you by the hand? She pushed you against a shelf and kissed you?"

"Nick!" you hit him on the head

"Ouch" he said "Hey, don't be so aggressive"

"Don't be such an idiot" you said "Nothing happened. Period"

"Okay" he sighed in defeat "did you at least bring me something?"

"Yes, but I don't think you deserve it" you said

"Oh, come on!" he groaned "You don't give me juicy details and you’re also going to take my gift from me? Dark magic is corrupting you, Y/L/N"

You laughed at that, almost spitting out the juice you were drinking.

"You are an idiot" you said

"But?" he smiled at you and raised an eyebrow

You rolled your eyes "But, you are MY idiot" you said. You took the quartz necklace out of your pocket and threw it at him "Here, cry baby"

"Woah" he said, catching it in midair "Awesome, a rose quartz! Thank you princess"

"Yes, yes, you're welcome" you said "now, be a good slave and bring me more fruit, will you?"

"Right away, my lady" he winked at you and stood up.

You were so busy laughing at him, you didn't notice the brunette behind you getting up and leaving the dining room quickly.

______________

Agatha felt her hands shaking as she placed the package on your bed. She wasn't sure if she should, maybe she was crossing a line, maybe she had misinterpreted the signals. But last night she had seen a side of you that she didn’t know.

In that store, you had stopped being the tender and shy student who was always nervous for the presence of her teacher, and you were transformed into a playful and flirtatious creature that had made her legs tremble.

She hadn't expected you to flirt back, but she loved it and now she wanted more.

"But this" she whispered, looking at the gift on your bed "Will it be too much?"

She was breaking the agreement that she had made with herself. It was not night, and only the nights belonged to her. Leaving you a gift in broad daylight was against the rules.

Fortunately, Agatha Harkness was a woman who made her own rules.

_________________

You opened the door to your room quickly, counting in your mind the seconds it took. You were only back for a pair of sunglasses and your wallet. You were about to leave again when you noticed the box on your bed.

"What is this?" you murmured, moving closer to it.

How did you not notice a box in the middle of your bed as soon as you entered? You didn’t know.

You took the card that was on top of the box, blushing immediately when you recognized the fine handwriting.

"You keep surprising me with your ability to love broken creatures, Miss Y/L/N, but I suppose you're right. It must be the eyes -A.H."

You opened the box and couldn't help but smile as a familiar warmth ran through you and butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

A pair of glass blue eyes stared at you as you hugged the doll and you wished you could hug the woman who looked like her too.

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[crymeariveronceagain]

What do you think Biana wears?

How do you think Biana does her hair/makeup?

(Mashing these two together because they're in the same boat.)

Ok this is slightly complicated because if there's one thing this girl knows how to do it is dress for the occasion. She knows what to wear, how to wear it, and when to wear it.

She's basically everything I wish I was with clothing.

She dresses casual, on casual days(basically whenever she doesn’t have to leave the house). And when she gets home from school. This girl is all sweatshirts and sweatpants and messy buns. If she’s feeling like it, she’ll take off her makeup and curl up on her bed with a good book. She’s got tye-dyed shirts, sweaters, sweatpants. She’s got old and nearly ragged pieces of cloth that she hangs onto because they’re soft. And, admittedly, while she’d never ever either be allowed or want to leave her house looking like “such a mess”, she wears her casual clothes all the time when she doesn’t have to be anywhere. 

She dresses classy, when she goes to school. Pleated skirts to school, her uniform crisp and immaculately clean. She’s got one uniform to wear for every day, and at the end of the week, she does her laundry, and wonders if she really wants and needs all that many skirts. She’ll use some light jewelry, sometimes, or hair pins to add some sparkle. She usually has her hair down, for school, but sometimes wears it half up, twisted behind her. It’s a very simple, classic hairstyle, but hot dang if she can’t rock it. Her makeup is usually very natural, or at least what looks like natural. I personally have a headcanon that this girl has vitiligo, and usually covers it up with makeup. But other than that, it looks very neat and very classy. Not a lot of eyeliner, not a lot of mascara, not a lot of lipstick. She aims for a natural look, usually, and it looks really good on her.

When she goes out with her parents, around town, or with her friends, and it’s more formal than her casual, but less formal than school, she’ll keep her hair in whatever hair style’s simplest, whether a ponytail high up on her head, or down in whatever way she did it for school today, or just altogether down. She’ll wear whatever makeup she already had on, or about the same as she does for school. Maybe she’ll add in more eyeliner, or maybe some brighter lipstick, if she’s feeling like it. She wears clothes that are classy and fashionable. She’s got button up shirts to tuck into accordion pleated skirts, skinny dark wash jeans and baggy sweatshirts that she puts on the top of her tanktop, and those cute fun spaghetti strap dresses that you can layer over the top of other shirts. She’s cute, and she knows it. She’ll accessorize, too, with rings or necklaces or bracelets or earrings. She always looks put together, when she goes out, and she has a really good eye for matching colors and matching clothes.

When she’s around her family, she usually goes for light, fluttery dresses. Her family is pretty traditional, so she usually tries to wear fairly traditional clothes. She doesn’t mind it at all, and she always knows and thinks she’s pretty. She keeps her makeup very soft and barely there. Except, she might go for a shocking color of lipstick. Just to keep people on their toes.

