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slayers-testament · 1 month

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Headcanon: Slayer's Mental State and Sense of Self

The Doom Slayer has been a persistent myth throughout both human and demon history alike. He has long since forgotten how long he's been fighting, with he himself essentially being an amalgam of many different Doom Marines, Doom Slayers, and even just different people altogether. As a result, this has taken a serious toll on his mental fortitude, leaving him to cling to small things. Time doesn't matter to him anymore, nor does the idea that he is human.

He is, to himself and others, The Doom Slayer.

In an attempt to cling to some form of sanity, sometime after the events of Doom 2016 he tried his best to remember who he was in his search for weapons to stop the demon threat. Between 2016 and Eternal, he would remember bits and pieces of at least one of his histories, adopting them as his own.

He knows of B.J. Blazkowicz from a version of history that he himself doesn't belong to, as his people won World War II, as opposed to Blazkowicz Sr.'s timeline. He is in some part related to this man, whether a distant descendant or a reincarnation, and he has thusly chosen the name William Joseph Blazkowicz as his own. It feels familiar enough to him, and has more meaning to him than the other names in his mind, like Flynn Taggart, but he doesn't disregard these other names, integrating them into parts of his day to day life(such as the password to the PC in Doom Eternal).

Whoever he is, he knows that he had a wife and child before he joined the military, and he even had a pet rabbit, all of which were slaughtered viciously by the forces of Hell. While the names and faces of his family have left him throughout the years, Daisy is a persistent part of his memory which he holds dear, even keeping a rabbit cage next to his desk in case, by some cosmic miracle, she comes back to him.

Keeping with persistent memories, he knows that he had assaulted a superior officer when given an order that seemed morally reprehensible, no matter which version of him it was. He finds himself still agreeing with the action, even if he doesn't remember the officer himself.

And then there's his own internal monologue, which is somewhat reflected in my writing style for Doom Slayer. Under normal circumstances, that's all he sees himself as; The Doom Slayer, a weapon of mass destruction created by, and dedicated to stopping, forces that would seek to harm humanity. Even in private, even when appreciating his leisure time by himself, the idea of The Doom Slayer is a persistent one in his mind.

He doesn't want to involve people in his life again, even if he yearns for companionship. He doesn't want people to see him as someone he isn't even sure he really is, he will present himself as The Doom Slayer in any instance... until someone cracks the shell. It's only in moments of true vulnerability that he will let the façade slip, revealing William Joseph Blazkowicz III to himself and those he cares for. Those he trusts to show that side of himself are few and far between, but they're people he would protect with his dying breath.

#;the slayer's testament (musings)#;legends of doom (headcanons)#I thought about it and went through a bunch of the timeline stuff and... holy fucking shit there's way too much to juggle #So I thought on it and decided that this Slayer crafted his own sense of self from a time/space distorted mishmash of different Marines #And then of course I sprinkled in a little bit of Batman with the whole 'I'm not Bruce Wayne I'm Batman' bit from Batman Beyond #It felt really fitting for a character like Slayer

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spamsandsuch · 1 year

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swatch goes to one of the addison shops in castle town for black friday shopping and notices that packaged brush pens are 50% off each. As a result he decides to buy two and as he heads to the cash register there Swatch thinks “gee its a wonderful day out, i sure hope i wont run into any inconveniences” and then they see Spamton behind the counter and immediately go “god fucking dammit”

#swatch #swatchposting #spamton #spamtonposting #might make this a comic later idk #afttp #afttp au #addsforthetherapeutic #i went shopping today on black friday which is something i dont normally do #But i was buying belated birthday gifts for my relatives #And i saw at the craft store they had brush pens that were $13.99 when the og price was $27.99 for each package #and i was like holy shit thats a fucking STEAL #so i bought two of those for myself along with the other gifts #*also to clarify they were dual tip colored brush pens #which i love using #anyway thats my story #ask to tag #also for context in this post im using they/he pronouns for swatch

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nijacobs · 1 year

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MI FAVORITO CAMPEÓN

sapnap is the fucking pvp demon and i will not shut up about it

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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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first ever pride is completed and was SO much fun.

#tj talks #everybody was so kind oh my god #i sold most if not all of the earrings and a lot of the zipper pouches!!! i still have some left over #it was just so comforting and loving to have people come up and just 'you should be proud tehse are wonderful' :')#everybody was so SWEET #some girl gave me like three dollars extra and i told her and she went 'i know.' and smiled and walked away and i almost cried #why can't i do pride booths every single month????? pls #something about people fo the community liking my crafts is just. the greatest feeling ever #and since nearly everything is gone i have to make M O R E for the sixteenth now lmao #but im gonna do more mando and grogu themed things too #was very fun but also. exhausting #cause i was there from 8 am to 6 pm on my feet for most of it #doing long events like this is tiring cause its all day but also great because you make M O NE Y #the moment the parade ended the booth was SWARMED by people and it was so exciting but also like holy shit #everybody is so beautiful and kind i love our community i wanted to live in that day forever #but also i am. home and snuggled up now rest time ehehehe #i want to sell more stuff online but that means increasing prices because seller websites take percentages #which is why i can afford to have everything at low prices in person #which almost feels like i'm?? lying to people/???#im worried that when i post online people from events will be like 'well it was THIS much at the market so why is it more online'#but websites take an arm and a leg *cough cough etsy and depop* so there's no other option really

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tauruswiftie · 1 year

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realizing my ex friend was literally just jealous of me for like literally no reason and thats why she betrayed the fuck out of me for some asshole man……. hilarious and im so glad i texted her the meanest shit and then blocked her 💅🥰

