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dmitriene · 16 days
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THOUGHTS ABOUT SIMON GETTING HIS NIPPLES PIERCED BY YOU.
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cw: fluff, comfort, little suggestive possibly, piercing, mild description of blood, possible lack of dialogues, hints of strangers to lovers, simon is a tease, may be ooc simon, bit of tension. pairing: simon ghost riley x piercer fem reader
✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄
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the tart aroma of wood and coffee, the crackle of disposable gloves, things that routine of work in a tattoo and piercing parlor brings with itself, a designated place with large, wide, blacked out windows, located along the street, in general view, but without too much influx of visitors.
quiet and calm routine, filled with warm conversations with colleagues and people leaving and coming, someone to do something new, someone to redo something old, everyone in one way or another gathers in this small, but warm and bright place.
at least that's how it was, until a figure appeared in the parlor, casting a wide shadow in the room and causing all conversations and movements to lead to the halt.
a broad body to match the tall stature, prominent muscles tight but not completely under a black clothes and a balaclava that causes both misunderstanding and slight fear, black fabric with a skull pattern revealing only the dark beads of the eyes, which seizing the room with quick glance before going to the reception.
he looks like one of those men who come to the salon for a tattoo session, something memorable for them, the names of comrades, important names and numbers associated with the army, exactly, guys resembling him often serve in the army, but if they are usually bright and cheerful youngsters, then this one is a breath of darkness so thick, that you can't see anything behind.
— “not my business anyway, he's here likely to have a tattoo, and he's already have one„ you're comforting yourself in your head, after all, you're doing piercings, and he's obviously come to get another tattoo, maybe dilute the already existing sleeve of skulls, or something on the other arm, definitely not for you, so you keep yourself busy cleaning your workplace, ignoring the literal storm behind your back.
— “i'm here for a piercing appointment, nipples, called abou' a week ago„
and that's the tipping point when you can't ignore the elephant in the room, you jerk your head just as he turns around and shamelessly looks at you, from head to toe and back in a burning path that makes you shiver, squinting his bottomless eyes until small wrinkles form, while your colleague behind the wooden counter points at you, letting him know that you are indeed his master for today, and he came for you.
— “simon„ he introduced himself with a hoarse chuckle when you addressed him with unexpected respect, «sir» you called him, asking him to lift his shirt to expose his chest, to which he complied without further words, flexing his biceps with next movements.
simon leans back on a leather, hydraulic chair, spreading his muscular legs, as he lift his shirt, exposing the pale skin with a scattering of scars of all kinds, a picture that confirms your suspicions that he belongs to the army, but you dare not mutter, nor ask a single question, on the contrary of how you usually do, only preparing the needle and silently stand in front of him.
he doesn't twitch or hiss when the needle first pierces the sensitive buds, causing them to harden visibly, pale pink in contrast to the fair skin that lets out small drops of blood that you gently wipe as you touch the fresh piercings, and he doesn't even raise an eyebrow, but stares intently at your downcasted eyes.
the metal jewelry gleams slightly under the white light, playing against the background of his skin in a mixed way, he looks even more intimidating with them, but also adding a touch of something hot to his look, seductive, thoughts that you quickly brush away with a nervous flick of your tongue over your slightly parched lips.
— “that's, umh.. that's all, we're finished„ you let him know, trying to control the frown of your eyebrows, the strange struggle with your own emotions as he hides the fresh piercing behind the black fabric of his tight shirt and stands up, giving you a gentle nod and a seemingly unleavened squint.
he pays in front of the same counter that you can watch from your workplace, taking out the pre-rolled cash and giving it to your colleague, before leaving as unexpectedly as he came.
that's when you remember that you didn't give him your contact number.
of course, if something really happens to his piercing in the future, he can find your contact details through the number of parlor himself, but your feet carry you to the exit faster than rational thoughts, the cardboard card is tightly clenched in your hand as you unlock the heavy door, and practically slam into his back.
simon is just in time lighting the tip of his cigarette with a lighter, pursing his pale, thin lips into a line, showing the lower part of his face with a balaclava raised to his nose, turning at you with raised eyebrows, hiding the lighter in his pocket and exhaling a puff of smoke, tilting his head to the side questioningly, until you hand him an embarrassedly crumpled business card.
— “my.. my number.. if something would happen to the piercings, or if you'll have questions, you know..„
you hurriedly explain, as if making excuses, denying the strange attraction that pulls you to this stranger, and his lips part in a wide grin, showing a row of his light teeth and fangs, before he reaches out his broad hand and with a fleeting brush of his fingers against yours, takes the business card, hoarsely, amusingly adding — “of course, don'' worry, lass, i'll call you if something, eh?„
after which, he walks away, showing you his broad, gradually disappearing back, leaving you on the threshold of parlor with a strange, unsettling sensation at the bottom of your chest.
but he'll call you, for sure, maybe he'll have to take them off when he gets back to base for a mission, ask if you can check if the piercings are closed up, maybe he'll even lose the jewelry, but his legs will definitely lead him back to you, or he'll dare to do something more risky with his body, just to feel your warm hands all over his body and even between his legs.
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koifsssh · 9 months
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The Greaser Au!
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(oh goodie! it's here!)
bwah, where to start?
long, long, long rambles below! (Beware!)
Wally! I'll start with Wally!
As you can imagine, Wally is the little leader of the group! Promptly dubbed after his last name, "The Darlings"! (how darling they are indeed!)
Wally had grown a fascination with the trend, though he didn't quite understand the need to act so tough and mean, so he decided to make his own group! (with the help of Barnaby!)
Motorcycles, catchy tunes, being free on the road is something everyone should enjoy! So who cares if you're big or small, or if you like the color pink? Anyone can be a greaser as long as they got a jacket and a bike to go along with it!
At least, that what he believes anyway!
Speaking of a certain beagle...
Barnaby!
Barnaby of course wanted to join in on the fun, and he very publicly advertised Wally's gang at his little comedy nights! (It did catch a certain blonde's attention!)
it did garner attention, with the way the beagle so affectionately told of Wally's endearingly comedic actions from their day to day life. Barnaby also helped Wally organize the entire set up, helping him get paint and base jackets for the painter to personalize! (He also suggested Poppy's diner as a hangout spot! He had it all thought out!)
