#I was going to do a bunch of outfits but listen clothes are hard and I’ve been so busy

[burningcomputerpersona]

also how is it that spanish love songs has such good merch??? i don't think I've ever been to a show before where I had to struggle so hard to pick just one thing, like in a lot of cases there's only really one thing that appeals to me or I just get something bc i love the band and need to have them on me regardless of what the design looks like. but i was spending ages just staring at the merch stand trying to pick one out of alllll the things i wanted

[sabrina-kpop]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a the poly hashira x fem gyaru reader who gets made fun of by the other demon slayers? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

ׅ𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

my very first request yay!! and it's of my life style!? Double yay!! In this oneshot I made the reader off of my sub style which is manba!! And sorry if this is bad which it probably is.. AND YOU ARE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MUICHIRO YOU ARE SEEN AS A MOTHER FIGURE

WARNINGS: swearing (Sanemi ofc) slut shaming (I'm based this on my experience with being gyaru) bullying ect.

Being a gal while also being a demon hunter has is pros and cons, pros being hanging out with Tengen and Mitsuri for new clothes and cons being your makeup sweating off and hair getting messed up while on a mission.

Today is a day where the hashira (specifically Tengen) invited you and the rest to a summer festival, of course you where excited you haven't gone to a festival since you were a little girl.

You have finished doing your hair and makeup looking beautifully crazy along with your outfit, you hear a knock on your door and before you could answer Shinobu walked in "Ara ara, well aren't you looking beautiful my butterfly" she said complimenting you, you utter out a small thanks,still not being used to compliments.

you walked out with Shinobu and met up with the rest, Gyomei and Giyuu grabbed your hands and the rest began to go to the city.

What you didn't know is that Rengoku, Shinobu and Giyuu brought some of their tsugoku's and slayers with them and they don't really get along with you. They saw you as a weirdo because of your fashion sense and looks although you try your best to ignore them sometimes it can hit you a little hard......

"What is she wearing" strike one.

Ouch that hurt. You are so confident for your rebel style and yet now you're feeling like it's getting pulled away you try to ignore it but it remains in the back of your mind.

"Y/n...are you feeling okay..?" Said Muichiro you reassure him that your fine and continued your way to the city with the rest.

It was evening and you have a ride to the city it was crowded and it was bright seeing people talk, dance, laugh and show of their Japanese pride.

"Ah! It's so crowded! " Mitsuri said in a high pitched voice. Obanai suggested that you all go to a restaurant to rest and eat but you said that you wanted to see the jewelry booths and clothing booths set up outside.

Giyuu sent two of his kakushi just in case something happened.

You immediately wandered off into one of the booths that were selling jewelry. You mean started buying a bunch of them some for partners and some for you.

"Jesus Christ doesn't she have enough... She going to die from blood stopping with all those tight bands around her wrist... "

Strike two.

You really put some back listening to what they said it hurt you like if someone stabbed you in the heart you tried to ignore them again but how could you all they do is talk about you and your features you feel like nothing you feel like a clown.

"I'm back!" You said with a bag in your hands "I bought all of you some new cute clothes!" You said happily as you hand them their gifts. They happily thanked you and began to order food.

The food was delicious. The meat had a juicy flavor and the rice was perfect.

"Fuck, I'm full" utter out Sanemi

"Really? I could go for more!" Said Mitsuri. Both Obanai and Sanemi look at her in a "what the fuck?" face as Shinobu and you giggled from the side.

You got up to go to the restroom but you ain't mean it shivered due to your clothes being slightly revealing. Although you knew that this will be the consequences from deciding that your outfit looked better without a jacket and quickly shrugged it of as "beauty is pain"

As you went to the restroom and finished doing your business, you were washing your hands so you heard this.

" you can clearly tell that she's cold she was shivering so hard that when she gets for being a slut with those revealing clothes. "

Strike three, your out.

You immediately began to tear up why were they saying these things to you what did you ever do to them this has been going on for years now and it hasn't stopped. why couldn't they just accept you for who you are? Why couldn't the see that you were happy being yourself? Why couldn't they see that you are human too?

Suddenly you heard a knock on the restroom door.

"Y/n you've been their for a while are you okay?.." It was Giyuu.

"Y-yeah I'm okay..." You said trying to cover up the sound of your crying.

"Are you sure..? It's sounds like you aren't.."

You went quite and started sobbing as Giyuu opened the door and went in while the rest followed..

Mitsuri went up to you and tried to calm you down the best she can, keyword "tried"...

"Y/n just tell us what happened..!" Said Mitsuri panicking not really knowing what to do..

"Am I w-wierd?" You utter out as the rest looked at you with worry

"The fuck is that supposed to mean" said Sanemi.

"I-it's just that people when they see me the way I am they think of me as some kind of slut.."

Who the hell told you that I swear I'm going to beat them into next wee-" Sanemi said as Shinobu cut him off.

" Oh my little butterfly....you're nothing like that you're not even close you're beautiful and you're special.

Shinobu said.

" yeah you have the courage to be flamboyant while the others are just idiot with no sense of style "

Said Uzui.

"Y/n your beauty is like a flame bright and beautiful! "

Said Rengoku

"You're so beautiful doing your nails everyday is so much fun especially trying out new patterns!"

Said Mitsuri.

" Seriously tell me who made you think like that, I will show them no mercy.. "

Said Sanemi.

"You remind me of that one flowers...what was it called...? Hibiscus..? "

Said Muichiro.

"You remind me of water.... Useful and when at sea.... Sparkling.."

Said Giyuu.

"Your personality is bright and energetic...I will always pray for it to stay that way.. "

Said Gyomei.

But your personality is also soft and kind... It's one if the reasons why Kaburamaru loves you so much...

Said Obanai.

You can't believe them each and every one of their words fix your heart piece by piece you made them all get into one group hug even if Sanemi and Giyuu can't stand them..

"Wait! Hurry the fireworks are about to start" squealed Mitsuri dragging you and the rest outside. You guys found the perfect spot to watch the fireworks. as you all sat down you couldn't help but think of grateful you are to have such partner's "Thank you.. " you said as they look at you and smiled. You rest you head on giyuu's shoulder while you all watched the fireworks...

[majoryeager104]

Could you pretty please write something for hawks and dabi (separate) with their s/o who has a hard time believing they’re pretty and like people don’t usually compliment their appearance so the first time their bf does they’re like “HUH?” I hope that made sense I’ve just been a tad insecure lately :(

omg yes I gotcha

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Touya

It had been a while since Touya had last convinced you to let him take you somewhere nice for dinner. It had been even longer since he’d dressed nice. But you always seemed to look amazing, at least to him, and so he told you, leaning against the doorframe as he looked you up and down.

“you always look effortlessly stunning don’t ya?”

silence

“…huh?”

Touya paused, scratching his head. “I said you look nice, what do you mean ‘huh’?” He furrowed his brow, tilting his head as he leaned closer to you. He was genuinely curious, and you couldn’t blame him. It seemed like an odd response to such a sweet compliment.

“I…well, I’m not used to getting compliments…thanks”

you said nervously, laughing as a blush crept across your face. At this, Touya raised his eyebrows, his eyes impossibly wide.

“my turn. Huh?”

You blinked, and he scoffed, resting his hands on your hips.

“you’re fucking stunning, y/n. Are you serious? How many compliments have you gotten in the past…year?”

silence

“one”

“Not including mine”

even further silence. Touya scoffed, running his hands up and down your sides. “People are probably too scared to approach you” “why?” “Cause you’re so pretty, of course! They probably get nervous. Good.”

“good? What do you mean?”

“Leaves the job to me”

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Keigo

“I look terrible”

You said quietly, looking at your new outfit in the mirror. You loved it, but it felt to you like every time you tried something on, it lost its charm, like you just didn’t look good in anything, and vice versa. You and Keigo were going out on a date soon, meaning the media would probably say the same things you told yourself about how you looked.

“hey!”

Keigo’s voice cut through your thoughts as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re perfect”

you scoffed, looking down at your clothes, which would presumably be criticized as soon as the two of you stepped outside

“the media doesn’t seem to agree”

“the media is full of a bunch of morons who have nothing on you. Don’t listen to people you don’t even know. Listen to me.”