#no bc why did this bitch write a whole paragraph under my bf’s name on urban dictionary accusing him of ghosting her ???????#(never happened + she has a very distinct writing style + he has a unique name so im 100% sure this si her)#like WHOOOOO DOES THAT…#also the fact that the guy who went incel mode on me whose side she took…. made her a playlist #but…. that playlist was literslly one he made for me before i rejected him……. lol #enjoy defending my rejects i guess 💅#sorry i literally cannot shut up about tjis story all of u must know the lore by now #like this bitch screwed with me for THREE YEARS… over a guy who literally just #rpelaced me with her in his life and friend group… like that must sting but have some self respect???#i also love how she tried to flex her social life to me after id talked abt some personal friend shit to her #girl like….. you’re failing mad classes you’re still trying to be Me V2 in the eyes of like 3 men… but yeah i should be jealous of you lol #i hate to use the term pick me but. literslly terminal pickmeism #imagine crafting your wntire personality after another girl all for male validation holy shit

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proonv · 2 months

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if only i could care about my writing as much as i care about this silly little project

#had the opportunity to set up a fun little outdoor arts n crafts activity #went all out. planned each day. calculated the pricing. reworded my proposal a dozen times. submitted it a week before the deadline.#setting up a whole notebook b4 it gets approved... im on a roll bro. holy shit this better get approved or ill sob #is this how 5th grade me felt writing a multi chaptered batshit insane book??#misty muses

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clownbehaviour-on-main · 10 months

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I have so much motivation to write but it’s NOT. FOR. WHAT. I. WANT.

GAH

#i went from two wips to what feels like twenty #the ocs i’ve crafted are intricate for being with two clown bois #like holy shit #the independant scenarios in my brain #running wild and scampering like rabbits

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multifansblog · 3 months

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Now that we've met Lucifer, I understand how the hierarchy of hell got to be the way that it is. Because holy shit, and I say this while loving his character, this man could not give less of a shit about the residents of hell. The only reason he was willing to get Charlie that meeting wasn't because he suddenly changed his opinion on the sinners, it was only because he saw how much of a dreamer she was and wanted to nuture that. Otherwise, he'd be content to let the sinners die. Like, this man could not be clearer about not caring about sinners.

And while it could be said that he cares about the hellborn since he went out of his way to keep them safe during exterminations, I can't ignore the fact that he seems to do very little actual ruling and spends most of his time being an inattentive ruler (mans didn't even know who the radio demon was). I mean, he brought Razzle and Dazzle to life to serve the singular purpose of being permanent bodyguards for Charlie. It's not a stretch to say that he doesn't care that imps are largely seen as servants.

I might be too hasty in assuming this, but it seems to me like Lucifer set up the system in hell to be self-sufficient (and awful), set the other sins to run things as they please, and then fucked off to craft 1.5 billion rubber ducks. And I mean, that's a vibe. If I had suddenly been made a ruler after having my dreams crushed, I also would set things up to run without much of my input.

None of this is a criticism of his writing or his character, though. I've just always wondered how hell developed the hierarchy it did based on Charlie's... well, everything and Lucifer's overall attitude kind of answered that for me.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer #hazbin lucifer #helluva boss

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vivwritesfics · 4 months

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VIV MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎅

Got one for you

So it is either lando x max x reader or kimim, seb y reader 👹

Think their girlfriend taht decied that the perfect Christmas present is....

Her

All pretty with the lingerie and the makeup some bows

And they get to do whatever they want to to her 👹🫠

Some fluff, smut and some good aftercare ❤️

Love you

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, lingerie, lowkey dom/sub dynamics (dom max, sub lando, sub reader), voyeurism, masturbation, cum eating

Red was supposed to be the sexiest colour. But that was no good when neither of your boyfriends drove for Ferrari. Orange was a hard colour to pull off, but dark, matte blue was perfect.

As easy to pull off as wearing a white or black t-shirt, navy blue was gorgeous. It was lace, with metal hearts that appeared to be holding it together and garter belts wrapped around her thighs.

It was gorgeous.

Y/N went all out. As soon as she had bought the lingerie, she'd gone to the craft store, buying ribbon in a matching shade of blue.

Once she had returned home, she'd forced the boys to go out and do something else. She'd waved them off and ran to the bedroom, doing her makeup, doing her hair and putting on the lingerie. The bit she was most excited about was wrapping the ribbon around her midsection, tying it in a pretty bow.

And then she texted the boys, calling them back to the apartment.

They had no idea what was in store for them.

Max and Lando had simply been for a walk around Monaco. They took a stroll, wearing coats and cats out in the cold air. But, as soon as their phones buzzed in their pockets, they turned around and sped back to their apartment.

They burst in through the door, their girlfriend nowhere inside. "Baby?" Lando shouted as he pulled off his coat and hat, laying them over the back of the sofa.

Max pulled off his own coat, hanging it on the hook beside the door. He walked towards the bedroom and pushed open the door.

The boys froze.

There she was, laying on the bed in her lingerie, the bow wrapped around her.

Lando stood beside Max, their eyes wide, their mouths open. "Holy shit," Lando whispered and strode forward. Max followed.

Both of them were ready to ravage her.

Lando got to her first. He held the ends of the ribbon, gently pulling until the bow came undone. He kissed her slow, reaching back to unclasped her bra, but Max stopped him.

He pulled Lando away. "Let me get a good look at her," he said and pulled Lando back to stand beside him.

It was imposing, the way they stood over her. And Y/N loved it. "Think we should keep her wearing it?" He asked Lando. The younger boy nodded his head.

