#<-playing with putting down colors first and lining afterwards

[hoofpeet]

whatever

[bettyfrommars]

Santa Comes Once a Year

biker!eddie x fem!reader

I had a request from the amazing @idkidknemore for "biker Eddie dressed up as Santa, railing reader on his motorcycle sleigh" and I also wanted some Eddie as Santa action for the Holiday Prompt Party I am doing with @allthingsjoeq he is not a mall Santa in this, but still.

wc: 2.7k

18+ONLY, smut, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, talk of cheating (on Mrs. Claus), roleplay, creampie, fingering, bit of spanking, ton of cliche phrases, sexualizing Santa, secret sex I guess? but it's just pretend, semi-public sex if you squint.

summary: you go to the Lighted Farm Implement show for the first time with Robin and Oliver to see what Eddie and Steve have cooked up for the parade. Afterwards, Santa takes you back to his place in his towtruck sleigh and wants to give you some cream with your cookies.

author's note: This can absolutely be enjoyed as a smutty standalone, but some elements of I'm on Fire are mentioned, including Robin raising Steve's son Oliver with him since he was a baby, and the fact that biker Eddie runs his own towing/mechanic business.

This was your first time attending the night time Lighted Farm Implement parade in Hawkins, and you weren’t sure what that even meant until Robin explained it to you.

“You know, Farm Implements. They decorate them with Christmas lights and throw candy for the kids.”

For some reason, all you could picture were shovels and snippers dancing through the street like some magical Beauty and the Beast scene.

Robin’s cheeks were rosy and she had Oliver in her arms, a navy Columbia fleece zipped up to her chin.  Mother and son each had matching, fuzzy blue ear muffs on.  She noticed your confused expression as the three of you walked up the street from where you parked. 

“Tractors, backhoes, dumptrucks, cement mixers,” she gave a few examples and your face lit up in recognition.  “There will also be buses, a few 18-wheelers, and a tractor bed with the Mayor on it.”

The big, shiny black tow truck from Munson’s Garage was in the parade too, and you were curious to see what Eddie and the guys had done to it.  Your boyfriend had been asked to dress as one of the Santa’s that year, and you’d switched evenings at the Velvet Hammer with Jackie just so you could witness this miracle of the season, being that Eddie wasn’t a huge fan of Christmas. 

He mostly did it for Oliver, to see the wonder on his face when Santa knew his name, and that year specifically, he was doing it for you.  He wanted to impress you by being the star of the show.  

Everyone from town lined the streets and cheered as the Hawkins high school band trumpeted down the lane to officially begin the parade with cheerleaders punching pompoms in the air at the front. Robin put Oliver down and you all moved through the crowd to get closer to the action. .

 Behind the band was a green John Deere bulldozer all decked out in colorful bulbs and an arc of gingerbread people up the back.  The owner of the local grocer drove a 1945 Chevy truck with Christmas trees in the back and a person dressed like an elf in the passenger seat tossing out chocolate bars.  A few skidded close to Oliver and he lurched to grab them with an excited scream. 

Each vehicle had its own music playing, and the next yellow backhoe with a santa in the bucket and adorned with snowflake lights was blaring Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee.  They threw some lollipops out, and this time you rushed to snatch a few for Ollie so that he wouldn’t have to go too far out into the street.

You were distracted watching the mammoth equipment vehicle pass when you heard Oliver screech and point, “Daddy!”

Your head snapped and there was Eddie’s tow truck, blinking with what seemed like a billion white twinkle lights with a pine wreath on the grill, and a person hanging off the side of the truck dressed as…a goat? Or was it Father Time?

Oliver recognized Steve immediately, and when he spotted his son, he jumped down from the step up to the cab with a sack of candy in his hand and came jogging over.  As he got closer, you tried to make out his costume, but came up with nothing.  He was wearing his typical biker attire with his Coffin Kings leather cut on over a hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, but the faux beard he had on was long and thin down to his belly button, and it was gray, not white.  He wore sunglasses and a black fedora.

He ran to give Ollie the bag of candy while the tow truck rolled by at a snail pace.  

“Are you Biker Santa?” You asked, sneaking a look at the sexy Santa in a red hat behind the steering wheel of the tow who was waving to get your attention.  You blew Eddie a kiss and he made the gesture of catching it in the air.  

Steve held his arms out as he trotted backwards to get back on his ride.  “I’m one of the guys from ZZ Top!” He shouted, as if it should’ve been obvious.

You shared a look with Robin.  “Don’t ask,” she mumbled.  

They were towing a wrecked car behind them with what appeared to be four reindeer holding cans of beer, each hanging out a window.  The song Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer played cheekily from speakers that were mounted on the lift.  

All three of you cheered and screamed for the rest of the show, and by the time two clowns in tiny toy trucks brought up the rear, you felt a warm body press up against your backside and you tilted your head back into the squish of a white, fluffy beard.

“Ho ho ho,” Eddie whispered against the shell of your ear making your body tingle from the warmth of his breath.  “I hear you’re the naughtiest girl in town.”

He stepped away and tapped Ollie on the shoulder, taking on a deep, jolly voice.  “And who is this good little boy?”

Oliver had the white stem of a sucker sticking out of his mouth when he turned.  “Oh hi Uncle Eddie,” he managed, sucking back purple saliva.

Eddie straightened to full height, his eyes falling on Robin with a blink of sadness, but she only shrugged.  “He’s getting wise to the world, what can I say?”

You turned to melt into your boyfriend’s chest, feeling the bit of padding he had on his belly under the soft faux fur accents of his red velvet coat.  There was a little jingle bell on the end of his Santa hat, and you flicked it with your finger.  You pushed him back through the crowd, off to the sidewalk and into the shadows, making him back up as you went.

“So,” you made sure no one was around before you slid your hand between his legs.  “Is this the official Yule Log, or are you just happy to see me?”

You could barely find his mouth under the synthetic mustache, and then you giggled and sputtered on a stiff Santa hair.  

He yanked the beard down with a tug of his fist, stretching the elastic band that held it in place,  so that it was under his chin and pulled you in again, returning your kiss so deep that a small groan escaped you.  

“You wanna get out of here?” he said in a rush, and then he nudged your nose with his.  “Come sit in my sleigh with me?”

Steve was reunited with his family by then, with Oliver up on his shoulders, and you checked to see the three of them head off in the opposite direction, possibly to Robin’s car.  You were all planning to meet back up at their place to make cookies in an hour, so you had a window of time.

Back in the cab of the  tow truck that was parked down the street, Eddie pulled the pillow stuffing out from under his coat and flipped the heat on high, but it almost wasn’t needed because the makeout session that ensued made the windows fog up.  You took his hat and beard off and tossed them on the dash so that you could finally have your hands around that face that you loved so much, squirming to get closer to him.  He had his hair tied up in the back and you released the band so that his locks fell around his shoulders.  

“If I’d known this would get you going baby, I would’ve put the beard on earlier,” he huffed.

You flicked your tongue out to tease him a few times.  “I need you inside of me, Santa.  No one will know, it will be our secret,” and you were just about to kick your leg over to straddle his lap when you both realized that there were people walking right next to the vehicle on the sidewalk.  

“Let’s get out of here, Mistress,” Eddie kissed your cheek.  “Take this back to the garage, finish what we started.”

You sat back, giving him a raised brow as he shifted the monster vehicle into gear.  “Oh, you think I’m just going to give it up when and wherever you want?”

“I think you’ll do whatever I tell you to do,” he said over his shoulder, watching for traffic before pulling into the street.  “I’m Santa.”

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You sat right next to him the whole way there, like lovers do, with his hand on your thigh.  He still had the wrecked car with the beer-guzzling reindeer statues inside, so he was careful on the turns, while festive bystanders honked and waved.

At the Munson Garage compound, Eddie thought he would unhook the wrecked car from the crane, but there wasn’t time for that—he could feel your arousal dampening your jeans.  Parking in the furthest garage would have to do.  

“Get over here, naughty girl,” he licked his lips and opened his Santa jacket to reveal two black suspenders over a white t-shirt, and then he undid the suspenders to move his hand down to fist himself.

Your boots were off and your jeans at your knees when the sight of the tip of his glistening pink tip freed from his wholesome attire made you pause to touch yourself, putting your back against the opposite door with your legs spread so he could watch.

It was dim in the roomy cab of the truck, but Eddie could still see the wet spot on your red underwear where you worked your fingers and he bit out a curse.

“You heard me,” his tone was stern.  “I said get that beautiful ass over here and sit on Santa’s cock.”  

You didn’t bother taking your underwear off as you kicked your jeans away and scrambled over, giggling when he pushed his red pants down a bit more to show the mistletoe print on his boxers.  Your head hit the roof of the cab, but then you were finally squatting in his lap, teeth hitting as you fumbled into position.

He was quick to reach down between the two of you and move your panties to the side so that he could rub his knuckle up and down your slippery clit.

He puffed out a chest full of air.  “Goddamn was it the beard or the whole thing?”

“Just you,” you lifted up, pushing his hair back to cup your hands on either side of his throat.  “I’ve been aching for you all night, Santa. Waiting for you to come down my chimney.”

Eddie shivered, reaching to line his tip up with you. “Why is this so hot, holy shit,” he chuckled softly.

But then he was inside of you, and you sank down an inch with a cry, arousal dripping down his length.

His mouth pressed into the side of yours. “Did you miss me all year? You want to be a bad girl for me now?”

“That’s why you come to my house, isn’t it Santa?” You gasped.  “Because you want to fuck me? I’m your favorite.”

Eddie hissed and threw his head back as you bottomed out.  You could feel the faux fur from the top of his pants ticking your taint.  “You know I always come back for you, because you take me so good, fuck—-” 

You rocked your hips, squeezing that important muscle as you went.  “Better than Mrs. Claus?”

Eddie gripped your ass and pulled your cheeks apart with his strong, calloused fingers, thrusting up to meet  you, smacking against your wetness.  “Better than anyone, fuck.  I dream about this all year.  Landing my sleigh in Hawkins so I can bury myself in your tight, wet cunt.”

You were both breathing heavy, sweat trickling down your necks, while a few snow flurries danced into the garage. 

You reached a hand down to work two fingers at your clit.  Every word you said was against his lips:  “I want some cream with my cookies, please Santa.”

“Yeah?” Eddie huffed, rolling his hips in his seat so that you could feel every inch of his cock, making you whine a string of obscenities.  “What else do you want, huh? You want me to fill you up all night, so my cream drips out of you on Christmas day?”

He spanked your asscheek with a thwack and you arched back.  “Yes Santa, please, ruin me so I only fuck myself to thoughts of you.”

“I’m about to cum,” Eddie breathed, and your mouths met in a frenzy of tongues and moans. He could feel you throb around him.  

“So soon, Santa?” You teased.

“Shhhhh,” he took hold of your throat and planted his booted feet to thrust up into, taking you for a ride.  

You put your forehead to his and bounced a few more times, and then you froze, mouth open in a silent scream as the wave began to crash.

“That’s my baby,” he held you in that position and continued to buck up to bury himself inside over and over.  “Cum for Santa, let me feel it.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you exploded around him, whimpering and twitching. 

The back of your heel kicked up and accidentally flipped a switch on the dash, making all of the Christmas lights on the truck blaze on, and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer blared from the speakers.  

You clung to Eddie while he came, shuddering at how good it felt but also

In a few seconds, you were both grinning, shoulders bobbing with laughter as the song seemed to herald in your mutual releases.

The windows of the cab were completely fogged up, and between that and the music, neither of you heard anyone enter the garage until there was a bang on the driver’s side door.  

“What the—?” Eddie scowled, and you were already scampering off of him, snatching clothing from the floorboard to cover yourself.

