#【 ☓ 】 ❙ NEVER FULLY DRESSED WITHOUT A SMILE. ❙《 aesthetic. 》࿏

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@r-adio asked for an aesthetic board!

I love the chase, 'til the MINUTE I win it A BEAUTIFUL face 'til there's love for me in it Give me your HEART and baby I'll bill it 'Cause I always KILL the things I love

[hclluvasinners]

T a g ( s ) !!!!!

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[warlockhope]

tags.

[minutes1a]

𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞

[burnshope]

tags ! finally

[noemilivv]

Hi Hi Hiii!!

I just came across your blog for the first time and OMG YOUR CONTENT IS SO SILLY I LOVE IT AHENEGSNWVDBEGDEE (the aesthetic is <33)

That 300 thingy was so cute,too bad i missed it 😭😭

Anyways,

May I ask for some platonic! Alastor,Rosie,Zestial,Carmilla,Vox,Adam and Husk (don't be afraid to shorten the list if it's too many 😭 I usually give a lot so you can write those you have more inspiration for) with a child!reader that is stereotypically childish and just very energetic and happy? Like,they love bright colors,plushies,running around,climb on stuff,always are happy but overall is a very nice and polite kid and will behave if kept occupied? Maybe one day the kid isn't all happy like always and the character worried? (Idk you do you,I just want a silly little chaotic kid!reader 😭😭)

I love platonic stuff so yeah :3

Anyways,I hope you can and enjoy writing this!!

I hope you have a really nice day! Don't forget to drink water and have rest!!

Stay proud!

-Nina <3

AWEEE TYSM !! i’m glad you enjoy my content (as well the aesthetic of my blog hehe), dw tho!! i’ll def have more events similar to my 300 celly in the future ~

as of now, i do not write for zestial or carmilla, but other than that i can do the rest ! enjoy !

Adam, Alastor, Husk, and Rosie + Chaotic!Child!Reader

Adam

He literally loves you to pieces bro, it makes him consider kids later on in his afterlife

Wrestling is constant with the the two of you, he’ll let ya beat him up for fun, he’ll swing ya around, anything ya want!!

Although, if you start swearing at a young age, now it’s thinks to him!

If he sees that the chaotic and fun kid he knows just isn’t feeling it today, he’ll plop down next to ya, try to make you laugh or smile, but if he gets no response? Crushed bro.

He’ll just be like “What’s wrong little bro?” with a 🥺 look on his :’)

Alastor

Alastor wasn’t much of a kid person, well.. until he met you.

You were fun to be around - energetic, but also still polite, as well as entertaining

He would have you do some tasks, giving him less work, and it kept you occupied

Although one day, his charming little kiddo wasn’t their normal happy self.

Al would bend to your level, a soft smile on his face, “Young one, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

Husk

To be honest, kids weren’t really Husk’s thing, teenagers? Sure. But young children, eh…

Well, until he met you, you were polite, but still had a lot of energy and were fun to be around — but also knew when to shush.

He would especially love it when you would say the most out of pocket shit, and just not know, cause you’re just a kid!

But when he sees his little stinker without their usual smile, he’s concerned.

When you come to the bar with your little soft frown, Husk will lean over the counter to face you, whispering a small ‘Keep pushing tiger, ya got this.’

Rosie

Rosie adores children of all ages, she’s a very motherly person, so it’s safe to say when you first stumbled into her emporium, clueless, she was more than delighted to help you!!

Once she got to know you, she was in awe about how a child could be more perfect, you were so grown yet so innocent, it was cute, really.

So when she sees you stumble back to her parlor, looking like you had just cried, her heart broke for you.

She’ll take your hand, and lead you off to your usual talking spot, giving you a cup a tea, “C’mon now, sweetie, what’s got ya in a funk? What can I do?”

[xotication]

im actually obsessed with ur writing😫could u write about domestic things with kaneki? (idk if that’s the word) like slow mornings, going out to shop, etc!!

of course i can

☆,

i personally feel like slow mornings with ken come after having a night of fun.. ifykwim.

that being said though, he’s always extremely soft with you. & he’s doing any & all work so you don’t have to move all that much.

you guys spend almost two hours just laying in bed, talking, rotting.. well you’re mainly doing all the talking but ken is listening intently. he could tell exactly what you were saying ten minutes ago, without any fail. it’s so cute.

when you finally decide you wanna get up, ken makes his way to the bathroom first so he can put toothpaste on both of your guys toothbrushes.

ken will also fully try to speak to you as he’s brushing his teeth, it never makes any fucken sense but he refuses to stay quiet.

after teeth brushing, he’ll help you wash your face & then he’s on his way to make you wtv you’re feeling for breakfast.

trust, he literally wants you doing NOTHING.

“do you need help, ken? i can make the eggs”

“NO. just go sit down..”

“oh- ok you don’t have to YELL”

“sorry…”

LMAOO like he’s so passionate.

you have to stop him when he’s tryna spoon feed you your entire meal.

“i got it ken, thank you..”

“just say you hate me & want me to die.”

“OMG.”

—

on to shopping, most bfs don’t really like going shopping with their gfs because only god knows how long they’ll actually be shopping for.

but nonono. NOT KANEKI.

this man would be your personal stylist if he could be. you’ll be searching through the racks of clothes, mf waltz on over with at least 5 hangers & a big ass smile.

“here, try these on! i think they’d look good on you”

“ken, i can find my own-”

“SH. dressing room. you. NOW.”

& much to your surprise, his selections always do end up looking good on you. he’s making sure every color is gonna go with your skin tone. making sure nothing will stand out too harshly, & taking into account the things he already knows you don’t like.

not to mention, this man doesn’t let you pay for like, anything?

one time you guys were out thrifting & you kept finding the cutest pieces ever. only to reach into your purse & realize you’d forgotten your entire wallet.

“ken.. i forgot my wallet.”

when i tell you, the pure disgust written on this man’s face is OTHERWORLDLY.

“so..? who said i was gonna let you fucken pay for anything anyway? put everything you want in the cart & keep it pushing.”

