#I'm pretty whatever about matching post-length

[riki-riks-chick]

Milk (Remastered) ┃Y.JW

sub!jungwon x dom!reader

yn punishing jungwon for touching himself without permission

cw: handjobs, orgasm denial/delay, edging, kissing, mommy kink, yn calling jw "kitten", cum eating, crying, dacryphillia, overstimming, cock rings, silk ties, prior consent, blow job.

wdct: 1.5k

this request but revamped bc i hate the original. It has 3x the word count so hopefully its much better and has more feeling. 🥰

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Third Person POV~

It's been a relatively long day, you just got off of work, and now you're stepping into your apartment, but something is off. Usually Jungwon will come greet you the second he hears the door unlock, but you just assume that he's off somewhere sleeping or just watching random videos on his phone.

You take off your heels, your blazer following as you lay it over the back of the couch. As you make your way towards your bedroom, you start to hear small noises, moans, quiet groans, and wet little squelching sounds.

It immediately clicks why Jungwon didn't greet you at the door. You walk in, immediately catching Jungwon's eyes which are now slightly wide.

You have a specific rule about him touching himself. It's prohibited unless he has permission. Right now, he clearly doesn't, so you let out a chuckle, unbuttoning the top few buttons of your shirt as you roll your sleeves up.

"Having fun, baby?.." You ask, cocking your head to the side as you glance at Jungwon. He lets out a needy moan, and you can tell that you interrupted right when he was about to cum.

"You just couldn't wait for mommy to get home, could you baby?" You smile, climbing on the bed as you straddle his lap, taking his length into your hand as he winces. His mind is racing a mile a minute. The adrenaline from being caught, you sitting so prettily on top of him, and your hand wrapped around his cock.

The feeling is deafening. And he's all for it. "I missed you so much, mommy..." He whines, moaning when you fist around his tip before pulling your hand away.

"I missed you too, kitten... It's a shame I have to punish you though.." His eyes widen at your words, head shaking instantly. "Please... I won't do it again..."

"Shh... I know you won't.. Punishments teach you to know better.." You smile, getting off the bed as you walk into your closet, rummaging through a drawer to pull out some baby blue silk ties and a matching cock ring.

You then walked back to the bed, making him lay down as you put the cock ring on him, watching him squirm. You tie his wrists to the bed post with the silk ties, smiling as you take a moment to take in his appearance.

You then straddle his thighs, using the lube he had beside him as you stroke his length, watching his face twist with pleasure.

You loved seeing him like this. All tied up in front of you, moaning cutely. It makes you feel good simply just watching him writhe.

The more you stroke him, the more sounds he releases and its music to your ears. You place your hand on his throat, tilting his head back as you lean down to kiss him, swallowing every sweet sound he releases as you rub your thumb over his tip.

He tries to buck his hips up against yours,but you sitting on top of him is making it harder to move. "Stop moving..." You command, stroking him faster as you lean down to kiss his neck, sucking bruises into his pretty skin. "I'm gonna cum..." He whimpers, pulling against the silk ties as you pull your hand off of his length, denying him of the pleasure. He whines as you stop touching him, biting his lip to supress the moan. "Mommy.. Please.. I'll do whatever you say.. Just let me cum.." He begs, squirming beneath you as you smile, moving off his lap and kneeling between his legs instead.

You take his length into your hand again, kissing his blush colored cockhead before licking it a few times. The second you wrap your lips around his cockhead, he's seeing stars. The way you swirl your tongue around him is incredible, and he can feel his stomach turn. "Please... fuck." He wants to tug on your hair and force his cock down your throat, he wants to touch you, but he can't. And it's killing him. You pull off again, already able to tell that he's close by the way he's moaning. And he cries out, his body jolting.

"M-Mommy please... I've been so good.. Let me cum.." He's begging and he's desperate. You've probably been here for only fifteen minutes now, and Jungwon's already reached his limit, squirming and begging beneath you. It doesn't take much edging to drive him insane.

"Oh, but kitten we're just getting started." You laughed seductively, making Jungwon shiver. You trail the coffin shaped length of your nail down his length, running over the baby blue cock ring that's still sitting prettily against his rosy flesh.

You're still fully clothed, pantsuit now slightly wrinkled from the position you're sitting in. When you found Jungwon like this, you only thought to punish him for the fun. And now he's begging to cum, and you aren't planning on letting him any time soon.

You wrapped your hand around his length yet again, stroking him with a slightly fast pace, the melodic sounds of your silver bracelets clinking echoing with every swift flick of your wrist.

He squirmed beneath you, wanting to move his legs but being unable to with your weight on top of him. "Y/n, shit.." He lets out a guttural moan, straining against the silk ties. His cock is dripping with his precum, and the rosy red color of his tip heavily reflects his need to cum.

Everytime he gets even remotely close, you stop, and it's unbearable. "Mommy... Please.. I wanna cum.." He's near tears and it turns you on even more. The way he's pulling against the silk ties, the way his cock is twitching against the air, and the way his hair falls into his eyes. It's all so hot.

"Jungwon... Baby, your begging is useless.. Bad boys get punished don't they?.." He nods at your question, though he's still sniffling. It's clear he's in shambles.

You continue tugging at his aching erection and he moans loud, writhing beneath you. "Mmm.. fuck.." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you pull away yet again, ripping him from yet another orgasm.

He cries this time, fat streams of tears rolling down his cheeks as he sobs, his cock twitching pitifully. "P-Please... I can't t-take it anymore.. It h-hurts.. Let me c-cum, please.." He's now pleading and your heart is hurting watching him cry.

"Oh, my precious kitten... You're so pitiful, baby.." You smile, leaning down to kiss him as he kisses back eagerly, whimpering against your lips.

"You wanna cum that bad? Hm?" You ask as he nods. "Yes, please mommy.. Wanna cum so bad."

You smile at his earnest, wiping his tears as you take his length into your hold once more, fisting his tip as you rub it mercilessly, watching him buck against you.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum..." He sobs, moaning loudly as you stroke him faster, watching his load shoot from his blushed tip, landing either on your hand or his abdomen. "Good boy.. So much cum, kitten..."

You pull your hand away, dragging your fingers through his cum before sliding them into your mouth, sucking them clean. Jungwon whimpers at the sight.

"Y/n..." His voice is hoarse as he tugs on the silk ties, his eyes glowing with a plead for you to untie him. You comply, undoing the ties as you kiss his wrists, rubbing them softly. "Were they too tight?" You ask as he shakes his head.

In seconds he's pulling you closer, kissing you as he moans, tugging lightly on your hair. You pull back after a few seconds, smiling at him as you kiss his forehead. "I love you so much.."

He smiles weakly at your words, his hands dropping to your sides as he squeezed your waist gently. "I love you too.."

He kisses you again, and you can feel the love in his kiss, the passion. Every second spent with Jungwon is purely intimate and you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Let's get you cleaned up.."

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I hope this is way better 💚 i took breaks and worked on it all day.

[utilitycaster]

Whenever people are like "well LIAM'S characters never faced any backlash when HE played characters in the spotlight" and "no one will let WOMEN have negative qualities" when Caleb and Vax and Orym have received pretty constant hate for main character/sadboy/scene stealing and when meta writers outright stopped talking about Imogen because a particularly mindless set of hit dogs are still hollering about how she is so good and kind and how dare you call her selfish, it's really like...in the service of trying to make your failure of a point you've just said something that literally anyone with a memory lasting longer than the apocryphal goldfish length can immediately debunk, which in turn absolutely shreds your credibility going forward, if you had it.

More generally there's something very vile here, because on the surface this statement does look like an attempt, if one ignorant of pretty much any fandom conversation, to defend women. The thing is it's come from a place of defending Dorian and Ashton's plan - a man, and a nb person who would not identify as a woman - that requires a particularly great deal of sacrifice from the women of the party. So of course they just switch tactics. Instead of "how dare the fandom not think women are always best" it's "how dare the fandom disrespect a disabled nb person and a person played by an indigenous actor." And I'm sure they'll switch again. Because pretty much every character in this campaign is on some axis of oppression, and there's a few people in this fandom who, instead of considering these things as important details that inform these characters, seem to largely treat their minority statuses as ammunition. Feminism and antiracism and queer advocacy are all just part of a shell game to them - accuse everyone who disagrees with them of being a bigot, say that their opinions are inviolate because they match that of literally any character who isn't a cis het white man, of which Bells Hells has none. Unsurprisingly, it's that social media purity culture that's just the evangelical church with a gay hat: they are always the victim, and everyone who disagrees is the devil, and being a good person always happens to line up with what you already wanted.

