#How to create a festival makeup | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

a-d-nox · 1 year ago

Text

what's a dna (asteroid 55555) persona? what can a dna persona chart show you?

hypothetically, your dna chart can tell you more about the genetic predisposition of your health, what genetic diseases and mutations you are at risk for, your ancestry, and your genetic traits.

mini disclaimer: genetic/ethnicity/ancestry can be a delicate subject for a lot of people - this is is topical post about what the planets and houses could mean. i am not a doctor or geneticist - this chart can not be used to diagnose health issues/problems or anything else with 100% accuracy.

sun

your genetic identity, your projected vitality, genetic predispositions you should pay attention to, genetic prominence, genetic connects to royal/famous/infamous individuals, and/or how your genetics are different from your ancestors / what makes you an individual (not a clone - or perhaps different from a twin)

moon

what you inherited from your mother, your family's heritage, how your ancestors have adapt/evolved to make you who you are today, neanderthal ancestry ratios, hereditary menstrual issues, genetic fertility factors, and/or the brca / pcos / uterine fibroids gene

mercury

genetic mental health conditions, neurological conditions/diseases, taste/smell/hearing, how you can change your genetic "fate," what genetics can be forgot, aptitude to speak the languages of your ancestors, and/or how your daily routine affects your genetics (nature versus nurture)

venus

genetic attraction / who you attract to create viable offspring that is meant to survive, your genetic beauty, your ability to preform self love (aka your ability to cope with hereditary depression and anxiety), genetic hair type, genetic femininity (xx, x0, xxx, etc), genetics you share with a majority of your family, values and festivities with have due to heritage, genetics diabetes, genetic cheerfulness versus depression, and/or pcos gene

mar

genetic confidence in public speaking, competitiveness that makes your genes superior to past generations, genetic athleticism / muscle composition, genetic masculinity (xy, xxy, etc), genetic dominance, and/or prone to violence (neanderthal influence)

jupiter

where you are lucky in the genetic lottery, where you have an abundance of genetic information, where are successful in breaking genetic trends, your opportunity to beat the genetic odds, your knowledge of your genetic makeup, genetic blessings, where you can afford to be optimistic about your health, and/or genetic predisposition to macular degeneration

saturn

what you should work hard to be your genetic makeup, genetic health challenges, what you inherited from your father, genetics fears/anxieties, how long you can live if you are healthy, your genetic limitations, ancestry, genetic deficiencies, and/or the effort you make to beat your genetics

uranus

genetics of social anxiety, sudden changes historical genetics - where you are the first in your family diagnosed with a genetic mutation/disorder, what makes you genetically unique, and/or shocking/unexpected ancestry/origin

neptune

genetic alcoholism/escapism, hidden genetic knowledge or ancestry, delusions surrounding your heritage, disappearance of heritage, and/or the fascination you have with your ancestry and genetic

pluto

genetic transformation, the power in your genes, genetic sex, destructive genes, you genetic projected death, regenerative genes, your obsession with your genetics and heritage, and/or your genetic evolution

genetic identity/self, outward physical traits / appearance, physical body, physical genetic build, genetic individuality, and/or passion for genetics

genetic wealth, effort you put in to beat your genetics, genetic material, values surrounding your heritage, genetic stability, giving/receiving your heritage, and resources surrounding your genetics

how your genetics are communicated, genetic mental health issues and disabilities, your opinions about your heritage, how you can consciously fight your genetics, genetic relationship with your siblings, interest in your heritage and genetics, and/or information you have on your ancestry and genetics

genetic/familial origins and roots, your parents genetics, how you were treated in childhood based on your genetics, heredity traits, traditions you upload because of your heritage, and/or genetic femininity

your children's genetics, creative methods of celebrating your heritage, who you are attracted to based on genetics/ethnicity, vacations you take to reconnect with your heritage/ethnicity, hobbies/festivities/traditions that are related to your ethnicity, and/or genetic fertility (pcos, fibroids, etc)

how your daily routine is affecting your genetics or rather triggering your genetics, your genetic health, how fitness/hygiene/medication/diet can benefit for life expectancy because of genetic factors, the self improvement you do to fight genetic pre-destiny, how consistency aids/harms your health, how you help others to better understand their origin, and/or genetic analytics

your significant others' ethnicity/heritage, genetic attraction, genetic attractiveness, contracts with genetic storage banks (for instance mine is in a 23&me storage data bank), how others treat you based on your genetics, and/or genetics share with those in your family

dna mutations, projected longevity based on your genetic makeup, changes you should make to live longer, how much time invest into getting to know more about your genetics and heritage, what you inherited from your ancestors genetically, genetic reproductive rates, assets of your ethnicity, secrets about your ethnicity, the spiritual transformation that occurs when you learn more about your heritage/roots, and/or trauma related to race/ethnicity/heritage

beliefs/religion/ideologies associated with your roots, what can learn about your heritage/ethnicity, languages associated with your roots, where your ancestors immigrated or where they emigrated from, genetic ethics, and/or what you can learn about your ancestors

10h

your genetic legacy/offspring, what the world believes your origins are, how you can beat genetics, long-term health goals you may have, what you inherit from your father, and/or genetic experts in your life

11h

what you gain from having knowledge of your ancestors, genetics you share with a half sibling, what makes you genetically unique, how technology can help you learn more about your genetic background, social awareness you have others ethnicities/culture/heritages, and/or how your genes manifest

12h

how you can heal using your genetic information, the hidden features of your genetic code, your projected age, how well you sleep based on your genetics, mental health issues you have a predisposition to, genetic fears you have in place so that you can survive, what you don't know about your genetics, and/or how you should restrict yourself to promote longevity/vitality

like what you read? leave a tip and state what post it is for! please use my "suggest a post topic" button if you want to see a specific post or mythical asteroid next!

click here for the masterlist

click here for more asteroids that aren't getting more attention than this

want a personal reading? click here to check out my reading options and prices!

#astrology #astro community #astro placements #astro chart #asteroid astrology #asteroid #natal chart #persona chart #astrology tumblr #astronotes #astrology readings #astro notes #natal astrology #astro observations #astroblr #asteroid55555 #dna #asteroid dna

262 notes · View notes

cuddleyhoney · 11 months ago

Text

cuddley john headcannon?

john wick x fem reader fanfic

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Your life with your significant other John was very quiet and soft. He never did much holiday decorating but surely loved the festive lingerie sets he purchased for you. You were always the perfect girl in his life during these times. The mini candy canes scattered throughout the home and small batches of cookies placed on the dining table helped create amazing memories for John.

The sweet aroma of fresh cookies & the blazing fireplace set a romantic aura in the home. You had just taken a warm shower and applied your skincare. Walking on the hard wooden floor towards the living room you saw John in his adorable red checkered pajama bottoms you bought for him. He greets you with a warm smile with his hand drawing you in. John was always a snuggly bunny, only for you of course!

The two of you were in complete bliss watching Lana Del Rey music videos. It was comforting and quiet. John planted soft kisses on your temple whilst massaging your scalp...

The night passed and you discovered that John has a secret love for music, and you both start creating playlists together. Each song reminds you of a particular romantic moment or date you both were on not long ago.

You often would be taking a bath or doing your makeup and realize how you have everything you want in your life with John...

-- hi sorry for not being very active I'm not in my john wick phase as much anymore </3

#john wick #john wick x y/n #john wick au #fanfic #john wick x reader #john wick headcanons #john wick imagine #keanu reeves #john wick fanfic

121 notes · View notes

maxislvt · 2 years ago

Text

Send You My Love On A Wire

Summary: Music had always been a big part of Wanda's life. Her parents loved music and they had passed that love down to her. She would've never thought that loving music would mean music would give her love back

Warnings: making out, a lot of cock blocking, smut, fingering, brief oral

A/N: The first half of this was in my drafts since the beginning of summer and I completely forgot about it despite the fact I never shut up about this concept. Anyways, it's finally here!!! Hope y'all enjoy her

Wanda loved concerts. The loud music, the cheering from fans, and the adrenaline rush came with every set. It was addictive. Her first concert was fresh in her mind. She was only eight years old at the time. Armed only with her favorite stuffed animal and bright red earplugs, she entered the world of music for the very first time. She had spent ample time in her parent's studio, but the concert was an experience like no other. The bright lights, people dancing, and being safely above it all while perched on her father's shoulders. Music had become Wanda's lifeline that day. It had only taken a few more years for her to throw herself into the industry entirely.

Soon, she was the one dancing and singing on stage. It was terrifying at first. Music was the first major life choice she made without her brother. Where she had fallen in love with bass guitars and layered choruses, Pietro fell in love with scene heading and camera angles. Their support for each other never faltered, but the fear was almost unshakable. It wasn't until she stepped on stage that her wings truly spread. Soon she was selling out stadiums in mere minutes and singing her out.

Of course, she was still herself. A little kid that loved music and the people that made it. Wanda still had a few celebrity crushes she couldn't let go of. Most were much older and married, but one, in particular, stood out.

The Thunderbolts was a group that popped up about a year before Wanda had started hers. They were a lot edgier and further on the alternative spectrum than what Wanda usually listened to, but she enjoyed their music nonetheless. Loud, exciting, and aggressive — all things she loved in music. The absolute beauty that was their concept only added to the appeal. Bastardized demigods in one album and humans possessed by unforgiving demons in the next, with the aesthetics to match. All the members put their all into creation, but you just stood out more than anyone. Though you were a guitarist, you'd occasionally take the stage as the main vocalist and would help other groups create choreography as well.

Unfortunately, Wanda could never get close enough to actually to you even if it was just for an autograph or a chance to praise you for working so hard. It was until one of her first real festival performances that she got the chance to meet you. She was apprehensive at first. You were very open about how you took major performances seriously and you were busy getting makeup done or tuning your guitar. Her dear brother, almost equally infatuated with your music, was determined to get an autograph since he couldn't attend the festival.

"Come on," Pietro groaned out as much as he could with a group of women frantically doing his makeup. "I can't be there to get it myself, can you at least try?" For reasons entirely beyond his sister, Petro was convinced all musicians had some secret clique or friendships they refused to tell the world about. "Just use your super good music privileges and get them to sign my shirt! Maybe we'll get a collab out of it!"

Wanda rolled her eyes at her brother's antics. "I've told you before, there is no secret music industry cult! Just catch them at another concern or something." She huffed out. There were a few hours before the start of the show. Maybe he could see you, or at least get her and her brother some new merch from one of the tents outside. "Okay, fine. I'll try, but don't start pouting when there's no signature on it!"