“but ken.. that’s so much money”

“my money belongs to you”

your jaw dropped internally. it took all your willpower to not drop to the floor, roll around, & start giggling.

also! ken is a very big fan of matching or coordinated outfits. he loves loves loves being able to show that you guys are together. by any small or big means possible.

i’d also like to kindly remind you that ken absolutely does have a ring with your name on it :3

oh & he most definitely shares his clothes with you! he thinks it's so cute when he finds you in his closet, "what're you looking for, pretty?"

"erm.. i dunno, i really liked that one shirt you wore like 2 days ago."

"this one?" he's holding up a plain black shirt. on the back side there's angle wings, & the shirt itself is a little faded out from when he first got it, so you love the aesthetic of it.

"yes!"

"all you had to do was ask, honey."

—

i think one thing ken really enjoys doing with you is taking walks. like no matter the time nor weather. he loves a good walk & yap session with his favorite girl.

“baby, can we go for a walk”

“what’re you, a dog?”

“no.. i just wanna walk & talk.. well, hear you talk”

“we can talk in here..”

“but i wanna talk outside, get some fresh air.. yk?”

“fine.”

you guys end up walking down to a park nearby, & you're of course telling ken about the most of random things you've been seeing & hearing lately.

the two of you are gossiping about your workspaces, friend groups, social media drama & so on.

ken ends up picking like a million flowers & he puts them in your hair, you don't even stop him because you know it's making him happy, "you're so beautiful, y/n." he says when he's finally all done.

"i know."

"yeah? & how do you know?"

"you tell me everyday"

ken has the biggest, stupidest smile on his face when you say this. he feels like he's doing his job right. he opens insta & takes a picture of you in that moment & captions it, "my flower girl" & hits share.

��

ahem.

ken most definitely reads you books. it is the best bonding time ever. especially if it's a really good book too.

he loves to fucken slam the book down & debrief anything & everything with you.

if something crazy happens, ken will fully throw the damn book across the room as he's reading it.

"ken?!" "HOLYYYY FUCKEN SHIIITT"

"boy go pick the fucken book up! i didn't even hear what happened yet!"

"oh, right."

& then he's scrambling to get the book & sitting you in his lap so you can read the tea too. when you finally do, you gasp & he's all in your ear lie, "MHMM, i told you!!"

one time you bought 50 shades of grey without telling him what it was about & when he finally got to the spicy parts, his jaw dropped to the ground.

"y/n, what the hell am i reading?!"

"a book!!"

"let's recreate?"

you two most definitely recreated.

—

this is so random but i’ve been thinking about kaneki playing dress to impress SMMM.

when he sees it trending all over his tiktok & insta, he’s absolutely itching to play with you.

one day you come home from being out with a couple friends & ken is on ft with hide, practically screaming.

“CHAT WHERE TF ARE THE SCARVES?!?! there’s only a minute left!!”

you peer over his shoulder to sneak a peek at his screen & low & behold. it’s dti.

you lean down to kiss his cheek & he’s like “oh my god, babe! go get your laptop, you have to play this shit with us”

..

it’s been only 2 rounds & ken is whining about how you placed podium TWICE when he’s been trying for the past hour.. or two.

“baby.. this isn’t fair.”

“kaneki this is so rigged.” hide chimes in.

you’re cackling in your spot, “just fucken try harder?!”

“I HAVE BEEN”

you look at ken’s screen & see the worst possible outfit for “ghosts vs ghouls”

he literally made their skin green & thought he was eating the competition UPPP.

not to mention the fully purple outfit he put on, & random black top hat? with bulky black boots, & a makeup look that looked BUTCHERED.

“ken, my love. that outfit is horrible.”

he’s just about ready to put his mac through a wood chipper. there’s a pout on his face.

“okay well- can you play on my computer so i can get at least one win.” he says in the softest voice ever & you feel like it’s taking all your might not to laugh.

ken just wanted his dti win. :p

i’m so sorry this took so fucken long. ☠️

[animezinglife]

ACOTAR Headcanons - Gym AU Edition

Some just-for-fun and weirdly specific headcanons based on my own very regular observations.

Feyre: Feyre is actually pretty typical in terms of gymgoing, who tends to fall into her own zone once she has her playlist up and running. She usually starts on the treadmill and people watches before fully getting into her own zone and opting for intuitive workouts that feel right for her at the time rather than going for strict programs or plans. She doesn't sweat. She glistens. She keeps her attire pretty practical with classic, neutral leggings and a tank top. Often shows up with Rhys even though they separate to do their own thing. Honestly, everyone kind of just likes Feyre even if they don't really know her.

Elain: The Soft Gym Girl™ aesthetic incarnate and the social butterfly who makes friends with everyone in her group fitness classes. Is adored by all the older ladies who work out there and knows them all on a first-name basis, and they bond over gardening. Always has her yoga mat and shows up in paler colors and can fearlessly rock a white 'fit, often with a light wrap sweater or cardigan over her workout clothes. She somehow still always looks put-together and perfect after a workout, a low ponytail with curls/waves still intact and hint of color on her cheeks that makes it look more like she's blushing and less like she's just worked out for an hour. Don't underestimate her, though: she can hold her own in any group fitness class and loves the way they leave her feeling.

Nesta: Don't Talk to Me™. Grandmaster of the RBF, who pulls her hair back tightly in a neat, low bun or severe braid so that no strands stray from their place. She will glare at anyone who tries to speak to her/distract her and will usually completely ignore anyone who makes that attempt without even taking off her headphones. Also looks crazy hot despite it all and opts for sleek, plainer, dark outfits (usually matching sets) in cuts that show off her lean, strong form. Only shows up when she feels like it but somehow doesn't lose strength or stamina.

Amren: The Small But Mighty™, who like Nesta falls a little more into the RBF category but also gains a lot of attention by the absolutely stupid amount of weight she moves for her small stature. She's also the one you never quite know what you'll see doing: she might be deadlifting the weight of two Cassians, or she might be pulling some calisthenics in the corner. Nobody knows much about her. Nobody asks. Has been witnessed talking to Nesta; so far the only time the regulars have seen the former smile.