Eddie tucked himself back into the huge wet spot on his pants and wiped condensation off of the glass so that he could see who it was.  He was about to be angry, thinking it was one of the other mechanics about to give him shit or try to get a peek at you

but it was Steve.

The truck was lifted and the windows up too high for him to see in, but still Eddie checked to make sure you were decent before he rolled the window down.  He leaned over to switch off the lights and the music.  You gave a nod as you wrapped your coat around your waist.  

“Hey,” Eddie wiped some hair out of his face, trying to act casual.  “What up? Everything okay?”

Steve had his long beard in his hand, hugging himself, shivering against the cold, with the fedora pulled snug to his ears.  “Did you forget you were going to give me a ride?  I just walked halfway across town. Slipped and fell on the fucking ice twice.”

Eddie dropped his forehead to his fist.  “Shit sorry man I—-why didn’t you go with Robin?”

“Because I told her I was riding back with you to unhook the rig,” Steve sounded annoyed, teeth chattering, and you didn’t blame him, but still you stifled a giggle into your arm. 

“Tried to call Astrid from a payphone, and she’s not answering, so now I’ve got blisters from these stupid elf boots that Robbie made me buy.”

Eddie pulled his lips in over his teeth to contain his amusement.

“It’s not funny, dude,” Steve said, but then he caught a glimpse of you in the cab and you gave an apologetic grimace.  “Oh okay, I get it. Forgiven. But can we get this shit over with so we can get out of here? Robin doesn’t know how to work an oven and she’ll probably burn the place down before we get there.”

Eddie stretched across the cab to kiss you.  “Stay in here, keep warm.  I’ll put the Chevelle around when we’re done.”

“Go help your ZZ Top elf, Kris Kringle,” you shoved him playfully, but then he held his face there and hummed until you kissed him again.

You pulled your jeans up, eager to keep Santa’s gift from spilling out.  

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[artificialbreezy]

Please please please please more dom! Noah. You seem to know bdsm well from looking at old posts on your blog and I just love your take on everything

girl i had too much fun with this. it’s kinda. a long one. buckle up

nsfw under the cut

• “You’re so pretty, baby. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

• “I know you can’t reach that; why not ask for help little one?”

• Lots of hugs from behind

• Idk man i just feel like he’d be needy but not like needy in a bad way. Needy as like, he wants to be near you all the time (except when the workaholic parts of him are front and center)

• I don’t think he’d would like neglect you when he’s working on an album but i definitely see him being a little distant

• Like he wouldn’t plan dates as often or his calls would be later than usual

• but when you were at his house he’d have you with him while he's working. Showing you what he's working on.

• He gets in his head sometimes, he needs a reminder from his partner that he’s okay.

• That he’s loved and he’s never a bother to you

• He is 100% a dom

• Sometimes a mean dom, sometimes a soft dom. I feel it really depends on the day

• Like did he wake up annoyed with the world? Mean dom Noah is heeerrreee

• Did he wake up and look over at his little baby and just stare in awe? Soft dom day.

• Let's talk about soft dom Noah first

• i definitely think daddy and sir are the most common names he chooses to go by

• I mean cmon listen to his lyrics, he's got that whole hierarchy thing going on.

• size kink = daddy kink

• they go hand in hand for noah

• he’d put his hand on your stomach and say “can feel myself in your tummy baby. taking my cock so well”

• the first time you call him daddy is when he’s just being relentless, you have tears in your eyes and you don’t have any thoughts just “daddy please”

• man would lose it internally. he didn’t know he’d like that, that much. but here he is.

• “what was that baby? say it again for me yeah? can you do that? can you say it again for daddy?”

• now punishments for dom noah? they range from writing lines to harsh spanks to overstimulation

• his favorite is overstimulation bc seeing you cry from all the pleasure he’s giving you really gets him going

• “awe baby cmon, you know daddy only gives good girls what they want. beg for it.”

• if he’s gonna spank you, he’s gonna do it when you’re least expecting it. he doesn’t want to give you time to prepare. he wants your raw emotions right then and there

• he’ll be sitting on the couch all spread out and you’ll walk by and he’ll just grab you and pull you over his lap

• “ya know why i’m doing this right baby?”

• if you DONT respond he’d send a warning hit that causes a big jolt

• “that’s a warning, now answer me.”

• when you miss count he stops and sends a lil warning smack to your pussy. “start over angel, you know the rules. where’d my good girl go?”

• now let’s get into the soft dom every day Noah that’s outside of the bedroom

• big ✨daddy✨vibes

• he loves watching you color while he plays his game.

• warms his heart to see you on his bed with a stuffed animal next to you and a big ole coloring book in front of you

• really warms his heart to see your tongue hanging out of your mouth a lil bc you’re so focused on your picture

• whenever your done with it, he hangs it up on his wall bc “awe baby look at this! you’re a natural artist!”

• he loves taking you on little picnic dates.

• he’ll get you dressed in your cute little dresses and pack your favorite lunch and hold your hand the whole way there and then take you to the park afterwards bc he knows you love the swings

• he 100% fills up your cups

• need more soda? absolutely not “daddy said you need water now angel. don’t argue”

• and you’d pout a lil bit at the end of the day you know he just wants what’s best for you and your health

• he LOOOOVES when you drag out his name when you want something

• “daaaaaddddyyyyy”

• he’d just smile down at you “what do you need little one? how can i help you?”

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

The previous chapter:

Pt.3

So...this was normal right? Steve wasn't surprised anymore at his new normal. Should it surprise him that a woman in a wedding dress is sitting across from him in the back room of his shitty 9-5? Probably. But it doesn't. He doesn't know what to do with her though. She hasn't said a word, just keeps staring at him with large wet eyes. He zeroes in on her necklace. She's fiddling with it, twirling it around. It kind of reminds him of Eddie's guitar pick necklace but the colors are different. A mixture of yellow and blue and red.

It's getting a little too silent for his liking.

"Can you tell me your name?" Steve asks her as softly as he can.

"L-Lydia"

"Do you have a last name? Any family in town?"

"Well haha," she cuts off with a laugh. "You could say that." Her blue eyes almost seem to narrow afterwards like she's trying to read his mind. He hopes she doesn't have powers like El he can't exactly explain away anything more. She looks so familiar, if she was younger she'd look exactly like his mother as a child. He runs through a list of girls he's hooked up with and is thankful none of them have dropped off surprise babies. I mean could you imagine? Him? With kids while he's this young? Ha! Laughable.

...it's his dream.

"Can you tell me what you're doing here? I mean I don't understand why you asked for me." He tries not to think of the obvious white frilly elephant in the room.

"I'm in trouble and you were the first name I thought of."

Trouble?

"Your fiance? He hurt you?" He starts to push himself off the couch feeling overly protective of this girl. "And I know him? He mentioned me?" His fists clench.

"No! No! No! Not that kind of trouble I'm ok really!" She looks bashful now like she's embarrassed but she's looking at him with pride in her eyes. "Can you sit down again?"

She grabs his hands.

"I am here to help you Steve Harrington. I need you to trust me."

"I don't understand."

"I know how to stop Vecna."

His blood runs cold.

"No." He rips his hands out of hers. "Who are you? What are you? ROBIN!"

"No! Please! I'm here to help. You have to believe me!"

He can hear Robin outside arguing with a second voice.

"I'm from the future," she grabs him again trying to put her entire weight on him to stop him from leaving. "I'm not from the Upside Down I'm here to help!"

She's almost backing him up by the door, her eyes frantic.

"Please I thought you of all people would believe me!" She clinging onto him for dear life. He can't breathe. It can't be back. He was naive to think it was over.

The back door opens behind him and they both tumble to the floor.

"Woah, Stevie, the other girls weren't good enough you had to go for the married ones?" Eddie cackles from above him.

Lydia snaps her head up at the sound of his voice. Her entire face going pale. She looks nauseous.

"I have to go." She states seriously

"Wait! No! You-" she pushes past them and runs out of the store.

"Wow" Eddie says "I've never had that kind of reaction from a girl before."

"Shut it Munson call a code red."

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Lydia is at the Diner in town sipping on a chocolate milkshake when a familiar mop of hair approaches her.

"Hey"

She turns her head slowly at the sound, eyes glassy. She feels numb. Reality setting in. It played out differently in her head, she doesn't know what she should've expected. Her Pa to magically remember her? Years before she was even born? Before her parents even got together? She huffs out a breath and turns towards the voice that dares to interrupt her wallowing. What she's not expecting is to be face to face with her uncle. Well...face to shoulder...he's shorter at this age.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah holy shit is right!" Her Uncle Dustin looks upset, a little frown line forming between his brows. "You need to come with me."

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Hi guys! How're you liking this? It's the one thing I look forward to writing when I get off work. My schedule only has me writing small chapters sorry. I also have the ending already written before the rest.🫣 Please interact with this!!! I love reading your comments :)

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[chvoswxtch]

to the halloween queen, i hope this october is treating you well!! i was wondering if i could request a gut wrenching, angsty fic with billy based on paramore’s sanity?

if i call out your name, you don’t come/

no one home, but the void is loud/

echoes around my empty house/

sentences are slowing down

in all honesty, i don’t have many specifics in mind. i was thinking of an established relationship slowly but surely growing apart. to the point they eat dinner in silence, the distance between them whilst sleeping in the same bed grows more and more…in other words, i am asking you to break my heart!

i go by she/her pronouns and they can be used!

<3 thank you, take care, and ily <3

oh my darling sweet nonnie, you definitely came to the right place. I hope october has been kind to you, bc i'm about to break your heart as requested. i'll be here with tissues afterwards 🖤

warning: swearing, slight mention of alcohol, heavy angst word count: 1.4k

sanity.

no one home, but the void is loud / echoes around my empty house

The white noise of bustling traffic was muffled by the dull roar of an icy midnight breeze slowly fading in the background. Through the grand floor to ceiling windows of the penthouse, you could see brilliant lights twinkling in a kaleidoscope of colors, vehicles zipping by in a flash in various directions, and masses of people navigating the city by heart. Outside, New York City was clamoring proudly with life.

But in the emptiness of the penthouse, it was so silent and still that the sound of fresh snow hitting the glass was as loud as thunder cracking across the sky.

In a place that more than three million people called home, you had never felt more alone. Standing in front of the expansive windows with the chill radiating through the glass nipping at your nose and cheeks, you felt completely numb and simultaneously like an open wound at the same time. It didn’t always feel this cold.

Last year at this exact same time, this place still felt like home. You could still feel the heat from the flames dancing in the fireplace licking at your skin while the golden glow of the fire created a warm and comforting ambiance in the living room. You could still taste the richness of hot cocoa caressing your tongue, and still hear the sound of Billy’s heartbeat playing in your ear while your head rested on his chest as the two of you admired the tree you had put up together from the couch. Billy had insisted on going all out since he had never really celebrated the holidays before due to growing up in the system. 

In a moment of sincere vulnerability while you were teaching him your special recipe for chocolate chip cookies, Billy had revealed to you that you were the first person he’d ever had to make the holidays feel special. It had been such a big deal to him to make sure everything was perfect, and it made your heart swell like a balloon in your rib cage seeing the childlike happiness on his face as the two of you celebrated together.

That special time now felt like a lifetime ago.

Now, there was only the scent of stale ash in the fireplace, and the absence of Billy’s holiday spirit lingering along the mantle and in the corner of the living room.

You weren’t sure exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the line, something changed. Billy no longer stopped by your work because he was “in the neighborhood” and just wanted to see you. Conversations became shorter and shorter at dinner until it reached the point of the two of you eating in deafening silence, and then ultimately you found yourself eating alone. Billy no longer wrapped himself around you in bed like a security blanket, and instead you found an ocean between you that kept growing wider and wider until you were stranded in the middle of it alone struggling to keep your head above water. He began to travel more, spent longer hours at the office, and lately would go days without speaking to you at all.

