#1950’s Fancy Dress

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Enemies to lovers, period sex and dirty talk with james potter please 🥹

yay a kinktober request! this is why i love these things, i would've never put those together (this request gave me some saltburn vibes ngl but dw i didn't take it that direction)

mdni obviously, fem!reader wc: 3.8k - sorry i got a bit carried away; hope you enjoy!

Bloody Hell

Damn, it was like your period was on a schedule to come when as inconvenient as possible recently. You weren’t supposed to get it for a few days. You groan, clutching your achy back, considering whether this meant you had to change your Halloween costume for tonight. You were going to Sirius’s party as witch. It didn’t involve white trousers or anything ridiculously tight or short, so you felt fine wearing your fancy dress with your now necessary period pants. 

As the day dragged on, pain killers helped the cramps, but definitely not the moodiness. It’d been a while since it made you this grumpy. But, Halloween only came once a year, and you’d been excited for the party, so you try to change your attitude as you’re getting ready later.

The witch’s costume is a bit typical, but you’d loved the colours and liked the classics. Besides, it fit unusually well. Tight and loose in all the right places, the perfect skirt length, and not to mention what it did for your… bosom. You looked hot. The first person you see upon arriving at Sirius’s does not help your mood: James bloody Potter. Looking gorgeous as ever… Wait, what? No. Not gorgeous. Annoying. Yes, that was it. Annoying and smug and irritating and fit. Ugh, okay, whatever. He looked really fit. 

He hadn’t dressed too far from his normal self. Still wearing his typical leather jacket and jeans, but he’d cuffed them differently and had arranged his usually very messy luscious head of hair differently. 

“A witch, Y/L/N? Really?” God, why did his stupid, gruff voice always have such an effect on you?

“Not very creative.” “At least I dressed up, Potter. What are you supposed to be? A twat?” 

“Har-har. So witty. This, for your information, is a 1950’s look.” “Oh, is it? I thought I saw you wearing it last week.” 

He just glares at you. “Alright, alright, you two. Should’ve dressed as vampires; hasn’t even been five minutes, and you’re already at each other’s throats,” Sirius comes interrupting, giving you a quick greeting hug and shoving James a bit along the way. 

“Hi, Siri,” you hug back. “Blame your bestie. He’s the one who doesn’t know how to be nice.” “Oh, because you’re always a ray of sunshine?” James retorts. “Fucking hell,” Sirius sighs, already walking away, busy playing host. He’s already turned his back but you — both of you — clearly hear his exasperated, “Just fuck already, and stop torturing the rest of us.” 

Your wide, mortified eyes snap to James, whose expression mirrors yours. Then he just scoffs and walks away. Typical. 

The party goes on and is actually quite fun. The place is completely covered in Halloween decorations, and some of the costumes are amazing. It’s working wonders on your mood, especially when Remus arrives, but the grumpiness has a way of sneaking its way back into your system whenever Potter approaches. 

You catch him looking over at you frequently, and it gets on your nerves. What does he want? To pick a fight? And why do you care? You try to ignore him as you keep chatting to Remus.

But it becomes impossible when he comes to stand right next to you. “Alright, mate?” He claps Remus on the shoulder, completely ignoring you. 

“I’m standing right here, Potter,” you can’t help but say.

“Yes, I noticed.” “Did you? Because, you see, most people when they notice someone is having a conversation, don’t just interrupt it and ignore them.”

Remus is off with a sighed, “Not this again.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot how much you love my attention,” James says smugly, finally turning to you and smirking. You roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m desperate for it,” you deadpan. “Though don’t think I haven’t notice you looking at me, Potter. If I did want your attention, I wouldn’t really be left wanting, would I?”

He seems a bit flustered by this, and you love it when you actually manage to get to him, to render him speechless even if for a mere moment. So, without a clear idea of where it will even lead, you pounce on the opportunity that seems to be presenting itself. 

“Am I wrong? Why have you been so interested in what I’m doing tonight then?” You quirk an eyebrow at him, take a step closer. This really throws him.

“Pfft, have not.” He crosses his arms defensively. “Wow. So witty.” You cross your arms, mirroring him. 

This draws his gaze down to your chest, and it lingers there. He seems to catch himself after a few seconds, but it was still a few seconds too many. Interesting. 

God, was there any way Sirius was right? It was bound to happen some time. 

And even if he was… if James was… what? into you? as into you as you were him? was that what you wanted? Actually admitting the feelings sounded much scarier than relentlessly arguing with him forever. 

You’ve gotten lost in your thoughts (and, ugh, feelings), so you don’t notice how long has gone by. Nor do you notice that your demeanour is changing, shifting from teasing and challenging to reflective and slightly worried. 

“What?” James asks, noticing.

“Nothing,” you panic.

“You’re definitely thinking something.” He waves an accusatory finger around your face. “Pfft, am not.” “Wow. So witty,” he repeats, and it’s filled with glee at retaking the upper hand. 

This annoys you to no end, but you still can’t think of anything to say, so you just push past him with a “you’re so annoying.”

You try for a while to enjoy the party, to ignore James Potter — and the many thoughts and feelings about James Potter that won’t stop hounding you. You keep looking over at him, unable to help yourself. 

The seemingly millionth time you do, his eyes catch yours. You want to look away, but something keeps you from doing so. Not wanting to give him the upper hand, again? Not wanting to look away from his beautiful orbs, possibly? 

You just stare at each other from across the room for what feels like the heaviest few seconds of your life. Then his gaze drops, and rather than victory you feel… disappointment. You want him looking at you. Want to look at him back. Your disappointment doesn’t last for too long, though, as you realize he’s walking over to you.

He stops right in front of you, extremely close. He doesn’t say anything. You watch each other intently. “You’re staring at me,” he finally says. “You were staring at me first.” 

Expecting him to deny it, you’re stunned when he responds, “So what if I was?” Then he checks you out shamelessly, his eyes dragging across your whole body, lingering on your chest, exploring your face, before landing back on your own.

That’s it. Stupid, shameless Potter. You do the only thing to do: you take a tiny step forward and smash your lips against his.

He’s kissing you back ardently before you even truly realize what’s happening. His hands grasp you desperately, pulling your body into his; his mouth contorts over yours, devouring you hungrily. He moans deeply enough for you to hear it over the loud sounds of the party. When he gropes your arse, you moan back. But you also realize what the fuck is happening. In the middle of a crowded room. So you pull back from him. 

His mouth chases yours desperately, not wanting to break apart. 

“Wait, James, wait.” He does. And he’s looking at you funny. “Are you alright?” you ask him. “I like how you say my name, sweetheart.” His sincerity surprises you, melts you. So even though you can’t help yourself as you respond, “Whatever, Potter,” it’s much softer than usual, warmth where there’s usually snark. He smirks at you.

“So can we keep kissing now?” “We’re in public, James.” 

You don’t miss his lips quirk at the word. “So?” “So? I’m not a bloody exhibitionist! I have some standards…” “Toilet, then?” “Yeah, toilet,” you nod frantically. 

His hands don’t release your hips the whole way you chase each other to the bathroom. He catches the back of your neck in a couple of quick kisses, and it’s sending tingles down your whole body.

You’re extremely grateful it’s empty when you reach it, rushing in in a frenzy. James slams the door shut and wastes no time in pushing you against it. He picks up where you had left off.

His mouth is hot and delicious against yours, his tongue dancing against yours in its explorations. He enjoys your mouth but soon traces down your jaw and starts sucking on your throat. You shiver at the sensations and pull him to you, your fingers winding into his gorgeous hair. He moans at this and the vibrations directly against your skin make you whimper.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he says, his lips still tracing your throat. “I love the sounds you make.” 

You hum, and he grazes his teeth across your skin, morphing your voice into a soft yelp. “Yeah, like that,” he chuckles gruffly.

The next time his mouth makes it to the base of your neck, he continues downward. He starts kissing the tops of your tits desperately, bringing his hands up your body to grope them as he does. 

“Fuck, I’ve been going mad all night looking at these. You should wear this every day.” His hands move to your hips pulling you from the door over to the sink. “C’mere,” he says as he lifts you to sit on the small counter.

You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You play with his hair as he kisses you fervently.

“I’ve always wanted to pull your hair,” you confess, surprising both of you with your honesty. “Oh yeah?” He looks so turned on, you throw any last inhibitions out the window. “Yeah. Fuck, you have nice hair.” You tug harshly on it, and his reacting groan is almost animalistic. His now black eyes stare directly into yours for a charged moment before he dives back into you. 

He kisses wetly down to your throat and chest, and this time when he gets to your breasts, he unceremoniously pulls your dress and bra down. 

“Fuck, you have nice tits,” he echoes and grins. He plays with them, kneading them and tugging on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers before shoving his face between them. He licks across your chest and circles your nipple with his tongue. He switches eagerly between them, puckering them both up before taking one into his greedy mouth and sucking. You let out a loud, strangled whimper at the intense and exquisite sensation, and James hums around your tit. You cradle his head against you.

Rubbing his face against your breasts, he pleads, “That’s it, baby. Keep making those sounds. I love hearing how good you feel. It’s so fucking hot.”

“Jaames,” you whine as he sucks your nipple again. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” Groping them hard one more time, he brings his hands down from your tits, massaging your sides before grabbing your thighs. He squeezes them harshly, jiggling them and running his nails across your skin. 

He’s running his hands up your thighs, under your skirt, toward your center, whispering “You wet for me, baby?” when your stomach drops and you remember, panicking. You’d been so caught up in James, you’d entirely forgotten. 

“Fuck!” you yelp, pushing James away suddenly. He stumbles, then takes a steadying step back. He looks completely confused (and unreasonably sexy, all scruffed up from making out with you). “Fucking hell, Y/N. What? You alright?” 

“I — fuck, yeah, I’m fine — I just — fuck.” You cover your face with your hands and squeeze your thighs shut. “Hey,” James says much more softly. “What’s up, love? Y’alright? You’re kind of freaking me out.” “Ugh, ‘m so sorry,” you slur into your hands. He grabs your wrists gently, pulling them away from your face. “It’s alright, whatever it is. Just… can you tell me what’s wrong?” God, how you wish you could vanish in that moment. Or better, not have had your bloody — literally — body betray you like this this morning. Why this fucking time of all times to come early? 

You’re mortified, embarrassed as hell, wishing there was some way out of this without having to explain the truth and put James Potter off, probably for good. After all the time and tension it’d taken to get you here at all. 

“Y/n?”

You take a steadying breath but still can’t get the words out. So you cover your face again, only able to utter them while feeling hidden from him. “‘M on my period,” you confess. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, so you brave moving your hands down and looking up at him. You’re not sure how to read his expression. Then he grins lightly and brings his hands to your cheeks. He tucks your now messy hair behind your ears on both sides before holding your face. 

He’s surprised you several times tonight, but this next one takes the cake. “If you don’t mind, I don’t mind,” he says simply with a shrug and a caress of your cheeks. “What?” You can’t believe it. Every other guy it’d come up with before had treated it like the most disgusting thing. “I don’t mind,” he repeats, chuckling, moving his face closer to yours to look up deeply into your eyes. 

“Are you serious?” “Yeah. I mean, if you don’t want to that’s fine, obviously. Like if you’re not feeling well or whatever, but if it’s just about the blood… I can handle a little blood.” “It’s more than a little,” you whisper embarrassedly.