Mor: Bold Gear Girl. She has no fear when it comes to her wardrobe and will wear anything from unforgiving red leggings, to a bodysuit, to a one-strap sports bra. She knows she looks good and isn't afraid to flaunt what she's got, but she also gets in her zone and can keep up with the best of them in just about any type of exercise. She likes taking classes with others and absolutely kills it in Zumba, but she'll just as easily kill it in kickboxing. Also much stronger than her feminine, curvy frame gives away. When that belt goes on (and it's definitely pink), it's game time.

Rhys: Despite being called "out of shape" by Cassian and Azriel, Rhys is anything but. Like Feyre, he tends to not stand out too much aside from his looks and presence, but definitely still gets noticed for his beauty and sensuality by all the women (and a few men). Definitely dressed head-to-toe in name brand gear that fits his body beautifully to the point of being sinful. The Pretty One™ that's caused at least one gym girlie to walk into a wall or trip over something while trying to watch him. Often shows up with Feyre even though they separate to do their own thing. Has big Married Man and Loyal energy. Wears his wedding ring through every single workout. Silently judges really bad gym 'fits with Feyre. The old ladies who work out there are convinced he's the guy from their sexy billionaire romance novels and they absolutely talk fantasies about him over lunch afterwards.

Cassian: The Fit Pro™. The Trainer, unofficial or otherwise who has the training and education to know exactly how to train his body and others' to maximize both efficiency and benefits. This man is Strong™. He's also built a social media following and has accidentally become something like an influencer because of his funny, easygoing personality and wicked smile. May or may not be hypped up on pre-workout. He will program the perfect workout to meet his friends' goals but is also excellent at improvising. Always willing to train his friends. Unironically and completely intentionally wearing The Sweatpants™. The only man brave enough to ask Nesta how many reps she has left or crazy enough to do so while grinning. Will not do yoga or Zumba. Is convinced both would cause him irreparable injury. Surprisingly agile and quick with rock climbing despite his size. Cannot be left unsupervised for too long. Is universally loved by all of the old ladies and hugs them. The old men really like him too and like to share "back in my day" stories when they used to lift a lot more weight, too. Got kicked out of Planet Fitness.

Azriel: The Strong and Silent Walking Sin™, who always has his headphones on, is always wearing all black, and considers muscle-up ring dips a normal part of his warm-up. This man shows up in layers of black gym gear and is peak V-shape aesthetic, with the kind of shoulder-waist ratio that makes other guys simultaneously jealous and question their sexuality. Nobody knows much of anything about him, but he never misses a workout and he's too many people's gym crush. When that hoodie/pump cover comes off, it's all over. Hits the mat with MMA guys or Cassian on occasion and forces a submission with the former fast. He always knows more about you than you know about him and has probably somehow overheard every conversation you never wanted him to.

Lucien: Simultaneously the Endurance Guy™ and the Social Butterfly™ with a well-rounded, smart training plan. Sure, he's not as big as Cassian or as intense as Azriel, but he's also no slouch when it comes to strength training and is regularly underestimated in it despite his strong, fit body. King of bodyweight exercises with crazy stamina. He's the guy who will overlap you ten times over on the track without breaking a sweat while you're dying. He isn't as quickly noticed when he walks in, but the ones who notice him do so thoroughly. Aesthetics are his middle name. Will kick your ass in a Spartan--only Azriel and Cassian can really compete with him there. Lucien's top of the line in terms of speed and overall agility. Knows everybody's business, but keeps it to himself. Will tease you a little, but will also help you out if you have a question. Likes to wrap things up by lounging by the pool during the warm seasons. Seems like he's spent a lot of time outdoors. Can also handle the rock wall and bouldering like a pro. The old ladies absolutely adore him and keep trying to set him up with their granddaughters.

Tamlin: Pretty, But Distant. Tamlin keeps to himself and focuses mostly on strength training through weightlifting. He's strong as hell but isn't necessarily pushing himself too hard for a new PR. Never asks for a spotter and takes a few seconds too many switching through songs on his playlist. He does genuinely look good, but currently isn't putting off the vibe of someone you could get close to. Not quite getting those revenge reps from his messy breakup in yet, but he's getting there. Raises an eyebrow and stares at grunters with a look of mild annoyance, then ends up moving far more weight with ease and in silence. Unclear if this is out of pettiness or not (but it's low-key funny af).

Ianthe: The Influencer™ with a full face of makeup, a one-strapped sports bra, and the up-the-ass bike shorts trying to get the perfect selfie. Is sitting on the equipment far too long and is starting to annoy people. Spends more time finding the perfect lighting, walking around the gym trying to pick up men, and somehow always being at the front of the weight room doing hip thrusts or bent-over rows with 2 lb. dumbbells. Makes eye contact on the hip abductor.

Jurian: Slightly loud and a little competitive, but also can usually back up his talk and what he's able to accomplish. This guy occasionally disappears at random, but is overall consistent and somehow knows everybody's business (and will bring it up). Probably the one grunting at the same amount of weight Amren's deadlifting.

Tarquin: The Fish™. This man is in the pool at 5:00 a.m. every day and swims a number of laps so smoothly and quickly that Ryan Lochte is nearly able to construct a coherent sentence. When he's not in the pool, he's quietly drifting around the weight room and resistance machines. King of the lat pull-downs. He's pretty sensible overall and doesn't stand out too much outside of the pool even though he looks amazing. Also a popular choice among the old lady crowd. Had to kick Cassian out of Planet Fitness.

Varian: Amren's shadow and designated spotter even though she doesn't need one. Nobody's entirely sure what he does. He kind of just hangs out.

Helion: Gym Daddy™. Helion brings as much knowledge to the floor as he brings swagger. It's hard not to notice him and he's strong af, but somehow makes everything he does look easy and like he's not even trying. Has definitely messed with Cassian at one point or another by "easily" moving a close-to-max weight while carrying on a conversation. Somehow makes everything look slightly sexual even if unintentionally. Keeps thorough records of his training sessions and almost always has a small notebook or notepad with him to do so.