Max pulled her up. He got her onto her knees and kissed her slowly, his large hand gripping the back of her head. As they kissed Lando just stood there, feeling left out and needy.

He pushed her back down, laying her on the bed, and pulled off her panties. "Lando," he said, and Lando got himself undressed. Under Max's guidance he climbed on top of her.

Max kissed him as he guided him in. "That's it," Max whispered as Lando squeezed his eyes shut.

He gave them commands, controlling Lando's speed with nothing more than his words. As their girlfriend moaned and cried out, he pulled out his own cock, stroking it slowly to their sight and sounds.

He moved slowly, letting their sounds guide him. As Lando thrusted into her and she writhed on the bed.

Lando let out a cry of his own as he came. "Don't stop," Max commanded as he saw Lando slow the movements of his hips. "Not until she finishes."

He moved his hand quicker, determined to finish when she did. Her moans and cries were becoming more and more high pitched as she came close to the edge. "Max, Lando," she cried, throwing her head back.

And then she came, pushing Lando away as she quickly became overstimulated. Max stood from his seat, pushing himself over the edge as he stood over her, spilling his seed on her stomach.

It was warm, so fucking warm. "Not on the lingerie," Y/N whispered with something of a cheeky smile as she gathered some onto her finger and licked.

"Lando, go and run her a bath," Max said and Lando ran off.

He came back just a moment later, a damp wash cloth in his hands. "Here," he said, and wiped the cum from her stomach.

"Thanks, Lan," she muttered as Max helped her to sit up. He unclasped her bra and pulled it off. "Maxie," she whined but let him pull it off.

"Liefde, It's very pretty, but we need to get you into the bath."

Reluctantly she let them lead her to the bathroom.

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strawberries-and-summer-days · 24 days

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"Midnight troubles"

Pairing: Show!Luke Castellan x apollo!fem!reader!

Summary: an awkward moment, night patrol and a shitty girl later....

Contains: swearing, fluff (i guess?) angst, mentions to the giggidy (nothing actually happens), derogatory terms/names used

Word Count: 2108

A/N: i was sleep deprived and cluelesss when writing this so enjoy :)

You've been friends with Luke Castellan since the day you showed up at camp drenched in water and he showed you around. You've been inseparable since then - y/n and Luke. Luke and y/n, you were a package deal, wherever one went the other followed.

On this particular day you had seated yourself down on a sunny patch of grass to sing. Luke had settled himself a few feet away from you pretending not to listen as your lips parted and sound sweeter than any strawberry escaped your mouth.

His eyes shut peacefully as your song washes over him. He's always loved your singing, everyone does, your song can seem to stop time for a few moments. But Luke likes to think he loves it the most - he's your best friend, of course he gets that right.

Once you finish singing you open your eyes and Luke is staring at you with pure amazement and... something else you can't quite place. Whatever it is, it's gone in a blink. "That was beautiful, y/n," he smiles.

"Like you," you tease standing up and reaching up to ruffle his hair. "You do know you don't have to sit with me and listen every time I sing don't you?"

"Yeah, I know. But I want to," Luke says, standing up with you and pulling you into a side hug. "You've got a really beautiful voice y/n."

You brush it off and wrap your arm around his waist walking along with him. "Oh but its not as beautiful as yours," you joke and Luke's laugh vibrates through you sending a jolt of tingles and a wave of repressed feelings.

You watch as Luke laughs and can't help but smile yourself. You and Luke have been deemed the camp's Mom and Dad. If anything was wrong and you didn't want to take it to Mr D or Chiron the campers would go to you two, Apollo and Hermes cabin counsellors. That's when the rumours started. Luke and y/n are dating. Although you've both denied it several times the campers never listened and you were dubbed Mom and Dad.

Even though you denied it, a small- a medium- okay a pretty huge part of you wants it to be true. I mean who wouldn't want Luke Castellan to be their boyfriend? He has offers piling up every day from girls. You're pretty sure you've even seen someone offer him a fucking apple with the words 'will you go out with me' carved into it. Luke said no of course - she was a frigging psycho - but even then he never said yes to any of the offers, the ones that you knew about anyway.

"I got patrol tonight after the campfire," you sigh and break away from Luke to give a younger boy from Aphrodite a hug when he showed you his result from arts and crafts. Not noticing how Luke tenses beside you until the boy runs off to tell his friends you hugged him.

"I'll come with you, there's bound to be some shit heads sneaking off to go hook up," he rolls his eyes looking directly at some Ares camper who you've both caught several times. "And besides, gods know you couldn't handle the dark without me."

You scowl at Luke smacking him. "Haha very funny, a daughter of the sun god is afraid of the dark, it's hilarious." Luke just grins and catches your hand against his chest, holding it there, when you go to hit him again. Your laughter fades and you both just stare at each other for a moment neither of you wanting to break it but also wanting to admit to the other that there was something happening.

Luke clears his throat and drops your hand gently. "Whatever loser, you're the one stuck with me," you tease and kiss his cheek. Walking away before you lose your nerve. Holy shit why'd you do that? you scream inside your head. What the fuck? Why? Why? You couldn't have walked away normally, but noooo you had to kiss his fucking cheek.

You press the palm of your hands into your eyes and accidentally slam into someone. "Shit sorry!" you cry out looking down to see the poor camper you practically ran over.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Percy says looking up at you and then over at Luke who hasn't moved since you walked away. "Did you break him or something?"

"Or something," you mutter, helping Percy up. "Sorry again, Percy." You force a smile onto your face and sigh as you look at Luke.

"Yeaaah, you messed him up damn." Percy drawls. "Like really messed him up. Damn what did you do? Did you like, kick him in the balls or something?"

