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[rafesplaymate]

‧₊˚.ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི navigation. ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི. ݁₊⊹ masterlist.

warnings: pure smut. porn w/ no plot. dom / sub dynamics. degradation / man-handling. choking / breath play. adult themes.

a/n: i was just horny tbh. not entirely proofread.

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rafe loves doggy. he loves encasing your body with his large frame, overpowering you in every way. it gives him a power trip like no other; reminding both of you just how much he’s able to willingly mold you to his whim.

“take —take it.” he groans while pounding into you. his right hand fisted in your hair, left bicep wrapped around your neck. hips smacking against your ass while he snarls. you’re gasping for air, acrylics digging into his forearms. while the other hand digs into the sheets. skin damp and sticky from the fuck sesh.

“shit— i love little airhead sluts, like you.” he’d groan into your scalp, bicep tightening as your vision begins to blur. mule stilettos barely hanging on as your legs kick, knocking into his strong legs repeatedly. your nails digging harder into rafe’s skin till blood is almost drawn. wet ‘schlicks’ filling the bedroom; a white creamy ring around the base of his cock —being the cause. arousal staining the sheets and dripping on the floor near the end of the bed from the amount of arousal leaking out of you, the various orgasms and the three loads he’s already fucked into you.

rafe takes pity on you. releasing his grip on your throat and hair, watching you fall to the bed. his upper body standing straight, hand on your ass. he bends his thighs and grinds his hips into you, smirking at the way you cry out. he feels so fucking deep, his cock tearing into you. inner thighs becoming stickier as you tremble violently, whining into the sheets. makeup a mess and drool leaking from the corner of your lips.

rafe is mesmerized by the smooth span of your back. running his hands over it before harshly groping your hips. your flawless complexion enticing him to defile you. “s’too much, baby? hmm?” he mocks, giving your ass a firm smack. you whine louder, nodding your head into the sheets and turning it to the side to look at him over your shoulder. faux lashes clumped and tears dripping from your pretty fucked out eyes. your hands reach back to grip one of his; needing some comfort in the moment that he denies you.

he smacks one hand away gripping the right against your lower back; immediately repositioning himself and using his left to shove your face back into the sheets when he decides your break is long enough. his knees bending further and thighs tense as he begins pounding back into you. shaky, yet, mocking chuckles slips from his pink lips when your whines turn into loud moans and cries. free hand flailing and immediately digging into the sheets to stabilize yourself. body overwhelmed, yet feeling completely euphoric. mind fuzzy and only filled with thoughts of rafe.

“that’s too bad,” he mocks once more. his harsh breathing getting heavier. “stupid, little girls like you are made for one thing.” he continues, pressing your face deeper into the mattress and cutting off your supply of air. your body trembling from his consistent assault; you love every second of it.

he leans his body down to whisper in your ear. hand still gripping your wrist against your back while the hand against your face moves next to it. letting you reposition your face to the side and take a big gasp of air; feeling his nose nuzzle against your cheekbone as he presses a sloppy wet kiss on your cheek. he adores his fuck doll. his strong chest pressed against your back as he positions his body to lay over you and stabilize his pounding. “but you, baby. yeah… you were made just for one thing especially.” his voice is shaky as he groans into your ear; breathing heavy and harsh grunts leaving him. his strong body completely overpowering you.

“you were made just for me; to be my fucktoy. so quit your fuckin’ whining and let me take what’s mine.”

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a/n: damn. need that.

[bahablastplz]

Canvas: Hyunjin x Reader

Content: A late night with your boyfriend turns into something more as you both try something you had only talked about before; smut and fluff Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, heavy heavy praise WC: 2500 Happy birthday Hyunjin <3

Hyunjin was painting again. 

As you roll out of bed in the middle of the night, this fact is apparent. The smell of paint wafts from the living room where he has his work space set up. A large tarp on the floor, a small easel propped up and a lamp set to illuminate his latest work. Paints lay haphazardly around him, a blend of colors and shades of hues mushed across the palette. The rest of the room was dimly lit, moonlight shimmering through the curtains and shining on your boyfriend’s face. God, he was breathtaking. One paintbrush is in his mouth and the other in his hand, gliding across the canvas. The sight makes you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Love?” He looks up at you now, watching your frame as you admire him from the wall. The lamp light reflects onto his dark-framed glasses when his gaze meets yours, and you smile at how the yellow and orange lights glow across his features. He smiles back. It’s a small gesture, and even though you’ve seen him smile hundreds of times the gesture warms your heart. 

You cross the room in your nightgown, the cold breeze from the air-conditioning causing you to curl into yourself slightly. Hyunjin beckons to the spot on the floor beside him and you take it eagerly, body curling around him and head resting on his lap. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask him. He has the habit of sneaking away in the night, so as to not wake you, and painting until the sun starts to creep through the windows. It’s cathartic for him, a way for him to get away from his thoughts that trouble him in the night. In moments like this you love to watch him, how his brows furrow in concentration and his lips get caught between his teeth. Hyunjin was the most in his element when he had a canvas in front of him. 

“Mm,” he confirms. He checks his hand to make sure no paint dirties it before he rests it on your hip, drawing soothing circles on top of your nightgown. Your head nuzzles deeper into him and you breathe in his scent, letting out a content hum. 

“Did I wake you?” He asks a moment later. His hand moves effortlessly across canvas, dappling acrylic paint across a vision of flowers that was already the picture of perfection to you–but would probably take him at least a few more hours to complete. He was a perfectionist like that; he could point out every absence of color, needed highlight or small imperfection of his work that was near imperceivable to you. 

“No, the bed was just cold. I wanted to see where you were,” you hum against his skin. Your words were true, of course; because you get so hot when you sleep next to your boyfriend, the house usually stays a bit chillier but you notice his absence sometimes when he leaves the bed late at night. He now wears a dark colored hoodie that swallows his features, meant for his comfort when lounging around the house like this. His pants are also meant for lounging, the gray sweatpants soft but covered in remnants of previous art projects known lovingly as his ‘painting pants.’ 

“Do you want me to warm you up?” You nod and crawl into his lap, nuzzling your face right into the crook of his neck. He lets out a breathy laugh underneath you, arms wrapping around your frame to bring you closer as he continues to work. After a few minutes your boyfriend leans closer to the canvas, examining a piece of his work that must have not looked right to him. This action shifts your position, however, your core now pressed right against his clothed length. You tense against him and your breath hitches slightly, and you know that he’s caught on to your arousal. 

“How much longer?” You whine against him. He lets out a laugh and uses his free hand to stroke your back, long fingers moving languidly across your spine. The action is meant to soothe you but has the opposite effect, sending an electrical shock down your body and causing you to let out a small breath. 

“Why, love? Are you feeling needy for me?” You nod almost embarrassingly fast. While you love watching Hyunjin paint and could for hours, you can’t help the want that settles deep in your gut that begs for his touch, his attention, and his desire to be released toward you. 

“I was hoping to paint for a while more,” he confesses. You try not to let your disappointment show, but you let out a moan as the man’s hand finds your hips, pushing you harder against him. The friction that meets your core has you feeling more desperate and you buck into him and he’s smiling, and it infuriates you to know he’s intentionally trying to work you up. He has always loved seeing you pliant, needy and desperate for him, and you were unfortunately already in that state somehow. “Do you want to sit on my cock baby?” Your head reels back to look at him with wide eyes. “You can sit on my cock while I paint but you have to be good and promise not to move, okay?” 

You had talked with him about cock-warming before but it was never something you had actually done. Now, it must be just past 3 a.m., and you were finally turning the hypothetical into reality–it felt unreal. You let out an affirmative sound and nod your head, and he’s maneuvering your bodies to get you set up. He repositions you so that you’re on your knees above him, slightly towering over him where he sits on the floor. He’s lifting his hips up and pushing his pants down just past his thighs, releasing his cock and pumping it one, two times. He’s hard already, and you watch him in awe as he works to pleasure himself in front of you. It’s just for a second, but enough for him to have your breath come to a stop, which is exactly what he was waiting for. 