"Yeah," Pietro cheered childishly and gently pumped his fists in the air, careful not to hit the people around him. "I promise I'll make it up to you!"

Wanda chuckled softly before preparing to leave her backstage room. She and her brother were used to sneaking out for the sake of fun and privacy. She coasted through the crowds and stopped by the occasional vendor for snacks or new merch she hadn't seen yet. Her adventures were quickly cut short after she caught up in a line for Thunderbolts merch. Exploring seemed much more enjoyable, but Pietro would kill her if she didn't at least get him a crappy mug with the band's name on it.

"That just doesn't make any sense," said a gruff, familiar voice. "You call my boyfriend Wilson, my best friend Rogers, and my best friend's boyfriend Stark! What sense does it make for me to be ' Buchanan'?"

Wanda brushed it off as a case of her ears being fucked because of the loud noises around her. Maybe it was just a group of friends playing make-believe and telling jokes.

"Because ‘Buchanan’ is a much sexier name than 'Barnes'! Are you happy now, Barnes?" Less gruffly than the first voice but just as passionate about the conversation. “Your boyfriend, best friend, and best friend’s boyfriend have cool last names, and you don’t!”

Okay, no. That way definitely who she thought it was. Bucky and Y/N, members of her favorite band, were standing right behind her. Now was her chance. All she had to do was turn around and say something. Instead, Wanda found herself frantically fixing her clothes and nitpicking at her outfit. After what must have been half an hour, she turned to face you and your bandmate. “Um, hey.” There was an awkward pause as you and Bucky waited for her to continue talking. Wanda had no clue what to say and opted to lift her glasses and give a small smile.

That was all Wanda needed to do before it was your turn to freak out,

“Oh my god,” You whispered in shock, “You’re the Scarlet Witch!” You excitedly bounce on your heels while using your thumb and pointer finger to mimic the shape of the iconic crown. “I am such a big fan- uh, sorry if I’m being too loud,” Your odd ramblings would’ve continued had your friend not been kind enough to elbow you in your side. There was no telling how red your face had gotten within a few minutes, but you were sure it embarrassed you. It was like your brain had short-circuited. “Um, did you need something?” Your hand nervously ran down the side of your jeans.

Wanda couldn’t help but smile at you. You looked good on stage, but your awkwardness was unexpected. Not once did she ever think she’d see the lead guitarist of Thunderbolts would be blushing and tripping over their words — especially not because of her. “Oh yeah! If you guys aren’t too busy, I’d love it if you guys could sign some stuff for my brother. I’ll pay for you guys’ food as payback or sign some stuff back.”

“Deal! On the signing stuff, too. We already borrowed our manager’s debit card.” A mischievous grin crossed your face as you flashed the shiny metal card at Wanda. The ability to play cool and smooth talk people were usually something better suited for Bucky or Yelena. Today though, it seemed it was yours. “We can meet up at our backstage room. Y’know, so we don’t get trampled.”

“Sounds great, but order fast because people are pointing, and I’m hungry,” Bucky said. He never thought being caught up in such tension could be so draining.

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Wanda never expected a chance encounter to change her life so much. Having a record with your signature on it was quickly dwarfed by several things. To start, knowing you liked her music as well sent her over the moon. The only thing better than that was being your friend. You invited her to hang out at award shows and even gave her VIP seats at your concerts.

Her favorite moments were the more private between the two of you. When you would call her during late nights at your studio or just to catch up after being busy. Wanda was sure your other friends got similar treatment. That didn't make it any less special. Video calls were even better. It was a privilege to watch you effortlessly glide across the floor of the studio or be there to help you write a song lyric or two. It made Wanda feel special.

Touring made that difficult though. Moving around non-stop and constantly performing meant there was little time for the two of you to actually talk. Being the absolute sweetheart you were, you made an effort to send at least one super-long voice message about your days. Endless rants about Bucky absolutely devouring everything in sight, Ava and Yelena boldly and heated debates about abstract concepts you hadn't a clue about, and whatever else you come out of your head.

Unfortunately, one was unreasonably short. It was the last day of your tour, surely you'd have something to go on about. However, it seemed like anything noteworthy that day was somehow packed into a five-minute voice message. Despite her disappointment, she let it play.

"Hi, Wands," Your words slurred out excitedly. Shuffling and the sound of glass clinking were picked up by the speaker. "I just wanted to tell you how much I love you," The slurring continued, "and I mean really love you." Wind seemingly picked up out of nowhere as you snatched your phone and lay down on the ground. "You're so super pretty and super smart and so super nice! Like a super package!" Most of anything after that was a disjointed statement about Wanda's never-ending beauty and super cool and totally awesome music. A fit of giggles would cut through your ramblings every few minutes, but that didn't stop you. "I really want to be your partner….Wait no, I want you to be my girlfriend. I can be your girlfriend or your boyfriend, I can also be both! I'm super cool with either." You laughed at the thought. "I don't care what I am, I just wanna be it with you. Like, romantically."

Wanda was shocked. Her heart hammered in her ears and her face had gone beet red. Was this a confession she could take seriously? Probably not, but you sounded absolutely adorable and she downloaded it regardless of its validity. In the time it had taken her to formulate a response, you had already sent her another voice message.

"L is for the way you look…like my girlfriend!" The off-key and horribly unstable pitch didn't stop you from professing your love. Despite your obvious intoxication, you serenaded Wanda with the addition of a piano. "V is for very very, uh, extra pretty because that's what you are! Wait no, I missed the O…" The piano suddenly stopped and you hummed. "Oh right! O is for the only one I see- that one's an alliteration!" Your playing picked back up, this time much slower and less on the beat. "Um, E is…I don't remember what E is for — hey! Give it back I wasn't done talking to heeer!"

A struggle could be heard from the phone and for a second there was only silence. You were clearly outnumbered. The only thing that stopped Wanda from worrying was the familiar Russian accent that replaced your voice.

"Ah, sorry Wanda Maximoff. Bucky bet that they couldn't out-drink my dad and you know the both of them are sore losers. Hope you have a nice night."

With that, Wanda was left with her thoughts. It was probably best to just ignore it until you were sober enough to talk about it. You were a prideful person and would probably be very embarrassed in the morning, but there was no way she'd pass up the opportunity to confess. She took a deep breath and pressed the voice record button. "Hi sweetheart," She said in a sickeningly sweet voice knowing it would make you squirm. "I would just love for you to be my partner! I'll call you whatever you want to be called, but don't worry about that until you get home, okay? Just drink a lot of water for me and worry about everything else later. I hope you have a safe trip home, I love you!"

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

You didn't have much time to yourself the next morning or most of the evening. Packing and flying home took all of forever, unpacking seemed to take longer than packing itself, and all you wanted to do was sleep. All that meant it was around 10:30 at night when you had finally checked your phone and listened to Wanda's message. The words filled your head and you could stare at your phone. You attempted to formulate a text in response. Do you apologize for not answering first or do you address the confession first? What if she was just joking?

Your fingers frantically started typing and stopped suddenly when you noticed Wanda typing as well. Then Wanda stopped immediately after you did, only to start again. The cycle continued two more times and only stopped because Wanda got irritated and decided to call you instead.

You answered despite your nervousness. "Uh, hey!" If it weren't for the fact Wanda would reprime you for doing so, you would punch yourself in the face for being so lame. The soft giggle from the other end of the phone was sweet enough to ease the tension in your body. "Um, you're up late."

Wanda giggled again. "I could say the same for you, sweetheart." Her voice was raspy from tiredness. She glanced at the clock on her studio wall and grinned. "Doesn't sound like you took my advice either, why don't you go drink some water before we talk?" It was cruel to boss you around knowing you'd scramble to please her, but it was for your own good. She listened tentatively as you walked from your bedroom to the kitchen and made yourself a glass of water. "So, did you mean it?"

A simple question, but it still made your heart race. You were so desperate to answer that you choked on your in the process. After a brief coughing fit and a few deep breaths, you could speak again. "I really did," You whispered into the phone. You were thankful Wanda couldn't see you at the moment. Though you were sure she'd appreciate your pajama shorts with her iconic crown printed on, you'd never recover from her seeing how flustered she made you. "But I totally understand if you—"

"Then prove it."

"What?"

"Ask me out again now that you're all sobered up."

You paused for a moment, hoping she was just messing with you. When that confirmation never came, you were forced to swallow your pride and confess a second time. "I think you're really pretty and I like you a lot…I would like it if you were my girlfriend and let me take you out on a date sometime soon." Wanda was nowhere in sight but your eyes darted around as if she was.

"I don't get an encore of that lovely song you made for?"

"Now you're just being mean!"

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Being a celebrity in a secret relationship was harder than you thought it'd be. There were only so many times you could get caught alone before the public began to suspect things. Keeping it from your inner circle was even harder. Everyone knew you and Wanda were close, but close couldn't explain all those late nights spent at her studio or the increasing amount of bruises that littered your body.

As if that wasn't hard enough, Wanda seemed to have no concept of secrecy or subtlety. The initial agreement was a month before going public, but that never stopped her from slamming you against every wall she could for a "quick kiss". Of course, it was never just one and they were easily the longest kisses you'd ever had in your life. It didn't matter if you were at a bar or your best friend's party. If she wanted you, she'd take you. Even if that was five minutes before your makeup call.

"Wanda, I have to go," You whimpered before your lover pulled you into another searing kiss. The burn in your lips had already sealed your fate, but Wanda was determined to keep going. Even when your hands had begun desperately tugging at her shirt and she ruined her makeup already, Wanda wanted more from you. "I'll let you do whatever you want when we get home, just let me go for now, please?"

Wanda leaned back and admired her handy work. Her lipsticks had rubbed off on your lips and down to your neck. Your knees had gone completely weak and you were almost out of breath entirely. Even in your desperation to escape her grasp, your eyes pathetically followed her every move. It wouldn't matter if Wanda gave you the freedom you secretly didn't want, you'd fall back into her arms and beg for release anyways. "You'd let me do what I wanted regardless," She said before going back in to make even more of a mess from you. You were wrapped around her fingers and wouldn't do a thing to change that. "I'll let you go in a minute, just be good for me."

You squirmed under Wanda's touch as she began to grope you. "Someone's going to see and I don't wanna get in trouble." Nearly all the conviction in your voice had disappeared and you could barely stand. It wasn't fair at all. "I'll come right back after we perform, but if I'm late for makeup they'll send-"

"Y/n? Oh-"

Your heart nearly popped out of your chest. "Alexei, I swear this isn't what you think it is! We were just..Wanda was…" Your brain flipped through any number of excuses you could come up with to explain yourself, but there just weren't any. A defeated sigh escaped your lips and you prepared for your world to come crashing down.

