#Nail charm maintenance

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[sisisdiary]

[hannieehaee]

svt s/o who's feminism but mature, who knows her worth who sexy. like she wears pretty sexy nightgowns, gets her nails done, is just so maturely hot. thankkkk youuuu <3

them having a femenine s/o

content: feminine reader, mentions of reader having long hair (long enough to braid or put up), established relationship implied, a lil bit suggestive (?), etc.

wc: 943

a/n: in my mind they are all unconditionally obsessed with their s/o tbh and u can see that rlly well in what i wrotehdjosoos

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seungcheol -

he always says he wants to be seen as a strong and dependable man, so i think he'd love your feminine disposition (have u seen him with jeonghan ..) he would love paying for your self-care days and would have standing appointments for you to get your nails, lashes and hair done every month (already paid for in advance obviously!!) he'd adooore any time you wore a cute lil sundress for him and would insist on buying you cute lil dresses and accessories so you could show them off to him.

jeonghan -

he has experience with maintenance of long, luscious hair, so he'd always be braiding your hair an drying it for you. gives me the vibe that he would find a feminine s/o adorable. would adore the cute lil charms you put on your nails, letting you do his own nails should you ever ask. he'd join you in your self care days where you did a bunch of facials and take long scented baths. he's a lil feminine himself so you guys would fit perfectly together.

joshua -

he seems very put together himself so i think he'd really feed off of the way you'd routinely get your nails and lashes done, how you'd do your skin care in an almost holistic way. he would love getting to pick your nails and getting you cute lil night gowns to wear. he'd integrate into your beauty routine very well.

jun -

he'd lose track of time just staring at you with stars in his eyes. wouldnt even realize how often he'd just. stare. but he couldnt help it, okay? he'd just find you so amazing and sexy and confident and the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. he'd happily pay for your nails and carry the pretty new bag he'd just gotten for you last week if it meant he could admire you from afar whenever he wanted.

soonyoung -

just constantly dumbfounded by the absolute deity he believed you to be. you were just so confident and sexy and put together and those dresses you wore made your legs look so good that he just- but that's besides the point! soonie would be nothing short of obsessed with you, always in awe of your new set of nails or the pretty new lipstick adorning your lips. super attentive to all the efforts you put in your appearance.

wonwoo -

he'd be so bf carrying your bag and complimenting the cute charms on your nails. would constantly look at you with love and wonder in his eyes any time you modeled your new outfits for him. would humor you any time you asked him if you could paint his nails to match yours. would run his hands over your body any time you wore those soft nightgowns of yours.

jihoon -

he'd be so easily flustered by just how pretty and sexy he found you. you were just the embodiment of feminine and put together. would admire every detail about you, from your nails to your hair to your perfume. he'd be a little intimidated by you, knowing that one look and he'd be on his knees for you. in short, he'd be obsessed with you in every way imaginable.

seokmin -

lol constantly swooning over you and any and every one of your feminine habits. would be fascinated by your nails and the way you always managed to have them done. would love how you always had cute lil outfits ready for every occasion. he'd just be eternally fascinated by every detail about your appearance and how meticulously you had yourself put together.

mingyu -

certified bf who's obsessed with paying for you to get yourself done all over. monthly nail set? he's paying. lashes touch up? his wallet is yours. new wardrobe? his black card will take care of it! he'd feel a brand new sense of satisfaction seeing you all dolled up every day knowing he could provide for you and simultaneously have such a pretty s/o always so well-put together.

minghao -

he'd feel a little cocky at knowing that he was dating the literal embodiment of sexiness and confidence. you two would make such a perfect match bc of how well established your individual styles were, making minghao get a sense of pride at having such an enviable partner. he'd love your feminine aura and would feed off of it.

seungkwan -

he's always tagging along with you when you got a mani or a pedi, joining in to get his treatments done too. would word-vomit compliments at you any time he saw you, always telling you how pretty you looked with your new dress or how cute you did your hair that morning. bf but also a bestie to do all these cute lil feminine things with.

vernon -

i dont think he particularly cares if his partner is feminine or not, but he'd enjoy when you'd ask for opinions on what nails to get next or whether you should do a mud mask or a peel-off mask that day. would absolutely join you when you did self-care days and do masks with you. he'd also like how soft you always felt after those aforementioned self-care days.

chan -

he's so boyfriend coded to me, i think he'd swoon over every little feminine detail about you. would notice your new nails every time you did them. would compliment you even when all you did was get a small trim. would get you flowers that matched your nails at the moment. he'd also have a thing for seeing you in those pretty lacy nightgowns. they felt so soft under his touch when he held you at night.

[honeyshiddendesire]

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Smoker x Female Reader - Love

Warnings: Vaginal penetration, praise kink, Strangers meeting in a bar, going back to your place, belly bulge, size kink/difference, mating press, overstimulation, mentions of pussy eating 

*totally got carried away lol but here you go @trxshpandax *

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Smoker watched you on the other side of the bar denying patron after patron that flirted with you and couldn’t help the smirk that started to paint his face. He wondered if you were high maintenance or just super picky, the idea of a challenge that didn’t involve pirates piqued his interest and quickly he found himself smoothly making his way over to you. Sitting beside you calmly without even glancing at you just to see if you’d look first, and being the wise older man he was he was right. Your eyes sneakily taking a peek only to widen as you shyly scanned his physique, face going darker and pupils blowing with obvious desire at the mystery man that sat beside you. 

“Need a drink, love?” Smoker asked, finally turning to look at you with a charming smirk, loving how you couldn’t even form a word and just cutely nodded. Bingo! After a couple drinks you became more open even accidentally spilling how you came to find some fun but no one caught your eye till he came along. It might not be known but Smoker did love pleasing pretty girls like you, so after downing his drink and slamming the glass he leaned toward your ear with a smirk. 

“Tell me love…want to get outta here so I can give you that fun you were looking for.” Smiling all pretty at him he took that as a yes and escorted you out. 

Quickly you made it back to your place and found yourself naked in a second, Smoker, you learned his name was had you taken care of like never before. Pussy slick from round after round of making you cum on his tongue and fingers alone all the while spilling sweet praises to you.

“Dammit love you taste so good, too bad those other guys in the bar couldn’t get their hands on ya.” Smoker grunted as he licked his lips of your essence, your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as you stared at him with half lidded eyes. Your hands above you from gripping the sheets and he only grinned as he undid the belt of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock that made you gasp. 

He was hung like a fucking horse, thick and veiny, with a length that made your mouth drool but brain panic. He already stretched you with three of his amazingly thick calloused fingers like no one's business but you still wondered if he would even fit. Smoker only worsened your panic as he stroked his cock and laid it on your stomach, the tip barely an inch below your belly button. “Oh don’t you worry love I’ll take it nice and slow for ya.” 

Slowly entering his fat tip causing you to gasp and hiss, nails clawing at his shoulders as he held your legs back and open for him. “Take a breath for me love and just relax. I’ll have you feeling good in no time princess, just you wait.” Smoker’s deep groan made you shiver and unintentionally tighten around him, “Oh fuck love. Careful squeezing me so tight or I won’t take it easy on you.” 

With every slow inch that he pushed inside of you your mind went numb and quickly you found yourself begging for more, “Please! Please Smoker, I can take it!”  Smoker only raised a brow at your begging but he lived to serve, he was a marine after all. So sliding into your cunt with a forceful thrust that knocked the wind out of you he couldn’t help but curse, “Fuck ~ that’s it love. Knew just by looking at you that you could take some dick.” Shaking your head in agreement you only clawed at his broad shoulders more as you felt him deep in your stomach, something no one else has managed to do for you. 

Giving a loud whistle Smoker couldn’t help himself as he placed one of your legs on his shoulder so he could push down on the bulge in your tummy. “Would you look at the love~so far inside ya your stomachs poking out. Damn that’s a good look on you girl.” He couldn’t take waiting after seeing something like that and found his hips moving like they had a mind of their own. Pulling all the way out till your stomach dropped only to slam back in filling you all the way up with a raspy moan leaving him. “Ah fuck love that’s it.” 

“AH! Yesyesyes! Fuck that feels so~ goood~!” Your screams were loud and high pitched making his ego grow by each thrust he gave you.