There was no more playful banter and flirtatious teasing in crowded spaces. It had been five months since you and Billy had gone on an actual date, and he had barely touched you in three.  On the rare occasion that he made it home at a decent hour, he ignored your passionate advances and locked himself away in his home office. You and Billy used to not be able to keep your hands off one another, and now you couldn’t even get him to give you a simple peck on the cheek. You couldn’t even remember the last time that he had told you he loved you.

For the past few months, there was a heavy sense of grief weighing on your heart like liquid cement almost as if Billy had died. He would appear suddenly, and then vanish right before your eyes even quicker like an apparition. He barely acknowledged your presence when you called out to him, as if you were the ghost lingering around. The last time you had reached for his hand, it was cold and stiff like that of a corpse. You fought defiantly against the stage of acceptance and refused to admit to yourself that your relationship was decaying in the grave. Instead you remained stubbornly stuck in a purgatory of mourning for the Billy you had fallen in love with, feeling haunted by your own foolish hope and his lingering presence in your heart.

Denial plagued you for months as you frantically tried everything to resuscitate the pulse in your relationship. You changed your hair a few times and put more effort into your outfits and appearance, which consistently went unnoticed by Billy. You planned romantic dates and elaborate getaway trips that he instantly declined. The past three times you had attempted to surprise him at the office for lunch, you couldn’t even get past his receptionist. 

Most nights you spent alone, drowning in your own agony, screaming and sobbing at the stars for answers because Billy wasn’t there to provide them. In moments of over indulgence from the built in bar, you nearly gave into your desperation and participated in the reckless thoughts intrusively entering your head that you were absolutely sure would capture Billy’s attention. But then the epiphany that you felt like you had to put yourself in a dangerous situation just for him to notice you again would shatter your soul into a thousand jagged pieces.

Had you done something to make Billy become so distant? Was he going through something he felt he couldn’t talk to you about? Did he love you at all anymore? Was there someone else? 

That last question made you violently nauseous. The not knowing what was happening with Billy drove you absolutely fucking mad, and you tried every method you could think of to stop the hemorrhaging to salvage what the two of you had. 

But eventually, the weight of the blood staining your hands was impossible to ignore, and the tone of a flatline rang loudly in your ears. The heaviness you felt was a clear sign that there was no longer life left in what you and Billy had created together, and the warm thrum of a pulse would never be found again.

You didn’t bother to tell Billy that you were leaving. The eulogy had already been engraved on the headstone months ago, you just couldn’t bring yourself to read it. Taking one last glance around the penthouse that had been your shared home, all you could think about was the day you first moved in. Everything had looked so bright, felt so warm and inviting, and Billy had been ecstatic to share a home with you. He had told you that you were what made the place feel like home, and in a moment of candor entrusted you with the sentiment of how happy it made him to finally have someone to come home to.

But now as you stood in the middle of the living room in the dark, it just felt cold and empty. Billy had been gone for two weeks on a business trip and was supposed to return home tomorrow, but this time you wouldn’t be there waiting by the door to welcome him back. After finally finding the strength to face the heartbreaking truth of your reality, you had spent the past twenty-four hours removing every trace of your existence. There was only one last thing to erase.

The devastating loss had left your heart maimed, and the memories of Billy’s touch afflicted phantom bruises onto your skin. It was time to tend to your own wounds and mend the parts of you that had been broken by him. After one final look around, you placed the handcrafted engagement ring on the kitchen island like a rose on a coffin as a silent goodbye and quietly disappeared into the depths of midnight.

tags: @nolita-fairytale @thyme-in-a-bubble @mars-rants-a-lot @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @topperthornton

[kinnbig]

this is going to sound like a dumb question, but hi! i happened to stumble over your coloring tutorial from back in february, and i was wondering how did you managed the linear transition to show the difference between the of scene and the one you edited. thank you so much for your time.

✨ gif transitions using clipping masks and keyframes ✨

hi!! it’s not a dumb question at all, thank you for asking! I think this is the gif you mean, from my gif colouring tutorial. to do the transition I used clipping masks and keyframes - full explanation beneath the cut!

(I apologise in advance if any of this is confusing - to be honest I worked this out by just fucking around and guessing on photoshop, so it took me a little while to reverse-engineer my steps to work out what I did lol - but I hope it makes sense!)

so the first step is to make your gifs. you need two - one coloured and one uncoloured, saved separately. make sure that they are both the exact same number of frames, and that they're both running at the same frame-rate.

load both gifs into photoshop and put them in timeline mode. then copy the uncoloured gif and paste it onto the same timeline as your coloured gif, with the uncoloured gif on top. like this:

next, add a layer that is just a white rectangle of the same size and shape as your gif. my rectangle tool is hidden in a secret pop up menu attached to my line tool, for some reason:

put this rectangle layer between the coloured and uncoloured gif layers, and then clip the uncoloured gif layer to this rectangle by right-clicking on the uncoloured gif in the layers panel and selecting 'create clipping mask'. this will automatically clip the gif to the rectangle layer beneath it.

now your layers panel should look like this:

at this point I personally hide the visibility of my uncoloured gif layer, just to make it easier to see what I'm doing. like this:

which should mean your gif just looks like a white rectangle. this seems wrong but it's not!!

and now we need to fuck around with keyframes. basically what we're doing is telling the rectangle to move out of the way while the gif is running.

to start using keyframes, click the little arrow on the left hand side of your rectangle layer in the timeline panel -

which should bring up this drop-down menu.

now, with the red timeline bar set to the very beginning of the gif, click on the little stopwatch button next to 'Position' and also 'Vector mask position'. it should put some little diamonds on the timeline, like this:

next, take your white rectangle layer and move it just off the right edge of the gif canvas, like this:

(you can't see it because it's not in the canvas, but photoshop still knows it's there!)

then move your timeline bar to about 4/5 of the way through your gif, and click on the stopwatch icons next to 'position' and 'vector mask position' again. like this:

now, if you slide your timeline bar back and forward between those two points you marked, you should see the white box moving across the gif - from its first position covering the gif, to its second position just off the canvas.

now you can make your uncoloured gif visible again - and it should look like a transition between an uncoloured and a coloured gif when you move the timeline bar around.

save as normal!!

you might want to mess around a bit with where you put those second keyframe markers depending on how long you want the completed coloured gif visible before the gif replays - just play with it and see what works for you.

sometimes I find using keyframes makes the frame-rate a bit weird when you save the gif - if that happens just save as usual and open the saved gif to fix the frame-rate afterwards.

I hope this was helpful!! lmk if you have any more questions :D

[erosjournal]

‧₊˚໒꒱ honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up... pt.1

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~ characters : leo valdez x jason grace

~ synopsis : jason, who was at that time helping out at camp jupiter, invited leo to catch up at a coffee shop. but after a while, jason got tired of leo chatting away. so he shut him up. with a kiss. he avoided him for a while, as long as he could. he wasn't ready to come to terms with his feelings. but leo couldn't shut up about it.

~ tw(s): gays? (please note that i just finished The Lost Hero, so this will mostly be based on my knowledge from there? will put more detail in AN. also ik he dies. let me enjoy my fanfic in peace. none of this is canon)

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"pipes!" leo exclaimed, anxiety brimming his voice. the girl looked up. she was flipping through a book, sitting on leo's bed, when she saw leo. he had actually took a shower, and was drying out his curls. he was holding up two shirts, one dark purple, the other a shade of gray.

"what do you want?" she grumbled, putting the book down to look at the two options.

"i'm going to go see jason today, he wants to hang out. which shirt should i wear?" he asked, pacing the floor. piper and jason had broken up a year ago, around the time the 16yo latino had developed a small crush on the blonde. ok. maybe not so small. but jason had asked him to go get coffee with him, and of course he said yes. but he was so focused on trying to win the boy over.

piper let out a small sigh, and got up, raising her eyebrows at leo. "why'd you decide on these colors?" she asked, pulling at the fabrics. leo blushed, and glanced between the colors.

"well, jason is from camp jupiter, so i thought he might like it if i wore the purple. but the gray is a very neutral color, and it looks good on me." he stumbled out, his words smashing together as he let out long lines of stutters. leo always talked fast, but when he was nervous, boy you could hardly understand him. his texan and spanish accents came out, causing his words to be even more confusing. piper had figured this out though, and was used to it.

"well, which one are you more comfortable in?" she asked, taking long looks at each shirt, each one with a graphic design on it. she looked at leo funny, since they both had puns on them. "maybe you shouldn't wear either." she answered her own question under her breath. leo sighed and tapped his foot impatiently.

"piper! i don't have anything else good to wear!" he spouted, and she smiled.

"come over to my cabin. i'll whip something up for you." she smirked, and walked out of the room, watching to see if leo would follow.

he did.

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leo was impatiently waiting outside of the coffee shop. it was a cool autumn day, the breeze flowing in and out of the place, the smell of cinnamon and sugar wafting out. piper had shoved him into a dusty maroon sweater, and washed out jeans. jason had gifted him a fidget spinner for his birthday, so that's what he was playing with to keep him occupied. piper had told him to text all the details afterwards, so he waited, wondering if jason would even show up.

they planned to meet at new rome, since it would be easier for jason since he was already busy. leo stood nervously, still on edge about the romans. he continued felt bad about the incident that happened when they first arrived. he kept spinning the toy, looking around for jason. he hoped he'd hurry.

a couple minutes later, leo recognized a figure walking up to him. a tall blonde wearing a blue t-shirt and sweats walked up to him, grinning. he adjusted his glasses, and took a deep breath.

"hey leo, you good?" he murmured, seeing leo fluster at him. he looked away, and nodded.

"yeah, of course. let's go in, yeah?" he said, opening the door for jason, who smiled and walked in.

it was much warmer inside, and the smell of pastries filled their noses. a pretty waitress offered them a small corner booth, and they sat down, thanking her. after a bit of silence, jason started to speak.

"so, how's everything at the camp?" he asked, flipping the menu the lady had handed him. leo blinked, registering what he'd said.

"oh, its great! percy and annabeth are on a quest right now, and me and piper have fit in greatly with our siblings. and drew has finally calmed down, and she and piper get along like best of friends. i finally hung up festus in my cabin, and all my siblings take turns polishing him, an-" leo rambled, but stopped after hearing jason breathe heavily. he stopped and sighed, watching the scar on jason's lip curl. "everything's fine." he sat back and crossed his arms defensively.

"oh... okay?" jason muttered, then shook it off. the woman came back, offering to take drink orders. jason ordered a peppermint tea and leo ordered a strawberry tea. neither of them actually wanted coffee. leo's adhd couldn't take it.

"how about you?" leo asked, eager to hear his voice. jason thought for a bit, playing with the menu again. something must've been on his mind.

"it's been fine. hazel and frank are doing well too. and... octavians shut up more." he said the last part more quietly, but looked at leo, a small smile on his lips. leo smiled back. they got their drinks minutes later, and he took long sips. they sat in silence for 5, 10 minutes, before leo decided to break it.

"um, so, why did you ask me to come here?" he asked, confused. jason put down his cup, equally confused.

"what do you mean...?" he asked.

"well, you know, i thought you wanted to talk... but it doesn't seem that way. this whole time you've been quiet." the other boy noticed, and took another sip of his drink. jason frowned.

"i just don't have anything to say." he responded, slightly agitated at leo's words.

"are you sure? because it seems more like you just don't want to talk to me. i just wanted to hang out with you!" leo yelped, shoving his arms to his sides. his accents were starting to come out, messing up his words. jason growled slightly, upset undertones coming up. he flashed an angry grimace. people started to notice their conversation.

"w-what are you talking about?" he said, using his hands for more emotion. leo rolled his eyes.