This girl. Can dress. So Formal. You’ll want her to be at your wedding. Just because she’s that gorgeous, that fancy, that sparkly. Floofy dresses, her hair done up in intricate ways, her eyes outlined with the most perfect makeup you’ve ever seen. She looks like a goddess, like a princess, and like a fairy, all at once. She wears it all so well and she walks like she was born to wear stilletos. Her hear is always held high and you can tell that she loves wearing this kind of thing. She loves looking and feeling like the absolute queen that she is.

This girl loves the color purple. Like, oh my stars. I am wholly willing to bet that at least 55% of her wardrobe is various shades of purple. 25% of it is teal. The rest of it is other colors. She’s a purple and blue gal. She likes those colors.

She has THE MOST. EXTENSIVE. MAKEUP COLLECTION. She knows how to do the things with the makeup!!! I am so proud of her!!!

Jewelry style is pretty light, usually, and she doesn’t go for bigger pieces? Like, if asked(or demanded) she’ll wear really extravagant jewelry pieces, but overall, she goes for softer, lighter things. She doesn’t like stuff that weighs her down.

Biana Vacker Style Aesthetic(moodboard??):

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[marsbutterfly]

Mirrors

Note: I have been working on this for months. Every time I listen to this song, I think about slow dancing with Hanji. Please I’m begging, let me know if y’all like it <3

Summary: Stars shine brightly in the sky outside but inside the crowded ballroom, the only star you are interested in is Hanji.

WARNING: Slightly NSFW! 

Wattpad Version! | AO3 Version!

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“Aren't you something to admire

'cause your shine is something like a mirror

And I can't help but notice, you reflect in this heart of mine”

The music that echoes from the main hall is now muffled by the closed doors. You take a few steps forward, propping your body on the balcony as you watch the leaves on the trees dancing with the wind.

Strands of hair fall from their assigned position in an elegant bun. As you shiver, you wrap your arms around your torso in an attempt to keep yourself warm. 

Sliding your hand up and down the sides of your arm, you silently take your free index and middle fingers towards your mouth, a red lipstick mark staining your skin.

A smirk curls up on the right corner of your lips as you think about the tall, brunette awaiting for you inside the ballroom. Her black suit perfectly matches her eye patch as the waves of her hair fall over her shoulder, still the usual messy ponytail.

You take a deep breath allowing the cold air to fill your lungs. The wind hits your face and your nose turns bright red in response. Your eyes analyze the land ahead of you while you pay close attention to the armed soldiers protecting the building.

“Y/N.” A voice pulls you away from your thoughts. Immediately, you turn around and bow to her, paying close attention to her cheeks as they turn red under the pale moonlight.

“Your Highness.” 

“I still can’t get used to that.” Historia says. The long, red cape she wears sweeps the floor as she walks closer to you, and in her eyes you can see how desperate she is for a break from the overwhelming attention she’s been receiving. You flash her a compassionate smile before extending your hand, helping as she struggles with the flowy white dress she wears. She mouths the words “Thank you” in return..

“Would you like a cigarette?” You ask, opening the container as the smell of tobacco quickly hits against your nose. She shrugs, quickly shaking her head while putting her hand up, trying to gently push it away. All you can do is laugh in response.

“God, no.” She says, a laugh of her own escaping her small body, “Just the smell makes me want to cough and plus, it wouldn’t look good if anyone saw the Queen smoking.”

“I don’t smoke them either.” You place the container back into the small pocket hiding in the fabric of your red dress, arms quickly wrapping around yourself once again in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold. “But I learned that it’s always a good idea to have a pack with you when dealing with the higher-ups.”

After taking a few more steps forward, Historia places her hand on your upper left-arm. Neither of you say anything for a few seconds, simply enjoying the rare seconds of silence surrounding you. It doesn’t last more than a couple of minutes.

“If you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find

Just know that I'm always parallel on the other side”

Rushed footsteps come from behind you. The blonde girl by your side lets out an audible sigh before turning around to face whoever was making their way through the massive door and you notice a hint of sadness hidden in her ocean blue eyes.

“Your Highness, your presence is being required.” A tall soldier says, short of breath after running towards you. Historia hangs her head low, shaking it slowly. 

“Go.” You try and encourage her, “Those military idiots in there won’t be of any help once the alcohol gets to their head.”

She grimaces before nodding, the soldier takes her hand and guides her to the massive brown doors of the ballroom. But before going in, he turns to you quickly. “Section Commander Y/N, Commander Hanji would like to see you.”

A smile on your face, you practically run back inside the building, your heels clicking against the floor as you pass the queen. She giggles and shoots you a quick glance. 

“They really are an amazing couple, aren’t they?” She quietly asks the guard standing next to the door, not expecting an answer from her other than a smile and a nod.

The sound of loud voices and wine bottles gently hitting the edge of glasses fills your ears. In one of the corners, the band plays an upbeat melody while couples dance around the room. Ball gowns coat the floor with glitter as they spin around like dandelions flying with the wind.

On the way in, you rush past the crowd, bumping against a few and quickly apologizing until you lay your eyes on her. She holds a champagne glass in her right hand as her left rests in the pocket of her high-waisted pants. Even though Hanji is a few inches shorter than most of the men surrounding her, she still makes a point to hold  her chin up and look down at all of them.