His cock stretching you so full you found yourself gushing the fastest you ever have, arms falling above your head and he only smirked at the way you gripped the sheets. Each powerful thrust making your tits bounce and he leaned down practically bending you in half so his greedy mouth could lick and swirl around your sensitive nipple. A moan leaves him as he pushes your legs further back to make room for his wide shoulders, mouth never removing from your breast. Licking and sucking marks to remember him bye. 

“O~oh fuck yes! S-Smoker!” You whined as he nipped at your nipple, sucking at your skin till he reached your neck. “What’s up love? You gonna soak my cock again. Such a good pussy taking me all the way. You’re doing so good for me ya know that?” His words made you shiver but a gasp left you as you felt him sneak a hand to your aching clit, whimpers of his name leaving your drool glistened lips. “Go ahead, love I know you want to. Get my cock all nice and wet love so I can keep on fucking you till you pass out.”

[ohbabydollie]

you wrote about masc fem reader so well 😵‍💫 what about schlatt with a hyper fem s/o? <3

ofc!

schlatt loves watching you dress up whether it’s 6am or 11pm

he loves watching you apply makeup, especially when it’s very colorful and watches every delicate stroke

he’ll pay for you to get your nails done whether it’s just maintenance and a top coat to a full set with charms

he loves watching your face light up once it’s done and he gives the money to the nail tech

Schlatt loves taking you out and showing you off in general, will find any and every excuse to take you out

loves buying you cute plushies

if you like making crafts he’ll probably use them as decorations

if you get matching jewelry or make him jewelry he’s wearing it constantly

will be pretty upset when it breaks due to wearing it everyday but it’s okay bc u can js make him a new one!!

schlatt will build you a vanity with enough drawers for anything you need and more, making sure it’s cute and just like how you’d like it

schlatt likes doing selfcare days with you and will do them whenever he needs to wind down from his job

he loves doing face masks with you

likes wearing matching outfits you picked out

will admire you for hours on end, just looking at you with love and care

could never get enough of you, ever

[rrenzwrld]

soooo i've had this connie springer x black cheerleader bimbo reader 😗😗.

i see the vision and i have some hcs for you <3

connie springer x cheerleader bimbo! black reader 🤭 hcs that just make sense (i was bout to get carried away lowkey)

— when you first meet, he finally gets the courage to talk to you after one of his basketball games and he gets nervous bc you’re so pretty and cute

— you fell in love with the way he made you laugh and how clingy he was w you. his clingyness is annoying to everyone else but you.. you luv that shit 🤭 but he also made you feel like the only girl in the world when other guys wouldn’t really care about you, your feelings, or your interests

— a lot of “baby, c’mere.” or “bring your fine ass..”

— he always wants to have his hands on you bc your skin is sooo soft

— you are prettyyy high maintenance so you do like to look good at all times and connie knows how important that is to you

— he’ll pay for your manicures, pedicures, hair, lashes, anything to make sure you feel your best bc if you happy he’s most definitely gonna be happy

— his favorite nail designs on you a cute long french or or or a cute lil pink french tip with the charms 🩷 (the charms make him horny yall) he likes how cute they make your hands look when you give him head 🤭

— he loves how fat your ass looks in your cheer skirt so he may or may not be looking for a bit too long sometimes…

— he loves the hell outta your boobs like.. you can’t get him to keep his hands off them so he uses them as pillows sometimes

— he loves seeing you in pink or baby blue and he really likes when you wear the lil skirts or shorts that cover your ass just enough

— he supports the passenger princess movement 100% he’ll take you anywhere you need to go and he’ll drop anything to get to you as soon as possible

— he gives you kisses before and after every game for good luck and you are the first person he goes to after the game ends. as long as you’re there he doesn’t really care if they win or not

— sometimes he’ll try to teach you basketball skills for fun like teaching you how to shoot free throws but you barely know how to dribble fr. he doesn’t care bc he gets to spend that time w you

— connie loves his baby and is willing to protect you with his life bc he just loves you so so much 🩷

[magickkate]

Hey there, fellow witches-in-training! Ready to learn how to fortify your energetic boundaries and protect yourself from unwanted vibes? Let's dive into the magical world of warding and shielding—essential skills for any budding practitioner. Here's the lowdown:

🌿 What is Warding?

Warding is like setting up a magical barrier around yourself or your space to keep out negative energy, entities, or influences. It's your personal energetic security system, designed to maintain harmony and protect against psychic intruders.

🔮 How to Ward:

Clear Your Space: Before warding, it's essential to cleanse your space of any lingering negativity. You can do this through smoke cleansing with herbs, sprinkling salt, or using sound vibrations with bells or singing bowls.

Set Your Intention: Decide what you want your wards to accomplish. Are you focusing on protection, privacy, or something else? Be clear and specific about your intentions.

Create Your Warding Tools: This can include crystals, charms, sigils, or even visualization techniques. Choose whatever resonates with you and feels most empowering.

Activate Your Wards: Place your chosen tools around your space or carry them with you as needed. Visualize a protective barrier forming around you, reinforcing your intention with each breath.

Reinforce Regularly: Warding isn't a one-and-done deal—it requires regular maintenance and reinforcement. Check in with your wards periodically and adjust them as needed.

🛡️ What is Shielding?

Shielding is like putting on a magical suit of armor to deflect negative energy and psychic attacks. It's all about strengthening your energetic boundaries and maintaining your inner peace amidst external chaos.

🌟 How to Shield:

Ground Yourself: Connect with the earth's energy by visualizing roots growing from your feet into the ground below. This helps you stay rooted and centered in your power.

Visualize Your Shield: Imagine a bubble or aura of protective light surrounding you, extending several feet in all directions. Envision it as impenetrable and invincible, repelling negativity like water off a duck's back.

Set Your Boundaries: Intend for your shield to only allow in positive energy while blocking out anything harmful or intrusive.

Maintain Awareness: Stay mindful of your shield throughout the day, especially in situations where you feel vulnerable or overwhelmed. Adjust its strength and size as needed to suit your surroundings.

Keep in mind, both warding and shielding are highly personal practices, so feel free to experiment and find what works best for you. Trust your intuition, stay grounded, and know that you have the power to create and maintain your own sacred space. Stay magical, my friends! 🌌✨

Sources: Sebastiani A. By Rust of Nail & Prick of Thorn. Independently Published; 2020. Wigington P. How to Magically Ground, Center, and Shield. Learn Religions. Published June 25, 2019. https://www.learnreligions.com/grounding-centering-and-shielding-4122187

[archangeldyke-all]

I thought of this and just need somewhere to keep it you can share if you want:

Sevika with a nail tech gf

Sevika letting her paint her nails on her human hand from time to time

Sevika eventually letting her do acrylics on her (nothing too long or two flashy)

Sevika only fighting with her mech hand whenever her nails are done

Sevika being more expressive with her hands when she does get a bit of a fancier set

Sevika getting her nails to match yours whenever you do them

Sevika getting your initial on her nail once and asking for it every time after that

Sevika beaming to let any and everyone know that her girlfriend did her nails, and yes, that's her inital on there

Yeah, I wanna do her nails for her omfg

THIS SI SSOO..... IM SOBBING.

men and minors dni

at first, she doesn't let you anywhere near her hands. she's horrified of all the little drills and scissors, and she's never been the type of person to do anything to her fingers.

but... you look so sad practicing on your little plastic fingers, so she gives in pretty fast.

it starts with just a clear top coat on top of her natural nails, that have been all cleaned up and trimmed.

and... she absolutely loves it. she can't stop looking down at her shiny, healthy looking nails all week.

so... when you ask the next week if you can add some color, she says yes.

she starts with blacks and dark purples and reds. the colors in her pallets.

but as time goes on, and you gain more and more products, she starts letting her restrictions go, lets you paint her nails whatever color you want.

sparkles in the summer, pride nails in june, french tips in winter, sometimes even fancy nail designs when you're feeling fancy.

she doesn't love all your outcomes, but she loves you so much. and she loves the hour or two the two of you set aside every weekend, her hand in yours, as you gently clip and buff and oil her fingers. she loves the sweet concentrated look you get, the pride in you eyes when you're all done, and more than everything-- she loves the kisses you press to her fingers when they're dry.

when you start learning how to do acrylics, she refuses to let you near her human hand with them. she needs her hand to fight and write and work, and she can't do anything with the extensions on.