There are several posts from the past day or so accusing people of liking Campaign 3 less than the two previous ones which refused to accept that this might be due to the hurry-up-and-receive-an-infodump pacing, the singular focus without much time spent on backstory, the gaps in party composition, and the fact that the plot manages to combine the weakest elements of each campaign - the fetch quest/NPC guidance heavy nature of C1, and the meandering/slow start of C2. No, it must be the awful, sinful fandom unable to handle the lack of a major M/M ship (false; Dorian and Orym aren't canon, but neither were Vax and Gilmore, and the latter was sunk far sooner) and the fact that a female character is at the center of the story (see above re: how hostile the same people making these accusations have been to anyone who actually wants to discuss Imogen in a way that doesn't fit their specifications). Just to repeat this: many fans have outlined a number of purely narrative and structural reasons why C3 isn't working for them. These people have assumed this is all a lie, because assuming otherwise that would require either addressing these critiques, which in turn would require admitting other people can have valid opinions that oppose their own without being horrible bigots - in favor of throwing out whatever random accusations they think might stick. It doesn't matter what's actually being said; they're not actually listening, and for all they might talk about fans of color they sure all seem to be white; for all they talk about misogyny and queerphobia they sure won't hesitate to immediately assume the worst of queer people and women who say things they don't like. And rarely do they address any of the actual ongoing bigotry that does exist in the fandom; it's all random accusations because you agreed with the white woman instead of the brown man or vice versa; or it's the constant dredging of years past discourse that, as the first paragraph indicates, they will then ignore whenever convenient.

These are all pretty transparent signs of a bad faith actor spreading misinformation. To be clear I don't think this is any kind of conspiracy or has any organization to it. I think it's a just handful of deeply self-absorbed people who either refuse or literally cannot comprehend that someone could disagree with them without being a bad person and who will gleefully cry wolf with these accusations of bigotry. But it's been going on for quite some time and it's been a problem this campaign in a way I at least do not recall it in past ones, and it's had an absolutely devastating effect on the fandom conversation. Ironically, by trying to boost Imogen and Campaign 3 by shutting down any criticism of them, they've shut down far more of the conversation, hopefully not irreversibly, and I think it's time to point that out.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Wait, how would Cooper feel about thigh high stockings with some of those heels? Possibly a garter belt too? Or even just knowing that his partner has them on underneath whatever they usually wear? My mind goes blank when I see them on a pretty lady (or a man or anyone else really, I'm bisexual) Something about wearing them also makes me feel super hot but also powerful? Is that weird?

Oh, they feel very powerful, Anon. That's definitely not weird. In fact, I'd argue that that's one of the main selling points of them. It's very empowering and confidence-boosting to feel desirable and sexy.

That's why Cooper would absolutely adore seeing you in the entire get-up. He'd also like seeing you be so confident...

I think it would start small, maybe him gifting you your first very nice set of lingerie for your first Valentine's Day together. To you and your current financial situation, nice lingerie is simply defined as "a cute-ish top and bottoms that match and aren't completely ratty".

It's been about a year since he and Barb officially divorced, and about four months since you and Cooper started dating. You're both still quite low-key about it, not wanting to deal with the drama or the guilt of making Barb feel bad, but you're wild about one another. Coop likes being with someone who is more down-to-earth like he is, someone who he could really see raising chickens with him. You enjoy the older man's kindness, his generous nature, all the things he can show and teach you from years of life experience.

You aren't inexperienced, sexually, but the things you've tried aren't exactly adventurous. He catches you reading a steamy novel one evening, though, and suddenly you're getting quite the interrogation about what naughty things you like while he tickles you and kisses at your neck. And trust me, you will be divulging that information; he's a patient man, and if he has to wait until the next time you have an extra glass of wine with dinner to ask again, he will.

One of the things you eventually mention, lips loose after too much New Year's champagne, is how you've always liked the idea of dressing up in sexy lingerie, high heels and all, parading around a tied-up man like a prowling seductress.

So, naturally, you're over the moon when, a week before Valentine's Day, he gives you a gorgeous satiny bra and panty set and some stockings to go with. The sizing is perfect, of course, because he's so wonderful about attention to detail. The garter belt confuses you when you try it on, but eventually you manage to wrestle it all into place, and you're blown away by your reflection in the mirror. Cooper insists you don't show him what it looks like on until the day of, and you keep to that. But after your romantic dinner together that evening, you find yourself almost overly giddy to get out of the nice dress you'd chosen for your date. He's been shooting you heart-stopping glances all night, running his eyes up and down your body like he knows what you're hiding underneath your clothes.

Which, of course, he does.

When you finally get home, he takes great pleasure in slowly peeling you out of the thing, revealing the black satin and silk and the little bow between your breasts. Your feet have much less traction than usual against the hardwood floors in the stockings, but you're sure in your step as his eyes on you give you a huge confidence boost. Leading him to his bedroom, you push him down on the bed and kiss him for a long while before telling him to stay put, disappearing from the room and reappearing with a few lengths of rope in hand, his white cowboy hat on your head.

A few minutes later, his arms are outstretched just enough to keep him from being able to reach his body with his hands, the knots around his arms and the headboard posts nice and secure. He taught you the knots, and you'd really enjoyed learning them, but you still didn't think it had been fair of him to test your knowledge on them while he made you cockwarm him. But that's a score to settle another day.

You enjoy taking your time teasing him, running your tongue and nails along his chest and stomach, noting the way he shivers as you run your fingers along the waistband of his slacks. After he pleads a little, you free him from his open fly and tease him with your lips and tongue until he's pleading again. You smile wickedly at him as you move back.

Balancing on your rear and your palms, you lean back as far as you can while still staying upright between his knees, slowly and intentionally running your silk-clad feet all along the planes of his bare chest, appreciating his physique as you tease all the way up to his collar bones. A giggle leaves you when he cranes his neck to allow himself to nibble at your ankles, but the playful little kick you give him to the forehead sends him staring you down with a heat in his gaze. When he's settled down, you move your feet back down to the trail of hair that leads to his twitching, throbbing erection.

"Dirty tricks, little lady." he growls when you start to gently rub your smooth sole back and forth across his cock. You've managed to sniff out this particular kink of his between all the "secret" little glimpses at you after you take off your heels at the end of the day, the glut of compliments about how pretty your feet are, the regular pedicures he happily pays for. The massages where he can barely conceal his growing erection. You'd thought it a little strange at first, but he didn't judge you for your stranger proclivities, so you tried your best to grant him the same grace.

Plus, it was really quite hot how worked up he got about it, and you certainly didn't mind all the gifted shoes.

Since you've already been working him up and teasing him, he quickly reaches his end. You're both a little shocked by exactly how hard he cums, and how much, jet after hot jet spattering across his chest, his stomach, and your stockings, a low, guttural groan leaving him as you continue to gently pet at him until he pleads with you to stop. You can't help but notice that he seems like he's having a hard time meeting your gaze.

The whole display is incredibly erotic to you, despite what you may have thought about this sort of thing before. You'd never considered how much you could enjoy having a man you actually liked and trusted thinking your feet were very, very sexy, and now the whole thing has you ready to plant yourself down on him and never get off.

"Well, are you gonna untie me so I can return the favor, darlin'?" he asks eventually, face and neck still pink as he finally seems to gather up the courage to look over at you. You grin, slinking forward to lean in and kiss him deeply, running your fingers through the cooling rivulets of semen painting his toned chest.

"Mmm, I dunno, cowboy." you tut, pulling his hat from your head and giving your hair a seductive shake as you place it onto his. "I sorta like you like this. I'm thinking about maybe taking you for a little test ride."

His muscles flex against his restraints as he grins impishly at you. You have him under your control, and you intend to keep him that way for quite a while. Your pretty lingerie will definitely be destroyed by the time you're finished with each other, but no worries; he's got another of the exact same set hidden in the closet, ready to replace it so you can have one to actually keep.

He's just thoughtful like that. 😈

To the innocent anon: I'm sorry I used your submission to write foot job porn. :( Well, I'm kinda sorry.

I do feel at least a little bad, scout's honor.

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

would you ever consider translating sasara and rosho’s new duet? i’m sure it would be a real undertaking what with all the manzai, but i’ve always loved your style of localizing jokes! hope you’re having a great day!

You're very kind. Just for you, anon, I'll brave the horror of Dotsuhon lyrics translation. Under a cut for length. This post is so long Tumblr won't save all of it, so it'll have to be done in two goes.