"This is exactly what you think it is and they'll be back in the dressing room in 2 minutes."

Alexei blankly stared at the both of you. Then he smiled. "You know, when me and Melina first got together we were just as adventurous as you two!" He stretched his arms out for a hug. "There is no reason to be ashamed of your true love for each other! Wherever you two have done, me and Lina have probably done it twice!" His attempts at consulting you never felt to miss the mark by an inch or two, but that was easily the worst yet.

A disgusted groan escaped your mouth as you suddenly sobered up from your producer's ramblings. "Well, that certainly killed my mood. I'll um, see you after my set…if they let me." You quickly ran off before Wanda could you back into her twisted web of lust. You were thankful your bandmates were too focused on getting ready to question your absence. Alexei seemed suspiciously quiet, but anything to keep you from the grilling your friends would give you.

However, with a band as neurologically different as yours, you couldn't escape them for much longer. Even the amazing performance and the adrenaline from engaging with the crowd couldn't save you from the numerous questions and ungodly teasing that looked over your head.

"In front of her dressing room, you couldn't wait long enough to open the door?"

"How long were you gonna keep this from me? I'm your best friend!"

"Did that stupid drunk excuse of a cover really work?? I expected Maximoff to have better standards than that."

You tried your best to keep still as your makeup artist carefully removed the prosthetic horns from your forehead. "I was gonna tell you guys, honest! We just wanted to keep it secret until we were sure about it. Also, it wasn't even my idea to make out, I was tryna get back here in time for the set!" You relaxed once all your makeup was removed. "And yes, the song did work but I'm not exactly proud of that one either."

"Look on the bright side, at least we won't have to deal with their drunk ramblings anymore," Ava said with a dry chuckle. "I think we should be happy, even if Wanda uses you for her demonic witch performances."

"It was one time and she isn't a real witch!"

"Those are just the ones you were sober enough to remember," Antonia said. She was more focused on carefully putting her guitar back into its case. "There was that time you got blackout drunk at the escaping Valentina party and you spent the whole ride mumbling about how cute Wanda's freckles were. Then a month later at Bucky and Sam's engagement party, you wouldn't let anyone play songs that weren't hers and you cried because her voice was so pretty." The girl stopped talking temporarily to put her guitar pics back in the bag the way she liked. "When you two have an engagement party, you do not get to pick the DJ."

"Who says we're having an engagement party?"

"You're going to have one."

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Very early into your relationship, you learned that Wanda has a nearly insatiable libido. It was near impossible to keep up with her. She'd spend hours pushing you to your limit and far beyond. Any attempts to give her pleasure in return would land you right back underneath her and start another round. Not even the fear of being caught could curb her lust for you.

"Come on, baby, you look too good not to touch," Wanda whispered as she groped you. Her hands were always on you, but you could always tell when they were about to get adventurous. She knew how to make your knees weak. "Just one time, I promise I'll be quick!" Her fingers danced over your back and towards your belt. Locking you in some random restroom wasn't her ideal location for a quickie, but she couldn't control herself, not when you looked like they at least.

You groaned softly when Wanda licked up the side of your neck. "One is like a million with you," You whispered back as harshly as you could. It wasn't like you would be complaining. There was nothing in the world that felt better than being underneath Wanda while she used you any way she saw fit, but you'd die if you had to do that and immediately be faced with the public. "We can leave early just- fuck, you gotta work with me here, Wands."

"Oh, but if I wait any longer I might not be so nice when we get home," Wanda chuckled darkly. Her hips rolled into yours while she untucked your shirt and raised it. "And you know how whiney you get when I mean. Is that what you want? Do you want me to be mean when we get home?" The smirk on her face proved how much control she had over you. It didn't matter when she got you, she'd win regardless. "Or I can play nice, it's up to you."

Your hips desperately followed hers as she pulled away. "Fine, you can fuck me in the car or something, just not here!" The second the words left your mouth, you regretted it. Wanda pulled you out of the restroom and towards the car without much concern for the people asking where you were going or if you were okay. "Hey, wait- I think I left my jacket!"

Wanda pushed you into the backseat and raised the partition so you two would have some semblance of privacy. "Bucky will get it, just focus on me," She hummed. Her hands went right back to groping you without a care. "Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands to myself? These pants make your ass look amazing, I might not even take them off when we get home." Wanda kept her voice so only you could hear her.

You loved how verbal Wanda was. Having her to talk you through whatever delicious torture kept you grounded. It even made you more confident. "Yeah, must've been real hard because you haven't stopped touching me since we left the house." All your worries began to fade away as Wanda attacked your neck. The only thing you could focus on was the burning feeling between your legs. "I promise I'll be good."

"I know you will, but that doesn't mean I have to rush." Wanda continued to torture you until the car pulled up in your driveway. She barely gave you enough space to get out of the car and she was right back on you once the chauffeur pulled off. It was only a few seconds before she had you pinned against the door."Relax, I won't let anyone else see you," She whispered when she felt you tense up in her grasp.

You relaxed for only a few seconds. Though you had trusted Wanda, she couldn't account for everything. A car could have flown by or maybe a neighbor would suddenly remember to check their mailbox. Unfortunately, you were met with something much worse. The familiar click of a camera was enough for your heart to stop. Your eyes darted over to the perpetrator. Paparazzi. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," You whispered, words laced with venom. Red-hot anger followed through your veins.

Wanda let you push her away, but she followed you into the house. "Fuck, this is my fault. I'll fix it, I swear." She was quick to wrap you up in her arms. Guilty wasn't enough to describe how she felt. The PR and nosiness of her labelmates were the least of her concern. You were so exposed in that photo and god knows how many people were going to see it. Part of her was jealous, but most of her just wanted to go out and rip off that fucker's head. "I promise not to do stuff like that again! I'll call my manager and then my lawyer, and we'll figure out just-"

"We have to go public."

"Excuse me?"

You shrugged. "There's nothing we can do until they post, so we might as well beat them to the punch." By no means were you happy to be interrupted during such an intense moment, but you weren't going to let some rando ruin your relationship. "If you're okay with it, but it's the fastest solution I got."

Wanda thought for a moment. It wasn't fair that you two had to expose your relationship so early. Tabloids and shitty gossip blogs would throw around hundreds of rumors, but she couldn't let them get a head start on that. "Alright, let's do it."

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

It had been around a year since you and Wanda had decided to go public. Though you remained cautious, it seemed one scare was all it took for Wanda to stop caring about what the public thought about your relationship. Your most recent interview together was proof of that.

Hundreds of shows, podcasts, and magazines requested to interview the both of you after the reveal, but most were shady and definitely a waste of time. The biggest concern was people being too focused on your relationship in more inappropriate ways. You were thankful Pepper and Tony had an intense vetting process when it came to who was allowed to schedule Wanda. You were a little upset when that hard work went waste because Wanda aired out her — well your — dirty laundry the second she got the chance to.

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how submissive this one is."

The statement played in your headphones over and over again until you were sure you heard your girlfriend correctly. "Oh, no you don't! You're in the doghouse!" You wiggled away from Wanda when she came up to snuggle you in bed. "After that fiasco, you're lucky I didn't change the locks," You huffed out dramatically. "That didn't even answer their question!"

Wanda frowned, but then she got an idea. "Don't tell me you were embarrassed about that. There was so much more I could've told them." A mischievous smirk spread across her face as she climbed on top of you. Her hand gently tilted your head back and she took the liberty of reclaiming your skin as her. Sharp, hot teeth and gets your soft, cool skin. "Oh, I could've told them all about how weak you get when I kiss your neck."Her hands squeezed your thighs. "Or, how wet you get when I touch you like this."

Your face burned from embarrassment, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop Wanda. "That's not…you wouldn't!" Breathing was near impossible as she invaded your every sense. Her blunt nails dragging down the skin of your stomach were almost enough to send you into overdrive. Being at Wanda's mercy was a pleasure like no other. All the thoughts in your head began to fade away.

Wanda's peppered kisses over your stomach. She nipped at the sensitive skin until deep purple marks began to form. Unfortunately, conscious of the press events you'd have to do later in the week, she made sure not to go too high. "Maybe I should've told them about how much you like it when I leave all these pretty marks on your body. Does that sound better?" She giggled watching you frantically shake your head no. "Are you sure, your boxers seem awfully wet?" She pressed her thumb against the wetness leaking through your underwear. "Do you want me to help?"

"Yes, please," You rushed out. Your hips raised up allowing Wanda to quickly remove the barrier between her and your lower half. The fact you had just gotten out of the shower couldn't even stop you from giving Wanda everything. "I'll do anything, just help, please." You looked and felt pathetic when you begged, but you didn't care. Wanda was all you needed at that moment and you'd risk anything to get her.

"I bet they'd have a field day hearing about all the things I've done to this little hole of yours," Wanda teased as her fingers ran through the wetness leaking from your cunt. Her fingers lightly grazed your clit and pulled away the second your hips began to move. "Maybe I'll talk about how much of a needy whore you are for my fingers." She smiled at the way you whined. She slipped inside of you with ease. That slow, filling rhythm Wanda set was addictive. Sliding all the way in, then dragging them out just as slow.

The vulgar gushing sounds from your pussy filled your ears. "Fuck, Wanda please," You begged. It was a miracle Wanda knew you as well as she did. Her teasing words would never stop her from doing her very best to please you. Three of her fingers stretched you out so easily and assaulted your g spot without relenting. "I'm so close, just don't stop!" One of your hands snaked down to your neglected clit only to immediately be smacked away.

Wanda clicked her tongue. "I'll tell them about how disobedient and needy you are too. You know you're not supposed to touch yourself when I'm playing with you," She hissed. Her fingers pulled out and came down harshly on your clit. "Awe, does it hurt? I bet you like it." The smirk on her face never faded watching you thrash around and beg for her to keep touching you. "Shush, I'll let you cum this time but you have to promise not to touch what's mine."

"I promise, I was just- ah!" All the words in your brain disappeared when Wanda's fingers entered your cunt again. A shiver ran up your spine and you instinctively wrapped your legs around Wanda's waist. "That feels so good. Thank you, thank you so much!" It seemed your ruined orgasm had only aroused you more and you were already about to cum again. Your hips bucked up into Wanda's hand and she could only laugh at you.

"Ah, you're so needy. I don't know what you'd do without me," She giggled before leaning down to lick your clit. Her tongue expertly wrapped around your clit as she began to suck. Pleasing you was almost enough to get her off alone. Your slick dripping down her wrist, your falls clenching around her fingers, and your clit throbbing inside her mouth. It was perfect. You were perfect. "Cum for me, show me how good it feels."

