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LUNCH TIME 🫧🥂

CEO! GETO X GOJO X BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!!! yn is the assistant for the most well known author and sought after publisher. having to deal with him and his friend isn’t for the faint of heart.

WARNINGS!!! oral (f&m receiving), pet names, double penetration, threesome, obnoxious gojo

black heels clicked against the offices perfectly polished marble floors, echoing throughout the hallways past the tiny cubicles. your tinier-than-average skirt rolling up your thighs a little, drawing the intern’s attention. they stare, watching in awe as you bend over slightly to grab a stack of papers from the printer. a few strands of hair falling your your face, some get caught in your brown shimmering lipgloss as you rear back up. your cleavage peeking carelessly through your size-too-small button up top.

“morning gentlemen. papers on mr. suguru’s desk in-“ flipping your wrist up, you check the time. shiny gold watch displaying the time.

10:59.

“-one minute.” the men’s face falls as they scramble back to their cubicles, frantically searching for their research data. shoes clicking as you walk away, using your acrylic, you flip through the stack of sheets tucked in between your arm and underboob. the elevator dings open, snapping your attention back to the task.

level 10.

before the doors could fully close, a man sticks his hand in the middle to stop it.

“sorry, sorry.” he pushes his way in, fixing his suit and hair quickly. god he smelled good. you know it sounds creepy, but it’s radiating off of him.

“which floor?” you ask, not bothering to look over at him.

“uh, ten. thanks.” reaching inside of your skirts pocket, you grab your lipgloss, quickly reapplying it all over your brown and reddish lined lips. the man can’t keep his eyes off you. glancing over at him, he quickly breaks his gaze, blue eyes focusing on the ceiling in embarrassment.

“here for any specific reason?” noticing the white visitors badge.

the elevator comes to a stop.

“visiting an old friend. geto suguru.” upon exiting the elevator, you spot your long haired boss. he stood tall at the front desk, chatting with your coworker about something beyond you. watching as her filled lips form a big smile and the way she perks herself up on her spinning chair, all for him. blonde locks twirling in between her fingers and she swats the air playfully in a ‘oh stop it’ way.

only you and suguru knew the only reason she got this specific job was because her mom babysat geto as a baby.

“mr. suguru.” you speak, monotoned. the girl rears back in her seat, folding her arms over one another, unhappy with your sudden appearance. a nasty scowl crossing her face. the taller man’s eyes drift from his conversation right onto you and then the man you came up with.

“ah! gojo!” before he could over to where the two of you were standing, you stop him.

“hm. with all due respect mr. suguru, if you need anything important, come to me. not the receptionist. im going to put these on your desk.”

while walking away you hear a small -tsss- sound come from who you could only assume to be gojo.

“i like her. you need to keep her.” the words were faint as you turn the corner, finally revealing what looked like a huge mirrored wall. hand reaching out for the knob, you carefully push open the door.

revealing a large office space with two couches, multiple chairs, a large L-shaped desk with one on the side for you and your needs, and an amazing view of new york city to complete it. your feet pad over to the man’s desk, placing all the papers down in their respective piles. while knocking them all against the desk to ensure they were perfectly lined up to staple, the two men walk in.

“i know it’s like she doesn’t know when to shut-“

standing from being bent over, geto nods a little at you. they continued to talk while you finish off lining all the sheets up, securing them with the metal prongs. geto casually slips behind you, taking a seat at his chair. gojo opts for the couch, immediately manspreading despite his well put together appearance. you hear one of the men blow out a gust of air before they both chuckle.

“is there anything else you need from me, sir?” turning around, you can’t help but to notice the man’s gaze locked on your chest for a spilt moment in time. “sir?”

shaking his head, he just points to your desk.

“i need you to check emails for amelia and armando to ensure they sent the three thousand dollars worth of prints. after that, i need you to check in with mr. shelly on the ground level lobby to check if the security system company ever came out. after that call mark about setting up an appointment with a new author he found in kentucky-oh. mark p not mark q. after all that’s done, i don’t think i’ll need anything else.”

“jesus geto, do you want her to be able to work after today?” honestly you were just glad he said something.

“fine. fine. im starving. gojo, you hungry?” the white haired male nodded his head, rearing up from his position. “yn, you hungry?”

shrugging your shoulders, geto just laughed. pulling out his card, he politely hands it to you.