"Percy!" you shout shutting him up. He doesn't even have the decency to look apologetic when he says sorry and then scurries off when Grover calls out to him.

Sighing, you shake your head and grumble to yourself about its going to be hella awkward tonight.

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Something was wrong with Luke's heart. It hadn't stopped beating wildly since y/n had kissed him on the cheek and he was trying to control his erratic pulse when he rises up the steps to your cabin.

He knocks twice on the door and takes a deep breath when you open the door and look up at him. The deep breath is cut short when he notices you're wearing his hoodie. You smile up at him and ask, "you ready to go catch some horny teens?"

He nods and lets you lead the way. "Sure, yep, let's go Sunflower." You both walk in silence for the first two minutes before Luke works up the courage to say, "nice hoodie, there by the way, it matches your flashlight."

You twist around and grin ignoring his dig at your flashlight - it's white with a bunch of sunflowers hand painted on. "Yeah, some super, cool, really annoying guy gave it to me." Luke's eyebrow arches and you roll your eyes. "Fine, I stole it from the guy, cause it's soft and smells nice," you mumble that last part and Luke tilts his head at you in question.

"What was that last part?"

"It's soft?"

"No, the other part?"

You're quiet for a moment before mumbling, "it smells..... nice."

Luke practically stops breathing, but covers it up with a smirk. "You think I smell nice?"

You internally slap yourself. "Yes," you quietly answer. Well you know what? When you thought it was going to be awkward earlier? That's nothing compared to the tension right now.

A loud moan comes from up ahead behind the trees and you sigh tugging the hoodie closer before running up ahead to break up whatever situation is happening.

"Hey!" you yell out to the two campers whose clothes are dishevelled and hair all mussed up. "Get back to your cabins! And when I say cabins I mean your own cabin." The two kids scramble away back to their cabins swearing.

"Fuckers," Luke mutters from behind you. "I swear they always choose the same spot."

You spin around and smile, "they'll be back don't worry, you can bust them next time."

After you both make your rounds, catching three other couples, you end up in a secluded spot near the lake.

"So," you start looking out to the water, smiling softly. "What do you wanna talk about?" You shove the flashlight in the front pocket just soaking in the moonlight - and besides Luke's here, he protects you from the dark.

Luke looks over at you and steps closer wrapping a hand around each of your - well technically his - hoodie's drawstrings. "I don't really know..." he trails off and then looks down at you, your eyes shining in the moonlight. And then something must've possessed him because he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

You look up at him in surprise. "What was that for?" You ask, noticing how Luke's eyes shine with affection.

"Just paying you back for earlier."

You both freeze then - not tensing up but just not moving. Staying in the small bubble that you two have created for yourselves. The comfort of the silence that surrounds you both covers you like a blanket.

Your faces inch closer, your breaths mingling as your eyes meet and you swear you can hear your heartbeat. Can Luke hear how loud your heart is beating? Like seriously? It's so loud.

Everything seems perfect before a loud laugh erupts in the distance. You sigh and pull away from him and start walking over to where the noise came from. Were you going to kiss just then? Holy shit. Was that actually happening?

Luke's presence at your side sends you into a tailspin. Does he like you? Or was he only doing that out of pity. You reach into the hoodie to pull out your flashlight but a hand wraps around your own and you skid to a stop, looking down at Luke's hand intertwined with yours.

Luke doesn't stop though, he just keeps walking, hopefully not noticing how red your cheeks are right now.

You both round the path and find a girl sitting on a fallen log hidden in the trees, she's wrapped in nothing but a blanket she must've brought from her cabin. When the girl sees you - well more like see's Luke - her eyes brighten up.

"Oh Luke! You're finally here! I was waiting for you." A frown instantly replaces the soft smile you have on your face.

"What?" Your voice is quiet and confused.

The girl shoots you a smug look. "What? Did you actually think Luke wanted to spend time with you tonight?" She smirks. "He was only killing time to spend it with me."

What?

You know what the girl is saying is wrong but when you look at Luke you almost start crying. He's quiet at your side staring harshly at the girl. He's not denying it. He's not denying it!

"Lukey and I have plans now bitch-girl, leave." Your teeth clench so tightly you're afraid you're gonna break your jaw. Why isn't Luke SAYING ANYTHING??

You stare frigidly at the girl. "Look, I wanna say Gina..?" she asks purposely misnaming you.

"It's y/n."

"Right that's what I said," she smirks. "Now unless you want to watch me and Luke roll around on the ground here I suggest you leave."

You stay put fighting your ground. Why is Luke not saying anything??

"Ooh we've got a bit of a slut on our hands do we? Damn Gina, I didn't know you were into kinky shit."

"I don't-"

She cuts you off. "It's fine I don't mind you watching like the whore you are."

WHY ISN'T LUKE SAYING ANYTHING?

The girl turns her eyes on Luke again. "I'm waiting for you Luke. Tell her to piss off. Or better yet, tell her that we've been sleeping together."

Luke stays quiet, his eyes locked on the girl.

What. The. Fuck?

The girl opens her mouth to start again but you turn around before she can say anything else.

"Y'know what? I'll leave you two to it," you spit, forcing the tears that spring to your eyes to stop.

"Wait y/n!" Luke calls out suddenly, but you've already launched into a sprint not caring what he has to say now. He didn't deny it. He didn't deny it. He didn't deny it.

Tears blur your eyes and you struggle to pull out your flashlight, tripping over a tree root and stumbling to the ground. You face plant onto the ground and even though you're wearing long pants you can feel your skin being torn.