Thesan: The Machines Guy. Thesan likes a workout where he can focus and get into his own zone, and he likes to do so a bit more quietly and on his own time. He's not competitive. He's just here for his health, but is polite if approached. He's fit but isn't the heavy lifter or endurance guy that some of the others are. Pretty generally well-liked; isn't sure how to answer the sweet old ladies' comments about them "having a granddaughter!" for him but is polite about it anyway.

Sorry, I don't know Eris, Emerie, Vassa, etc. enough yet to include them, so feel free to add on!

[eclipian]

Cutecore/Kawaii Alter

pt: cutecore/kawaii alter

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

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" You're never fully dressed without a cute smile. "

Name: Candy , Baby , Doll , Cute , Cutie , Chu , Heart , Cotton , Kissy , Missy , Dream

Age: Chronoless

Pronouns: She/Her , Shy/Hyr , Shu/Hur , Shx/Hxr , Sh🎀/h🎀r , Sh💟/H💟r , Sh💗/H💗r , Sh💕/H💕r , Sh💞/H💞r , Sh💓/H💓r , Sh🩷/H🩷r , Sh🤍/H🤍r , Xe/Xem , Ze/Zem , Cae/Caer , Dae/Daer , Xx/Xxs , Xo/Xos , Kiss/Kiss , Peck/Pecks , Chu/Chus , 🎀/🎀s , 💟/💟s , 💗/💗s , 💕/💕s , 💞/💞s , 💓/💓s , 🩷/🩷s , 🤍/🤍s

Gender: Hologirl , Femme , Paeonia , Creampuff , Strawberry Milk & Milkshake , Cuteian , Genderbodiment (cutecore/kawaii) , Cutegender , Cutecorefuckoff , Cuteycoric , Superfibellula , Cutecorething , Belladulcic , Hyperfemcute , Cutemutetropic , Cutelove , Skirtcute , Nicecute , CuteMC , Pinkflangender , Flowercute , Insacutecore , Cutesyic , Femcute , Melsugarian , Cutecutie , Delvcaketic

Attraction: Lesbain

Other IDs: Aesthetive , Conceptive , Cutevalper , Cuteseon , Cutexper , Cuteperspesque , Dissopleasant , Dissoperminnocence , Dissopermsmile

Species: Embodiment of Cutecore/Kawaii

Role: Beauheur , Pacific , Delight

Aesthetics: Cutecore , Kawaii , Dreamy , Dollcore , Dollette , Coquette , Kitschy

Note: This alter is a embodiment of the aesthetics listed, this is not a fictive, they may just use certain images as icons for fun.

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics , note

tag : @bahtive

[charming-fawn]

how to Be a High Value Woman | High-Value Traits, What to Avoid & Femininity Tips (Twee Girl Edition) ✨

Being a "high-value woman" isn’t just about curated Pinterest boards and effortlessly cute outfits (though we love both)!! It’s about embodying the kind of magnetic charm that makes people stop and think, "Wow, she really lives in her own little movie." Let’s break it down Twee girl-style, because being high-value doesn’t have to scream corporate #girlboss; it can whisper whimsy and self-respect. 🌸

1. High-Value Traits to Cultivate

Curiosity & Creativity: Read books with cracked spines. Doodle in the margins of your journal. Get excited about art galleries, niche documentaries, or making soup from scratch. High-value women love to learn and express themselves.

Boundaries, Baby: Say yes to dreamy mornings at a local café with a book. Say no to people who make you feel small. Set boundaries that protect your peace and your magic.

Confidence Without Cockiness: confidence doesnt have to be loud. It’s wearing that vintage dress even if people think it’s “too much,” and twirling anyway.

Empathy & Kindness: Help the lost tourist. Compliment the girl in the thrift store who’s second-guessing her choice. Softness is not a weakness—use it like a superpower.

2. What to Avoid

Constant Comparison: Scrolling through other Twee girls’ perfectly filtered lives is fun, but remember: Your movie is special because it’s yours. Don’t compare your rough drafts to someone else’s final edits.

Overthinking What Others Think: Wear the knee socks. Carry the picnic basket purse. Make your oat milk latte in a mason jar with a ribbon. You’re too interesting to play it safe.

Performing Instead of Living: Being high-value is about authenticity. Don’t force yourself into someone else’s aesthetic just because it’s trendy on TikTok.

3. Femininity Tips (Twee Edition)

Embrace Your Quirks: Femininity isn’t just pastel dresses and cat-eye liner (though those are adorable). It’s also your endless tangents about obscure bands, your love for pressing flowers, or the random collections you keep in vintage tins.

Romanticize Your Life: Carry a book with you everywhere. Learn how to bake the perfect tart. Write letters you’ll never send. Find the beauty in everything, even rainy days.

Celebrate Softness: Lace socks, oversized cardigans, and warm smiles > any forced "boss babe" energy. Femininity can be quiet yet powerful.

✨ Remember: Being a high-value woman doesn’t mean perfection—it’s about being fully, unapologetically you. In a world of polished, sterile ideals, there’s nothing more high-value than embracing your Twee quirks and creating a life that feels like your favorite indie film. ✨

Go out there and be the Suzy Bishop of your story. 💌

[chemicallyyours]

seduction

Case study.

In order for me to engage with a woman I do not know, have never met, a perfect stranger, she must convey something to me by the way of looks, her eyes, her body, her smile, and her general appearance. Being aesthetically pleasing, seemingly sexual, sensual, or just some sort of something that cannot be defined right away, renders her mysterious, and that produces the desired effect.

If I am instantly affected by a woman's presence when she walks into a room, any room, all I can do is focus on her. Her presence won’ t let go of me. I then let myself be seduced by the idea that this woman will be mine, although at this stage it is just pure fantasy, it produces excitement. If I am sitting with other people, let’s say in a restaurant, I no longer ear what they are saying. My mind and I are entirely taken by the presence of this woman. I want to get to know her and get close to her. It is out of the question that this attractive woman will walk away without me introducing myself to her. It does not matter if she is sitting with one, two or five men, I will at some point walk over to her. The first thing is making eye contact without arousing suspicion. If you look at someone, anyone, repeatedly, at some point they too will glance at you. When it happens, the connection has been ignited. And folks, she glanced at me! She did ! I respond with a half-smile. A strategy sets up in my psyche. No questions asked, no need for answers, this hunter is on the hunt. At that moment, thinking that I have what it takes to win this woman over, I have no idea that I am the one on the verge of being seduced.