“um, i didn’t drive today.” you say a little nervous now. the man’s dark eyes staring deeply into yours. standing from his spot at the desk. he grabs his card, reaching in his bag for sunglasses.

“you’re coming with me.”

-

the blacked out car moved steadily down the road, the low hum of the radio the only sound filling the space between the two of you. you sat stiffly in the passenger seat, gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. your fingers traced invisible patterns along the seam of your skirt.

geto’s hands rested confidently on the steering wheel, his movements smooth and deliberate. he was an effortless driver, the kind that made every turn and stop seem like second nature. his dark eyes stayed on the road, but you could feel his attention hovering, like a thread stretched taut between you.

no one spoke.

the air in the car felt heavier than back at the office. with each passing second. it wasn’t loud or overt—just an unspoken weight, sitting between, unaddressed but undeniable.

a faint sigh escaped your lips, more out of reflex than intent. you tensed, wondering if he’d caught it, but he didn’t react. of if he did, he hid it well.

the traffic light ahead shifted to red, and geto eased the car to a stop. he drummed his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, the rhythm almost too casual.

“you’re quiet today,” he said, his voice low and even, more observation than accusation.

you didn’t turn to look at him. “just tired.”

also the fact that this man scares the shit out of you?

he didn’t press further. the light turned green, and the car surged forward again, gliding back into silence. but tension lingered, thick and unyielding.

“i like your outfit today.” he speaks, eyes still concentrated on the road ahead. subconscious pulling at your skirt, he gently stops your hand, holding it in place on your thigh.

“you’re fine, ms. ln. i think the black looks nice on your skin.”

-

pulling into the small little shack of a store, eren begins to order while you watch around, making sure no one saw him. unfortunately realizing a couple of girls did in fact see him. they waste no time rushing into the store, star-stuck and eyes full of lust.

“you wrote my all time favorite books! i can’t believe you’re here!”

“oh my god i can’t wait to put this on my story! can i take i a picture with you?”

“is she your girlfriend? oh my gosh! we promise we wont tell!”

“how cute girls, give me just one minute to pay and then we can take a few photos okay?” he answers politely, trying to talk to the clerk. unmoved, the girls continue to shriek and push their phones towards the man, actively causing a scene for the onlookers wandering past.

“okay yall really need to move. this is ridiculous.”

you try to move the girls away from your boss while he pays as to avoid any potential accidents. while creating a barrier with your arms, one of the girls accidentally hits you with her phone. the sharp case decoration leaves a nice sized cut on the back of your hand to wrist. hissing you can’t help but rear your hand back to pop the girl in the face.

geto immediately pauses what he’s doing and yanks you behind him.

“touch her again and none of you will have jobs for the rest of your sorry little lives. see if you were being normal, you’d already have your picture. grow up.” he snatches the bag and takes you by the hand before rushing back to his jeep.

upon entering the vehicle, he immediately asses the damage. taking your hand back, you laugh.

“it’s only a cut, i’ll live.”

“what happened back there was completely unacceptable, im sorry-“

“mr. suguru, to be honest id much rather we just head back now.” you weren’t upset with him, just overwhelmed and unimpressed with his little fan club.

-

walking back past the tenth floor lobby, you and geto walk in to see gojo asleep. his head tucked between his tux coat and couch pillow. your boss shakes his head, placing the bag down on his desk. you return to yours, opening a small cabinet that held your first aid kit, and quickly bandage up the mark.

“im sorry that happened to you.” he says sincerely, pulling out three sandwiches. you just smile and gratefully take your food. geto tosses a canned drink at his friend, hitting him right in the groin. shooting up the white haired man grabs hold of his private area, yelping pain.

and that was the first time you had truly seen your boss laugh.

-

the living room was a cozy mess of wine glasses, half-empty snacks, and easy laughter. you leaned back on the couch, cheeks flushed from both the wine and the warm company of shoko and nobara.

“and the way he got on them.” you reminis, gesturing wildly with your glass, nearly spilling the wine.

“sounds like you’ve got a lot on your mind about him.” shoko teased, taking a sip of her drink with a sly smirk, red lipstick leaving a mark on the glass.

nobara laughed, tossing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“i don’t know, shoko. sounds less ‘infuriated’ and more…interested?”you groaned, sinking deeper into the couch.