A low groan escaped your lips. Everything was too much, but you still wanted more. "Right there, right there, ah!" In a few seconds, everything stopped. The only thing you could feel was the burning hot pleasure deep within yourself coming out of you and onto Wanda. A never-ending stream of bliss that you couldn't even fully process. "Thank you, thank you so much," You whimpered once your body collapsed back onto the bed.

Wanda peppered kisses over your thighs and lower stomach, those less fierce than the ones before. "You're welcome, but we gotta get you cleaned up again." She smiled at the dopey looks on your face. "I know you're tired, but you know how you get when you're sticky."

You huffed out and wrapped your arms around Wanda's shoulders. "You're doing all the hard work, my legs still feel tingly."

"I'd do anything for you, my dear."

#pvntherz #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fanfic #pop star!wanda

599 notes · View notes

valentine-cafe · 3 months ago

Text

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ( verse 9819 denara ) sorcerer x reader, healer x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

𖹭. you fall in love with the pretty sorceress who keeps visiting your flower shop

oh. . . thinking of working in a flowershop and greeting each and every familiar and new face you see everyday when you open it.

you adore your job, through thick and thin.

even when those with saddened frowns came to get their flowers for lost ones. or those with big smiles who came for flowers to their new babies. some came because of married, some found someone. . .

but most times, customers simply wished to buy flowers for friends, familiy, or themselves.

you had memorised by now what people would come to get.

mrs. lilian would adore having her bouquets decorated in bluebells and white lilies and blue wisteria.

while the young mr. ulrik would enjoy his sunflowers and lady's bedstraw

you loved it. you loved the community it created.

the establishment had been passed down to you by your parents, who had raised you with loving arms. now old, but still supporting your every step and decision you make in life. it was their unconditional love that got you here.

and they certainly also were supportive of you when you had fallen for one of your new frequent customers. a woman with pitch black hair, gothic makeup and style. she was so pretty it hurt. everytime she greeted you with that soft and chiming voice you felt your heart stutter and squeeze.

you’d seen her around here for a month now. her eyes black but full of so much life. you’d get flustered when she looked into yours. your fingers fiddling with the bouquets awkwardly.

lucky was the lover who had someone like her. she composed the most lovely bouquets.

white and pink camella, pieced together with a touch of calla lilies and red chrysanthemum. and one of your own favourite bouquets she recently ordered: white clover, irises, pink roses and blue salvia.

Denara, is her name. gods. it is beautiful.

you could have sworn that even the mention of it made all of the flowers bloom in relief of her name. and whenever she walked in, you saw how the room lit up in such a way you couldn’t describe. you felt as though you walked on clouds.

“thank you so much for making all of these bouquets each and every day,” she had hummed out with that soft smile of hers. beautiful, it made you slack as you leaned against the counter. clearing your throat.

“sharing them with all around the city and helping decorate for festivals.” she continues, handing you over a small box. and with your eyes flicking down to it and looking up at her again in confusion. you stood up straight again and smiled sheepishly.

“ah uh— you don’t have to, really. it’s always been a passion of mine-” you chuckles, rubbing the back of your neck and taking in a deep breath. only for it to stutter when her hand extends out, asking for yours.

“you do not have to hold it if you do not want to, but please. take the gift.” her giggle, that giggle. your knees wobbled at the sound of it, face flaring with a newfound red heat and hue.

very slowly you take her hand. yours trembling, while her one remained still as it guided you down to the box to help you unwrap it.

“I got it for you, because it reminded me of you and your lovely presence. I would love to get to know you more.” she hums softly, watching as you neatly open the box. so carefully, it made her chuckle. look up at you fondly.

“my boyfriend—” your heart dropped, brows twitching a bit. “— he says he’d really like to get to know you too. if you would be alright with that.”

confusion hit you like a trolly, and you looked up at her with such expression too. “what?”

she smiles and nods down at the gift.

“i’ll continue. open it.”

you look back down at your hands holding the delicate, small black box. opening it slowly and gasping when you saw a pair of red tulip earrings, with goldleaf covered edges of the leaves and small teadrop shaped black jades hanging at the ends of the tulip.

“we both commissioned this for you.”

at those words you felt yourself and the way you had forgotten to breathe, a small awkward laugh leaving you as you raised an index finger up to signify you needed a moment before fainting into a chair. leaving her a confused and slightly panicked mess.

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ��᭡ daydreams — denara 9819 ꒱#wlw #wlw concepts #teratophillia #terato #sapphic yearning #sapphic #female reader #monster x reader #original character x reader #monster oc #monster girlfriend #oc x reader #sorcerer x reader #healer x reader #denara 9819 #asterism

35 notes · View notes

chidoroki · 3 months ago

Text

My Dress Up Darling ch107

*KICKS DOWN DOOR IN ABSOLUTE GLEE* I know I haven't rambled on about any other chapter previously despite following the manga for a handful of months but NOW I MUST! "But why now so suddenly?" Because confessions actually happened baby, that's why! To heck with putting spoiler warnings; we all wanted this to happen anyway! I honestly just wasn't expecting it to happen now of all times, especially after Marin stated in the previous chapter that she wasn't going to ask Gojo for help anymore.

Poor Gojo, zooming all the way over to her place worried because she wasn't answering his texts back and he's met with something he probably never imagined hearing. Sure, things have been a bit awkward between them ever since the Haniel cosplay at Comiket, but they still managed to have lunch at home with grandpa and Marin's dad and even visited a hina doll festival together. I'm not certain how many days it's been since Comiket, but it's no wonder Gojo is thrown off a little despite how distant they were at school too. We, of course, know where this sudden change is coming from on Marin's end though.

The mood shifted between them after she noticed how quiet Gojo seemed after the Haniel photoshoot and while she had every intention to ask him what's wrong during their hina festival trip, she held back and put on a fake smile just to try and enjoy a normal day together. The need to fix whatever gap that's forming in their friendship slips further away after Gojo admits to his cousin in ch104 that he hasn't been able to practice making hina dolls as much recently, which is true due to how determined he was as creating the perfect Haniel costume (& every costume that came before it really), but the truth hits Marin harder since Gojo had just mentioned previously on their way to the showroom in ch103 that he wants to show all his progress and achieve his dream of becoming a kashirashi while his grandpa is still alive. Understandable how that admission leaves her speechless and causes Marin to feel some guilt starting to eat away at her, since I'm certain she would feel absolute horrible if her requests got in the way of Gojo feeling that heartfelt praise from someone he admires so much. Hell, she even excused herself from the showroom with a lame excuse just for us to see her at the end of ch104 breaking down and crying at home.

Marin believes she's been a burden to him and interfering with his progress, now wishing that Gojo called her out on it earlier and while I'm very pleased he denies straight away that he never viewed her in such a way, I'm also so relieved that he manages to figure out exactly why she might be suddenly looking down on herself.

He then brings up his grandpa's advice about how doing all kinds of stuff can come in handy one day and improve his skills with hina dolls, which was confirmed by the sweet old man himself when he commented Gojo was improving his line work after doing Marin's makeup (ep7/ch18). Marin does indeed know this because after hearing about how closed off Gojo was during his childhood, she suggested the two of them should experience all kinds of places and activities during their summer vacation, to which Gojo happily agrees with that day at the beach.

He reiterates that choosing to create all of Marin's costumes was solely because he wanted to, not because she forced him into it (which further supports how dearly he listens to her advice from ep1/ch1 about not letting anyone use you for their own personal gain). Branching out really changed him for the better too. Not only is he learning more and more about clothing and designing but he's also making new friends and cherished memories through all these months spent with Marin which is something our once lonely boy desperately needed in his life.

And I appreciate that he expresses his thanks to her since it's usually her that's showering him with praise after ever perfect costume he spends countless hours making for her. I will admit that I wasn't expecting her to.. snap back quite like this though.

Of course I remember how desperately she wanted to know what's going on in his mind after Comiket, but to see her get ticked off like this? Damn. I mean, it isn't uncommon, as we've at least seen her tell off creeps before in both anime (ep1) and later manga chapters (only example I can remember atm is ch77), but to Gojo? Oh boy. It's not just him she's acting strange to either, as she wasn't nearly as lively and carefree as she normally seems around her other friends too when they went out for karaoke, so it's safe to say that this new distance between her and Gojo really put her mind in a bad place. Going from being incredible close friends to barely speaking a couple words is bound to throw anyone through a loop.

I'm not saying her shouting is a bad thing either. One of the first things she ever tells Gojo (ep1/ch1) is to not hide his feelings and speak up about them to others, so I can understand how she can be a bit annoyed with how closed off he's been for however many days it's been since Comiket. It can hurt even more considering how they became such great friends since the series started however many months ago too. He has the chance to explain himself, but cuts himself off and the silence becomes too much for her to handle, leading her to dismissing him.

It's not like Gojo doesn't have an answer for his recent behavior; he does, but he's purposefully holding back to avoid making a real big mistake which is saying something you know you'll regret.

I'm glad I actually went back a couple days prior to this chapter dropping to read the last 10ish chapters on a whim because I feel like I understand this big, internal battle Gojo has going on in his mind right now a bit better. I believe Gojo thinks of Usami first (the fabric store clerk who actually wasn't in the anime for some reason?) because Gojo is leaning towards the idea of remaining quiet as to not upset Marin, but then remembers the story Usami told him back in ch105 about how he originally wanted to design clothing but chose a different career path in order to please his father. While Usami does eventually follow his dream and switches jobs thanks to his wife's kind words, he tells Gojo his biggest regret was not being able to tell his father how he really felt back then. I'm sure this is what gets Gojo to consider telling Marin the truth about why he's been acting so quiet lately, but then remembers Nobara (the girl we saw from his first flashback at the very start of the series) and how harsh her words to him were back when they were both kids. We know how deeply those words affected Gojo all these years but also learn in ch106 that Nobara herself has been regretting that moment ever since as well. Fair to say that small snippet of life ate away at both of them in different ways, which is what leads into the memory about Marin from ep1/ch1 about being true to your own feelings and how keeping them to yourself will only hurt you.

So, despite us readers seeing in big, bold text how Gojo's repeatedly telling himself to keep his mouth shut in order to preserve whatever kind of friendship he and Marin have left, the flashbacks allow him to think a bit more clearly and push him enough to finally reveal why he's been acting so strange since the Haniel cosplay: our boy was jealous. And it's not a recent realization either. He's harbored such feelings for quite some time, at least since watching Marin model for her job (ch50) and from watching her slay in the Rei cosplay during the school festival (ch62). He just suddenly has a name for his mood.