but her mech hand? she'll let you do whatever you want to it.

can you imagine her with 2 inch acrylics hanging off her gold fingers? painted gold and copper to match her arm?

they'd make her feel sooooo fucking hot. especially when she's fighting people and she can claw the fuck outta them with her new fingernails.

she'd insist that you match her short human nails to whatever design you do on her acrylics.

half the time, she can be found gently gazing down at her fingernails, a small smile on her face.

she becomes so high maintenance about them. the second she gets a chip or looses an acrylic, she's coming home to you with a big pout, begging you to fix them up, or better yet, give her a fresh new set.

she'll start coming home with crazy ideas about her nails she wants you to try. "do you think you could encapsulate some glitter so it can move around freely inside the nail?" or "you should drill a hole through the tip so we can add some charms dangling off." she's adorable.

she starts making you do her toes too. she keeps those more simple, just black or white or a basic color matching the base of whatever design you'd done on her fingers.

she talks with her hands now, all the fucking time. she was never that expressive when she spoke, but now she emphasizes everything with a wave of her pretty nails. people can tell when she's pissed because she starts drumming her acrylics on the nearest flat surface-- many goons have pissed themselves at the sound of the acrylics slowly tapping a table as they try to explain their latest mistake to her.

and every single time someone compliments her nails, sevika grins and starts gushing about her incredibly talented girlfriend, pulling your card out of her back pocket and forcing it on the poor person who was just trying to give her a compliment.

also the initial thing?? yeah, she never considers a manicure complete until she's got your initial or signature carefully painted on her pinkies.

i am so in love with her

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[electronicwitchcollection]

What people in bleach do you headcannon as sugar daddy/mommy?

I. Love. This. Ask! After careful deliberation, I’ve decided on the top three!

Shunsui

If this man doesn’t just scream “sugar daddy” 😫

-Sugardaddy/baby arrangement is perfect for this man, all the perks and benefits of a relationship, romance, intimacy, and companionship without any of the commitment or responsibilities. -Has a huge fortune, what better way to spend it than to lavish you with gifts?. -Gives an allowance as well as gifting you pretty things you’ve mentioned in passing. -Loves to buy you lingerie, anything he can rip off you later -While he will take you out for meals and drinks, he prefers your company at home; somewhere private and relaxing where he can spoil you with his attention. -Hearing you call him Daddy turns him on beyond belief. -While it started as a way to get sexual gratification, Shunsui learned to appreciate your presence, and would sometimes just ask you to come over to spend time together in his garden, where he would lay his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. -Jushiro knows of your arrangement and is very sweet to you when you meet. -He is very easy going and charming, he made it easy to get into the arrangement without any awkwardness. -Likes to see you around three times a week, more if he can. -when he’s called away for work, he’ll arrange flowers and chocolates to be delivered to you.

Aizen

-I think this is the only type of relationship his lordship would adhere to. -It helps him to feel superior, having you dependant on him. -He will have a list of rules for when you are in contract with him, such as no excessive alcohol, no public scenes, no other men can grace your bed -As well as an allowance, Aizen will pay for weakly maintenance, nails, hair ect. You need to always be looking your absolute best, so to fit in with his perfect image. -He enjoys taking you shopping, to only the finest high end stores. He will dress you in the finest silks, custom made to hug your figure flawlessly. -Will take you to the most expensive restaurants, in your beautiful dresses. He enjoys introducing you to the finer food and drink, showing off his impeccable taste and ability to indulge in such luxury -Is always a gentleman, will pull out chairs and open doors. -Likes to have intellectual conversations over dinner, doesn’t care much for personal tidbits and getting to know you on a deeper level. -In the bedroom he requests you call him Aizen sama, his name is the greatest of turn ons, he is far above the title of “daddy”

Daddy Isshin

-I think Isshin got into the sugar daddy/baby life when his sexual urges became too much. -Urahara recommended it one drunken night as a joke (was insanely curious and a little jealous when he heard he got himself a sugar baby, but wouldn’t pay for one himself 😂) -He felt like this was the only way to get the gratification he sought, while also not betraying his wife. -His body had needs, but his heart would always belong to her. -I think after the first few awkward meetings, Isshin discovered he was MADE for these arrangements. -Isshin as a sugar daddy would be fun. Dates would include dancing, concerts, cinema, festivals. He would come alive in your company, being funny and charming, proudly showing you off on his arm. -You would go to quaint little cafes where you could have engaging conversations. -Isshin would pay for everything, including an allowance you would get per meet. -He wouldn’t ask you to look a certain way or wear anything special if you didn’t want to, but will happily gift you spa days or pay to get your hair done if you were to mention it. -Always brings you flowers. Bought you a teddy bear with a little doctors outfit. -He would see you often, especially as his children got older and he spent more time at home alone. -Out of respect for his wife and to keep his children blissfully unaware of his social life, Isshin would pay for hotel rooms or spend the night at your home. -He doesn’t like being called daddy, reminding him too much of his young girls. He LOVES however, when you call him doctor. -Sex is just as fun. He enjoys role playing (doctor/patient is a favourite. As well as collage professor/collage student) he’ll crack dirty innuendos to get you laughing, tickle fights often lead to foreplay.

[evillemons]

WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH HOSEOK WOULD BE LIKE (j-hope pt. 2)

~ based on his ideal type as described in part 1, continued into part 3. Masterlist here.

How precious is he in these pictures? I could die.

• Their relationship would be the “love at first sight” type, where he would fall for her the first time he meets her.

• He would be super flirty and charming with her, making her a little red in the cheeks.

• His laugh would instantly make her laugh, not because anything is particularly funny, but because it’s so contagious.

• When the one of them is stressed or sad, the other would feel the same. Sweet empathetic souls.

• I don’t see them as the romantic types necessarily, but they both have so much love to give to each other and would be incredibly caring.

• Frivolous shopping as their main hobby, of course.

• She would pack snacks for him and the other members to have during practice.

• I feel like they would move in together quickly. Not that she’s not capable of taking care of herself, but in terms of practicality they would be able to save money, cook and eat together without having to travel, they can take care of each other when sick etc.

• Their apartment would be cozy, warm, and inviting. I can see them with a tiny little low-maintenance pet like a hamster (to which they would be excessively attached to and in complete emotional shambles when it dies).

• How cute would it be if they took a couples dance class together? (Although knowing j-hope he would be lowkey judgmental of her lol).

• They could have a lot of makeshift dates at home, too. Having a fancy meal, followed by an outdoor movie on a picnic blanket underneath fairy lights.

• Would paint each others' nails.

• Hoseok is so goofy and theatrical, but I believe he can also be straightforward and serious when he needs to be. They would enjoy the highs, but also have the ability to battle the lows together.

• Although I see them both as agreeable and non-argumentative, I imagine Hoseok would want to be “in charge” and protective of her.

• I’m not sure where they would fall on the spectrum of revealing their relationship to the public. I’m leaning towards less likely, as he would want to maximize her safety and privacy (especially if she has a civil service type job).

• Despite their highly different lifestyles and experiences, I do see their relationship as relatively “normal” and uninfluenced by his status.

• Alongside Yoongi, I see them having the healthiest and most wholesome relationship out of the members.

[bootleg-sara]

Random fuck miitopia job head cannons GO

(Under a read more because it’s really long)

- Most people are born into their jobs. “Jobs” are magical and often affect the person’s anatomy in some way. Under normal circumstances, people cannot change their jobs either. There’s more magical jobs available than what’s shown in game

- You don’t need to have parents who have these magic jobs to be born with one. It seems to be almost random in how the world chooses who has a job and who doesn’t. Vise versa, people who have magic jobs can give birth to a jobless child

- They are called Jobs because the job holders of miitopia didn’t want non-magic users to feel left out. Miis with magic jobs do hold special privileges as well as extra responsibilities.