"like earlier! i was just trying to tell you about what was going on at camp, but you seemed irritated, huffing at my words. you did that thing where your lip curls when you get upset, and i thought that must've meant that you didn't want talk-"

"leo, stop, people are looking."

"no! i'm upset! jason, why won't you just have a normal conversation with me! it's like y-" leo would've continued, if he wasn't interrupted. by jasons lips.

jason had leaned over the small table, which was about a foot wide, and grabbed leo's head harshly. and shoved a kiss on him. leo gasped audibly, but stayed in the kiss, shocked. jason had his eyes closed, and they stayed like that for what felt to leo like minutes, but really it was less than a few seconds. then jason sat back, flushed. he hadn't realized what he'd just done. he stood up.

"shut it. y-you whine too much." he said, and threw cash on the table. "tell the waitress i'm paying." he muttered, and walked out of the cafe. families and campers stared at leo, but he couldn't care.

what just happened?

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jason stormed out of the cafe, and once he got outside, he ran. he heard thunder above him, but he couldn't focus on it. once he was blocks away, he stopped, leaned up against a wall, and blushed. he hid his face in his hands.

what in the hades did he just do?

"that was so stupid..." he muttered, knowing what he did was so weird. he didn't like leo. why did he kiss him? he wasn't exactly sure why he just, he just... kissed him. why didn't he just tell him to shut up again? why did he kiss him?!

with all the thoughts rushing through his head, he walked as he thought. following the road in front of him, he stumbled by a bakery called 'venus's goods'. a thought lit up in his brain, and he pulled his phone out, his hands shaking. he then proceeded to type in some numbers, and pull the phone to his ear.

"hello?" a heavy, female voice asked. jason bit his lip, and took a deep breath.

"hi pipes. i need your help." he answered.

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leo was still too stunned to figure out what was going on. he paid the bill, and apologized to the waitress. he then got up and walked outside, shaking a little. he was too surprised to react to the insult jason had thrown at him.

as he stood outside, he pressed his fingers to his lips, remembering the kiss jason had given him. he shook the thought. he pulled out his phone to call piper, but was sent straight to voicemail. he shoved his phone back in his pocket, and decided to walk a bit, let his thoughts travel.

jason had kissed me. he knew that. but was it romantic? no, it was to get me to shut up. then why didn't he just tell me to be quiet again? did jason even like me as a friend? didn't he like hearing my voice? should i shut up more often? maybe i should.. thoughts swirled around him, and it made him dizzy. he stopped at a local bakery shop with a roman goddesses name to pick up a snack, thinking that he didn't want to go back to camp half-blood yet. he needed to think.

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jason was walking around pipers cabin, avoiding the clumps of makeup and clothes on the ground. she had her mouth dropped open as she sat on her bunk.

"what do you mean you kissed him?" she exclaimed, still trying to process what had happened.

"just that! i kissed him. i did it to shut him up, but... do i like him?" he responded, flushing as he kept thinking and talking. his legs were hurting, but he needed to keep himself on his feet.

"... do you?" she asked, biting her lip. she was unbraiding and rebraiding her hair, a nervous tic she'd picked up. jason groaned and shook his head.

"i don't know! i-i mean i don't think so, but... UGH." he said, hitting his head with his palm. "i mean, he's nice, but boys? is that for me?" he said, starting to spiral and ramble himself off.

piper was a little irritated. why did she have to be the boys cupid? but she loved both of them, and tried to help.

"did you like it?" she asked, trying to pry information out of him. he froze a little, unsure how to answer.

"i... i didn't dislike it." he muttered sheepisly. she nodded, listening to what he had to say.

"would you do it again?" piper asked.

"..." jason paused. "i think so." he said. she smirked a little.

"hmm. do you want to tell him that?" she asked, fighting to not spill everything. leo trusted her, and she knew that. jason anxiously shook his head.

"no way in tartarus am i ever telling him! i don't want to ruin our friendship by saying 'oh yeah by the way leo, i wanna kiss you again'. that would be so awkward! what if he doesn't feel that way?" jason rambled, irritated since he couldn't just figure this out. he groaned, and stopped pacing.

"i'm gonna go. i need time to think." he muttered, and stood at the door. "tell a single soul and i will kill you." he responded, turning away. "i need to pay a visit to chiron, so i'll see you later" he walked out.

"uh, ok, bye jason?" piper yelled after him, unsure what just happened. of course she wouldn't tell anyone. not even leo. she sighed, and laid down on her bed, and groaned. why did she have to deal with these two boys.

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leo arrived back at camp, holding a box of pastries for him and piper, when he passed by the main house, seeing jason shake hands with chiron. he hid quickly behind a tree, waiting for jason to leave.

finally, he did, and started walking the opposite direction of leo.

"JASON! WAIT" he yelled, running after him. jason turned, with a horrid expression on his face. he turned back around and took off. he wasn't faster than leo, but could pace better. so once leo quickly grew weary, he was unable to catch up. "jason!" he yelled, one final attempt to talk to him. he needed to understand what had just happened. he found himself in front of the aphrodite cabin, and knocked on the door frame. "pipes, i need to talk to you!" he cried, shaking the pastry box.

"who is it?" she angrily groaned. he felt a little hurt, and peeped his head in.

"leo," he said, showing the box. "i brought food." she sat up quickly, and leo thought it must've been the mention of snacks.

"leo! come in!" she ran over to him, and grabbed his arm. she pulled him to sit on the bed with her. "what's up?" she asked, just a little too eager. he bit his lip, and looked down at his fingers, which had traces of powdered sugar on them. the box sat between them two, and piper started to open the boxes, inspecting the food. she couldn't sit through two of these without food.

"something weird happened..." he started, attempting to explain what happened with a reason. there wasn't one. piper looked at him knowingly, but stuffed her mouth with a croissant.

"what do you mean?" she asked, her words muffled through a doughy treat. he sighed.

"well, you know how i was going to go see jason...?" he recalled the situation, piper fixated on his words.

"yeah, that was all your twinkself could talk about," she teased, but stopped once she noticed the confused and serious expression on leo's face.

"while we were talking, he got mad that i was rambing on, and..." he paused, and took a deep breath, nervous to say the words. "he... he kissed me." he muttered, fidgeting with his spinner.

"hmm. how do you feel?" she asked, attempting to help her friend. he looked her in the eyes, and she could immediately read him.

"i dont know. he did it to shut me up, and told me to stop whining afterwards. i... i wanted to kiss him one day, but not like this." he said sadly, looking at his lap. piper felt a little bad, so close to admitting jasons feelings. but she held back.

"well... how did you feel about the kiss itself?" she asked, trying to keep leo in his mind about his emotions. he shook his head, and took a deep breath.

"he... he kissed me in a way that..." he paused, collecting his thoughts. "he kissed me in a way that made me understand the difference between the greek and roman fighting tactics... i... yeah" he muttered, blushing. piper was a little confused.

"what?"

"he... he gripped my hair. and held me. it was a painful kiss, yes, but it... it had..." he thought for the word. "passion?" he said sheepishly. piper fought to roll her eyes about these two simps.

"hmm, i think i understand that." she answered finally. they paused for a bit, eating away at the pastries. then she spoke up.

"do you think he did it out of romantic feelings? because that kiss doesn't seem platonic." she answered, smirking slightly. she hoped leo didn't notice.

"i dunno. he kissed me to shut me up. after a petty argument. i doubt he liked me romantically. i think i'd be able to tell." he spat. she held back, realizing this was a soft topic for leo. he didn't have much luck in the romance department. she reached her hand out, rubbing his shoulder reassuringly.

"i think everything will work out fine, ok?" she said, smiling. he nodded, wanting to believe her. he hoped she wasn't charmspeaking him.

"yeah, i hope so too."

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~ an:

hello everyone! thank you so much for reading my fics and getting this far! wow, this one was quite a long one, and there will be more parts. this is one of my fave ships. it is sorta difficult to write, without making them seem ooc. but i hope you enjoyed it, and feel free to request fics. also, remember, i am CURRENTLY reading hoo, i know a bit of what happens thought since i've read the series, but it was two years ago and i have bad memory. also, YES I DID QUOTE RWRB WHEN LEO TALKS ABT THE KISS LMAO. but i'm glad you've stuck around, thanks <3. pt.2 coming out soon!!

[oonalovesastarionssimpleplan]

I don't know if it's just me, but I have the feeling that the nastier you are - the nastier the answers in dialogues - the more uncomfortable Astarion feels. My first run's were chaotic good. Even my first Durge couldn't really be evil. And every time I've had Astarion as a romance and I've loved it. Now I've been stuck in a really bad Playthrouh for weeks and that's when it particularly caught my attention. I picked out a few moments where I expected to get approval or an even nastier line from Astarion, and was completely taken aback by his reactions.

Goblin vs Tiefling party

The most romance guides say that Astarion prefers the Goblin party. But at the party he seemed so artificial. he drinks the wine "Mhh, Delicious." Can vampires even drink wine? it seems like a performance from a guidebook.

The romance scene is the same, but a big difference is the dialogue afterwards. It doesn't take place the next morning, but that same night. He doesn't even want to sleep in her presence :D He seems tense, speaks faster and artificially.

After the Tiefling party he seem more relaxed. He speaks more confidently.

_I put a link to a comparison video below_

The Squirrel

If you kick the squirrel as a Tav you get an approval. Treating others badly is normal and shows strength. That's his worldview. But if you kick the poor thing as Durge, you get no approval and this reaction:

But then he says exaggeratedly:

"Do you always take on such terrifying foes?"

If you talk to him in Baldur's Gate, you'll find him a little sentimental.

"Gods, this is the first time in centuries I see the city in Sunlight.You can forget just how much Color there is in the World."

When you reply:

"Are you Alright?"

"Yes of course...obviously. Did you want something?" (little bitch)

But when you answer:

"Come on, we have work to do."

"Mhh? Yes, of course we do. I was just. right...Sorry...What's next?"

This answer hurt me so much that I actually reloaded. (I have a problem with emotions)

Sebastian

In the catacombs of the Szarr Palace, his emotions are understandably very changeable. But for the first time, I didn't care. As the evil Durge, I just wanted to make my vampire lover the villain and leave. However, I found the dialogue with Sebastian particularly difficult and was very surprised by Astarion's reactions to my viciousness.

After that heartbreaking reunion, Astarion realizes that it was his conquests that are now to be sacrificed and is outraged by this. However, he pushes the thought aside and only sees the ritual. Now you can either speak against that and say that he can save these people, then he answers:

"whats the point? They are as good as dead, to me they already were. Now they can serve something greater."

(Seriously. Why do I actually like this character?)

But if you say:

"Gorgeous, you're almost worse than me."

"It's just sickening. seeing them again. I dont know what else."

He doesn't know how to name the bad feeling. but he clearly feels bad.

Astarion's behavior suggests he prefers a good Tav I think, as it allows him to be the "badder" one first. When you play evil, his mask of cruelty seems to thicken. He laughs and applauds at the enslavement of gnomes, but deep down, he seems to be morally conflicted. Astarion is drawn to goodness and wants to be with someone who can balance his darker tendencies. His mask of cruelty is a defense mechanism that hides his true feelings of empathy and compassion. Being with a good Tav/Durge helps him confront his own inner demons and strive for redemption. (I think)

[nelselfships]

Shinji Hirako x Reader

one shot (smut)

⊱ ♡ f!reader, mirror sex, p0rn with little plot, around 4k words

⊱ ♡ my first nsfw one shot so if any errors please let me know!

Low jazz music was playing in the back, and people were dancing on dance floor, with colorful lights spinning around the room slowly. Some where sitting in their booths smoking and drinking alcohol. The lights were dim, but enough to see the waitress walking towards me. She was dressed in a normal bartender attire, carrying a glass of whiskey in her hand. I grabbed the drink from her, shooing her away with my free hand. Already on the fifth drink of the night getting completely wasted. Everything seemed so sluggish and perplexed, time moving by slower tonight than usual after the busy day at work you had.