Plus, it made his best friend happy! Who could ask for more? Well... maybe Barnaby would ask for a hotdog or two.
Julie!
Julie is a seasoned hair stylist! She owns her own hair salon! She's excellent at her job, however more often than not she gets a unpleasant customer.
Stress can pile up unfortunately, and when she attended a comedy show one evening she couldn't help but be ecstatic at such an idea of being free on the road. It felt like the perfect destresser!
Talking on the phone with Frank was great and all, but nothing compares to feeling the rush of wind in her hair... So she jumped at such an opportunity! And of course, Julie doesn't go anywhere without a certain frowny bookworm!
Frank!
Frank is an entomologist! (and a part-time librarian during the summertime!) A dream job really, but every dream comes with its hurdles! Similar to Julie, Frank found themself stressed. Usually books were able to decompress them, but lately they've been growing frustrated, the one thing they hate the most is incompetent writing!
It took a lot of convincing to get Frank to even consider the idea of being a greaser, let alone get on a motorcycle... but Julie can be very insistent when she wishes to be! Not even a week passed before they begged Julie to stop her nagging, but in exchange they had to at least go with her once on a motorcycle...
how mortifying.
However! the thrill of being on the open road at a high speed was something they never knew they needed! Needless to say, after that, they were hooked!
Sally!
Sally was the last member to join! and she took her spot quite quickly!
Sally had been in Poppy's diner when she saw The Darling's walk in, she was in awe! Colorful motorcycles? Matching jackets? They all looked marvelous! The star couldn't help herself when she walked up to them, simply starstruck at such a group!
They all looked to be having such fun... she wanted to take part!
When Sally asked if there was a spot left for her, Wally softly smiled at her and stated, "Anyone and everyone can join!"
She was content that day, and from then on, it really was the best group of friends she could ever ask for!
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whew! im done!
(this is my second time typing this... i had lost it all the first time. bwah. but it's here!!!)
im quite happy how everything turned out! I think i'll use this as a master post of sorts, just so you don't have to dig through my stuff just to find anything specific!
I'll leave Poppy's & Howdy's explanations here! (Just know those designs are old! All the designs in this post are the ones i will be using!)
Poppy's Diner!
additionally! I will give you everyone's closeups!
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slut4sugu · 9 months
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𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
Hobie brown x black!fem reader
Includes: slight suggestiveness, touchy hobie, pet names, slight British slang, slight cursing,
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🎸: 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚- 𝐉𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐞
FIRST WEEKS DATING
Sweet and gentlemanish, he’ll be gentle and only tease you a little at first ( only a few suggestive whispers in your ear from time to time)
Not too heavy on pda at first (though he loves it) so he’ll start off small with you, especially if your shy. For example: if your not easy to hold hands? He’s fine with pinkies, though hugs are a whole different thing, he loves hugging you with almost all of his weight on you. If your not a fan of it he’ll lighten up, but besides that. Expect a couple of bear hugs if he hasn’t seen you in a while.
Kisses are something he won’t go heavy on at first either unless you ask, though he will give you forehead kisses regardless, and some on the back of your hand, and knuckles.
Hobie wouldn’t really be too upset if you weren’t into pda that much, he believes that physical touch isn’t the sole way to be intimate with someone, energy and vibes are how he can be that way with you. Not just his spider sense but just in general, he loves being in your company and sharing things you like to do with him. That’s just something he’s always loved about you.
Loves when you ask him to help style your braids/hair, he’s really good at it actually and hardly gets tired while doing so and since his touch relaxes you so much you end up falling asleep most of the times. Even if it only take 6 minutes.
Lovesss your lip combos, will almost stare at your lips every time he’s talking to you
If you are a touchy person, he loves the feeling of your nails softly drawing shapes and words into his skin absent minded. So whenever your due for another trip to the salon he sends you with enough to get whatever design you want <33
FIRST TWO MONTHS
More touchy and suggestive, you and hobie naturally clicked when you first met. So 2 or three months felt almost like a year with you since you both tried to hang out everyday when the spider business wasn’t a problem.
Speaking of the spider society hobie thought about telling you when you first started dating, since he’s not a fan of keeping secrets. But then he thought about how that could be putting you in danger since all it took was a villain to see you too hanging out while he’s in his suit long enough to put two and two together. You both had a conversation about it once he told you, which didn’t take you by too much of a surprise. “You found out didn’t you?” A big smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, “One night while you were taking a shower a my place i mayy have seen your mask on my chair in the corner. And plus you both had the same frame height and I saw the little beaded bracelet I gave you on our third date, on your wrist.” He chuckled as he pulled you into his side on the couch, “Cute lil Velma huh? Gotta start being more careful around ya.”
Definitely the type of boyfriend to walk with his hand in your back pocket/ arm around your waist.
He NEEDS to be touching you some type of way at all times.
BROOO i see this everywhere and i believe in it too STONER HOBIEE <333
He wouldn’t smoke around you tm at first and only do it in his apartment and you would smell it on him when he came over, however if you asked him for a blunt or something he would def smoke with you.
Helps takes off your makeup when your too tired remembering your skin care routine and your kisses afterwards <33
Matching bonnets lol
Always sleeps over every time he comes to your apartment, his reasoning being “Your beds more comfortable love.”
Wakes up before you to see you cute sleeping face nuzzled into your bare chest.
Plays a lil song for you in the mornings on his guitar to wake you up sometimes, he wrote a song about you a while ago
SPOILS TF OUTTA YOU
Whenever he sees you looking at something in a store window, he immediately buy it for you no questions asked.
“Doesn’t matter the price, ya want it right?” “Well yea but babe its like 80 dollars-” “No buts, I’m getting it and those martins you were starin’ at”
LOVESSS LEAVING HICKEYS ON YOU
Since he doesn’t like labels he doesn’t really feel the need to tell people your his, so doing things like this is just a way of saying that silently <33
4 MONTHS +
Y’all are moved in together atp
Causally leaves his card in your purse with a note attached to “Buy whatever your pretty doll heart desires”
It was a mutual descion since you didn’t like not knowing when he would be back or not, or if he did come back if he would have bruises or injuries you needed to tend to that he would brush off.