- There’s charms of each job that can give its job to anyone who wears it. But you do need to wear it for it to work, as you’ll lose your job while it’s off

- The “Dark Lord” is technically a job of itself. The job proper is called Face Stealer. People who became dark lords after wearing the charm was due to the curse that was stuck with the charm, not the job itself. No one is born with this job naturally, the charm being made centuries ago from a long forgotten deity. Their main weapons are special coins that hold faces. They have the capability to both make incomplete monsters and clones of themselves

- It’s been theorized that jobs were originally created by deities long ago to combat the Face Stealer charm. This theory is largely unproven and has fallen out of most modern thoughts due to how long ago a Face Stealer had any prevalence in culture

- Cat jobs aren’t completely cats, but have many cat-like physical qualities. And the amount that shows on a person varies. The cat charm gives tends to give the user a bit less of these physical traits than those born into it. But all cat job holders do have very hairy bodies (some cover the body more like body hair would, while others have hair all over), cat ears, whiskers, and sharp nails. The cat suits that are bought are to help either cover the hair or add more to help the person be more in-tune with their job. The claws are weapons you can wear above their natural claws to improve their performance

- Mage jobs do have a school to help train new upcoming mages. Mages are considered to be one of the dangerous jobs and thus a community of well-known mages made a school to help teach control so young mages don’t accidentally hurt people or themselves. Most mage magic is based in fire and electricity, drawing from earth’s natural power. Most mages do have their own unique spells, but these are considerably weaker than their main stays.

- Vampires can drink blood to heal themselves, but most prefer not to. They usually love acidic foods like tomato juice and blood doesn’t really satisfy that desire. Their teetering between death and life have left many confused as to what vampires truly are. But vampires can die for good and many die of old age (even if their old age is older than an average person). Their “revival” skill helps them get up from being knocked out more quickly, not from being dead. They are not affected of garlic and crosses. Many vampires love a good garlic bread!

- Tanks have the most separated anatomy from a normal human. With a body that has mechanical parts within them. Which leaves them much more durable but also very slow. Their ammo is still connected to a magic system, but they can change their ammo via magically enhanced weapons. Their wheels fold up next to the legs when not in use. Their canon can be replaced, though it must be done rather carefully for underneath that shell is the tanks actual body. Typically only other tanks, scientists, or jobless people who are trained in bio mechanics can do maintenance and body swaps on tanks. Making their armor upgrades the most tedious of the jobs (tanks was the hardest for me to figure out because WOW)

- People get Imp jobs confused with Imps the monster very frequently. Many times in the past people have suggested removing Imps from the job classification and consider them full monsters instead, but that idea never gets through the conceptual phase. They do still have a mostly-human form, while monster imps lack many of human features like legs and a face. Depending on the person, imps can be like bats, birds, or satyrs with wings. Imps are known for trouble, but most people who are imps don’t have a desire to hurt anyone past a small prank. They can only fly in short bursts

- Warriors are the least magically inclined of all the jobs. Still, they have the ability to channel their magic into stronger sword attacks which separates them from a jobless sword user. They also have extremely high durability that surpasses most people, even others with jobs. They are often used to guard important people like kings and government officials due to their high stamina and loyalty

- Clerics are not doctors. Their healing is strictly used for soothing or on the move battlefield injuries. They can’t fix something big a broken limb or cure illness. Still, their curative abilities are matched by none. Being able to rejuvenate a person in mere moments. They can use their spiritual connection to deities to smite monsters, but only those who carry faces. Clerics are notoriously hard on HP bananas, viewing them as unnatural and illy made

- Thieves aren’t called thieves because they steal from others. It comes from their battle tactics of upper handed trickery and quick movements that keep them out of sight. They use more sleight of hand tricks rather than the emotional ones of imps. Thieves do take inspiration from the thieves of yore, but they flip those nasty tricks and use their skills for good. Usually. There’s some thieves that do fit their name sake

- Pop stars are an odd ball of jobs. It can hard to tell they use magic at all to an untrained eye. But those smooth dance moves and captivating singing are enhanced by the magic that lays within them. They simply have to release said magic via the mention methods. Pop stars do not need a microphone to use their magic, but it does greatly enhance its effectiveness. They actually use a magic very similar to imps, touching the deeper hearts of those who listen to their music. The main difference being that pop stars haven’t found a way to use that magic to force actions and stronger emotions like an imp can. At least not yet. There’s a few sneaky ones trying to increase their Magic’s potency

- Chefs job magic is more in tune with fire than being a good cook. They can self heat their pans to cook without a flame. They can conjure fire magic, but most attempts to do that without a pan leads to them setting themselves on fire before their enemy. Their magic is also directed transferred into their food when they cook, which boost that food’s healing abilities. Or damage potential, depending on what they are making. Chef jobs can make even the smallest amount of food be filling and nutrient rich. Chef jobs are the main prepares of monster grub, and are found at almost every inn for work

- Scientist jobs are the most funded group of the magic jobs. Due to how diverse their skill set can be for the modern world. Ironically enough, they are the least likely magic job to be found out fighting monsters. Scientist jobs usually sport a photographic memory and are considered to be very smart. Some are smart in many places, while others have a very limited and specific range of knowledge. Their magic mainly shows itself via electronic/computer-like spell casting. Their spells are executed in a simple coding language. Much like mages, there is a school for the scientist job for many of the same reasons.

- Princesses are the least common job, this job is the only one that is passed down via bloodlines. You need to have a parent with a princess job for the child to have the chance to have that job themselves. Not all princesses jobs are royalty, and not all royalty have this job. A princess job who prefers to be masc-presenting will often dress as a princes. Oddly enough, many princess jobs always carry a natural pleasant aroma with them. With it without the use of a proper fragrance. Along with scientists, princesses are usually not seen in the battlefield. But you’ll see more princess jobs out there fighting than scientists

- Flowers are deeply in tune with the earth. One of the few jobs (along with clerics) that work directly with deities for their magic. Not all flowers actually grow huge flowers on their heads (but there’s definitely some that do). Their flower costumes are to help them feel deeper with the earth they gain their energy from. Most flower jobs do have at least a small bit of foliage growing on their bodies. Sure do hope you like bugs as a flower, because they’re constantly swarmed by them. Thankfully, most bugs do not attack or harm flower jobs. But pest upkeep is an important part of a flower job’s health. Flowers are very relaxing, offering a calming and warm sensation for those nearby them. Flower jobs do not like most essential oils or defusers. Many people respect flower jobs, as it’s a common belief that whenever they use “Flower Power”, they are releasing the earth’s anger, which helps prevent natural disasters. Flower jobs tend to be timid

- Elves are one of the most common power jobs out there (along with sage). Like flowers they draw energy from the earth, but it’s not as direct. Their magic is potent and can be used in many ways, often via channeling it for protection or weapon strength. Usually connected to whatever environment they were born in. Forests are the most common draw, but elves can take from any ecosystem. What ecosystem they draw from will change how their magic is shown

[aswrittenbyaj]

dance for you

pairing: riri williams x Black reader (feminine) summary: it's the first home game of the season and majorette dancer riri is excited to hear the roar of the crowd in the stans. too ad her number one fan is stuck working. wordcount: 3.1k warnings: rated 18+. minors dni. cursing. not beta’d (that’s a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any! dedications & credits: originally inspired by dominique getting ready for carnival in a couple videos that @axailslink posted a few months ago. hbcu!shuri and hbcu!riri live rent-free in my mind so i went with it. not gonna lie yall, i'm not the happiest with this, only because it was supposed to be longer. every time i tried to expand on it, it just didn't feel right to me which is why the ended may feel a bit abrupt. there might be a part 2 in the future (or a stand alone that could be read in connection to this), but for now, i hope you enjoy.

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she looked so fucking gorgeous. 

it was a little after five when you arrived to riri william's on-campus apartment, smirking up at the small yet advanced security camera she had rigged in place of a key. though you were a little skeevy about facial recognition and have your face scanned into the ether, you trusted her...and you loved being able to pop in and out of her place whenever the desire was there.

you didn't have much time before your six o'clock shift, this weekend being mandatory for all bartenders and not to brag, but you were one of brimstone's best. hell, you should've been. you had worked there since you were a freshman, unable to drink, but more than capable of keeping the liquor flowing and charming your way into extra tips.

ending the door, you headed towards the open bathroom door, your feet stopping as did your heart the second your gaze landed on the beauty that was your girlfriend in makeup. your approach had gone unnoticed, riri's eyes closed as her best friend viv continued to pat the beauty blender up her cheekbones, across her forehead, her back to you. 