Keigo kissed your shoulder, glancing up at you.

“I for one, think you look absolutely amazing right now. The outfit is a perfect color combo, and for the record everything fits you really well”

“you seem to know quite a bit about fashion”

“of course I do, sweets, which is why you should listen when I tell you that you’re perfect.”

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Banner creds to @ Sharlock and other artist I couldn’t read the signature for to save my life! (If anyone recognizes the artist lmk)

[twodogs-twocats]

Sleep Token as Roomates

For whatever reason, my Sleep Token fixation has chosen to lodge itself in my brain in the form of a New Girl-esque scenario…

Translation: You and all four band members are roommates. Annnd there is definitely romantic tension with every one of them.

Content Warning: very little justification for any of this. Just my 🌈imagination🌈

POV: fem reader

Vessel:

- the one everyone thinks is in charge.

- the most fun one to do chores with. he will get them done, but have a good time along the way. car karaoke on the way to get groceries, dance parties in the kitchen while cooking, playing the floor is lava while vacuuming. he will always try to make you smile even during the most boring of tasks

- workout gear everywhere. he’s got a pull up bar installed above his door, where he does shirtless pull-ups every morning. you only watch sometimes…

- honestly, probably always shirtless in general

- the best smelling of the bunch. lights incense and candles on the reg

- always doing little things to impress you. like as soon as you come home, he starts playing piano, or doing pushups. and then will pretend he didn’t know you were home when he catches you watching

- likes to come up behind you. if you are standing at the kitchen counter, he will reach around you to grab something, with his chest pressed up against you. he uses his size to his advantage, and he gets the sense you like how big he is

- paints your nails sometimes. and sometimes wants you to paint his. black polish only

- a very good cook. often cooks family dinners

- a bit unhinged, but I could see vessel borrowing your clothes and jewelry. like going to bed in your tshirt or stealing some of your rings for his shows

- honestly, I just picture roommate vessel as a generally soft goof

II

- the one who’s actually in charge

- very clean and organized. keeps everyone else in line (if you know the show new girl, to me, II is a quieter, scarier Schmidt lol)

- he’s the best listener. when you have had a rough day, he will listen to you vent for hours. or if you need help making a decision, he will help talk you through it. he gives 100% attention to everything you say

- he will surprise you with finishing little chores for you. you’ll come home to a freshly washed car, or your laundry already folded

- a plant guy. always brings home plants and takes very good care of them. runs your little family garden

- morning person. this man is up at the crack of dawn and has already accomplished about a dozen things before anyone else is even up

- enjoys learning about your hobbies. if you are a reader, he wants to know what you’re reading. if you’re trying to learn something new, he will help you practice

- toxic trait is that he would be the most jealous if you ever brought someone home. like very openly hostile

- light touches. like he tries so hard to keep it platonic, but you’ll feel his hand on your back when he walks around you, or his fingers will linger on yours just too long if he hands you something

III

- the messiest of the bunch. like he will help out with cleaning, but if anyone is leaving laundry or dirty dishes around, it’s this man (often causes little spats with II)

- loud and fun. he is always singing, dancing, playing music. when you get home he will greet you with a big hug. his goal in life is to make you laugh

- likes to braid your hair. and you help him with his space buns

- takes the longest in the bathroom for sure. He enjoys regular bubble baths, and often teases you that you are welcome to join him

- when III’s energy has come down a bit, he is a master at chilling. Im talking movie nights with popcorn and candy, building blanket forts with lots of pillows. (he will sometimes try to sneak an arm around your shoulder. Not unusual for you two to end up *platonically* cuddling on the couch)

- the best dancer. You always bring him when you go out dancing or to a concert.

- the most openly flirty. will always compliment your outfits and tell you how beautiful you look.

- he will also find any way possible to touch you, even when it’s completely unnecessary — hugs when you come home, putting his hand on your knees when he’s talking to you, and occasionally even kissing you on the cheek. he especially loves to see you blushing and flustered

- tinkers with his guitar into the late hours of the night. the sound often puts you to sleep

IV

- the most “bro”-y of the roomates

- like the only one of you who will ever put sports on tv (and you all complain and tell him to put on something else)

- the house barista. makes great coffee and is very particular about his process.

- you like to take naps with IV. You both will pile on the couch and fall asleep watching some stupid comedy. you often end up with your head in his lap and his hand resting on your waist.

- has a bit of a staring problem. he is the most obvious one about checking you out, and he does not seem to care if you notice. when you get dressed up, he will give you a full head to toe scan, and then proceed to stare at you like he wants to eat you (and he probably does, of course)

- enjoys going on walks with you. might not say much, but he always has a good time

- adds lots of artistic touches to the home. buying art or cool knickknacks to add around the house. this man has excellent taste

- the most protective of you. makes sure he knows where you are at and who you’re with. installed a lock on your bedroom door so you could have some privacy. (but he kept a key for himself, you know, just in case)

Etc.

- you definitely have a black house cat, and II is definitely the cat’s favorite

- your living room has been taken over by musical instruments. there is always, always music playing in the house

- all the boys are great at comforting you when you are sad. I could see any one of them holding you while you cry

- big family movie nights. all the boys love movies, so you will all regularly get together to watch something

[batdiangelo]

Dionysus and/or Dionysus kids headcanons? If you do that, but it’s worth a shot:)

YES I LOVE DOING THIS, I HAVE SO MANY. thank you sooo much for this question dez!

okay so, Dionysus definitely cares about the campers and the camp itself.

It shows when he heals Chris Rodriguez from the bout of insanity, it shows when he grieves for Castor and asks Percy to look after Pollux.

I like to think his kids also care like that

they care so deeply for their close friends and family that it hurts sometimes

Dionysus can't show it normally anymore because he's seen so many hopeful kids get their spirits crushed.

he's also seen them die. countless times.

if gods could dream, Dionysus would be plagued with haunting nightmares.

Dionysus kids are really good with plants, but not as good as Persephone or Demeter kids

They're also the type of people who say "I listen to anything!" for music and they mean it.

They have the best outfits. Sorry, cabin 7, but their fits slay, hardcore.

that being said, Specifically Pollux has TERRIBLE style.

My OC Grayson's style is definitely also bad, he dresses similarly to his father (oof)

Dionysus leaves shirts and stuff in the cabin and somehow his kids are stealing them and wearing them better than him

He doesn't know where they get the style from

The cabin has all the best quality "Slime tutorials" of your favorite musicals. You do have to take some chores off their camp chore list to get the footage though.

can and will rant to you about Gender being a social construct while wearing clothes typically associated with the opposite gender

Grayson is genderfluid, and so while he definitely prefers masc terms and whatnot there are days he goes all out with dresses and skirts and he literally slays

Castor will definitely go all out with a skirt, but dresses are a different story.

Dionysus secretly encourages his kids to break the gender normality.

Dionysus is definitely also a hands on dad, He tries so hard to be there for his kiddos before they reach camp age

in my story, the twins are at camp as early as 9 years old, simply for two reason- hella powerful and bonding time with Grayson

but, Dio was there, giving the twins mother (I've named her Marryane Moncharm) any help she needed.

for Grayson it's a different story, so you'll have to read the story to see

but I digress

At camp, he's attentive with his children, listening to their issues, giving advice if they want it and a distraction if they need it.

He will, however, tell his children that silly drama is below him before helping.

Dionysus has a secret obsession with dad jokes

think Patton from sander sides, but way more disgruntled and gruff than typical.

Dionysus has made Zeus tell a dad joke without realizing it, and to this day, it is his best achievement ever.

Has a shirt that says "Dad jokes? I think you mean Rad Jokes." and will wear it unironically.

as for his actual cabin and how I picture it.... that's a whole different set of headcanons.

I've previously said I think the cabins got a major upgrade at the end of the titan war thanks to annabeth, I believe.

prior to that, Cabin twelve feels the most homely.

there's no big harsh lighting. only soft warm lighting.

the beds have the best bedding ever, like it's so cozy

lots of theatre memorabilia hanging up

uh, like that one guy from only murderers in the building, I forget his name but he had theatre stuff all over his apartment- like it was a lot

also, Dionysus definitely has like, his item of power hung on the wall in there because he Does Not Care™ and the only rule is no touching the insanely powerful pinecone stick (Thyrsus)

Cabin 12 to me is the physical embodiment of Noah Kahan's music if that makes sense.

there's a bunch of headcanons for you friend! I hope you enjoyed them!