But as soon as her eyes meet yours, her face noticeably lights up. Once you are close enough, she excuses herself before quickly running towards you, careful not to spill the drink in her hand. Your arms wrap around her waist, face resting on the crook of her neck while she pushes your head as close to her as possible. 

“You were looking for me?” You ask, propping your chin up on her collarbone. She smiles widdly at you and nods, strands of her hair tickling your face.

“Yes, I needed you to save me from…. Them.” She tilts her head, a barely noticeable gesture but enough for you to look over her shoulder. A group of four men stare at you, one of them you quickly recognize as Commander Pixis, who simply raises his nearly full wine glass at you before taking a long sip. Once he places it down, there is nothing in it anymore and you let out a giggle against Hanji’s skin.

“I’m sorry, I needed some fresh air.” You say and smile at her.

“Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go

Just put your hand on the glass

I'm here trying to pull you through

You just gotta be strong”

The upbeat song quickly disappears and in its place a comforting silence appears. The woman in front of you takes a step back before extending her hand forward. No words are needed for you to understand what she’s trying to say.

You nod and take her hand, allowing her to guide you towards the dance floor. A red blush spreads across your face though you are not quite certain why. Perhaps it’s a result of Hanji’s warm fingers touching your skin or maybe the alcohol is finally hitting you.

Once both of your bodies come to a full stop, she places one hand on your back as the other remains holding yours. She pulls you closer and your focus now belongs to her intoxicating and intense, whiskey brown eyes.

Hand resting on her shoulder, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself as the band starts to play a slow melody. Couples all around you begin to move and you can feel your heart beating in your throat, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Hanji’s grip on you tightens for a second and you feel a wave of calmness washing over you. Her feet begin to move, gently guiding you around in perfect sync with each other. The smile on her lips as she escorts you from one side to the other is nearly enough to outshine the moon, your heels clicking against the marble floor. 

For a second, it seems as if the world around you has disappeared and only the two of you remained. Curious eyes from the crowd now rest upon you, paying close attention to your movements. You can feel your heart racing in your ears, nearly blocking out the music.

Guiding both your hand and hers above your head, she spins you gently and you allow a quiet giggle to come out. As your body comes to a full stop, Hanji pulls you in, your palms resting against her chest while your eyes focus on the waves of her hair. 

Every last particle of air is sucked out of your lungs before your lips meet hers. The taste of the alcohol in her breath mixed with the faint smell of your lipstick brings out a feeling you are all too familiar with, comfort.

The softness of her mouth against yours erases every other thought you might have in that moment and the only one left is Hanji. The way her fingers feel against your skin or how you are able to feel the beating of her heart, rhythmically matching yours.

All eyes now rest upon the two of you, carefully waiting for your next move. In this moment, underneath the bright lights of the ballroom and the gaze of every superior in the Military, you realize you belong to Hanji, body and soul.

“Cause I don't wanna lose you now

I'm lookin' right at the other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Is a space that now you hold”

Lips finally separating, she smiles brightly at you before spinning you one final time and carefully supporting your body weight as you fall into her arms. When she brings you back up, your faces are merely an inch apart. 

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, trying to catch your breath while she touches her forehead to yours. After what it feels like an eternity, you are able to break out of the trance her intoxicating eyes had you in and you finally notice the two of you are the center of attention.

A burning sensation takes over your cheeks and you shift your focus towards Hanji’s expensive shoes but before too long, you feel her index finger brushing against your skin and resting underneath your chin while she places her thumb parallelly on top.

She gently forces your head up and welcomes your eyes with a bright smile. You can’t help but allow the corners of your lips to rise in return. 

Before you have time to fall into yet another trance, you hear someone clear their throat behind you. Quickly, you turn around, consequently freeing yourself from Hanji’s embrace. The bald man with rosy cheeks gets closer to her, making sure she can hear him over the deafening beat of the band’s new song.

She simply nods and you watch him walk away. You flash Hanji a curious look and, in response, she brings her lips dangerously close to yours only to make a detour and place them by your ear. 

“Let’s go outside.” She says, “I want to introduce you to a few more of my colleagues.”

You nod. Her warm breath hitting your skin now turns into the feeling of her lips biting your earlobe. A shiver goes down your spine and a part of you melts right then and there. She lets out a giggle before pulling away and grabbing your hand, gently guiding you towards the exit.

“Show me how to fight for now

And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Coming back into you once I figured it out

You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror”

The cold wind hits your face as soon as you step outside but this time you are welcomed by loud laughs and the smoke from several lit cigarettes instead of the calming silence. 

Hanji closes her eyes, taking a quick breath before making her way down the stairs, your hand now resting on her upper left arm.

From a small group emerges a man you have never seen before. The insignia on his chest indicates he’s a part of the Garrison but nothing more sticks out to you. He reaches for Hanji’s hand and she quickly obliges.

“This is my Y/N.” She says. You simply nod and smile at him.

As they strike a conversation, you wave your hand at one of the servers and grab one of the many glasses of wine they hold above a tray. 

The liquid slides down your throat with ease as you try and focus on the words flowing around you. Hanji shoots you a concerned look, to which you simply squeeze her arm gently, wordlessly letting her know that you’re still there, and that you’re bored.