Notes about style: No attempt to preserve rhyme or rhythm. Likewise, no attempt to match the vocal tone/line delivery/line length of the voice actors. (Ie, I'm not writing subtitles, so it might sound odd if you try to listen to the song at the same time as reading this.) The primary focus is on written tone, including wordplay, so strict adherence to literal meaning is not observed. In particular, since this is supposed to sound like a (radio?) comedy sketch, I'm trying to write it with the generally jocular tone such a performance would have in English. Some notes on jokes to follow for those curious. Sasara and Roshou: Hey, folks! Sasara: You're listening to the one and only Dotsuitare Hompo from Osaka. Roshou: Thanks for having us tonight! Sasara: We're Sasara Nurude and... Roshou: ...Roshou Tsutstujimori. Sasara: We usually have a third guy with us, our older buddy Rei Amayado, but he wasn't able to make it for some reason or another. So, you're stuck with the two of us today. Roshou: Sorry, sorry, and thanks again for having us. Sasara: Anyway, things sure are tough out there these days, huh? Roshou: You're telling me. Sasara: So I'd like to get on the mic and say a couple of jokes, cheer folks up a little bit in this whole mess. Roshou: You? You're the biggest mess there is. [1] But you're right. All anyone needs is a good, hot meal and a couple of laughs, and they're set. Sasara: Yeah! A good, hot banquet or three and a personal comedian. All a person needs in life! Roshou: A tad more expensive than I'd intended, but sure. Sasara: And then if you get a good night's sleep with a warm futon riiiight on the floor, then you're in heaven! Roshou: Wait, hold on. You'll catch a cold sleeping like that! You need a quilt or something at least. Sasara: But then what if I overheat? I'd rather quilt while I'm in bed. Roshou: ...Wait, you messed that up. It's supposed to be "quilt while I'm ah--" whatever, let's move on. [2] [Chorus] Sasara and Roshou: We'll keep our chins up and get through this bad time. And we'll set the whole city laughing until even Tsuutenkaku cracks up. [3] Sasara: Don't worry, everybody. I know things are pretty turbulent right now, but it won't last forever. And hey, at least the state of the world right now is like okonomiyaki, and we all know how much I love that! [4] Roshou: In what sense? Sasara: It keeps getting flipped upside down! [5] Roshou: Oh my god, Sasara. Well, at times like this, it never hurts to have seafood... Sasara: I see food, I eat it! Roshou: ...or anything fried... Sasara: After all this chaos, I know I'm fried. Roshou: ...not to mention smothered in sauce. Sasara: You getting saucy with me, mister? [6] But now you're talking my language! And also, the other day I sewed a--wait, did someone say soda? [7] Roshou: Yes, yes, we all know you love cream soda, but you don't need to bring it into every conversation! Sasara: OK(nomiyaki), that's fair. [8] Roshou: Same goes for okonomiyaki! Sasara: Geez, Roshou, what's your problem? Work with me here; commit to the bit. Roshou: Bit of what? [9] Sasara: The routine! That's my motto: always commit to the bit. Roshou: Well, maybe you'd finally get somewhere in life if you tried committing to the whole thing. [10] Sasara: Hey, low blow. We don't all come with your level of ginger. Roshou: No, but you know what does? Okonomiyaki! [11]

[suicidalslasher]

𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙 ★ 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝐾

{Not a full-length story as I wanted it to be, but I wanted to post something as I haven't posted in a while. Hope you enjoy this blurb - I guess you could say??? - for one of my pretty babies, Kurt. <33 }

Warnings / summary. Female reader, she&her pronouns. I think that's it. Kurt being a pervert, basically. Reader is a camgirl and Kurt is obsessed with her. That's about it. Sadly, no actual smut, it's an open ending so use your imagination, lmfaoo.

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❝You are NOT driving like this!❞  (Y/N)'s friend hissed, taking the keys away from her, dropping them into her bag and throwing it over her shoulder, out of reach from (Y/N).  "I can drive. I'm fine. G'me my keys." (Y/N) gestures over to the bag but she trips and if it weren't for her friend reaching over and grabbing her arm, she would've fallen onto the ground.  "No. No way in Hell. I'm ordering you a Spree. I'll get your car home to you by the morning. You're slurring your speech and can hardly stand up on your feet." "A-ah... It’s not called slurring your words. It’s called talking in cursive and it’s fucking elegant." "Yeah, whatever, your driver should be pulling up any minute. You're going home, you've had way too much to drink." "Oh, fuck you." (Y/N) groaned, stomping her foot as she threw a temper tantrum, the same way she would have done if she were a kid and not a twenty-one-year-old adult.  "In your dreams, baby girl. I'll see you tomorrow when you're feeling better and not acting like a total idiot." (Y/N)'s friend, who still had a tight grip on her wrist, leads her outside, despite (Y/N)'s protests of wanting to stay at the bar and have fun. "You're an asshole!" (Y/N) whines, falling onto the sidewalk as tears burn her eyes. She's quick to wipe them away and instead of crying, she pouts instead. "Love you too, sweet cheeks." With this, her friend leaves, shutting the door behind her as she leaves.  Her friend's partner was the owner of the bar therefore (Y/N) couldn't get back into the venue if she even tried.

She knew her friend had locked the doors. At least, locked (Y/N) out from getting back in, anyways.   "Hello? (Y/N) (L/N)?"  came a voice. "No, sorry, she's not here."   "You seem to match the photo perfectly," the driver replied, holding his phone out, giving it a little wave before dropping the device onto his lap.  "I'm Kurt, your driver."  

"Okay, Kurt. Whatever. You caught me."(Y/N) mumbled, confused and still a bit tipsy as she got into the backseat of the car. The driver chuckled in response as he watched her buckle herself in before driving away.

She tried to focus on the streetlights passing by, their neon glow illuminating the darkness of the late-night streets.

She felt the familiar pang of regret and embarrassment at the night's events but also realized that her friend was right.

She had had too much to drink, and it was time to face the music.

Kurt, sensing the tension, didn't break the silence. He let (Y/N) sit in her thoughts for a moment before finally speaking up.

"You know, it's not the end of the world. You'll feel better tomorrow, and your friend's just looking out for you. You can't have everything your way all the time. Besides, drunk driving is dangerous, if you didn't know already." 

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze fixed on the passing cityscape. The words hung heavy in the air, the truth sinking deep into her conscience. She had always prided herself on being independent, on making her own choices without any interference.

But tonight, the consequences of her actions had caught up with her, stripping away the façade she had so meticulously built. It didn't matter that her entire week had been shit which is why she had gotten so hammered in the first place.  

The hum of the car engine provided a soothing backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts swirling inside her head.

She couldn't deny that Kurt was right; her friend had only been trying to protect her. She was an idiot if she believed she could actually drive safely to where she lived without so much as dealing with the consequences.

"You're right," she replied softly, her voice tinted with exhaustion. "I just... It's frustrating, you know? I always seem to mess things up when I've had too much to drink."

"We all make mistakes, (Y/N). It's a natural part of learning and growing. The best decision you could have made was to accept the offer and get into the car. Not only did it save your life, but it also ensured the safety of others. You may feel foolish, but in reality, you are smarter than those who still choose to drink and drive. Remember, it's okay to have a few drinks every now and then as long as you're being responsible and, as I mentioned before, you're safe now that you're with me. You are not a threat to yourself or others." (Y/N) nodded in agreement and managed a small smile through her tears.

"Thank you... I guess I'm not as much as an idiot as I thought I was." She laughed as she wiped her eyes on the back of her sweatshirt sleeve. 

Kurt smiled back, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly. The streetlights flickered outside the car, casting intermittent shadows across his face. His mind, however, remained focused on (Y/N) and the vulnerability that clouded her eyes.

"We're almost there," Kurt said softly, his voice reassuring. "You'll be in a warm bed soon enough and can sleep the night away," he said.

Kurt's words were meant to be comforting, but they only added to the uncertainty swirling inside (Y/N). The thought of a warm bed sounded appealing, but something about Kurt's smile began to make her uneasy.

She couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped and vulnerable in this unfamiliar place. It was then that she realized.

A small, uncomfortable laugh escaped her lips as she then pointed out the obvious.

"I never gave you my address." But her attempts to brush off the situation were met with a twisted smile from Kurt that sent chills down her spine. A cold, foreboding feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

With a menacing grin, Kurt replied, "Oh yeah... I know. I'm taking you back to my place."

Her heart raced as she processed his words. His place? She couldn't even fathom what was happening.

Sitting there in utter disbelief, she felt like she was going to throw up - and this time, it had nothing to do with the alcohol she had consumed earlier.