I took a drink of the alcohol beverage in my cup and sighed. I sat the drink back on the table, using my finger and making circles around the rim of it. I heard foot steps walking up behind me, they started to mumble something about checking a girl out and how they totally should get it, typical guy talk. I rolled my eyes hoping that they weren’t talking about me. And to turn out, they we’re talking about you. One of the guys sat across you giving a cocky smirk. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a breath of annoyance. “No I will not fuck you and no I will not go out with you.” I looked back up at him with his smirk gone with in an instance.

“What did you say little bitch?” he had a furious tone to his voice, the smell of beer lingering out of his mouth causing me to nearly gag. I placed my hands down on the table for support to stand up and leaned over a bit. “I said i’m not here for fuck boys. Now get lost.” I slowly made my way, away from the booth. I might’ve been drunk, but I know how to keep my guard up when it’s needed. I heard footsteps charging towards me but they went to a sudden stop not a few seconds afterwards. I turned around to see some men holding him back, preventing him from doing anything rash. I waved them off and headed to the dance floor since the music beat is built up a bit more.

Everyone was on their feet moving around to the beat of the song that was playing. I joined in a long in the middle of the song, dancing as if there was no tomorrow.

The song was near at its end. I was watching the people that were all around me and started moving to the beat with my eyes closed. Bad decision, especially with so much alcohol in me, I tripped, yeah, that happened.

“Ouch! Yer okay doll face?” I lifted myself a bit off of the man that I tripped on top of. My face flushed a bit at the nickname that the stranger gave me. I pushed myself off of him, reaching out a hand to help the guy up. After helping the man, I straightened out my clothes that were scrunched up from the fall. “I’m fine, I should be asking you that question.” I gave him a small smirk and cocked a brow. The man chuckled at my response. He did the same with his attire he had on.

I got a little bit of a better look at him now that i was finally off the ground. His hair was blonde with a long straight line style. Very different from any other guy you have saw in your life, but not a bad choice in it. He had a cheeky grin and soft brown eyes. “Little pain in the head, but i’ll be alright doll. Anyways, yer have a name?” I put a strand of loose hair that was in front of my vision behind me ear. “It’s (y/n), and you?” I asked in return.

“Cute name, fits that cute face of yers. The names Shinji, so yer by yourself?” a blushed crept across my face from the compliment. “I actually came here with a few friends, but they ditched me to go hangout with some guys.” I rolled my eyes, “I see, say, wanna dance with me?” he asked holding out his hand, seeing if I would accept it or not. I shrugged my shoulders, “Sure, I don’t see what one dance could hurt.” I laughed thinking about the fall that happened earlier.

I accept his hand and he pulled me closer to him. Chest against chest, and I swore my face was redder than a tomato. Good thing the lights were dim and not bright enough to see. Our bodies were against each other, moving to the beat of the trap genre going on now. He kept me close from making anymore fall accidents. It felt, warm, being close like this… what am I thinking? I just met this stranger and i’ve already done blushed several times tonight. I slightly shook my head to myself and let loose on my thoughts again.

The song was at a end, the lights lit back up to its natural lighting, and my heart was racing fast, sweating a bit from all the movement. “Yer a natural doll face.” he winked at me, our breaths trying to catch back up to us. Yep, that broke the straw, my blush was bright and he noticed it. I chuckled a bit from the compliment, “Thanks, you’re one yourself.” I gave him a light smile. He walked up towards me, wrapping an arm around my neck.

He sticked his tongue out at me for a second and I noticed the silver ball on it. “So how bout’ I treat yer a drink?” he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head and he grabbed my hand leading me back to the booths. Looks like they got that creep to leave. I sat down beside him after we ordered what we wanted. We talked for a bit about our favorite music genres, stuff like that, and it turns out we had quite a good bit in common.

Our drinks finally arrived. I went to cross my legs, and they accidentally grazed his leg and I moved them away immediately. “I’m so sorry!” I apologized. But it didn’t take too long before he placed his hand on my thigh for a second, letting me know that I didn’t have to move away and that it was okay. I started to feel warm, my face flushed deep red, moving my thigh, back against his.

I took another sip of my whiskey, I sat the glass back down, looking over to the man now fixing his tie and the collar around his neck. The room felt too hot, I shouldn’t of drank another one. I looked at the time on my phone and it was hitting close to twelve a.m…. IT’S 12 A.M.? “Oh shit, I forgot to let my mom know I was going to be staying late, fuck.” I let out a low growl tone. He looked over at me a little worried. “She probably already locked the door and went to bed.” I let out a sigh.

“If yer want, yer can stay over my place tonight? I can understand if yer don’t want to, but I can’t just let a pretty girl sleep outside yer know?” I thought about it for a minute, and I didn’t want to disturb my mom, so I left her a little message that I would be staying at a friends house tonight, she would’ve freaked out if I told her I was going to stay at a random guys place, even though i’m grown, she still treats me like i’m young. “Sure.” I looked up at him with a smile. His smile widened as well showing his teeth. “Alright we’ll leave in a bit. My place ain’t too far from here so we can walk.” he said guzzling down the last bit of his drink. I did the same.

We finally arrived at his house. He unlocked the door inviting me in. I walked in, elegant chandeliers, and ornate furnishings exuded an air of sophistication that left me in awe. It had a sweeping staircase, high ceilings, and intricate details gave a sense of majesty and splendor that was fit for royalty. “Nice place you got.” I said slowly walking around scoping everything out. “Yeah, yer like it? Oh, let me lead you to the guest room.” He motioned me to follow him.

I walked behind him up the stairs, down the hallway on the far right, he opened the door and I followed behind him in. The room was nicely clean, and the bed comforter was made of red silk with a small sofa on the other side of the room. “Might not be the best but it beats being outside.” he laughed a bit. “Yeah,” you let out a whisper like tone. He sat down on the bed and you sat right down beside him. Legs so close to touching each other. “Oh, hey Shinji, I’ve been meaning to ask, when you sticked your tongue out earlier, I noticed you had a piercing there, why is that if you don’t mind me asking, you don’t usually see a lot of guys with that kind of stuff.” I asked, that was the dumbest thing I could’ve asked. He cocked a brow at me again.

“Oh yer curious about that? Well, I only have it for a few reasons really. I like the aesthetic of it, and plus, it gives great pleasure when yer know.” he said starting to face towards me, moving his eyes down my body. I blushed at the thought of a metal ball, rubbing down there. I started to feel hot. He saw me blushed and smirked. A low “Oh,” was all I could let out.

“Yer ever felt one?” he asked me. The heat between my legs started to feel more warm. I really did drink too much… why am I getting so turned on by the thought of what one would feel like? I shook my head to answer him. “Would yer like a demonstration?” he asks and my face definitely went to a beat red. I gripped the bed sheets under my hand and didn’t give an answer. He could tell by my actions of what I wanted by how I was reacting. “It’s a simple yes or no doll face. It’s cool if yer not comfortable with it.” he reassured me. I let out a low answer, “I’m okay with it.” you didn’t see it but you could feel that he had a grin on his face.

He placed a hand on top of mine slowly, intertwining our fingers, and took his two fingers from his other hand, placed them under my chin, and lifted my head for me to face him. I was a blushing mess, about to sleep with a person I just met. Both of our eyelids slowly closing as our faces neared each other. Our lips met not a few seconds afterward. At first it was a soft kiss, leading up to where we were fighting each other for entrance of the others mouth. I gave in and let his tongue explore. I never felt the silver ball around my tongue as well, and with each time it’s touching it, it’s sending shivers down my spine.

He moved his two fingers that were under my chin, and placed that hand on my thigh.

He bit my lip, dragging it down a bit with his teeth. The tension between us was high. I tried to held back, but I couldn’t, I let out a low, soft moan. He grinned in the kiss, and started making soft sucks and bites going down my neck, not hard enough to actually hurt me. He slid his hand that was on my thigh up more, where it was making its way under my black dress. My lips trembling a bit, wanting more than what he’s teasing me with. A whimper escaped my lips and he went to a slow stop.

“Was that a whimper I heard?” he said seductively, “Shinji… please, don’t stop.” I begged him, placing my hand on his that was on my thigh. He moved his way up to my ear whispering “Keep begging me like that and I might just go even longer to hear it some more.” he nibbled my earlobe. I let out a gasp, placing my hand on his chest. He place his hand on the fabric of my panties, rubbing it up and down slowly, feeling the wetness through it. “My my how long have you been like that? Yer completely soaked baby doll.” he said, making his way back down my neck to my collar bone. “Can’t say.” I smarted to him.

“Keep being cocky like that and maybe I won’t let yer feel it.” he smirked, I pouted as he went back to sucking on my collar bone.

He backed up and told me to stand up so he could take my dress off easily. I did as told. I covered up my upper body in embarrassment and blushed. “Yer don’t have to cover up doll face, cmon and let me see.” I lowered my hands down to the sides of my hips, and my bra and panties was exposed. I turned to face away from him, biting my lip. He was walking closer to me, he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek with it. “Yer look beautiful, no need to be embarrassed.” I looked up at him, gave him a light smile and placed my hand over his. I closed the gap between us with our lips, making a slow passionate kiss.

I was walking backwards to the bed while he was still kissing me, laying me down softly, pinning my hands above my head. The kiss was building up and my tongue made an entrance through his mouth this time. He was on top of me, sliding a leg between my thighs. I gasped from the friction of his leg pushing lightly against me there. He grinned into the kiss hearing the noise that came out of me.

He got up off of me, starting to unbutton his shirt. His slim figure was shown. My eyes were half lidded, glued onto him. Panting like a dog that’s been playing for to long. He next undid his belt, gosh the way his fingers were working around it. I blushed looking away focusing on my thoughts. After the belt was off the pants were next. He slid those down along with his boxers with nothing but pure skin showing. I looked back over at him. For a slim guy, he sure was pretty big. He dimmed the lights in the room. The man started to walk towards me grabbing my hand softly leading me up off the bed.

He led me to a small sofa that was sitting in the room, and a mirror was placed not to far in front of it. “What… are we doing?” I asked him curiously, not sure of what the man is planning. He wore a smirk on his face, looking over his shoulder to me. “You’ll see soon enough doll face.” he says, turning his head back around.

He sat on the sofa that the mirror was in front of. He snapped his fingers then pointed to me then next he pointed to the floor in front of him. I walked over, and sat on my knees on the ground facing him. “Turn around,” I did as the man said, and turned to face the mirror, looking at both of our bodies. My face flushed once more. He placed his fingers through my hair, sliding it all to one side, leaving the other side completely open. I could feel his breath against my neck, sending shivers all throughout my body. He placed a peck there and started to undo the hook of my bra in the back, taking it off, and tossing it to the side completely, not caring about where it lands. Leaving my chest fully exposed.

“Take them off.” he whispered in my ear, causing my eyes to open up wide. I started sliding down the hem fabric of my panties. I tossed them to the side, not caring about where they’re landing along with the matching bra. He reached his arms over my shoulder, long enough to touch my knees that were curled up to my chest. I looked at his hands, eyes half lifted. “Open them.” he commanded, tapping my legs. I slowly started to spread them open, revealing nothing but what was between them. He lifted my head up to look at us in the mirror.

My face was complete red, he had a smirk growing on his face. “Look at how pitiful yer look, a face so desperate to be touched.” I turned my gaze away from the mirror and he commanded me to look again. “Do yer wanna be touched doll face?” he asked. I was silent for a minute, nothing but thoughts about how bad I wanted this man to touch me. “I’ll ask ya again, yer got to let me know what yer want if yer want me to give it to yer. So what would it be beautiful?” he asked again. “I… I wanna be… touched…by you.” I could see through the mirror that damn smirk growing even bigger.