His hands find place on your waist. He’s hitching your nightgown up above your hips, leaving you bare for him. It’s no secret that sometimes you sleep without underwear on, but he smirks at you and stares in a way that leaves you feeling utterly exposed despite him having seen you like this hundreds of times. His fingers come up to your core, rubbing it and gathering your wetness to spread it around your folds. You let out a moan at the action, thankful for the contact before he’s dragging you down and placing his cock at your entrance. 

He leans back on his hands and looks up at you, waiting for you to do the rest. And so you do, piercing yourself onto him and sliding down his length, inch by inch. Hyunjin was well-endowed, so to speak, so it was never an easy fit to take him but it felt pleasurable nonetheless. Finally he is fully inside you, and your breathing and each moan is completely synced with one another. A hand comes up to bring a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and the movement is so domestic and loving that it makes your heart pang in your chest. 

“Beautiful,” is all he says. 

He brings your nightgown back down so that it covers you up, remembering your recent complaint about being cold. Your head finds its place back on his shoulder, in the crook of his neck like it’s your home. 

And, he continues painting. 

You’re not sure why you’re surprised–that’s exactly what he said he was going to do. Your boyfriend has a lot of self-control and restraint that you did not, and it was especially evident when you were intimate. While you often become wrecked from the start, he would let his pleasure build up and would reel from the delayed gratification of it all. 

Your knees find the ground and before you can help yourself, you put your weight on them. You’re propping yourself up, sliding up his length about halfway, before crashing back down. Your clit drags deliciously across his abdomen in the process, causing you to let out a heavy sigh of pleasure. You rock against him only one more time before strong hands find your shoulders, pushing you down hard. You try to bounce up again and find that you’re unable, his grip keeping you in place so firmly that you cannot budge despite your attempts. 

“Don’t,” he scolds. His words are sharp, not laced with venom but to remind you of his earlier demands. 

At this angle, his hands pushing you down causes his cock to be seated deeper inside you than before and you let out an embarrassing squeak. You feel so full, and you tell him so. 

He has an idea; he grabs you and leans forward, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his torso. When he sits back down, you are now unable to give yourself the momentum needed to move your hips or rock against his length. You are fully seated on him and he is fully inside you, his arms wrapping around you and holding you flush against him as he continues his work. 

It’s silent, now, with the exception of your shallow and uneven breathing. You find yourself clenching against him over and over again, reeling in the sensation of him inside you. And it’s just that–you can really feel him like this, every ridge and vein, every pulse of him inside you, and it has you feeling lightheaded. 

“God, baby, you’re gushing around me,” he whispers into your hair. “Taking me so good.” His praise makes you smile and squeeze tighter around him and he groans. You feel smug to finally get him to lose his composure, but he starts spouting more praise that makes all thoughts vanish in an instant.

“So good for me, baby, you know that? Such a good pussy. You’re the love of my life, God, you were made just for me. You were made for me to love you, to hold you like this… So pretty for me. You’re all mine, meant to take my cock, yeah?” You whimper against him, the mixture of sweet nothings and sexual praise whispered to you making you feel dizzy. 

It’s several more minutes before you say something, finally coming to the conclusion that you would have to be the one to initiate it further, if he would even let you. 

“Please…” It’s all you can say at first. 

“What, love?” He teases. He knows exactly what you want. 

“Need you to move, please, Hyune… It’s too much. Need to cum,” You beg. You’re sure you sound pathetic but you can’t find it in you to care. If there’s anyone who’s not only willing but wanting to see you in your most pathetic and vulnerable states, it’s Hyunjin. 

“Poor thing, does it feel that good?” His voice asks with a small lilt in it. You’re sniffling now, embarrassed about the tears starting to spill down your cheeks but so overcome in pleasure and sensitivity; you can both feel it in the ways that you clench around him unabashedly. He brings his head back to see your face, to examine your tears. He’s seen you on the verge of tears a few times while having sex from being overwhelmed by pleasure, and though it always makes his heart tighten because he’s the one that’s doing that to you, he’s the one making you feel that good,  he knows it’s about time you’ve reached your limit. He wipes a stray tear away and you don’t even realize that he has dropped his paintbrush until he’s picking you up and bringing you over to the couch. 

He leans back, enraptured by you, and brings you in for a sweet but messy kiss. It’s open-mouthed and hot, and it feels like you’re breathing into him and filling up his lungs. Your tongues meet and you’re covered in spit, a mixture of yours and his, and suddenly his hands are on your hips and his feet are planted strongly on the ground. He doesn’t disconnect his mouth from yours as he thrusts up into you long and hard, but any coherence is long since gone and you’re not sure you’re even kissing back anymore, instead giving loud, high-pitched moans into his mouth. 

His hands move to the undersides of your thighs and he uses his strength to piston into you. In this way, you can only take what he gives but it’s more than enough, as he knows your body better than you do. 

“I’m close, love,” he confesses. He lets his head fall back onto the couch but his eyes never leave yours, drinking up your scrunched up face and open-mouthed pants. It’s no surprise that you’re both close to your arrival so soon, after sitting on him for so long your pleasure feels like it’s increased tenfold. 

“Me too,” you say, struggling to get the words out. You didn’t have to tell him, though. He could tell by the way you were starting to tighten around him. 

“Go ahead and touch your pretty clit for me, make yourself come.” You follow his command, hand snaking down to where your bodies meet. He was right, you were absolutely soaked, and you use this wetness to shakily circle around your clit. His thrusts get harder, deeper, the way they do right before he cums. Unsurprisingly, you beat him to it, clenching all over his length and throwing your head back as you release. 

He follows suit, thrusting into you a few more times before he finds his release, spilling deep inside of you. He holds you close, rutting into you now slowly and working you both through your intense orgasms. When he stills, you collapse into his arms and he holds you tight, embracing you and running a hand through your hair as he praises you. When he finally pulls you off of him you feel empty and this makes you whine. Hyunjin pulls up his sweatpants and carries you to your shared bathroom, placing you onto the sink as he runs the bath. It’s late, but you feel grimy and covered in sweat so the bath is more than welcomed. 

When you look into the mirror, you can’t help but laugh. Your nightgown is covered in paint at your hips and your waist. Though he had tried to be so careful, you suppose it was the risk that came with the reward. When Hyunjin sees the target of your laughter, he joins you and apologizes sheepishly, promising to buy you another. 

“It’s okay, this can just be my paint nightgown,” you joke. “I’ll wear it the next time we have sex while you’re painting.” He smiles at you affectionately, and when you finally get back to sleep it’s in his arms and your bed is warm again.

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[mettatonsass]

Hey all! So donations are really slow at the moment for moving costs. I want to do a sale so I'd feel better about accepting help, and also so I can hopefully drum up enough for rent.

$350/350 - End of May

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$0/375 - 1st of July

So the school isn't closing! I still need to make my payments, so if anyone wants to commission me, please DM me or Reply! Thank you so much to everyone who has helped so far! I should be starting a few jobs in the near future, so hopefully I can stop going by commissions and very generous friends.

Animated Gifs - $5 per frame, 100 frame max.

Digital art - $50 full body, $25 waist up full color with shading

Cardigan - $200 min, possibly extra depending on materials. Custom dye is included in this price if you want it.

Premade Cardigan (Pictured below) - $150! (Follow me for info about a pride line to launch on Etsy or another platform, still working on that, in the coming months!)

Watercolor Painting - $25-$50 and it'll come with a frame.

Acrylic Painting - $25-$50 this will be on a canvas.

Please help if you can even if it's just reblogging.

Please DM me if you're interested, or reply to this post and I'll DM you.

Also if anyone wants to get something off my wishlist, it'd be appreciated! Currently I really need the fan on the list, as it's getting hot and my dorm has no ac.

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[vanillawurld]

༊*·˚Sensación del Bloque

✧.* Pair - Joost Klein x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - fluff and cussing ig

✧.* Summary - Joost finds out about his friend's new neighbor and doesn't act upon introductions until he sees her in all of her beauty.