Before she could even comprehend her surroundings, Kurt continued with a sly smirk, "You and I are going to have some fun, the kind of fun that you typically do alone." Her blood ran cold at his words.

As he looked at her through the rearview mirror, his smile only grew wider and more sinister. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks - he knew who she was.

"Because you're (Y/U/N)," he stated with satisfaction.

"I'm a huge fan." He grinned wickedly. "I figured you and I could make our own video."

"You're a disgusting, twisted pervert," (Y/N) hissed. Kurt's lips curled into a smirk as he observed her through the mirror, his eyes dark and predatory.

"Ah, ah, ah... I'm not the one using my own body to pay for rent," he replied coolly.

"If anything, you're the true pervert. All I want is one little video, and yet you act like it's such a big deal. Let's not forget that in many of your videos, you've openly admitted to having this exact fantasy. So, if anything, I'm making your dreams come true."

The words caught in (Y/N)'s throat, unable to respond. He really did watch her videos...she couldn't believe it. She sat there, stunned, her eyes wide and her mouth falling open like a fish gasping for air. Kurt chuckled at her reaction.

"Careful there, pretty," he teased, "You might catch some flies with your mouth open like that." But his tone was light and playful, not malicious. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you unless you want me to," he said with a mischievous grin. She hadn't realized it until he had pulled up to the abandoned apartment complex.

The crumbling brick and broken windows sent shivers down her spine. He turned the key off and his eyes met hers, his sinister grin still plastered on his face. Her heart raced as she waited for his next move, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" he asked.

Her breath caught in her throat as his words hung in the air, each syllable dripping with malevolence. The question lingered, a dark cloud descending upon her already trembling form.

A surge of instinctual terror surged through her veins, urging her to flee from this haunting place, from the clutches of a man so irreversibly twisted.

She fumbled for an excuse, desperately grasping at the frail threads of rationality. "No," she stammered. "I just want to go home."

His laughter was a twisted, guttural sound, devoid of any warmth or empathy. "Home?" he jeered, his eyes glinting with sadistic delight. "Oh no, sweetheart. You won't be going home just yet. You and I have a video to make." His hand snaked out and grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at the cameras set up in his vehicle before he brought her closer to him, warm breath tickling her skin as the smirk on his face grew bigger, bolder.

"Let's put on a good show that'll make us go viral, shall we?"

[goldeneyedgirl]

@sonyawix Alas, my exile was self-imposed until I wrote something. Even Whumptober didn't produce anything worthy of seeing (gave me some future ficlet ideas that will be fun though). I do not deserve tumblr-time when I apparently decided to just not write at all during 2024.

So I skipped ahead and started on this year's Ficmas offerings instead (now is the time to make your demands), and I always make sure I have some new Anathema for you! We have a little scene from Ch 3ish, for the second 'official' meeting of the Cullens.

Adding Demon Jasper and Feral Jasper/Mary-Alice to the upcoming list. Honestly, I was not expecting Demon Jasper to make a blip on anyone's radar, I am delighted people enjoyed that verse. And I love that My Nonsense (anything involving Mary-Alice) sparks joy for anyone.

So I offer up this part of Anathema, and hope it sparks joy. One thing I am loving about Anathema is that the first half pretty much outlined itself. We love fics that have direction and aspiration.

I always love hearing from you, Sonya, thank you for the message <3

Notes: This was an experimental scene to fix the pacing of the first meeting vs the Cullens getting involved with the Brandons. I wanted to establish that Edward and Alice will have a rapport in this fic, and to set more of the scene of how the Cullens do end up in cahoots with the rest of the Council. And to lay a lot of groundwork for Alice getting to know the Cullens as individuals.

There's a fairly robust few scenes between the first meeting and this that I'm not happy with yet. Even these parts are extremely rough. I've also been doing a lot of research into supernatural creatures and cryptids around North America to try and work on world-building a little more (some of this is a throwback to the OG draft of Afterglow which was fun). So any details that don't entirely match up have been noted and will be fixed when this gets posted on AO3.

--

The second time we officially run into the Cullens is more than three weeks later. And it goes about as well as anything else in my life does as the unluckiest person to ever live.

This is one excursion that I am allowed out of the house for - other than taking Dulcie's purse to her at the salon, and riding my bike to pick up Chinese food for dinner, I have been house-bound. It's almost as if Freddie - and Sue, for that matter - are certain that if I am not under full supervision, I'll run away to the Cullen house to join them all in whatever debauchery vampires get up to all day.

Which, from Dulcie's gossip, seems to be mostly work at the hospital for Dr Cullen, and going to high school for the 'kids'. Very scandalous. But despite me pointing out that I didn't know (precisely, yet) where the Cullen house is and that sneaking around both Forks Hospital and the high school were only going to draw the attention of gossips and probably Charlie Swan in an official capacity, Freddie kept both eyes on me.

I was going a little stir-crazy - not only had I been on house arrest, we'd only had one 'client', and he'd just been placed in cold storage whilst private preparations were made. So when Charlie summoned us all to the backwoods for a meeting, I wasn't complaining. Even tramping through the mud of the woods to have a secret clandestine meeting was better than cleaning or sitting around the apartment.

But no one was expecting Charlie Swan to be standing in our clearing with three figures. Three figures that nearly had me running back to the car. Lamia. Freddie's hand clamped down on my shoulder firmly; not to be cruel, but to protect me - showing any kind of aversion to a lot of the creatures that passed through was dangerous. It provoked some of them to strike. And lamia loved young girls.

"These three were passing through," Charlie Swan said uncomfortably. "Left a mess in Port Angeles."

"Very gracious of Mister Swan to introduce us." The tallest was over six feet, with waist-length dark hair. But like all old Lamia - and there were more than you'd think, honestly - she was unnaturally thin, her skin bleached, like she'd been forgotten in the sun for too long. Her hair looked sharp and brittle, like fine wire. And as she spoke, a serpentine hiss caught on the tails of her words. The only spark of colour was the dried-blood colour of her eyes and sockets - even her lips and tongue were stained black. Her fingernails were unnaturally long and looked more like bone than anything resembling keratin.

"What kind of mess?" Harry Clearwater said flatly. He wasn't subtle; he'd brought a shotgun.

The two younger Lamia looked down, as if regretful.

"We fed." The words are simple but every adult around me visibly recoils. I'm kind of numb to it - maybe it would be more horrific if I was older.

But the way that the Lamia speaks - almost smugly, as if to intentionally upset everyone here - annoys me beyond explanation. Odds are that anyone they fed on was young enough to have a mom and dad waiting at home for them, worried. That they wouldn't even get simple news that they were gone - they'd have to wait weeks for DNA testing to confirm who this bony old bitch had torn into.

"You need to go." Everyone swings around to look at me, and I'm kind of surprised I spoke as well. My words sound polite but firm, and there's a distinct undercurrent there I barely recognize in myself. I don't think I've ever spoken that way to anyone in my life.

"Excuse me, child?" Her eyes narrow.

//

I can see it happening as if it's in slow-motion; Harry lifting the shotgun, one of the younger Lamia reaching out for him with a look that meant someone was going to die; Charlie Swan had his service weapon out and I just… stepped forward and shoved the monster backwards.

It was gross, honestly. Between their age and their powers, their clothing is essentially a second flesh-covered skin that crackles under my hands. Their actual skin is so thin that I could feel, for that split second, all their organs churning. The smell of blood was overpowering, and I just wanted her to break into a million pieces.

Except...

//

"That was the most disgusting thing I have ever lived through," I half-shrieked as I made my way back to the meeting place. Sue followed with the flashlight, offering platitudes. "Why do these creatures always decide to be disgusting around me? I'm not going to be able to salvage any of those clothes."

"She could have killed you, Alice. You should have left her alone." Sue's words aren't convincing; the look on her face when I had stepped forward meant she saw imminent death was coming for both Harry and Charlie before I intervened.

"Well, she succeeded in murdering that pair of jeans," I said crankily, turning into the clearing. "…Oh."

The Cullens had shown up, and none of them looked happy.

And of course, I was now wearing a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms with bleach stains and an oversized Newtons Outfitters hoodie, with my hair scraped off my face from my impromptu water-bottle hair wash. I looked like I'd just rolled out of bed, and the Cullens looked like they'd stepped out of the pages of Vogue.

Jasper lingered just behind the bigger one - Emmett, I think I'd heard someone call him. He nodded at me when I met his gaze, and it was almost like he … relaxed somehow.

I was mostly embarrassed that I looked like this in front of him. He was wearing the softest looking black sweater I had ever seen, and immaculate jeans. My jeans were soaking in a bait bucket full of salt and vinegar, and would still be thrown in the garbage.