I can't say I totally blame the kid. Having so many strangers admire a friend of yours in such a would no doubt instill some protective/jealousy vibes, especially if you really care for said friend a decent amount. Same kinda feelings if someone was ogling your bf/gf/partner, ya know? The whole "make me your prisoner" line is from ch96 and was indeed a request from Gojo to Marin for the Haniel cosplay. From what I remember, the creator of the fictional 'Mandate of Heaven' series is very hard to please and any adaptations of his work could never meet his high standards. I can't recall if there's a serious reason behind it or not, but Gojo took it as a personal challenge to create the perfect cosplay, but it could only be done with Marin's help by really showcasing an uncaring attitude and emotionless smile that would cause everyone to fall for her anyway. And oh boy, does our girl nail it. A bit too effective in Gojo's case too.

The "I wanted it to stop" and Gojo admitting himself as selfish does bring up the offer Marin received in ch100 to my mind. Basically, a lady from some fancy agency gave Marin her card and told our girl to get in touch with her if she wanted to cosplay full time. I honestly don't remember if Marin had ever mentioned that she wanted to go professional or if she ever believed she could reach such a level, as this seems to just be a hobby she finds joy in, but with such an offer now on the table, I wonder how that idea will play out now that we're all aware of Gojo's jealousy. Seeing Marin draw a crowd during the school festival and at Comiket seemed a bit irritating enough for our boy, so imagine how he might feel when Marin's influence reaches an even larger audience. I highly doubt Gojo would ever actually tell Marin to stop cosplaying just to spare him of feeling jealous though, and I don't think she would consider stopping herself either. If anything, she was about to tell him about it, until a phone call from Gojo's cousin interrupted their conversation, but perhaps this could still be discussed next chapter or sometime in the future.

Anyways, Gojo admitting his jealousy is one thing, but he's too good of a boy to tell Marin to stop cosplaying. I can't imagine all the cosplaying would end either since that is quite literally the main idea for the series. It also wouldn't feel right for him to continue to pursue his dream working with hina dolls if she can't go out to enjoy her passions either. All that aside, he's too busy figuring out why in the world he's feeling jealous in the first place.

I WISH I could remember exactly which chapters all these Marin flashbacks belonged to but for the life of me, I simply can not. I just skimmed through the entirety of it and quite possibly too quickly to find them all, so I apologize. That being said, I was certain the first one was from the first chapter when Gojo first showed Marin the hina doll inside the sewing room at school, but that panel isn't anywhere there, so I'm mistaken. I fall short with locating the second panel as well, since it doesn't give me any clue on what outfit she might have on like the others do. The third however! That's from ch61! Right as Gojo is getting ready to do her makeup for the Rei cosplay during the school festival. Their whole class is crowded around Gojo to watch him work his magic, unknowingly adding to the pressure he feels, when Marin notices his nerves and simply asks if he's okay. The fourth flashback is from ch89, when they're out shopping for supplies for the Haniel cosplay. Gojo is taking his sweet time browsing through all the fabrics, making sure he finds the best choice when Marin suggests she goes off and gets a head start at looking at other stuff they'll need to buy. She tells him to leave this part to her and that "cosplay is a two person affair, right?" So, two outta four ain't bad I think, but I do wish I had context for the first two flashbacks considering the next panel is just..

THIS. Our precious boy actually saying those wonderful three words! Sure, he's told her how beautiful she was during ep5/ch14 (though he was falling asleep on the train) and sorta offhandedly admits that Marin can be cute during his conversation with Shinju in ep9/ch28, but THIS is to her face! Out loud! With purpose and feeling! I honestly wasn't expecting him to openly confess first like this, especially with how much time we've spent in Marin's head as she wasn't shy at all with her thoughts and fantasies to us readers, but whatever! It's real and happening!

Dude feels so ashamed of himself for no reason. Okay, I know there's reasons, as we've just spent how long going through all his buried emotions to understand what he's been feeling for the past however many weeks or months it's been since he first had these feelings, but I can't be too bothered by it all since that grab of his scarf has captured all my attention.

YEESSSS SWEETIE! Get your man! No hesitation! No teasing cheek kiss to a big bunny costume he's wearing to a Halloween party like during ch48 either! Thank fuck! Damn, I'm gonna go crazy whenever this entire chapter get animated.

Ohhh it feels so long since she first admitted her love to him over the phone in ep12/ch39 to an already dead asleep Gojo, but girlie does not waste a single second to spill her feelings out for him to actually hear loud and clear this time!

Absolutely love how any and all tension that was looming over these two kids the past couple chapters effectively vanishes in an instant when Marin switches right back to her usual cheerful self. The big sparkles in her eyes and even the heart backgrounds in her excited text bubbles are too precious!

Pfftt, his completely blank face. Someone save our boy for he has no idea what he just got himself into.

I appreciate that Marin isn't mad about Gojo being jealous, since he was so worried that it could've ended their friendship, but I do hope they can both work to lessen their slight jealous tendencies since their feelings are now out in the open and mutual. I don't think the jealousy is gonna be a complete serious issue between them, but Marin has brief moments. The only moment that comes to mind however is when she finds out Gojo asked Shinju to come over to his place to work on her cosplay (ep10/ch30), but I can chalk that one up for laughs more than anything. With Gojo, I dunno. I'm certain Marin will tell him not to worry about anyone else and perhaps how she's only interested in him, or something along those lines.

Our boy has not moved an inch throughout Marin's adorable love ramble. Gojo is truly stun-locked.

And let's goooo, we even get another kiss! As high on cloud nine as I am for these two.. Marin, honey, you gotta slow down! Gojo is so overwhelmed by all this right now, he's practically shaking! Whether it's because she also confessed or because.. well, she's still laying right on top of him like this. Our boy needs a moment to relax!

Sweet lord.. I'm so thrilled for them. The confession was so worth the wait and done real well in my opinion if my endless chatter wasn't proof of that enough. I haven't a clue on what will happen next chapter, but for Gojo's sanity, I pray that Marin's dad does not walk through that front door. Other than that, I think Marin will eventually bring up the professional cosplay offer she received and ask for Gojo's opinion. I have a feeling she might discard it so their cosplay duo can continue just like it does now, but I can also see how Gojo might make her reconsider, like if he's gonna continue with his hina doll goals then she should have a grand dream of her own too. The whole jealousy thing might be talked out a little bit more, but maybe it's just solved for comedic purposes. I dunno, but we shall see.

So yeah. I've fangirled enough over these two cute kids. For now. Who knows if I continue these ramblings for upcoming chapters or not. It certainly wouldn't be first time I planned to chat about just one chapter and ended up writing out several more for a series. It's quite possible.

#my dress up darling #marin kitagawa #wakana gojo #chidoroki used chatter #so funny story.. i um. wrote this all out last week. like friday when i saw the ch. but forgot to post. so here it is. finally free. huzzah

47 notes · View notes

shininglynxie · 4 months ago

Text

OK, didn't want this to be my first post on this account, but I just really wanted to share my thoughts and analysis of the Grand Festival announcement.

I knew they were going to place the new venue near the Crater - the first place we saw all the way back in 2021, when Splatoon 3 was first announced. It was even teased in the Sizzle season 2024 trailer with the jellyfish walking by this same Crater backdrop with merch of all three idol groups.

The Pearlina plane walked so that the Now or Never Seven bus could run. It's just great to see something like that plane again!

The golden replicas of the animals from all the hub worlds that represent each idol are a great touch, too!

Now, to analyze the idols' new outfits! Their shared theme feels very orderly and gives off bleached coral vibes. I wonder what's up with that. Most of them also seem to reference non-cephalopod sea creatures, but I don't know how intentional that is.

The outfits always have to be matching with these two, and I love it! The cut on their skirts point inwards on Callie's and outwards on Marie's. Callie's gloves reveal the base of her arms, while Marie's gloves reveal the ends of her arms or her hands. Both of them are also wearing urchin-themed head accessories.

The way they animated Pearl and Marina's interlocked hands being pointed right at us. It's like they're yelling at us: Yeah, they're gay, dammit! They've been giving us quite a bunch of great Pearlina content lately, and they just had to give us more.

Anyways, their outfits. I love Pearl's big hat! It fits her vibes very well! There's also an Off the Hook logo on it, which is neat. As some people have pointed out already, this is the first time Pearl's showing off her midriff, which is cool to see!

I absolutely love Marina's outfit ,though. It's gotta be one of my favorites of the Grand Fest idol fits! That bra/top paired with the jewelry, the laced pants with the boots, and all those rings combine to create such an awesome look to me! Also, something else of note is the fact that Marina isn't wearing headphones here and showing off her ears. It's uncommon for her to do that, and she's mostly done that outside of the games, and, I think, this is the first time you can see her ears in-game, which is really cool and showcases her personal growth! (Btw, I love the pose Marina's making in the shot on the second pic! It's so cute!

Deep Cut, my beloveds!

This is probably among the weaker fits Shiver ever had, but it's not bad by any means. Those pant boots are kinda weird, and I don't know how to feel about them. But I do like that top she's wearing! It kinda mimics her headdress, which also looks neat! It kinda reminds me of seaweed, dunno if that was the intention. She's also rocking that Deep Cut logo temp tattoo, which is dope! From afar, it looks really similar to the octopus tattoo Callie had when hypnotized by Octavio. The bangs on her in-game model seem to be pushed away a little bit, so you can see her other eye, which is an interesting detail. The expression she has on the official art feels a tad unusual for Shiver. She always acts so cold and aloof, so it's strange to see such an expression of genuine surprise from her.

Frye's outfit is great, but there isn't much to say about it. The buns she's wearing kinda remind me of sea slugs, I don't know if that's what they were going for, though. The ear tie thing she's wearing is also a nice design touch! It's an accessory that utilizes her long ears in a very creative way! I love the way she's grabbing Shiver's waist in the official art, it's so Frye!

Big Man's fit has got to be my favorite! He's absolutely slaying in that fin-like headdress and those spikes, and with that makeup around his eye! It feels very Kiss-inspired. The patterns on his fins look claw-like now. This is something that kinda makes me wonder how Big Man's outfits work in the first place with the various skin patterns he took on during seasonal splatfests. He also seems to have something wrapped around his tail. The best shot I could catch of it is this screenshot below.

Overall, I think the idols' outfits are cool, but they don't wow me like Pearl and Marina's Chaos vs. Order outfits did.

The performance of their new collab song will be so cool! It's gonna feel like a proper big concert!