✧.* Extra- a couple things... reader is implied to be latina, implied to have a more tanner/browner/darker complex, and reader is going to have acrylic nails and gold jewelry cuz those are my favorite things in the world rn… also i dont speak dutch so the highlighted parts are the ppl speaking dutch. ALSOO reader has a place holder smell (vanilla) but yall can change it if you want ALSOOO reader doesn’t speak dutch okay im done now

✧.* Word Count - 1,319

Joost always enjoyed meeting new people. It always allows him to share his work with others. He can be shy about his work but it's inevitable for people to know about him and his art. People never know when they are going to meet someone new unless it's planned.

Just like any other day for an artist, Joost was working with his friend, Antu, on the production of some beats for a new song in his friend’s apartment. “Man, I'm kind of hungry I'm not going to lie,” Antu randomly said, taking his eyes off his computer to look at Joost. They’ve been working on beats since the morning and being too focused on work, they forgot about the basic essentials a human body needs. Food.

“Well, what do you want to get? I don’t feel like driving so pick a place near here,” Joost replied.

Joost felt like it was an eternity letting Antu pick a fast food place. When he finally decided where to get food, they placed an order through the phone for pick up and waited. It was a quiet couple of minutes of waiting until Antu broke the silence, “I got a new neighbor”

“Seriously?”

“Yup. I’ve been trying to talk to her but she kind of ignores me. Like she’s playing hard to get,” Antu shared.

Joist gave him a confused look, “I thought you were talking to Sofie. Did you guys stop talking or something?”

Antu looked at Joost, “No… Im still talking to Sofie but that doesn’t mean im taken,” he said, making Joost roll his eyes.

“Do you know where she moved from?” Joost asked

Antu shrugged, “I heard some of the other neighbors say she’s not from Europe though. Probably somewhere in the Americas.”

A couple of minutes rolled by and Joost decided to start making his way to the place to pick up the food they ordered. He walked out of the apartment and checked his phone to see if the order was complete. While he was checking, he heard the next door open and was met by the most gorgeous looking woman he has ever seen. that must’ve been the new neighbor Antu was talking about.

She was gorgeous. everything about her screamed “goddess”. Her hair, her makeup, her jewelry, her nails everything. Joost didn’t wanna stare, but it was hard not to. The way her hair hugged the frame of her face. The way her flawless makeup sat. The way her gold jewelry reflected on her skin. The way her acrylic nails made her hands look pretty. He was able to smell her sweet vanilla scent from where he was at. something about her, made him intrigued to know her, even though this was the first time he was seeing her.

The woman was trying to look for something in her purse and seemed like she was struggling. She ended up giving up and started walking towards the elevator past him, but what she didn’t notice was that she dropped a euro. Joost saw this and thought that God was giving him a huge opportunity to talk to her. He picked up the euro and prepared himself.

“Excuse me ma’am” she ignored him “Ma’am, excuse me” she ignored him again. He got closer to her and thats when she turned around to face him. She felt his presence. Joost was even more nervous than he was. He was up close to her and felt his body go weak. “You dropped this, ma’am” he said to her.

She gave him a confused look at first and looked at his hand that had the euro note. “Is this… mine?” she said in a confused tone. From that short moment, Joost figured out why Antu couldn’t talk to her. She didn't speak Dutch. Joost didn’t know how Antu didn’t know since he said himself that she wasn’t from Europe.

“Oh, sorry! Yes this is yours. You dropped it.” Joost said in English.

He handed her the euro and gave her a nervous chuckle. She smiled back and gently took it from him. “Thank you so much,” she said to him. Her voice was heaven to Joost’s ears.

“No, problem,” he said. She started walking away, but Joost didn’t want her to. He didn’t want to stop talking to her. He wanted more from her. “Um, ma’am” he grabbed her attention again, “did you just move here?”

“I did. 2 months ago.” she replied, “im still trying to figure out where places are and stuff. Im trying to find a good clothing store near by.”

More opportunities were coming to the Dutch artist and he didn’t want them to go to waste. “Oh, I know a bunch of stores around here. I was actually about to head out to pick up some food from a place that’s around a lot of good clothing stores. If you want we can walk together around that place,” he exclaimed.

The woman gave him a smile and a smooth giggle, “You’re sweet, but im going to pass. I want to learn on my own.”

Joost was slightly disappointed but he couldn’t complain. “W-Well if you ever need any help, im always at my friends place working, stop by anytime,” he suggested.

She nodded and continued walking, but Joost called her out again. “Uh, ma’am?” she turned around to look at him, “Can I get your name? My name is Joost” he held out his hand for her to shake.

She looked down at his hand and back at him. “Everyone here is so nice,” she commented, “My name is (Y/N),” she said while taking out her hand to shake his. Joost was analyzing every detail about her. The way she talked, the way she dressed, her smooth hand, everything. As she walked away, she turned around one last time to tell him, “I like your outfit by the way.”

He watched the way her hips swayed as she walked and was enamored. Joost smiled almost like a dork. He felt extremely giddy inside like he could jump up high like they would in those corny musicals about high school. His moment was cut short though, when Antu opened the door. “Dude, where’s the food?” he said.

“Shit, sorry. I’ll go get it right now,” Joost said while taking out his wallet.

Antu looked to his side and saw his new neighbor walking towards the elevator. He immediately connected the dots. “Bro, don’t tell me you managed to talk to her,” he questioned, but by the way Joost was smiling, he already got his answer. “Please tell me your secret, i’m being dead ass,” Antu said.

From the moment that left Antu’s mouth, Joost wanted to gate keep. He didn’t want to tell him that (Y/N) doesn’t speak Dutch she he bullshitted, “You just got to have personality to pull someone like her.”

Anti rolled his eye, “Alright calm down, buddy. I will say you are lucky though. i’ve seen men basically line up outside to see her go out because she’s always going out. Didn’t think she’d talk to a boy white as you.”

“Okay, fuck you.” Joost replied. He was shocked by what Antu said though. Having men line up for a woman who is new to the country is crazy.

“Dude, she’s basically the street sensation. You are extremely lucky to even talk to her. I’ve seen her ignore so many people. Don’t know how you did it,” Antu commented before closing the door to his apartment.

Whatever spell (Y/N) put on Joost, it was working hard. he wanted to know more about her. Where she was from, who she was, but he needed to wait. He would wait until his death to know about her. He couldn’t wait to see more of her. This was the first woman to ever make him desperate for more and it wasn’t driven by lust.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

this was a little something... where my Latina Joost Klein bitches at

[spockandawe]

I forgot to post the last few paintings! I have also been experimenting with watercolors, because I've never been a person to git gud at a single craft when I could be mediocre at ten million 😂 (stay tuned for my impending adventures in straw marquetry and lampshade covering) (neither of those are jokes).

For watercolor, like with acrylics, I dove in pretty big, with the aim of having things for my parents' new house by mother's day. So I was very much aiming for foolproof projects! I had two very tall, very skinny frames (12x36) that i got from the clearance section, thinking I would buy 36 inch watercolor paper, only to learn that no such thing was in the stores near me. So for that, i went abstract and layered, using spacers from the papercrafts i never followed through on to give it some dimensionality that doesn't photograph well. And then i looked up tutorial videos for loose watercolor flowers. Very much a learning process, and I was painting right up until noon of mother's day, but I had fun and mom was delighted! Now it's time to back down and do real studies and learn the fundamentals, haha

[stvrdrops]

star like you pt 1 | pt 2 ☆ shuri x fem!reader (fame au)

you’re a superstar and she’s your producer. when you collide together again for the first time in a while since your listening party the two of you feel a spark. 

warnings : i don’t think there are any!

word count : 2.9k+

note : hi !! this is basically my return to tumblr. i took such a long break because honestly my fixation on shuri ended and i lost a lot of my motivation. i also was figuring out a lot of college stuff and working on larger projects for my career. i didn’t want to push out mediocre content just to keep up with my posting, y'all don’t deserve that! this will be a series i plan on completing. it has a playlist attached in my masterlist but the song popular by the weeknd kinda sets up for how the story is gonna play out. so i would suggest listening to that one as you read. i hope you enjoy this ! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

“so.. what’s your name?” the man who approached you says with a nervous grin spreading across his face. it had been covered in sweat which made you guess two things. either he felt really hot in his navy blue suit, or he was entirely too nervous to be approaching you right now. you presumed it was the second option. this was only because just a few moments earlier you saw him chatting with his friends and how they would always look back at you.

you chuckle, “i’d rather you just ask me for the picture already, rather than play dumb about not knowing who i am.”

you turn your body to him, giving him your full attention. you watch as his eyes grow wide and he begins to play with his collar, as if it’s suffocating him. his sweat droplets glide down his forehead and absorb into his full eyebrows. you think it’s amusing, because you know he doesn’t just want a photo. he wants something much more.