Just once, I wanted to look less like a grubby schoolgirl in front of him. Them. Not being swallowed up by thrift store winter coats or rejected clothing stashed in the car for incidents like this.

This absolutely wouldn't be an issue if I went to school. I'd be able to wear all the cute outfits I'd been planning in front of him - them - and look vaguely normal.

"We heard there was a meeting," Dr Cullen began. "We weren't notified."

"You weren't invited," Billy Black shot back firmly. "Your role is to keep us informed if others of your kind are in the area. The rest of our business doesn't involve you."

Freddie looked warily between the Council and the Cullens. "We gather as necessity dictates, and which parties are required," he said neutrally. "This was not a meeting that required your presence."

"Can we know what the meeting was about?" The red-headed boy stepped forward with the kind of confidence that belied his apparent age. "It would be helpful if we knew what was in the area."

Silence.

"We keep the area safe for the residents. We get a lot of things passing through," Charlie Swan said finally.

"But it would be immensely helpful if we knew exactly what we were dealing with - especially if injuries present at the hospital," Dr Cullen said earnestly.

I made a face - I remembered the absolute panic at Forks Hospital when the Nezhit had blown through a few years back. Having someone in the know dealing with the hospitalisations wouldn't be the worst idea…

…Who was I kidding, I was willing to make any argument if it meant I might be able to have a conversation with Jasper where I wasn't wearing glorified pyjamas, probably reeking of vomit. I definitely needed to stash more toiletries in the back of the car from now on.

I slunk towards a nearby boulder to take a seat, Freddie looking over to make sure I didn't stray too far. I knew there would be a lecture about my actions with the Lamia when I got home - even if I was preventing at least two gruesome murders, the rule was that I observed silently.

"Injuries are typically very low," Sue Clearwater said in a no-nonsense tone. "We manage fine."

"But didn't you just say that she was nearly harmed?" Mrs Cullen gestured at me. "Sweetheart, what happened?"

I scowled. "Lamia," I said, and Emmett Cullen let out a chuckle at the sound of loathing in my voice. "Did you know that the young ones don't so much as spit venom, but kind of projectile vomit when startled? And their venom is more along the lines of 'caustic rotting human tissue smoothie'? It was chunky."

"That is disgusting," the blonde girl said sharply.

"It was. And I was covered in it," I said, jumping when I heard a rumble coming from my left. Jasper; he looked pissed. Was he growling again?

"Why were you anywhere near them?" he asked, in that rough voice that sounded like it wasn't used very often, his eyes piercing through me.

"Easy, Jas," Emmett turned to look at his brother.

"She was going for Harry's throat," I said. "I just gave her a shove."

"You shoved a Lamia?" Dr Cullen looked at me with bewilderment.

"I'm not allowed to carry a weapon," I replied. Both Dr and Mrs Cullen looked taken aback.

"We need to be present at these meetings," Jasper said abruptly. "For protection."

"Protection?" Harry Clearwater sneered. "From you?"

"We'd be happy to help," Mrs Cullen tried again, and the blonde girl scoffed.

"We're faster and stronger than most other creatures," the redhead said - Edward? That might have been his name.

"I mean…" Charlie Swan looked at my uncle. "Not many things we come across will try and negotiate with a local coven. It could encourage a lot of them to move on sooner."

"We don't need a voice in these meetings unless they directly involve us," Dr Cullen continued. I was watching the negotiations without drawing attention to the fact that Jasper was moving closer to me, leaning against the other end of the rock I was perched on - and honestly, trying not to giggle at how unsubtle he was being. "We simply want to make sure that none of you come to harm doing your duties."

"I really don't think this is necessary." Sue looked angry and was talking in that short, clipped way she did before she was about to blow - I remembered what happened when Seth and his friends tried to make s'mores with a cut gasline when Seth was, like, eight.

"A Lamia could have killed any of you before anyone could react. You could have been scraping Alice's remains off the rock," Edward shot back.

"Where did they go, anyway?" I asked, forgetting my plan to avoid drawing attention to the fact that Jasper was only three feet away from me - and that was a generous estimate.

"Alice, come over here," Freddie insisted, and I pretended not to hear him.

"They didn't stick around," Charlie Swan said shortly. My gaze fell to the shotgun in Harry's hands.

"We were downwind," Emmett winked at me.

"They won't return - they're heading up to Canada," Edward added before his gaze fell towards Jasper. "No."

"They attacked her," Jasper said, looking at his brother with a flat gaze. "They moved to attack the whole group."

"And they killed some kids in Port Angeles," I volunteered. "Probably teenage girls."

"Someone is going to have to check the bodies to make sure we don't have a fresh Lamia on the rise," Freddie said tiredly. "Charlie, if you put in the request for I.Ding for me tonight, I can drive up tomorrow."

"They're murdering children?" the blonde stepped to the front, her gaze hard.

"There are two parallel species of Lamia," Freddie said, trying to catch my attention. Jasper hadn't attempted to move any closer but was surreptitiously watching me. I wasn't budging; this was the closest I had been to Jasper Cullen since he arrived and I was curious about so many things - and enjoying the fact that he seemed to be just as curious of me. "You can tell the difference based on the presence of scaling surrounding the cheekbones and feet. One hunts men, the other prefers young people, usually girls."

"Three girls, around fourteen," Charlie Swan confirmed grimly. "I.Ding them will be difficult, so we shouldn't have any issue getting that approved, Fred."

"Rose," Edward said warningly and she sneered at him, tucking herself next to Emmett.

I looked over at Jasper then, to find him watching me carefully.

"They didn't hurt you?" he asked softly. I shook my head.

"We'll protect you." He looks away when he says that, back at the group.

It's not an offer now; it's a firm insistence - the kind of tone that doesn't accept arguments or compromise. Who was he before he joined the Cullens? He didn't look that much older than me, really; like… all the Cullens, really, he physically looked young but there was age and time in the way they carried themselves, the way they spoke, the look in their eyes. Every single one of them looked a little bit haunted, honestly.

Edward looked exasperated but was watching me carefully. He was strange in a genuinely interesting way.

Jasper looked back over at me as Dr Cullen tried to soften the new requirement for their continued presence at any public meetings with Sue and Charlie.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over at my uncle, who didn't look happy.

"Come on, Alice," Freddie said, and he sounded more tired than annoyed. "It's time to go. We'll discuss this with the Cullens later."

[tallsiriusblack]

I've seen you say that Sirius wasn't dramatic in the books, and I disagree with that.

To quote POA (US edition)- "I thought you'd come and help your friend," he said hoarsely. His voice sounded as though he had long since lost the habit of using it. "Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you, not to run for a teacher. I'm grateful... it will make everything much easier..."

And then later- "There'll be only one murder here tonight," said Black, and his grin widened.

Or in the movies-

Hermione: If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!

Sirius: No- only one will die tonight.

If Sirius would've said "Peter Pettigrew is the rat. He was the real secret keeper." or even offered SOME sort of explanation, instead of saying creepy things like that, I think that this scene would look a lot different. This is peak drama.

Also, I'd like to bring up Sirius's wand length, which is 15 inches

I'm quoting out of my book "The unofficial ultimate Harry Potter spell book" (There's more on the title but I didn't feel like typing it all out), "Most wands measure between 9 and 14 inches, with longer wands being drawn to those with lively personalities and a tendency for the dramatic."

I know this is an unofficial Harry Potter guide, which means it isn't necessary canon, but I think that it's defiantly something to point out.

If you look up wand length online, you'll see a bunch of things having to do with height, which can be true, hence the measuring that Ollivander gives Harry and presumably others when they're getting their wands.

But obviously, If you had 100 which's and wizards and then lined them all up by height and then their wands by height, it wouldn't match (For example Draco's wand was only 10 inches, even though he was described as fairly tall)

I am not against tall Sirius, just like I'm not against short Sirius. I think that Sirius is a fictional character, and that honestly his height does not matter that much.

I do agree with you on multiple points you make on this blog. I think feminizing Sirius and then making him un-powerful is harmful and sexist. I think that giving him an ED, anxiety, depression, PTSD, or something like that is not making him weak (I know this isn't what you're saying, I just thought I'd put it out there).