"oooh, bitch, i'm scared of you," viv had said, giggling as she put down the orange sponge egg, grabbing the setting spray.

a fine mist sprayed from the clear matte bottle, giving your girlfriend's skin a dewy cast. white teeth flashed between nude painted lips as she laughed, the sound your favorite melody. 

you shifted in your position, leaning against the door frame content with watching your shawty get pampered in peace. she didn't always do this. between her classes, "side hustle", and working on her inventions, riri rarely had the time to press pause on life that was long enough to take time out for herself. honestly, the only time she really allowed herself to get dolled up, outside of date night with you, was during football season.

as a fly girl, a majorette on your university's dance team, there were certain level of self-maintenance riri was required to sustain and while during the off-season that meant she was focused more staying conditioned for the next season, the end-of-summer through winter window was when your girlfriend spent more time (and your money) getting her face beat, her hair styled and her nails filled in. 

not that you were complaining. you would never complain about doing something that made her so happy, her inner glow was physically visible to the naked eye. you be able to provide that for your girl? it made you feel favored and fortunate. 

except on nights like tonight.

though subtle, your shift in movement caught her best friend's attention, eyes glancing up at you through the mirror before going back to the task at hand, rocking her weight back onto her left leg.

"looks like i ain't gonna be the only one scared tonight," she said, swapping the setting spray for a black and white circular hand fan, viv flicking her wrist back and forth, the gentle flow of air speeding up the makeup application drying time.

"whatchu mean?" riri asked, her head tilting slightly, perfectly scuplted brow quirking in interest.

"'cause with the way your girlfriend is lookin' atchu right now, anybody try to step to you tonight finna be scared for a whole 'nother reason."

you couldn't help, but laugh, throwing your head back; first, because of viv's commentary, but as always, your attention was never too far from riri. she chuckled before her friend's words fully interlocked cohesively in her mind, eyes opening immediately, knowing exactly where to look to connect with your own. your pink tongue dragged across the plump of your bottom lip as you settled into the full intensity of those brown eyes focusing on you. 

"hi baby," she said sweetly, soft smile spreading into a wider grin. 

it was clear from the alertness in her eyes, she hadn't expected you to stop by. honestly you were pushing it pretty close since it was a ten minute drive to brimstone, and you still needed to head back to your apartment to shower and get dressed, but if you were stuck working all night, surrounded but a bunch of horny, drunk, and high people, you damn sure were gonna make sure you saw your baby first.

hopping down off the bathroom sink counter, she side-stepped viv, arms immediately wrapped around your waist. careful not to ruin her best friend's hard work, you nudged her chin up, full lips coming down to press against hers, supple as always. 

"hi beautiful," you said, pulling back just enough to mumble the words against her duo-tone lips before capturing them with your own again.

"uh, yeah, girl, i'll meet you downstairs in like twenty minutes."

you barely heard viv as she grabbed her things and left, your attention solely on the young woman who had captured your heart a year and a semester ago. her hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against the velvet of your skin as your hands shifted  to the sides of her head, fingers threading themselves in her microbraids. 

you pressed your lips against hers a couple more times before pulling back a few more inches to just look at her, taking her in. she used to hate when you did that, stared at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, as if just having her here proved the existence of magic and miracles. 

these days, things were different, her gaze now a mirror, reflecting back a love so deep you could free fall in it and never touch to bottom.

"you so damn pretty," you said, shaking your head slightly as if her beauty were an insult, lips curling upwards into a smile at the way she beamed at your compliment.

"thank you mami," she said, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw before letting you go, turning to clean up the leftover mess on the counter. "so...how long are you mine for?"

her tone was played casual, but you knew how to see beyond the dramatic lightness of her words.

"forever and a day, but..."

you approached her from behind, hands brushing the terry fabric of her robe as they wrapped around her waist.  you buried the rest of your statement in the space between her neck and robe collar.

"...unfortunately i have to leave in, like, five minutes ago."

"right now? are you serious?" 

you didn't even need to glance in the mirror to see the downturn of her lips though she revealed it to you, half turning in your arms to meet your gaze.

"you really can't make it tonight?"

you sighed softly, the slump of your shoulders obvious. you hated to disappoint her.

"i wish i could." your bottom lip poked out for a second, mimicking her pouty facial expression. "brian's making everybody touch the clock this weekend and since i didn't work last night..."

your voice trailed off, hand on her hip smoothing down over the curve of her ass as you leaned back in for another kiss, this one searing with memories of just how the two of you spent your night off. you weren't the only one still drunk off recollection, a throaty moan vibrating against your lips the second they touched hers. 

all too soon, you pulled apart, a sigh falling from between her painted pout, and not the kind of sigh you loved to coax out from her.

"but you have to go."

you could see her trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice, the urge to kick yourself growing stronger.

"i have to go," you confirmed, the hand on her chin moving down to mimic your right, ten fingers splayed against the soft cotton covering her ass. "but text me where you end up after the game. i'll come find you after my shift," you promised, eyes staying locked on hers for a moment longer, waiting for her nod in agreement. 

her eyes fluttered closed as you pressed a kiss to her forehead, right hand coming down to slap her left ass cheek, the contrast in action drawing a gasping giggle from her and a smirk from you as you made your way out her dorm apartment's door.

yeah, you made a mistake coming in to work tonight. it wasn't that it was boring, not per sé, but at 7 o'clock, it was still pretty early. the only people at the bar were those who couldn't get tickets to the game and with a stadium who's capacity sat at 20,000 people, that number of fanatics without was relatively low. 

still, you weren't bored. you'd just rather had been somewhere else. 

like at the stadium cheering your hbcu's football team on at its first home game of the season...and watching the love of your life shake her ass with a touch of class in the sexiest uniform you've seen in your four years of attending. 

the worst part about it was that you hadn't even seen riri wearing it in-person, instead only getting 8-second glimpses of it on the social media stories of her dance sisters. the last one had been a casual version of the fly girl sway, complete with attitude poses and your favorite thing to see her wear, a smile.

fuck, you had to get out of here.

it took you two beer replacements and an appetizer sampler platter to come up with an easy, but fail-proof way to get out of a shift with a guy like brian. it wasn't hard to find him, the older man hiding away in his office, no doubt watching the game's live feed on his laptop.

your knuckles rapped sharply against the door twice, your boss' head snapping up immediately as if he had gotten caught doing something forbidden. he was so busted. you coughed once to hide your amusement.

"uh, hey brian, i know i just clocked in like 2 hours ago, but i gotta go home."

if anyone knew how to frown with their entire face, it was brian. even his nostrils seemed to display disappointment in your words. 

"and why exactly is that?"

"it's personal."

"so is having a job and working your intended shift to totality."

how you didn't roll your eyes at his bullshit was beyond you. instead, you looked away, left then right, weight shifting back and forth as your shuffled on your feet. after the moment of awkwardness you purposely created, you peeked up at him, grimacing.

"so my cycle just started and there's bl-

brian's work-weathered hand came up to stop your sentience from continuing to completion, just as you knew it would. this was a fifty-four year old man who took his tmi very seriously, which made it pretty easy for you to exploit in emergencies like this. 

"just go, but i expect you to prepared to pick up some extra hours next weekend."

the not-so-veiled threat barely made it to your ears the way you rushed back down the hallway, feet squeaking against the titled floor as you narrowly missed a busboy in your haste.  you rounded the corner of the small break room, using the term "room" loosely.  deft fingers spun the silver combination lock, the tumbler dropping the base so you could pull open the creaking metal door and grab your backpack from the bottom. yanking at the ties of your waist apron, you pulled out the folded bills from the front pocket, the meager tips you managed to earn in the almost two hours of your shift, before shoving the apron and your lock into your bag. 

a loud clang sounded in the room as you closed the door, your feet already in motion towards the entryway and then out the back door.

you contemplated whether or not you should change before heading to campus, your work uniform of black jeans and a black fitted black t-shirt not the worst fit in world, but still nothing close to your usual style. a glance at the clock on the dash told you that if you wanted to see riri's lithe form dancing her heart out, the outfit change would have to wait.

it was a good thing you decided to skip it, too, since the parking lots were full. the packed side streets and grass lot parking had you wishing you had finally gotten your motorcycle license.

turning the block the stadium was on, you could hear the roar of the crowd. you wanted to believe it was for your school, but since the opposing team's school was only two hours away, it wouldn't have surprised you in they had fans attending by the bus-load as well.