It's dark and cold

You have scratches along your face and arms - where the hoodie pushed up - everything burns your skin, your face, your eyes, your heart.

He didn't deny it.

You pat around looking for your flashlight. No, no, no, no, no. It can't be lost, no! Luke painted it for you, when you first came to camp and when he found out you were afraid of the dark.

Luke made that. Your Luke made tha-

Your face crumples.

Luke.

He didn't deny it. He didn't say anything. He didn't stop her.

Your heart heavy as you do so, you stand up, fighting the new wave of tears that threaten to overcome you.

A chill hits you and you pull the dirty hoodie closer. It still smells like Luke.

And...

And its dark...

Shit.

Anger pools deep in your gut. She called you a slut and a whore.

That bitch better watch it.....

©strawberries-and-summer-days

a/n: lemme know if you want a part two!!

#luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #fanfiction #fanfic #percy jackson fic #percy jackson fanfic #emma writes ₊˚⊹⋆

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mayakern · 3 months

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Hey so ummm. This is the girl who needs to vacuum pack her skirts so they’ll fit in her wardrobe again and uuuuuuuuhhhh…..

Turns out I have 69 of your skirts as of right now, with 4 more coming in the mail. Including my couple skirts from fresh hot flavors and witch vamp I have a total of 82 skirts not counting the ones coming in the mail. I also have every color of wrap top and about five of your button downs in my closet, along with the two petticoats I ordered from you haha…. So uuuhhh I think I win??? This is definitely why I’m at the point of “guys I did a bad” “you got more skirts didn’t you” in my household.

The first couple pictures are of all my skirts, and the last couple are of just your works, sorted by maxi midi mini, and then by old manu and new manu, time to start picking which ones to vacuum!

In all seriousness I wanted to thank you for your work and your dedication to your craft, these skirts have lasted me quite a while and are always super comfortable. There is a reason I’ve continued to buy more and more as time went on, and they genuinely bring me happiness in my everyday life!

But yeah, definitely gonna be nervously laughing and covering my closet anytime someone says their collection of 20 is big, haha!

Keep up the great work! I will be continuing to support for years to come for sure! (Especially if you end up making that dress you showed once teehee 🤭)

Big love and lots of thanks!!!! ❤️💚💙💜💛🧡🩷🩵

-A very happy customer

god i’ve been staring at this ask periodically since this morning and i’m still just. astounded.

thank you so much for all your support and i’m so glad you like the skirts (and other apparel) so much, it truly means a lot

that is a staggering number of skirts holy shit and definitely the most i’ve ever seen one person own (of my skirts) and i am just blown away. holy shit. thank you so much this is like insanely flattering 😳😳😳

and thank you also for all the kind words! 🥺🧡🧡🧡

#ask #store #customer pics #save #skirt hoard

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good-chimes · 1 year

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In honor of Life series four, Life Series Bake Off AU

NEW SERIES LAUNCHES:

Nation charmed by fresh crop of 12 amateur bakers including intensely competitive student GRIAN, ambitious cake artists BDUBS and SCAR, scientific bread experts TANGO and IMPULSE, and ETHO who has no discernible social media presence and, rumor has it, doesn’t officially exist. Married couple JOEL and LIZZIE raise eyebrows—will they be able to compete against each other?—but this is settled when Lizzie immediately announces she would murder Joel in real life to win and has bought the kitchen knife set for it, and Joel lovingly declares he keeps an axe under his pillow in case this happens.

The judges as usual are renowned cake chef PEARL, bread expert MUMBO, and our two inimitable presenters: BIGB, beloved by the nation for his gentle reassurances of weeping contestants, and MARTYN whose main contribution is his trademark eyebrow waggles as we find out from the judges who’s in trouble this week.

TART WEEK (1)

Tart week gets off to a strong start, with contestant REN charming both the judges and Martyn with his exquisite tarte au citron and his total inability to let a double-entendre go to waste (‘I’m just a tart triumph all over’ he proclaims, to Martyn’s immediate delighted riposte ‘Mm, but what do you do on the weekends?’). Law student JIMMY is not so lucky when a misreading of the recipe leads to ten times the correct amount of butter and a catastrophic oven meltdown. Star baker goes to early favorite BDUBS for an exquisite three-tier tart showstopper.

Week one elimination is, of course, the hapless Jimmy, and the recaps are united on two fronts: it's always nice to see someone on the show who reminds you of your own midnight experiments, but holy shit Jimmy, did it not give you a clue when the melted butter started pouring out of the oven like you’d stabbed the spirit of margarine to death in there. Jimmy's butter meltdown becomes a meme and he sells T-shirts; Joel immediately posts a picture wearing one.

CAKE WEEK (2)

Week two brings cake week and an impressive performance from SCAR, who embarks on a showstopper Baked Alaska in the shape of a snow-covered mountain. Tranquil in the face of GRIAN’S constant disparaging comments about his whisking technique and browned meringue, Scar perseveres and is crowned star baker for the week, while Twitter immediately declares Grian the villain of the season. A contingent of viewers theorising ‘could this be flirting’ are swiftly shouted down on social media and retreat to a dedicated subthread on a cookery forum.

Last week’s star baker BDUBS seems distracted by his new-found friendships with the quiet ETHO, who spends hours on the surprisingly unambitious Victoria Sponge. A conspiracy theory emerges that Etho invented the Victoria Sponge, refuted by weak counterarguments like “cannot possibly be true” and “he would have to be several hundred years old.” Meanwhile the nation is won over by JOEL and LIZZIE’S chemistry as they trade quips and spatulas, unfortunately Joel is eliminated after a jam mishap, at which he declares “at least I went out after Jimmy.”