You wordlessly transmit what is going through your head by squeezing her arm repeatedly, “I. Want. To. Go. Home.” You pause for a few seconds, and then squeeze her one final time as if to say “please.” 

In response, Hanji laughs into her cup, acting like she’s paying attention to whatever the man in front of you is saying.

Suddenly, you feel her hand sliding across your hips. It doesn’t rest there for long before quietly making its way down. A gasp escapes you once you feel the pressure of her grasping the flesh of your ass.

You shiver gently, trying to play it off as if you’re cold but the devious smirk on her lips is nearly enough to destroy your cover.

With each look she shoots you, you feel the world around you spin for a second. You’re not able to tell if you're drunk from the wine or from those intoxicating brown eyes.

“Well gentlemen, it has been a pleasure.” Hanji says, and nods at them gently, “But we have an early start tomorrow and I would hate to deal with the initiation ceremony while suffering from an awful hangover.”

The men burst into laughter all at once, so synchronized it reminds you of instruments in a symphony. You simply smile and wave them goodbye before rushly following behind Hanji. 

As you wait for your ride, you pull her closer to you in order whisper to her, sweetly and desperately, “I need your fingers inside of me.”

Hanji looks at you out of the corner of her eye. 

“Then my fingers inside of you is what you shall get, my lady.” She replies, lust filling her eyes. Her hand rests on your lower back, pulling you closer and destroying every inch of space between you two.

“My mirror staring back at me

I couldn't get any bigger

With anyone else beside of me

And now it's clear as this promise

That we're making two reflections into one”

Outside, all you can hear is the clopping of hooves against the pavement. Yet inside the carriage, the sounds of your moans fill the air. 

You straddle Hanji on the carriage seat as your hands desperately unbutton her white shirt. Her blazer already lies forgotten on the empty seat across from you. The warmth of her fingers travels from your back to your ass, feeling the pressure of her squeeze as it drags a delighted sound out of you.

A smile takes over her lips before they shift to plant wet kisses on your jawbone. You groan quietly, your hands shaking as you push her now-unbuttoned shirt off, and you watch as the cloth slides down her arms.

Lifting your head, you wordlessly invite her to kiss your neck. She immediately obliges, her lips brushing against the area gently. She travels from your jaw to your collarbone and you melt against her touch much like snow in the sun.

Hanji giggles quietly, fully appreciating the savory image before her. You decide to use the break to your advantage and reach for her hand. You guide it towards your already soaked underwear and press her fingers into you.

Her fingertips brush lightly against the thin fabric of your lace underwear, dragging a prolonged moan out of you. Once she applies a bit more pressure right above your clit, you know you are done for.

Her middle and ring fingers move in small circles and a shiver travels down your spine. Instantly, you begin moving your hips against her, your arms wrapping around her neck as you try to balance yourself.

Once both of you quicken your paces, you begin to gasp desperately. Hanji’s face is buried in the crook of your neck, her warm tongue tracing along the dips of your skin. 

The carriage comes to an abrupt stop. Hanji’s hands move towards your hips, securing you in place. As your eyes meet, she giggles, and it’s so heartwarming that it fills the air and brings the corners of your lips up into a smile. Seeing her like this awakens the hundreds of butterflies in your stomach.

You move your leg, allowing her to get up and open the carriage door. Your hands carefully examine the seat, looking for her blazer. Yet all you find is the imprint left by her ass. Once you feel the expensive fabric in your fingers, you grab it before making your way outside the door.

As you stand outside, Hanji’s left arm rests on your back while her right scoops your legs out from underneath you. She lifts your body up, and laughs loudly as she carries you towards the building. She backs into the heavy, brown doors while holding you in her arms, and stumbles inside of your house. 

Standing in front of your room’s door, she shoots a look at you to silently ask you to turn the knob. 

After turning on the lights, Hanji makes her way past the small wooden table in the middle of the room and carries you towards the bed. You pull her in by the neck, sealing your lips together in a kiss. 

Your body is gently placed on the bed, kissing all the while. Her tongue gently explores your mouth and you crave for more of her touch, to feel her breath against your skin despite the smell of alcohol that lingers on her tongue.

Hanji laces her fingers with yours, and you notice how well they fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. You finally realize you need air and you mentally curse your lungs for their need to breathe, forcing your lips apart. 

With a smirk, she pulls away, gently grabbing your wrist and placing your hand right above her heart. As you feel the beats, you could’ve sworn they were saying your name.

She plants a quick kiss on your lips before getting up, quickly unbuttoning her own shirt while making her way towards the door once again. A whimper leaves your body and your bottom lip quivers. 

Hanji doesn’t say anything but simply locks the door before walking back to you, hands behind her back as she starts to remove her bra. A smile on your lips, you begin touching the fabric of your own dress before pulling it up your body.

The last thing you pay attention to before focusing solely on Hanji is the flicking light of the candle standing on the bedside table. 

As she lays in bed with you, her hands quickly find their way towards your boobs, gently pinching your nipple in between her fingers while resting her face on your shoulder, wet lips leaving small, purplish marks on your skin.

All you’ve ever wanted was for Hanji to feel like you belong to her and tonight you will show her that you do, body and soul.