just as you were able to say "fuck it" and risk parking in front of the two-hour meter parking you knew was located a couple streets over, a bright orange sign caught you attention, the word "media/press parking" in bold, black block lettering. a smirk formed on your face as you cut your wheel in the new direction.  

the roar of the crowd near deafening as the home team gained 20 yard, only 10 more yards to go to widen the score gap with less than two minutes on the clock before half time, . squeezing through the slow walking and talking bodies, your hand gripped tighter the canon dslr camera that hung from the leather strap adorning your neck, backpack straps trapping the "campus media" badge and lanyard close to your chest.

you had never been so grateful to have joined the yearbook club a year ago, an extra curricular supplement to your photography minor. the navy blue and platinum silver badge pretty much let you get behind the scenes of any school event, which you used to your advantage, flashing the plastic card at the security guard blocking the tunnel gates before slipped past him.

you carefully maneuvered your way along the sideline towards the home team's side of the stans, grateful the that violence of the game was taking place at the other end of the field. it would be just your luck that you got all the way here just to get tackled by a defensive player trying to take down a running back. 

honestly, you couldn't care less about the game, about the screaming fans and the hyped up players near the bench waiting to take their turn on the turf. your eyes searched the stands, instead, easily landing on the twelve dancers sitting poised, one leg crossed over the other as the band behind them transitioned into a new tune.

holding up the camera, you took a few test shots of the fly girls, thumbing quickly to adjust the settings before bringing the viewfinder back up to your face. you couldn't help but zoom in, catching candids of your girlfriend as she waiting for the dance captain to start her lead-in. 

glancing over your shoulder to be sure you were still in the safety zone, you refocused on the task at hand. since there were already other campus photographers on the sidelines, you technically didn't have to get photos of the game, but you weren't going to break cover now, not after you busted your ass to get where you were standing in the first place.

you snapped another photo, looking down at the digital screen with a frown, not exactly happy with the aperture priority.  fiddling with the dials, you glanced up at the stands again, head bobbing as your eye caught the dancer next to riri giving her a nudge and pointing in your direction. speedily, you lifted the camera back up to your face, index pressing down repeatedly as you captured her reaction to your presence. shifting the weight of the camera to your left hand, you raised the right, returning her enthusiastic wave before catching the kiss she blew at you with a smirk.

riri was literally glowing.

the energy in the air was electrifying, supercharged, after the Bruisers took the W, keeping them undefeated at the start of the season. thankfully the teams, band, and dancers were allowed to clear the stadium before the fans, event staff such as yourself following behind.

leaning back against the sleek black of your audi r7, you settled in to wait for riri to exit the blue double doors. honestly, you didn't mind letting the thousands of people fight their way out of their spots and onto the road. you were in no rush, giving a polite smile or wave as familiar faces as they cleared the press lot.

the slight bite of the cool breeze stroked against the bareness of your arms, your hands sliding back and forth to warm them despite the perfectly working heaters on the other side of the car door. just as you were about to give in and sit inside, the petite woman emerged from the double doors, her eyes scanning the busy lot until she found who she was looking for.

you.

it was as if a switch had turned on, the way riri brightened up the moment her eyes landed on you. a smile stretched wide across her face. legs kicking dramatically behind her, she half-jogged in your direction, both hands tucked into the kangaroo pocket of her oversized h---  wait, that was your hoodie. as well as your sweatpants, tied tight to her waist though still baggy on her hips.

"you missed me that much you had to steal my clothes?" you asked, pulling her into your arms.

leaning into her, riri's back bowed slightly as you pressed your full lips to hers, arms pulling her in closer as your lips traveled to her chee bones, her nose, her forehead. her laughter stole her breath as she gave it to the wind, pearly whites to the sky as she grinned.

"well i didn't know if you were comin' or not so i had to do what i had to do." she shrugged, eyebrow quirking as she stood bold in her truth, in her blatant desire to have you close.

"well, i'm here now so no substitutes needed, aight?" your hands slide away from her as you moved to open the passenger side door for her. "so where we headin'--yours or mine? i know you prolly wanna shower before we hit up some parties and i damn sure ain't wearin' this shit out tonight."

eyes never leaving her frame, you watched riri glide into the front seat with the gracefulness only a dancer could have. 

"we can head to yours. i think my 90's lakers jersey dress is over there and you got the perfect jordans to go right wit em too." 

there wasn't anything to say to that, nothing to do but to chuckle and shake your head as your fingers pushed the door closed. there was security in the way riri was so confident in her ability to just assume your things as hers. pride would swell in your chest seeing her swimming in your clothes, her healthy appetite and habitual exercise routine aiding in the appearance of her natural petiteness. not to mention that shit turned you all the way on.

it never felt unappreciated in the way her presence carried over into your personal space, not with the way the invitation was always mutual.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 9

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Tom sticks his foot in his mouth some? AN: Chicks have survived! We ordered 4, got 5 and they all hatched on V day and have Vday themed names. Chapter 8, Masterlist, Chapter 10 ~~~~~<3 “Let me be clear- I am committed for at least a year or until death. We’re married. I do not take that lightly.” It drove him mad that he had to keep saying it. When would she believe that it was more than just a whim? 

“Tom-”

“Part of being married is the sharing of resources and caring for each other. I care for you and I care for her. You don’t have to care about me- it would be nice but that may come in time.”

“What if you change your mind? What then?” 

Mia felt like screaming. She felt like running. She felt like crying. She felt like reaching out to him for comfort. Instead she sat stone still and board straight. 

“What if I let you find us some magical Las Vegas apartment, get us moved and three months from now you get tired of your secret American family and stop paying the rent?”

“I-” It was her turn to cut him off. 

“You’re right- I can’t afford anything better. I can’t afford food until Monday. If I let you in, let you change our lives and then you change your mind? We end up homeless. Hell, I can only afford this damn apartment because we’ve been there so long.” 

“I wouldn’t-”

“How do I know that? How can I trust that?” Mia’s frustration grew when her vision waved as her eyes grew teary. “You think I don’t want to give you a chance because you’re ugly or cruel or something. Any woman would die for this chance but I can’t. I’ve got a little girl who relies on me.” 

She harshly wiped away a tear that had the nerve to slip from her eye. 

“If I take a gamble and it’s a bust, she gets hurt. She ends up homeless. She ends up in state custody. She gets her heart broken too.” 

“I didn’t think of it that way.” 

She scoffed at him and he bristled at that, opening his mouth to try and defend himself. She started again before he had a chance to say anything though. 

“It’s my job to think of that. How can I trust a stranger, even a stranger I married on a whim, to not let some little girl who he’s known for even less time become homeless. How can I trust that you’re not going to suck her into your charm, make her see you as a father then walk away?”

“I don’t want to push her to see me as a father.” That was the easiest point to focus on first. “If that happens, it happens naturally. I’m not going to pretend that we don’t have a lot of things to decide on, to plan and work out but that will take time.”

Creeping fingers slid a few inches more. He wiggled his finger tips against hers, lacing them together. She didn’t pull away and he took that as a good sign.

 “Tom,”

“If I find an apartment- something modest but without gaps in the doors or maintenance crews that help themselves to tenant’s groceries, if I were to pay the lease up front for the year, would you consider it?”

“This is my life-” People would say she was using him, she knew that as much as she knew her name. 

“No, Mia- not any more.” His voice was soft, devoid of the harshness that had crept in. “It’s our life now. We get to decide what that looks like. We will go over what bills we’ll have, we’ll work together and come up with a plan that makes you feel safe and lets me feel assured that the two of you are safe.”

“I don’t want to use you.” She wanted to accept. 

Glancing at Sally, she knew for her daughter this sort of chance at financial security may never come again. If she allowed Tom to take care of them, even if things didn’t work out she could save her checks. 

“If I’m offering, insisting and fighting you to allow it, is that using me?”

“I’ll think about it, alright?” Mia ran her hand through her hair, scarping her nails along her scalp. “It’s just- It’s a lot, really fast.”