A lot of times when I see short Sirius, Sirius is also trans masc. Not all the time though, sometimes Sirius is just short. (I am not saying that if you think Sirius is tall, that you're transphobic, but I am saying that if you're a short trans masc person, making a fic/fanart/writing a post about Sirius also being short and trans masc can help you see yourself in a character, which is something that I think everyone should be able to have)

I think that people should hate on the part of the marauders fandom that are bigoted (if we're being honest, there's a depressing amount of bigoty in this fandom) but I think that just hating fanon Sirius because you think that he differs too much from canon is unnecessary. Hate is something that should be given only when absolutely necessary because you don't know who you could be hurting, (Obviously you can say whatever you want, but some things are better left unsaid) but I am glad that you are expressing your opinions in ways that aren't aggressive (I've seen people with the same mindset as you on tumblr but convey them in a way that is hurtful)

Overall, I think your blog is cool, it was just that one "he's not dramatic" thing that bothered me :)

I hope you have a nice rest of your day/evening!

Hi! Thanks for your ask.

I’m going to address the height thing first.

It’s stated multiple times in the books that Sirius is tall :).

Also, I don’t think those moments quite match what the meaning of ‘dramatic’ is. If someone is dramatic, they behave in a way that is over-exaggerated, or exacerbate their reactions to the extreme.

If anything, I think in the shack he was acting manic.

His reactions were pretty blunt and he seems to be relishing the moment. Finally, he’s caught Peter and he can get his revenge. Don’t forget, James was Sirius’ best friend in the world, Sirius would have done anything for him, and Sirius even got outplayed by Peter right at a pivotal moment of his anger and grief. I assume when he confronted Peter about James and Lily the night Peter murdered those muggles he had absolutely no idea what was about to occur. He’s acting pretty much like someone who was locked in an inhumane prison for over a decade, starving, no human contact, and desperate to avenge his friend would act like.

‘I’m grateful, it will make everything so much easier’ isn’t really dramatic to me because he’s being truthful. Not having a teacher in the way will let Sirius kill Peter, and in this moment that is all he cares about. He has a pretty single minded focus up until after Harry decides to spare Peter.

‘There will only be one murder tonight’ again, more manic than dramatic to me. Especially because his grin widens. He’s relishing the moment, knowing Peter will finally get what he deserves.

Remember, Sirius is emaciated, starved of human interaction, and filled with incredible anger, grief. I feel like it’s an injustice to his character to reduce this moment, this moment where we see him at a low point, caught up in revenge and needing to kill Peter so bad because James is gone because of him (don’t forget Sirius blames himself for James death too) to some dramatic little moment.

He’s not being dramatic, he’s acting like a traumatised man who is incredibly smart and resourceful and bloodthirsty, but isn’t quite thinking straight. He just wants Peter dead, no matter the means.

If Sirius would have explained calmly and rationally what he was doing it wouldn’t fit his state of mind. He’s escaped prison and he is a mad, angry convict but not for the reason the readers think. That’s sort of the point of the twist in the book.

Some characters who can be dramatic are:

Oliver Wood. He greatly over-exaggerates the importance of quidditch and winning, and the horrors of losing. He’s only dramatic about quidditch, though.

Draco Malfoy. Overreacts to minor injuries (Buckbeak), overreacts to what he sees as slights against his character (always threatens to tell his father).

The Dursleys as a whole are incredibly over dramatic. Their reactions to things are usually over the top and unreasonable.

There are others but my fingers are freezing rn I gotta get under the blankets soon or I might freeze lmao.

And to address the short trans masc Sirius, my problem is that there is a racism problem in the marauders fandom, and wolfstar and jegulus are the biggest perpetrators.

My issue is when they’re making these white queer characters so tiny and short and delicate, no body hair ect, next to their tall, muscley dominating angry boyfriends who are POC. Or in James case, also making him stupider. So people are headcanoning these characters as POC, and then changing Remus’ personality and looks so that he’s taller and more dominating and angrier next to his tiny white boyfriend, who’s height has been changed to make him smaller. It’s giving white queer representation. Which makes sense since there’s a lot of white queers in this fandom who think they’re doing a great favour to everyone, but in reality, claiming that making Sirius and Remus like this is ‘better representation’ is just untrue.

Have a good day:)

[naturagardens]

hi, my name is anne aka hinawa !! i'm nineteen years old and currently looking for roleplay partners. nobody under the age of eighteen, though! this is just a simple little post i'm putting out to - hopefully - find more rp partners, and friends! so it won't be aesthetic by any means, but it should cover most bases.

i live in florida, usa, so i'm on the est timezone. i've been roleplaying for around eight to nine years, and in various different forms. my preferred style is descriptive, as i enjoy writing a lot about whatever character i'm portraying at the moment.

i typically do fandom and fandomless, though lately i've been doing the latter a lot more. i just love making ocs! i typically roleplay fem characters, as it is preferred, but i am flexible !! i do have an endless amount of plot ideas, however any ideas of yours are also welcome. i love plot heavy roleplays, as it does give me more to write about, but also because it gives me a chance to fully get into the character that i'm roleplaying. i consider myself pretty flexible when it comes to plotting and figuring out specific details for the roleplay, as i always enjoy hearing other peoples ideas and seeing how we can combine them.

i do require that your responses at least match my length of responses! my minimum is typically three to four paragraphs. i will either ask you to write more, or not respond, as i can't work off of little to no information.

communication is one thing that i stress. whether it be that one of us can't respond right away, or we have something to talk about in regards to the rp. either way, it's communication is always appreciated. i do work full time, so my replies usually come in before work and after work, though sometimes i can get one out during my lunch break! if i can't get a reply out, i typically try to let you know.

i will only block without warning if i believe that you are being pushy, making me uncomfortable, or trying to disrespect my boundaries. i do typically try to discuss these with whoever i am plotting with.

i don't get on tumblr too much, so i typically prefer doing my roleplays on discord. if any of this interests you, please send me a friend req. or a message! my disc is naturagardens. xoxo 💕

[neechees]

do you have any tips for someone who wants to make their own regalia? I've always wanted to make my own fancy shawl but I have no idea where to start 😞

Ive actually already posted some tips as well here, so go have a look at part one on tips and tricks for making regalia :) I'm still not especially good at sewing, but I HAVE done some fancy shawl designing & sewing before, & I know these tips and tricks from my family sewing a lot as well (so I have the information, but the success in execution on my part is still debatable dvdfudhf). So here's what I know:

There's actually some fancy shawl regalia patterns for sewing if you're not confident in designing the actual cut & style of the fabric yourself! Try find one if you'd like somewhere to have a template.

If you're more inclined to design something yourself, try sketching/coloring out some designs & color palettes. Even if you're using a template, having an idea for what colors you want for the designs & where will help a lot beforehand. Making something like a pinterest board for inspo can help (but remember not to directly & exactly copy designs you see on pre-existing fancy shawl regalias) like, what base color do you want your shawl to be? What about fringe? Is the skirt a different color? Stuff like that. Even play around with the same color palette but arranged differently. (Also, I suggest bringing your finalized design with you when you go shopping for fabric so you can get something as close as possible)

^connected to the above, but if you have a set color palette in mind, this could also help you with any matching beadwork. Beadwork could potentially be even more expensive than the rest of your outfit if you buy it separately or even if you bead it yourself (but this could depend on different things). So if you're like me & not bougie, then having a color palette set could help you accumulate beadwork overtime. Like you might buy one hair barrette for $20, then some earrings for $35, and then make your own hair ties: they won't be a matching set, but looking for beadwork of similar color palettes to your regalia will help bring it together. & don't worry, lots of dancers do this. Lots of dancers even have mismatching beadwork/accessories (like me lol). It's also not uncommon to have accessories that a sewn from fabric instead of beadwork/quillwork so you could do this too!

As mentioned in part one, if you don't have access to canvas or you just wanna save some money, you can use old jeans to cut up & use for things like your cape & vest, a cloth belt, & your leggings. Youd put your colored/chosen fabric on top of the jeans, & the jeans won't be seen. If you need, double up the jeans for stability/structure.

I suggest not skimping out & using jeans for moccasins (particularly the bottom) bc your footwear needs to be tough, and jeans will absolutely get demolished if you use them for moccasins. Use canvas and/or leather for moccasins, especially the bottom/soles.

You can pretty much use any fabric you want for your regalia, but satin/silks & cotton are probably the most common for fancy shawl dancers to use, and note that various other fabrics might come with their own pros and cons. Ideally you want something not too heavy, breathable, comfortable, and if you can, easily washable & iron safe. This just makes the sewing process a bit easier, and maintenance less hectic. But for things like the fabrics you might use for the designs on your shawl, go ham & use whatever you think looks pretty

General regalia sewing tips: I suggest making your skirt/dress length to about your calves if you want to show off your moccasins & leggings. Also, having a skirt that is wider at the bottom helps with leg movement & dancing. Make your shawl a bit longer than your actual spread arms length. Your ribbons/fringe can also be sewn up a little on the sides of your shawl rather than just the bottom. Remember to hem the raw edge of your fabric so it doesn't fray, either a folded or rolled em or bias tape works well.