“I didn’t mean it literally,” he laughs. How can he seem so lighthearted? Could he really not mind?

He brings his hands back to your thighs, pulling them slowly apart, giving you time to resist the motion, stepping between them when you don’t. He messages them on either side of his hips. “So?” he asks seductively, clearly eager to continue. “You really don’t mind?" “Really. Fuck, Y/N, I’ve been wanting this so fucking long, I’d be a madman if I waited longer just because you’re on your period.” 

Worrying your lower lip between your teeth, you open your legs a bit wider at his words. The dark smirk that usurps James’s expression as you do makes your cunt pulse. God, you want him. Blood be damned. 

Slowly, so slowly it’s driving you insane, he ghosts his hands over your skin the rest of the way up your legs. When they finally reach your underwear, they snake under the waistband and tentatively pull. You lift your hips, and he yanks them the rest of the way off. 

Instinctively, you try to shut your legs. James standing where he is only lets you do it part of the way. Pushing the insides of your knees open again, he says, “No need to hide, gorgeous.” “I — “ But words fail you. So, you simply let him open your legs. 

Sensing your tension, James kisses you again. He starts softly, but you’re both so hungry for each other, so worked up already despite the interruption, that it’s only a few seconds before you’re ravaging each other again, moaning and grasping and pulling each other close. With his mouth still on yours, one hand holding your face, the other comes between your legs, grazing where your thigh meets your cunt.

You shiver, a combination of nerves and pleasure. He breaks your kiss, but rests his forehead on yours, looking straight into your eyes. He lifts his eyebrows in question, and you nod hesitantly. 

He finally brings his fingers to your center, ghosting over it. When you feel the string of your tampon under his fingers, you ashamedly let out an “Oh, god” then “sorry.”

James tssks at you and whispers, “’S alright, sweetheart. It’s fine. Maybe let’s get rid of this, though, cos it’s where I want to be, yeah?” Fuck, how could he keep turning you on even more? You nod and bring your hand between your legs. You pull out the tampon and toss it over into the rubbish bin.

Without further ado, James touches you properly. His fingers slide up and down your wet folds. Your slick and blood mix under his ministrations, but it feels so fucking unreal that you finally start not to care.

You’d always been sensitive during your period. But no one else had ever touched you during it. Nor had it been after ages of sexual tension and lustful fantasies. Every graze of his hand is divine, and when his motions become proper strokes, the full length of his fingers rubbing against you, you squeal as your head falls onto his shoulder. One hand clutches the sink, the other James. “Feel good?” he teases. “Yes,” you sigh desperately.

“How about this then?” he asks as he plunges two fingers into you. You scream. 

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he laughs. “I mean, keep screaming, but maybe not so loud. Don’t want anyone to come knocking when I’m finally this close to fucking you.”

“Fuck.” “Hmm, that’s it. Just relax, love.” His hand thrusts as his fingers curl inside you, and you clench in utter pleasure. “Fuuuck, you’re squeezing me so bloody tight, love. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” You let out some kind of strained affirmative groan and clench again. “Yeah? Want to feel me fill you up?” “Yes, fuck, yes, please.” 

“Who knew you could be this nice, Y/L/N? That all it’d take was my fingers inside you.” “Shut up, Potter.” But there’s no bite to it. “We both know you don’t want me to shut up. I can feel how much you’re enjoying this.” You just bite your lip and whimper when he pushes his thumb against your clit. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You can bring the snark back after I make you cum.” 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the thought, and you nod, giving into him. “I know I could do it like this, but I can’t wait any longer to feel you, baby.”

He pulls his hand out of you, and you whine. When you see how entirely covered in blood it is, any further sounds die in your throat at your mortification. 

“I —“ you start, but James just shakes his head and kisses you to shut you up. Not breaking apart from you, he reaches blindly for the hand towel and cleans his hands when he finally finds it. There’s still dark red traces of you on the fingers that then hurry to his trousers, opening them in a rush. He pushes them down and pulls his cock free. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight. “James,” you whine. “Yeah, sweetheart?” “Please fuck me.” With a deep groan, one of his hands roughly pulls your head to keep making out with you and the other grabs his cock and lines it up with your center. He pushes in fast. His mouth devours the sounds yours makes in response. 

He starts pounding in and out of you, not bothering to start slow. You’re sure you’d be wet enough regardless, but as things stand, he’s gliding in and out of you. A loud squelching sounds as he thrusts, but before you have time to be embarrassed, James moans, “Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing,” and pounds harder.

He has to bring one hand to the sink just behind you to stabilize himself from how roughly he’s going; his other hand takes a vice-like grip of your hip. His head ends up in the crook of your neck, and he kisses and sucks. Your hand comes to his hair, your other arm clinging around his shoulders clutching him as your whole body reverberates with his movements.

He slows down only enough to lean his head slightly down to where your tits are bouncing. He sucks your nipple and keeps it in his mouth as he keeps fucking into you. At the harsh and unexpected suck, you scream again. He makes no effort to quiet you. 

With his face at your chest, he’s opened a bit of space between your bodies, and he brings a hand to where he keeps disappearing in and out of you. He starts rubbing messily on your clit. 

With that sensation on top of all the others that have your body on fire, you cum violently around him with strangled yell. 

He thrusts through it, but a few clenches of your pussy later, he can’t help but cum too. Your clutching cunt milks him dry. 

He’s panting loudly when he finally stops moving, his hips still, his face resting on your chest. An aftershock ripples through him, and his body gives a quick shake. Then he gives your breast a quick peck before moving to kiss your mouth. It doesn’t last; he’s so out of breath, but he rests his forehead on yours as he recovers. His arms rest on the sink on either side of you, caging you in. You feel warm and safe, and you stroke up and down his strong arms. He smiles and pecks your lips. 

“Not bad, Potter,” you finally break the silence. He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“You cannot possibly act nonchalant after the sounds you just made, Y/L/N. I’m surprised no one burst in here thinking someone was getting murdered.”

You laugh together. It’s concerningly nice.

When you settle down, James looks between you. He pulls out gently. And it’s a fucking mess. 

“I don’t think the words ‘bloody hell’ have ever been so appropriate,” he jokes, staring at it. “Oh god,” you say, covering your face in your hands again. “C’mon, Y/L/N. I thought we were past this bit.” It’s harsh but encouraging as he pulls your hands from your face and quickly kisses your forehead. “C’mon,” he offers as he helps lift you off the counter in a way that lets you hop over the… puddle. 

You both stand there staring at the crimson crime scene of a sink. 

Looking at it but leaning toward you, James asks, “D’you think we could get away with saying it’s Halloween decorations?” 

You burst out laughing again.

“The blood, maybe, but… there’s some of you there too…” 

“Well, at least our first time is certainly memorable. Happy Halloween, Y/L/N.” 

Your heart does something funny at “first time.” So, you ignore it for now and simply say, “Help me clean this up before Sirius actually does murder us in here.”

[king-craftsman]

Black And White

"Ugh why the hell are people even into this kinda stuff?"

Scott couldn't believe what he was seeing. He swore, what was even the point of all these algorithms if they were going to continue recommending stuff he wasn't into? This must have been the tenth "What I'd Wear In The 1950's" video he had blocked.

He decided to put on some music instead as he thought to himself.

He just didn't get it.

He knew that these people didn't want to genuinely live in the past, that it was all about an appreciation for the design, the outfit, the aesthetic. But even that angle just came across less ignorant and more pretentious. Who the hell would wanna even pretend to live in the 50's?

There was no internet, no vaccines, no nothing. The only part about it that Scott liked were the movies, he had to admit there was something about them that were so alluring and it wasn't some gripping plot or enthralling mystery that got to him.

It was the men.

All dressed up with their slick hair and expensive suits, the trenchcoats and hats, suspenders and suit vests, the shiny shoes and cigarette smoke trailing from the full lips. Scott never realised it but he couldn't believe how turned on he was feeling thinking about that.

That's because just a few moments ago, he wasn't turned on by any of that.

In fact Scott used to hate old films, even ones from the 80's barely interested him.

But in his venting, he hadn't clicked out the YouTube window, he instead switched tabs and left the autoplay on, where a calm and jazzy 1950s tune played and the more it played, the more Scott's head suddenly began to fill with how much he loved those noir movies.

He hadn't even noticed that his hand on the mouse had began to change, not only growing larger but growing lighter, almost too light as his pale skin shimmered slightly like it was underneath a film reel. But oddly enough the sleeve of his shirt began to darken and not just because it was turning into the sleeve of an expensive suit jacket, but as if his hand was draining of all colour, as it turned black and white.

That's when Scott realised.

"The fuck?!" He quickly tried to control his hand, but there was nothing he could do. It shimmered and flickered like it was in another realm world as the sound of running film filled the room. Scott couldn't move his hand as it went and clicked on the tab with the music and suddenly moved to turn the volume to its max.

Sweet jazz music filled the room as the changes were progressing faster, the drainage of colour spreading down toward his arms now which were suddenly beginning to grow thicker, causing the new suit jacket to become tighter.

Scott wanted to use his other hand to reach up and turn his whole computer off. But the moment he reached out, he spluttered and coughed as smoke trailed down his throat. He felt something in his mouth, tasting bitter and dark as his free hand reached to take it out, only to see what it was, a lit cigarette.

"O-Oh fuck that feels good," Scott spoke, a sudden Transatlantic accent overtaking his voice, turning it deeper and more authoritative. His own voice managed to carry so much weight that it seemed to swell his throat, like it needed more room to work with as his neck thickened slightly, beginning to look more befitting for a larger and taller body.

More and more of Scott was turning monochrome, spreading over hands that looked more manly and large by the minute as one of the hands forced him to be unable to stop the music. The other brought the cigarette closer and closer to his growing fuller lips.

"N-No please don't...make me..." But then the cigarette met those lips finalizing their change and as he sucked in more of the smoke, he could feel like the aura of the transformation was coming in hot, making him change from the inside out.

He remembered growing up in the late 20's, memories flashing of older looking city streets, fancy cars and men constantly in suits. He remembered his first case and the thought of it all made his cock swell as he grew more and more manly and muscular beneath his three-piece suit.

His visage had the most remarkable change. His soft jaw began to sharpen as his face grew more angular. Eyes turned from a dull brown to sparkling blue, more focused and attentive as his nose elongated with a slight tilt at the very tip. His lips had become fuller and his hair, once somewhat shaggy and greasy was retreating back into his scalp to become something more refined, turning short and slicked back with pomade.

As Scott's cock throbbed, his home changed. His computer become a record player, still playing those jazzy blues on loop. His doctorate degree turned into a painting whilst shelves of comic books and fantasy novels transformed into mysteries and non-fiction. All before finally his smartphone on his desk, his last saving grace to stop this change and call for help flattened and expanded, turning black and white into a big broadsheet newspaper with the date on the front, reading the year.

1955.

And with that, Scott realised too late what was happening before he felt his cock throb and come in his pants, again and again and again...The pleasure ricocheting throughout his new body, like the added muscle mass gave it more space for the pleasure to fill, for the orgasm to sweep over him as Scott forgot all about his old life for the time being.

He was no longer just Scott.

He was Scott Flynn, the hotshot detective in town who could make any man or woman swoon.

By the time the new Scott stirred from the pleasure, he blinked and almost knocked the newspaper off his desk. He looked down, seeing a cigarette in an ashtray and some case files for him to look over, before there was a knock at the door.