[battingmyeyelashes]

o em gee. its little lucky bella ‪‪falzone (pls dont call her lucky to her face) ❤︎‬ trying so hard to draw up an eltingville oc and i feel like i dislike everythin i do but this is what i did just now, & im sharing even though im not 100% on it & its kinda bad + messy ehe. ‪‪❤︎‬ i like to imagine theres a cute little vintage store in eltingville that she could work at. i had a vintage boutique in my old town on long island that i always loved being at with my friends ‪‪❤︎‬ i think she should be able to be in her own space separate from the comic shop, & if i have to make it up for her i will ! she likes to visit the comic shop though to find certain things and she will bring in treats. Joe is like "why is this in here, is this poison?" shes like "nooo i just brought it in cuz i made extra! i thought maybe people would like it ‪‪❤︎‬" i dunno, shes just a very sweet & typically unbothered person who is full of love & just likes to have fun. very unfazed by any of the guys being mean. it just makes her laugh. she cannot take them seriously because she thinks theyre just a bunch of little characters lol ! it makes bill very irritated because she doesnt just run off crying or curse him out. very affectionate and loves giving hugs (i was like this in HS, i dunno why </3)

i drew her in casual outfit, simple tiny cutie dress with garter ("its not weird, mom! its an homage to burlesque & iconic fashion!!!") & cutie shoes with hair down & a lil bumped up in the back ‪‪❤︎‬ buuut she loooves to get dolled up and do her hair all vintage and put on pinup-style clothes and make up dances ❤︎‬ shes has no qualms about being friendly with other groups like the goths n certain nerd groups because she doesnt put herself in a box, she enjoys little bits & pieces from every little genre ‪‪❤︎‬ !! i think thats just true to life for most people & its definitely true for myself. shes very spacey because she loves to go on walks and listen to her music and tends to be daydreaming...dont get it twisted, shes super sweetness, but she has sicilian rage lol (like myself hehe) and there are certain buttons that u can push and she will retaliate tenfold. but you have to do something very specifically frustrating to get her all in a tizzy. i could probably go on forever...but i can always write more eventually or answer questions about her hehe ‪‪❤︎‬.

[ghostofasecretary]

oh yeah babey. List Time

done already:

- jar orange peel candy

- call friend

- log receipt

- outfit options for Saturday interview

- call other friend

- eat breakfast

- eat lunch

- buy tickets + reserve parking for trip

- try new perfume

to do:

- pick up meds

- handwash clothes

- type poem

- type poem edits!

- reply to P, J, S

- make cauliflower curry + paratha for dinner

well. did absolutely none of this.

i am. anxious. about my trip tomorrow.

i remember--in college. going to visit my ex and driving towards the place we'd lived together, just vaguely in that direction, and freaking the *fuck* out. that whole trip was so hard and i left after. like. a day. because it was too hard and too much and we were both trying our best and it wasn't enough to fix what was broken between us. (what, it felt like, was broken in *me.*)

and it was only, like, a year after, then.

it's been much longer than that now.

and remembering isn't gonna kill me. but it feels like--god. i was so happy, the last time i went to this place. i was barely an adult and i was delirious with love and i remember exactly what i wore and. i had no idea i was heading into something that would traumatize me. it wasn't her fault! she was around but. the amount i blame her for not speaking up is limited by the knowledge that asshole ex-boyfriend was putting wedges between the two of us at least partly on purpose. because he liked me better, maybe? he acted like it sometimes. he said some real shit about her and it hurt and infuriated me and helped make me feel crazy.

sufficiently advanced incompetence and all that, on his part

us breaking up was not his fault. we'd already dumped him by then.

but--i wouldn't have left her if she'd been able to support me, after. and i guess it's good that we got that out of the way before we got married, because being in a situation where i needed stuff that badly, that i couldn't get, while married? nightmare! feel like i dodged a bullet!

but i wanted to marry her. i was so head over heels. i still *like* her, just...i don't want to be friends or hang out because it's. too much.

and. shame is not meaningful here, right. but shame is a part of the whole mess.

i was embarrassed of getting assaulted because i was the Friend Who Fucked and also i was supporting a bunch of people who had previously been assaulted and i was supposed to, like. have a working model of consent. not a "oh yeah this guy ran roughshod over my boundaries and i didn't speak up while it was happening and when i did i wasn't listened to and we were living together and he was paying rent, how could i leave. and then why would we break up, we were happy! we had a good summer! of course i visited him! on his dime. it was [static noises]" situation.

and she. well. i trusted her. and she said "i wouldn't call it rape, things can be bad and not be rape" and didn't remember the details i told her.

and was so stressed out by me talking about my experiences she puked in front of me when i did. (she'd tried to tell me it was stressful. i. did not get how much. great communication there, obviously! i love not repeating relationship mistakes!)

and asked him for his "side." and wasn't angry on my behalf.

and. god. this all feels so tawdry. who cares, it was years ago! god!

but.

it was bad enough that i couldn't shower without freaking out for two years and had to wear shirts all the time and didn't feel comfortable in my body and i couldn't cuddle my friends and i couldn't get off and i couldn't have as much sex as i wanted and i was deeply uncomfortable with my kinks and i couldn't, like, feel pleasure from half my body anymore.

that was bad enough!

but i got assaulted and it felt like it poisoned all my romantic relationships. and my capacity to feel love. and idk about the latter but if not poison it--sure fucking did not help the former!!

i stopped being hot and i stopped being fun and i went insane for months and took a break from being insane and went back to being insane and went to therapy and broke up and stopped going to therapy and broke up again and started freaking out when i heard her name or remembered she existed and talked to her and got an apology and friend-broke-up with my other ex.

i haven't dated in four years.

and it's just, like. one breakup wasn't enough?? i had to have THREE!?

yeah, apparently. yeah.

jesus fucking christ.

and, like. "show me a permanent state of the self" and all that. but jesus, i couldn't--i can't--

i want my fearlessness back. i want my comfort back. i want the willingness to trust people with my dumb-romantic-heart (which feels distinct from my normal reasonable heart that i do trust my friends with) back. i want my fucking masochism back because that was great, actually.

and i'll never get it back! it could regrow but i'll always have to be fucking wiser because of this! which, like, sure, i like being safe and making good choices, that's not the *point,* i'm grieving

how does this even make sense. what the fuck.

so. having a fun time in a city tomorrow, huh!

i'm giving myself a $50 budget. that's absolutely ridiculous for my current finances but we're doing it. if i hate our planned activities i'm gonna suggest thrifting. also we'll have to eat lunch. we could eat a fancy lunch. i want a banh mi. or sushi.

going back to places you went when you were younger shows you how much you changed. you've grown, which is change for the better. you'd laugh at the conversations you thought were intellectual then. poetry's still good, though! no one can take that from you.

you'll be with friends who love you who extremely provably will stick with you for a decade. one of them was there for your whole first round of PTSD, basically, so even if he was less supportive than your college friends due to the circumstances he is still very supportive and knows you extremely well. and your other friend is very kind and great at getting mad on behalf of her friends. they love you. they're family, in the queer sense and the lifelong-inseparability-regardless-of-distance sense.

you're allowed to have feelings about things you did six years ago. if you cry on the trip, or need a minute or an hour or whatever, your friends are forewarned and forearmed and have told you they're here for you. this is better than worrying about being haunted alone sometime. even if, somehow, one of your exes is there: you'll be with people who can and will guard you and get you the fuck out and hold you while you cry and take care of you. they're very kind. you choose friends well.

you're also gonna feel the sunshine on your face and share the cake you made and get ice cream! it'll have moments of beauty, if nothing else!

you're okay. you're gonna be okay.

i love you. i love being alive. drink some milk and go to bed.

[gooseloverfiction]

Maintenance

Ken x Afab!Reader

NSFW, 18+

Wordcount: 1459

Summary: Some new additions needs maintenance...

Content warning: some fluff, masturbation (male)

You looked at the pad and the house in front of you. You checked off the rooms, the external condition of the house and the yard.  Everything looked fine.