Btw the "cape" is the part that hangs over your fancy shawl in the back, on your back, and its usually attached to your vest or is a yoke (so no vest, & this style usually incorporates a belt instead).

Plumes are very in fashion right now for fancy shawl dancers, but regular eagle feathers are also used, & were more popular in the earlier 2000s, so both work fine.

So I hope that helps!! Good luck!!

[just-jordie-things]

not been here in a hot while BUT IM BACK WITH MORE AUTHOR RAPID FIREEEE or challenge whatever you call it!

what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

what made you choose your username?

what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Self ship hcs please

you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Rizzlord anon is back follkkksssss

OH MY GOD THIS IS NUTS and why won't tumblr let me put in a keep reading link ??? so sorry for this length of post alkshdgalksjdfn-

what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

hm not much? all that comes to mind is certain vocab being used... like i'm a hater of 'orbs'

2. tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@delzinrowe and i'd tag her a million times over!! tumblr bff/wife :) she's so kind and creative and chill and supportive even when my writer's block takes me away from this app for like... months... she's inspired SO MUCH of my content with her thoughts and brainrots, i can't give her enough credit <3 she makes me believe in the power of internet friendships LOL i adore her so whole heartedly <3 <3 luv u stef <3 <3

3. what made you choose your username?

jordie was a nickname i had in middle/high school (it's not even close to me real name lol) and i guess i thought it was cute to replace "just girly things" with jordie

4. what's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

i LOVE reaction images !!!!

5. what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

slow burn enemies to tolerant friends to lovers with extra slowburn on the side pretty PLEASE all of my favs would write this so well and honestly?? i want everyone to write their own extra long version of it so i can read all their takes even if the plot is the same i don't care i'm devouring nom nom nom nom

6. what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

7. what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

ppl can straight up ask!! i'm good with it as long as ur 18+ !! so prolly that! but also if u write for my favs i'm in :3

8. share a headcanon from one of your favorite ships or pairings

itadori is extremely ticklish and freaks out upon being tickled. megumi isn't the least bit ticklish, despie itadori's best efforts to find a spot that makes him giggle. this always ends up in a near-wrestling match as megumi retaliates by tickling him until eventually it gets out of hand

9. self ship hcs

AHHHH ino would keep up with all my work drama!! he knows every colleague by name and actively listen to all the tea and complaints of the day <3

10. you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

my wife, obvi!!

11. on a scale of 1-10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

perfect 5. i either love it when i'm proud of a fic or hate it when i know it's not my best work (and therefore don't do it HA)

[wildviolcts]

hello friends! i am trying to get back into writing after a weird couple of months. i am 26, from the est, and i'm looking for long-term partners (who are also 21+) to write with here on tumblr or on discord, whatever you prefer! a couple of things to know:

reply length - i tend to let my excitement get the best of me, and the better i know the muses and the dynamics, the longer the replies get. they tend to run about 3-5 paragraphs long! if you prefer shorter responses, please let me know and i'll do my best to adhere to that. my partners are never required to match length and always encouraged to write and put out whatever comes to them and is within their comfort zone! i'll happily take what i can get!

activity level - i generally sit at a low to medium level due to work and my personal life, but with the right person and the right plots, i can and will jump to extremely high. i also love throwing hcs and rapid responses!

muses - i primarily write female characters, and as a lesbian with a very limited understanding of men (lol), the male characters i do conjure up are admittedly pretty one-dimensional and generally stay npcs to further plots. very rarely do they become more than that. i apologize in advance, but to be completely transparent, i will likely not be able to write a deep, convincing male character for you. i'm happy to do f/f plots or to write the female character in m/f plots, if that's more your jam! if it's not, no worries! we probably just wouldn't be well suited to each other as partners, and that's okay :)

plots - i tend to prefer more realistic plots to high fantasy, though there are exceptions to every rule! also, we are never stuck to one plot! my absolute favorite thing in the world is falling in love with specific characters or a specific ship(s) and imagining them in any verse or plot we can think of. college roommates, coworkers, star-crossed lovers, reincarnation, neighbors, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, anything and everything in between! let me know what you're excited about and i'm so excited to plot it out with you!

smut/mature content - i'm happy to write smut and/or kink and i'm also happy to write taboo subjects. with that being said, i enjoy a healthy mix of plot (angst, fluff, general slice of life) and smut, so please be on board! as mentioned though, please be over the age of 21 to interact with me or this post <3

okay fellas, i think that's everything, but let me know if there's any other information you'd like/need! if you're interested, please drop a like or reach out via im!

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

I just realized I can leave asks to moots and make them rant- I mean, let them answer at length if they want to

Thinking about lmk lately, got any headcanons u haven't shared yet? Or some that u really like? could we have some? Pretty please?

yes, u can do that :3 anyways I was going to post some stuff about shadowpeach at some point so anon sorry if u don't like shadowpeach (also sorry if anon is @fellow-fandom-fruitifier bc honestly a lot of these we've already talked about)

anyways here's some shadowpeach headcanons ... actually this is more like wukong & macaque (basically shadowpeach) things i don't see often at all but they still live free rent in my head

or whatever:

Because he's blind in one eye Macaque has really bad depth perception so he needs glasses and because of the trigram furnace Wukong also needs glasses but he doesn't want to admit that he does. Later however Macaque starts wearing glasses, (and Wukong's a total simp over it) so wukong finally admits he needs them too and now both monkies have glasses except a lot of the time when Macaque and Wukong try to kiss now the glasses get the way :3

Because: shapeshifting, Wukong can always be whatever height he wants to be. If he wants to be the little spoon? well now he's short. If he wants to rest his chin on top of Macaque's head? Well now he's tall. And so on and so forth.

They have those "I'm stupid/I'm with stupid" shirts that they'll often wear to crowded places to help keep track of each other.

Wukong also has a white shirt with sharpied words on it that say "Macaque come pick me up I'm scared" and it's his favorite shirt.

They love to pick each other up, both are strong enough to so honestly it's second nature to them also both are very clingy/touch starved/touchy so picking each other up helps with that. They also love piggyback rides, holding tails/hands/feet, lying/sitting on top of each other, hugs, feet rubs, biting each other, and nuzzling each other.

Another thing they love to do is tickle each other with their tails.

However due to ✨ the horrors ✨ they don't like having the other touch their face very much (or most ppl touching their face tbh)

Anyways, Wukong is utter shit at pick up lines, but they somehow work on Macaque

In turn Macaque is a horrible dancer (u can try & pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands) but Wukong loves and enjoys it when Macaque does dance

The pair have two beds in their bed room instead of just one just in case they fight / they just don't want to sleep in the bed so when they sleep together every square of space counts because the beds are smaller to fit the room

These monkies also have matching onesies and they also buy/win stuffies for each other so they have a collection

These two are also a very competitive couple, weather if it's with each other or other people

Macaque has a set number of pet names he will always use, (ex. three pet names), and whenever he doesn't use one of said three it means something is wrong/he's pissed/etc. However Wukong will usually use just the first pet name/nick name that pops into mind.

If you ever happen to watch a disney/pixar/dreamworks movie with them they'll sing the songs at the top of their lungs, especially if it's a love song

Wukong likes Macaque's drawings and thinks they're awesome, he's like "LOOK! LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND'S BEAUTIFUL DRAWINGS! LOOK AT THEM!!"

A lot of times they send pictures to each other of monkeys or things somewhat similar to the other always captioned with "this you?" (they love teasing each other)

Wukong likes showing affection with a lot of the 72 transformations so Macaque has been tackled by dog Wukong many times, or had cat Wukong fall asleep on him, or has had hamster Wukong hide in his scarf, etc.

Wukong drools and Macaque snores when they sleep

Because of Macaque being a night owl and Wukong being an early bird (or vice versa) the two are always dragging each other to bed/lying on top of each other to try and get them to sleep while the other tries to escape

Macaque can wax poetry until the cows come home but every once and awhile Wukong says some poetic bullshit that just kills Macaque

Macaque is a baby magnet so whenever they go out in public children are always going up to him or staring at him but Macaque is horrible with/very not interested in children so it leads to funny predicaments that Wukong has to keep himself from laughing at

Many of their dates are just them going "lets see what the fuck happens" before heading out and letting the way of the universe (and their own adhd) decide what they are going to do today

They are old gay ass men that still call each other 'boyfriend' like their 17

And last but not least the monkies have a special sign language they created when they first met (and later perfected over the years) because when they first met Wukong was very bad at controlling the volume of his voice and Macaque was still perfecting his ear deafening spells for his six ears so they came up with hand signals/sign language they could use instead. They still use the hand signals but they later got so good at reading each other that they have a kind of telepathy with each other that they don't have with anyone else.