Speaking of concerts, I might be seeing things, but some of the choreography we see the idols perform in their usual outfits seem to be from the songs other than each idol group's day 1 and 2 songs. The third Splatoon 3 concert just might be held in-game. Which is a great idea and makes a lot of sense! Since most Splatoon fans probably never had the chance to see the idol concerts live, it only feels fitting to create an immersive concert experience inside the game! It's a lot more interactive than a video recording, and it will ensure that a lot more people can see it compared to the in-person concert. Plus, all the idols are in one place already, so they can easily perform the collab songs too! If that does end up happening, I hope that the performances do use the concert versions of the songs, as they're almost always better than original, in my opinion, plus that way they won't overlap with the songs that play during gameplay.

Almost forgot about the theme. Which is most important to you? Past, Present, or Future? With each idol group representing a team, rather than a Deep Cut member each representing a team. I think this quite a solod theme for the final fest, if a bit predictable. The fact that each idol group picked a team for themselves also makes this like an idol fest in disguise, but I'm not bothered by that. I wonder how this fest's outcome will affect a potential Splatoon 4, though, as there's no one clear way how I can see it affecting the game's development.

All in all, I'm very excited for what Grand Festival will bring! By the time it rolls around, this account will, hopefully, be properly active. I'll absolutely have some art to post for the occasion!

#splatoon #splatfest #splatoon 3 grand festival #final fest #grand festival #splatoon 3 #rambles

25 notes · View notes

themultifandomgal · 5 months ago

Text

From 2010- Not Seeing Eye To Eye

Part 39

2014

8th April

“I don’t know what you want me to do though Liam. This is my job” I argue down the phone while sat in my bedroom. Liam and I have been having the same argument for the last few weeks now and it’s getting exhausting

“I know it is, but why do you have to go on tour for so long?”

“Like I said it’s my job, just like filming is yours. I don’t make the rules Liam”

“I know you don’t I’m not stupid”

“So why are you having a go at me?” I ask flopping onto my back on my bed. Cookie comes over and nudges my hand

“I not” he sighs “I just don’t like you being away for so long. It bothers me”

“What actually bothers you? Me being away or living with 5 lads on the road”

“Jesus YN your putting words into my mouth” Liam shouts down the phone

“Not really after you told the paps that you find it hard that I’m on the road with the boys” once again Cookie nudges my hand

“You know what YN I think we need a break” Liam says with no emotion

“What?” I whisper sitting up. Tears start to threaten to spill from my eyes

“We keep having this argument. I think we need space. I’ll phone you when I’m ready to talk” with that Liam puts the phone down without another word. What the hell just happened? Locking my phone I place it on my bedside table before picking Cookie up and placing her on my lap. She settles down giving me sad puppy eyes. It’s like she knows somethings happened. There’s a knock on my door pulling me away from wanting to throw something at a wall. Harry and Louis both walk in with sad faces

“That sounded heated” Louis says

“It was. Liam and I are on a break because he thinks that will fix this whole argument”

“Movie night and ice cream?” Harry asks raising his eyebrows. I nod my head and wipe the stray tears. It’s not like we’ve broken up properly, we’re just having some time apart.

15th April

The bell rings making Cookie bark. Since I’m alone I go and answer the door. There I see Liam with a small smile holding a bouquet of tulips

“I’m sorry. Can I come in?” I open the door more and allow him in “I got you these flowers”

“Thanks. I’ll get a vase for them” Liam follows me into the kitchen, the silence is defining and awkward “so….”

“Look YN I’ll be honest. I got jealous, but not speaking to you for this week it’s killed me. I missed you”

“I missed you too” I turn around and lean my back on the counter top

“Are we ok?”

“You’ve got a little bit of making up to do”

“How about a date? I’ve been invited to the Cannes Film Festival. Will you be my plus one?”

“I’d love to when is it?”

“3 days” Liam says scratching the back of his head nervous

“3 days!” My eyes may as well be popping out my head

“I know I know it’s short notice” Liam holds his hands up

“Short notice?! Liam I’m flying out to Colombia on the 23rd. I haven’t even packed for tour yet”

“It would mean a lot if you come”

“Ok ok I’ll come, but you buying me breakfast the morning we fly”

“Deal. I have to go, but I’ll text you” Liam kisses my forehead before leaving me alone in the kitchen.

18 April

“Are you sure you want to wear that dress?” Liam asks looking at my dress up and down

“Yeah why what’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you showing a lot of skin?”

“Are you serious right now?” I question with a frown “I’m literally showing my shoulders and the dress stops at my knee”

“I just think….”

“Don’t just think. I will never ever let a man dictate what I wear”

“Jesus YN all I was going to say was are you sure you want to wear that because it’s cold out. Stop creating issues”

“Issues? It’s not cold out Liam and even if it were you could have started with ‘it’s cold out are you wearing a jacket’ your the one making an issue”

“Let’s just get this over with. Finish her makeup l quickly” Liam leaves the room, leaving both me and Erin stunned

“Are you sure he’s the one for you YN? I know a certain cute band member who is crazy about you and I know he’ll treat you so much better”

“I love you Erin but Harry and I are just friends. All couples have arguments”

“I know I’m just your makeup artist and hairstylist but…”

“Let me stop you there. You are not just my makeup artist and hairstylist, your my friend and I appreciate your opinions. Things will be fine between me and Liam. Promise”

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #dad harry styles #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles

28 notes · View notes

mrs-stans · 2 months ago

Text

Meet the makeup wizard who transformed Sebastian Stan into ‘A Different Man’

By Josh Rottenberg

At the tender age of 5, Mike Marino saw “The Elephant Man” for the first time and his life was forever changed. When David Lynch’s haunting and heartbreaking story of the disfigured John Merrick would air on HBO in the early 1980s, Marino found himself horrified but unable to look away, sparking a fascination with prosthetics that would eventually lead him to becoming one of Hollywood’s top makeup artists.

“I was so afraid of it, but little did I know how beautiful that story was and how much of an imprint it would leave on my brain and soul,” says Marino, 47, who earned consecutive Oscar nominations in 2022 and 2023 for his makeup work on “Coming 2 America” and “The Batman,” the latter starring a totally transformed Colin Farrell. “If it wasn’t for that film, I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing.”

But for actor, TV presenter and disability rights advocate Adam Pearson, Lynch’s film took on a more painful role in his life. Growing up in England with neurofibromatosis type 1, a rare genetic disorder that causes tumors to grow on his face, Pearson was often taunted by classmates who cruelly called him “Elephant Man” and other names. As he got older, he saw how movies routinely depicted people with disfigurements as freaks, villains or victims, stripping away their humanity. “There’s an element of laziness to it,” says Pearson, 39. “How do we show this character is evil? Let’s slap a scar on them.”

Now, through a twist of fate, the lives of Marino and Pearson have intersected on a very different project: the darkly funny, mind-bending psychological thriller “A Different Man.” Directed by Aaron Schimberg, the A24 film stars Sebastian Stan as Edward, a shy, disfigured actor working in New York City who undergoes an experimental procedure to transform his appearance, only to find himself losing the role he was born to play — himself — to a cheerful, outgoing man named Oswald with his same facial deformity, played by Pearson. Renate Reinsve (“The Worst Person in the World”) co-stars as a playwright whose latest work brings Edward’s identity crisis to a head.

“A Different Man,” which The Times called “a self-deconstructing meta-pretzel of a dark comedy” following its debut at this year’s Sundance Film Festival, tackles complex themes of identity, beauty and disability with a blend of Charlie Kaufman-esque surrealism and David Cronenbergian body horror. Along with Stan’s performance, Marino’s meticulously crafted prosthetics are key to bringing Edward and his inner agonies to life, reflecting the deeper emotional anguish of a man trying to escape his own skin.

“The movie portrays how the shell of who we are should not dictate our spirit and our personality,” Marino says. “I think it’s a very important film, much like ‘The Elephant Man’ was.”

When Schimberg first wrote the script, inspired by his own struggles with a cleft palate and his experience working with Pearson on his 2019 satire “Chained for Life,” he initially had no idea how he would actually pull off the film’s demanding prosthetics work. “I was sort of blissfully ignorant,” says Schimberg. “After Sebastian came aboard, we started cobbling the film together very quickly. It was only about a month before shooting that I realized this film was going to completely fall apart if we didn’t get this right. It was very down to the wire.”

Signing on as an executive producer for the film, Stan asked around about makeup artists in the New York area who could handle such a difficult job under that kind of time pressure. One answer consistently came back: “Literally everyone, hands down, was like, ‘You’ve got to get Marino,’ ” the actor recalls.

Though he was already busy with a job on “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,” Marino, who has done his share of more fantastical creatures, leapt at the challenge of re-creating a real-life disfigurement like Pearson’s. “I’m fascinated with people that have something going on with their skin because it’s just the most interesting, artistic, natural thing,” Marino says. “For me, there’s an amazing beauty to how Adam looks. This was not about a scary face or a monstrous person. I don’t like to do things like that with no soul or purpose.”

Marino’s passion for makeup and prosthetics took root early in life, inspired by industry legends like Dick Smith (“The Exorcist”) and Rick Baker (“An American Werewolf in London”). Growing up in New York, Marino started honing his skills as a preteen by practicing on his friends with latex, foam and various chemicals, destroying his bedroom rug in the process, to the chagrin of his parents. While still in high school, he mailed his portfolio to Smith and received encouragement and advice by phone from the makeup legend, who won an Oscar in 1985 for “Amadeus” and earned an honorary Academy Award for his life’s work in 2012. “Once he acknowledged me, it was like, OK, this is serious. There was no stopping me.”

After cutting his teeth on “Saturday Night Live” and “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” Marino broke into film with the 2007 psychological thriller “Anamorph” and quickly became known for his versatility, seamlessly switching between fantasy creatures and more subtle, realistic applications. His work on Darren Aronofsky’s “Black Swan” amplified the film’s psychological horror, while on Martin Scorsese’s “The Irishman,” he enhanced the film’s digital de-aging of Robert De Niro and Al Pacino with carefully crafted prosthetics.

Outside of film, Marino created the Weeknd’s plastic-surgery-gone-wrong look for the singer’s “Save Your Tears” video. “It’s all problems to solve,” Marino says. “There is no playbook.”

Diving into “A Different Man,” Marino used photographs and 3D scans of Pearson’s face, which has undergone some 40 surgeries over the years, as the basis for a multi-piece silicone prosthetic that would work with Stan’s features. “There was no way I could completely replicate Adam’s exact proportions,” he says. “I had to make some aesthetic choices.”

While the makeup work in “The Elephant Man” benefited from that film’s grainy black-and-white cinematography, the prosthetics in “A Different Man” had to withstand more unforgiving scrutiny. To put his Edward face to the test, Stan would walk from Marino’s makeup chair to the set through the streets of New York and crowds of strangers, giving him tremendous insight into how people treat those who look different.