 She spent much of her time and money to make herself look as desirable as possible and boy, did she succeeded! She wears a pink short summer dress, with a generous cleavage that allows for imagination to take over. Her hair is short and it is clear that she is not a real blonde. She looks trendy, late twenties, early thirties with killer legs. From the table she is sitting at she glances at me again. It was brief but I caught it. She is now aware that she has my attention. Sometimes letting her know that you are interested is all it takes to seduce a woman. All women love attention and they will take it from wherever they can get it.

The game is on. Playing any game you must enter it fully confident that you understand the rules; that you have a good chance to win because you know you are a good player. But beware, she might be one too.  Being a woman, she is naturally curious, curious to find out who is this man who is sending her clear seduction signals. The fishing line is in the water. The fish is circling around the bait and that fish will soon to be caught. It will happen as soon as she gets up and heads for the bathroom. She wipes her lips with a napkin. She gets up heading for the staircase leading to the lady’s room. My turn to climb down those same steps. At this point I have no idea what I will say to her when we meet but I do not worry about it. Fear is not part of the game. Whatever she inspires in me will dictate what I will say. If her response sounds like I’m wasting my time, if she is not a good player, I will sense it quickly and what I will say to her will be so lame that it will be over before it begins. However I don’ t think it will be the case. She seems to know exactly what she is doing and I know she’s done it before. Coming out of the men’s room I notice that the door of the ladies’ s room is opening. She looks at me and smiles. I smile back.

To be continued.....

[dommesticpet]

Kink Advent Day 3 - In Technicollar

Yesterday, I opened a door and found a collar. We've never really done anything with collars, so that in and of itself was a big surprise. What I did not realize is that said collar also included a leash, which, well, that's a head trip. @dommesticpet had to be somewhere in the morning - and got home as I was going out to take care of something - but after? We tried the collar.

I had to kneel in front of her as she sat on the bed, but I'm a little tall so she stood up and put it on me. I haven't seen myself in it, but she seemed to have that little smile in her voice that indicates it must look good on me. It was a big black one, with the metal stuff to hook a leash to.. which she did, and I got pulled in to kiss her. I'm sure this is basic kink 101 stuff, but as we've never done it, it was new, and exciting, and hot. Hotttttt. How many ts should I put on there? Probably more. I know some of you out there have a collar, or bracelet, or something you wear all the time, but I don't. My go-to aesthetic as an adult is "boring" or "obscure t-shirt," mostly so I can pass through most spaces without answering a lot of questions.

I admit I don't know if it was too tight. I could fit four fingers in between it and my neck, and I think I heard "two" was usually good, so maybe I just have a weird neck. (Collar expertise and advice is welcome.) There was a lot of fun making-out on the edge of the bed, with her making little moans seeing me kneel certain ways which was surprising and fun! I'm not used to getting that kind of reaction out of people, and we've been together for a while now.

What's most interesting, though, and I hope that identifying this doesn't kill it - we didn't do any hypnosis at all. We were both fully dressed for most of this, which involved a lot of her doing dirty flirty Domme talk things that were fantastic because apparently my wearing a collar turns up the domme-o-meter up to 11. I had a hard time making eye contact and I couldn't exactly tell you why - I haven't had a lot of experience with things around my neck.

I can say it works for me. I assume I must look good in it, as she seemed to like the idea of a kneeling, collar-wearing, adult at her feet wearing a green sweater. (The most seductive color of markdown sweaters?) Given we're usually playing head games, it was exciting to experience someone else being in control with a more physical, direct approach. You see pictures of this stuff all over the place and go "hey that looks pretty hot," so it's nice to confirm "hey, this feels pretty hot!" too. If it felt differently and I just started doing Scooby-Doo voices instead, that would probably bring Kink Advent to an end pretty quickly.

Note: The collar was a collar, not a Collar. This wasn't some big deal thing, we're trying out a new toy and I would say a collar and a leash may just be the thing for you.

Note 2: Being winter, meaning "dried out skin season," my neck was a little dry. She said it was a little red after I took it off, so I don't know if that's due to it rubbing on my neck, or a reaction to the material, because as far as I know it was not too tight or really even tight. But maybe it could be and should be looser. (Again, expertise is welcome.) We'll probably test it when we're watching TV this week to see what happens.

Note 3: Day 2 was the item, day 3 was playing with the item. What's day 4? I don't know, you'd have to ask her.

[unlikelywrestlingfan]

Elle’s Unsolicited Thoughts on the BOSJ 30 Presser

Put under a read more for long post convenience <3

But I must say here that I was NOT ready for Douki’s look <3.

A Block Entrances:

Okay first why does Hiromu have a plant taped to his back, second it's weird to see Kushida not cosplaying as Marty McFly, third with Lio Rush I was confused about why he walked out with his jacket not fully on but then the dramatic like taking it off and putting it over his shoulder model pose was great and then he also actually smiled during his dramatic pose and I thought that was cute.

Douki. Douki. Somebody play Sharp Dress Man by ZZ Top immediately because he was wearing not only the pocket square and the suit and the tie and the everything he had a lapel pin. He did that to kill me.

Taiji looking fabulous in his sunglasses and the hair is *mwah.* And then we have a TJP living his skater boy dreams, and then speedball I squeak I actually squee-ed when he came out because he just is so cute.

I also just realized that they put the two emo boys wearing sunglasses inside at the same table iconic

Speech Time!

Hiromu: Speedball was literally bouncing with happiness while Hiromu talked I can't even.

Hiromu wants to win this competition so many times in a row that people no longer want to watch because they just think he's going to win it and there are protests in the street

Taguchi: Speedball's expression the entire time that Taguchi was talking is so accurate.