You moved on to inventorying furniture, clothes and accessories.

Considering Barbie lived for few decades and fashions changed... even faster, it was going to be a long day.

The kitchen took you about 5 minutes. Luckily all the Barbies and Kens were on the beach. No one will disturb you or engage in small talk ending in full-blown discussion about the Real World. 

At least that's what you thought.

Ken was sitting on the couch in the living room, leaning against a pillar, which is why you hadn't seen him before. He was reading a book about horses. But didn't look like he was paying attention to it, constantly shifting in his seat. 

“Ken?”

He stood up quickly and looked at you in surprise.

"Who are you? A new Barbie?” the man…you mean the doll, you reminded yourself, was as surprised as you.

“No, I work for Mattel. I'm checking out the Dream House for a new doll.”

Ken lifted his head and stared at you with his blue, sparkling eyes. Only now did you notice his rosy cheeks.

“You're from Mattel?!” he cried, his voice full of hope. "Can you help me?! Sublime!"

“Uh, sure, I can help you, but I need to do this inventory first.”

“Inven…what?” Ken tried to pronounce the new word, but eventually gave up. You looked at him discreetly, 'checking' the furniture in the living room on the pad.

The doll was wearing his new lightning bolt tracksuit and a leather vest with fringes. He used a fingerless gloved hand to straighten the falling fringe of his platinum hair on his bandana. You wouldn't admit it at work, but he looked great in those clothes. They gave him his own, individual look. He was no longer just an accessory for Barbie. 

Seeing his still questioning look, you showed him the clipboard. He stood towering over you and began to read aloud.

“Oh. So you check if everything is there? I didn't take anything.” Ken raised his hands in a defensive gesture he had learned from being arrested twice in the Real World.

You smiled at him and patted his back. His muscles were rock hard.

The poor guy was tense as if he was about to explode.

“I’ll help you, then you will help me faster, right?” His tone was almost pleading. What was so important that he needed a human?

However, you agreed and with Ken behind you, you went upstairs. The wardrobe and dressing table will take the most time. But when you were looking through the first bunch of clothes, you felt that Ken's help would be indispensable.  He knew every garment, line and name of the limited editions.

You quickly went through the wardrobe and stood in front of the display where outfits for a given occasion or day were displayed. You took note of everything that was visible, feeling Ken's breath on your neck. Strange... The dolls didn't breathe. And certainly not with hot air.  You turned to him to ask about it and saw his rosy cheeks and neck. He grabbed your arms desperately and you felt yourself shaking.

"Everything's all right?" you asked, seeing how his lower abdominal muscles tighten. You opened your mouth unconsciously, seeing the impressive size of the tent in his sweatpants. Oh my… The dolls had no genitalia.

“Okay, let's go to the bedroom, you need to sit down," you took charge and went there first.

Ken looked miserable when he showed up on the floor. You gestured to the open clamshell bed, placing pillows behind his back. He needed to relax. Or… No, you didn't even think about that. And how are you supposed to teach a man (a doll) what to do?

“Let's try this…close your eyes and think about something disgusting,” you suggested, knowing it would be a long ordeal. Ken must have been in this shit hole situation for a while.

He listened to you and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, but he didn't even budge in his pants.

“Argh, I can't! I don't know what could be disgusting, all my thoughts are nice!” Ken groaned, looking reproachfully at his crotch.  The pink on his cheeks began to turn into a redder shade and spread to the rest of his face.

“Okay, let's try something else…” you couldn't watch him suffer. You knew perfectly well what it was like to feel frustrated when you wanted to feel good so much and you couldn't. And he didn't even know about this possible pleasure.  Something had caused him to start turning into a human and now he sat there with a raging boner. You were responsible for the maintenance of this part of Barbieland, so technically showing Ken how to please himself was... your job?

You sat on the edge of the bed and took one of his large hands, guiding it to his crotch and still keeping your hand on his, you pressed down on his cock and moved your hands up and down. Ken let out a guttural moan, so deep and shuddering, you thought he was going to cum.  He looked straight at you. Something in his blue eyes made your breath catch in your throat. By force of will, you removed your hand from him and placed it on the zipper of your jeans.

“Move your hand up and down like this,” you pointed and Ken obeyed. After a while, his moans echoed around the area, but it didn't last long. When he looked at you in frustration, you knew you couldn't avoid this…

“It doesn't do anything, I'm so hot, and I feel… I feel…” Ken couldn't say what he felt. He wasn't sure, he had ever felt this before in his life.

“I know, Ken. Okay. Pull out… This,” you finished, your voice a little too rough. You cleared your throat and pointed to his hands gripping his cock.

Ken quickly pulled down the waistband of his pants and freed himself from the material. Of course he had no underwear. And he must have looked so amazing. Involuntarily, you felt warmth spreading between your thighs. Pull yourself together, girl!

“Are these… Ge-genitals?” the man looked at himself in surprise, stroking the delicate skin along his entire length, reaching to the head.  When his fingers ran over the frenulum, he shuddered and a large drop of precum appeared on the tip.

"Yes. Men have a penis, women have a vagina,” you explained. Since you were already teaching him how to masturbate, he could learn the basics of anatomy.

Ken's eyes became as big as saucers. “So you have something else? Barbie has…”

“The vagina, yes. Because we are women,” you finished.

“Oh… Ooooh,” Ken moaned, touching himself more confidently now, instinctively using the wetness coming out of him to lessen the unpleasant friction. The leather of his gloves creaked as he clasped one hand around the base and moved the other up and down. He threw his head back, resting on the pillow, and panted faster and faster.

“Oh my... What is happening to me...?!  Hahm… I… I can't… I feel so hot. I can’t hold it,” he groaned, looking at his hands and cock, and you felt how hot he was actually getting. Or at least you shared his feelings, knowing damn well that this sight would never be forgotten in your memory.

Ken's hands grabbed himself as he twitched and shot his cum high. You saw perfectly well how his body was torn by orgasm. It must have been intense.

After a while, Ken went limp all over, panting and looking at the mess he had made around him.

“It was… So…” he started, but you quickly cut him off.

"Do you feel better?"

Ken nodded lazily. With a sigh, you pulled out the pack of wet wipes you carried in your carry-on bag and handed a few to the man. He took the wet cloth from you and wiped his hands, sculpted stomach and chest. He handed you the ball of tissues and you grabbed it between two fingers and put it in a ziplock bag. You're lucky you had it all with you. And others often laughed at you for this.

“Ok, put it back…” you pointed to his still slightly swollen member and Ken lifted his pants, hiding his new addition.

“I have to finish my inspection… Umm, maybe you can get some rest…” you started, but a soft snore interrupted your words. You smiled slightly to yourself and checked the bed off your list.

[feelingyumimain]

isaacwhy with a chubby cc reader omg and also!! welcome to tgc tumblr :)

Omggg your literally my first request!! Thank you for inviting me your so sweet! I’ll try my best to write this sorry if it’s bad or the spellings not write im dyslexic

okay so first of all I think he would literally love how you look I mean LORD he just can’t get enough of you

he would totally show you off in his Insta story’s if your okay with it

like it would be little photos of you and him with matching outfits or goofy glasses

ofc with his face blurred and yours too if your also faceless

he would LOVE you in tight clothing or in literally anything lmao

he’s your biggest hype man

i mean you walk into a room he’s like “DAMNN YOU LOOK GOOD” and you could be like half asleep and forgot to shower but he just thinks your adorable

If you ever talked bad about yourself or had insecurities he would listen and help but also shut it down so fast like

“what do you mean you think your not pretty enough?!”

He loves when you go shopping with him he spoils the hell out of you

I feel like he would memorize your size or have a little notes app thing about what stores fit what size on you Bc you’ve told him how shit the sizing is or how finding clothes can be hard

personally I don’t like using changing rooms so if your like that and even if not he would order/ buy a bunch of clothes that he found in your size and see if you like them

it’s like your own little fashion show

he loves seeing you in all the different clothes like he would sit in his bed watching you like a puppy saying stuff like “omg babe your so stunning” “how did I pull you” “you could so be a model”

im pretty sure cc mean content creator if not let me know but he would definitely stream with you over discord

like silly little games or drunk driving simulator

of anyone in his or your chat was mean to you in anyway he would go off

“Don’t fucking say shit abt them chat their the most beautiful/handsome person ever!”