“There yer go.” he said, almost sounding like a whisper. He softly took his hand, and guided it to butterfly between my legs. He started to rub it a bit, I let out a moan of pleasure and tried to grab a hold of his hand but he slapped it away. I looked at him in shock through the mirror. “It’s my turn right now baby doll, wait patiently for yer turn.” he said, going back to rubbing it for a bit, it caught you by surprise when he inserted a finger inside of you. He was watching your reactions through the mirror, and you could feel his member hardening behind your neck. Is he getting off by watching and messing with me?

He placed a soft kiss, sucking on my neck, leaving trails of marks from him. He kept thrusting his fingers inside of me, with each hit causing me to gasp and moan, him hitting every good spot. I could feel myself building up, with my walls tightening around his fingers. As soon as he felt it, he took them right out. “Not so fast doll, cant have yer cumming without feeling with what yer was so curious about.” he said, smirking like an asshole.

He sat on the floor in front of me, spreading my legs apart. Small kisses up my thigh, making my breath hitch with every kiss that he’s getting near. He made his way up, breathing and kissing me down there, making my breath hitch again. He licked me and a soft moan escaped my lips. “Ngh, Shinji, that feels… amazing.” I breathed out slowly. His tongue along with the piercing felt too good. He grinned into me, and went back to licking me. My hands found their way to the top of his hair, gripping onto it.

After continuously licking on me, I felt myself building back up again, my legs barely lifting up. Toes curling with the feeling of pleasure running through my body. “Please, don’t stop Shinji…” I moaned out at the end, him hearing his name being moaned made him go even crazier. Sticking his tongue inside of me, made me felt too good. I grasped his hair a little bit tighter, letting him know that I was almost at my high. “Shinji, i’m… i’m about to…” my back arched, releasing the pleasure that was all built up inside of me.

I started to feel sensitive, and I tried pushing him away, “S-Shinji, that’s enough!” I gasped out, he finally gave in and backed away a bit, sliding his bangs back. “Sorry babe, just couldn’t help it, yer tasted so fucking good.” he says, licking the corner of his mouth, causing my face to heat up. I patted my cheeks, trying to regain some sense back into me.

He stood back up and made his way back to the couch and sat back down. I still sat in the floor, on my knees, but I turned around to face him. His cock was hard, in front of my face. I looked up at him, “Go ahead and have a taste doll face.” my face flustered, lifting my hand, and placing it around his member. He started to twitch from the touch of my hand, and I place a gentle kiss on the tip of it. He looked down at me, and looked back up to the mirror. His hands moved to my hair, pulling it back gently, to get the loose strands out of my face.

I licked him, getting a taste of the salty, but sweet skin. I opened my mouth, putting him down whole, inside of my throat. Shinji bit his lip, “Fuck, doll face, yer mouth feels so good… so warm.” he groaned out. No sounds but the gagging noises, every time my head goes down on him.

“I… don’t think i’m gonna… last much longer.” he said, gripping my hair tight, shoving me down more, causing tears to pour out of my eyes from the lack of oxygen. He pushed my head down one more time, releasing his warm, thick liquid inside of my mouth. After he finished, I felt snot pouring out of my nose and sweat dripping off my face along with the soft tears. I let his cock slowly make his way out of my mouth, panting, trying to regain the air I lost. I heard him panting, eyes were squint closed, feeling relieved from the pleasure.

I looked up at him, and I saw his eyes, half lidded, looking down at me. He leaned forward, wiping my tears away and snot around my nose off.

“Yer so beautiful doll.” he says, pulling my bangs out of my face, kissing my forehead. I blushed a bit, and stood up. He stood up along with me, gently grabbing my hand, helping guiding me to the bed that he now is laying on. I crawled into the bed beside him, laying down, placing a hand on his chest. He pulled the covers over us, turned towards me, placing a soft kiss on my nose. “I’ll take you home tomorrow, let’s get some rest okay?” all I could mumble was a “yeah.” and my eyelids where closed. Snuggled into his chest. Hearing his heart beat.

[pastel-tyranny]

Wanna be a Fashionista?: My opinions on Fashion Dreamer

Long post of my thoughts, follow my Fashion Dreamer showcase: Dyxyg5yr36

I’ll say it right here right now, this game has a chokehold on me as soon as I opened up the main menu. The gameplay loop is very addicting. But before I dive into my many praises I have to talk about some of my gripes with this game.

First of all the lack of clarity; it’s good that they have the button prompts on the screen because oh lord it’s very confusing when you first start out. It’s no wonder the first quarter of the game is a tutorial! I mean yes there are useful tips are there in the tip menu, but some things need to be written out directly. Especially when it comes down to Online Events such as the current (as of right now) Fantasy Butterfly Fairy event. I had to get help from a few other players and online video guides just to make heads or tails for some of the mission prompts. I have a few family and friends who either have the game or are in the process of wanting to get it, I think a consecutive written guide needs to be created so I don’t have to explain for the billionth time to ‘press plus then X’ and so on. (Pro tip: Once you reach platinum rank, the credits roll and take a very long time. Afterward you unlock the final cocoon.)

The next con is a bit of a personal one, the lack of fashion item variety and makeup limitations. The irony of this one I know, but items such as gloves, necklaces, leg warmers, bracelets, suspenders, and inners are relegated to specific shirts, one pieces and shoes. As of writing this there are no; jumpsuits with long pants, cat ears, traditional tiaras, and long mermaid / ball gowns. And ironically a lack of male fashion too. While yes, we get to play as a guy there is the fact some of the girls outfits don’t carry over to the guys. There’s a tee shirt from the Type A body that I really like and think would look perfect for the Type B body and vice versa with pairs of shoes or one pieces. Makeup isn’t as detailed to work with, they’re mostly relegated to prompts instead of picking blush, eye shadow, and eyeliner separately. The length of eyelashes are also regelated solely to the eye shape you picked and are only customized by color.

My final gripe is a smaller one in comparison is lag hiccups. When walking around the different cocoons with a gazillion downloaded items can cause gameplay optimization to stutter a snails pace both online and during Solo Mode. Even if it’s as short as 3 seconds or a “Loading Please Wait” prompt while running around can occur. It’s just a small issue so hopefully down the line, the devs will fix that with an update. I understand there are limitations to the game as a whole but that still doesn’t deter me from playing. Now for the major positives.

The fact you can walk around and play as a male avatar! I am beyond happy, it’s everything I’ve hoped for. Not only can you put lipstick prompts and different color eye shadow, but you can use some of the more feminine looking hair styles on the more masculine looking models is truly amazing! Same goes with facial hair on feminine models the option you can do that alone is spectacular! Both models can share hats, earrings, and glasses too! The clothing designs themselves are whimsical, fun, cute, and cool! And knowing that they could drop new online events in the future with new outfits are always something to look forward to. Another thing I have to praise is the amount of inclusivity we have at the start of the game with afro hair textures, facial features, and darker skin tones. It just goes to show how far we’ve come and I hope that the devs can push that further in future updates and installments.

The ability to have as many clothes as you want without storage limitations is always major plus! Currency being relegated to just creating clothes makes sense to me. Yes it’s gacha based when it comes to getting rare patterns, however simply pressing the ‘like’ button on someone’s avatar can give you the clothes they’re wearing is very helpful. Especially during online mode when other people and clothes on the pop up boards have rare items. And people online can send you cute outfits, even while your switch is in sleep mode! This also applies to the show rooms, it’s great to see new clothes and furniture people get. I also like that this is a game solely deticated to walking around instead of jumping through menus like some other fashion games I know. I am also in love with the fact you can take pictures anywhere, the scenery in some of these maps are a sight to behold! Taking pictures in the photo eggs are fun, especially since you have a nice variety of stickers, filters, and a line of focus to fiddle with along with poses and held items. And finally I think the best part about this game for me is the many muses to see and meet. Whether they are a player or NPC, there’s no shortage of possibilities when it comes to the many choices of fashion. It gives me so much inspiration, and since you can make multiple characters (4 total) you can relegate specific styles to each muse! (Or at least that’s what I did, lol)

Now to address the big elephant in the room, does this hold up as the spiritual successor to the Style Savvy / Style Boutique / Girls Mode games? In some ways, absolutely. If you want to collect / make clothes, design your own custom avatar, and see things other people make then you gotta get the game! However the core of Style Savvy is its lovable cast of NPCs and story set in the world of fashion. And while none of the NPCs you meet have a large narrative to tell, there are a few to me that stick out and I love dearly, even if they’re one dimensional. I let the headcanons fester and make the rules up as I go. The only major goal is to reach Master Rank and get your brand up to the highest level. I heard rumors through the grape vine that a fashion show mode could potentially be added? But that’s pure speculation as of writing this.

So my final overall thoughts; as I said in the beginning of this post, the game has a chokehold on me. It’s fun, entertaining, and full of passion for fashion from the dev team that brought us Style Savvy. It scratches an itch I’ve had since the last Style Savvy game. And while it has its ups and downs, I personally think this is a pretty solid game for the average fashion sim enjoyer outside of the gameplay troubles. Thanks for reading all the way through and if you want to follow my showcase, the code is on the top of this post! :3

(Just for making it this far, I made a promise post that I would make a fashion dreamer version of Dominic from Style Savvy so I’m reposting the pics here again.)

[oathofkaslana]

gay hi3 moments from the top of my head (some details inaccurate) also some of these are awful and i hate them ok i need it to be known i dont like all of these.

kiana counting down how long it’s been since she’s seen mei to the minute.

the “i gain the power of 100 men when mei’s around!”

bronya seele kiss in azure waters where seele goes "i gave you my first kiss sm sm" and im pretty sure makes her promise to give one to her when they reunite

FUCK. COOKING W VALKS MANHUA WHERE SEELE GOES "the sea is so beautiful i feel like i could stare at it forever" AND BRONYA GOES "duh because the water is azure blue. just like your eyes" AND GOES LIKE AN INCH IN HER FACE.

i feel like i have to put everything in azure waters oh my god i feel sick i miss them so much.

kiana licking mei’s wound in escape from nagazora

kiana and mei in a hot spring and kiana touching mei’s boobs saying she’s been wanting to. i think also in escape from nagazora.

kiana getting unnecessarily jealous over bronya whenever mei shows her any attention

bronseele ad where bronya complains about having her license revoked and seele going “good! now i know you’re not picking up other girls”

lament of the fallen. (COME ON. COMPARED TO EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD, YOU ARE MORE IMPORTANT????)

kiana and mei being compared to a canonical m/f couple, owl and ana.

shakespeare mentions how it’s interesting to see real couples play a part and one of the couples being bianka and rita in durandal’s visual novel.

speaking of that play. biankas cgaracter makes a line about having sex w his wife (played by rita) and rita teases bianka about wanting it afterwards and bianka blushes

biankas one birthday cutscene where the narrator was talking abt how there’s this feeling she can’t put into words and how captivated she is by rita’s radiant smile ← GET A ROOM!!!!!

elysia calling her fight w mei a first date

eden saying that forever being apart of elysia makes her happy because its the most romantic ending

mei saying her favorite colors are orange and red (kiana and her's key colors)

mei coming back to the elysian realm after briefly talking to kiana and eden and elysia both notice how much happier she is and elysia goes "tell me about her" (HER.)

elysia voice. i like pretty girls.

every single elysia and kiana interaction in ch 34 idc if its mei's dream ("im so weak for pretty girls like kiana" "unless kiana prefers something more bold like purring in my arms" <- WHAT IS WRONG W HER!!!!!!!!!!!!)

natasha intenbtionally taking her hood off after mei told her that elysia says she doesnt meet natasha bc of her hood

elymei horn scene.

mei dreaming about having a japanese wedding with kiana.

kiamei matching rings named after chinese numbers symbolic of love that were given out for white day.

kiamei stigmata showing them getting married that was given out for valentines day.

reburn kiss where kiana kisses mei's battered mech while crying after i love you in german flashes on screen.

kiana going "this treasure called love" and immediately getting a text from mei.