“Cause it's like you're my mirror

My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me”

#hanji x reader #hanji zoe x reader #hange x reader #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe/reader #my sunshine #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #snk #aot smut?

[farfromharry]

The one with the much needed bandaid | Peter’s Girl

Summary: You and Peter finally talk about what you saw the night of Liz’s party, and you become sort of his go to nurse

Word count - 2375

Warnings - mentions of injury, language? i can’t remember

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Peter had spent the entire weekend practically pulling his hair out over the whole thing with Y/N. He couldn’t believe he was so reckless that in the space of the same night he’d managed to one, accidentally reveal his identity to one of his best friends, two, scare away the bad guys by underestimating just how dangerous they were, and three, summon Mr Stark- well his suit and some kind of phone call, to save him from a lake after being dropped in by some weird bird man.

So you could say Peter’s last few days hadn’t been very enjoyable or realistic at all and it was driving him insane.

He was trying to fix things one by one, and he’d begun with apologising to Mr Stark for any inconvenience he caused. His mentor was quick to brush it off, telling him not to get too worked up about it, but warning him to leave the dangerous men to him and the people who were specially trained to deal with these kinds of things, not just some kid from Queens.

He didn’t know how much of that he would stick to, determined to catch these guys as quickly as possible if the avengers weren’t going to jump in, but he’d try and keep that quiet and unknown to Tony of course.

The next part of his plan was to find you on Monday morning, to at least try and explain what he was doing in Spiderman’s suit outside of Liz’s party, maybe tell a few white lies to get himself out of the web he’s caught himself in.

And his plan for the bad guys… well that was still in the works, but he was smart so he’d figure it out in his own time.

»»——⍟——««

You had received numerous texts and calls from Peter since the moment you woke up that morning, all of which had been ignored. You’d gathered he’d want to talk to you but you weren’t returning the sentiment, and you weren’t even sure why. Were you mad he didn’t tell you? Mad that he’d put himself in all that danger?

You didn’t know, but you did know that you were planning on avoiding him so you didn’t have to find out.

Peter had met up with Ned that morning like he did every morning. He was rambling on about some new star wars theory that the brunette would normally love to hear and give his opinion on, so the fact that Peter was ignoring him was strange.

“Are you okay? You seem a little on edge,” Ned pointed out. Peter turned to look at him with a small, unconvincing look.

“I just need to talk to Y/N.”

Ned rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what happened that night other than Peter had left him looking stupid at the party, prompting Flash to call the boy some names while he wasn’t there.

Seeing as Mj had stopped defending him and Ned wouldn’t get involved, the male was free to ridicule Peter for as long as he wished, making for a lot of weird stares in the school halls.

But back to the present, his best friend didn’t seem too happy that he was so obviously keeping things from him, because Peter Parker was a horrible liar.

When your eyes met Peter’s figure resting against your locker you quickly spun around and started heading in the opposite direction, even if you had no idea where you were planning on going. Your hair whipping around was what caught Peter’s attention from his peripheral vision.

“Gotta go,” he announced to Ned, heading off the way you left with a quick jog in his step. You could hear Peter calling your name louder the closer he got, prompting you to speed up.

You cursed quietly when you came to the end of the hallway, having to decide on the spot whether to go left to a crowd of rowdy students, or right to a dead end. People must have thought you both looked crazy, even though that was the only other conclusion you could come to about yourself after you saw Peter on the rooftop.

“Y/N!” Peter yelled, grabbing your wrist in a gentle but firm grip. You stared at him wide eyed, almost like you were afraid of him, and it was a look that Peter never wanted to see again.

He quickly looked around before tugging you through an open door that led you to an empty classroom.

He closed the door behind him, leaving you standing there watching him blankly. He took a few minutes to try and prepare what he was going to say, granted something he should’ve probably done before he pulled you into a room with him.

“I want to explain the other night,” he stated, meeting your eyes for the first time that day. Your expression stayed stoic, pursing your lips.

“You want to lie your way out of admitting you’re Spiderman?” you sassed. The male was slightly taken back at your bluntness.

“Yeah, I guess,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood slightly. You didn’t look impressed at all, and he sputtered out a few apologies.

“Okay yes, I am Spiderman-“ you interrupted him with a scoff, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “Please just hear me out, y/n/n.”

You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. Peter had to admit that without your usual happy mood, you were intimidating and he never knew you were even capable of that.

“Fine, go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “You aren’t meant to know because- it-it’s dangerous Y/N.” Your heart fluttered slightly. “I didn’t tell anyone because I wanted you all to be safe, I don’t know what I’d do if I was the reason you got hurt.”

Your features noticeably softened. He stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his and running his thumb over the back of your skin.

“You can’t tell anyone, please.” His soft eyes met yours in a pleading look.

“Who else knows?” you asked.

“Ned,” he mumbled. “And Mr Stark, but that’s it.”

You perked up slightly, and Peter noticed.

“So, Mj doesn’t know?” He shook his head, murmuring something about how it probably wouldn’t take her long to figure out though. Sensing your happiness about his words, the boy assumed you were happy that you knew something that she didn’t, and he didn’t really understand why. But that wasn’t the case, you were just glad that it meant she was safe, what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her, right?

“Will you keep my secret?” he asked, staring at you with eyes that resembled those of a scared puppy. You sighed, flashing him a smile and nodding your head.