Speaking of which, EYE CONTACT WHILE YOU FIX HIM UPPPP
Would definitely make it so you would be sitting on his lap to do so, claiming it was the most efficient way to tend to his wounds properly. While his hands mess with the jean loops on the waist of your jeans, his half lidded eyes staring you down as you fix up a cut on his cheek.
Makeout sessions while high>>>>
If you like jewelry or specifically rings, he’ll give you his favorite one and slide it on your ring finger and kiss your knuckles afterward
I can see hobie being definitely more clingy and sweet with you in the mornings and at night, holding your back close and tight to his chest while you sleep causing you to stay still as a rock.
If you wear make-up he would LOVEE to have you put some eyeliner on him before a show, though he wouldn’t admit it he does get a little shy when you stare at his face for long periods of time.
Yk how he wears his pants LOW ASF on his v line? Oh yeah your gonna get an eye full of that everyday <33
He may not like labels but he has no problem with the idea of putting his spin on getting married to you, social constructs who?
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en-vys · 26 days
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girl dad nanami painting his daughter’s nails 💅
girl dad nanami
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“QUIT MOVIN’ around! you’re messing up the polish!” the blonde man said, struggling to get his giggly daughter to stay in place. “daddy! your hands are tickilish!” his daughter adds, wiggling her fingers around. his daughter stops wiggling around and pushes up her fathers glasses, as they were about to fall off his nose.
“thank you daddy for doing this! mommy is going to love what you did with my nails!” nanami paused, looking down at his daughters hands. she-shes going to see this? “aiko do you really have to tell your mommy that daddy did your nails?” nanami put down the tiny bottle, and grabbed the bottle of acetone.
“daddy needs to make sure these nails are perfecttt for my baby.” he smiles, pulling up his daughters hands.
“what do you think you’re doing aiko!” nanami exclaims, it had been an hour or two since they had finished. “hi daddy i’m eating, am-am i not supposed to?!” the 8 year old cried. he scrunched up his nose, “no but you might ruin the design daddy did so well on.” he felt proud, as if the nails meant that he had an upper hand.
“hey guys i’m home!” you say, looking towards thd kitchen wheree the two were. “hi dear, how are you?” he says, making his way to . “oh go-… i’ve been doing great. how are you?” you turn and wrap your arms above his shoulders placing a kiss on his cheek. “i’m pretty tired though.” “our daughter has a surprise for you.”
“oh really now?” you say moving your hair out of your face to see your daughter. “daddy did my nails!” she sticks her small hand out, smiling to herself.
“it looks wonderful honey!” you say, taking her hand and twirling her around. “lets go to the salon tomorrow, so a real nail tech could get it done.” an irritated nanami glared at you. “you mean it mommy!” stars begin to sparkle within her eyes, as you take your hand and ruffle her hair. “i’m joking. your father did a very good job at your nails. say thank you.”
“thank you daddy!”
“no problem baby.”
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horror-whoree · 3 months
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lover girl! ellie and her partner with long nails
mostly sfw but includes suggestive content - MDNI 18+
♱ she would absolutely ask you to wash her hair because she likes the way your nails scratch her scalp, and would hum contentedly while you shampoo her short auburn locs
♱ on days when you’re at work and she’s at home, she would attempt to replicate the feeling of you playing with her hair and scratching her head, eventually huffing and giving up because it doesn’t feel as good as when you do it
when you get home, she would do what i did when i was a kid and subtly (or at least she thinks so) ask you to get knots out of her hair because she “couldn’t reach properly”. you’d oblige, knowing full well she just wants you to run your nails through her hair but is too afraid to admit that’s what she wants
♱ would one day ask to come with you to get your nails done while out running errands together
definitely would ask what it feels like having fake nails on top of your real ones, so you’d suggest she should get hers done too
she’d panic thinking she had to get long nails like you and despises the idea of them, making comments about how she needed to keep them short for guitar and “other stuff” wink wonk. you’d lightly kick her in the legs for insinuating what she was in front of the nail tech, quickly muttering an apology, but still adorning a small smirk
eventually, she would opt for getting the shortest nails they’d offer her, ones that were barely longer than her natural nails, and would get black polish with little bits of glitter that sparkle in the right light. most definitely would show them off to her friends later, excitedly pointing out the little specks of glitter and saying you helped her pick it out.
she would, however, quickly get sick of the feeling of the acrylic on top of her nails, trying to pick them off after a few days, to which you’d scold her and tell her she was going to ruin her natural nails. she would whine at that saying “but babe!!” dragging out the ‘a’ sound, “they feel fuckin’ weird and i can’t pick shit up as easily.” pouting slightly before continuing with pleas of “just let me take them off.” you’d go back to the nail salon the next day and get the set removed. she would get them to repaint her nails with the same black polish again though because she liked how it looked, even on her natural nails
♱ would one day ask how people with nails could still fuck with “long ass talons” and you’d have to explain that some people get a couple nails cut shorter so they don’t hurt their partners. she would definitely think it looked goofy until you showed up at home one day with a new set, quickly noting how your middle and ring finger nails were cut considerable shorter. let’s just say she begged you to get them done like that from then on
♱ i could also see her scrolling through tiktok one morning and coming across a video of a guy learning how to do his girlfriend’s nails and thinking she should try it out. excitedly brings up the idea over breakfast, and once you agree, drags you out of the apartment to go get the necessary supplies. would actually love the process and think it was a fun bonding experience for you two.
she would get quite good at it over time and definitely put her steady hands and artistic abilities to use to create the cute sets you show her on your pinterest board. once she sees how much you like her work, she would get a tad cocky, stating that you didn’t need to go back to your usual tech anymore now that she’s “become a pro”. you’re more than happy to let her do them from now on though, enjoying how tender and careful she is when dealing with your nails.