"this is a story about love it will end with love" as kiana and mei walk with each other past durandal and rita to meet with bronya whos with seele AS CANON IN D STARTS PLAYING. YK THE FUCKING MARRIAGE CEREMONY SONG.

SAKUKALLEN KISS IN COOKING WITH VALKYRIES

theresa thinking sakura (a woman) kissed her and going "wait! im not like kiana and mei!"

kallen voice "the herrscher girl is innocent and i am in love with her"

^upon learning that kiana blushing and going "theres onthing wrong with falling in love with a herrscher!" while thinking of mei

moon shadow where kiana's heart starts racing bc she thinks fu hua's fallen in love with her and the wlw symbol is drawn behind her as she blushes and says "ive given my body and soul to mei but--"

fu hua later being teased by a coworker who suggested that hua likes kiana

sakukallen "love at first sight" line in sakura samsara

HELP THAT ONE EVENT WHERE VELIONA SLAMS BRONYA ONTO A WALL TO INTIMIDATE HER AND BRONYAS BLUSHING AND AS VELI'S YELLING AT HER, EINSTEIN WALKS OUT, SEES THEM, AND GOES, "sorry for interrupting, have fun"

also in that same event, bronya blushing and avoiding seele the next day and going "sorry bronya cant forget because thats a precious memory for bronya"

susannah fawning over durandal, rita, and sushang

susannah talking about how pretty sushang is and how she likes her voice i hate them oh my god susannah get up

tesla being jealous of welt joyce when ein teasingly gives him special attention in the visual novel

tesla getting jealous when planck (i think) hugs ein tightly and kisses ein on the head

tesla edison fingering joke after edison sniffs her neck.

bronya's bridge interactions w seele. my god i love them so mcuh.

sakura and kallen having heart reactions when you put them in bed next to each other

sakukallen "yae sakura shall fade, beloved, your kin shall live. in the far east 500 years ago where sakura blossoms bloom, yae sakura waits for her one true love"

gratitude arc where kallen loves sakura so much that protecting sakura becomes a part of the oath she genetically passes on to theresa

the 4koma on the sight where kiana and mei are told to get a room, apply for a marriage certificate(? i think), and have heart eyes towards each other while the wlw signs are behind them

kiana voice "this has nothing to do with me going lesbo!!!"

4koma kiana voice "im a lesbian everyone knows that"

elysia and aponia's "girl games"??????????? <- on thin ice but cmon no way that wasnt an innuendo

elysia's interaction w HoO mei where she talks about wanting to touch a particular thing but gets cut off by mei telling her she cant touch her horns again (SHE DOES NOT HAVE HORNS IN HER HoO SUIT)

kiana smiling when she sees mei's boobs in the anniversary vlog short thing.

the shenzhou island event where kiana points a camera at mei's boobs and goes "hehe mei is so pretty"

durarita matching earrings in their matching battlesuits

and ok im blanking now yay this is definitely not all when i say off the top of my head i really mean off the top of my head.

[fxmemxss]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 … 𝒹𝒶𝒽𝓁𝒾𝒶 .

・｡ DAHLIA HAYES was blasting DOWN BAD BY TAYLOR SWIFT on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the TWENTY SEVEN year old SINGER / BARTENDER has been given a reputation of being DISTRUSTING , but also DAUNTLESS . [ HANDWRITTEN LETTERS CRAFTED IN CURSIVE GEL PEN, BUTTERFLY HAIR CLIPS USED AS BOOKMARKS ON LONG HAUL FLIGHTS, PANGS OF REGRET THAT HIT LIKE DRUM BEATS ]

full name : dahlia oliviette hayes . age : twenty seven . dob : august thirteenth . status : single . sexuality : bisexual . positives : altruistic incisive magnanimous steadfast . negatives : brazen mutinous dupable distrusting . aesthetics : glitter highlighter akin to a mirrorball, elegant penmanship in glitter gel pens, the compelling tendency to overshare, daisy chains in the height of summer, the dynamic duo of a sketchpad and takeout coffee, a sweet voice framed by fierce lipliner, the unwavering loyalty of a girls’ girl, always dotting your letters with hearts, butterfly hair clips used as bookmarks .

there was no shortage of love when dahlia was growing up back in london. her moms were childhood sweethearts, first loves who stayed together through the complexities of life in the 7O’s and 8O’s as gay women. it took three rounds of ivf for the pregnancy to carry to term, and she’s been doted on ever since . they put all of their live savings into having dahlia, and the family weren't struggling but they also lived a very careful life afterwards, with no savings to act as a safety net.

growing up, there was color everywhere. in her heart and family, metaphorically, but her home never fell victim to the formal black and white furnishings that some of her friends’ homes seemed to have. vibrant fluffy rugs and home-painted masterpieces donned the walls, with patterned wallpaper and decor that rotated with the seasons. her genetic mother came from a line of painters who worked on commissioned pieces. her other mom has a humble music shop selling instruments and doing workshops / lessons.

school was always hard. the academics just weren’t for her - not because she wasn’t intelligent. dahlia could be analytical with her reading and crunch her numbers, she could recite her history and point out most countries on a globe. she just couldn’t sit still for long enough to take a test.

it felt more like a social hub to her, and her parents encouraged her investment in the arts. dahlia loved music, singing and playing piano and guitar self taught with the help of her mom. she wanted to be a famous singer, but it was just never in the cards for her. she built up a small audience around london and played small gigs, put some self produced tracks on spotify, but she could never live off of the money from music. she worked many different jobs between bartending and waitressing and helping in her mom's store.

her happiness was all in when she'd play small gigs, a couple hundred people who knew her lyrics enough to sing them back to her. with relatives in texas, dahlia couldn't keep herself from wanting to take the opportunity to travel. about three-four years ago she relocated because why not ?

which brings us to today! she's bartending, has about 100,000 monthly listeners on spotify ( aka makes practically no money from music ) but keeps putting music out because she loves it. just lives life for adventure on a budget !!

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

all of them any gender : someone who has been a muse for her, best friend, fellow creatives, ex partners, a bad influence, someone who doesn’t trust her bc she’s too nice, ex friends, hook ups, friends with benefits ( she’d def get too attached we can make it fun lol ), sibling like friendship, fellow dreamers, roomies, co workers .

[strawberryfloofs]

Caregiver Wolfgang Akire headcanons!

Wolfgang's definitely a calm and pretty laid back caregiver

Don't mistake him for being loose though, HUGE rule maker. he just wants to make sure you're safe and behaving like a good little

Not a huge fan of brats, he likes more obedient littles, but he can definitely deal with some mischief

Punishments are usually lines, timeout, or losing a privilege/toy. He is always 100% sure to explain why you are being punished before, and after it's over, he expects a detailed apology or reflection on your wrong-doings. AFTERWARDS, its all hugs and pats though!

Most of his rules are about self care like eating enough, sleeping at a reasonable time, brushing your teeth, eating enough, etc.

Also ones about fairness and treating others with kindness! If you're playing with another little and you aren't being very nice, he will pull you aside and tell you how important it is to treat others with respect because you could hurt their feelings if not

Definitely the type of caregiver to have a sticker/star chart for good and bad behaviour! If you get enough stars, he loves to reward you by spoiling you with toys, a trip, or some extra dessert! Punishments take away a star or two though :(

Not a huge fan of constant petnames, but he'll call you dear, darling, doll, little one, and other formal ones like that. If you want something different, he'd incorporate those, even if it's awkward at first for him

As for him, he loves to be called any type of nickname by you, but he doesn't force or expect it. He's not one to express his happiness very well, but his heart melts when you call him Wolfie or anything with Mr. infront of it!

Wolfgang loves to read you bedtime stories at night, or just picture books in general! He has a huge preference for ones that teach small lessons and after the end of each one, he asks you what the main theme was, or if you learned something from it!

He loves you be involved with your play, but most of the times he's too shy to ask how to join in. He'll sit near you and give a small smile until you eventually put a toy in his hands or tell him something he can do! Nonetheless though, he's very encouraging

Thinks you're too little and precious to do a lot of tasks, so he does them for you! In his eyes, you're a royal, delicate little one and he's just your little servant/helper. Often calls you princess/prince, or some other royal name!

Never lets go of your hand in public, especially if you're regressed. No getting lost on his watch! Oh, and he also doesn't tolerate pulling away from him, he kneels down to your level and gently reminds you that he's doing it for your safety

Affection wise, Wolfgang is okay with anything, but usually only initiates headpats, hugs, boops, and rubs. He'll gladly accept and continue anything you initiate, like cuddles or something!

Very observant and can tell if you're upset or feeling a little off, even if you're nonverbal! An EXPERT in understanding noises, babbles, and other little-talk!

Will definitely listen to all your rants and nod along when you tell him about all your stuffies or whatever you talk to him about!

If you're upset, he'll ask if you want to talk about it, or if you need a distraction. (Totally doesn't mean ice cream....wait how did we get to the ice cream truck?)

Loves to help you get dressed! He has a huge preference for shortalls, onesies, or any type of outfit that makes you look as tiny as you feel! (WILL do everything for you...I mean- tying shoes, buttoning stuff up, etc)

Wolfgang writes little notes for you to find around the house, usually small things he loves about you, reminders, or something to make you laugh!

Hangs up all your colored pages and drawings in his office. So yes, he is doing professional lawyer stuffs while looking at your cute little drawing of you and him!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ AAA I just had the idea for this randomly. Idk I just really love Eden's Garden and I saw so many things that Wolfgang would do!!

[dumpster99]

For the black & white font sculpture, I chose the exclamation mark “!” as my symbol to create a design out of. I chose it because it’s made of a dot and a line which gives me a lot of flexibility in terms of creating something with. When brainstorming, the exclamation mark “!” reminded me of a matchstick so I decided to create a design where a light gets turned on and turned off. I focused on shape, form, and space, negative space in this case, to emphasize that idea. To start, I used the Text tool to get my exclamation mark “!” in the Arial font. Afterwards, I used the Create Outlines option under the Text tab to turn the text into an object so I could edit it. I then copy and pasted the object through the CMD + C and CMD + V shortcuts. I then rearranged the 8 exclamation marks in a circle with the dot being the center and converging point. Each exclamation mark would be rotated by 45 degrees through Transform -> Rotate via right-clicking. After everything was aligned and well-positioned, I selected the exclamation mark that was on the south position and right-clicked to select Release Compound Path. That would enable me to stretch only the “stem” of the exclamation mark without stretching the dot. After it was released, I stretched the stem by clicking and holding the bottom anchor point and dragging it down which would form the stick portion of a matchstick. With that, the lit up matchstick was completed and I created the unlit or extinguished matchstick by copying and pasting the long stem with its associated dot. I then created two rectangles through the Rectangle tool and made them be the size of half of the artboard each. One of them would be filled with the color white and the other black which would act as the backdrop for the two matchsticks. For it to be the backdrop, I simply put the two rectangles on the layer before the matchsticks. Afterwards, I centered each matchstick to their respective rectangle backdrop and the font sculpture was complete. I paired the white rectangle with the lit matchstick because I wanted to show that the matchstick was lighting up the place. The unlit or extinguished matchstick was paired with the black rectangle to demonstrate, through negative space, how there was no light in the room.  