“you don’t look any better!”

bc he truly believes no one else can top your looks

he would have you be in ltlvc and his videos

def has you sit in his lap while editing

he lays on your stomach or on your thighs while you edit your videos

I feel like he would help you with all your pc problems or help you set up streams

overall he doesn’t care how you look and loves you no matter what top tier boyfriend and definitely the best hyper man for when your down

sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for or it was offensive in anyway it’s literally the first thing I’ve ever written but I hope it was good please give me some feed back on if I did good or if there’s stuff I could change to do better 🙏

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Mod: I'll post Anon's more recent update first, and the older confession under the break 💖 I'm glad you're feeling better now Anon!

Hey mod, if you see this, I’m the anon who confessed about my cats catching a fatal disease and it making me want to basically give up on everything like my work and my dolls.

I’m okay now and I’ve made peace with it and whatever happens I’m just gonna give my cats the best life I can in the time they’ve got. It doesn’t hurt to look at my dolls anymore, in fact, I’m anxiously anticipating the clothes I ordered them for fall/winter. I love my cats, but this was out of my control and it doesn’t have to ruin my life. Sending in that confession really helped me come to terms with the situation and get my joy back. I’m happy to say my cats are happy and my new boy likes to steal my doll wigs (which I’m not so happy about xp)

Anyway, you don’t have to post that confession, but I don’t mind if you do. If you do though, would you attach this or some kind of note letting people know I’m okay? Life happens and my refuge has always been dolls, I was just worried that I had lost that too in my sadness, but they’re still there for me after all.

Thanks for listening, and I hope you’re well!

~Anonymous

Previous confession below:

CW: pet death, pet illness, depression, rant

One of my cats died, so I got another cat so my older cat wouldn’t be lonely, but now we’ve found out that my new cat might have a deadly disease and he may have already given it to my older cat, now we have to wait 3 months to find out if either one is infected or not with no real way to prevent my older cat from being infected in the meantime if she hasn’t been already.

Before we found out I got paid for the first time in a while and bought a bunch of new doll stuff because I wanted to get my dolls fall/winter outfits as the season is changing. Slowly, the items arrive and I dress my dolls, put new eyes in because I finally bought the new eyes I wanted, but I’m just so empty.

I’m supposed to be working too, but I have no energy for that either, nor any of my non doll hobbies.

I know that even if my cats are infected they have a good chance of living another 3-5 years (according to the vet and Google) but the dread is eating me alive. Every night I have to take pills to sleep and I stare at my dolls which sit around my bed on tables and they seem so empty now. My heart hurts so much that I don’t see the light in my doll’s eyes anymore.

It’s all my fault. I wanted a new cat to help my heart heal from losing my sweet darling girl, and I may have doomed the cat I had left, not to mention I might lose the sweet baby boy I’m already so in love with.

Doll stuff came in the day we got the news and I tried so hard to enjoy it. My doll is beautiful and maybe my favorite of all of my dolls, but there’s just no joy left. I wake up every day feeling like things might be okay and I go to bed every night looking into their empty eyes and wish I could just not wake up.

Why can’t I wake up tomorrow and it be December so I can be free of this not knowing and get back to things I love again. If my cats will have shorter lives I’ll be devastated, but it’s out of my hands and I can move on and love them and get my dolls and my life back and enjoy my life again, but not knowing makes me ill and all the things that once glittered and gleamed and filled my heart with joy just seem so fucking pointless.

As if the world wasn’t already crashing down around me, why this? Why now? Why can’t I just keep moving and enjoying my work and my hobbies? I’m so fucking exhausted.

I’m sorry if this isn’t doll related enough. I just need to say this somewhere even if it’s just a void. Maybe someone here can understand the emptiness of not being able to love the one (hobby) thing you love above almost anything else (dolls, my special interest) because life starts falling apart. I think if I said this to anyone else they’d think it’s stupid to care about pieces of expensive plastic when something bad is happening to a living creature, but dolls always spark joy in me even when bad things happen, but this is just so fucked and I’m so ill that they don’t even do that anymore. I want to feel normal again. I can’t change what’s already happened, but I can’t let it go and I hate going up to my room at night and looking at my dolls because it feels like they’re judging me. I feel like a monster. I just want to feel joy and peace again.

~Anonymous

[multi-fandom-trash-22]

An Ocean Away ~ Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: Song fic oneshot from the (unofficial) Bridgerton musical "Ocean Away" with reader and Sebastian Sallow. This idea has been in my head since I've listened to this song and seeing as though I don't know how to make animatics, a fanfic is the next best thing lol. I know there's a bunch of bs going on with those who made the unofficial Bridgerton musical but I still love the songs so meh. This fanfic will have spoilers so don't be mad if you haven't finished the game.

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~Reader POV~

It's finally here. The winter ball.

After the tragic events that took place last year, the Professors decided to host a ball to boost the students moral and help them forget about it a bit.

It'll be hard for me to forget. I still blame myself for Professor Fig's death.

Life's been hard since last year. My whole world was so full so quickly, only to have some of it ripped away from me just as fast.

Another person I've lost is Sebastian.

I managed to convince Ominis not to turn Sebastian in for the incident with his uncle. He wasn't happy about it, but I knew he didn't want to send his best friend away. No matter how strong his moral compass may be.

Though Sebastian stayed at Hogwarts, he started to drift away.

He didn't seem to want anything to do with Ominis and I no matter what we did to try to speak to him.

When summer finally came, we didn't hear from Sebastian at all.

We kept ourselves company with each other however.

Ominis and I became quite close during summer break.

The summer months flew by quickly. It was time to go back to school.

I was dreading it at first. The halls reminded me too much of all the hardships from the year prior.

My friends really helped me through everything. They were the perfect distraction when I started to fall into a slump.

When the Professors first announced the winter ball at the beginning of the school year, many students were excited.

Only 6th years and up were able to attend.

That was a few months ago. With it being the end of December, the ball was finally apon us.

Sebastian still hasn't spoken to Ominis or I. I see him less and less in class and in the halls.

Ominis and I decide to go to the ball together. Only as friends of course.

Ominis dorned his house colors, wearing a deep emerald green tux with a velvety texture. He looked quite dashing.

We decided to match our outfits. I enlisted the help of Natty and Poppy to find the perfect dress to wear.

My dress was also a deep emerald green to match Ominis. He even gifted me a snake necklace to wear.

"It will help us match more." He insisted.

It doesn't feel very wintery to me but I don't mind that much.

The dress itself was sleek like silk. It hugged my body in the right places and left room where need be. The back of the dress was open quite low. The dress also had a slight train to it. Little gold flecks could be found in the dresses fabric, causing it to sparkle when I moved. It was gorgeous.

The girls and I get ready and meet up at the top of the stairs.

I smile when I see Ominis and call out to him to get his attention.

"Hey! Ominis!" I shout over the crowd of people waiting for the Great Hall doors to open.

"Hello (Y/N)," He smiles back at me.

I lowly whistled when I looked Ominis over.

"Looking good, Gaunt." I smirk.

He rolled his eyes with a grin of his own before gesturing to me. "I'm sure you look amazing as well."

I laugh a bit and chat with him and the others as we wait for the doors to open.

All chatter soon ceases as the creaking of the large doors could be heard.

The students start steadily filing into the now decorated Great Hall.

Gone were the long tables and benches. It was a totally different room.

The usual floating candles were now dazzling chandeliers. There was a beautiful black marble dance floor in the middle of the room. Flanking it on the left and right are circle tables with white table cloths and sparkling snow globes as center pieces. Where the podium usually is at the front of the room, there is a band surrounded by instruments. Behind the makeshift stage, there are long tables set up with food and drinks set up. In the corners of the room, there are pine trees dusted with light snow. Last but not least, the ceiling was enchanted to snow. Soft small snowflakes drift towards the ground, melting before it hits the floor.

I am awestruck at the beautiful scenery in front of me.

Smiling, I turn to Ominis and excitedly describe the room around us. Ominis softly smiles at my enthusiastic description.

We make our way to one of the tables and I ask Ominis if he'd like anything to snack on or to eat. He politely nods his head and I make my way to the snack and drink table.