i can see her drawing up her own designs that she wants to try out for your next set one night, giddily showing you her creations the next morning and begging you to let her do some of them, to which you obviously agree because who could say no to those puppy eyes she gives you when she’s excited
♱ she would LOVE moments when you’re snuggled up together in bed, all cozy and watching a movie (or barely in her case). she would be positioned between your legs, using your belly as a pillow and fighting sleep as you slowly drag your fingers through her hair. most definitely would end up snoring quietly on your stomach as you too, lose your battle to sleep as the credits roll and the last of the candle on your bedside table burns down to the wick
♱ in conclusion, she’s a big fan of your nails
AN: special thanks to @sapphic-gardn for reading over this for me!! this is my first time writing since i was like 14 so please be nice
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 3 months
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In one of the episodes, Jun mentioned that she wanted to pierce her ears twice. in your version she has already done this?
oh dude you either have memory of a steel trap or someone had a good rewatch recently! But, wow, tbh I do not remember this and in HoM AU designs I only delibarately added earrings/piercings to Kim and Jake to sort of break their design more from their og looks (especially Kim lol, I barely changed her anything xD) but also for practical in-verse reasons. I didnt even think about Jun or anyone else... but you know? I like it, so now she does!
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AND now she got 7 of them!!! Some are just simple hoops or studs, but others are magical gem stones for emergencies (small spells and protections), and she can just swap them out when needed.
After you mentioned it, I wonder why out of all characters Jun is like almost the only one without piercings of any sorts? I mean even Lila got a fang earring and she has been human-shaped for like less than a year?? Which led me to a headcanon:
What if Jun's invulnerability is so strong she couldn't even get piercings in a normal human way? So, going with her Mom or her friends to get her ears pierced in a mall was out of the question. She and Jasmine had to enchant a needle/make a spell (or maybe just visit a monster beauty salon), just for her to do it and after they just show up to her parents like: "Oh look Barbara, Michael, I took Jun to pierce her ears, doesn't she look wonderful?'
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And later Jun just took the needle/spell to covertly make more piercings with her friends, which Ophelia was more than happy to do. The other three she got a bit later over the years. ;D
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smol-catholic-bean · 8 months
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six verbs for accessible design
your idea probably isn't "universal"
By SARA HENDREN, AUG 3, 2023
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I’ve heard versions of this question for years: What if the design moves we make to expand the access of our idea—our building, our app, our gadget of whatever kind—what if that expansion effort in one way accidentally diminishes access in another way? People are worried that their design isn’t universal—and therefore whether they should try to bring it to life in the first place. But making a more accessible world is a broad and shared horizon, not a checklist, and I want to suggest six verbs, in pairs of three, for giving texture and specificity to the things you might be trying to make. Should you seek to make your idea as barrier-free as possible? Yes, in principle. But a big horizon contains within it lots of posts and perches—lots of places to take up parallel projects that aren’t in an easy hierarchy of better-or-worse. For example:
destigmatize / celebrate
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A whole line of research and development goes toward miniaturizing hearing aids—where the design value is to make the tech as diminutive and out of sight as possible. This is a destigmatization project: one to address the subjective reasons older adults are reluctant to take up this vital technology, for example (citing “cognitive anxiety associated with increased help-seeking”).
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But there’s also a parallel celebration project happening in design, especially among the “out and proud” subcultures within disability rights activism. This hearing aid jewelry has lots of variations on it—where the design value mimics the logic of fashion and glamour. Think, too, of children’s cochlear implant technology, which very often comes augmented by a small plastic dinosaur or other colorful figurine. The point here is to celebrate (and yes, obliquely, thereby destigmatize) by enhancement and strong visibility.
Which motive between these designers is “correct,” more contemporary, more enlightened? This is a boring question. The much more interesting invitation here is to ask yourself: Who are my design partners? What is our collective theory of efficacy here? And when I set out to pursue my idea, do I have the humility to acknowledge these parallel paths taking place?
mitigate / accommodate
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At the De Hogeweyk residence for dementia patients in The Netherlands, the built facilities form the simulacrum of a village: there’s a hair salon, gym, theater, restaurant, pub, grocery store, all operative and all dedicated spaces (as opposed to the bland and featureless “multipurpose room” in many elder care settings). These surroundings have strong placeful-ness in their sensory cues, which reduces the agitation and anxiety among patients there—a reassuring set of signals about where they are in space, which can be just as confusing as the slipperiness of time. Patients at sites like this seem to depend less on medication—which makes this design a mitigation project. It’s architecture, in part, as palliative care.
But contrast that with DeafSpace architecture, like at Gallaudet:
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Here the logic is design to accommodate, not cure. DeafSpace is a codified series of spatial principles that help guide a building’s shape around deafness, rather than create the condition of hearing. So: long sight lines, in-the-round meeting spaces, hallways that end in a curve rather than a 90-degree point (the better to see folks coming around the corner), and much more.
automate / accompany
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Design can also work as an automation effort—as in the ALS Residence Initiative started by Steve Saling, who has now-advanced ALS. Saling trained as a landscape designer, so when he got his early diagnosis, he both 1) watched the latest in medicine in hopes of a cure and 2) set out to design a sustainable life for himself with as much technologically-enabled independence as possible. With a small metal cursor perched on the nose bridge of his glasses, he can navigate the wheelchair-mounted tablet in front of him to activate text-to-speech, raise and lower the blinds, turn on and off his media, summon the building elevators. It’s the best use of automation, alongside a strong affirmation that life is worth living, even when our bodies change dramatically.
But what about that subtler thing—something both practical and affective, but more modest by far?
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Inclusive design can also make new connections among people, often in simple moves. Speaking Exchange connected Brazilian high school students learning English with older adults in assisted living outside Chicago. The result was elegant and straightforward: matching an extant resource (adults with extra time and fluent English) with a best-practices pedagogical need (students looking to learn colloquial, extemporaneous speech). It’s technology for accompaniment, and getting it right is much harder than it looks.
So again: seek the universal? Of course, however close you can get. But assume that the world needs a whole riot of adaptive design at all scales—with sharply articulated motives and methods happening in parallel. Students, I say to you especially: be generous with each other while you seek your verbs and forms and topics. It’s a shared horizon, not a moral hierarchy. Look for all the ways you can both critique and repair. Think estuary, not tent.