“I know.” 

~~~~~<3

She stood in the kitchen crying. There were boxes scattered in the living room to be taken to the trash later. Tom was upstairs reading who knows how many bedtime stories to Sally.

It felt weird to not be the one putting her to sleep. It felt good to have someone to help with simple tasks like bedtime. 

If she wasn’t careful, she could get used to this.

Realizing the refrigerator and freezer both had been standing open while she cried, for how long was anyone’s guess, she closed it. It was overwhelming, seeing the full shelves. Tom had kept his word, stocking the kitchen in a way she had never been able to do before. 

There were drinks and snacks. Brand new pest proof bins held rice, flour, sugar and dried pastas. A electric kettle sat on her counter and a variety of teas were stacked next to her coffee pot. 

Things for him. Things for her husband. 

“Are you alright?” Tom asked softly from the foot of the stairs. “She’s asleep.” 

Mia couldn’t do anything but nod at first. 

“It’s just a lot.” She said weakly. Everything was hitting her now. Regardless of if she wanted to or not, she was going to have herself a good cry right now.

“Is it?” Tom wasn’t sure what to say as he approached. 

“No one’s ever- I’ve never. We’ve never had this much before.”

Tom moved slow, giving her chance after chance to tell him to back up, to stop, to give her space or go away. Large hands rested on her shoulders as he looked down to her.

 “Does he not provide for his daughter?” That was a question that had been rattling around in his brain since he saw the picture. 

“He’s supposed to pay child support but he hasn’t in over a year. It’s just been me and when Ashley can, she’ll help.”

Slowly, Tom pulled her to his chest. “It’s okay.” He soothed. 

It felt good to be held by him. The moment stretched on as she tried to keep her tears to a minimum. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked as she pulled herself away from him. 

There were things to do and crying in his arms wasn’t something on her schedule. 

~~~~~<3

They sat, cups of tea on the small table in front of them. Tom flipped through apartment listings only to have every single option turned down. Frustration built in him with each apartment, nice and basic, turned down. “Why? They’re all nicer than this place.” 

She sat in silence as he took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t her intention but she was being difficult. 

“I’m sorry.” And she was, to a degree. “It’s just so much.’ 

“I’m just going to pick some and we’ll look.” Tom decided, locking his phone and setting it facedown on the table in front of them. “There’s still a lot to decide. We can put the utilities on auto pay so you don’t-”

“I don’t want you to pay for everything.” It would be better to just shut up and let him pay everything, she knew that. It would allow her to save more for when this inevitably falls apart but she just couldn’t make herself feel okay doing it. “Let me at least keep the electric and internet- the electric will vary during the year and the internet isn’t a necessity.”

“I can send money for groceries-” 

“If I’m not paying rent, groceries shouldn’t be a problem.” 

For the first time in their marriage, they sat and talked into the night. The topics were not fun ones. They talked of financial histories, debts, education and potential future earnings. They talked about the cost of managing their individual households.

Tom wasn’t rich in the realm of his career but compared to her, he was far more financially secure. And unlike her, his career was ramping up and reaching for the sky. Tom swore to her, regardless of what direction his career took, if their attempt at a marriage did not work he would not leave her financially hurt but she struggled still to put faith in him.

~~~~~<3

Midnight quickly approached and Mia’s yawns were coming more and more frequently. They were so different in backgrounds that simply learning about each other’s past ate up more of the night.

“You should go to bed.” Tom’s hand reached out for hers. “It’s been a long day.”

“You’ve been up just as long as me.” Mia countered though she still stood up, slipping her hand out from under his. 

“I need to be up a bit longer yet.” He wanted nothing more than to go up to bed though. “I’ve got to make some calls back home. Face the music and take my licks.” 

“Are you in trouble with someone?” 

“No, not really.” Tom thought twice about his answer after he said it. “Probably but hopefully he’s cooled off by now. My publicist wasn’t so happy with me. I blocked him after breakfast yesterday.”

“He knows about-?” She waved her hand to try and encompass the whole situation.

“Yeah, at least some of it.” 

“I didn’t know you told anyone yet.” It was weird. They had built their relationship, small as it was, in a bubble where in a lot of ways he was just a normal man who was caught up in a Las Vegas situation fit for a Lifetime movie.

“I didn’t.” 

Tom knew he needed to face reality head on. Luke would tell him how important it was to get ahead of the story and now it’s been two days. 

“There are pictures of us at a bar and of me with you in your gown. I don’t know how much the world knows but I did tell Luke about our marriage.” 

“It would be better for you if we didn’t do this.” Mia felt the earth tilting under her feet as what he was inched in again. 

“Maybe, but that’s not something I want to change.” 

Mia had so many questions but she didn’t know how to voice any of them. “Marriage records here are public,” was all she could think to say. 

“That’s not a problem- I was planning on telling the truth. Or at least a version of it.”

“What’s that mean?” 

“I like to keep my private life private. We’ll probably present us as something recent but not same day recent.”

“Should I stay up too?” Mia didn’t know what her role in this would be. 

Tom stood and walked over to where she lingered by the stairs. He was touched at how she had opened up to him, slight though it was. It was there, he could feel it- the little buds that could maybe grow into the roots of a real marriage. 

Reaching out, he took her hand in his. These small acts of affection were easier to accept each time they happened but it was clear they still left her uncomfortable. It still very much felt like pretend to her. Mia struggled to believe he felt anything but duty in them. 

“Go on up to bed. I’ll be up as soon as I get done.” 

~~~~~<3

~~~~~<3

Stand still. 

Stand straight. 

Write slow and careful. 

Be neat. 

Breathe. 

Mia checked and double checked her spelling on the form. She sucked on a breath mint, feeling like she was a teenager again trying not to get caught. If they didn’t pull this part off, the cards would come crashing down.

When she was sure, through the muddy sludge of her alcohol steeped mind, she handed the form to Tom. He filled his portion out just as methodically. Every time he would glance up at her, his concentration was broke by a wide grin. 

He was an old hand at filling out forms. Muscle memory took care of what Mia had spent ages overthinking. 

She followed his lead as they returned to the counter. Identification was handed over and then it was time to wait. They stood stoic and still. Every bone in their body wanted to dance, to move and to be in the moment. 

Toms fingers wove through hers. He placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. Softly, he told her things that went in one ear and out the other, lost in the sound of blood rushing. 

“Here’s your packet. Identification is inside it.” The woman behind the counter sounded like she was reading from the dictionary to Mia. 

But not how Tom would sound reading from one. Tom would somehow sound breathtaking reading a dictionary. 

“Congratulations on your upcoming wedding.” 

“Thank you,” Tom said before leaning down and kissing Mia on her cheek. 

They had pulled it off. The woman either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care that the two standing in front of her were not just intoxicated but very intoxicated. This was the one test they had to pass and they did.

“We’re going to get married.” Mia leaned into Tom’s arm as they walked out of the building and into the magical night lights. 

“Let’s go make you Mrs. Hiddleston.” Tom whispered, grin wide was he wrapped his arm around her waist. 

“Let’s go get married.” She smiled up at him, trusting him to guide her safely. 

Tom couldn’t help but glance down at the woman tucked into his side. The flashing lights reflected off her warm brown hair and danced in her eyes. 

He felt something he had never felt before when he looked at her, when she smiled up at him. It could just be the alcohol but he didn’t think so. In his heart, he knew what he felt was a love pure and simple. It was a love he had been chasing and seeking since he had become a man. 

It was a love he needed logic and fear to step aside for him to see clearly. 

Love was waiting for him, he had to just be willing to see it. 

~~~~~<3

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[thegatesofsilverandbone]

Jessica Phillips had always enjoyed the finer things in life. As a high-powered executive from New York City, her idea of a vacation involved luxury resorts, five-star dining, and exclusivity. When she found herself in the small, rustic village of Valverde on a whim, she was less than impressed. The village, nestled along the coast of Portugal, was charming to some but felt quaint and underwhelming to her.

Jessica's initial interactions with the locals were less than cordial. She scoffed at the simple fare in the local eateries, wrinkled her nose at the scent of the sea mingling with the earthy aroma of the village, and dismissed the friendly overtures of the villagers with a dismissive wave of her manicured hand. Her snooty demeanor made her few friends, and she wore her disdain like a badge of honor.

One balmy evening, while wandering through the village square, Jessica's curiosity got the better of her. She noticed an old tavern that seemed to buzz with a magnetic energy, drawing her in despite herself. The sign above the door read "O Barco Enfeitiçado" – The Enchanted Boat.

Inside, the dim light cast a warm glow on the rough-hewn wooden tables, and the scent of spices filled the air. An elderly bartender with twinkling eyes greeted her.