“no, no, no. definitely not that. hes just—” your phone buzzed on the coffee table, cutting you off. glancing at the screen. the name geto lit up like a beacon.

your friends exchanged knowing looks.

“speak of the devil.” nobara muttered with a grin.

“don’t you dare ignore it,” shoko added.

With a reluctant sigh, you picked up the phone and answered, trying to sound sober.

“um, hello?”

“yn?” his voice came through the line, smooth and familiar, but with that unreadable edge that always kept you on your toes.

“are you free?”

your friends exchanged amused looks.

“uh… yeah, i guess. why?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“i wanted to check on tomorrow’s schedule-” he said simply, his tone neutral. “unless this is a bad time.”

you glanced at your empty glass and the two smirking women in front of you.

“not a bad time,” you said, the wine making your words a little looser than they should have been.

“you’re just interrupting my girls’ night. so, you know. rude.”

there was a pause, then the faintest chuckle.

“my apologies. i didn’t realize i was competing with such important company.”

maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the lingering buzz from your chaotic day, but before you could stop yourself-

“careful, mr. suguru, flattery might actually work on me.”

the silence that followed was immediate and deafening.

shokos glass froze mid-air, and nobara nearly choked on a chip.

“what?” his voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable lilt of amusement.

your face went hot. “nothing! that was… the wine talking. forget i said anything.”

“i see,” he said, the smirk audible in his tone now. “enjoy your night, yn.”

“night!” you blurted, hanging up so fast you almost dropped the phone.

the room erupted.

“did you just flirt with him?” nobara howled, clutching her stomach. shoko raised her glass with a grin.

“that’s it. im officially never letting you live this down.”

you buried your face in your hands, groaning.

“i hate both of you.”

but even as they laughed, you couldn’t help replaying the sound of his voice—and the way your heart had skipped just a little too fast.

-

the office was buzzing with its usual morning energy—keyboards clacking, phones ringing, and interns darting around in a frenzy of misplaced enthusiasm. you stepped out of the elevator, coffee in hand, your head still slightly pounding from last night’s wine-fueled antics.

“morning , yn!” one of the interns chirped, practically bouncing in place as you walked by. you give a small polite smile, hoping to avoid any prolonged interaction.

jumping on the next free elevator, you fix your appearance before making it up to floor ten.

your desk was a welcome sight, an oasis of calm amidst the chaos. you set your coffee down, powered on your computer, and tried to focus on the day ahead. but it was no use; the events of last night kept playing on a loop in your head. the wine, the laughter, and, of course, that phone call.

“careful , mr. suguru, flattery might actually work on me.”

you groaned inwardly, cringing at the memory.

as if summoned by your thoughts, the door to geto’s office opened, and he stepped in, his presence commanding as always. he was already mid-conversation with gojo, who followed him out with his usual exuberant energy.

“ah, there she is!” gojo called out, his bright blue eyes zeroing in on you.

“yn, you survived the chaos yesterday. impressive!”

you offered a faint smile, already bracing yourself for whatever nonsense was about to come out of his mouth.

“good morning, gojo.”

“and suguru told me you were having a girls’ night last night.” he continued, leaning casually against the nearest desk.

“hope you weren’t talking about us too much. especially me—im shy, you know.”

you nearly choked on your coffee. geto, standing a step behind him, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. his gaze flicked to you, sharp and unreadable, and lingered just long enough to make your heart skip.

“don’t worry,” you said, forcing an even tone. “you didn’t come up nearly as much as you think you did.”

gojo laughed, clearly unfazed.

“ouch! well, suguru and i were just about to grab a meeting room. join us later if you’ve got time. we can debrief about yesterday.”

-

after giving all new interns their assignments, collecting over a thousand sheets of paper to turn into a writer, and setting up a meeting for geto, you’re finally able to meet up with the men.

making your way down the hall, you’re finally able to see two fulls head of hair. they sat in the large open room, going through power points and statistics. before continuing your journey down the hallway, your hands go down to smooth out your pleated black skirt, readjusting the red stockings underneath. the heels you wore today were your christian louboutin, ankle decorated with a small chained anklet.

gojo spots you standing in the walkway through the glass. his hand shoots up in excitement, motioning you over. geto turns around in his chair, legs spread open as he fiddled with his favorite pen.

slowly creeping the glass door open, music played softly in the background from the powerpoint. you slide into a chair at the opposite end of the table from them, sprawling out your side work for tomorrow, just to get ahead.