For the coloured font sculpture, I opted for a playful approach for the design and settled on the letter “O” because it did not have any hard edges nor any straight lines. I thought of creating a character and wanted to keep the design simple and clean in order to give a feeling of lightness and employed patterns and colors to bring an element of playfulness and movement. I turned the letter “O” into an object like I did previously with the exclamation mark “!” and transformed it with the same tools. I created 3 shapes in total, a big oval which would act as my character’s face, an eye that looks to the side, and an eye that looks upwards. What followed suit was a lot of copying and pasting along with Transform -> Reflect and aligning the eyes to the face. I then made columns of 10 faces and aligned them through the Properties -> Align -> Distribute Spacing -> Vertical Distribute Space sidetab. After creating the first 3 columns (character looking left, down, and right), I copied and pasted those 3 columns and reflected it downwards to create the second half of the design. The finishing touch was assigning colors to each blob in which I chose light colors to ensure a sense of playfulness. Red, blue, and green were chosen to bring a sense of energy and gray was chosen to balance it out along with keeping the background white. I assigned the colors at random because I wanted the viewer’s eyes to look around at random instead of rigidly following a pattern. That sense of movement and interactivity plays a big part in bringing playfulness into the font sculpture. 

PS: Apologies, I mistakenly thought that we only needed to create 1 design but have 2 versions of it meaning a B&W one and a coloured one. I made another design to rectify that mistake and added it to this final submission post. That should explain why my previous posts were the same design but in different colours. Sorry about that!

[fyozai101]

FILM REVIEW

STAY (2005) ANALYSES

Stay (2005) is a drama thriller genre movie directed by Marc Foster. It is a movie that tells the story of a psychiatrist that tries to prevent one of his patient’s suicide while trying to maintain his own grip on reality. As the movie progresses we see the truth of the leading character Henry’s past and the truth of the events.

In the leading role, Ryan Gosling plays Henry, the patient who tried to commit suicide multiple times. Ewan McGregor, who plays the psychiatrist Sam Foster learns that his new patient Henry whom changed his psychiatrist recently is going to commit suicide on Saturday at midnight. Sam’s girlfriend Lila (Naomi Watts)who tried to commit suicide herself before offers to entice away Henry.

Henry claims that he killed both of his parents but he came across with his father and his psychiatrist goes to his mother’s house and sees that Hemry’s mother is alive and well. His mother offers Sam food but her fridge is empty. The events followed by the dog biting the psychiatrist, and Sam seeing the mother’s head bleeding. Sam then goes to the police station to report what happened but they tell Sam that the women that lived in that house is dead. Later, Sam reaches out to a waitress named Athena (played by Elizabeth Reaser), whom Henry has mentioned and fallen in love with. Athena is an aspiring actress, and Sam meets her at a script reading where she is reading lines from Hamlet with another man. She agrees to take Sam to Henry, but after a long trip down winding staircases, he loses sight of her. When Sam returns to the rehearsal room, he finds Athena there, reading the same lines as when he first met her. Sam finds a painting that Henry had painted and bartered for books about Henry's favorite artist at a bookshop known to have been visited by Henry. He finds out that the artist had killed himself on Brooklyn Bridge, on his twenty-first birthday. Henry's twenty-first birthday is Sunday, and Sam realizes that Henry plans to commit suicide on the Brooklyn Bridge in the name of imitating his favorite artist.

Sam finds Henry on the Brooklyn Bridge with a gun in his mouth. Later we saw the scenes of a car crash and found out all of these were a dream that Henry saw while he is dying, which explains the movie’s progression and overwhelming atmosphere. However, some theories said that the people around Henry were drawn into some kind of world. For instance, after Henry dies and is put into a body bag, Elizabeth tells her name to the police and because Henry died before hearing her name there was no chance he could’ve known her real name in his dream. Likewise, Sam reminds of his and Lily’s memories from Henry’s dream and asks Lily out afterward.

All of the leading actors perform an excellent performance. They all reflect the theme of the movie and the psychological state of their characters very well. The movie makes you question what is real and what is fake in every step of the characters. The ending also satisfies the audience and leave them speechless. Even though it is not categorized as fantasy film there are events that cannot be explain by logic, so I think we can say that it can be categorized as fantasy.

The cinematography really captures the weirdness and the suffocating vibe of a dream. Color palette of the movie is mostly dark and cold colors which shows the characters mindset and emotions. Stay is an excellent movie, ahead of it is time. I could not describe this movie other than perfect.

By; Sunya

[aksharhealth]

Turmeric (Curcuma longa): The Golden Wonder - Health Benefits, and Practical Uses

The Beginnings of Turmeric

Turmeric is local to South Asia, where it has been developed for over 4,000 a long time. It was at first utilized as a color and afterward picked up acknowledgment as a profitable zest in Indian cooking and Ayurvedic medication. The plant's rhizomes, or underground stems, are gathered, dried, and ground into the dynamic yellow powder we know as turmeric.

The Benefits of Turmeric

Capable Anti-Inflammatory Properties: Curcumin, the dynamic compound in turmeric, is eminent for its strong anti-inflammatory impacts. It can offer assistance to diminish inveterate irritation, which is regularly at the root of different maladies, including heart maladies, cancer, and joint pain.

Antioxidant Boost: Turmeric is stuffed with cancer prevention agents that combat free radicals within the body, securing cells from oxidative harm and making a difference to moderate the maturing preparation.

Potential Cancer Avoidance: A few ponders recommend that curcumin may have anti-cancer properties by repressing the development of cancer cells and avoiding the spread of tumors. Whereas more investigation is required, the beginning discoveries are promising.

Brain Wellbeing: Curcumin may enhance brain work and decrease the chance of neurodegenerative maladies like Alzheimer's. It may moreover boost levels of brain-derived neurotrophic calculate (BDNF), a development hormone that capacities within the brain.

Stomach-related Help: Turmeric has been utilized customarily to help absorption and decrease bloating. It may moreover offer assistance with conditions like touchy bowel disorder (IBS).

Joint Wellbeing: Its anti-inflammatory properties make turmeric a common cure for joint torment and joint pain. Numerous individuals reported decreased torment and made strides in portability with standard turmeric utilization.

Heart Wellbeing: Turmeric may lower the chance of heart malady by making strides in the work of the endothelium (the lining of blood vessels), diminishing blood weight, and bringing down LDL cholesterol levels.

Turmeric into Your EverySchedule

Turmeric Tea: Brew a relieving container of turmeric tea by including a teaspoon of turmeric powder in hot water. You'll be able to improve the flavor with a crush of lemon and a sprinkle of nectar.

Brilliant Drain: Make a velvety and flavorful brilliant drain by blending turmeric, coconut drain, dark pepper (to improve curcumin assimilation), and a touch of nectar.

Zest Up Your Cooking: Include turmeric in your favorite formulas, such as curries, soups, stir-fries, and mixed eggs, for a burst of flavor and well-being benefits.

Supplements: Turmeric supplements are accessible in different shapes, counting capsules and powders. Counsel with a healthcare proficient before starting any supplement regimen.

Social Centrality

Turmeric holds an extraordinary put within the social conventions of South Asia. It is frequently utilized in devout ceremonies and rituals and plays a part in conventional Indian weddings, where it is connected to the bride and prep as an image of favors and purification.

In expansion to its ceremonial uses, turmeric may be a staple within the culinary conventions of India, where it may be a key fixing in dishes like curry. Its gritty, marginally peppery flavor and vivid color include profundity and complexity to a wide run of formulas.

Assortments of Turmeric

Whereas Curcuma longa is the foremost commonly known assortment, there are a few other species of turmeric with special flavors and smells. A few striking assortments incorporate:

Curcuma zedoaria: Known as white turmeric, this assortment incorporates a milder flavor and is frequently utilized in Indonesian and Thai cuisines.

Curcuma aromatica: Moreover called wild turmeric or musk turmeric, this assortment incorporates a stronger smell and is utilized in Ayurvedic pharmaceuticals and fragrances.

Curcuma zedoaria: Local to Indonesia, this assortment is known as Javanese turmeric and is utilized for its potential restorative properties.

Each assortment has its possess unmistakable characteristics, making turmeric a differing and intriguing zest family to investigate.

Ways to Utilize Turmeric

Confront Veils: Turmeric can be combined with yogurt and nectar to make a characteristic confront cover. Its anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties may assist in diminishing skin breakouts and brighten the skin.

Turmeric Glue: Get ready a turmeric glue by blending turmeric powder with water, coconut oil, or drain. This glue can be connected topically to alleviate skin disturbances or utilized as a base for turmeric-infused dishes.

Turmeric in Smoothies: Include a squeeze of turmeric in your morning smoothie for an antioxidant boost and a dynamic color.

Turmeric for Wound Recuperating: In conventional medication, turmeric glue is connected to minor cuts and wounds for its sterile and recuperating properties.

Turmeric in Heating: Explore turmeric in baking formulas, like turmeric-infused bread or treats. It can include a one-of-a-kind turn to your favorite treats.

A Word of Caution

Whereas turmeric offers a large number of well-being benefits, it's basic to utilize it in control. Tall measurements of curcumin supplements may cause stomach-related inconvenience or be connected with certain medicines. Continuously counsel with a healthcare proficient some time recently making noteworthy dietary changes or including unused supplements to your routine.

In conclusion, turmeric, with its wealthy history, assorted assortments, and flexible employment, really merits its title as the "Brilliant Ponder." Whether you're savoring its flavors in a tasty curry, applying it as a skincare cure, or investigating its assorted social noteworthiness, turmeric could be a zest that proceeds to charm and improve our lives in endless ways. Grasp the brilliant shine of turmeric, and let it brighten your travel towards a more advantageous, more dynamic you.

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FAQ's 

1. What is curcumin, and why is it vital in turmeric?

Curcumin may be a bioactive compound found in turmeric. It is capable of numerous turmeric well-being benefits, including its anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties. Curcumin is regularly extricated and utilized in supplements for its potential restorative impacts.

2. Is turmeric secure for everybody?

Turmeric is by and large secure when devoured in direct sums as a zest in nourishment. In any case, a few individuals may encounter stomach-related inconvenience or unfavorably susceptible responses. Pregnant or nursing ladies and people with certain restorative conditions or taking particular solutions ought to counsel a healthcare proficient sometime recently utilizing turmeric supplements.

3. How can I upgrade curcumin retention when expending turmeric?

Curcumin is ineffectively ingested on its claim. To improve retention, devour turmeric with dark pepper, which contains piperine. Piperine can essentially increment curcumin assimilation. Moreover, expending turmeric with solid fats, such as coconut oil or olive oil, may progress assimilation.

4. Can turmeric offer assistance with weight misfortune?

Turmeric's anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties may bolster weight administration by lessening irritation and supporting absorption. Be that as it may, it's not a supernatural occurrence weight misfortune arrangement. An adjusted count of calories and a customary workout are fundamental for feasible weight misfortune.

5. Are there any side impacts of utilizing turmeric on the skin?

Turmeric confront veils and glues are by and large secure for most skin sorts. Be that as it may, a few people with touchy skin may encounter disturbance or hypersensitivities. Continuously do a fix test sometime recently by applying turmeric to your face and counsel with a dermatologist on the off chance that you've got concerns.

6. How can I store turmeric to preserve its freshness?

Store turmeric powder in a hermetically sealed holder in a cool, dry put absent from coordinated daylight. This will offer assistance to protect its flavor and dynamic color. Ground turmeric regularly holds its quality for up to two a long time.

7. Can turmeric remedy maladies like cancer or arthritis?

Whereas turmeric, especially curcumin, appears guarantee in research facility thinks about and creature trials, it isn't a ensured remedy for diseases like cancer or joint pain. Turmeric ought to be seen as a portion of an all-encompassing approach to well-being and wellness, in conjunction with therapeutic medications and way-of-life changes.

8. Are there any contraindications for turmeric supplements with particular solutions?

Turmeric supplements may associated with blood thinners, antiplatelet drugs, and drugs that diminish stomach corrosive generation. In case you're taking any solutions, counsel along with your healthcare supplier sometime recently including turmeric supplements to your regimen.