Lio: Losing my shit over Speedball and Taguchi making fun of Lio behind his back like rude but also entertaining. Lio saying that Yoh told him all about Sho and he can't wait for that one oh I so hope that he kick Sho's ass for Yoh! Lio, you have made an enemy this day by making fun of Douki's name

Douki: Incredibly charmed by Douki straightening his tie as he walked up and it being all poofed out still XD. Not going to lie I felt some distress about him pointing out that this is his first BOSJ without being in Suzuki-gun. Also love that he's being all dramatic calling out Wato at the end.

TJP: Tjp asking where Alex Zayne is fills me with a desire to commit violence

Speedball: I love that he's so happy to be here! You know I'm not sure what I expected from his speech but it definitely was not him asking if anyone has smelt Hiromu because he smells so good XD XD XD

Sho: I'm trying to imagine Sho as a face, like I know he was one at one point, but I can't picture it he's just SO SCUMMY also lol his promise to not to cheat.

B Block Entrances:

Yoh's sassy bow to Despe was everything. My dear son Wato came out looking fabulous and dramatic! Why is Yoh sitting SO CLOSE to Despe XD. It's good to see that Robbie still commits to his Green Day alumni aesthetic but I really think that he would have sold it more if he committed to guy liner. I can't take evil Clark seriously yet.

Yoh: Never once have I ever been ready for Yoh’s voice to be that deep and it always is and I always forget and then he talks and I die

Despe: Despe really said that this year’s B Block is the participation trophy block aldkajdlkaj XD. As funny as that was, nothing will ever top him calling Douki a bitch in his speech and them almost throwing hands last year. The fact that they aren’t in the same block this year saddens me. Ope, looks like it’s Yoh’s turn to have a home erotic story line with Despe, based on Despe’s comments.

Wato: Okay so Douki called out Wato and Wato did the same - “If you’re not in the final, I won’t forgive you” SPICE

Robbie: “The b stands for Bob” 😂😂😂😂

Akira: I know very little about Aikra and I'm biased against him because he teams with TJP but I love that he brought a little snack

Bushi: Poor Bushi getting rained on!!!

Sidenote, Wato looked so scandalized by Clark Connors punching Kevin Knight XD

[wiltingredroses]

Venomous: An Extreme Horror Novella Chapter 3: Depraved

Warning: The story ramps up considerably in terms of explicit content from here on out. This chapter in particular contains graphic depictions of torture, sexual violence, and death. This is where the "extreme" part of extreme horror comes in. Proceed with caution, and don't say I didn't warn you.

I sit atop my suitcase outside the garage. The previous night had been blissfully uneventful. We spent the past twenty-two hours shut inside a shitty motel room, watching garbage television until our brains had started to rot. The place was a huge downgrade from our previous accommodations. Thankfully, while outdated and dingy, the room appeared to be free of pests and mold, which is more than could be said about some of the places we've stayed in in the past.

There is nowhere to go in a town like this, thus nowhere for Evelyn to find a victim. Besides, I had reminded her that we need to keep a low profile until we are no longer driving a truck that is easily identifiable as belonging to a murder victim.

A truck pulls out of the garage and drives up next to me. The blue paint underneath had been hastily- and poorly- covered up alongside some other superficial aesthetic changes. Most importantly, the license plate had been swapped. We will still need to get rid of it at the first opportunity, but it should get us to the nearest city without arising suspicion.

"Hey pretty lady. You wanna go for a ride?" Evelyn calls out from the window, honking the horn as she does so.

I roll my eyes at her antics.

"Shut up and help me load the truck."

Just like that, we're on the road again with all of our worldly possessions in the back of the truck. One of the things I've grown to hate most about our lifestyle is how light we have to travel. I have three dresses, one pajama set, and two pairs of shoes in my bag. It's all I can afford to carry, given how we might have to pack up and skip town at any given moment. It would be nice to have a safe house of some kind, just so we have somewhere to put our things instead of tossing them when the load gets too heavy. Just, somewhere, anywhere, that we could return to.

I glance at Evelyn. She doesn't have a care in the world. She never does.

-

Just over two hours later we find ourselves seated at the end of a hotel bar. It had taken a considerable amount of makeup to make myself presentable enough to be seen by the general public. I'm nursing my fruity pink cocktail while Evelyn downs her third vodka and Redbull. I can't help but wonder if we can really do this forever. Evelyn could. I'm sure of that. What about me though? I find myself feeling perpetually exhausted these days. We never seem to stop long enough for me to fully rest. Our lives are nothing but murder, mayhem, partying and running. Is a relaxing day at the beach too much to ask for? Well, night at the beach anyway.

“Maeve, are you even listening?” I snap out of my thoughts and realize Evelyn has been having a one-sided conversation while I've been in my own little world.

“Sorry, I'm just tired. What were you saying?”

“That couple over there has been checking us out since we got here.” She says, tilting her head towards the pair at the other end of the bar. I look over just in time to catch the woman's eyes. She smiles and gives me a little wave before whispering to her partner. Evelyn leans in close, pulling down her sunglasses as she does so.

“So... how about it?”

“There's no way you're thirsty already.”

“This one will just be for fun.”

“It's too risky. The hotel staff will be able to identify us.”

“C'mon. We're in disguise, paid in cash, and used fake Ids. They'll have nothing to go on.”

Before I can voice any more concerns, the couple begins to approach us. I guess this is happening after all, regardless of my input. It seems that one night without bloodshed is asking too much.

“Good evening ladies. My wife and I couldn't help but notice you two across the bar. Do you mind if we buy you a drink?” The man asks.

I look the two of them over, cautiously. They aren't bad looking, especially by swinger standards. The woman appears to be in her mid thirties while the man is a few years older. They are both in good shape, clearly having found time to hit the gym. She has long, straight blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. She wears a little black dress and strappy black heels. He has brown hair that is in the early stages of graying. He wears an expensive looking suit and an even more expensive looking watch. It looks like we hit the jackpot with these two. If nothing else, this would guarantee us financial security for the foreseeable future.

Evelyn grins at me before turning to the couple.

“Not at all.”