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine.” you set your glass down, “so do you want the picture or not?”

“uh, yeah sure. i guess.” he says while fumbling to pull out his phone. you glance over to his buddies to see them with wide grins, so you decide to play along. you take his phone, brushing ever so slightly against his rough hands with your soft fingers. it leaves a trail of goosebumps rising against his skin that is hidden underneath the suit. 

“get in the frame.” you say as you focus the camera mainly on you. that was just how you liked it, having all the attention on you. you weren’t sure how you would’ve lived any other lifestyle than the one you’re living right now. best selling new album, grammy nomination number three with one win already under your belt, sold out tour for next year, and all while you were just twenty. should you have been drinking a martini? not legally. however, the bartender was more than willing to move around the rules a little bit if he heard who track seven was written about.

he shuffles closer to you, the only thing keeping him from moving any closer is the aura you omit. he knew you weren’t on his level, especially because he was just some niche internet celebrity that only the incels of twitter knew about. you weren’t even sure how he made it into this exclusive bar.

the camera from the phone clicks and your toothy smile turns into one that shows annoyance. you hand the phone back and watch as his face is stuck in embarrassment. you soooo got off on that.

“hope you have a nice night.”

“y-yeah, you too...”

he shuffles away and you watch as he keeps his head held down low. he passes by his friends who all try to congratulate him upon his arrival back, thinking something entirely different took place during the interaction. he just walks right past them and towards the exit of the bar. 

you turn your body back towards the bar and look back down at your glass. your acrylic nails play around with the olives at the bottom of the near empty drink. you hadn’t had a real motive for going to the bar. really you just wanted to escape your manager for a second and have a night out to yourself for once. living the socialite lifestyle meant you were hardly ever alone. your assistant stayed up your ass constantly and even lived in your guest house back at home in L.A.. you had to go out to places almost every night whether it be restaurants or brand launches with friends to keep up with the life that young girls only dreamt of. which, you loved it, but you also liked your own company a lot more than anyone else’s.

“here you are.” the bartender says, winking as he slides you another martini.

“who bought me this one?” you ask, considering you’ve been receiving drinks all night. to be specific, this was your seventh one. usually guys would send over fruity shots, which is what they expected you to drink. luckily you had a group of girls celebrating a bachelorette party right beside you. you had been giving them all of your drinks which they greatly appreciated. 

this time the drink had been a martini. the exact same way you had been getting them all night. how thoughtful.

“cutie at the end of the bar. she said she knew you.”

your eyes glance over in the direction of where the bartender’s hand subtly points to. sure enough you saw the girl he had been referring to. she knew you, and you did know her. she was one of the producers on your new album. she’s up and coming and you knew you had to be one of the first to brag about working with her. sure enough the song was a hit and even one of the tracks off the album being put up for grammy nominations. 

despite all that, you two had never actually met until your album release party. every conversation before that had been done on the phone since she wasn’t living in the U.S. at the time. it was safe to say you were surprised she was here in new york. even more surprised that she ended up at the same bar as you, on the same night, at the same time. you would say it’s fate. she would say she saw the paparazzi pictures of you entering the bar and she just happened to be in a hotel a couple blocks down. nothing an uber ride couldn’t fix.

she waves to you and flashes a smile. her pearly white teeth sparkle against her darker skin. you smile back, giving a little wave as well. she looked cute in her sleeveless shirt and dark green dress pants. Which you only saw due to her standing against the wall near the bar. the rest of the seats were taken, so she waited the long game and decided to stand until she made her move. her hair had been freshly faded and she had added a few more tattoos onto herself since the last time you two were together. you were unsure how you saw them despite the dim lighting, but you were just staring too hard to not notice. 

you felt a bit overdressed in your vivienne westwood dress that accentuated your chest and sat high on your thighs. it wasn’t anything too fancy, but the black kiki marc jacobs boots you were wearing were anything but casual. 

“oh yeah? tell her to come over.” you say back to him, and he gives you a look. “don’t worry i’ll tip you well.”

he smiles and walks away from you to the other side of the bar. you can’t see his lips moving, but you can tell they are because now she’s looking at him instead of you. then she looks at you, as if wanting you to say the words yourself. so you do, in a glance and a quick nod. her white teeth flash again when she smiles. she grabs her glass from the counter, filled with some type of expensive scotch. she had actually been old enough to drink, her being two years your senior.

your eyes trailed her as she made her way around. people crowded your vision of her every so often as they conversed with those around them, swiveling in their bar chairs. 

“hi.” she finally says when she’s standing in front of you, looking even better up close.

“hi.” you say back as you take her in.

“mind if i sit?”

“not at all.”

share slides so easily into the seat with this energy that makes your stomach suddenly feel fuzzy.

“how’ve you been?” she asks.

“good, yourself?” you ask in return, your fingers trailing themselves around the rim of her glass. she glances at the action out of the corner of her eye.

“i mean, a lot has changed. good change though, all thanks to your album. let’s just say i won't be out of a job anytime soon.”

you laugh, “so is this drink a thank you?”

“you could say that. it’s also just a kind gesture. i saw that guy bothering you earlier.”

“bothering isn’t the right word choice. he was harmless really.” you take a sip of the martini, “besides, i know how to handle myself.”

shuri stares at you for a moment, entranced by your being. her hands are resting on her lap but they ache to reach out for your exposed skin. ever since the album party she couldn’t help but think about you. work crushes were extremely unprofessional and she prided herself on never mixing pleasure with business. you were just that one exception for her and it made her head spin.

that night at the party you had barely even talked to her, but she watched everything you did. which, she would be surprised if anyone had not been watching you that night. the party was all about you. granted, it was partly about shuri too considering she had collaborated on it. she was nice to the people who came up to her and congratulated her work. she watched as you did the same thing.

she barely got the chance to talk to you, so the fact she was talking to you now made her feel like it may be one of the last convenient chances she gets. 

“do you turn down everyone who tries to flirt with you?”

“i’m not turning you down am i?” you ask her, moving your eyes from your glass to her. “why do you ask?”

shuri felt like she was caught, “i saw you do it at the party. i saw you do it tonight. i never see any media covering any dating stories with you so i’m just tryna see what the deal is.”

you raise your eyebrow, “so you’re trying to see if i’m fair game.”

shuri smiles again, this time it looks shy and innocent. it makes you swoon a little.

“yeah i guess you could say that.”

you can’t help but cling onto every word that she says because of her wakandan accent. it was so sexy the way she made every word sound so much more special than it really was. it had been sexy when you heard it over the phone and at the party, but it felt somewhat different this time. 

“what time is it?” you ask her, which catches shuri by surprise.

“um,” she quickly pulls her phone out of her back pocket and opens it, “eleven fifty-six.”

you sit and think for a moment. you had to be back up at five in the morning for a photoshoot but you figured it was still early enough in the night to have some fun. lucky shuri.

“okay. let’s go to wherever you’re staying at.”

shuri was shocked by your response. she knew she was attractive and had some game. however, you were a task she couldn’t even begin to imagine tackling. you were on this pedestal to the entire world that almost made it impossible to see you as a fellow human being. with your millions of followers and “i’m the shit” mentality it made you intimidating. you were the prize and shuri had her eyes on you.

“okay, yeah. i’ll get us an uber.” shuri says while searching through her phone for the app. “it says it will be here in ten minutes.” 

“cool, we can wait by the entrance.”

you get up from your chair and throw down a couple fifties. your drinks didn’t cost much but you did say you’d tip well.

shuri follows behind you like a lost puppy which makes her feel some kind of way. she wasn’t used to being the follower or the less dominant one. all you ever oozed was dominance and control. she was desperate to break that wall down and see what you were really like beneath it all. no one is ever that composed. 