TEA-TIME WEEK (3)

Tea-time week brings florentines and shortbread, but it’s a sad week for love as REN is out after his overambitious scones fail to impress. “I’m heartbroken,” Martyn announces, and cannot be consoled even by Scott’s superb showstopper petite-fours. Ren was a good sport to the end, everyone agrees. Ren spotted at a Covent Garden coffee shop with Martyn three weeks later.

HALLOWEEN WEEK (4)

The mood is jovial for Halloween week, with judge MUMBO in fake vampire fangs while ETHO bakes cookies in the form of anatomically correct skulls. LIZZIE starts off with adorable witch-hat cupcakes in little witch hats, then spends the rest of the episode precisely and effortlessly crafting a blood red mirror glazed sachertorte which the presenters refuse to look at because it “makes them uncomfortable”, and is subsequently awarded star baker for the most genuine aura of threat ever achieved by a cake.

Meanwhile GRIAN and SCAR continue to genially snipe at each other throughout. TANGO asks BDUBS to turn his oven off at a crucial moment; unfortunately Bdubs forgets and then blames Tango for relying on him, leading to the charred mess of Tango’s showstopper and a social media uproar dubbed “OvenGate”. Bdubs alternately sorrowful and dramatically dismissive. This cruel betrayal knocks Tango out of the tent; a public petition is started for his reinstatement.

WEDDING WEEK (5)

Puppet theater designer CLEO has her star turn in wedding week with ranks of beautiful marzipan figurines on all her bakes. An intense rivalry develops between her and wedding-enthusiast BDUBS, who declares his magnificent fondant confection a dry run for his impending marriage to ETHO, a stranger he met ten days ago. When asked by presenters how much of this is a joke, Etho laughs and says “I guess?”, which leaves the nation none the wiser. Unfortunately IMPULSE’S canapes are considered uninspired and he is uninvited from both the wedding reception and the series.

BREAD WEEK (6)

The feared bread week comes around and all the artistic cake-makers wobble badly. SCAR and GRIAN just scrape through, but CLEO’S triumph last week turns to tragedy despite the trouble she has gone to to model a realistic centaur out of sourdough. Bdubs makes an impromptu speech to camera about how she was robbed but he intends to triumph in her honor.

MEDIEVAL WEEK (7)

The experimental medieval week takes the bakers on an outdoor camping trip where they will attempt to build their own stoves and use them to replicate historical bread techniques. BDUBS’S enthusiasm for this and his drive to impress ETHO turn out to be his downfall as, distracted, he builds a stove that bleeds heat and fails to brown his bread. Etho meanwhile excels at both the survival and breadmaking aspects, leading to a divide on Twitter on whether this level of competence is hot or just very concerning, potentially the cake equivalent of a serial killer. The Victoria Sponge theory is raised again. Etho alleviates some concerns by getting lost three times in an open field over the course of the episode, which loses him enough baking time that dark horse SCOTT pips him to the post of star baker.

WINTER WARMTH WEEK (8)

Week eight arrives and five bakers remain: LIZZIE and SCOTT are known to be good all-rounders, ETHO is the reigning technical expert, SCAR remains the favorite on the cakes side, and GRIAN is mainly known for his habit of constantly sneaking spoonfuls of Scar’s cake mix so he can mock the taste. Social media opinion is divided into “Grian is a good baker actually”, “Grian is only still in because of executive meddling”, and the small but determined contingent of “no guys we really think they’re flirting??” who have emerged from their cookery subthread unbowed and with compilations of video evidence.

The set gets cozy with winter warmth week. Brandy-based showstoppers are the order of the day, and LIZZIE wins the episode by crafting a biscuit unicorn with a mane you can set on fire. ETHO invents an intricate brandy plumbing system to shoot flaming alcohol above his plum pudding—this attempt is in fact a good deal too successful and instead sets MARTYN’S hair on fire. GRIAN comes to his aid but ends up adding more brandy. Judge PEARL extinguishes the flames with a bowl of cinnamon milk. The judges are clearly not feeling merciful when it comes to the scores and Etho’s run comes to a premature end.

DOUBLES WEEK (9)

Some old favorites return for doubles week, where each of the remaining four bakers is helped out by an eliminated contestant on the other end of the phone. GRIAN for once assesses the limits of his own talents and asks to pair up with ETHO, a plan that immediately pays off when the contestants are challenged with a tricky technical that sees them baking the perfect pumpernickel bread. SCAR, having asked to pair up with BDUBS, is quickly underwater as neither of them understand yeast.

Scar’s floundering proves too much for Grian, who belligerently passes along his pumpernickel tips from Etho, saving Scar’s technical enough for him to scrape through. When challenged by Martyn, Grian grudgingly admits, “I just want Scar to stay in, okay?” Some recaps clear him of his villain status; others are still convinced it’s a fluke.

Meanwhile SCOTT turns in an efficient technical with help from CLEO and also JIMMY, who is apparently sitting in Cleo’s living room just to heckle Scott. LIZZIE calls on husband JOEL, but a combination of overconfidence and flirting distracts them both, leading to a burnt crust and Lizzie’s elimination from the final four.

MERINGUE WEEK (Final Episode)

In the finale, SCOTT, SCAR, and GRIAN face off over a series of escalating meringue-based challenges. Whatever alliance sprung up between Grian and Scar in the last episode is clearly water under the bridge as the two of them obsessively steal each other’s ingredients and annoy each other into trivial mistakes. This escalates into a noisy quarrel over the main challenge of the week: an edible diorama of a cactus ring. Scar’s attempts to ‘aesthetically correct’ Grian’s mountain diorama leads to Grian melting his sugar-spun cacti with a crème brulée torch.