As I'm waiting for my turn to get Ominis and I something, I can't help but take a moment to appreciate the decor and hardwork the Professors put in to give us a memorable night.

My mind drifts to the events of last year. Surprisingly I only think of the good times. Which leads me to once again think of Sebastian.

"I wonder how he is doing..." I feel my face drop into a frown at the thought before I take a deep breath and focus on the now.

Finally getting to my turn for ordurves and refreshment, I stop as I go to grab two butterbeers for Ominis and I.

I smile lightly as I remember my first butterbeer. Sebastian and I had just finished defeating a troll in Hogsmead and were treated to complimentary butterbeer.

Other than Rookwood interrupting us, the rest of the time we chatted and got to know eachother more. The first leap towards our friendship.

I realize I'm slightly holding up the line so I quickly grab our butterbeers and some pumpkin pasties and head back to Ominis.

When I get there, I notice our friends have also seated themselves around Ominis.

We chat for a while before Ominis stands.

"Everything okay Ominis?" I question.

He holds his hand out before responding, "It wouldn't be much of a ball if we didn't dance. Care to join me?"

I smile widely and jump up and grab his hand, rushing towards the dance floor.

As we take our stances, I think I see a glimpse of Sebastian behind him.

Not wanting to worry Ominis, I keep it to myself for now.

The music starts and I try to keep my eyes away from where I saw Sebastian as we start our waltz.

"Why is he here? He can't speak to us yet he decides to come to a ball?" I angrily think to myself.

I quickly sneak another glance at Sebastian. His face is emotionless, not even glancing in our direction. My eyebrows furrow at that.

The music picks up the pace as we move our feet quicker. It feels as though the music is in tune with my emotions. Or vice versa.

My anger starts to swell. After all this time holding it in, it's starting to spill out.

"I did so much for him. What do I get in return? Ignored! Not to mention I let go that he called me ignorant and never even apologize. Maybe he didn't apologize because he truly thinks I am ignorant. Ugh!" I let out a loud sigh as my thoughts keep racing.

Ominis starts to sense how off I was.

He dips me out of nowhere.

I gasp and look at him with wide eyes.

"You seemed a tad distracted." Ominis grinned.

It takes me a moment of shock before I start laughing.

He lifts me back up and we continue dancing.

"I was. I'm okay now though. Thank you." I genuinely smile at him.

I'm not going to let Sebastian ruin my night.

~Sebastian POV~

I grumble to myself as I make my way down the stairs towards the Great Hall.

I don't know why I even decided to come to this ball. I don't have time for this while trying to search for a cure for Anne.

Ominis had sent me an owl. He told me (Y/N) and him were going and would like to see me go as well.

I battled with this idea for a while, hence why I'm a hour later to this thing than everyone else.

Fiddling with my tie, I glance down at my outfit once more. I'm wearing a dark green vest with a green tie under a black suit jacket.

I sigh before finally waltzing into the ball.

As I enter, the musicians start playing their instruments.

People start getting up from the circular tables and making their way to the dance floor.

I see Ominis immediately. His light hair being an easy target.

I frown down at my old clothes after admiring Ominis's velvet tux.

My frown drops as does my jaw once I see (Y/N). She looks exquisite.

Clearing my throat, I pull myself together. At that moment, I think our eyes meet.

It's only a fleeting moment before she quickly looks away around the room.

I lean against the far wall and try not to stare at the two.

People all around me are coupled up and flirting. I roll my eyes at that.

Turning my attention back to my two old friends, my eyebrows furrow.

They're laughing. Having the time of their lives while I'm sulking against a wall.

I sigh and make my way to the refreshment table.

Going to grab a butterbeer, I stopped and smiled. I remember the day (Y/N) told me she had never had a butterbeer. It was after we defeated a troll in Hogsmead. We talked for hours that day, just getting to know eachother.

My smile drops as I remember the rest of the events from last year. We both went through hell. And I had to drag her into mine when she had her own to go through.

I down the drink and make my way to the back of the room once again.

I see some suspicious looking students off to the side, laughing to themselves before pulling out their wands and raising it to the ceiling.

My eyes widen and I quickly make my way towards them. I'm too late however as they already shot a spell from their wands.

I glare at them before they dart out of the room, still cackling.

As I look up at the ceiling, I notice the snow stop falling and clouds start to swirl.

~(Y/N) POV~

Ominis and I are still laughing and dancing before a loud boom rings above us.

I quickly look up and notice the ceiling now swirling with clouds.

"(Y/N)? What's happening?" Ominis questions as he starts to pull his wand out.

I turn to the doors and notice a couple students peeking around the frame laughing.

I sigh, "It looks like a couple of our peers didn't think tonight was entertaining tonight. It looks like they tampered with the ceiling enchantment."

Ominis nods in understanding. He does continue pulling out his wand though.

"Maybe we should get to the side then. Who knows what they did." He activates his wand to help him find his way back to our table.

I hum in agreement and start to follow him before another loud boom of thunder is heard.

As I look up once again, it starts pouring.

I gasp as I'm quickly drenched with rain.

All the other students start shrieking and running out of the Great Hall, not wanting to ruin their expensive outfits more than they already are.

I start to make my way with the students before I stop in my tracks.

Taking a deep breath, I hold my arms out and smile up at the ceiling.

"This is what I needed." I think to myself.

Spinning in circles, I start laughing with pure glee.

~Sebastian POV~

I start to make my way towards Ominis and (Y/N) after the two students run out of the room.

I'm about 10 feet away as it starts to pour.

Ominis quickly makes his way out of the Great Hall. (Y/N) starts to follow after him and the rest of the students before she stops and smiles.

I raise an eyebrow at her peculiar behavior.

I walk up to her and grab her hand, stopping her from spinning.

"What are you doing? You're going to make yourself sick." I state and slowly remove my hand from hers.

I know I'm in trouble when her smile drops and she glares at me.

"Oh. Finally decided to speak to me?" She crosses her arms in anger.

I sigh and push my hair out of my face from the rain.

"Can we not do this now?" I plead.

She raises her brows and tilts her head slightly.

"Then when are we going to do this Sallow? Last I checked, Ominis and I weren't good enough for you to speak to." She spits at me.

The use of Sallow instead of Sebastian hurts more than I was expecting.

I cast my head down in thought before meeting her eyes once again.

"I...I'm sorry." I try.

She deadpans and raises an eyebrow as if to say 'is that all you got?'.

I take a deep breath and try again.

"I shouldn't have shut you out. Either of you. After last year I...I didn't want to drag you guys into anything else you'd regret. I hate that I brought you both into my idiocy last year. I'm not giving up on Anne and I'm willing to do anything I can to save her." I explain with a frown.

I hang my head at her lack of response.

Suddenly a hand is reaching out towards me.

I look up at the girl in front of me in confusion.

My confusion is doubled when I see the bright smile spread across her face.

"I've always been there for you Sebastian. I will continue to be there for you. Instead of pushing us away to keep us safe, let us make that decision ourselves." She earnestly says.

My eyes start to tear up and a smile starts to spread on my face.

"Now are you going to dance with me or not?" She smirks.

I laugh and grab her hand, pulling her towards me.

"I would love to." I whisper.

We start to dance slowly, our eyes not leaving each other.

The band, seeing us continuing our dance, started playing their instruments once again.

Some students rush back onto the dancefloor and continue to dance in the rain whilst laughing all around us.

"I've really missed you." I confess, brushing a wet strand of hair out of her face.

She softly smiles and rests her head on my chest.

"I've missed you too." She replies.

Resting my head on top of hers, we continue to sway, music and laughter all around us.

Best winter ball ever.

~Fin.~

Hello! I hope you liked this story. This idea has been in my head for the longest time so it was nice to get it out lol. Anywho, thanks for reading!

[k3llyb3an]

🎵🦉👖🌿🌸!! :)

🎵 Last song you listened to?

i was pulling up spotify for you when i realized this was playing in the background while i was wrapping up work tonight... fffff

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I'm a night owl. That being said I tried to build my work schedule as early as possible because I don't want to spend my most creative and functional hours at a job. So I've violently forced myself into a morning person life style.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

I don't really wear jeans anymore. I think I only own one pair at this point and I never really liked them even when I wore them every day.