"Gosh I must have dozed off," Scott murmured to himself, for some reason he blinked in surprise, as if he wasn't used to his voice.

He looked at the clock. Near midnight.

If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought his dreams were real and he was stuck living out some noir film for a few days. After all, a knock at the door so late at night, wasn't that how all those noir pictures started?

Either way, he wasn't gonna refuse the call and stood up, dusting himself off and ready to help out on the next case.

After all, what else was a handsome detective like him supposed to do? It was as simple as black and white.

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe do headcannons of 2023, Bill Kaulitz with S/O that has an Elegant / Classy Style? Maybe their fashion is inspired by the 1950’s, and is just really fancy and pretty looking :) ? ( You can also do 2000’s him, too if you’d like! )

(Hello! Sure I can! So sorry if this sucks though, lmao. But anyways, enjoy!)

Classy!Styled!Reader

Even if it was in 2023 or back in 2005 I do not think he would care at all about your style

Obviously he thinks you look great in it, I mean he doesn't care what you wear as long as you like it

And if dressing classy and 1950's style is what you liked?

Go for it then boo

I feel like he would be the one to be flaunting you all over

He doesn't care what anyone says about your style he absolutely loves seeing you look so confident and pretty in it

He probably helps you pick out some of the pieces in your wardrobe

If you liked old and vintage stuff, considering your style, I feel like he would be dead set on getting you actual clothes from back then

To surprise you with on like special occasions or maybe on your birthday or anniversary

He knows you can dress to impress at any time and literally can turn heads

He also finds it so cute that when you guys are out you get so many looks and stares

Not the bad ones, he loves the good ones especially from older people from the actual 1950's-1960's

He loves taking your hand and giving you a little spin yo give you little compliments on your outfit

He is the best on noticing small and little fancy details on your outfits

I don't know how he just is able to spot them from so far

Even if it was back when he was younger and y'all were dating he did not care what people said about your style

He would rub how much better you looked than them in their faces

He loves seeing the look on others faces as you would walk into the room all elegant and shit

You guys actually look like two different photos from two different times side by side it's funny

Fans have a little small inside joke about that but it's cute

Plus you both having such different styles is how he was first draw to you in the first place

He would sometimes match with you but in like a more and classy emo style in the 1950's if this was 2005 him

Or he would have small little things from your closet incorporated into his outfits or small ones into yours

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Roleplay Tips: "Actionable Responses"

We have all experienced, or will at some point in the future, a thread that feels like it is going nowhere. It's that feeling of reluctance to pull up the draft, of realizing it's the third or so time of experiencing dread when you see that other person respond.

You're bored with the thread. That, or you want to continue and just can't seem to think of what to do next!

There are a number of reasons why this can happen, but one of the most common ones is a lack of an actionable response from your partner. In most cases, deciding to wrap up the thread is the best thing to suggest...but most of us are just too "polite" to do that, huh? 😉But that's a post for another time.

So, what is an actionable response? Simply put, it's a reply to a thread that manages to give direction to your partner. This has NOTHING to do with matching length of post! It's just a matter of being aware that this is a collaborative effort.

Here's an example:

Character A: "I think we should invite our friends out to a party." Character B: "That's a great idea!" Character A: "It'll be a formal party. I'm going to work on the invitations tonight. I'll really go all out and make it fancy!" Character B: "Oh, I can't wait to see what you come up with! I'll be sure to wear the red dress I got over the weekend." Character A: "I'm sure it looks stunning on you. I don't know what I'm going to wear yet. I think I need to figure out the venue and the details first." Character B: "You are going to knock it out of the park! You're always so good at organizing everything!"

So, what happened? The conversation above isn't bad! However, there was "burden" placed on the writer of Character A each time. The writer of B has responded each time in similar length, but gives A little to no idea how to continue the conversation. Each reply made it the responsibility of the writer of A to come up with the direction for the conversation. Here's the breakdown:

A: Starts with the opening prompt (the party)

B: Agrees with idea

A: Elaborates on prompt

B: Enthuses about prompt, brings up new subject (dress)

A: Compliments B, brings up new subject (uncertainty)

B: Reassures A

Sometimes your character requires noncommittal responses, and this is OK to do once in awhile! But think about this in real life: If you met someone who was only this reactive to your comments and never really asked about you or your actions... Wouldn't it get a bit exhausting to talk with them? At the very least, they would appear polite but uninterested, and interactions would tend to be short.

Here's a better example for the above, one with actionable responses from B.

Character A: "I think we should invite our friends out to a party." Character B: "That's a great idea! Which friends, though? The ones from work or school?" Character A: "Why not both? I think it'd be cool to combine our social groups. Unless you think they wouldn't get along…?" Character B: "Well, you know how wild I get around Stacy on the dance floor. I wouldn't want it to reflect bad on my performance review …" Character A: "That's true, you two can get pretty unhinged. But I was thinking of theming it up to be more of a formal party. Like, make fancy invitations and everything!" Character B: "Oh, that sounds amazing! And less likely I'll start twerking, although the possibility isn't zero. Do you need any help with the invitations? Or anything else?" Character A: "I should have the invitations under control, but I'd love it if you could brainstorm the decorations. I want to go for a vintage 1950's vibe." Character B: "I am already making a Pinterest. This is going to be great! Oh, and I just bought the cutest red dress that'll work perfectly for the theme! Do you know what you want to wear? We can go window shopping later if you want!" Character A: "That would be great! Do you have pics of the dress?"

The above interaction isn't just more equal in engagement, its flow and dialogue is far more natural and prompts more detailed responses! Here's the breakdown for this one:

A: Starts with the opening prompt (the party)

B: Responds asking for more details, prompting a new subject (guest list)

A: Answers, asks for B's opinion

B: Answers, brings up a third party that A can comment on

A: Makes a comment, but chooses not to pursue subject at length; brings up new point of discussion (formal party)

B: Gives opinion, offers help

A: Accepts help, provides further prompt details (party theme)

B: Gives opinion, offers up another subject of clothing, offers up potential next direction/goal of thread (shopping)

There is a lot more "work" involved on both sides in the above example. And this is just with dialogue alone -- using descriptors and physical actions (i.e B could pull up their phone and show A the photos of their dress, or A could have started to playfully mock imitate B's dancing) also gives the other character something to respond to. This works great for Muses who canonically don't say much or are generally quiet in certain scenarios!

The ultimate goal of writing Actionable Responses is to share the responsibility of the scene, so that one writer doesn't feel burdened with directing everything and eventually associate your threads with fatigue, even subconsciously. Communication also plays a big part, too! Your responses may be actionable, but if the other writer isn't picking up any of them, it's time to pause the thread and communicate ooc and see what's up!

"Oh no! I realized I don't write a lot of Actionable Responses! Does that mean I'm a bad writer/horrible person? Do all my partners secretly hate me? Is this why I don't get any responses?"

NO. Realizing the above only means you're learning something new right now, and it is up to you if you want to employ the above suggestions or not. This thread is not meant to shame people -- it is meant to educate, and maybe even put into words what other writers feel, so that they can share and point to it when they feel responsibility is unbalanced in a thread.

[equallyshaw]

a blue moon w mat barzal.

insta edit.

Warnings: none !

Word Count: 1.8k+

Not the best, but wanted to get something out. A bit rusty, but hope you enjoy!

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they met at a very grand and very chic new years party, at the plaza hotel in midtown manhattan 3 years ago. she had been swaying to the old 1950’s music, sipping sparingly on the very expensive $600 champagne. she watched as my older sister danced with her newly minted fiance at the time, as the two had just become engaged over the very snowy christmas eve. lucy had originally planned to bring her boyfriend of 6 years to the new years eve party, but he broke up with her a week before christmas day. out of the blue, very sudden, and gave her no clarity whatsoever.

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blue moon, you saw me standing alone

without a dream in my heart without a love of my own

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but there she was, watching the loved up couples dancing as time winded down to midnight. She peered over her shoulder, towards the balcony and sighed, before making her way over. her newly gifted jimmy choo heals clicked uncomfortably on the marble floor. she felt an instant sigh of relief as the brunette stepped foot outside to the 12-degree, cold. she walked up to the railing and looked out of busy, busy new york, taking in all the sights and sounds, and the stray snow coming down as well. she smiled down at her hand, twisting the glass ever so slightly. she then looked up and to her right, and saw him. a tall, dark haired, mysterious man who leaned against the railing, looking towards the city. smiling, picking up her glass and walkedon over. he heard the heels clicking on the concrete and looked up towards the girl. he was gorgeous. her breath halted ever so slightly, and blushed. “fancy some company?” grinning, sipping her champagne. He watched as she did so, him intoxicated by her sheer presence. he took in all 5’4 of her, black dress and her bruntte hair in perfect waves. “why are you all alone?” he questioned, “no girl like you- should ever be alone.” forward, which she loved. whe smiled, “i could say the same to you shakespeare…” and he looked down ever so quickly.

"my ex broke up with me a month ago…nobody to take to the party. You?” he said shrugging. “ny boyfriend broke up with me..last week.” she said and he then saluted his drink towards her. “i suggest, were gonna need more of that.” he grinned, before alerting a server that they needed two new glasses of champagne. she looked at him with curiosity, as he thanked the server. she took the new glass, clinking her’s with his and swallowed a fine amount.

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blue moon, you knew just what i was there for

you heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for

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the night sky dawned upon them as they spoke outside at the party. the two spoke of who they were, where they come from, their past relationships, and more. the two couldn’t believe how they were so alike, yet very different. two different worlds colliding, so very smoothly. lucy stood there in shock, as mat waited for a response. “so quickly? She questioned and he nodded. “you’d go into a relationship without somebody so quickly after 3 years of dating?” he laughed. the laugh sending electricity and heat up her body. She watched as it traveled throughout his body, seemingly normal. Though, he hadn’t had a good chuckle that good in awhile. “what about you, miss lucy?” he questioned, watching her tug his tux’s jacket closer to her. “I mean, maybe? It would have to be the right person and if it fell right. I want somebody that will be there high and low, and in between. Somebody who will say yes no matter what to my crazy idea or suggestion…” mat cut her off- “which would be?” he grinned. She blushed, “maybe getting joes pizza at 2 am or ice cream at malibu diner..the simple things.” she teased sipping more of her drink. “I wish for that person as well, to stand by me through all the ups and downs of hockey and the chaotic life it brings.” he added and she nodded, placing a hand on his arm. “i do too, mathew.” she smiled, before sliding the jacket off and placing it in his hands. The two’s hands grazed one another’s, and she moved them so slightly, they were nothing longer touching. he looked down at the jacket and back up at her, but she was already on her way back inside. “lucy!” though she slipped right inside as soon as he said her name. he hurried inside to find her, but was too late, the madness had begun as the clock struck 12.