[prpfz]

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Coming in hot with a NICHE idea here, but... anyone still into Powerpuff Girls in... nearly-2025?

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19 yo transguy in here looking for fellow 18+ discord roleplayers! My post length tends to vary as I'm more of a mirror-match but basic length tends to go anywhere from 200 words to 2000. As long as you can give at least one solid paragraph I'm willing to work with it though; anything but one-liners. My response time also tends to vary - I can go anywhere from rapid-firing to as infrequent as once a month or so, depending on motivation and free-time. I am in Mountain Time (UTC-0:600 / UTC-0:700) as well if that may be an issue.

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So... yup. It's incredibly rare for me to go for het ships nowadays, but I saw something about the Rowdyruff Boys earlier and it sparked neurons I'd forgotten existed. I'm looking for someone to play anywhere between one and all of the guys up against the matching number of girls. I love the satirization of their relationship - Mary Sues being icked about by counterparts that are them with their hair cut off is pretty funny, let's be for real. And yet we see that clip of them in the future, obviously mutually interested. Do we see where I'm going?

I would prefer having them aged-up to at least highschool / no extreme🍪 but honestly if that's your thing we could definitely discuss further. I also do prefer to keep the girls as heroes to at least SOME extent because I think it's fun to explore how weirdly morality-police-y Townsville was shown to be and I don't feel like any of them would be comfortable trying to step down from their roles, but you are completely free to play the guy(s) as toned-down. Whatever Falling in Reverse said about good girls and bad guys and all that, y'know.

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NSFW is definitely on the table as well, but I'm not necessarily smutfishing. I'd certainly love to include it, but if that's not of interest then it can be excluded just as easily! I will note that I have very few limits on that front however, and if you're leaning towards going darker with things then I am open to like. A whole alley of kinks, my only hard limits really are what I would call the 'deviantArt' stuff (vore/inflation/feederism, everything of that ilk) & scat.

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If any of this is speaking to you just like this post and I'll try to reach out ASAP!!

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give a like and anon will get back to you

[findroleplay]

🗡️Lucanis Dellamorte enthusiasts... I yearn for you🗡️

yeah, we're all there right now, am I right? Dragon Age bender, falling for a certain crow, etc. hence I, too, have come searching for someone to write Lucanis against... well, SOMEONE. here's the gist;

I have a few Rooks, OCs and a collection muses I'd love to write against your Lucanis, depending on your preference, characterization and feedback. honestly, I'm looking for like, a 70-30 divide on mostly focusing on Lucanis' story, character, personality and inner workings over whomever I end up writing. I want that man cherished, licked, topped and loved!!! I do have a Rook I'd love to pair up with him (M, elf, Shadow Dragon; details expanded upon if you're into it) but I'm very open to brainstorming with you. heck, there's a variety of canon characters or cross-fandom characters I'd consider writing against him even, if that's your preference.

I'm close to 33, so I’d love for you to be 25+. I write in third person, past tense, I’m super descriptive and write anywhere from minimum two paragraphs to, idk… dozens??? I’m pretty much guaranteed to hit the discord limit most of the time, though I do obviously put effort into matching my partner’s style and length. I can be nitpicky about correct characterization and grammar so if you’re not looking for deep analysis and character studies on, y’know, characters, I’m not the best fit for you. I’m always quality over quantity. I appreciate good communication even when we’re not writing and hope there’s mutual understanding in that neither one of us can be or should be available 24/7. having said that, I’m more than happy to befriend my partners! I love sharing memes, art, music, whatever you have OOC. super open to multiple threads, multiple ships and plots and AUs with a single partner! depending on how life's going, my reply speed can be anything from several times a day to a few a week. if you do not pester me, I will always get back to you eventually!

does this sound like your cup of tea at all? great! please like this post and I’ll come fetch you. we’ll talk, we’ll hopefully make some dudes kiss, we’ll chat about whether it’s a good fit.

look forward to hearing from you! ★

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[novella-writers]

🗡️Lucanis Dellamorte enthusiasts... I yearn for you🗡️

yeah, we're all there right now, am I right? Dragon Age bender, falling for a certain crow, etc. hence I, too, have come searching for someone to write Lucanis against... well, SOMEONE. here's the gist;

I have a few Rooks, OCs and a collection muses I'd love to write against your Lucanis, depending on your preference, characterization and feedback. honestly, I'm looking for like, a 70-30 divide on mostly focusing on Lucanis' story, character, personality and inner workings over whomever I end up writing. I want that man cherished, licked, topped and loved!!! I do have a Rook I'd love to pair up with him (M, elf, Shadow Dragon; details expanded upon if you're into it) but I'm very open to brainstorming with you. heck, there's a variety of canon characters or cross-fandom characters I'd consider writing against him even, if that's your preference.

I'm close to 33, so I’d love for you to be 25+. I write in third person, past tense, I’m super descriptive and write anywhere from minimum two paragraphs to, idk… dozens??? I’m pretty much guaranteed to hit the discord limit most of the time, though I do obviously put effort into matching my partner’s style and length. I can be nitpicky about correct characterization and grammar so if you’re not looking for deep analysis and character studies on, y’know, characters, I’m not the best fit for you. I’m always quality over quantity. I appreciate good communication even when we’re not writing and hope there’s mutual understanding in that neither one of us can be or should be available 24/7. having said that, I’m more than happy to befriend my partners! I love sharing memes, art, music, whatever you have OOC. super open to multiple threads, multiple ships and plots and AUs with a single partner! depending on how life's going, my reply speed can be anything from several times a day to a few a week. if you do not pester me, I will always get back to you eventually!

does this sound like your cup of tea at all? great! please like this post and I’ll come fetch you. we’ll talk, we’ll hopefully make some dudes kiss, we’ll chat about whether it’s a good fit.

look forward to hearing from you! ★

Like if interested!

[likeamothtofame]

ཐིཋྀ || about / promo

"What, what, what do you want? No, I'm not talking to you, amorcito," he quickly covers the speaker on his phone with a palm, casting you a hateful glare that makes you feel exceptionally small. He takes a long drag from the cigarillo holder in his third free hand before exhaling the heavy smoke through his teeth in your face. "You. What the fuck do you want? I'm obviously busy. What, wanna make some money? Oh...oh! Why didn't you say anything?" He abruptly hangs up the call he'd been taking moments before without looking away from you. "Here, c'mon. I might have just the job for someone with a face like yours..."

[OOC under the cut.]

yep. it's another valentino blog. for roleplay, askblog, or just general dicking around IC purposes. obviously occasional NSFW, minors DNI, all that jazz. feel free to send me just about anything, i don't bite! :]

my main is @captainowlin, and i'll follow/send asks from there. if you need to refer to me OOC for any reason feel free to just call me captain/capn, or whatever really. i'm chill like that. my pronouns are they/them and i'm 20 years old if you're curious about any of that stuff.

just getting the obligatory disclaimer out of the way, i don't condone or endorse anything valentino does. doesn't mean i'm just gonna avoid it, i'm going to do my best to stay as in-character and that includes the good and bad. i'd be happy to alter things to my partner's boundaries of course! just hit me up however and let me know where the line sits because otherwise i'm just gonna let val be val.

in terms of DNI, like i said no minors please, this page is gonna be pretty heavily NSFW considering the fact that it's valentino. no valangel, but like, in the sense of romanticizing their situation. i am on my knees begging angel dust rp'ers to interact 🙇‍♂️

i am totally open to pretty much all and any ships, as long as they aren't making light of some nasty mess, y'know how it be.

oc friendly of course! i love interacting with peoples' ocs.

i don't care about stuff like "but how would they meet in canon", hell i don't care if our characters are from completely different sources. i like interacting with everyone!

i roleplay in a semi-para/para format, and would like to receive similar effort but i don't care about the length of replies matching. just don't give me one liners because i do not work well with those lmao

this is also just a casual ask blog! not every ask has to turn into a whole thing, i'd love some anons just rapid firing questions. i also might reblog random posts that just seem like something val would like. i don't take this whole thing THAT seriously if you can't tell.

this is stupidly long so i'll stop for now, but if you have any questions at all please feel free to ask! i'm much nicer than val is ;]

P.S. i am pretty newly into the hellaverse in its entirety so... be patient with me i guess. i'm not a veteran fan of all this lol just a fan of this freakazoid in particular