The two are no longer speaking by the showstopper, where Grian embarks on a desperate attempt to make up points with an ambitious trifle in a castle-shaped wall of macarons while Scar builds his own grand macaron diorama. The clock ticks down. Scott is creating an impeccable strawberry pavlova. The trifle is going badly. Grian is covered in sugar and regret. BigB pats him reassuringly on the shoulder.

At the last moment, Scar sacrifices half his perfect macarons to donate to Grian’s diorama. Grian, for once lost for words, grabs his apron and kisses him right in front of Martyn’s swiftly-derailed countdown. “Grian had a beautiful artistic vision,” Scar says sentimentally afterwards. “You have to respect the craft!” They snog behind the tasting table. Mumbo gamely attempts to award points. Pearl in a laughing fit behind the cameras. Martyn and BigB solemnly wrap up the shot with Martyn’s best cake-based innuendoes. Grian and Scar do not notice.

Scott wins the series. He got so many more points on the cactus ring technical.

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Gyuvin reacting to you in lingerie 🫣

kim guyvin always thought you’re the most gorgeous person on earth, if not in the whole universe. he found you beautiful when you’re all dressed up to hang out with him, when you’re in cozy clothes and even when you have your mouth slightly parted as you’re peacefully sleeping on his chest.

but as soon as he saw you wearing the lingerie set he was meaning to buy you, gyuvin knew it was the version of yourself he liked the most. “baby?” you had to snap him out of thoughts since he had basically started drooling at your mere sight: the white bra with a pinkish flowery pattern that hugged perfectly your breasts with a small ribbon in the middle, where it connected, the not-so-functional skirt of the same type with butterflies crafted patterns, leaving more uncovered than covered? holy shit, gyuvin felt like he could cum in his pants in an instant.

“fuck you’re so pretty.” he whispered, making you giggle. he got closer to you, his big hands cupping perfectly your cheeks as he pulled you into an heated make out session, exploring every inch of your mouth, leaving both of you a panting mess. he pulled away, looking at you with two glossy and pleading eyes, asking “can you suck me off? please please.” and how could you refuse when he was practically begging you? “of course.” you went on your knees right away, pulling his twitching length out of his suffocating pants and stroking it, kissing the tip “yeah baby, just like that.” he moaned, already closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip. you smirked and took his cock inside your mouth, stroking with your hands where you could not reach, rolling your tongue and bobbing your head while broken whimpers left his mouth. it didn’t take him long, face turning red, moaning “fuck— gonna cum princess, so good, making me feel in heaven.” at his praises you decided to move deeper, gagging on his length and increasing the speed of your movements, until you felt a bitter liquid go down your throat.

you swallowed it all, opening your mouth and showing him your empty mouth, making him smile “such a good baby, all for me.” he helped you get up from the floor, you felt your knees sore but before you could even realize it, gyuvin had pulled you in another kiss, this time deeper and more passionate “now i should reward you for being so good and gorgeous, how about me eating you out?”

and lord, you never knew someone could be so good with his tongue.

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can i req like xavier x reader where theyre rivals but readers liked xavier for a while now but xavier has no clue. xavier always teases reader when he gets the opportunity to yk but one day he has been like avoiding reader/not talking to them for some reason and reader confronts him abt it

“Fuck.” You hissed as your arrow embedded itself just a little to the left of the bullseye where as Xavier’s whistles through the air and hits it dead on. “Aww is wittle y/n loosing their touch?” You grunted in response at his teasing as you reached for another arrow and began to knot it back until it was level with your cheek and the string was straining against your fingers. Xavier chuckled at your inherent annoyance towards your recent string of losses recently.

Which was a little out of the ordinary for you as Xavier knew that once you had been given a bow and arrow or a foil, you were suddenly poised with a precision and persistence that was unmatched; So much so that it gave birth to your long running rivalry with Xavier Thorpe. “Be annoyed all you want but it ain’t going to clear up your sudden performance issues, but that’s none of my concern if it keeps handing me easy wins over you.” He cheeked as he went for another arrow, knotting it back perfectly till it reached his cheek and his hazel eyes were locked onto the target before him.

God why did you have to like the prick? Sure he was a conventionally attractive male with silky golden brown hair that framed his face to perfection no matter what style he had it in, whether it be up in a bun, a classic ponytail or just left to cascade to his shoulders like a chocolate waterfall. His hazel eyes were like an enchanted forest that held more mystery, more wonder, mischief and so much more within them that it enticed your curiosity into exploring all his beautiful eyes have to give. His face was as though constructed by porcelain, crafted by the skilfully steady and careful hands of an artist as they poured everything into Xavier’s creation; as an artist himself, Xavier often fails to see the masterpiece that stares back at him most days.

“I’d really appreciate it you would kindly put the same amount of focus as you do me onto the target, people might think you have a crush on me with your less then subtle staring.” You stiffened at Xavier’s words, forcing yourself into remaining composed as to not further give him more leverage over you easily also reminding of yourself that Xavier was merely teasing, he wasn’t as observant when his headspace was in a more competitive state. “Only in your dreams Thorpe, who in their right mind would ever have a crush on the likes of you?.” You scoffed, looking away from him and back at the targets set in a line up in front of you. “Since we’re on the topic of dreams, I bet I’m in yours quite often aren’t I?”