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and then there suddenly appeared before me

the only one my arms could ever hold

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mat walked into the grand ballroom at the plaza, one year later for the annual new years ever party. he scanned the room for one girl, and one girl only. the girl that had stolen his heart in the 45 minutes he knew her. a girl he had yet to see at joes pizza at 2 am or the malibu diner. anders pulled him further into the room as he spotted him walk in. “come on the guys are waiting.” mat sighed as he walked over towards bo horvat, zach parise, mat martin and beau; who had snuck down for new years from vancouver. anders pushed a vintage, tulip glass. he looked down and realized, he hadn’t had any champagne since last new years. he took a gulp, before the spicy yet sweet sensation tingled his throat. “Im gonna go look at the buffet.” he said and the guys nodded going back to their conversation and food. mat sauntered over to the buffet picking up a small china plate, and digging into the salmon, veggies some lemon rice. mat was about to turn to grab a glass of water when he heard her laugh. he turned so quickly, he bumped into an older gentleman. “oh my god, im so sorry!” he exclaimed bending down to help clean up the ice that spilled from the drink. “Grandpa, are you ok?” he heard her angelic, soft voice. mat looked up from where now the waiter was telling him they had it. He nodded, standing back up. lucy inspected her grandfather, while a man beside her eyed mat. lucy looked past her grandpa, and had a moment of realization. “Mat?” she questioned, and mat ever the dumb-looking mat nodded. “how are you?” she questioned, reaching out to hug him like the two had known one another for years, they pulled apart and thats when he saw it. He saw the vintage, at least 200,000 dollar engagement ring. she saw him look down at it, and she slowly pulled her hand back behind her back, where it had been most of the night. “how are you? who are you here with?” she questioned, as her fiance fell into side with her. “im uh, ive been good! Im here with some of my teammates.” he explained while pointing to the other side of the room. “oh good! glad its more people this time.” she smiled, a soft smile. He nodded, “so are you two?” he questioned putting the clues together. “Yes! We got engaged in July, while we were vacationing in Italy at my family’s estate.” lorenzo explained. mat nodded trying to read the girl’s face, who was trying to look anywhere but his. “hun, may you get me a drink please?” she asked and lorenzo nodded, kissing her temple before walking off.

“Congrats by the way.” mat said, and she nodded. “Yeah…sorry to ambush you.” she said patting down her silver dress. mat shrugs, “i mean how else would i know?” he asked giving an uncomfortable laugh. “Not like it was in the papers or anything.” he stated jokingly, and then he saw her face. “yeah, my family is uh pretty wealthy and uh..yeah.” she said sheepishly and then lorenzo walked back up, with a cosmopolitan in his hand. “thankyou.” she said taking it from his hand and setting it on the table behind them. “i uh should probably be heading back to my friends, im sorry for for your drink sir.” he motioned towards her grandpa, and he waved him off. “im just glad i got another one for our sake.” he laughed, causing mat to laugh as well. lucy smirked, knowing that her grandpa hadn’t had a hearty laugh like that with lorenzo. mat walks away, and lorenzo is in distress.

mat watched from a far for about 45 minutes, a tense conversation between the fiances. he saw lorenzo walk out of the ballroom, and lucy towards the terrace. he followed her about 5 minutes after the door was closed behind her. he walked outside, and she turned around instantly. she had hoped he saw that she walked out. “lucy?” he questioned, pulling off his jacket like he had done last year and draped it over her shoulders, and he wrapped his arms from behind, pulling her into him. she smiled widely, “i had been waiting to..to be held by you once again.” she smiled up at him. he blushed, “you are the only one i want to hold.” he whispered in her ear, staring at the city in front of him.

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Iiheard somebody whisper please adore me

and when I looked the moon had turned to gold

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she turned around in his arms, looking up at him. “i’ve decided to leave a life i thought was meant for me, and what i wanted but…i dont want that mat. he was never the one, those 45 minutes were the best 45 minutes of my life mat. i havent been able to stop thinking about you since last year. and i dont want him, i want you mat. only you.” she confessed and he smiled, pulling her in as close as possible. “i wanted somebody to adore me…the way i adore them.” she whispered, and he nodded. he drawed her chin towards his, his cool hands sending waves of sensation down her spine, before he kissed the brunette. the rare full moon of new years eve, cascaded down upon them. no longer a ‘blue’ moon but a ‘gold’ one at that.

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the two start their first dance as partners, at the very place they met for the first time and three years after they first met. when the two were presented with picking the date, the two looked at one another and instantly knew when and where. and with a little help from her grandpa, the two were to wed on new years eve at one of the most sought-after hotel in nyc. and there plans for after midnight? a 45 minute walk to malibu diner for icecream and pie.

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hope you all enjoyed!! pls like and repost, itd mean a lot.

random tags: @matbaerzal @barzysunflower @barzal @rosesvioletshardy @canuckshuggy @bitchinbarzal @andreburakozy @jayda12

[beautifulfuckup99]

“There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."

Fourth type of soul mate: The Soul Mate

"The Soul Mate: When you think of the term 'Soul Mates', this is the usual type of Soul Mate your brain jumps to. Unconditional love follows these souls through each life. It is always a sudden and strong sexual and romantical attraction that is unexplainable to outsiders looking in. It just feels right to be by their side, and after each last breath comes a promise to meet again. In the next lifetime."

Warning(s): Smut and Fluff!

Author's Note: You want more? Here's more.

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September 8th, 1950 Kentucky...

"Just count your lucky stars we're sending you..." Your boss says from over the rotary phone placed in front of you at the ticket booth right outside of the Kentucky Derby. You roll your eyes at the backhanded compliment. You were hoping your first writing project for this damn newspaper would be a... Serious one. There were bigger things happening in the world than some damn horse race!

"This man you're talkin to is a real big deal, you know. Won every race he's been in, and now he's tryin his ass at jump racing. You're gonna capture it all on that fancy camera of yours, and write up a nice little article about his win, or a sad one if he loses." Your boss says, as if you didn't know your own objectives for the day. You sigh and reach into your purse for your pack of cigarettes, but get pulled from your addiction by the man running the booth.

"Got people waiting to use the phone, lady." The man says and you nod, putting on a polite smile.

"Sorry. Sorry. I gotta go, Bobby. I'll be back in the office tomorrow." You say before hanging up, the hot summer air blowing past you as you fix your hair to keep it in place. "Damn hot country air..." You mutter to yourself as you fix your long tan skirt and red blouse tucked into the waistband.

Had to always dress nice...

You walk through the metal gates and scan the large horse track before your eyes land on the stables. Gripping the leather of your purse strap, you embark on the route towards your new story...

Walking into the stables, your nose fills with hay and sweat and iron and horses. So many horses...

"Excuse me?" You ask a random man who's walking past you with a large stack of hay in his grasp. "Do you know where I can find Kim Taehyung?" You ask, nose scrunched a bit to show just how clueless you were.

"Uh... Right over there, I believe, little miss. What brings you here? You his girl?" The man smirks and you hum with false pleasantness in your tone.

"Not exactly..." You mutter before walking off to the section the man had nodded towards when talking to you. When you walk into the stable, you see nothing at first.

"Uh... Hello?" You ask before stepping closer and seeing a young man dressed in jockey gear hiding behind the large brown horse between you two. You pause.

"Taehyung?" You ask and he peeks over the horse slightly to smile sheepishly at you.

"Depends on what you need." He teases quietly as you stare at him closely. You couldn't help it. He was a handsome man.

"Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim. Um... Last second jitters?" You joke as you motion to where he'd been hiding. He stands up straighter and laughs nervously at that, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Me? Jitters? Nah, never." He nods certainly and shakes your hand slowly.

"I came to interview your before the big race." You inform softly, but don't pull your hand away. It felt good in his grasp.

"Oh? Well... I'm on a time crunch, but... I can happily tell you all you need to know... After the race. Say... Over dinner?" He asks hopefully, and you eye him up and down.

"Mm... Depends." You say finally.

"On?" He asks, straightening up at the look of consideration on your face.

"If I find you interesting or not." You shrug before you walk out of the stables, blushing slightly.

What the hell just happened?

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September 12th, 1950 Kentucky...

“Hey. You okay?” The question rings through the night air as you keep pace with each other. You wrap your arms around yourself a bit as you try and fix up your posture.

“Yeah. Don’t I look okay?” You try jokingly. You’d fallen into a peaceful silence as you walked back to your place from your night out at the town’s bar. It felt nice to be around this man, and a part of you didn’t want tonight to end.

He hums softly. “You look cold.” He jokes as he slips off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders effortlessly.

“Oh. Tae…” You try as you softly push it off your shoulders.

“No, no. Don’t you dare give that back.” He says simply and you blush a bit before fixing the jacket back on to your shoulders. It smelled strongly like him, and it did protect you from the chilly night country air.

“Well… If you insist.” You tease and he chuckles.

“Yup. That’s right, little lady. I don’t play when it comes to being a gentleman.” He jokes. “You will accept my jacket.” He smirks and you giggle as you look down a bit at your heels that step precisely on the pavement under you.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” He asks finally, gazing up at the stars with his hands in his pockets as you tuck some hair behind your ear. You hum and nod fast as you spot your house coming into view.

“I’m glad. Been awhile since I was… Able to go out with someone. Glad I’m not rusty.” He says and you smile a bit. Ain’t that the truth. You haven’t been out in awhile, but this just felt so right. Better than any other date you’ve been on.

“Here we are…” He finally says and you can’t help the frown that forms on your lips. You guys ascend the steps and get to your front door. You sigh softly and eye the door before leaning against it, looking up at the 5-foot-10 man standing in front of you.

“This is the part where I’m supposed to say goodnight, right?” He whispers and you gaze into his eyes softly.

“Are you going to?” You whisper back and he chuckles a bit, sheepish.

“Why do you ask?” He challenges playfully, voice a mumble as you smile up at him.

“You just… You’ve got this… Look. In your eyes…” You whisper back and he looks at you. His eyes were open books. You could see he didn’t want this night to end just like you…

“Oh? And what kind of look… Would that be?” He asks quietly and you bite your lip while you slowly reach up to touch his tie.

“The kind of look that says… You don’t wanna leave just yet…” You whisper as you gaze at his tie instead of his eyes because then he’d see that you wanted that too.

“Oh, really?” He whispers and then looks at your door before looking down at you again. “Are you gonna take pity on me then?” He asks and you finally look up at him, your cheeks hearing up only a bit as you shift slightly on your feet.

“Maybe just… To get some water for the road. It is the nice thing to do…” You say softly as you stand up straighter.

He nods. “I’d appreciate that. Yeah, water… Water sounds real nice…” He smiles.

“Just water.” You say as you point a finger at him, and he holds up both hands innocently.

“You’ve got my word.” He says and you only hum before letting you both inside.

The conversation flows nicely and freely over two glasses of water as you sit at your kitchen table. You each enjoy some fruit as well to nibble on as you focus more on each other. The time passes by so effortlessly and when you finally catch sight of the time, you see it’s almost one in the morning.

“Goodness sake…” You chuckle as you shake your head. Taehyung looks over and is also stunned by the time. “Look at that. Holy…” He trails off as you get up and start to gather the dishes and glasses.

“Getting late.” You note bashfully as you head over to the sink, mind wondering of what the night can hold for you two. As if reading your mind, Taehyung walks over to the sink too.

“Is this goodbye?” He asks quietly as he watches you start to wash the dishes. You look at him.

“What do you want?” You ask finally as you watch him smirk at the question.

“What do I want…” He mutters, as if thinking. “Can I be straightforward?” He asks and you can’t bring yourself to talk so you just nod.

“Well. I want… you. I want you… Under me. Legs wrapped around my waist. Nails digging into my back. I want you… To be absolutely… Lost… In pleasure.” He whispers as he looks you right in the eyes. You feel your entire body heat up at just his words and slowly turn off the water before you turn fully to face him.