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I CAN’T LOVE YOU HOW YOU WANT ME TO
richard siken // boygenius // tumblruser cruellesummer // boygenius // mitski // noah kahan // richard siken
[image description: seven images that read and appear as follows.
1. “If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
2. “I can’t love you how you want me to. I can’t love you how you want me to. I can’t love you how you want me to. I can’t love you how you want me to. I can’t love you how you want me to. I can’t love you how you want me to. I can’t love you how you want me to. I can’t love you how you want me to. I can’t love you how you want me to.”
3. an image of the salon d’hercule with torn edges, underneath it, text on lightly yellowed paper can be seen. on top of the image, there are separate words in capital letters with torn edges that read “always an angel, never a god”. the entire image is covered in small, yellow, reflective stars. in the corner, there is a label that reads “designed by @/cruellesummer”.
4. “I don’t know why I am the way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I tried, I can’t.”
5. “If you get to close and I’m not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude. Oh, I was raised out in the cold.”
6. “Sorry, I don’t want your touch, it’s not that I don’t want you. Sorry, I can’t take your touch.”
7. “And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them, and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be, and you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.”
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yourheart-inmyhands · 5 months
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heyyy it’s me again😓
i love ur writing sorryy😭 whenever it’s more convenient for you tho could i ask for yan zhongli (im obsessed with that man omfg), ayato and pantalone (again im obsessed w him sorry🥀) with a darling who is like, super high-maintenance? for an example they need to have their hair and nails done or they REFUSE(including them) to go near anyone because they think they don’t look good enough
stay safe, take breaks and make sure u are healthy above everything tho!!💗
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so i've never been into any of the hair and nails stuff (got my nails done professionally once in middle school, got sick of em after a week and ripped em all off) so i don't know how correct the lingo is, i kinda just went based off what i know from my sister, so i hope you enjoy :D
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Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including a small bit of delusional behavior, a small bit of obsessive behaviors, no specific pronouns used for the reader but a lot of mentions of reader having their hair/nails/lashes being done, and the rest is just sorta soft. Please read at your own risk!
Yandere!Zhongli, if you think this man has the mora to pay for anything you’re funny. There is an upside to this though, while he can’t pay to have you get your nails and hair done, or your lashes or for whatever else you wanna get, he can learn to do it for you. Hair and lashes take him a while as they can be more finicky but nails he picks up instantly. Not only is it cheaper but you can describe to him exactly what you want and he’ll be able to do it because he understands you and knows what you mean when you describe things. Plus you don’t have to worry about looking good when you get them done, you can just hang around in your pajamas until everything is finished.
Zhongli listened as you described the design you wanted on your nails, sorting through the assortment of polishes he had collected over his time with you. He’d do anything to please you, and while he couldn’t pay for the things you loved, he could certainly learn to do it for you. He understood wanting to maintain a certain image to the public but he’ll always insist that you look your best when you’re just you. When your hair hasn’t been done in a while, no fake lashes, and when your nails are just painted, no extra things on it. He doesn’t mind appearances, finding that he’s lived too long to base his relationship off something as simple as that, but he does appreciate both sides of you. While he’ll gladly chat about things while he does your nails or gossip while he does your hair, he’ll occasionally remind you that regardless of how you look, he’s always going to love you.
Yandere!Ayato is on top of it, like he schedules and pays for everything. He hires only the best and has them come to you, so that you can get the proper treatment you deserve in the comfort of the Kamisato Estate. You have personal stylists who do your nails, your hair, lashes, wardrobe updates, anything you want and they can do it. They also have some of the hottest gossip about the happenings in Inazuma, giving a proper salon treatment everytime they’re around.
You weren’t sure how Ayato made time to always schedule your appointments and such, keeping more on top of them than you did some days, but you weren’t about to complain about it. Your nail tech and hair stylist were amazing at their jobs, catering to your every whim and doing a phenomenal job at that, like they were born for this kind of work. The stories they brought with them were always just as great, the latest happenings around the city and the nation as a whole, who was doing what now and such on and so forth. Ayato would come to check in on you occasionally throughout your appointment, checking that everything was going well. And of course, when it’s done he expects you to come to his office and show off. He doesn’t care if you interrupt anything, to him you’re his top priority always. Plus he loves to see his darling all dolled up, feeling like the prettiest person in all of Inazuma. In his opinion, you always are, dolled up or not.
Yandere!Pantalone appreciates your intense take on your looks as appearances are a huge thing in his line of work, both on the business aspect and the intimidation aspect. He wants people to see that his accumulated wealth doesn’t go to waste, that he didn’t work for nothing. No, he uses his mass amount of mora to spoil his beloved, someone he has no problem writing checks or opening his wallet for. Anyone else can mind their own, his money is yours. The only downside to this is that he’s a horribly busy man, he’ll find whatever stylists you want and find some way to bring them to the Palace so you can have your appointments in the security of the Harbingers, but it’s up to you to schedule the appointments and keep track of when you’ll need to see them again. Just make sure you tell him when they are when you go to flaunt your new hairstyle and nail’s to him.
Pantalone’s soft smile spread just a bit farther across his face as you came bounding into his office, a bright smile of your own. You had just gotten your hair done and nails touched up and he could tell you were back to feeling like yourself again. While he appreciated all your looks and sides, he loved seeing you smiling and happy, and if that meant spending all this money for you to get pampered, he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand a lot of the words you used as you described what they did to your hair and nails, but he happily listened anyway, his delicate smile never faltering as you retold the whole chain of events. Even if his smile was often for show, when you were around it was never more genuine. He holds your hands in his larger, gloved ones as he looks over your nails, his fingers lightly tracing over the designs with an amused glimmer in his eyes. You were certainly something, and he intended to keep that bright light of yours shining.