“Of course I will.” The tone of your voice suggested to Peter that you weren’t done and there was going to be some kind of condition here.

“But?” he prompted.

“But please be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He grinned, pulling you into a tight hug. You tucked your head under his chin, inhaling his scent and being calmed by his presence.

Peter couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face thinking about how you weren’t aware of his abilities, something he’d have to explain to you sometime. “You have so much to learn about me.”

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A soft tapping on your window was the last thing you expected to hear at almost midnight on a weekday. You raised your head from your pillow, squinting your eyes to try and make out what was on the other side of the glass.

You eventually had to turn on your light, startling when you noticed the shape of a person, more specifically a superhero.

You swung your legs over the side of your bed, hissing when your feet made contact with the cold floor, but you pushed that aside to go and open your window to invite Peter in.

He hastily pulled off his mask, revealing his ruffled hair and bloody face to you.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, taking note of the streaks of red on the side of his face. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, stepping forward without a word to engulf you in a hug.

You were careful wrapping your arms around him, making sure you didn’t cause him anymore pain with your hand placement.

“What happened?”

He raised his head, pressing the spider symbol in the middle of his chest. His suit grew loose, making it easy for him to take off and leave on your bedroom floor.

Your eyes widened, staring at Peter’s body in shock. You knew when he explained the whole situation with the spider that he would have some muscle, but you were definitely not expecting that.

“Um,” you were more or less speechless, forgetting how to even form words while this gorgeous boy was standing in your room in nothing but underwear.

Peter obviously hadn’t thought it completely through, his eyes widening when he realised you were indeed staring at him half naked.

“Sorry, I-I-“ You shook your head, ignoring the definite blush on your cheeks as you guided him to your bathroom. You got the boy to sit down on the side of the tub, where he nervously played with his fingers.

“So, what happened?” you asked, setting your emergency first aid kit on the side. He blankly looked up to you, finally looking at you properly. Only now did he notice that you must have been trying to go to sleep.

You were in an old shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, your hair tied up in a messy ponytail without any makeup. Peter always thought you were pretty, and it seemed as though he was only now realising just how pretty you were.

“Pete?” you whispered, snapping him out of his daydream.

He apologised. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you could turn your head to the light.” He nodded, doing as you asked and bearing his wounded cheekbone to you. His fists clenched when he felt you touch the alcohol to his cheek, hearing a small apology after you heard his pained hiss.

He thought back to a couple minutes ago when you’d ask how this happened, mentally debating whether he should tell you or not. He came to the conclusion that if you were going to generously patch him up then the least he could do was tell you how he got himself in this state in the first place.

“There was some guys following this girl, trying to back her into an alley.” You paused your hand movements, looking into his soft honey eyes with a sympathetic smile. He took that as a sign to continue. “I couldn’t just let it happen, I thought about if that was you or Mj and ai just-“

Your heart almost burst with love for the boy, pressing a friendly kiss to the top of his head that had him blushing a deep scarlet in seconds.

“You did the right thing, even if you got a little hurt.”

He nodded, glad he was able to get your approval, especially after your one condition of not telling anyone was that he was as careful as he could be.

“Where else does it hurt?”

You helped clean Peter up as best as you could, the boy telling you that his quick healing should deal with the parts that you couldn’t, such as the bruised ribs.

“Let me just put a bandaid on and you’re good to go.” He rolled his eyes, trying to tell you that he didn’t need it. It was only a small cut on his bicep but you were insisting on covering it up. Peter watched as your eyes widened when you pulled the bandaids from the first aid kit.

“What is it?” he asked.

You nervously held them up, watching as his face twisted into one of amusement. He let out a loud laugh, quickly being scolded by you as you warned him that your parents were sleeping.

“Really, Y/N?” You blushed, looking down at the bandaid in your hand with a flood of embarrassment. The face of Iron Man stared back at you while Peter continued to giggle. You rolled your eyes, holding out his arm and sticking the bandaid over his cut anyway.

“I hope Mr Stark sees,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him like a child. “You’re all done.”

He thanked you quietly, heading back into your room while you tidied away the mess you’d made on the counter.

Only when you were done you headed back, planning on getting straight back into your bed as soon as Peter had left.

“Thank you for helping me.” You nodded your head, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom as you watched him slip his suit back on.

“Peter,” you whispered, catching his attention just before he left. He hummed quietly. “You know you can come here anytime you need help, right?”

You were being completely genuine, and Peter could see that in your eyes. He was incredibly grateful for you. He held out his hand to you so you’d come over, intertwining your fingers with his when you were close enough to reach.

On an instinct he dipped his head so he was able to kiss your cheek, refusing to meet your eyes as a cute blush spread across his face, the tips of his ears also tinting pink. If he’d have looked at you, you were sure he would’ve noticed he made you equally as hot and bothered, your heart racing so fast you were surprised he couldn’t hear it.

But he could, and it only made him more nervous that he’d just messed things up.

“I know.” He sent you a smile before shooting one of his webs towards a building in the close distance, slipping his mask on over his face and giving you a wave as a final farewell for the night. Thus began the routine of Spiderman showing up at your window every time he was injured and in need of a bandaid, or in some cases a little more than a bandaid.