“And how do I know you… You’re gonna stick around come morning?” You ask sheepishly. You wanted to give in too, so bad. But… What if this was all some game? He chuckles quietly at your question and shakes his head as if amused that you’d even ask that.

“There is… Nowhere else… I’d wanna go.” He whispers honestly and you feel your heart race as you grab his face and crash your lips into his, kissing him deeply as he quickly grabs a hold of your hips.

The make out is hot and heavy and he pulls away for a split second to catch his breath. “I can’t wait. Here. Now.” He pants before turning you around, so your back is to him, kissing along your neck and biting the cork of your neck as you shut your eyes in pleasure, gasping at the suddenness of his need for you. He makes quick work of unzipping your dress, groaning at the black lace set that makes you blush. You were hoping for something, that much was obvious.

With your dress now looked around your feet and his lips working your shoulders and back, his rough hands roam your body as you moan softly, enjoying being taken care of like this.

“Tae!” You moan out finally. His hand slides into your underwear and you gasp sharply only to be held between the counter and Taehyung while he rubbed your clit firmly.

“Oh! Oh!” You moan as you press right against his hand while he groans at how wet you are. You couldn’t help it. And thanks to him pressing against you, you didn’t have to worry about your legs giving out.

“Oh. What is it, darlin? Hm?” He teases quietly. “Tell me. Tell me what is it…” He encourages in your ear quietly as you grip the countertop, gasping out his name in response. It’s the only thing that could come to mind at this point.

“Mm… Lean back.” He orders and you do just that, your head falling back on his shoulder. “Look up at me…” He pants and you force your eyes open, looking up at him as you whine quietly against his lips, grinding against his rough hand…

“There you go…” He praises quietly. “Hi.” He teases and smiles softly before kissing your forehead tenderly. “What do you want, Y/N?” He whispers and you feel your mind racing. You wanted so much all at once, honestly…

“Tell me what you want…” He encourages as you start to kiss his neck and up his jawline while you shiver softly at his attention.

“I want you…” You manage to breathe out as you continue rocking against his hand, your clit throbbing for release.

“I can tell. You’re so damn wet down here…” Taehyung pants as he presses firmly against you and you feel how hard he is.

“You’re one… To talk…” You moan quietly, eyes shutting again as you grind your ass back on the bulge. He groans lowly.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He groans as his other hand roams up your body to grip one of your breasts through your bra.

You feel his finger tease your entrance before his other finger follows. You breathe in sharply as you feel him start to slowly finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit. You cry out, head back against his shoulder. You felt trapped in the best way possible.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want…” He whispers in your ear as you start to trample in pleasure.

“I-I can’t… I can’t w-wait!” You whine. You needed more and you couldn’t wait for it. You needed to feel full now.

“Can’t wait? Can’t wait for what, hm?” He taunts quietly as his hand slips under your bra and starts to tweak at your nipple, making you arch your back.

“I’ve got you. Feel good for me…” He whispers in your ear and something just snaps in you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You kiss Tae hotly and grab the back of his neck, turning in his arms. He doesn’t even have time to react before you’re both falling on the kitchen floor, you straddling him. There’s no pain, just a white-hot need for more. For him. You blindly make quick work of his clothes, basically ripping open his tan vest and yanking at his tie as you make out.

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April 19th, 1952 Kentucky...

"There you two are..." You say as you hop down the wooden steps of the farmhouse you'd gone to enjoy the ceremony in. The silk white wedding dress hugged your body like a dream, and the long sleeves helped protect you from the cool evening air.

Taehyung and your father look over at you as you run over to basically tackle your husband, enjoying the feel of his body against yours.

"You found us." Your father snickers as Tae kisses your forehead softly, an arm coming around to hold you tight to his side.

"Am I needed inside?" He asks you softly and you hum quietly.

"Not exactly." You say back bashfully.

"I think you're needed for husbandly duties." Your father jokes and Taehyung laughs softly as he eyes you playfully. "I'll leave you two love birds alone." He continues and you move away from your husband to hug your dad before he heads inside.

With you both alone now for the first time all day, you can't help but grab his face, kissing him deeply. He laughs against your lips but wastes no time in kissing you back. "Finally." You joke quietly against his lips, your hand going to play with his tie as he smiles bashfully at you.

"Come on now. We've got forever to kiss like that." He snickers softly as he grabs your waist firmly, holding you against him as he looks deep into your eyes.

"Not long enough." You taunt quietly as you wrap your arms around his neck. He hums and kisses your forehead sweetly.

"Imma make you eat those words, Y/N." He threatens jokingly as he sways with you ever so slightly, as if he couldn't help but move with you under the night sky. Your heavy head finds home against his chest, eyes shutting as you smile peacefully. This is what you needed...

"Do your worst." You whisper finally, eyes opening only to watch the way your gold band shimmered in the moonlight, hand gripping his tie more. You've never seen something look so... Perfectly placed. Like the ring was made specifically for you to wear as his wife. A title that was so accepted wholeheartedly.

"I hope we get more forevers..." You whisper, eyes shutting once more so you're fully drowned by the feeling.

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September 8th, 2023 South Korea...

"Just count yourself lucky, Y/N..." Your boss says as you hold your cell phone between your shoulder and ear as you walk through the spinning glass door of the recording building you'd been told to go to. You roll your eyes at the backhanded compliment. You were hoping your first writing project for this damn blog would be a... Serious one. There were bigger things happening in the world than some K-pop idol enlisting in the military!

"This man you're talking to is a real big deal, you know. Part of the biggest boyband in the world. You're gonna write up a nice little article about him, and then be on your way." Your boss says, as if you didn't know your own objectives for the day. You sigh and reach up to fix your hair that had gotten messy from the wind, but you're pulled from your conversation by some intern approaching you slowly.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" The man asks, and you nod, putting on a polite smile as you hold up a finger, silently asking for one more second on the phone.

"Sorry. Sorry. I gotta go, Bob. I'll be back in the office tomorrow." You say before hanging up, giving full attention to the intern as you fix your tan slacks and red blouse that was tucked into the waistband.

Had to always dress nice...

"Mr. Kim is upstairs? Fifth floor." He says before beckoning you to follow him. You grip the leather of your purse strap as you embark on the route towards your new story...

[shushposting]

Hell is Our Paris (2/3)

Valentino puts on his gift, Vox's repressed 1950's ass is hot for it.

princess!kink, feminization!kink, intersex oral sex, prehensile moth dick, exhibitionism/does forcing your employees to stay on video call with you while you go down on your partner count as public sex?, Vox jerks off with the train of a dress because of course he does

Part 1 here https://www.tumblr.com/shushposting/745247138870624256/part-12-staticmoth-princesskink-daddykink

.o.

The elevator paused on the ride up to the top of V Tower, the doors opening for Velvette. The twisted grin she gives him is knowing and full of filthy promises. She shuts the door on her little media clowns that try to follow after her in favor of the two of them riding alone.

“Off to your ivory tower to get ready for your fancy date with your flat-faced prince?” She teases “Did he tell you anything?”

Valentino shakes his head with a hum, “Only that a box or something is waiting for me upstairs and we have a reservation at 10.”

“‘A box or-‘ fucking hell that ‘box’ is worth more than a car.“ She snaps indignantly “And what’s in it is priceless.”

Fuck could this elevator not go any faster

“Stop looking like a kid at Christmas, Val, it’s disgusting.” But there’s no bite, if anything his enthusiasm makes her look smug, no doubt patting herself on the back for her hand in it.

“I’ve waited all day to see what this is. I don’t like waiting. I’m allergic, I get hives and shit.”

“You’re an idiot.” The click click clicks of her typing fills the brief silence before she nudges him with her hip “You’ll love it. Promise.”

“Is it hot?”

“Like hellfire. It’s..” she clicks her tongue, picking her words as carefully as she picks patterns and fabrics, “niche. Honestly, it's the first I’ve ever made like it.”

“You made it? Just for this?” It wasn’t rare for her to make pieces just for them but it made it feel more intense- intimate- that whatever it was Vox wanted had been so specific it needed to be done from scratch.

“Hand sewn by yours truly, I wouldn’t let anybody else touch it.”

“Aww Vel-“

“Upupupup- don’t drag me into the gross feelings, save that energy for Vox.” She flippantly waves her hand in a shooing motion but leaves it dangling in the air expectantly.

He catches her hand and dips at the waist to kiss the back of her knuckles “You're the best, Babydoll.”

"Of course I am." She says as the elevator opens to their shared common room and she steps off "At least remember that when you're ruining that outfit."

The doors close behind her and he watches the numbers climb- and yeah he is like a kid at Christmas, restless and damn near bouncing in his stilettos. He knew the ride was going to take up his whole damn afterlife he would have just flown up-

Really it takes less than a minute to reach the penthouse and for the doors open to the long hall leading to his rooms. Kitty and his sentry girls are already standing by with the doors held open for him. He doesn't bother to acknowledge them, just strides in and slams the door behind him.

And oh Vox, that sweet, hopeless romantic. There's a trail of petals under his feet as soon as he steps in, sweet pink candles flickering here and there along the path they made. He follows them through his flat to the bedroom. There are at least three bouquets worth of the silky red petals scattered on his bed, beautifully setting off the immaculate white of the package sitting on top of it.

The box is massive and Velvette wasn't kidding about the damn thing's worth. There was no ugly brown cardboard and cheap stickers. Like a jeweler's box, it was covered in thin, shiny leather with his name embossed across the front in elegant looping gold. Unmistakable as Vel's exclusive luxury line.

When he lifts the lid all he sees is white. White lace. White silk. White sheer gossamere. White white white

He sees the telltale lace garters and knows where this is going.

Vox's repressed 1950's ass always did get hot and bothered for Val in a dress.

He lifts.. and lifts and lifts and lifts. The sheer skirt is floor-length, slit up the front with a train, the shimmering gossamer pooling over the bed and he has to step back and hold it up as high as he can just to be able to see the whole thing. The bodice is a plunging sweetheart cut with rose-patterned lace over silk cups, the corset below was the same see-through as the skirt. Tight lace panties and a garter set are all there is in the way of bottoms under the skirt. The whole thing was more vintage bridal lingerie than a dress.

For a moment he thinks that in life Vox must have had a magazine with something like this secretly tucked away from his uppity bitch of a wife that never let him touch her unless the lights were off and they were under the sheets. He wonders how long Vox has been sitting on this little fantasy. Wonders if he'll even let him get out of it or just tear the train away from his ass and rip the panties down the middle and fuck him just like that.

Velvette was right, they were going to ruin this.

His phone buzzes, Vox's contact flashing across the screen Do you like it?

"I do." Valentino says out loud, smiling at the camera in the corner of the room

Then put it on. Strip for me.

Val unfolds his wings slowly, letting them slide away as he peels out of his leather pants, bending deep at the waist as they fall off to either side to show his ass. Staying bent Valentino spreads his legs further to slide off his heels- far enough he knows Vox can see between his thighs. He straightens slowly with an exaggerated arch of his back that keeps his hips canted out for Vox's viewing pleasure. When he turns he can see sparks around the camera and he knows the media overlord is getting off on the tease.

He walks towards the camera like he's on a catwalk as he flicks open the buttons of his shirt, his upper hands coming up to play with his chest once they're free. "What do you think, Papi? The gold rings or the diamond barbell tonight?"

He doesn't miss the zoom of the lens as he gets another text Diamonds. The ones I bought you for last year's award show.