-

Several drinks later, the four of us stumble into the couple's hotel room. We had not bothered to learn each other's names. Evelyn and the wife are already all over each other. They fall back onto the bed, their hands exploring each other's bodies. The husband takes a seat on the coach opposite the bed, too occupied with watching them to pay me any mind.

I stand awkwardly by the door, uncertain of what to do. I've never been very good at this part. I really wish Evelyn had taken the husband instead. I know my way around women fairly well, but I always feel uncomfortable in the presence of men.

To my great displeasure, the man catches my eye and beckons me over. I gather myself. I shove down all feelings anxiety, save for a little bit. I have to look a little nervous to make my part convincing. We both have a role to play. Evelyn is the confident, aggressive one. She's done this so many times before she's lost count. I'm the timid, inexperienced one. I've never done anything like this before.

I walk over to join the man on the couch. Before I can sit down, the man wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me onto his lap. I seize up at the sudden invasion of my personal space. The man either does not notice or does not care. Before I can speak, he places his mouth on mine, silencing any protests I might have. His hand travels to my backside and grips it forcefully. I am not enjoying this. Every touch makes me feel dirty. With every fiber of my being I want it to stop.

He removes his mouth and I have a moment of reprieve. That is, until his teeth graze my collarbone. Panicked, I look over to Evelyn. She doesn't seem to notice my plight, completely engrossed in her prey. I would be jealous if I didn't know what was coming. He bites down, hard. I lose my composure.

“Ow! Stop!” I shout as I attempt to pull away. Evelyn finally looks up.

“I don't think my friend is having fun.” She says. Her words are calm, but I can see the fury in her eyes. The man lets go of me.

“Too bad for her.” He replies. In one swift motion, I find myself lying on my back with the man looming over me. Again, I try to wriggle my way out of his grasp. He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, while the other digs into his pocket. His large hand holds my wrists in place with ease. No amount of struggling will make him budge. I try, regardless, but he only holds them tighter. It is then that I notice what he pulled out of his pocket.

A knife. A small one, but a knife nonetheless. It dawns on me that this encounter was never meant to be consensual. I look to Evelyn, begging her to skip to the end already. She however, just watches. She watches the man in the same manner that he watched the two of them. She almost seems to enjoy it. The women grins. She's in on this too. They've done this before, maybe as many times as we have.

“Now, this isn't going to be fun for you, but if you behave like good little girls you'll make it out of this alive. Which one of you wants to go first?” The man says, twirling the knife in his hand.

“Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events? I'm sorry to say, but you've picked the wrong victims this time. You'll be nothing but a pair of rotting corpses by morning.” Evelyn purrs. Before the man can even register the threat, she has her fangs deep into his wife's neck. She drops onto the bed, alive but unable to move.

“Vanessa? Vanessa! What did you do to her?” He shouts, releasing my wrists and leaping off the couch. The knife in his hand does little to protect him as he meets the same fate. Evelyn looks more excited than I've seen her in a long while. “Oh I knew this was going to be fun.”

-

It has been several hours since Evelyn had overpowered the couple. We have since tied them up and raided their room. I was right. We hit the mother lode with these two. I wanted to kill them and be done with it, but Evelyn wants them wide awake for what she has planned for them. We have occupied ourselves with emptying the mini bar while waiting for the venom to wear off. It's not like it's going on our bill, after all.

She is lying next to the woman on the bed, while I sit in the armchair in the corner, seething. Evelyn is so eager for what is to come that she didn't seem to notice that I am absolutely pissed. I can't believe that she allowed that man to touch me like he did. She could have put a stop to it immediately, but she was too absorbed in the foreplay to even notice. We would be having a conversation later, but right now I just want to drink myself stupid and forget what happened.

“It looks like they're finally waking up.” I say, noticing the husband had begun to stir. Evelyn sits up with a look on her face like a child on Christmas morning. She springs up off the bed and practically skips over to the couch where the husband is tied up. She grabs him by the hair and smacks him across the face.

“Wakey wakey! You don't want to sleep through the best part, do you?” She sings. His eyes snap open and he tries to say something, but the gag prevents him from doing so.

“Now, I know you like to watch, so I'm going to do your wife first.” She says. He struggles against his bindings, but it is no use. I may not be very useful when it comes to the actual killings, but my knot tying skills are top notch. Unlike Evelyn, I actually paid attention in scouts.

She returns to the woman on the bed, ignoring the man's muffled protests. She is lying on her back, tied up by her wrists and ankles. She is still out of it, but Evelyn has grown tired of waiting. She climbs on top of the wife, straddling her legs. She turns to the husband and flashes him his own knife.

“I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed your knife. It's a bit small for my taste, but it will do the trick. For this part, anyway.” He struggles some more and grunts something unintelligible. Evelyn pays him no mind, however. She takes the knife and cuts the women's dress down the middle. She rips it open, exposing her bare breasts and stomach.

She traces patterns on her skin with the knife, twisting and twirling, but not hard enough to cut. She teases the woman like this for several minutes before finally piercing the skin, making a small cut along her ribs. The wife comes to life, gasping from behind the gag. Evelyn smiles and slices her flesh again, a little deeper this time. Blood trickles onto the bedspread as the woman cries out. The husband struggles harder, more desperately in a vain attempt to rescue his wife. She makes a few more cuts, a little deeper each time. She carves something betwixt the woman's breasts, though I cannot see what it is from this angle. When she finishes, she beckons me over. I roll my eyes and reluctantly raise from my chair. I stumble slightly on my way to her, obviously far more intoxicated than I had previously thought.

A heart.

“How original.” I say, flatly.

“Grumpy tonight, are we?” She says. I narrow my eyes in response.

“Would you hurry up? It's almost four in the morning.”

“Let me have my fun. I promise this will be the last one for while. I just need to get it out of my system.” She says. I've heard that one before but, I don't bother arguing. I might as well wait this out. I'm starting to get really tired though.

Feeling a sudden wave of dizziness, I drop to my knees on the floor, resting my head on the mattress. I can see the woman's face up close now. Tears stream down her face, and I feel nothing but disgust.