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wonifullove · 2 months
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just a thought !! ˚ ༘♡
i feel like jay and heeseung are the kind of boyfriends to learn to do their girlfriend’s nails. the more i think about it, the more i think about how cute it is.
like in jay’s case. his girlfriend may need to get her hands and feet done for an event and because they’ll match her outfit. sometimes getting your nails and toes done can cost a lot and even jay knows that. he buys all the materials needed, and simply does it for you. i can see jay buying all of the nail supplies needed to do nails. sometimes even if you’re not comfortable with someone touching your hands and feet. jay makes sure you’re comfortable with him. he doesn’t hurt you when it comes to trimming your cuticles and filing down your nails. plus i also feel like jay would learn so many nail designs and even have a organized pinterest board with all his ideas. you cannot tell me jay doesn’t watch “how to do acrylic nails at home” videos just to learn. jay is delicate with you and will truly give you the best manicure you’ve ever received.
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heeseung’s case is quite different. one day he took his girlfriend to get her done, he sat beside her as the male nail tech proceeds with the process. he couldn’t help but feel a tight bit of jealousy when the nail tech was rubbing her hands with lotion to moisturize them, or the way the nail tech held her hand to make sure each nail was the perfect size and shape. see now, heeseung understands it’s their job; but he just can’t help it. then one morning you were off to go check the mailbox and saw a few small boxes sitting on your front porch, you couldn’t help but laugh when heeseung told you they were “a nail salon at home”. from then on, heeseung would do your nails whenever you wanted them done. similar to jay, he’ll watch multiple videos on how to apply the clear acrylic and bead it perfectly. heeseung is also delicate with you, making sure you do not get hurt in the process.
✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ .  ⁺   . ✦
bonus
what the nails may look like
→ jay
→ heeseung
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yourlocallyneysimp · 1 year
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Them Painting Your Nails 💅
A/n: I could barely do my own nails, so uh….
Also, sorry that this is short!
Characters: Lyney, Kazuha, Itto, Mika, Cyno, Alhaitham, Kaeya, Childe, Venti
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Lyney:
Lyney is a perfectionist. He would paint your nails with full concentration and if he makes a mistake, he won’t hesitate to fix it. Your nails WILL come out perfect and will look like a professional has done it. 
The reason why he would be so good at painting nails is because he paints his sisters, so it was a natural job for him. Honestly, 10/10. 
Kazuha:
Kazuha would mess up here and there and make small mistakes, but overall he paints them pretty good. It’s honestly pretty interesting to see him fully concentrated on something and sort of refreshing, but it’s still funny. 
Overall, 9/10.
Itto:
Beautiful, perfect, amazing✨. Itto paints his own nails so it’s not surprising that he would be good at painting yours. You are honestly pretty scared that he’s so good at doing something that actually takes skill. 
He will brag about him being a nail artist and you would just feed him compliments. The only thing that would kinda annoy you is you want different colors on your nails since Itto only paints them black. He’s still a 11/10 though.
Mika:
Mika struggles while painting your nails, mostly because he's afraid of making a mistake. But after he gains more confidence, he would be like Lyney. A perfectionist. He would even try to do designs even if you don’t ask for it. 
Overall, he's a 7/10. 
Cyno:
Cyno doesn’t even know what he’s doing and you could tell. He would try to crack some jokes to distract you from the mistakes he keeps making, but to be honest, I think it's also to help himself. 
Hes unfortunately a 4/10, but he still gets extra points for the jokes though. 
Alhaitham:
Alhaitham doesn’t really know how to do nails either, but if he watches someone first, then he would understand how to do designs and how to make it look aesthetically pleasing. 
He’s a 9/10. 
Kaeya:
Kaeya messes up a lot when doing your nails since he hasn’t painted anyones before. He doesn’t have any sisters, nor is he close enough to anyone to actually paint their nails.
Even though he makes a lot of mistakes, he still gets extra points for effort since you can tell he tries. 6/10.
Childe:
Childe paints his sister’s nails whenever he visits home, so he already had some experience when he decided it would be a good idea to paint yours.
Even though it's a little messy, it still comes out looking pretty good. 8/10. 
Venti:
Ok, so um… he doesn’t even try. He makes a mess EVERYWHERE and he doesn’t clean it either. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or if he’s just genuinely bad at painting nails. 
Overall, 1/10. 
Albedo:
Albedo makes sure you come out of his lab looking like you just got yours done at a 5 star nails salon. He won’t let you leave until it looks pleasing to the eye and until they look somewhat decent to him. 
Albedo uses his full concentration and you would notice that he won’t talk as much. You think he got some of the painting experience from Klee since she likes to play with Albedo and paint his nails sometimes. 6/10.
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jammed-out · 5 months
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Hypnovember Day 7 - Technology
“Miss if I could just borrow you for one minute of your time.” Carlos sprinted after the woman while carrying his clipboard. The shopping mall was fairly empty, nearly closing time. The woman, in her pantsuit, carrying her designer bag, wearing sunglasses inside the mall paid him no mind even as he chased after her.
“Miss please. One minute. I have a quota to fill and if you could really spare one minute it would be greatly appreciated. You’ll even be compensated for your time.” Her walk slowed a half step. Carlos smiled and jogged up next to her breathing heavily, catching his breath. He fell into step beside her. She was older than he expected, at least in her mid to late forties.
“Thank you miss. I’m doing a survey about our recent video. If you could ju-“
She raised her hand cutting him off. She looked down on him, the sunglasses completely obscuring her eyes from view. “Look. I’m very busy. So what do I get from providing you my time.” Her voice was curt, almost cruel in the way she spoke. Carlos could feel her judging him as if her time was any more valuable than his.
He fumbled with the pen on his clipboard. “Um yes. We’re offering a free gift card to one of any number of salons around town for a full makeover. If none of that interests you we will be sure to provi-“
She turned to face him, placing her bag onto the ground. “Very well then. What is it that I have to do to be done with this?”
Carlos turned the clipboard out to her and held out the pen. “First I just need you to write your name at the bottom there, sign and date as well. It’s a non disclosure and statement that says you agree to volunteer.”
“Yes I’m quite familiar with boiler plate documentation.” She snatched the clipboard out of his hands roughly, pulling the pen that was strung to it from his other hand. She seemed to quickly scan the paper, glancing over it. Her hand reached out grabbing the pen that swung in the air. She brought it up to her mouth, licking the tip before setting it to the paper.