“i’d say your business will see twice the growth in the next months if you act quick and hire this girl!”

mr suguru just nods his head, eyes not leaving you.

“mr. ln.” he speaks up. “what’re you working on?”

“um, stats charts for last years book. the numbers are drastically different from this years best-seller.” your plump glossed lips pull into a small pout, looking at the numbers in actuality. geto can’t help but to imagine your perfectly polished smile wrapped around-

“gojo are we done here?” geto flips his watch up. “i have about ten minutes until i have an actual meeting to attend.” the two men bicker while you collect what you have and slide it to geto for his stamp of approval.

“you can just hold onto them until tomorrow.”

“some of it pertains to the meeting we have to go to. i reread the email and we missed something. got up early this morning to catch it.” you say nonchalantly, as if it was a normal occurrence.

when you actually just saved his ass.

“wow. you’re good ms. ln. thank you.”

-

you sat side by side with your boss, watching as other people presented their findings and works at different locations. your ink pen scribbled against the notes, highlighting imperfections and completely scratching out what you knew wouldn’t sell.

“im going to stop you right there.” you clear your throat, cutting off one of the girls speaking.

“i know you may think these wattpad stories are the best little slice of life books you’ve ever touched in your entire life. im here to say, on behalf on the man right here, we need something better.” geto watches firmly as you stand, the skirts hem riding up enough for him to see bits of your thigh tattoo. quickly sitting up straight, he acts as if he’s writing notes, but in his darkest mind, all he could think about was bending you over this desk to see how much shit you would talk then.

“we’re over the tweeny-bop, lucky charms, superficial, love stories. we need suspense. we need something the readers latch onto. something second book worthy. the way im seeing it now, none of you will make it out.” your finger tapped against the long rectangular table, hip propped up against it. acrylic creating a louder sound in the boxed room. the group of around eight people held their heads low, understanding that if you said it, geto meant it.

“our next meeting is going be be exactly a week from now. either you guys get me some great rough drafts, or you can happily look for another place to work. you’re dismissed.”

the rooms noise level raises as the men and women collect their sample chapters and belongings, scurrying out the meeting room.

“you’re so stern.” geto speaks up, his attention now locked onto one of the many chapters printed out, stamped, and distributed.

“learned from the best.” you say monotoned, collecting all your work. he walks behind you, stepping towards the door before offering-

“careful, ms. ln. flattery might actually work on me.”

-

finally around the end of the day, you sat at your desk, highlighting, scribbling, and even using white out to fix mistakes. gojo sat on your desk, legs swinging dramatically.

“why won’t you play with me?” he drags out the last word, fingers playing with all your desk utensils. swatting his hand away, you try to continue reading.

“because im not the one who invited you here for a week.” he sighs, standing from the spot on your desk, walked around mindlessly. hopefully he had finally given up. you were wrong. bombrushing you, he pulls your chair from under the desk, gaining enough leverage to lift you out of it.

“why are you so mean! i just want to be your friend, ynnn!” with your body in a cradle position, you try your hardest to get him off of you. loud giggles accidentally spilling from your lips as he inches his fingers into your side, right under your ribcage.

“so you do laugh!” he gasps, spinning you around once.

the large door to the room opens, exposing a very overworked and unhappy geto. tie dangled loosely off his neck, tux jacket thrown over his shoulders, and an old cup of coffee in his hand.

trying to get gojo to put you down, he doesn’t listen. rather, he walks you over to your boss who looks anything but pleased with you and your skirt that had officially rolled all the way up your thick legs, revealing a your white panties, decorated with a little pink bow and thin lace wrapping the hem.

“what’s this? hm?” gojo carefully sets you down on the floor, before you could fix yourself, geto’s hand shoots out, stopping you in the act.

“nothing! i was doing my work and your friend kept harassing me!” gojo scoffs in disbelief.

“hey you liked being held by me, don’t deny it.” gets eyes flick in-between the two of you. finally throwing all his stuff into the couch, his long slender finger points to you.

“over my desk.” eyes furrowing in confusion, you look at him a little longer.

“huh?”

“did i stutter? gojo, take off her skirt and bend her over my desk.” the white haired man wasted no time whispering in your ear.