The nerve of her, to cry while receiving her comeuppance, after what she and her husband had planned for us. How many young girls have come before us? I may not be a good person, but I'm better than her. Sure, we have the same role: sit idly by while our significant other commits atrocities beyond the comprehension of civilized people, but I would never allow Evelyn to that to an innocent person. Rapists are below even people as despicable as us.

Evelyn drops the knife onto the bed, having grown bored and desiring a new toy. She glances around for inspiration, until her eyes land on the husband once again. She saunters over to him. He hasn't given up yet, continuing to fight against the ropes that bind him. Her hands go to his hips and she begins undoing his belt. I raise an eyebrow. Just what is she planning?

She slips the belt out of his pants and, satisfied with her new toy, joins us back on the bed. She takes the belt and raises it above the women's body. She turns to me.

“You might want to move out of the way. I can't guarantee you won't get caught in the crossfire.” I oblige, and, too dizzy to stand up, choose to lay on the floor. I try not to think about how filthy the carpet must be as I stare up at the ceiling.

I see the belt come down. I hear the woman's muffled scream. I watch Evelyn do it again. And again. And again. Blood sprays the walls and ceiling every time she brings the belt down. The woman cries out with every strike.

“Stop being a baby. We found your stash. This is nothing compared to what you had in mind.” She chides.

An overturned suitcase lays on the floor; toys, tools, and implements spilling out. Amongst it all was a camera filled with photos of their past exploits: all young women and girls, some looking to be as young as fourteen. What we saw in those photos rivaled anything we ourselves have done before. At least Evelyn has an excuse, being a literal monster and all. These people are just sick in the head. They are the rare deserving ones.

It is quiet for a moment. Evelyn has stopped hitting her. All I can hear is a gurgling sound. I sit up, resting my head on the bed's surface once again. She has the belt wrapped around the woman's throat and is pulling it like a leash. She pulls and holds it just long enough for her to almost lose consciousness before letting go. She allows her just a few moments of relief before doing it all over again. After a few rounds of this, she once again grows bored. She picks up the man's knife once again.

“Hmm hmm hmmm...” She hums to herself as she once again raises the knife toward the woman. I wince and look away as she brings the blade to the woman's right nipple. She wails, louder and more desperate than ever. I close my eyes tight, and feel nausea building in my stomach. I don't need the visuals to be revolted. Eventually the screaming stops, replaced with hopeless sobs. I open my eyes and immediately regret it, seeing the open wounds where her nipples used to be. I put my hand to my mouth and just barely hold back the urge to vomit.

“Okay, I've just about had my fun with you. Time for the graaaand finale!” She sings, dropping the knife once again. She goes to the suitcase on the floor and digs through it for a moment.

“Aha! Now this is what I'm talking about!” She exclaims as she pulls a hunting knife the size of her forearm from the suitcase. She jumps back on the bed, eager to finish the show. She uses the knife to cut the woman's underwear from her body. It didn't show much resistance, given how little material there actually was.

I don't register what Evelyn has in mind until it is far too late. She cuts one of the ropes and raises the woman's left leg in the air, putting her delicate bits on full display. She places the knife at her vaginal opening, and before I can voice any protests, she plunges it inside. I don't even hear the woman's screams at that point. My eyes are fixed on what is happening before me, unable to look away no matter how badly I want to. She pulls the knife out. It is slick with blood. She penetrates her again, and again, rhythmically. It is slow and steady like she is making love to her, rather than killing her in the most cruel and depraved manner humanly possible. I can hear Evelyn moaning as she does so, lost in ecstasy. Blood pours from the gaping wound between her legs, thoroughly soaking the bed.

The vomit I had previously suppressed begins to find it's way back up. I stand and run to bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet in time. Bottled coffee and fruity pink cocktail spew from my mouth and splash against the porcelain. I'm suddenly grateful for not having eaten solid food since yesterday. I retch a few more times but nothing else comes out. I tune out all noise from the other room and focus on my own breathing. I lay down on the cool tile floor, praying for the room to stop spinning.

-

I must have passed out, as the next thing I know Evelyn is gently rousing me from my slumber. I open my eyes to see her crouched over me. Her hair is dripping wet and she is wearing different clothes than she had been before.

“It's time to move baby. The sun is coming up soon.”

She helps me to my feet. I notice the mess I had made has been cleaned up. The pinkish tan vomit that had painted the toilet has been scrubbed away. My face has been wiped clean and I notice several wet spots on my dress where puke stains had been before.

She guides me out of the bathroom and I nearly hurl again as the stench of the room hits my nostrils. The smell of blood, urine, and feces mingle together and hang in the air like a thick fog. I can't help but glimpse at her handiwork. Blood covers every inch of the room; splattered on every surface and soaked into the carpet and furniture. The woman is mercifully deceased, her legs spread wide exposing the mangled flesh that was once her genitalia. Her body is painted with purple bruises and red gashes. The man had gotten the same treatment, though thankfully I wasn't around to see it. He is bent over the arm of the couch, pants around his ankles, the same knife used to mutilate his wife sticking out of his rectum. His severed penis is now laying on the floor, leaving only a bloody stump where it had been previously. I wondered if she had finished them off, or simply left them to bleed to death while she cleaned up.

A suitcase sits by the door. I can only imagine it is stuffed with stolen items. She props open the door with her foot and picks it up with one hand, guiding me with the other. She makes sure to flip the door sign to “Do Not Disturb” before letting it shut behind us. The two of them mentioned they would be staying for several more nights, meaning housekeeping wouldn't find them for a few days at least. We will be states away by then.

I am horrified. Disgusted. It has never gone this far before. Murder and torture are one thing. That was... something else entirely. I can't say they didn't deserve it. They were equally as monstrous as Evelyn. Surely, the world is a better place without them in it. But knowing Evelyn is capable of something so depraved... sickens me. I can't even look at her.

“Careful. You never have been good at knowing your limits, have you?” Evelyn says, catching me with ease after I stumble entering the elevator. I can't believe that sweet, loving voice belongs to the same woman that raped a married couple with a hunting knife to death not even an hour prior.

I fear what the love of my life has become. I fear what I have become by enabling her. Am I really any different than that woman after all?

[abyssent]

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