“so,” shuri starts as she leans against the wall next to the entrance, “what have you been up to since the album release?”

you can’t help but laugh, “everything i’ve been up to is posted on my socials.”

“oh, i know.” shuri checks her phone, “aren’t you going to ask what i’ve been up to?”

you hum, “shuri, what have you been up to?”

“nothing much. just done a lot of work producing wise. i’ve been attending a lot of events of my own recently.”

 “i saw on your insta. i’m glad you were able to find a free night.” you stare into her dark brown eyes.

“yeah, me too.”

a silence consumes the two of you despite all the talking and low music filling the room. you’d never quite felt like this with anyone before. this feeling of being okay with being around someone other than yourself. shuri could sense you weren’t a person who let their exterior down easily. not your real one anyway. the wakandan knew she had a huge task ahead of her, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to do it all in one night. however, she knew you were feeling her, and that was good enough.

everything was going great as she continued to get closer to you with every slight step. she figured it was good for her to get closer since you weren’t telling her to stop. it wasn’t like she made the distance closing unobvious. then, of course, her phone went off.

“the uber is here.” shuri says while turning her phone off and looking back up at you.

“are you ready?” you ask her.

“yeah?” shuri says with curiosity. why wouldn’t she be?

“no, i mean are you ready?” you ask again while looking outside of the window closest to you both. shuri follows your gaze and notices all of the people outside readying their large cameras. now she knows what you meant. once pictures hit the media of you two in date outfits and getting into the same car meant all hell would break loose. 

“are you ready?” shuri can’t help but ask. she was concerned about how much you’d have to deal with when the morning came. you were the shooting star and she was simply the sky that surrounded you. the attention would be on you, not her.

“i’m always ready.” you say while smiling and grabbing her hand. it made her eyes widen and she could feel the heat spreading across her soft face.

your feet pick up sooner than her own, so for the first couple steps you’re practically dragging her along. shuri eventually picks up the pace at the right time. she can see the paparazzi positioning their cameras on you and her before you’ve even exited the building. 

“open the door for me.” you say under your breath as you finally make it to the big glass doors. shuri very quickly follows your command and it makes you smile.

voices begin to flood the entire entrance area, and they're all shouting for you. 

“put your arm around my waist.”

shuri nods and does just that, confused by your motives.

you both begin walking down the sidewalk to the uber that seemingly couldn’t park any closer. clicks and flashes of light cloud your vision and ears but you were used to it. you hardly ever blinked anymore when one of them went right off in your face. however, shuri was struggling to make her way through it all. she wasn’t used to so many photos begin taken of her at once. she was someone who stayed in the background, never front and center.

“y/n, are you two an item?”

“maybe!” you answer with a soft, girl next door smile. you had been practicing it since you first got big.

“shuri! was this a date?” one of them asks as they shove a camera into her face. it was none other than tmz.

“well, um...” she fumbles to find the right words, afraid she may say the wrong thing and ruin her chances with you.

“it was a catch up. shuri produced one of the singles on my new album. you should def go and stream it!” you say, quickly recovering the conversation and making sure the camera grabs your good side. shuri is impressed by how good you were at giving the media not what they want, but just what they need.

“is her arm not around your waist? seems pretty romantic to me.”

“she’s making sure i don’t get lost in the crowds. besides, i don’t mind a cute girl on my hip.”

that part made her catch her breath a little. it was as if her heart stopped beating for a second and then continued on. especially when you looked up at her with sparkling eyes.

“sorry guys, we’ve gotta go.” shuri says when she realizes that you’ve both finally reached the car.

the paparazzi continued to take photos of the two of you as you hop into the car together. the driver doesn’t say a word. living in new york as an uber driver meant you picked quite a few celebrities. the less you talked meant a better tip.

shuri simply puts her hand on your leg, wanting to squeeze the skin beneath her fingertips. you lay your head on her shoulder, content with the touching. this was sure to be an interesting night as the two of you ached to touch one another in other ways. 

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[the-chasm-is-open]

acrylic & oil

the canvas stretched wide, empty and still,  with each stroke, i vowed to capture the weight  of love so certain and intangible; a promise to preserve what once felt unbreakable

I painted with every color I could imagine- bright strokes of joy, soft hues of hope layered with care to keep the love alive a masterpiece in motion, fragile yet thriving.

after many years, the shades of despair crept in quickly and uninvited,  darkening the canvas as it took shape-  grays and shadows turning light to darkness,  the ache of love bending into pain.  i held the brush, tirelessly crafting, layer upon layer, etched with aspirations and devotion. yet when it was near completion, your name stood beside mine written as my own a signature you never earned, on a canvas I painted alone.  then oil poured from your lips,  thick and unfiltered, over my careful strokes. as it trickled down, your truth blurred my design…  but wasn’t it more beautiful for the breaking? i was desperate to see our names written as one again. with trembling hands, my fingers swiped across the canvas revealing two names, smeared and, illegible- only the artist left to appreciate who they were.  your love saved me from an empty frame,  but its weight crushed the easel beneath.  you bled into my masterpiece, and now, it hangs unfinished-  a portrait of us, ruined by your hands.

~AR

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[bittersweetblasphemy]

silicone Jesus dildo take 1 is complete

unfortunately, despite being told there have never been any "complaints" of bubbles in the silicone, there are definitely too many. i could arguably use this once, since there aren't any unsafe sharp edges, but it would be near impossible to sanitize afterwards.

could be an issue with people not caring about bubbles in their homemade toy. could be an issue with me not being thorough enough in my research. 🤷‍♀️

a note for anyone interested in using the CAW products:

1: yes the alginate sets very quickly. don't dick around. i mean do. but like, don't take too long pouring it and sticking in whatever you want to make a mold of.

2: the alginate is somewhat fragile. it's designed to hold the shape long enough for you to make a cast of whatever you're molding, and then be broken off from it. it is not a multi-use mold like a silicone or acrylic. this is true of the kind that comes in the set AND the kind you can buy at a craft store.

3: the instructions say to pour the silicone slowly and does not give a time frame like the alginate. this does not mean the silicone has a slow cure time. it will begin to set within a handful of minutes, so you need to find a balance.

pour slowly enough to reduce the size and number of bubbles. pour quickly enough that the bubbles that do form can escape.

i strapped a vibrator to the outside of my mold and it worked hilariously well. the only reason there are as many bubbles as there are is because they were trapped at what would have been the highest point by the thicker silicone at the top because i wasn't expecting how quickly it would solidify.

4: the amount of silicone they give you clearly expects you to use the included vibrator. if you don't want to use it, buy extra silicone.

5: just because i worried about it: if you get the glow in the dark colors, the advertised picture shows one part of the 2 part silicone mix being fully colored, but for me both parts A & B were clear (with different colored lids), and came with a powder to mix in. but don't worry, the powder is plenty to thoroughly color the silicone as you can see in the picture.

overall, a solid first try. might still use it the once. i think i'm going to look into a body-safe silicone with a longer cure time, since the vibration method worked so well. really the only issue was that the more solid silicone on top trapped what was trying to come up.

not sure when i'll be able to do that but hey maybe a little bit of our tax returns could go into this little project.

[professor-amaryllis]

[a package arrives! It contains...

-a bag of silly bands in the shape of a variety of poison type Pokemon

-a sketchy rendition of Amy wrestling a Krookodile! It's stylized and really well drawn! Amy looks awfully confident in it. Doesn't seem to have a signature, oddly enough.

-a poison gem, carefully wrapped in bubble wrap!

-an acrylic keychain of a pride-themed venipede! It's yellow with purple circles on it!]

[A photo of a large cork board mounted on a white wall, there are all sorts of photos on it, friends and family of Amy's mostly, most easily recognizable are Bryony, Ren, Dave, Sophora, and Touya, but there are quite a few other photos as well of both people and places, and one partially obscured that looks like it might just be a pile of makuhita; it seems our professor is quite sentimental. Near the center in a place of honor lies the drawing, pinned up with a star shaped thumbtack.]