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peter’s girl taglist → @sunsetholland @captainamirica @tomsirishgirlx @givebuckyhisplumsnow @lou-la-lou @slutforsr @tayyx @gog0juice @minejungwoo @creatorofthegalaxy @annathesillyfriend @paninipress @bvttercupbby @peterswebshooters @whoeveniskendall @itsallyscorner @hoodpankow

#peter’s girl #peter parker series #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker #tom holland

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thank-you kiss

Julance ‘21 day 7: au of choice (Pjo au)

“If we survive this, I’m going to kill you,” Lance grumbles. His shoes scrape against the ground, kicking up dirt as he goes. 

His body aches from being thrown against the wall during their last monster attack, and what’s left of his shirt hangs in tatters off his broad shoulders. He’s been thrown, clawed, and almost stabbed at throughout this entire quest. And yet, they still haven’t reached the end.

Keith whips his head to the side. “It’s not my fault we walked into a chimera’s nest.” 

While Lance looks destroyed, Keith has fared no better. His hair is in wild disarray--half in and half out of a ponytail. Blood from a rather nasty cut that will definitely scar has dried on his cheek, and he tries to hide a slight limp from what is definitely a sprained ankle. 

But if they eat any more ambrosia, they will burst into flames.

“You're the quest leader so yeah it is,” Lance stresses, poking Keith in the chest.

Technically, it’s the labyrinth’s fault for changing corridors on them but that isn’t important. Keith should have been watching where he was going. Maybe they should have been leaving a trail of breadcrumbs--though with their luck as demigods, that would lead a horde of monsters directly to them. They would just be providing a free buffet if anything.

Of course Lance’s first genuine quest gets him a) stuck with Keith as their quest leader since he got the prophecy and b) forced them to venture into the labyrinth. The only nice part about all of this, that was a great way to inflate Lance’s ego even though he knew it would happen, is that Keith picked him first with no hesitation. 

Pidge is their third and final party member, but in all the confusion of navigating the maze, they got separated from her. Luckily, since she’s smarter than both of them combined, she’s been leaving white chalk ‘x’s on the wall for them to follow--and the labyrinth has been behaving for now.

Basically, a lot has gone wrong, and Lance is grumpy. Understandably so.

Well, not everything has gone wrong at least. They found what they were tasked to get, which was Ares’ spear--currently strapped onto Keith’s back. Lance almost laughed when he found out Keith’s first quest was to basically just run an errand for his godly parent. Though, if Aphrodite ever wants to send Lance on a quest to retrieve whatever she’s misplaced, he is all for it. Then he can drag Keith along through the smelly sewers of New York.

Did he mention at one point on this quest they had to trudge through sewers? Because they did and he’ll be throwing out his shoes once this is all over.

“I just wanna find Pidge, go back to camp, take a nice long bath to get this goo off me” --it’s saliva; it’s one hundred percent disgusting chimera saliva-- “and not have to think about you for the rest of the night.”

Keith raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching. “You think about me often?”

“Only when you’re being irritating,” Lance easily responds.

“Which is ninety percent of the time according to you.” Cocking his head, Keith smirks a little, almost too proud of himself for thinking up that rebuttal. 

Lance is not amused. He opens his mouth but snaps it closed when his eyes catch onto a fluttering shape near Keith. Whipping out his bow, Lance notches an arrow directly at Keith’s head before he shifts his angle slightly to the side to kill a Stymphalian bird behind him. Keith doesn’t even flinch when the arrow passes directly by his ear, fluttering his hair. The monster explodes, showering them in dust.

Those birds usually travel in groups, so Lance’s nocks another arrow just in case others come to avenge their fallen one. Keith has his own knife out now, hand gripping the hilt tight. Senses on high alert, both of them scan the area, slowly pressing their backs up against each other. After a few moments pass and Lance’s heart begins to calm down, his muscles loosen when no other monster comes to attack them. The bird must have gotten lost just like they did.

Turning around to face Keith, Lance says, “You can thank me later. Preferably on the mouth.”

Rolling his eyes, Keith twirls the knife in his hands before trudging forward again. “You can ask me to kiss you like a normal person, you know.”

“Oh, but this is more fun. Your face gets all scrunchy; it’s cute.”

And there it is, Keith’s scrunchy face where his eyebrows furrow and the bridge of his nose wrinkles. “You’re cute when you’re annoyed too, even when it does look like you just got run over by an eighteen-wheeler and literally smell like shit.”

“Wow, why do I have feelings for you again?”

“Asshole.” Keith lightly shoves Lance in the shoulder. 

Lance chuckles as he pretends his body isn’t currently screaming in soreness from such a tiny tap. “So are you going to kiss me or not?” He drapes himself over Keith, legs purposefully buckling and body going rubbery. “I’m fading fast, starting to see the light. Only one thing will save me but he’s too much of a stick-in-the-mud to help me.”

“Drama queen,” Keith mumbles with a smile. Wrapping his arms around Lance’s waist to support him before Lance accidentally drags them both down to the dirty ground, Keith leans in to kiss him. It’s a little rushed and messy, but it’s also exactly what he needs. Lance doesn’t even mind the thin layer of grit that covers their lips. Yum, monster dust. Lance’s grin remains wide.

“And you say you aren’t romantic.” Lance steps back from Keith’s hold, quite pleased with himself. Finding reserve energy within him, he holds his bow up like a baton and says, “Alright, let’s finish this!”