A flash of red and Val is in the air, wings lifting him up to level with the camera as he cups and pushes his chest up giving Vox a close-up of the cleavage he's made, rolling his nipples between his claws for show while he slips his lower arms the rest of the way out of the shirt

And drapes it over the camera

HEY

This time Valentino texts back "Commit to the bit, Voxxy. You can't see me in the dress yet, bad luck or some shit."

The typing bubbles appear and disappear a few times. Valentino just laughs and thinks "I broke him" until it finally buzzes

Eyeliner. The cheap shit so it runs when I ruin you

Vox always knew just what to say to make his heart flutter.

.o.

Vox straightens his crisp white suit as he walks briskly down the hall to Valentino's penthouse suite, his assistant skittering after him. "Tell them I want the wine already poured when we sit down, leave the bottle. Wait five minutes and bring the food, then nobody enters the balcony unless I call for them. You did get my order didn't you?"

The eel furiously types up the instructions under the overlord's complex, obnoxiously specific order. "Yessir. I'll send this to the restaurant right away."

A sharp, withering look is shot over the media demon's shoulder as he adjusts his new diamond cufflinks.

"A-and I'll call as well, of course, to make sure they thoroughly understand your instructions, Sir."

"Good man. Have the driver bring the car around."

The eel walks as fast as he can without outright running from his boss. Kitty stands dutifully off to the side of Valentino's double doors, the fat bouquet of roses and little velvet box worth more than her that he'd ordered held out to him.

He takes it, checking inside the box that it's exactly what he wanted before closing it with a satisfied snap. "Kitty, have the elevators cleared, nobody hits a button until after we've left for our reservation. We won't be stopped for a second from this door to the car, you understand?"

She dips into a dainty curtsey with the tails of her bow and stays there until after the door closes behind him.

As he strolls to Valentino's room he notes everything had been arranged exactly how he'd specified, from the scent of the candles to only the most vibrant and perfect of rose petals making a path on the floor. Now as long as everyone could manage to be just as competent for the rest of the night there wouldn't be any problems and heads wouldn't have to roll.

He sees himself in his cameras, giving himself one last check. Velvette had assured him the immaculate white of his suit was made from the same silk as Valentino's outfit and the navy of the undershirt was the perfect compliment to his partner's lilac skin. 'Perfectly paired down to the last detail' she'd said.

He'd make damn sure tonight was exactly that. Perfect.

He only knocks for show, three quick raps before letting himself in with the little box tucked behind his back.

And oh he's glad Valentino didn't let him see before now.

The lights are dimmed and the moth is in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in the pink glow of the tower lights as he smokes. It's art, the silhouette of his long long legs outlined by the shimmering, see-through skirt and the way it fans across the floor around his feet. Hands that weren't holding the long cigarette stick were resting on his body, touching himself through the bodice, over the lace garters around his thighs, resting on his hip with fingers dipping just under the hem of his panties.. It's like the cover of one of those erotica novels and he's sure Valentino had staged the visual on purpose- the pose too modeled for it to be candid. Even from across the room, Vox can see the eyeliner rimming his eyes and a red sheen across his lower lip. He couldn't wait to smudge the hell out of them both.

Valentino's red eyes look away from the cityscape below and land on him, a hungry grin spreading until his gold fang glitters in the pink light as he looks Vox appreciatively up and down.

"Evening, Princess." Vox crosses the room, passing the bouquet into one of Valentino's hands, taking the one off his hip as soon as his own is free. "Let me look at you."

The moth sweeps the skirt out, the slit opening up to show the skin of his thighs, "Is it what you imagined?"

"Almost. Just missing one little thing.." He holds Val's knuckles to his mouth as he goes down on one knee, bringing the velvet box out from behind his back and flipping it open with his thumb.

Valentino purrs, pleased and giddy as he looks down at the massive diamond presented to him. "Christ Vox that's a fucking rock."

"I only buy you the best." Vox hums back at him, sliding the ring on with the same reverence as the prince with Cinderella's slipper.

-"S'that what gets you off? Some sweet prince charming bullshit? Put on Cinderella's stiletto and you get to go up under the skirt on your knees? Fucking hell Vox, no wonder you don't get laid down here."

"Oh fuck you, Otis."

"Nah, I'm not on the market. And unless you start earning me some big bucks with that little camera, your ~Princess~ ain't either. He's a whore Vox. My whore. Don't you go forgetting that." -

The static overlay of the memory fills him with a spiteful kind of satisfaction knowing the fat pig was rolling in his second grave because Vox was about to do exactly that.

He catches Val's eyes and lowers his digital mouth to the ring, then the inside of his wrist where the kiss turns to a barely-there lick. Daftly he moves Valentino's newly ringed hand over his shoulder and around the back of his neck, a silent signal 'hold on to me' as he moves the slit of the skirt out of the way to press his mouth just above the lace garters cinched around his thighs. A blue-clawed hand slides up the skin-warm silk of the corset and pushes the moth to lean back against the glass window.

"Come on, Princess, I said I wanted to look. Show me all of it" Vox slips a hand behind the back of one knee and hooks it over his shoulder.

And fuck does Val show him. His upper claws hold onto the free shoulder of Vox's fine suit and arches his back against the window to spread his legs while balancing on one perfect white stiletto to show off the lacey panties. One hand touches himself, guiding Vox's eyes from the little bow in the front, slowly to the strip of silk where it disappears between his cheeks, and back down to the frilly lace of his garters. Vox follows the path back up with his tongue, nibbles hickies into his thighs, and mouths wet over the silk until it clings tight to every outline and swell. He tests the hem over one hip with his teeth, it was so thin he could just bite right through.

Not yet. Tonight. Definitely tonight.

Vox's head buzzed with an incoming call, tongue vibrating in time with the ringing "Goddammit-"

Valentino's hand pushes hard on the back of his monitor, grinding into the vibrations with a pleased chirp. Digital eyebrows tick up as Vox feels the heel thrown around his back dig in, keeping him from pulling his mouth away to answer. Vox looks up the length of the moth's body, seeing expectant red eyes peeking over the fat bouquet of roses he was holding against his chest.

Fuck it, let it ring. Vox's vibrating tongue curls beneath his cock and further back, tracing over the hidden slit of his cunt through the silk, trying to tease the tight little snatch open. There's the slightest give and the first hint of cherry-sweet pheromone laced slick when the call drops. Incoming Call

Dead. Whoever they are they're dead. Dead dead dead dead. Vox shakes his head sharply, dumping the call. Blue claws slide the wet panties to the side, sharp tips stroking oh so soft over feverish skin and spreading him open, finally gets his tongue on that sweet little cunt he's been starving for all day-

Incoming Call

"Oh goddammit- WHAT?" He shouts against Valentino's skin, the pimp's hands holding him in place as the face-time frame pings into the upper corner of Vox's screen.

It's Vox's driver, wringing his chauffeur hat in his hands, pointedly trying not to stare from his perspective of his boss's static tongue lapping - the sounds this close obscene- at the porn overlord's pink-tinged slick. "I'm- I'm sorry, Mr. Vox Sir. The restaurant.."

"Will still be standing when. I'm. Done. You, on the other hand, will be lucky if I don't gift your head as a hood ornament to your replacement." Every stressed word is punctuated by thrusting his fingers hard enough Valentino is making punched-out little noises and the hand braced on the window squeaks against the glass as he arches into the feeling.

Hard-ass looking shark that he was the driver does a pretty good impression of a beaten dog "Sir, please, the restaurant called. Everything is ready, they're worried the food would-"

"They'll make it again." His tongue slides into Val's pussy between his scissoring fingers, driving in deep and pulling back off with a loud swallow. "Call them back and remind them I fucking own them. I own them, I own the restaurant, I own the brimstone under their feet, and the sky over their worthless, empty little heads. They exist only on my goddamn dime and they'll wait for me for as long as I say."

Valentino's mean laugh hisses above them as his prehensile cock slips out of the hem of his panties, dipping into Vox's mouth, trying to tangle up with his tongue as it licks at him. "Querido, he looks like he's going to cry."

"You'd love that wouldn't you?" Vox hums and takes the wriggling cock into his mouth, tangling his tongue with it, making out with it. "You're so mean, my gorgeous princess."

"You know it makes me wet when you lay down the law like that."

"Sir?" The miserable plea from Vox's speakers is ignored and the driver is left hanging on the line, knowing better than to hang up on his boss.

"Yeah? You like it?"

"Mm-hmm. Reminds me why I love to get on my knees for you and call you 'Sir' and won't ever do it for anyone else. Who else could do this to me?" A perfectly manicured claw slides down the edge of Vox's monitor and pulls him back to the dripping mess.

"Say it for me, Princess." Deep static bass vibrates through Vox's tongue as he licks long and slow through that wetness. "Tell me who else could."

"Nobody, Vox." Valentino moans, breathy and low, rocking between thrusting fingers and lapping tongue. "Nobody- oh fuck- nobody can do to me what you do. Never been this wet for anyone else. Never had to fake it, always fuck me the way you know I need it- the way only you can give it to me. Fucking ruined me for any other dick."

"Good." Vox goes down on him rough and starving, cheeking the moth's probing cock and driving into his cunt with his tongue. Licking loud and messy until slick is filling the seams of his screen and dripping off the edge into a growing puddle on the tile floor.

He pulls open the immaculate white slacks, blindly grabbing for a handful of the dress's train and fisting his cock, fucking into the fine fabric. Static crackles around him, shocking and stinging in delicious little kisses of pain over his skin and between Valentino's soaking folds.

"Vox" The flowers fall to the ground and all of Valentino's hands are grabbing at Vox's monitor and shoulders, riding his face hard.

"Cum, baby." Vox commands against Valentino's pussy, tightening his grip around himself until the friction from the dress burns and his cock starts kicking in his fist. "Cum for me. Now."

Candy pink and cherry sweet fill his mouth. A surge of Valentino's pheromones flood through Vox's fans, an instant high that chases the crest of his own orgasm and prolongs it until he thinks maybe he's cum twice.

He lets his tongue linger with unhurried slow drags through the mess they'd made until Valentino is chirping, pulling at his monitor by his antenna. "I'm going to cum again if you don't stop."

Tempting. Very tempting. But he hears traffic through the face-time feed where their driver was doing his very best to look anywhere but the screen, still waiting to take them to their reservation. He puts their clothes back in place, kisses the thigh thrown over his shoulder before setting Valentino's foot back on the ground.

"We're on our way down," Vox says to the driver before dumping the call and standing. He strokes over the skin-warm silk of the bodice before pulling the moth away from the window by his hips. "Are you ready?"

"After you just ruined me?" The moth's long arms drape over the tv demon's shoulders and waist, not sounding angry in the slightest.

Wet panties, hickie-covered thighs, and cum on his dress, Vox takes it all in with self-satisfied pride. "Tonight's all about us, about belonging to each other. I want everyone to see."

Valentino preens " Then let's go. Carry me?"

Vox sweeps him up all long legs and longer train, their ridiculous height difference putting his screen level with the moth's chest. Valentino had a few more visible hickies by the time they got to the car.

.o.

[telekinetictrait]

too many links on my vatore post so i had to do it on another post :')

because there's so many under a cut

IF YOU WERE TAGGED IN THIS POST ITS BECAUSE IT WOULDNT LET ME ADD YOU IN THE MAIN ONE. SEE IT HERE.