"Welcome, senhorita. Care to try our specialty?" he asked, holding up a small glass filled with a shimmering, amber liquid.

Jessica, eager to prove her adventurous spirit, downed the drink without hesitation. It tasted of honey and citrus, with an oddly compelling undertone she couldn't quite place. Almost immediately, she felt a warm sensation spread through her body, followed by a sense of dizziness.

She stumbled out of the tavern and into the cool night air. The world around her seemed to shift and blur, and she felt an overwhelming need to find solitude. She made her way to the beach, where the waves whispered secrets to the shore. As she walked, her steps grew heavier, her breathing deeper.

Jessica found a secluded spot behind a cluster of rocks and sat down, her head spinning. She felt a strange tingling sensation spread from her toes to her fingertips. Her skin began to itch and tingle, as if it were stretching. She looked down in alarm as her dainty, manicured hands began to broaden and roughen, the nails thickening and becoming more rugged.

Her arms grew muscular, the skin darkening to a sun-kissed bronze. She felt her shoulders widen, her torso expanding with new strength. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying. Her chest, once delicate and feminine, became firm and defined, a thick pelt of dark hair sprouting across it.

As the transformation continued, she felt her facial features shifting. Her cheekbones broadened, her jawline became more pronounced, and a thick, dark beard began to sprout on her chin. Her hair darkened and grew thicker, the texture changing to a lush, wavy black. She reached up to touch her face, feeling the unfamiliar roughness of her new beard.

Her waist broadened, and her hips narrowed, the curves of her body transforming into a more angular, masculine form. She felt a new weight between her legs, a sensation that both startled and intrigued her. Her legs grew thicker and more muscular, covered in a fine layer of dark hair.

As the final changes settled, Jessica looked down at her new body in awe. She was no longer the high-maintenance executive from New York. She had become a robust, handsome man, every inch of her new form radiating strength and vitality. She felt a surge of pride and protectiveness for the village and the people she had once dismissed so easily.

The mental transformation was just as profound. Jessica's once critical and dismissive attitude softened. She found herself appreciating the simple beauty of Valverde, the warmth of its people, and the charm of its traditions. She felt a deep connection to the land and a fierce desire to protect it from those who might exploit or disrespect it.

He stood up, feeling the strength in his new body, and made his way back to the village. As he walked, he practiced his new voice, which was deep and resonant. By the time he reached the village square, he was ready to embrace his new life.

Introducing himself as João, he quickly became a beloved member of the community. He worked tirelessly to preserve the village's heritage and natural beauty, welcoming tourists with a newfound hospitality but always ensuring they respected the village's way of life.

João was happy, more so than Jessica had ever been. He had found a sense of belonging and purpose that had eluded him in his previous life. The transformation had not just changed his body, but his soul, turning a once snooty and rude woman into a proud and protective man, deeply in tune with his home and community.

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A month had passed since Jessica's extraordinary transformation into João, and life in Valverde had settled into a comfortable rhythm. João was beloved by the villagers, and he had embraced his new role with enthusiasm. But back in New York, Jessica's sudden disappearance had caused quite a stir. Her assistant, Maria, a loyal and efficient woman, had been tasked with finding her.

Maria arrived in Valverde with a mixture of determination and concern. She had been Jessica's assistant for five years, and while Jessica had often been difficult, Maria felt a strong sense of loyalty to her. As she navigated the winding streets of Valverde, she asked around for any sign of her missing boss.

The villagers directed her to João, speaking of him with such affection that Maria was both intrigued and puzzled. When she finally saw him, she felt a jolt of recognition despite the drastic change. João’s striking resemblance to the old Jessica in certain subtleties made her heart race.

"Jessica?" she whispered, approaching him cautiously.

João turned to face her, a warm smile spreading across his bearded face. "I was Jessica," he replied. "But now, I'm João. And Valverde is my home."

Maria was stunned. She listened as João recounted the incredible tale of his transformation. Despite the impossibility of it all, there was something about his sincerity, the way he spoke with such contentment and confidence, that made her believe him.

"I don't know what to say," Maria admitted. "I came to bring you back, but now... I'm not so sure."

João smiled. "Why not stay for a while, Maria? This place has a way of changing people. You might find something you didn't even know you were looking for."

That evening, João took Maria to O Barco Enfeitiçado, the same tavern where his own transformation had begun. The elderly bartender greeted them with a knowing smile and handed Maria a glass filled with the same shimmering, amber liquid.

"Just a sip," João encouraged. "It might help you understand."

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Maria drank. The liquid was warm and sweet, filling her with an almost immediate sense of euphoria. She felt her body begin to tingle, much like João had described. Her heart raced as she stumbled out of the tavern, following João to the secluded spot on the beach.

As she sat on the cool sand, the transformation began. Her hands, once delicate and nimble, grew broader and stronger. Her arms and legs lengthened and thickened with muscle, a fine layer of hair sprouting on her forearms. She watched in awe as her torso broadened, her waist narrowing to a more masculine shape. Her chest became firm and strong, dark hair spreading across it.

Maria's face transformed next. Her features sharpened, her jawline becoming more pronounced. A dark beard began to sprout, growing thicker and fuller by the second. Her hair darkened and shortened into a more masculine style. She felt a new weight between her legs, the sensation simultaneously strange and empowering.

As the final changes settled, she stood up, feeling the power and strength in her new body. She looked at João with a mixture of amazement and gratitude.

"I... I feel incredible," she said, her voice deep and resonant.

João smiled. "Welcome to your new life, my friend."

Together, they walked back to the village, where João introduced Maria as his husband, now named Marco. The villagers welcomed Marco with open arms, embracing him as one of their own.

Marco quickly adapted to his new life, finding joy and purpose in the simple yet fulfilling lifestyle of Valverde. He and João became a beloved couple, working side by side to protect and preserve their beautiful home.

Marco's transformation, like João's, was not just physical but also deeply emotional and mental. He found himself shedding the stress and rigidity of his former life, embracing the warmth and simplicity of Valverde. As a husband and partner to João, Marco discovered a happiness and fulfillment he had never known.

Together, João and Marco thrived, their love for each other and their community growing stronger with each passing day. Valverde had given them a second chance at life, one filled with love, purpose, and a deep connection to their true selves.

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character voice tag

Thanks for the ancient tag @memento-morri-writes! I have had a long afternoon of cleaning up and shopping and home maintenance and I am so ready to sit down and write! 🤞

Rules: Rewrite a line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

My line is: "Are you okay?" and I'll be doing this with the Bent Nails crew!

Michael: (aged 23) "Oh my god are you alright?"

Sutton: (aged 16) "Hmm. Are you still breathing? Good. Anything broken? Nope? Okay, up and at 'em again, champ."

Jacob: (aged 24) "You doin' okay?"

Nick: (aged 46) *offers you a hand and a charming grin but doesn't say anything so as not to embarrass you*

Angela: (aged 39) "Holy shit! I mean, uh, whoops, are you okay?"

ANYONE who sees this, and also @paintedbutton @rachaellawrites @revenantlore @mysticstarlightduck and @willtheweaver, no pressure! Your line is: "Can we have [favorite food] for dinner, please?"

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Nails and tips

Hi girls, I just did my nails and I wanted to share some tips to make your nails cleaner, prettier and easier to make! I'm going to specify nails done with nail polish, in other post I will make tips for gel nails.

First of all the brand of nail polish is a very important facto, in my case I use essence's ones, they need two layers if you want a perfect result, a recomendation, if you want a more intense color I recommend aplying a white first layer and for more duration applying an last layer of transparent nail polish will make them smooth and shining.

For the maintenance of the nail I suggest if you are not having any desing putting a transparent layer of nail polish so the nail have a protective layer and it don't brakes easily, also applying oil for nails and cuticles, you can find them in any shephora and it will helps not only to mantein your nail healthy, also to remove press on nails without destroying your nails.

Where I find stickers and decoration for my nails?? In many places you can find decorations, in my opinion in shein you have many types of decorations like stickers or 3D decorations, I preffer stickers as they are easier to wear and to place correctly in the nail without any other materials, here I have some low cost examples because we are pretty girls without money :(

And finally how I have my nails right now, I did them yesterday, I hope you like my examples and this post and you find it interesting!! also i'm gonna uploatsome links to stickers;) XOXO