Hello, I hope whoever sends this ends up seeing this post, since it wasn't signed. Thank you! This is a sweet gift, and I've added the key chain to my backpack so I can see it more, I've never seen such a cute little thing! Thanks for making me look less terrified in the drawing than i was on the show hehe, I may just get a frame for this when I have a chance :)

Jester has laid claim to the poison gem, and I've had to break up a couple 'fights' between her and Dexter over it already hehe, and by fights i mostly mean they both start squeaking very loudly at each other if Dexter gets too close. I've opted to simply remove the gem and put it on a shelf with my other stones. These little rubber shapes are quite cute as well!!

Thank you again!

[killslumflower]

HONEY PART ONE: “sweet like honey, slow like molasses.”

↝ NOW PLAYING [ green eyes by erykah badu ]

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“C’mon killmonger what better do you have to do?” Klaues pale body was lax against the frame of Erik’s door, his blue eyes hazy, a soft pink color around the irises tinting into red. He was tipsy, Erik knew he shouldn’t have opened the door, He expected something important. But alas, Klaue lived up to his reputation of being nothing more than a stain. The question lingered in the air for a second, before klaue slumped forward, flinging a hand at Eriks left shoulder, “Linda?” He croaked out, doubling over until his forehead touching the apex of Eriks chest His body tensed, rigid against Klaues touch

one

klaue croaked out a wheezing of laughter, and Erik’s jaw clenched

Two

Erik could feel the trickle of klaues sweat through the thin material of his grey shirt

Three

He could smell the 1800 wafting from his pores, Klaue never learned he would have thought their last job in Kabul taught him, the terror of that mission still gave Erik nightmares

Four

“I’ll come.”

The words fell from his mouth faster than he could stop them but it was enough To get Klaues hunched stature perked up, his eyes meeting Erik’s “atta boy!” He clasped his hand down on his shoulder in a pat, a snarky smile wide on his face. Erik peeled the man’s hand off of him

“give me 5.”

-

streaks of fluorescent violet light danced over the sepia hue of his skin, Erik was swimming through his second Hennessy on the rocks and floating with the current of quartet on stage “nice isn’t it?” the pungent smell of whiskey on klaues foresaken tongue snatched him away from relaxation, and back to the reality he exhaled sweet smoke from a 1942 Gurkha Black dragon cigar klaue’s finest collection, the smoke from bitter Tabacoo made the air in the compacted club, thick but erik didn’t care the liquor and the smooth sounds of jazz relaxed him. He wouldn’t give klaue the gratification of admitting the place was more than nice, he was expecting some grimey casino with half naked blondes and brunettes instead klaue had taken him to a local speakeasy, a small quaint black owned jazz spot. Line music, and the only pale skin in sight was Klaue’s own flushed tone. He was a stain on this place, and Erik was almost embarrassed to be seen with him.

Although Nobody else seemed to care,

“Would you like another fill sir?”

The waitress was back again, a cinnamon toned beauty with eccentric Fulani braids, her question was aimed towards klaue

“yes please amour.”

His attempt to flirt with the young lady were failing poorly, he knew that for sure. Yet she plastered a smile anyway, one that read give me a big tip. She took Klaues glass into her white stiletto acrylics placed it on her silver platter and quickly reverted her attention to Erik, she was undressing him with her eyes. She was cute, but he was in no mood for fucking.

“And how about you?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

He stated with a small half smile, she reached for his glass and placed it next to Klaues batting her mink lashes at him slowly

“Well..you let me know if you need anything.”

Her voice was sultry, she held his gaze for longer than needed

“I said I’m good sweetheart.”

He purposely added emphasis on good, so she would get the hint, she did and she quickly scurried to retrieve Klaues drink.

His eyes fell back on the stage, the quartet was nearing the a comfortable end to their set he could tell by the slow of instrumental, sure enough within the next minute the sweet sounds were at a hault, the small room was then filled with a roaring applause in which he joined gracefully he really hadn’t remembered the last time he had allowed music to take him away. The announcer entered again, q middle aged black man with slick hair and a crisp black tuxedo at the mic

“That was the smooth sounds of clarity..”

another roar from the applause

“I don’t know about y’all but my vision is all clear.”

The Corny joke actually made Erik smile

“This next act is all about the heart though..y’all please help me give a warm welcome to the flow of this here place.”

“Esscence.”

The roar seemed to amp in volume, he heard dog whistles and cheers. Whoever was next, was definitely a regular and a favorite it seemed.

The quartet didn’t move an inch, they must be an accompaniment

Suddenly a sight of glimmer broke into his sight as a gorgeous woman entered stage left, her dark brown tone seemed to shine under the lights of the stage. She wore a big white head wrap erykah badu style, and a crocheted earth tone skirt with a matching brown top. As she turned to face the stage, damn She was stunning, her skin was dark as fresh soil and her sleek features resembled the women of his fathers home country, that beauty he never thought he’d witness up close, with a set of piercing hazel eyes. She held a small smile as the cheers never seemed to end, he joined. Giving a whistle of his own, and it made her smile grow showing all her bright white teeth.

She closed her eyes, standing completely still for a moment as to gain her composure, the noise seemed to quiet down. And as she opened her eyes, her body began to sway slowly, to her own rhythm as she hummed lowly.

The quartet started again, but only the keys with a skipping beat

The quartet started again, but only the keys with a skipping beat

He knew the melody all too well, the song was a classic from Erykah badu’s sophomore album, one his mother played on repeat in their home all the time. And this track..”green eyes.” never ceased from their walls after his father was taken away from them..it brought back a feeling he couldn’t describe.

[play track here]

She began

“my eyes are green..”

she released the sweetest sound by far, a smooth alto tone, a drastic difference from Erykah’s mezzo soprano tone on the track, but it blended so nicely with the set, it instantly had him hooked.

“Cuz I eats a lot of vegetables..It don’t have nothin’ to do with your new Friend.”

She swayed again pointing to someone in the crowd who blew her back a kiss,

“My

eyes

are

green..”

The saxophone peaked, joining in with the melody

“Cuz I Eats a lot of vegetables.”

“It don’t

have nothing to do

with your new friend..”

“I don’t care..I swear.”

“I’m too through with you I am.”

“You don’t mean nothing, to me..

So go ahead and be with your friend.”

A pause in the keys as they slowed,

“My eyes are green..”

A peak in saxophone

“Cuz I eats a lot of vegetables.”

“It

don’t

have

nothin’

to

do

with

your

new..”

the saxophone faded out and the keys began to play a slower melody, then a break a pause small enough you wouldn’t even catch if it wasn’t for her voice halting, was it over? God he hoped not..

Her head fell slowly forward, until her forehead touched the mic, she cradled it in her hand smooth black stilettos grasping the base of it. As nothing but her slow deliberate breaths were to be heard, his attention was hanging on to each note she made with her voice. He felt like he was on the edge of his seat,

“Friend.”

She held the note, she carried it letting it ride, amping in volume from a soft tone to a louder one as The keys came back smoother than before, as the other instruments began to join in a key change

her head raised ever so slightly until her face was visible to the crowd,

“Im insecure..”

Her eyes peeled opened, and he exhaled not even realizing he was holding his breath.

“But I can’t help it..”

With every word she sang, a spell seemed to be casting over him. It was like a trance he couldn’t explain, and he felt the same energy throughout the quaint space. But his vision was tunneled, all he could focus on was the performance she put on before him.

“My mind..says move on,

my heart lags behind.”

Her head fell to the right

“But I don’t love you anymore..

I’m so insecure

Never knew that love did this..”

A flute began to join, over the chorus then to the left, as her body began to move with the sounds of the quartet her eyes closed again as she lost herself in the rhythm

“Ouuuu..ouuu..ouuu..”

The way she carried the sound, made it drift even when she dropped out, the way she made it dance in the minds of who listened. It was like a spark,

“Ouuu..ouuu..ouuu..”

Each time she held it, it was like a strike from a match to its box

“I can’t remember,

The last time I

Felt this way about somebody..”

Her eyes opened, her eyes holding his and the flame started, engulfing him in a blaze of passion, he could feel his slacks grow tighter around his groin,

damn the Hennessy, he always got the same reaction when he drunk it. But he didn’t move an inch to adjust himself, her voice keeping him frozen, illuminating the fire to burn in his chest he was stuck in her groove,

“You’ve done something to my mind

And I can’t control it..”