Carlos reached into his pocket and pulled out the device. It was a small rectangle, meant to look like a phone. He slipped the small earplugs that were embedded into the back into each ear, pressing them in tightly. He made a small humming sound just to verify that it was sound tight. Last thing he needed was a bit of a spill out.
He looked up at her. She was speaking or at least attempting to speak to him. He rolled his eyes and took the clipboard that she was waving at him. He quickly raised it up checking it. He slowly raised the device and pressed the on button.
The reaction was instantaneous. The woman’s face scowled for a second but quickly went loose, falling slack. Her jaw slowly dropped, her mouth falling open. He watched as her shoulders slumped down, hands falling from her hips down to her side. Her knees buckled slightly outward, causing her to sway from side to side loosely.
Carlos could see the reflection of the bright pink spiral in her glasses. Even the mirrored exterior couldn’t protect her from the sight. He knew the device was emitting a sound wave shutting down her motor functions at the moment allowing the subliminals to work there way into her mind. The soft thrumming against the earplugs meant that it was working.
He gently lowered the clipboard tucking it between his legs. Carlos reached up, his fingers coiling around the frame of her glasses. He slowly began to pull them from her face. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, her head turning to follow it whenever he shifted it slightly. The bags under her eyes had shown that she didn’t sleep much. She looked so tired. Carlos would have to make sure she was fully rested before handing her off to his superiors. They never liked product that was in poor condition.
The woman’s hands slowly rose in front of her, reaching out in front, gripping either end of the device in Carlos’s hand. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it tightly lifting it from his grip. He lowered his hand to the curve of her ass, squeezing it gently. She did not react to the sensation at all. He picked up her bag, depositing the clipboard into it before taking it in his hand. Slowly he began to walk, small steps, just gently guiding her forward. She followed, stumbling a bit at first in her heels. The hard bottoms clapping against the floor of the empty mall. The shops had all begun to lock up for the night leaving them almost alone.
He rounded a corner, gently nudging her with him. A small black door, inlaid into the window next to another shop, almost imperceptible and often passed off as just an office was where he stopped. He gently eased his hand into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. Carlos flipped it over, thumbing it against the small black metal pad against the wall. A green light lit up followed by a soft click. Carlos gripped the door handle, shoving his wallet back into his pocket with his other hand. He pulled, the door opening with a snug pup into a dimly lit room. Carlos gently nudged the woman inside, glancing around behind him. Confident nobody was looking, he slowly began to pull the door shut. It slid in with a soft pop. The lock immediately clicked, snapping into place.
He turned around. The woman had walked over and placed the device onto the small holder across the room. The rest of the room was nearly empty. There was a singular desk, two small shelves filled with black locked drawers, and a couch small enough to hold two people. Nothing else was in the room. The device stuttered for a second, the pink spiral dimming down to a black screen.
The woman blinked, her hands stuttering for a second as her senses came back to her. She blinked a few times slowly looking at her hands. She was confused, they always were in this moment, the last moments of consciousness that they would have before being rewritten.
“Wh-“ her voice cracked “Where am I? What did you do to m-“
The device glowed bright green. The woman’s head rolled backwards as her hands began to move on their own. Immediately she began to grab the sides of her head. Her fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her to look forward at the screen. She tried to turn her head away except that her hands were no longer her own. The initial phase made sure of that. She stumbled over words, spit bubbling in her mouth as the green flashed, pulsing brighter and brighter.
Carlos slowly walked over the desk and pulled out the clipboard. He tossed it onto the desk and pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket. He slowly opened one of the drawers into it, unlocking it for safety and pulled out an empty manilla folder. He flipped it open, removing the papers she signed, the contract forfeiting her mind and body to the company. He grabbed the pen and quickly signed his name and dated it, sliding it into the folder. He pulled the stapler out from it and quickly stapled the file shut. He’d deliver it with her in a few days.
He looked up. The woman stood still, her arms at her side. He could see the screen had gone blank. He shrugged, usually woman like her took twice as long to break. Seems she was all talk. He closed the drawer, locking it back tightly. Slowly he pushed the chair back and stood up, walking over to the device. He picked it up, looking it over. Carefully he pulled each earplug from his ears, setting them back into the exterior of the device.
He turned, looking over the woman. She stared ahead blankly, her mind erased entirely. She still breathed, slowly, perfectly in sync, no hesitation. She would blink every few seconds, perfectly on rhythm, timed between her breaths. Otherwise she had no reaction. She’d stand there until the clean up crew came and took her for her makeover. After that, she’d make her way through the processing department and up to the superiors.
He sighed and let out a yawn. He did his part, now to go home and wait for tomorrow’s assignment. He flipped the device over in his hand and raised it up in front of his face. He pressed down the button, holding it tightly in place. A soft blue light engulfed his face. Immediately Carlos felt himself smile, all stress, all worries washing away.
“I am a good employee. I live to serve the company.” He repeated the words that flashed on the screen, his face full of joy and happiness.
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9th Corner Inc. is the best interior designing firm in Delhi. Interior decoration is the art or practice of making, executing, and supervising the design of the interiors of a building in the best possible way.
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likedovesinthewindd · 9 months
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Heeeyyy I really love your stories!! <3 can I request hobie being a runway model and reader being fashion designer for him. I been thinking about the fact he said he was briefly a runway model and I can’t get it out my head. I dunno what direction you’d want to take the story in if u wrote it but im pretty sure I’d b great! :) (sorry about the vagueness)
hi babes, thank you soo much you're so sweet:')) also so sorry this took so long!!
hobie brown x reader
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warning: mention of pins/needles
wc: ±1100
a/n: don't really like how this came out might rewrite it later on. not fully proofread.
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You didn't consider yourself any Westwood or McQueen just yet, but even the best had to start somewhere, right? It just so happened that your "somewhere" would be the old community hall in your neighborhood. This would be your very first fashion show, not something you took very lightly. This could make or break your almost nonexistent career, so it was important that everything was absolutely perfect.
Planning this had been an absolute pain; trying to find an affordable venue that wasn't on the verge of complete degradation, finding a way to decorate said venue accordingly, promoting and hunting for possible columnists and other industry players to invite, along with a million other things.