I only recently started wearing sweatpants because I'm working from home now. I flop from one side of my bed to the other to activate work mode so I just needed something comfortable and warm to wear. I bought a bunch of cute ones from here. The designs are cute and the sweatpants are thick and comfortable to wear.

I don't really go outside in sweatpants though. I like wearing leggings and stockings when I'm out. I got a bunch of cute stockings from here that I pair with a lot of cute skirts I got from @mayakern's store here.

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

My favorite outfit is ... hm. I like clothes a lot so this is hard. Maybe. One day I wore a black long sleeve top and a bright red solid colored skirt. And I took a red and black buffalo plaid long sleeved shirt and tied it around my waist sideways so it layered over the red skirt to give it some dimension. and i had thick black stockings on and black boots with black laces that kinda seamlessly transitioned into one another so you couldn't tell where the boot ended and the stockings started. and my hair was a little longer so i did a kinda gibson girl-esque updo. i think i drew it on a sticky note the day i wore it... YES.

I don't get to dress up much working from home though so I end up over dressing whenever I go out to do errands now lmao -- but this was a banger.

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

HM. Well. I was recently in a situation where I was being hardcore gaslit so it's a little hard for me to receive compliments these days and feel like they're genuine unless they're from someone I trust. Especially when it's about my intelligence or my work ethic. I can't really control how smart I'm perceived as and I work almost compulsively hard where I think it's detrimental to myself at this point. That being said when I post art or silly things on here and I read through the tags and people earnestly put their feelings about it I really value that. Being told something is really funny or well made reminds me why I like creating things and it in turn makes me want to create again.

[funkyfoxolotl]

home away from home

chapter two

colorful city

I blink the nightmares out of my head as i hit the ground on the other side of the rift

“Oh first master” is all i catch before being face to face with a young man around my age, his orange outfit matches the old photos of ninja gi’s in our history textbooks, with plate armor on his shoulder and head more similar to a kingambit’s.

“You ok? That looked like a hard fall '' I nod as I pick myself up from the ground with one hand and pull out the high range walkie talkie from my bag.

“Celeste to home base. I've made it over and” i look out to the sea of buildings not unlike levincia back home

“It looks like a mildly advanced city. Over "I spin to see the rift, its closing. Someone is shooting at it with a bright green beam.  I look to the source of said beam and see a young man in a green gi, his hood down to reveal blonde hair in a short ponytail. 

Colors pour out from my steps as I run over to him, that's my way home, and given the context I'm sure he’s why it was unstable. “Stop. please, that's my way home "I barrel into his side and the green stops pouring from his hands while we fall onto the ground.

To late

It closed 

I'm stuck

“Kid, what are you” it was then i noticed my bright trail from here to where my bag lay open on the ground. Oh gods, even my clothes looked splotched. I look down at the man as color seeps into his gi. That's odd the colors seemed purposeful, blacks golds and purples danced in the cloth.

“It's not supposed to do that” I sputtered as I climbed off the blonde. A gold shimmering symbol appeared on his right shoulder pad. I start to apologize and tell him I can fix it but he just gets up without a word.

“Are you an elemental master?” a what. Guess my face gave away that i'm not from here, if everything else didn't.  I mumble about being a demigod and blah blah small talk while I grab my bag.

“So you're a demigod of, what colors?” I nod as I pull out the delicately carved pokeball I put Miri in for the transport. I let zer out getting me some strange and amazed looks from who i now know as lloyd the skinny blonde in green, and arin the only slightly shorter black haired teen in orange.

“Miri travel mode please, im starting to think we’re gonna be here a while” the bright leds in zer neck, legs, and tail dim and fade to conserve energy. 

“So, I'm guessing you're going to need a place to stay- uhm, what's your name? '' Arin removed his horned hood to fully reveal his short black afro whilst talking to me.

“Celeste. My name is Celeste, and yes I would love to stay with you all. Especially given I'm gonna need to fix your sensei’s gi at some point” a word waterfall spilled out faster than i had hoped as i rambled about how my powers aren't normally that intricate, answering a few questions about my life and home.

“Sensei is a demigod too you know” earned poor Arin a god damn it look from said sensei, but he just kept talking and talking about lloyds family history. He ended up talking about something called an oni “a creature of destruction and darkness” he called them.

“Oni sound similar to my worlds ‘abyssal’, the soul stripped husks of an ancient race of people who worshiped the night” the look on lloyds face showed that he had thoughts he wasn't ready to say, while Arin got comfortable on the mat i had set out for us all to sit on. I ramble on about my world for a while as Arin listens intently. Asking questions every few sentences.

I get to talking about my family and bring up star. my shapeshifting older sister. And Lloyd seems more interested now, I'm starting to think he doesn't know much about his heritage. 

Arin says that he heard shapeshifting was like having a bunch of forms that are all just you in different bodies, which i explained was wrong

“Each form can have a mind of its own, but they tend to work together for the better of their main form. If you neglect one of those minds or arceus forbid try to cage it, it will start to work against you to gain control.” Arin seemed fascinated and looked like he could listen forever. But lloyd looked like he had an epiphany and an anxiety attack at the same time, he gestured for us to pack up and follow him

I gather the blanket up and stuff it back in my pack and explain it would be faster if we went on Miri while Lloyd gave directions. I received a head nod and off we went, i asked lloyd a few questions about power and if we could fashion a charge adapter so Miri could charge. He confirmed there was a good chance we could get something set up when we got to their home.

Their city was beautiful even from the outskirts we traveled on. It was bright and colorful like the flames of a flareon at the color festival, and the night sky was a dance of auroras that remind me of the night I made my first journey to town to see the stellaris lights last year. A sign of perfect harvest to them, but a sign our mother was thinking of us to me and vincent.

“Do you mind if I go to sleep?” I get some odd looks but Lloyd and Arin seem to trust Miri to listen. I shut my eyes and lay back on the seat. 

I think this is going to be a nice adventure mom.

I reach my hand up to my necklace and feel all the carvings.

 I'll tell you all about it soon mama, when you come home i'll tell you everything ive seen.

…

Goodnight

[puppygirlsounding]

Had

Quite

The day.

I, got crossfaded so hard the night before I woke up still high. Then once I finally got up, I started to do my laundry by getting everything together. Only to be interrupted by my friend asking me to go to a pop up cafe themed around Ouran High School Host Club of all things. Which I have never seen, but I am vaguely aware of. I agreed to go with my friend, and that made me decide to switch my plans. So I shelved the laundry in lieu of much needed clothes shopping. I walked down to a nearby outdoor mall and started with shoes, which went like shite because no one carries my size in stores. So I gave that up in about 30 minutes. I was debating going to a plus sized women's clothing store. Since I live in Texas and still go stealth most of the time I was anxious. Yet I wandered in anyways. I was really determined to buy something, I've been in this store before but only when older women were working. So I always went in with the lie ready that I was shopping for my conveniently me sized gf and just bought small stuff like underwear. This time however I was immediately clocked by an enby who could probably read the panic in my soul through my eyes. In comes the next 2 hours of this lovely person having me try on everything they could find in my size. I was sweating, practically fainted, forgot to bring water. It was a grueling experience, but in the end I found an outfit and made it out right on cue to meet my friend for the event. We went and had some delicious drinks, his treat. Also a little cake they were selling as part of the event. After all that we came back to my place and I finally could relax. We hung out the rest of the night. I cooked some amazing teriyaki chicken meatballs for us. We hung out, listened to a bunch of our favorite music, planned a new DND character for me. I have not had such a spontaneous 24 hours in years. The entire day just kind of happened, it was great. I'm now so tired I'm probably going to bed soon after I post this.

Before that though I'm going to post these cute ass pictures I took of course. If you read all the way through that and didn't just skip to here you're a champ.