“are you sure you’re okay with this?”

were you? youd be lying if you said you never thought about having sex with your boss. since you first became his assistant, he’s had you in a daze. lips always perfectly moisturized and stance always firm.

he was a man.

you shook your head yes.

as much as you wanted to be professional and to get everything done on time. you’d always wanted geto.

gojo on the other hand? secret bonus.

the man carefully unzips your skirt, tossing it to the other side of the room before backing you up, the small of your back hitting his friends desk. geto watches as you and gojo stare at each other in the eyes. his palms of his hands rub down the sides of your upper body, caressing the underpart of your boobs and ribs.

“can i take off your shirt?” he asks politely, nodding eagerly, you try to help him. only to be stopped by a well decorated hand. geto stands to your left, pinning your stray hairs behind your ear. the black shirt you once wore was no longer in your sight.

your white lace bra didn’t hide the fact that your nipples were rock hard , poking against the fabric, begging for attention. with a small whine, you bite down on your index finger.

gojo begins to remove his clothing while geto stood over you, his eyes full of hunger. lips attacking your exposed skin, leaving small red love bites.

“take her stockings off.” gojo says, only to be ignored by geto who was lifting you off the desk, walking you over to the large couch. he places you into a straddle on his lap, much larger hands feeling your freshly waxed legs. his lips connect with yours and you feel like a fire was started.

the way his tongue lusted after yours, you couldn’t breathe. his large arms held you securely on top of him, no chance of escaping. you couldn’t help but to try to fight for dominance, only to quickly lose with your boss placing a strong hand around your waist.

gojo takes a seat beside the two of you, geto making you lean over to kiss him. the string of three different salivas mix, hungrily dangling in between you and gojo. feeling your bosses hands yank down your bra, lips attaching to your swollen nipples, other hand gently massaging the nub. gasping into the kiss with gojo, he takes your hand, moving it to his boxers. your hands trace over his length to see what he was working with.

only to be shocked by the size of the man. geto’s hand shift from your body to unbuckling his trousers. gojo pulls away from the kiss, standing beside the couch.

“where you goin-“ breathe caught in your throat, geto flips you onto your back, eyes staring up at you hungrily.

“suck his dick baby, don’t worry about me.” the white haired man’s cock springs out of the black restraining boxers, bouncing a little because of the offices cooler temperature. your smaller hands wrap around his length, thumb collecting the precum that glistened from the tip.

he scoots closer. puckering your lips, you place a few teasing kisses on his tip, using your tongue to spell his name faintly. the man gasps, holding his shirt to his chest, wanting full, undisturbed view of you.

“that’s my girl.” geto says, he doesn’t even bother to pull your stockings down, opting to rip a hole through them instead. the loud unexpected sound caused you to jerk, getting pinned down by the hips.

he dips his head down, placing small, full lipped kisses to your burning clothed cunt. pulling them to the side, his lips waste no time attaching to your needing clit, using his tongue to gently travel the nub then slowly slipping into your hole.

gojo hands reach out to play with your perky nipples while you bobbed your head on his dick, moaning at all the sensation your body was being put through.

“im gonna cum sir-“

“already baby? we just got started.” gojo laughs, his hands creating a stronger grip on you.

getos tongue swirled inside your hole, using his thumb to gently rub your clit, eyes closed in bliss. his hands wrap around your thoughts face fully buried in you. pulling gojo out of your mouth you whine.

“please. please fuck me, sir.” you didn’t have to say that shit twice before the man’s climbing to position his larger member to your core.

“hold her legs.” placing his hands on you, he pushes until your knees are pressed against your ears. he sinks into you at an agonizingly slow pace, every inch filling you. your nails dig into gojos arm, mouth beginning to salivate at the slow strokes.

“taking this shit so good, fuck baby.” the wet sounds combined with skin slapping against each other was enough to bring you close to the edge. with your bosses dark eyes digging into your soul, he’s starts to pick up his pace, fucking your deep into the couch.

“flip her over”. gojo says, pulling off his boxers completely. with a few final thrusts, geto pulls out, his member jumping from the sudden loss of stimulation. you’re placed on your knees and hands, geto moves in front of you, back pressing against one arm of the couch while gojo positioned himself behind you.

“you’re doing so good for us. isn’t she satoru?” the man behind gives a hum of approval while using his tip to collect all the slick, hands on the small of your back, he presses down. the first stroke put you into a haze. geto watches your face contort in pleasure, dick growing hard at the sight again. using whatever ounce of sense you have left, you rear forward, taking him fully into your mouth, wasting no time taking him all the way down your throat.