One of the most important aspects were models; the people who ultimately would be representing your brand. The only problem was that you didn't have money to hire any people, much less approach an agency, so you had to get creative. You had held "auditions" in your neighborhood; basically asking your friends and other people if they'd like to model for you.
You were upfront, admitting that you would not be able to pay them properly. People were reluctant at first; the idea of no compensation turning some away, but after a few days you managed to find and recruit a handful of people to help you, most of them being friends and people you knew from scool. Things were looking good, and your project was on the right tracks so far.
You were running around in your apartment-turned-studio, frantically searching for the tracing wheel you had lost once again, when you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to find a tall and lanky young man, hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Heard you're looking for models," was all he said in a low deep voice and you raised your brows. "Y'know I can't pay you right?" you said, and he nodded in reply. "Long as the clothes look good I don't care," he said.
After first glance, you already knew he'd be a showstopper. He just looked perfect for a runway; you could already imagine the way your pieces would fit him. That's how you had met Hobie, how you gained a model, a muse, aswell as a friend.
✴︎.˳⁺⁎˚。⋆
It still shocked you just how much you've managed to pull off in these few months leading up to the big event. The whole thing had been one big family-friend initiative; everyone stepping in to help where they can.
Your old roomate, who worked at a hair salon had asked her colleagues to help with doing every model's hair. She had a friend who worked as a beautician in a salon, who had asked her colleagues to help with everyone's make-up. The choreographer had been your aunt, courtesy of her "certified pageant mom" status. The lighting and sound provided by a friend who worked as a part-time DJ at some dingy club. He had smuggled some equipment to use for the night.
The small closet rooms that served as backstage facilities were packed with people doing make-up, running around in robes and adding all the final touches.
When the time came for everyone to get dressed, you were running around like a headless chicked, hemming a few pieces here and there and filing down slippery shoes, even having to calm one of the girls down due to an anxiety attack.
"How does that feel? Comfortable?" you asked pulling and adjusting at the top of Hobie's outfit, trying not to restrict his airflow. "Good," was all he said. "Are you nervous, superstar?" he asked, as you worked on a piece of stubborn material at the back of his pants. You scoffed quietly at the stupid nickname. "Yes," you answered truthfully, "there's a few important people out there. If they like what they see, they'll be writing articles. Articles mean exposure, and I really need that right now." You laughed nervously.
"But it's gonna be great," you added, moving away from his pants and taking a moment to admire your work, albeit from behind. "because I have my showstopper right here, and he looks incredible," you added with a smile. He turned around, giving you a coy smirk in return. "You outdid yourself love," he said, looking down at his attire, "on your way to becomin' the new Westwood, yeah?"
You scoffed at his comment. "C'mon you have to go line up," you said.
★˚。⋆.˳⁺⁎˚
The show itself was absolutely perfect. You watched backstage with bated breath as each model disappeared through the dark curtains, then like clockwork returned, some to change into new pieces, then fall back in line.
Hobie had both opened and closed for your show, and by the end of the night when everyone stood in applause, he and your mother had urged you to go on stage to give your final bow. You thought it was corny, but you humored them, walking onto the runway until you were visible and giving everyone a wordless thank you, before making your way backstage once again.
You had thanked every single person who worked with you, giving everyone a warm embrace aswell as thanking them profusely for their hard work. When you finally got to thank Hobie, you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a fat kiss right on the apple of his cheek. "You," you started, pulling him away from your embrace, but keeping his shoulders in your two hands, "stole the fucking show."
He laughed lightly, shrugging dismissively. "You're the one that made this possible," he said, and you flashed him a megawatt smile, the adrenaline from the night pumping through your body.
"Y'know, there were a few casting directors scouting here tonight," you said, "you might be getting a few calls soon, they'd definitely want to sign a catch like you." He only scrunched his face his dismissal. "Nah," he said, and you furrowed your brows. "I'm not committing myself to some agency, wouldn't want to leave you," he added.
He continued to work with you several more months; working closely with you when designing and creating your pieces, than modeling those same pieces. Your popularity grew, and with it the demand for him; numerous agencies looking to potentially sign him. When it all became too much, he decided to stop all together. You respected his decision, and still remained close with him. You still called him showstopper, and he still called you superstar.
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sitarawrites · 4 months
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Hii I saw that your reqs are open, and we need more desi!y/n in this fandom sooo
Can you write Y/N drawing mehendi/henna on gojo? Or gojo drawing reader's mehendi? 🥹🥹
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I modified your idea a bit , adding in the Karwa Chauth scenario
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There are two things that make Satoru literally drool , first is mochi and the second is his wife in a red saree and today he could not calm down knowing that his wife will wear a red saree today. It was your first Karwa Chauth and Satoru was over the moon knowing that his wife was literally fasting for his long life ( Shibuya never happened ok , he lived a long life ). Now as we all know how booked the beauty salons are during this time and hence you couldn't get a henna artist to do your mehndi. But Karwa Chauth is incomplete without mehndi . Satoru was disappointed , he wouldn't let you miss anything of this festival.
So he literally teleports into your office , picks you up in his arms and teleports back home " You haven't eaten or drank anything since the morning therefore you must stay home resting " . And now you were currently on your bed , your both hands in his lap on a pillow as Satoru was carefully drawing a mehndi design he saw on Pinterest. You thought Satoru was going to make some funny or simple designs on your hands. What you didn't expect was him drawing a beautiful pattern on both of your hands , even on the back side. You were surprised how he drew the designs in just a few minutes , the mehndi looking better even more than the ones done by the henna artists. " How did you draw it so good , have you drawn mehndi on someone's hand before ?"
Satoru smiles at your reaction " Like it ? It took me sometime to find the design , remember this was your mehndi design during our wedding ? I thought I should remake this design on your hand since it's your first Karwa Chauth"
Now that you notice the design was actually the one you had during your wedding and you couldn't be any more happy seeing how observant Satoru was of you , even noticing such small things. He kisses your forehead seeing you smile and writes his name on your palm " Now can I get a thank you kiss on lips or do I need to wait until the moon comes out and you break your fast and then only you can kiss me ?"
" There is no such thing that you can't kiss your husband before breaking your fast" you leaned towards him kissing his lips.
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