[relentless7171]

I enjoy resting on both his lap and shoulder

hoodies

netflix

denim jackets

there's too many things to choose from I just love boys

I don't drink tea

I don't really drink coffee either but I'd have a coffee with a lot of milk

auburn

I can't drive yet but I do want to get my licence

I have a massive crush on my boyfriend @geggorys

I don't really watch any sports but I think stuff like the women's world cup deserves more respect

I think I'm more of a neutral colour guy idm neon and pastel it's just rare for me to wear clothes of those colours

i don't wear make up but I would like to learn how to use make up and having my bf do my make up sounds fun and I'm sure he'd enjoy it

idm what height boys are I myself am 5'11 and my bf is a little shorter than me and I love him but he's grown a little recently and I like the added height too

I like both but I usually do nose kisses

my bfs scent is my favourite I'd bottle it up and spray it in me if I could

I'd go on any type of date tbh we've gone on a bunch and I just enjoy spending time with him regardless of the activity and environment

a cabin getaway

I haven't seen maybe butni find bros to be quite silly and I keep meaning to watch broke back mountain

I do believe in love at first sight

I am in love with my bf and was for years before we started dating I just didn't realise 💀

I like both I enjoy having him in my lap and wrapping around him but I also love being in his lap and feeling cosy (I usually end up asleep)

I'd love both types of bracelets and have some loom bands ones on rn but I think metal is more ideal bc I'd end up breaking cloth ones 😭

him saving I love you for the first time is one of my favourite memories and him asking me put but really I cherish ever memory I have of him

I think i tilt my head to the right

I'd love to take his last name and we've already agreed on it

I don't really want kids and neither does he but if he ever said to me he wanted a kid I'd be open to the idea

we do interlock fingers sometimes but tend not to unless we are sitting down and it can get a bit hard to with us both wearing multiple rings

idk, any compliment I get from him makes me happy he could say anything and I'd be giggling and kicking my feet

I yearn to fall asleep with him next to me.and to wake up next to him would be amazing

I don't really have any turn offs tbh

he makes me blush it could be any little thing and I can feel myself blushing

coffee shop date we've had a few and It makes me happy seeing him enjoy his drinks

I tend to be big spoon bc I am bigger than him and I love to having him in my arms but when I am little spoon I enjoy it a lot too

just all of him caught my eye I can't really lick one thing out I just love all of him

I'd love flowers but it's not really a viable gift rn but if I ever got flowers I'd do ebrrything to take care of them and make sure he knew how much I enjoyed them

matching outfits sounds cute tbh and he's got a lot of my.cpotjes so we end up unintentionally matching anyway

he asked me out but around that time I was also trying to piece together a way to tell him about my feelings for him he just beat me to it

I love when he's shy bc I can baby him but I also love when he's confident

Harvey by her's is one I listened to a lot whilst thinking about him

mlm asks!

I never see these so I decided to make one lol~

Do you like resting your head in a boys lap, or on his shoulder?

Sweaters or hoodies?

Netflix or clubbing on a Friday night?

Denim or leather jackets?

What’s your favorite thing about boys?

How do you like your tea?

How do you like your coffee?

Favorite fall color?

Can you drive?

Do you have a crush?

What’s your favorite sport?

Are you a pastel, neon, or neutral color mlm?

Do you wear makeup?

Do you like boys taller or shorter than you?

Do you prefer hand kisses, or nose kisses?

What’s your favorite cologne smell?

Ideal date?

What’s more romantic: cabin getaway, or tropical vacation?

What’s your favorite mlm movie?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Have you ever been in love?

Do you like sitting in a boys lap, or do you prefer when a boy sits in yours?

Metal or cloth bracelets?

What’s one of your favorite memories of being in love?

Do you tilt your head to the left or right when you kiss?

Would you like to take his last name when you marry?

Do you want kids?

Do you interlock fingers when you hold hands?

What’s a compliment you’d love to receive from a boy?

What’s better, waking up to him in the morning, or falling asleep next to him at night?

Any turn offs?

What makes you blush?

Coffee shop or dog park date?

Big spoon or little spoon?

What first catches your eye?

Would you enjoy it if he bought you flowers?

Do you think matching couple outfits are cute or cheesy?

Have you ever asked a boy out?

Which is cuter, him being confident, or shy?

What’s one of your fave love songs?

[eldritchsurveys]

1215.

Thoughts on Pokemon Go? >> I think it’s a neat concept. I don't play it, personally, because I'm not into the gameplay aspect of Pokémon (I just think the creatures are fun).

What podcasts do you listen to, if any? >> I don't, it's not a form of media I feel like I have any time in my life to devote to (considering all the other media I interact with already). The only podcast I ever listened to more than like 3 episodes of is Welcome to Night Vale, back when that was new and popular. I would still listen to it but I'm just so far behind in it by now that I can't be bothered. But who knows what the future holds. I do keep up with another podcast through its transcripts (I've actually never listened to it, only read it; I might go back and listen to at least a few episodes eventually now that I'm already invested, but we'll see) -- The Silt Verses.

Which period of history was your favorite to learn about in school? >> I didn't enjoy history in school at all. Which makes sense, since in most USAmerican public schools, "history class" is more like "memorise a bunch of dates and historical figures, most of which are related to all the wars the US has started or escalated, whilst we fill your heads with a bunch of patriotic atrocity-whitewashing nonsense class".

If you’re a tea drinker, what’s your tea of choice? If not, what’s your favorite beverage in general? >> Lapsang souchong is my top favourite, but that's hard to get a hold of so mostly I drink my other faves -- various herbals and such.

What was your most recent binge watch? >> I don't binge-watch things. The most episodes of something I'll watch in a day is 4, and that's for shows that run 20-30 minutes per episode, like anime.

What’s the oldest thing currently in your house? >> I have no idea.

What’s something silly you believed as a child? >> Nothing comes to mind.

What’s the last thing you cooked or heated up? >> The last thing I heated up was a sandwich in the toaster oven. The last thing I cooked was rice cooker fried rice.

Are you excited at all for the upcoming Olympics? .

Last video game you played? >> FFXIV.

Which of your parents’ birthdays did you last celebrate? What did you do? .

If you use Snapchat, do you post to your story or send individual snaps more often? .

Have you ever used a power tool? Which one? .

Is your favorite color the same as when you were a kid? >> I don't think I had one when I was a child.

Can you see a picture frame from where you are? What’s in that frame? >> The picture frame on the shelf across the room from me has a Dark Tower art print in it. The one next to it has a stylised drawing of New Orleans.

What is your go-to summer outfit? >> Cutoff shorts and a t-shirt is the easiest thing right now. I really need more clothes. The cutoff shorts technically don't even fit, they're too tight.

If you have Facebook, what is one of the topic trending right now? If you don’t, what is the most recent news you heard? >> I use the Facebook Purity extension, so I don't see any of that other shit. My feed is strictly people and pages I follow. I also haven't heard any recent news from any other source. Who was the last person you know to graduate? .

Think of the farthest place you’ve traveled to. Do you have any souvenirs from there? >> The farthest I’ve travelled is from NY to Colorado (and back). I don’t have any souvenirs from either place.

Does your town put on any fireworks displays for the 4th of July and/or other holidays? >> There is a formal display that the city itself puts on (it's Saturday the 6th, this year), but fireworks are legal for regular people to purchase too, unfortunately, so basically I've been hearing fireworks for the past week and will continue to hear them until midmonth.

Do you know the number of the fire truck/engine closest to your house? >> I do not.

Have you ever met anyone the EXACT same age as you (some birthdate and year)? >> I don't think so.

When was the last time you or someone else said/used your middle name for something? >> Whenever I go to a food place where you give your name so they can call for you when your order is ready, I use my middle name. It's easier to parse than my first name, which saves everyone time and saves me an annoyance.

Do you own anything covered in glitter? >> I do not.

When was the last time you rolled your eyes? At what? >> I did watch some Riverdale earlier so I probably comically rolled my eyes at something on there, lol. Oh you know what, it was probably when Veronica said "mobsplain". Dialogue in this show really cracks me up sometimes.

Have you ever helped plan a wedding? >> Mine, yeah. Do you get overwhelmed easily? >> You have no idea.

Do you like mozzarella sticks? >> Eh. I get the appeal when they're piping hot but as soon as they cool down even an iota they turn into like... fried glue.

What was the last blue thing you touched? >> There's a body pillow next to me that's blue, and I'm sure I've touched that at some point today.

What was the last email you sent about? .

If you had to name one of your children after a friend, solely based on their name alone, who would you choose? .

Do you like caramel? >> I do, but I'm really picky about it. I don't like the caramel you'd find in most common candies. It's like a cheap imitation of the actual thing.