She sung of a broken heart, that he hadn’t caused yet

“But I don’t love you anymore.”

Her eyes flickered away, and onto the rest of the crowd,

“Yes I do I think..”

“Loving you is wrong.”

“Ouu ouuu ouuu,

ouuu ouuu ouuu..”

“La di da..”

She began to scat

skipping like the

beat of his heart

“dum di..da da..

dum di da..di da..

Dum di da di da…”

She slowed, An unwritten part of the song breaking as the quartet picked up behind her, Until each instrument broke away,

Off until it was only keys, a slow harmony that she joined in a hum until They slowed into a stop.

It was over

And before anything else could be said,

Erik jumped to his feet, and began to clap loudly, he didn’t know if it was the liquor, the memory of his mother weeping silently to the chords of this track back home, or her performance but a tear that he couldn’t stop streaked down his face,

Behind him A loud chorus from the crowd amped like never before, as they gave her a much deserved ovation She smiled, all teeth her eyes on his again, she blew a kiss his way and bowed

As the velvet tattered curtains began to draw, until her and the quarter were out of site, the applause didn’t stop though. They slowed until Erik was the last one left clapping, he didn’t really give a damn that people were looking at him crazy. He wanted her to hear how good she was, he didn’t stop until klaue began to pull on his shoulder to sit him down. He was so entranced, he didn’t pay attention to the touch belonging to the man. He allowed it to seat him.

“The smooth sounds never stop..we’ll be playing all night. Enjoy our intermission. Next up we have the black odyssey..”

The voice of the announcer played through the speakers, as a bustle of conversations started at the surrounding tables

“Well..you certainly enjoyed that performance huh lad?” Klaue chucked, Erik didn’t entertain the man one bit, he took a sip of water like it was the last drop on earth, it had grown Luke warm from sitting but he didn’t mind. Anything to snuff the fire that still held his chest,

He felt klaue move beside him his, body moving towards the bar probably to flag the waitress for his bottomless drinks even though he was well into a stupor, but surprisingly in the next moment he was in his ear like an annoying gnat waiting to be squashed “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” Erik couldn’t contain his annoyance, he was in no mood to meet one of klaues acquaintances, and he could tell. His hand was at his shoulder again shaking him lightly “Aw c’mon killmonger..you won’t regret it.” He urged, Erik placed his glass back on the table, shook off Klaues hand. And prepared himself

“Whatever man.”

He knew the next act was nothing he wanted to see, so after this meet and greet he would lug himself back to his room and dream about the woman with the voice of velvet. Klaue was up first, fixing his tie as if that would hide his drunk was, he stumbled away from his seat, and Erik joined him standing up, allowing him to lead the way. Klaue unsurprisingly made his way to the bar, and Erik joined behind him sluggishly.

“Essence!”

His ears perked up to that..it was her, he watched Klaue make a few steps ahead and hault at the seat before him, there she was perched on a stool supporting her frame with the bar.

He felt like his heart had stopped, even though he could feel it beating rapidly in his chest, he began to walk closer taking his stance in respectable distance behind Klaue. His eyes never leaving the beauty of her face.

“Klaue..”

She didn’t like him, he could tell by the sharpness of her voice, it was bitter to his ears. Subtle enough for klaue to miss, but still cutting through the air. He didn’t know the correlation but the excitement in Klaues voice was far more exuberant, she was pulled from her drink an interesting dark substance her glass, too light to be Hennessy but too dark to be dusse, he wasn’t sure what it was but she was dangerous for sure drinking cognac with no chaser.

He didn’t have to see klaues face to know the man held a snarky smile. He leaned foward placing a small greasy peck on her smooth delicate brown skin, Erik felt his jaw clench. A flash of klaues dead body on the ground in his mind. She said nothing in response, swallowing but he could see her crawling on the inside. Her eyes fluttered past the stain of a man, and onto him, he could feel that spell casting again. Noticing the twinkle in her hazel irises her glass clinched against the wood of the bar “whose this?” His stomach tightened, the sweetness returning to her voice klaue turned his head over his shoulder to look at erik, his icy blue eyes skimming over him, another snarky smile growing on his face “this is my bunkmate killmonger!” She hid her expression well on her face but her eyes didn’t lie, he caught her do a once over. She thought he was attractive, good. Weirdly, that made him nervous.

Klaue did nothing but take up space, talking about how they needed to catch up over dinner, raved about her performance and sent his condolences for her father, he noticed her posture freeze at the mention of her father. She took a big gulp of her drink.

“Thank you..”

it wasn’t warm, it was stale she looked away from him, her eyes back on his own as it to say..save me.

That’s all he needed, he put a hand on klaues right shoulder “aye Klaue Linda just paged me..said she need you back at the hotel.” He whispered

“Awh! That sneaky sonofabitch! I was just starting to catch up.”

“Yeah well it could be serious you should go.”

Klaue sighed, but Erik watched as he brought up the dial to his personal driver to Bring his car around

“Well I apologize Esscence but duty calls..we’ll have to catch up over that dinner.”

He didn’t like the animation in his tone, he was much too happy to talk to her and her expression being such a difference rubbed him the wrong way.

Klaue turned to him “how are you getting back lad?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Klaues expression was a little taken aback, but he said nothing. Turned on his heels, and was out of their presence within seconds

Finally

Erik’s eyes was back on her, she was somewhere else looking off into the distance taking the contents of her drink greatly, he took a seat at the stool next to her.

“Your performance was the best I’ve ever seen.”

He commented, taking her out of her thoughts she looked at him warmly a small smile “thank you so much, that really means a lot to me.” She said that with pure gratitude, they sat in a comfortable silence for a moment taking in each others glare. “My mother she loved that album, and absolutely loved that song, I was waking up every Sunday to those jams.” That made her chuckle “she’s got good taste, it was my daddy’s favorite too.” He saw the drop in her gaze, it was one he knew all too well. It was one of pain..one of loss. she looked away again, sipping at her drink “what’s a Brotha like you doing hanging around the likes of Klaue?” She changed the subject He was slightly disappointed they weren’t talking about something of importance “we work together.” He simply stated her gaze was back on him, curious a furrowed brow her eyes told him she knew exactly what his occupation was but he didn’t want to talk about it it was his turn to change the subject

“What’s a singer like you doing in a spot like this?”

“What’s wrong with this spot?”

She quipped a slight playful attitude in her manner

“Nothing, but you should be at the Grammys with that voice Girl.”

She had nothing to say to that just a slight giggle, and that sound made him never want to hear anything else. He wanted to hear her laugh all the time, make her forget about that hole he know her father left. The same one he know he’ll never fill, until his final mission that is. she took another sip of her drink, and the same bartender from before came over to ask about her tab. She closed it, put a crisp twenty down “thanks shawna.” And looked back him, he could feel Shawna looking between them and he knew, she could feel the energy growing between them by the second. They didn’t have to conversate much, the tone was already set.

“So..You staying for the next show?” She asked taking her glass away from her lips, her eyes back on him “nah.” He ran his tongue across his bottom one, watching her eyes flicker at the sight of his gold caines. “I’ve seen all this place got to offer.” she smiled, her acrylics tapping her glass as she set it back to its place on the mahogany stained wood “oh forreal?” He didn’t have to answer she knew what he said. “the nights still young-“ she broke contact, he could tell she was nervous too nervous to read his own “my homeboys having a get together if you want to fall through.” He tried to hide the smirk growing on his face but she caught the sight of his dimples as her gaze came back to his face, her eyes danced over him, drinking in his attire as she awaited his answer

“Well..what we still doin’ here?”

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AN: Hi beauties wanted to finish what I started, I always had big plans for this story and I’ve been trying for years to believe in my writing enough to finish!! So happy new years :3 and happy new me part two coming tmmrw!

-G

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Less is Luxe: Embracing Modern Minimalism for Your Dream Wedding

The modern wedding landscape is shifting, moving away from overt extravagance towards sophisticated simplicity. Couples are increasingly drawn to the clean lines, subtle textures, and understated elegance of minimalist design. If you envision a wedding that exudes contemporary style and timeless grace, a minimalist approach to your décor is the perfect path. For couples in Ahmedabad and Gujarat seeking Decoration for Wedding in Ahmedabad and Gujarat, this blog offers a wealth of inspiration and ideas for creating a breathtakingly beautiful celebration with a minimalist touch. We’ll explore how to achieve a look that's both modern and incredibly personal.