1810s: sunivaa's noel hair - peebsplays' collins outfit / gilded-ghosts' woodhouse bonnet + heywood bun + sensibility skirt + charlotte spencer jacket + hartfield boots

1820s: thesimsblues' regency brutus hair - historicalsimslife's authoritative aristocrat outfit / the-melancholy-maiden's antoinetta set - peebsplays' riding outfit

1830s: johnnysimmer's vevesims' elias hair update - happylifesims' vincent fashion set / the-melancholy-maiden's viola hair - moon-simmers' sunlittides dainty dress recolor - dancemachinetrait's caroline flats

1840s: johnnysimmer's chris hair / buzzardly28's cecilia hair - linzlu's fancy bonnet - oydis' esther dress historian recolor

1850s: kotcatmeow's daryl hair - batsfromwesteros' mid-victorian menswear + theroyalthornoliachronicles red recolor / buzzardly28's 1860s hair 3 (oops) - linzlu's birthday bonnet - simstomaggie's vire dress

1860s: moon-simmer's mr rochester suit (oops!!) / buzzardly28's penny hair - lace-and-honey's linzlu's prairie bonnet conversion - the-melancholy-maiden's antoinetta pearl earrings - linzlu's mary louise walking dress

1870s: plumbobteasociety's elm hair - linzlu's timely coat / i don't remember what hair i used but it was DEFINITELY one of buzzardlys!! - chere-indolente's flower bonnet - dzifasims' christine day dress

1880s: wheresbella's lucifer hair / buzzardly28's bridget hair - simsverses' hat with lily - javitrulovesims' meiji komorebi dress

1890s: vintagesimstress' 1896 cutaway frock / the-melancholy-maiden's late victorian hair and hat set - vintagesimstress' 1898 bella dress

1900s: historicalsimslife's edwardian casual suit / buzzardly28's sophie hair - chere-indolente's forma dress

1910s: cyber-frog-cc's modern man set / waxesnostalgic's small mushroom rose hat - elfdor's antique necklace - gilded-ghosts morning glories set (download here) - waxesnostalgic's edwardian french heels

1920s: happylifesims' suit with robe / the-melancholy-maiden's faux bob - hezzasims' pennyroyal cloche - emmastillsims' curbs' pearl recolors - happylifesims' 1920's day dress 7

1930s: cliffirem's noah hair - moon-simmer's feliciano jacket / vroshii's more 30s curls - plumbobteasociety's fiona sweater - twentiethcenturysims' marian trousers

1940s: plumbobteasociety's elbow patch shirt - moon-simmers bernando pants / twentiethcenturysims' gloria hair - gilded-ghosts sweet suspicions sweater + sleuthhound slacks

1950s: daylifesims' alex hair - vroshii's 30's shirt and shorts / glimersims' sugar hair - bustedpixels' vintage capri set

1960s: simadelic's curtain call hair / linzlu's 1960s basics top - pants - heels (download here)

1970s: polygraphish's dul incaru blouse - ridgeport's joe pants / kamiiri's phoebe hair - huiernxoxo's roxy pants

1980s: zombietrait's smith hair (download here) - deathpoke1qa's trad tank / kamiiri's juniper hair - serenitycc's haywood top - evellsims' fleabag pants

1990s: bloodmooncc's yulin hair - trillyke's full moon sweater - jellymoo's krueger jeans - sondescent's baby-doll shoes

2000s: sondescent's baby-doll shoes / dreambot's devils advocate hair - corporeal-ish scene scribble sneaks

2010s: o0corruptedghoul0o's adam side swept hair - zeussim's lavendel top - evellsims' these things skirt / bloodmooncc's pyretta hair

2020s: simomo's isamo hair - zeussim's skull earring - sforzcc's goosebumps dress / ms-marysim's roxy hair - dreambot's cute thing top

.. AND continuing thanks to @ridgeport @kamiiri @huiernxoxo @deathpoke1qa @serenity-cc @evellsims @jellymoo @sondescent @dreambot @o0corruptedghoul0o @zeussim and finally @ms-marysims

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THE UNIVERSE IS YOUR STAGE- PERFORM! AND DONT WORRY, WE’RE ALL HERE FOR THE SHOW. 🐩💘👛🐽🦄🐝🐝🐥🪼 ♥︎☆🝊𐬾

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PATIENT ZERO: PECAN

*bubble gum pops* HELLO AGAIN tumblr nation…it’s your favorite truckstop whore in the flesh.. nyeah………ANYWAYS. For those who haven’t come to know me my names pecan and I run a church (my blog) where we smoke newports and attend sermons (whatever bullshit posts I have to give) PLEASE! Make yourselves at home- the body of Christ is a gift that keeps on giving.

Specimen Info:

-My name is pecan, and I also sometimes go as pecanpie. Other aliases include: Cherry Ferry Fantasia. Choose wisely how you refer to me- or don’t, I don’t even exist!

-I’m 19 and female, you can use whatever pronouns when referring to me, but I usually go by she/her 🪭🪭🪭

-ADHD

-aroace, with a hint of bisexuality.

-My hobbies include: drawing, writing (though I rarely ever do finish my pieces let alone publish them) collecting worthless garbage, listening to music and blowing my eardrums out, being an eternal pain in the ass to deal with, thrifting, sitting on porches, smoking winstons, masquerading as a sane individual, dressing up, and trying out new things because I am an avid dopamine chaser. woohoo!

Things I like: Pretentious media, throwing pitchforks at rich priests, consumerism, otome games, douma, buddhism, echo rose, religious studies, args, reaching divinity, shitty manga, maximalism in every sense, bedazzled stuff, money, getting tacky nails, the roaring 20’s, 1950’s femme fashion, old era aesthetics, boutique shops, leopard print, grandma couches, Hollywood reality media, Madonna’s American Life album, Smokey eyeshadow, pathetic wet sop characters and a lot more.

-I have two cats, Mochi and Waffles. The bloodline ends with yours truly.

Fandoms I’m currently active in; see bio :)

Movies I like: Pink Flamingos, No Country For Old Men, Helter Skelter, Pulp Fiction, All the Boys Love Mandy Lane, Girl Interrupted, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders, Spun, Gummo, Last Night in Soho, Fruit of Wonder, Elephant (2003), The Royal Tenenbaums - will be updated the more I get my hands on anything new that tickles my fancy.

My taste in music: I’m pretty versatile when it comes to what I prefer, so it could range from bimbo-pop to classical music. Anything that sounds good to me I like. I mostly listen to 50’s housewife songs and lady Gaga, though.

-I’m a big fan of indie art and surrealism. Filmmaking as well. Shaye Saint John and Mouchette.org are a few of my favorites.

-I like mortuary work and autopsies. I hold the death industry in high regards- not everyone is willing to work with corpses.

-huge GIGANTIC douma fan. anything and everything douma related I will not hesitate to engage with, he’s my little guy.

- heart sunglasses ambassador (this is my trademark) ❤️

-Polka dot prints and faux fur are resounding yesses.

-You know Florence? (If you get the reference.)

-I think vintage pill cases are lovely.💋

-I have the response time of a limp dick. I either respond in less than a second or only after 3 business months.

-I’ve been working on my new oc line on and off for a few months now, called FEAR & LOATHING in JERUSALEM. artblock is a massive bitch, but stuff is in progress.

Anyways if you’re a terrible human being feel free to block me, you are not welcome onto my blog thank you very much xoxo (transphobes homophobes ableists you know who you are)

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MASTERLIST: IN THE WORKS?

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Last night I watched, from end to end, what's certainly the loveliest, lushest—and last—of Alfred Hitchcock's three Grace Kelly films: "To Catch a Thief" (1955).

"It takes a thief to catch a thief"—those of my age (81) remember it from our childhoods; and here Hitch demonstrates exactly how. He divides the intrigue between the sound stage and lots of wonderful on-location shots on the Riviera, with a car chase that is elegant and dreamy. But you're totally taken in, and only a few of the green screens give away the basic nature of the money-saving meld: most of the film he shot on the Paramount lot.

The overall narratives shifts from bright and full of glowers and markets to dark and harsh, climaxing with Edith Head (the costumier) getting to dress an entire Fancy Dress Ball (here we'd say "Costume Party").

In the late 50s and 60s, the film more or less fell out of favor, because the audience is maneuvered into thinking that Cary Grant arrives at the ball, with gutsy mother and equally gutsy Grace, disguised as a blackmoor. (Oh, horrors! Oh, racial abomination . . . ! A man in a dead black full-face mask, beneath a turbin! What *must* it do to our kids? Answer: Nothing.) It turns out, however, it's a ruse that frees Grant to pursue the real villain, played by the charming counter-blonde to Kelly, spunky Abigale Bridgette, over and around the tiled rooves of the sprawling Chateaux.

It's a film I saw only once, and I think even that was online.

There are no meguffins—unless the jewels our carefully set up cat knipper, John Robbie, steals fill *that* part, which he uses to flush out the copycat criminal who is endangering his own freedom.

The final one-handed lift—that Hitch will go on to parody at the end of *North by Northwest,* with James Stewart and Eva Marie Saint—is here established almost believably.

Grant started out, we learn, as a circus acrobat, before he joined the resistance, and made a fortune as a real cat burglar—and spent his time in jail for it—though it goes by *very* fast in the dialogue.

The earlier two films, both released in '54, were—of course—*Dial M. For Murder* with Kelly and Ray Malland (there was even a 3-D version released, though rarely played in theaters), and *Rear Window,* with Kelly and Jimmie Stewart, which is an entire community study.

The first ten minutes of ". . . Thief," which leads us up Hitch's cameo, on the back seat of a '30's bus, is all brilliant metaphoric suggestion. . . and the kind of thing with animals that someone like Tourneur might try with a great script in 1950's, "The Flame and the Arrow.

Hitch loved long rhythmic takes, with lots and lots of focus pulling, which he took to the limit in "Rope"; and he was the master of the shock edits he would make his signature in 1960's *Psycho,* at the Bate's motel . . .

But for use of Vista-vision, broad screen filming, and beautiful trips down to the sea (and even within it), this is the one you gotta see . . .

[Samuel Delany]

[firafruit]

Crystal Heart Academy Concept Character (Staff Member Edition)

Introducing the Staff from Crystal Heart Academy. Showing their early development while explaning their design and headcanon.

CARIN ARISTO.

Twisted from Dutchess (The Aristocats)

Description:

"A graceful singer and stage actress, yet she decided to become a teacher at her previous school. Most of the Elective classes were taught by her. She's very supportive and gentle when carrying her lessons. " -The Narrator.

Design Points:

Translating Dutchess from a cat to a full human is a fun process. I already know what style I want her to have so I focus more on adding aspect of her lore to her design.

For contex, I give Carin an hour-glass figure and more rounded shape since she's a mother, she is bound to have curves. Her air is shorten to better shape it. And I gave her a pair of cat eye shape. Her lashes are pointed downwords to mimic a rather soft and dreamy look.

Carin has a very 1950's inspired look. The ultra feminim with working women who wear fancy suit but look like a dress type. She covered up her hand with a pair of lace gloves to match her collar bone and her iconic necklace is still there. Top with a parasol acting as her wand. An alternative look I gave her is a mantel that has a lace ribbon to tie it around her waist and baret hat to complete the look.

Carin's Headcanon:

Carin was a singer in a band, before going solo and started acting.