“I went to my old coffee shop and the same barista who’d served me for years couldn’t identify me,” Stan recalls. “I got to really feel people’s reactions in real time. There were people who couldn’t even look at me, other people were staring and sometimes you’d get a bigger reaction, like, ‘Oh s—, it’s the Elephant Man!’ As Adam puts it, you feel like public property.”

Pearson, who shares his character’s sunny gregariousness, encouraged Stan to think about it like he does with his own experience as a movie star. “I was like, ‘You don’t know the level of invasion I get with people pointing, staring and taking photos, but you do understand a very similar thing from this angle, so lean into that heavily,’ ” he says. “ ‘And if it makes you uncomfortable, lean into it further.’ ”

While wearing the prosthetics, Stan could only see out of one eye and had limited hearing in one ear, challenges that helped further inform his performance as a man who has learned to shy away from potential threats and insults. “Edward is a character that has had to endure a lot of emotional abuse and probably some physical abuse, so he is probably always on his left foot a little bit in case something happens,” Stan says.

As Edward’s face changes following his radical treatment, Marino made additional prosthetics showing the transition, including an “extremely soft, mushy version” that, in a particularly Cronenbergian scene, Stan could pull off in chunks.

Colin Farrell as Oswald Cobblepot in “The Batman,” work for which Marino was Oscar-nominated. (Warner Bros. Pictures)

Marino’s talent for transforming stars is on full display in Farrell’s hulking, thuggish look as the Penguin in 2022’s “The Batman” and the new HBO spinoff series. “When Colin saw the sculpture I made, ideas started exploding,” Marino says. “Once we did a makeup test, it was magical — he knew how to speak, how to walk and he was already the guy.”

Marino, who is preparing to make his directorial debut based on a script he wrote set in the 1980s (“It’s deliberately not effects-heavy,” he hints), has lost none of his passion for the transformative power of latex and silicone since the days he was obsessively poring through issues of Cinefex magazine as a teenager. “If you think of Michelangelo showing beauty 500 years ago in painting and sculpture, I’m still showing that same beauty but in this new hyper-realistic way, in silicone,” says Marino, who named his makeup effects studio Prosthetic Renaissance. “It’s a very unique art. It’s like moving sculptures and paintings all at once.”

As for Pearson, if he were offered an experimental treatment to change his face, like in “A Different Man,” he says he wouldn’t take it. Despite the challenges it has brought him, Pearson believes his face has shaped the life he leads today.

“I joke with my friends that my disability does a lot of heavy lifting for my appalling personality,” he says with a laugh. “Everyone thinks it’s hard to go from non-disabled to disabled but I think the other way around would be even harder. The path we walk and the struggles we go through make us who we are and they’re inseparable from one another.”

#Sebastian Stan #Mike Marino #Adam Pearson #A Different Man #Los Angeles Times #Interview #mrs-stans

14 notes · View notes

carolldesign · 4 months ago

Text

☀️ Summer Festival female makeup set 2 ☀️

This set contains:

☀️ A 9-swatch gradient eyeshadow in bright neon colour palette ☀️ A 4-swatch classic, butterfly wing eyeliner in the shades of purple, blue, green and brown ☀️ A 4-swatch dot-shaped, triple crystal topper in different shades of blue, purple, silver, green and brown ☀️ A 4-swatch high shine clear lip gloss with colorful shimmers

All files are available for download exclusively on The Sims Resource for the Summer Festival collection.

➡️ Download eyeshadow

➡️ Download eyeliner

➡️ Download party crystals

➡️ Download lip gloss

(PR)

TSR was kind enough to share a discount code for their VIP subscription:

❤️ SHOP_Caroll9112 ❤️

For $6 off (20% off ) your annual subscription including cool perks like no ads and waiting time to download your fav things and download basket! More instructions how to redeem it are on my linktree and in my highlight stories on IG❤️

Choosing my code allows me to continue creating for you - thanks for supporting me ❤️

♥ Curseforge

♥ Instagram

♥ Facebook

♥ Twitter

♥ Pinterest

♥ Twitch

♥ Mod Collective

♥ The Sims Resource

♥ Patreon (currently unpublished)

I use an array of CC from different sources. For my list of creators I use - refer to my WCIF page:

✨ click here✨

73 notes · View notes

princess-of-the-corner · 7 days ago

Text

I think Shoto’s Scar Theories would probably be (in order of most believable to least believable):

Quirk Accident - Shoto’s, like, 6 or something when this happens. Within a year of Quirk Manifestation is probably when the most personal Quirk related injuries happen to kids. When they are still figuring out control. Plus, in CC, depending On how popular Toya is, the public might know about his issues with his Quirk, and draw conclusions from that. This theory is the most widely accepted.

Quirk Accident (Roughhousing) - Those who believe Shoto’s scar was caused by one of his siblings, but again, most think it was an accident.

Villain - No one heard anything about a major villain attack on Endeavour’s family, but if it involved injuring a kid (and possibly the guy’s wife?) it makes sense they wouldn’t want to publicize this. At least one person tried to start a public betting ring on which villain gave Shoto his scar. This was regarded widely as in poor taste, and said person was buried in lawsuits.

Rei - at least a few people somewhat correctly guess Rei gave Shoto his scar, connecting the time of his injury to her hospitalization. Reactions range, but only one reporter was stupid enough to ask Enji, to his face, if this was true. That interview never made it to air (the reporter likely didn’t either).

Endeavour - really only popular among those with hardcore anti-hero sentiment, like Stain followers. Most dismiss this immediately, because Endeavour is a Hero, and there’s NO WAY a Hero could be a child abuser! Rarely escapes its specific corners of the internet.

Then, of course, the Crack Theories:

It’s just makeup

He has a terrible skin infection

Its actually a Tattoo

Shoto was just Born With It (ignore all photographic evidence otherwise)

He did it on purpose so he would look cool

What Scar?

Yeah exactly like!

I think the ‘they got attacked by some villain’ thing would be the most popular theory given Rei’s mental health issues. Like the public doesn’t know about the larger aspect of what’s going on with Rei’s mental health so there’s this assumption that it was a new thing rather than a slow decline.

And sure. She could have intense guilt blaming herself for something accidental. Whether it be just general ‘my baby got hurt’ parental guilt, the ‘I looked away for five minutes and something went wrong’ guilt, or even something like the tea kettle but more genuinely accidental, that could bring guilt. But enough for a full mental hospital check in? Especially as time goes on and she stays there?

But trauma from some villain attacking her and her kid(s)? That’s the sort of thing where someone would need to be in a mental health facility for a while. So yeah I think this is probably the assumption.

other notes:

the public knowledge on the kids’ Quirks is somewhat spotty. Again, while the kids haven’t avoided the media entirely, they’re pretty low-key. So while there may be some information about their Quirks, they don’t know all the details. I think at most they’d know what Element the kids can create, but not much else (ie: they know Toya can make Fire, but not that he got Ice Resistance instead of Fireproofing)

Some of this gets more known later down the line(in CC at least) when Toya and then later Shoto make it to high school and start showing off their own skills and drawbacks. Fuyumi and Natsuo get a lot less attention, though both did participate in UA’s Sports Festivals during their time so there’s at least confirmation about them using Ice.

So yeah that might not fully factor into everyone’s perceptions at first.

#submission

11 notes · View notes

crowborn666-writes · 2 years ago

Text

Red Feathers

(Real in Río popped up in my shuffle list and I NEEDED to write this. Such a jam. The song probably doesn’t match the vibe I’ve got in mind for this fic, but the image of Hawks seeing his s/o wearing red feathers won’t leave my head.)

Hawks x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: While enjoying a festival in Japan, you’re suddenly dragged away to create a surprise for your husband.