#klance #voltron #vld #julance #julance2021 #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing

[cynthinesia]

“Life is like a paper plane. The more you see, the more your vision expands... Hehehe~ I wonder what kind of adventure I will be taken today~”

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Name: Renée Rose Menken

「レネエ・ローズ・メンケン」 (renee rōzu menken)

Nicknames/Aliases: Ice Cold Queen (Ace) (formerly), Ren-chan/Rennie (Cater), Pufferfishie (Floyd), Dame Observer (Rook), Little Songbird (Sebastian)

Dorm: Ramshackle

Age: 17 (20 you count the birthdays!)

Birthday: 26th May

Height: 164 cm/5'4 ft

School Year: First || Freshman

Voiced by: Yume Miyamoto

Class: 1-B (no. 04)

Club: NRC Newspaper Club (former), Light Music Club

Best Subject: History

Dominant Hand: Left

Hobby: Drawing

Favorite Food: Baked brie, soufflé

Least Favorite Food: Roasted chickpea

Pet Peevees: Repulsive, ignorant and/or rude people

Talent: Origami

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Appearence: Her wavy hair is usually worn down, a bit messy, and it comes down to her rear, but has a small light brown streak on her left side. She also wears various hairpins, including a bunny hairpin and a cherry blossom hairpin in some days. Her canine tooth are slightly sharper, and she sometimes calls them “baby canines”. She has a mark on her throat in the shape akin to an olive branch to indicate the way she came.

She does her hair in different ways depending on the outfit, like a ponytail, a braid, or a bun. Her vest and jacket are fully buttoned, and she wears her tie as a ribbon. Also, she wears gloves in her school uniform. After some time, she starts to wear a choker that has a gem on it as well.

Personality: In the first times of her arrival in Twisted Wonderland, Reneé acted like the way her mother wanted her to; a person that doesn’t show any hint of emotion, cold, ruthless, straightforward.¹ But then, when she gradually opened up, she showed her true self, which is a sweet and kind, but a bit shy person in general. She is still like that this way.

(Her, coming to the NRC for the first time v.s after all the things that happened) ↓

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Unique Magic: “Afterglow Duality”

She awakens it during Vil’s overblot and it splits into three ways.

- It allows her to control her hair as much as she likes to, and it consumes very little magic. She can make it grow longer or shorter with it too! But her hair becomes light brown when it’s cut, which is the reason why she has a light brown streak on her hair when she tried to cut it herself.

- ☀️ “Dawn To Sunset”: Allows her to heal someone and give them strength by using her hair and/or by singing a special song. (I’m using the original lyrics of Healing Incantation until I find my own lyrics... 😔)

The amount of magic she uses depends how many people she heals. May lead to overblotting if she overuses it.

- 🌙 “Dusk To Afterglow”: Allows her to weaken and/or destroy everything her hair touches when she sings a special song. (I’m using the original lyrics of Hurt Incantation until I find my own lyrics... 😔)

The amount of magic she uses depends on how many things she destroys while using this. It may also lead overblotting if she overuses it since it consumes more magic than the other two and it’s harder to control.

Fun Facts:

At first, she tried to disguise herself as a male since NRC is an all-boys school, but failed as she was caught in Ace’s eye. To be more specific, his ears. Her voice is a bit high pitched after all.

She often makes origami gifts, and gives them to others. For example; she would definitely give Deuce an origami chick with a blueberry muffin and a note that says “Take care of yourself! :)”

She has sewn her skirt and her gloves herself from the unused parts of the uniforms.

She can’t stand the people she dislikes, but she shows her anger towards them in a passive-aggresive way.

She restrains most of her emotions when there is people around her and shows them when she is alone.

Back in her world, Reneé learned as much as she can. Like singing, dancing, cooking, researching, fast reading. She read as much as she can from the encyclopedias. All of these were for her mother to notice how hard she is trying to be loved by her. But it didn’t work, so that’s why she does what she likes now.

She tries to be flawless, and ends up overworking herself in the process.

You can see the way she came to Twisted Wonderland by visiting there.

In the first few days of her arrival, she shut herself in the library and literally studied every single subject that she’s possibly going to learn at school. Taking notes, writing things in her notebook, memorizing everything and etc.

(1) She was called “Ice Cold Queen” several times by Ace and Grim because of this act.

After the Overblots, everyone cries and shows concern, or at least a slight hint of sadness, right? Well, during her first times (again), Reneé showed none of it. But when she came back to her dorm, more specifically to her room, she locked herself in there and cried, showing everything she felt at that moment.

She refers herself as “Atashi”, and ends sentences with “-desu”.

She has a brother who is five years older, and a sister who is two years younger than her.

She often gazes at the sky when she has time and just watches the clouds float until someone calls her.

She has Acrophobia.

She has a birthmark on her right shoulder blade which is in the shape of a heart (or an L). This is partially visible on her Ghost Marriage outfit.

She also bears magic which she awakens during Jamil’s overblot. After noticing this, she sort of swaps the fake gem of her choker to an actual one that expels all the magic. (That is, until Vil’s overblot happens... 😔)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #renée rose menken #disney twst #twst yuu #twst yuu oc #ramshackle oc