Planning a wedding can feel overwhelming, but remember, you don't have to navigate it alone. Seeking the assistance of a skilled Event Planner Near Me can alleviate much of the stress and ensure your minimalist vision is brought to life flawlessly. They can help curate every detail, from finding the right venue to selecting the perfect tableware, and they will handle the logistics so you can enjoy the journey of planning your special day.

And if you’re particularly looking for experienced professionals in the region, a proficient Wedding Planner in Anand can offer invaluable local knowledge and vendor connections, helping you secure the best services and venues that align with your minimalist wedding aesthetic. This local expertise can be crucial for realizing a cohesive and seamless experience, tailored specifically to your unique preferences. Now, let’s delve into the world of modern minimalist wedding decoration and unveil how to achieve this chic and timeless look.

Embracing the Essence of Minimalist Wedding Décor

Minimalism isn’t about having nothing – it’s about having just enough. It’s a philosophy that emphasizes quality over quantity, focusing on intentional choices that create impact through simplicity. This means carefully selecting each element to contribute to the overall aesthetic. Here are core principles to follow:

Clean Lines and Uncluttered Spaces: This is the cornerstone of minimalist design. Opt for spaces with simple architectural details, avoiding busy patterns or overly ornate features. Look for venues with high ceilings, large windows, and open layouts.

Neutral Color Palettes: Think whites, creams, grays, beiges, and soft pastels. Monochromatic schemes or palettes with subtle variations create a calming, elegant atmosphere. Pops of color can be introduced sparingly through florals or accent pieces but ensure they complement the neutral base.

High-Quality Materials: When you have fewer elements, their individual quality becomes all the more noticeable. Invest in high-quality fabrics (linen, silk, natural cotton), ceramics, and glassware. This enhances the feeling of sophistication and luxury.

Focus on Texture: When working with a limited color palette, textures become essential. Combine smooth and rough materials – think raw linen with polished ceramics or matte metal with glossy flowers – to create visual interest and depth.

Intentional Lighting: Lighting is crucial in minimalist design. Natural light is always best. When using artificial lighting, opt for warm, soft tones that cast gentle shadows and highlight key areas. String lights, candles, and minimalist chandeliers are great options.

Minimalist Decoration Ideas for Your Wedding

Let’s explore specific décor elements to help you achieve your minimalist wedding vision:

Ceremony Setup:

Simple Arch or Backdrop: Avoid elaborate structures. A simple wooden arch, a minimalist metal frame, or a curtain of sheer fabric creates a chic backdrop.

Minimalist Seating: Opt for sleek, modern chairs, maybe transparent acrylic ones, or simple wooden benches. Keep aisles clear of excessive decorations.

Aisle Décor: Instead of lavish floral arrangements down the aisle, consider lining it with simple candles in glass containers, a few stems of greenery, or geometric lanterns.

Focus on Natural Beauty: If the ceremony is outdoors, let the natural environment speak for itself. Enhance existing elements rather than covering them up.

Reception Tables:

Bare Tables or Simple Linens: Rather than heavily layered tablecloths, go for bare wooden tables or plain linen runners or tablecloths. Choose high-quality fabrics that drape beautifully.

Minimalist Centerpieces: Choose simple flower arrangements in clear glass vases or single stems in bud vases. Consider geometric candle holders or low minimalist containers. Avoid overly large or complex floral designs.

Elegant Place Settings: Keep dinnerware sleek and modern. Consider minimalist cutlery and stemware. Menu cards should feature clean typography and high-quality paper.

Personal Touches: Add personal elements through customized name cards or handwritten notes at each place setting. Keep them subtle and elegant.

Floral Design:

Greenery Focus: Embrace greenery! Eucalyptus, ferns, olive branches, and other foliage provide texture and freshness. Use them liberally for garlands, wreaths, and simple bouquets.

Limited Color Palettes: If you want to incorporate flowers, stick to a limited color palette (e.g., all white or soft blush tones). Less is more when it comes to color in minimalist floral designs.

Single Stems: Consider using single stems of beautiful flowers in bud vases for a minimalist yet impactful statement. This also reduces the cost.

Geometric Arrangements: Explore unique arrangements using geometric containers for a modern twist.

A minimalist wedding is a beautiful testament to the power of intentional design. It’s a celebration that values sophistication, simplicity, and genuine connections. By focusing on quality materials, clean lines, and personal touches, you can create an unforgettable event that's both modern and timeless. Let the team at Brothers Events and Entertainments assist you in bringing your minimalist vision to life. We specialize in crafting unique and personalized events, focusing on your specific style and needs, and ensuring a seamlessly unforgettable experience. We look forward to helping you create a wedding that reflects your personality and leaves a lasting impression on all your guests.

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Elevate Your Home: Transformative Doors, Walls, and Decor with Indo Kuwait Industries

Dreaming of a home that truly reflects your unique style? Tired of generic designs? Look no further! This guide will explore a range of options to transform your living spaces, from elegant laminated doors near me to exquisite carved wooden door manufacturers. We’ll also delve into the world of wall panel shops near me, decorative moulding for panelling, and stunning corners for wall decoration. Whether you’re seeking professional wall decoration service near me or exploring DIY options with wall cladding shop near me, we’ve got you covered. And for a unique touch, we’ll even introduce you to the captivating world of Corian photo frames. But before we dive in, let’s introduce you to the one-stop solution for all your home transformation needs: Indo Kuwait Industries.

Why Choose Indo Kuwait Industries?

✅ Custom Solutions: Tired of cookie-cutter designs? Indo Kuwait Industries specializes in crafting custom solutions tailored to your exact preferences and needs.

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✅ Best in Each Category: Indo Kuwait Industries is your go-to source for the best in each category, including laminated doors near me, carved wooden door manufacturers, and more.

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Wall Wonders: Transform Your Spaces

Walls are a blank canvas for creativity. Visit Indo Kuwait Industries, your local wall panel shops near me, to discover a world of possibilities. From sleek and modern to rustic and traditional, they offer a diverse selection of high-quality wall panels. Enhance your panels with decorative moulding for panelling, available at their convenient moulding shop near me. Add depth and dimension with their exquisite range of corners for wall decoration.

Wall Decoration Services: Professional Expertise

If you’re looking for a professional touch, Indo Kuwait Industries offers exceptional wall decoration service near me. Their skilled team can help you choose the right materials, execute intricate designs, and bring your vision to life. From elegant wallpaper installations to custom murals, they can handle it all.

Wall Cladding: A Versatile Solution

Explore the versatility of wall cladding at Indo Kuwait Industries, your trusted wall cladding shop near me. They offer a wide range of materials, from natural stone and wood to sleek metal and durable composites. Wall cladding is not only visually appealing but also provides excellent protection against moisture and impact.

Unique Touches: Corian Photo Frames

For a truly unique touch, consider Corian photo frames from Indo Kuwait Industries. Crafted from a non-porous, durable material, these frames are both stylish and functional. Corian’s versatility allows for a range of colors and finishes, creating a personalized display for your cherished memories.

Indo Kuwait Industries: Your Home Transformation Partner

Indo Kuwait Industries stands out with its commitment to quality, craftsmanship, and customer satisfaction. They utilize premium materials like HDHMR Sheets with Acrylic Finish and Crystal finishes to ensure long-lasting beauty and durability.

Contact Indo Kuwait Industries Today!

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Conclusion

With Indo Kuwait Industries, your home transformation journey is in the hands of experienced professionals. Elevate your living spaces with stunning doors, walls, and decor that reflect your unique style and personality.

FAQs

Do you offer custom design services?

Yes, Indo Kuwait Industries specializes in custom solutions to meet your specific needs and preferences.

2. What materials do you use?

They utilize premium materials like HDHMR Sheets with Acrylic Finish and Crystal finishes to ensure long-lasting beauty and durability.

3. Do you provide installation services?

Yes, they offer professional installation services for all their products.

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