She met her husband there, but due to disagreement she parted ways with him. Still friends, but never romanticly involve anymore.

She had 3 child from her previous marrige and decided to take care of them as a single mother. Their names are: Berlian, Topaz, and Maisy, each name after a precious stone.

Carin was also an alumni of CHA where she was assign at the Glazschoen Dorm. She gain a popular reputation for her talents in art, music, and craftmanshift.

The headmistress invited her to teach the Electives Class available, mainly Art, Music and Home Echonomics.

Carin teaches with patience and kindness, it make students happy chating or ask advice from her when they have a hard time.

Her lessons are always enjoyable and she made sure to note down her students stregth and interest.

She the advisor for the musical theater club. Very pasionate when it involves music and art.

Harriet is the closest with her, they often chat and bond over their fashion taste and Carin also taught him a few tips on gardening.

Carin had crush on Nandita, but far too scared to start a relationship when she isn't even sure if he feels the same way.

[moneeb0930]

➡THE FIRST AFRICAN-AMERICAN TO BECOME A NOTED FASHION DESIGNER

Ann Cole Lowe (December 14, 1898 – February 25, 1981) was the first African American to become a noted fashion designer. Lowe's one-of-a-kind designs were a favorite among high society matrons from the 1920s to the 1960s. She was best known for designing the ivory silk taffeta wedding dress worn by Jacqueline Bouvier when she married John F. Kennedy in 1953.

In 1917, Lowe and her son moved to New York City, where she enrolled at S.T. Taylor Design School. As the school was segregated, Lowe was required to attend classes in a room alone. However, segregation did not stop her, and she still managed to rise above her peers in school. Her work was often shown to her white peers in recognition of her outstanding artistry, and she was eligible for graduation after attending school for only half a year. After graduating in 1919, Lowe and her son moved to Tampa, Florida.

The following year, she opened her first dress salon. The salon catered to members of high society and quickly became a success. Having saved $20,000 from her earnings, Lowe returned to New York City in 1928. During the 1950's and 1960's, she worked on commission for stores such as Henri Bendel, Montaldo's, I. Magnin, Chez Sonia, Neiman Marcus, and Saks Fifth Avenue. In 1946, she designed the dress that Olivia de Havilland wore to accept the Academy Award for Best Actress for To Each His Own, although the name on the dress was Sonia Rosenberg.

As she was not getting credit for her work, Lowe and her son opened a second salon, Ann Lowe's Gowns, in New York City on Lexington Avenue in 1950. Her one-of-a-kind designs made from the finest fabrics were an immediate success and attracted many wealthy, high society clients. Design elements for which she was known include fine handwork, signature flowers, and trapunto technique. Her signature designs are what helped her eventually become recognized for her work. In 1964, the Saturday Evening Post later called Lowe "society's best kept secret" and in 1966, Ebony magazine referred to her as "The Dean of American Designers. Throughout her career, Lowe was known for being highly selective in choosing her clientele.

In 1953, Janet Lee Auchincloss hired Lowe to design a wedding dress for her daughter, the future First Lady Jacqueline Bouvier, and the dresses for her bridal attendants for her September wedding to then-Senator John F. Kennedy. Auchincloss also chose Lowe to design her own wedding dress for her marriage to Hugh D. Auchincloss in 1942. While the Bouvier-Kennedy wedding was a highly publicized event, Lowe did not receive public credit for her work until after the assassination of John F. Kennedy.

Throughout her career, Lowe continued to work for wealthy clientele who often talked her out of charging hundreds of dollars for her designs. After paying her staff, she often failed to make a profit on her designs. Lowe later admitted that at the height of her career, she was virtually broke. In 1961 she received the Couturier of the Year award but in 1962, she lost her salon in New York City after failing to pay taxes. That same year, her right eye was removed due to glaucoma. While she was recuperating, an anonymous friend paid Lowe's debts which enabled her to work again. In 1963 she declared bankruptcy. Soon after, she developed a cataract in her left eye; surgery saved her eye. In 1968, she opened a new store, Ann Lowe Originals, on Madison Avenue. She retired in 1972.

➡LEGACY

A collection of five of Ann Lowe's designs are held at the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Three are on display at the Smithsonian Institution's National Museum of African American History and Culture in Washington, DC. Several others were included in an exhibition on black fashion at the Museum at the Fashion Institute of Technology in Manhattan in December 2016.

A children's book, Fancy Party Gowns: The Story of Ann Cole Lowe written by Deborah Blumenthal was published in 2017. Author Piper Huguley wrote a historical fiction novel, By Design: the story of Ann Lowe, Society's Secret Fashion Designer, about Lowe's life.

Her work has been admired by the designer Christian Dior, as well as the famous costumer Edith Head.

[madlad-sadgal]

SO FOR SOME REASON TUMBLR ISN'T ALLOWING TO ANSWER AN ASK (IT'S JUST A SPECIFIC ONE, IDK WHY) SO I'M MAKING A POST ANSWERING IT

@gojohnbishop wanted to know about how Aidan and Selena (the main characters to Life After Life) look, so here it is! ^^

Aidan has light brown hair and brown eyes. He is 5'9" (~175 cm). He's pretty pale, which makes his freckles stand out. His clothing style is often classified as outdated, looking more like someone from the 1950's instead of early 2000's. When he smiles, it's with his entire face; his dimples show and his eyes look bright and happy. Same thing when he laughs!

He has trust issues and is very careful, but when he feels, it's with his entire being; you know when this man loves someone or something, is sad, happy, angry, whatever! He is also very protective of the ones he loves, which can often be a bit overbearing, occasionally seen as controlling.

Selena has dark hair and blue eyes. She's 5'6" (~168 cm). Her skin leans towards tan. She had a pretty casual style, often wearing plain jeans and a t-shirt, but oh does she love putting on the occasional fancy dress for special occasions!

Selena is an incredibly kind and generous person, never hesitating to help the ones in need. Though... sometimes she's too kind and ends up missing the clear as day signs that someone does not have good intentions.

Well, that's about it for now! So so sorry for how long this took, but I was finally able to do it!

[popentertainmentconcertreviews]

Stephen Sanchez – Franklin Music Hall – Philadelphia, PA – December 6, 2023

A Stephen Sanchez show brings you back in time.

If you don’t recognize the name, you would likely recognize his hit song, “Until I Found You.” In 2021, the song went viral on TikTok and launched him into mainstream media. The song landed Sanchez an invitation from Elton John to perform it with him at Glastonbury.

Flash forward to December 2023, Stephen Sanchez and his band The Moon Crests performed at Franklin Music Hall in Philadelphia. The show opened with “Something About Her,” a track from his first full-length album, Angel Face. This song showed off his stellar vocals as the audience was silent and entranced for the length of the song.

The singer has often been compared to Elvis Presley due to his style of dance, aesthetic, and stage presence. Sanchez lives up to this comparison with his ability to make his old soul 1950s style relatable to the current generation. Dressed in black trousers and a collared shirt with his hair slicked back, he had the crowd swooning over him. The whole show felt like it was something from the past.

Throughout the show, Sanchez would pause in between songs to tell the story of a young troubadour and his forbidden love, which intertwines with his debut album. The audience was very engaged with the theme and timeline of the story. Many members of the audience came dressed in 1950s and 1960s fashion with poodle skirts and fancy gowns. It was an immersive performance to say the least.

Despite cancelling his previous show due to sickness, his voice and energy were unmatched. Sanchez’s live vocals were mesmerizing, and emotion filled. In the middle of the show, he performed “Unchained Melody,” which really showed off his vocal control. Sanchez interacted with the audience as often as he could, always smiling and making jokes. His song “Shake,” displayed his ability to move and dance as though his whole body felt the music.

A special moment in the show was when a fan asked him to play an old song of his and he happily agreed. Sanchez and his band played “Hold Her While You Can” for the first time during the whole tour. The crowd was enthralled and Stephen himself seemed excited to perform and please his fans as well.

As the night ended, Sanchez and The Moon Crests played “Until I Found You” with everyone in the room accompanying them. Sanchez put on an unforgettable performance. The detail in the outfits, lighting, and storytelling fit the 1950’s look perfectly. His career is just getting started and it will be exciting to see where it goes.

Emily DiMarcangelo

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[drivemysoul]

“taylor you are so so beautiful and so so autistic please categorise taylor swift lyrics that correspond with kazuto and asuna’s relationship through every arc of sword art online”

thank you 😭😭 also thank you to everyone else who sent one i love y’all so much 🩷 okay i’m limiting myself to 3 per arc or i’ll be here for 20 hours because i have hours long playlists for each and every arc i love these two so so much

aincrad: “once upon a time the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned, you and i ended up in the same room at the same time, and the touch of a hand lit the fuse of a chain reaction of countermoves to asses the equation of you, checkmate, i couldn’t lose” (i’m counting it as one lyric shush), “i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” and “i’m perfectly fine, i live on my own, i made up my mind, i’m better off being alone, we met a few weeks ago, now you try on calling me baby like trying on clothes”

sugary days: “i want to drive away with you, i want your complications too, i want your dreary monday, wrap your arms around me baby boy”, “outside they’re pushing and shoving, you’re in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” and “take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don’t belong and my beloved neither do you”

fairy dance: “i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us”, “romeo save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel, this love is difficult but it’s real” and “don’t say yes, run away now, i’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door, don’t wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said speak now”

phantom bullet: “i’d give my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me”, “when i was shipwrecked i thought of you, in the cracks of light i dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through, i swear you were there” and “are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these, and let all your damage damage me, and carry your baggage up my street, and make me your future history?”

mother’s rosario: “you can’t talk to me when i’m like this, daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you”, “no deal, the 1950’s shit they want from me, i just wanna stay in that lavender haze” and “i gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy, and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier, fighting in only your arms, frontlines don’t you ignore me, i’m the best thing at this party, and i wouldn’t marry me either”

ordinal scale: “i like shiny things but i’d marry you with paper rings”, “only bought this dress so you could take it off” and “give you the silence that only comes when two people understand eachother, family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother, is it enough?”

alicization: “i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side, my one and only, my lifeline”, “can i go where you go? can we always be this close forever and ever?” and “wherever you stray, i’ll follow”

war of underworld: “lord save me, my drug is my baby, i’ll be using for the rest of my life”, “i would’ve read your love letters every single night and prayed to god you’d be coming home alright, and you would’ve been fine, we would’ve been timeless” and “in the end in wonderland we both went mad”

moon cradle: “have i known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”, “i don’t wanna look at anything else now that i saw you, i don’t wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you” and “time breaks down your mind and body, don’t you let it touch your soul”

unital ring: “i’m gonna love you when our hair is turning grey, we’ll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we’ve made and you’ll say “oh my, we really were timeless””, “up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups, say you fancy me not fancy stuff, baby all at once this enough” and “i’ve loved you three summers now honey but i want them all”

[cepheusgalaxy]

[Image descriptions: Two pictures of Bintou Sillah, a fat black person with wavy hair posing in front of a poll in a sunny day. She wears a short fancy dress full of laces and completely white, that reaches her hips, and white sandals. Her hair is worn in a 1950's-like haircut, with delicated waves and a small white bow on top. Her dress has tiny and intricate very light pink and blue patterns, and she also wears a little bit of jewelry: some rings, a pearl necklace and a bracelet. /end ID.]

Bintou Sillah for Selkie