(Reader has an established quirk similar to Monoma’s where they can copy quirks! You can copy a quirk longer than Monoma can, but the drawback is a weakening in power using said quirk. I’m calling it Mimicry.)

~~~~~~

You and Keigo walked hand in hand, weaving through the crowd as you visited the various shops and stalls.

You had come to this festival every year since you were little, but this is the first time you were going with your husband.

“What do you think we should do next?” Keigo asked, just as you caught sight of familiar white ears.

Mirko was suddenly pulling you off to the side, shouting to Keigo that she’d return you later.

“I’ll be back, Kei!” You laughed behind you, earning an easy grin and a wave in return.

“(Y/n), me and a few others are gonna do the annual dance up on the stage, but we need a bird. Think you can copy Hawks’ quirk for a while?”

You flushed at the thought of so many people watching you dance, but then the image of a red faced Keigo popped into your head.

And you love seeing a red faced Keigo.

So naturally you agreed.

You and Mirko had practiced the dance ever since you both were little kids, so you knew it by heart.

You were pulled backstage, sending a quick text to Keigo to go see the show for a surprise.

You were dressed up in a short, red and black yutaka, and as the other girls were tying up your hair, you grasped the red feather earrings you wore and copied Keigo’s quirk from them. Red plumes of feathers sprouted from your shoulder blades, fanning out into brilliant red wings.

A few costume feathers were tied into your hair, and after a bit of makeup you were ready.

Mirko was naturally dressed up as a rabbit, and one of the Pussycat girls was there to stand in as a cat.

The dance told a story that featured animals in the forest, and how they had to put differences aside to guide a human home.

You all got into position, and waited for the curtains to open as the music and narration began.

Keigo had wandered up to the huge stage you’d mentioned in your text, just in time for the narration to begin. He quickly dug out his phone camera, ready to record the show for you in case you missed it when the curtains opened.

He froze, thumb hovering over the record button until his phone locked itself again, a heavy flush overtaking his face as he spotted red feathers.

The bird was introduced in the play, and you stood in time, flaring out the winged copy of his quirk for emphasis of your character.

The other girls were introduced soon after, and the play went on normally, just like every year before it.

But Keigo was too distracted to pay attention, too focused on the red feathers that adorned your form. Keigo couldn’t look away. Was his face as red as the feathers? Were his own wings puffed up?

The play ended sooner than he would’ve liked, but you came waltzing up to him once people began to disperse.

“What’d you think, Kei?” You asked, grinning cheekily at his blushing face.

Keigo was at a loss for words, eyes roving over your costumed form before he shook his head.

“You were amazing! I didn’t know you could dance so well.”

It was your turn to flush now. “Ah well, practicing that dance with Mirko for several years has its perks.”

He was at your ear now, arms looping around you to pull you closer. “You should borrow my quirk more often.”

You giggled in response, patting his chest. “I borrow it again when we get home, for now I need to return this costume.”

#mha #bnha #mha hawks x reader #bnha hawks x reader #hawks x reader #hawks #keigo takami #mha keigo takami #bnha keigo takami #keigo x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

194 notes · View notes

kabie-whump · 11 months ago

Text

✧･ﾟRipe, About to Fall - Part 2 ✧･ﾟ

This is an 18+ slowish burn pet-whump story with added romance

Title from 'Liquid Smooth' by Mitski

✧ Series Summary and Warnings ✧ Masterlist ✧ Chapter Summary: Athos hosts a ball and Onthyes learns more about Ventis's role in the manor. Onthyes and Ventis have their first conversation. ✧ Chapter Warnings: Physical abuse, mentioned / attempted non-con (but it is stopped before it gets too far)

* Onthyes does not belong to me. He was created by my wonderful gf @sapphicccici and I have kidnapped him.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Onthyes took a special interest in Ventis for the next few days, observing his every interaction both with his master and the other servants. During the day, it seemed that Ventis’s role was to stay by Athos’s side at all times. He’d sit at his feet while Athos was working or reading in the library. He hovered behind him with a pitcher of wine during meals. He took it quietly when a shipment of goods was reported missing and Athos needed something to strike.

Athos didn’t hit Ventis often. It’d only happened once in these few days but the other guards and servants in the room seemed unsurprised when it happened, rushing forward when Athos turned away to wipe away a drop of blood left by a sharp ring and apply makeup to cover the quickly forming bruise. Athos had apologized profusely when he’d calmed, hugging Ventis and kissing the top of his head like one would when they’ve accidentally stepped on the tail of their pet.

The other servants doted on Ventis halfheartedly, constantly adjusting his clothing or polishing his scales or brushing a microscopic tangle from his hair. It became clear to Onthyes that they saw him as just another chore; another piece of furniture to keep clean and pretty for the master.

Most nights were calm and quiet. Athos would finish his dinner, spend some time in the sitting room chatting with whatever acquaintance has come by with a glass in his hand and Ventis draped artfully across his lap. The two would retire to bed later and Onthyes would pretend like he didn’t know what happened next.

The day of a ball arrived, and the manor exploded into activity. Onthyes had never experienced one personally, but Athos was known for hosting spectacular parties.

All of the servants were busy decorating and cooking and polishing the ballroom floor while Athos went about his business, notably without Ventis by his side.

Onthyes saw Ventis later, standing perfectly still on a pedestal while two servants meticulously decorated his body with gold and jewels and two more held an animated debate over what he should wear to the ball. Ventis’s face was unsettlingly blank; not a single hint of an opinion or of boredom. Onthyes had no idea how he managed it.

The manor was crowded by the time the sun set. Every important person in Nimbria had donned their finest clothes and gathered in the ballroom. A string quartet played and champagne flowed generously. Onthyes had taken his place standing against a wall and watching the festivities.

Ventis was easily the most spectacular thing in the room that night, and everyone knew it. The genasi was stunning in a glittering peach and gold outfit that left very little to the imagination. He shone from every angle like an animated crystal statue, and Athos stood proudly next to him, eager to show off his favorite item.

Onthyes watched as Athos greeted a guest and the woman quickly moved to praise Ventis, looking to Athos for permission before touching the genasi’s waist and chest, cooing over how perfect he was and how he must have been so difficult to acquire. Ventis smiled politely and thanked her for the shower of compliments, and he seemed perfectly content even though just watching the interaction made Onthyes’s skin crawl.

It continued this way throughout the night. When the dancing began Ventis was passed from partner to partner with a speed that made Onthyes dizzy trying to keep up with, but the genasi didn’t falter. Drunken guests made comments in front of his face about what they would like to do to him, and he took it with grace.

At one point Ventis was called to the stage by Athos to play the piano for the party guests and he obliged happily, settling on the bench and hovering his long fingers over the keys.

The footman from the first night had said that Ventis was passably talented. Onthyes found that to be a vast understatement. His music saturated the room, not flawless but filled with powerful emotions. For the first time, Onthyes got a glimpse of the sentient being under his facade, his eyes closed and head tilted slightly back as he poured himself into the instrument. The guests were enthralled.

At least, the guests were enthralled until the more inebriated among them got bored.

It started with what may have intended to be whispers - lewd comments about Ventis that were met with stifled giggles. They became gradually bolder until people were talking openly about him, yelling uncomfortable questions at the boy on the stage. Ventis kept playing, seemingly unfazed.

“Athos! How much for a night with him, huh?” A voice called from the crowd.

Ventis stumbled on a note, then kept playing. Onthyes stood straighter, ready to intervene if anything happened.

Athos laughed and waved off the question, downing his fifth glass of champagne. The man’s face was flushed and he leaned where he stood. He wouldn’t be able to take control if things got out of hand.

The inappropriate questions and comments continued and Onthyes watched with despair as Ventis’s shields went back up with full force. He rushed through the rest of the song and then stood and bowed, smiling in response to the cheers that rose from the crowd.

As Ventis descended the stairs from the stage back to the floor, someone reached out from the crowd, grabbing his wrist. He lost his footing and fell to his knees with a gasp, eliciting a round of laughter from the guests.

The quartet music started up again. Bodies blocked Onthyes’s view of Ventis. He moved from his spot against the wall, doing his best to shove his way between the drunk aristocrats.

When he finally caught sight of Ventis again his clothes were askew and a man was grabbing him by his horns. Onthyes had no interest in waiting to find out what the man would do next.

“Let go of him!” Onthyes shoved the man away, putting himself in front of Ventis, who sat on the floor and did his best to put his clothes back in order.

The crowd went quiet, backing away. Onthyes turned and offered a hand to Ventis, noticing how cold his skin was as he helped him to his feet.

“Are you alright?” Onthyes whispered.

Ventis nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

Athos stumbled out of the crowd, walking with a dangerous sway. “What happened here?”

“A misunderstanding is all,” the man who had grabbed Ventis declared. “Your pet fell and I was trying to help him up. Your new guard must have misinterpreted my actions.”

“Ah, I see. No harm done, then. Everyone go back to dancing, please!”

The crowd dispersed and Athos took Onthes by the arm, pulling him down to his height to whisper in his ear. “Next time, know that there is no need to interfere. Ventis is here for the enjoyment of my guests. They are here to indulge, not to be policed.”

Onthyes gritted his teeth. He wanted to argue, to explain to Athos what had really happened, but he knew he didn’t have any power here and he definitely didn’t want to be at the mercy of Athos’s harsh punishments. If he had his hands cut off like the guard who was in his place before him he wouldn’t be any help to Ventis.

The party began to wind down. Ventis stuck close to Athos as guests said their drunken goodbyes and headed home until the ballroom was empty save for the manor’s residents. Servants began cleaning immediately and Athos stumbled off to bed, not even noticing when Ventis didn’t follow him.

Onthyes watched as Ventis took the stage again, sitting at the piano. He restarted the song he had been playing before, but there was something melancholy about it now as if he was mourning the ruined performance. The servants ignored him but Onthyes couldn’t help but approach, sitting at the edge of the stage and watching him until they were the only two left in the room.

The music trailed off and Ventis looked down at Onthyes as if noticing him for the first time.

“You do not need to guard me anymore. Your shift has ended, I am sure.”

Onthyes stood, walking over to stand next to the piano. “I just wanted to hear you play again. You’re very good.”

“Thank you.”

Ventis stared up at him, then sighed and turned his attention back to the piano. “Can I do something for you, Onthyes?”

Onthyes couldn’t help but smile. “You remember my name?”

“Yes. ”

Another expectant silence. Ventis probably wasn’t used to carrying a conversation without someone wanting something from him.

“I’ve been wondering…” Onthyes paused, pursing his lips. “I don’t really know how to put it.”

“There is no need to worry about being polite to me,” Ventis said. “What is it you want to know?”

“What are you?”

Ventis stared at the piano keys in a moment of quiet contemplation. “I assume you have asked others already. What did they tell you I am?”

“They said you’re a companion to Athos.”

“That’s all?”

“They said you’re an entertainer. A decoration.”

“And?”

“A pet. A slave.”

Ventis hummed absently, drawing a few notes from the piano that echoed through the empty ballroom. “They are all wrong. I am a mirror. I show you the reflection of your deepest desires. People see in me what they want me to be and that is what I become.” He turned then, looking up at Onthyes. “I am curious, what do you see in me?”

Onthyes studied Ventis. He’s seen the genasi fill many roles over the last few days. He’d seen him treated like a doll, like a servant, like a sex object. He’d seen him disappear like a silent statue in the background and he’d seen him fill an entire ballroom with beautiful music.

But none of that felt right to Onthyes. None of it was Ventis.

“Just you,” Onthyes said with a shrug.

Ventis’s eyes widened for a fleeting second before his expression fell back into its pleasant neutrality and he resumed the song he had been playing.

“You do not know me,” he murmured.

“I’d like to. And, if you’ll let me, I’d like to free you.”

Ventis’s hands faltered, playing a sour note. “Free me?”

“Yes. Athos shouldn’t keep you here like this. It isn’t right.”

He was quiet for a moment, his face slightly turned away so Onthyes couldn’t see his expression. “You should not talk like that.”

“It’s alright. It’s just us. It may take a while, but I am going to find a way to get you safely away from here.”

“I do not want you to free me.”

Onthyes frowned. “What? Why not?”

A gentle laugh “Look at this place, Onthyes. Look at me. Before Athos found me I had been cast out by my family, left to fend for myself on the streets. I had nothing. Here I have a soft bed and fine clothes and I can practice music to my heart’s content and be praised for my talent. I have everything.”

“Everything except for freedom.”

Ventis shrugged. “Why would I desire to return to a world that has been nothing but cruel to me? I am adored here.”

“Adored? Or used? You’re an object to Athos, nothing more. You must see that.”

Onthyes took a step back as Ventis stood, staring up at him with a new sort of coldness in his eyes. “My master loves me, and I love him,” he said, his voice hard. “He loves me.”

With that Ventis exited the ballroom, his robes sweeping silently across the marble floor.

Onthyes watched him go, regret curling in his chest. He hadn’t meant to offend Ventis by offering to free him. He’d expected the genasi to be grateful, but apparently he had misjudged the situation.

Ventis wasn’t a helpless captive. He was a willing participant.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Part 3

Ventisposting taglist (aka a list of people who i want to bake cookies for):

@scp-1296 @sapphicccici @acer-gaysimpstuff @morning-star-whump @yeetmyskeet

Let me know if you want to be added!

21 notes · View notes