His words took you off guard as your arrow slipped from your fingers and flew past the intended target and found itself a new home within the bark of the tree that some vampires had took refuge under, just a ways away from your archery range. “Sorry!” You yelled out to them as they scrambled away in fright. “Try aiming for the target next time, weirdo.” One of them muttered as they shoulder checked you on their way back to their dorms, the fun having been ruined for them. You cringed, embarrassed and ashamed of your seemingly lack of control over your own self over some stupid fucking crush, whom -by the way- was currently laughing his ass off beside you so hard that his eyes were watering and his cheeks were reddening by the second.

“Holy shit! You almost found yourself a new target between that vampires eyes!” Xavier exclaimed as he tried to wipe away the tears that just kept coming, laughing himself into such hysterics that he had to sit down on the ground in fear of collapsing from it. As cute as his laughter was, you told yourself that he wasn’t laughing with you but more so at you for your mistake which made a familiar pang go off within your chest as you hastily put away your bow and arrow before you could accidentally hurt someone with it, as you then decided that it would be best that you took a step back from your extracurricular for now until your head cleared.

Seeing that you had already started walking away from the archery range, Xavier immediately sobered up from his laughter and began to put away his own bow and arrow before choosing to follow after you, conceded that he might’ve pushed the boundaries a little bit too far. This was never an issue before but something was obviously off and Xavier believed that he was heavily to blame for your recent changes.

“Hey! Where you going?” He called out, worried.

“I’m not feeling well, alright? Besides a walk in the woods will help clear my head.” You responded, not bothering to look over your shoulder at him.

Xavier stared at your retreating figure as though you told him that Ajax can suddenly do math and read time before crossing his arms over his chest, “uh huh, then tell me this genius, how is a walk in the woods going to help you feel better? Shouldn’t you let me help you back to your dorm if of you felt ill?” You knew he was only concerned for your well-being and all but you couldn’t help but let your irritation slip into your words that hurt you as much to say them as it did for Xavier to hear them.

“It’ll allow me to get away from you for starters. So stop acting like you care about me when I know you don’t. It’s annoying, go bother someone else and be out of my way will ya?” Before you could allow Xavier a chance to speak nor gauge his reaction, you bolted into the woods out of cowardice towards your emotions, guilt for hurting him and shame for not being strong enough to peruse what you want, for you knew he didn’t want you.

It’s been a couple of days since then and every time you’ve tried to apologise to Xavier for your unnecessary words, he would brush past you as though he didn’t see you or avoid you all together; He didn’t dare look at you nor acknowledge you whenever you went to the archery range or participated in your shared fencing class and instead played claimed that he was sick or had promised another person to be their sparing partner and bailed not long after that. It hurt, you had to admit, but deep down you knew that his attitude towards you were a justified response to how cruel you were to him by pushing him away when all he was doing was trying to help you.

Even during lunch period Xavier didn’t make himself comfortable at your table and helped himself to some portions of your lunch nor rest his head atop of yours to alert you of his presence when you were waiting to go inside the classroom, he didn’t playfully trip you up when you were looking for a seat before begrudgingly offering up the one next to him. Instead he just seemed more focused on his art and only ever offered up the spare seat next to him to the likes of Ajax, Enid or Wednesday. Again this hurt but you made due with the damage you’ve delt by sitting by yourself at the back of the class and not bothering to engage with the lesson like you use to if it meant not having to butt heads with Xavier.

You didn’t deserve his forgiveness and you made peace with the fact that your former relationship may never repair. However the longer he remained steadfast in his silence and ignorance towards your existence, the more you were forced to recognise how much you adored being in his presence and endured his teasing if it meant having him feel comfortable around you to be physical in said teasings. You missed his sweet smile when he managed to get under your skin and the stupid glimmer in his eye that he got whenever he was about to take the piss out of you.

You missed all of it and you wanted it back desperately. After having allowed this to have continued as long as it had, you decided that now is the best time to confront Xavier and hopefully make amends. With reconciliation as your primary objective, you made your way to where you knew Xavier would be when he was ever lost within the vast expanse of his head and waited nearby until you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. “Y/n? What’re you doing here, I thought I was just a mere annoyance to you.” Xavier said bitterly, hurt lacing his eyes and you recoiled at the harshness of his tone. “If you’ve only come here to reinforce that statement then it probably be better if you just leave.” He added when you hadn’t had anything to say and was about to enter his set shed when you quickly stepped in front of him, holding him still by the biceps.

“Xavier, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I just- it’s true I didn’t think you’d care about me considering our rivalry but I just couldn’t accept the fact that maybe somewhere deep down that you do care for me genuinely and it scared me of what that could mean for us later down the line and-“ you paused as your mind raced for the right words while your body was racked with all the emotions you’ve wanted to let out ever since getting to know Xavier. “You decided that in order to save yourself from being hurt, you push me away from ever getting too close to you.” Xavier finished for you as you just hummed in agreement, never letting your eyes look into his disappointed face.

Xavier sighs as he then begins to chuckle before bringing you tightly to his chest, his head resting whether it could fit. “You fucking doofus. Of course I care deeply about you!” He cried, “so to hear you say those words that day, they hurt me deeply because I cared so much about what you think of me, all the time. ‘If I practiced harder will y/n notice me?’ Or ‘if I forced myself to be within y/n’s presence, would they start to seek out my company out of their own accord?’ And other shit like that.” You looked into his eyes and saw that he was smiling softly at you, his hair cascaded between you two like a curtain so that your only focus would be each other.

“Really?” You asked and Xavier only chuckled once more as he pressed his forehead into yours, “really, really.” He hummed, “but you have to repay the time we spent apart from one another. How about a date in my art shed later on tonight sound to you?” You tightened your grip on him as you nuzzled back into his warm body heat, sighing dreamily. “That sounds more then perfect.”

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