“mouth so fucking good baby, god damn.”

the man behind you pounding so deep you can feel his tip dancing against your cervix.

“fuck im gonna cum- just just like like mm.” you warn, mouth dripping with saliva and precum, babbling in your state of euphoria. hands still pumping the other man, he grabs hold of your wrists, guiding you faster. the man behind you labored breathing filled the room, hands tight around your waist. the burning in your core finally releasing, causing a mess everywhere.

“imma fucking cum, oh shit.” he pulls out of you, spurting out his seed all over the couch, you fall on your stomach. getos eyes rolled to the back of his head, releasing long thick strings of cum down his chest.

-

after finally leaving the building, you had to be carried out bridal style by geto. gojo had gone back to his hotel, having to leave the next morning.

you and geto end up back at your apartment, standing outside as you took forever trying to grab the right key. the man stood firmly behind you, holding your heels patiently.

let’s just say it didn’t take long for him to be bending you over every surface of your home, ravaging you like a wild feral animal.

“wanna try the balcony next?”

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lady killers ˗ˏˋ rafe cameron !

"man i'm a lady killer, if i want her i'mma steal her" / g-eazy

pairing. dealer!rafe cameron x innocent(ish)!reader

summary. his constant cycle of partying with privilege grants him anything he wants, until you show up to break the pattern.

contains. alcohol and drug use, tension, sexually suggestive, implied age gap, cliffhanger

the lifestyle comes with its perks, constantly surrounded by pretty girls who were more than willing to follow him upstairs. direct access to any substance he wanted, displayed messily across the polished coffee table at all times. not to mention the adrenaline-boosting boom of a surrounding party in some kid's ridiculously expensive house - thrown almost nightly.

it became a normality for him, whether or not he realized how unhealthy his habits may be. blinded by the attention, money, and already through-the-roof addition of popularity, the boy let himself be overcome by it all. but hey, isn't this how you're supposed to live life after graduation?

you, on the other hand, were never overly thrilled at the idea of occupying your time with what seemed to be an endless string of these things. that being said, it wasn't an unfamiliar scene after having wasted a couple of saturdays with friends before.

you also weren't one to deny the opportunity for a good night. which is why you didn't put up much of a fight when none other than sarah cameron insisted on your presence at a party she was hosting in her family's mansion.

she was friendly enough, but not to the extent of being by your side for the duration of the whole night because of an invite most likely given out to everyone in her contacts - that part had you a bit nervous. the idea of being stranded in a room full of highly intoxicated kids you hardly knew.

all precautions were eventually thrown out the window when you found yourself getting all dolled up in the bathroom mirror. mascara turning out perfect over a flawless base, hair down and flowing neatly, a strapless pale pink sundress you'd bought with sarah weeks ago tying it all together.

with one final application of lipgloss over expertly lined lips and a brief pose checking your reflection, you were headed out. fresh acrylics plucking your keys from the household bowl and looking down at your phone to check the time just as it rings, stopping your hand from unlocking the front door.

a sigh escapes you as you juggle everything in your hands to bring the device to your ear after blindly swiping to answer. a loud shout of your name has you flinching and furrowing your brows in confusion - and maybe annoyance. "yeah? hello?"

"c'mon, i'm outside!" a girl all but yells and it isn't until you hear a sweet, enthusiastic laugh that you recognize the voice.

"sarah?" you ask, though already having discarded the keys and slipped on your shoes lying ready by the doormat.

"let's go! i've got a party to entertain," the words are followed by the muffled sound of her shifting around, and you take it as your grace period to get outside before she takes off.

throwing open the door and hurrying down the steps of the front porch, you can't help but smile at the girl sitting in the driver's seat of a black jeep. beaming over at you, she hangs up the phone and ushers you over to the otherwise vacant car with a flailing hand.

the trip to tannyhill is filled with wide smiles and giggles over speakers blaring iconic summer songs. windows rolled down to take in an orangey-pink sky from the setting sun - which almost distracts from how sharp sarah takes what seems to be every turn in town.

the suv eventually comes to a stop after sliding down into the basement garage that screams wealth, right past all the cars lined up along the street. sarah hops out and offers a toothy grin while tossing her sunglasses in the center console.

"i'm so happy you're finally at one of my parties," she says while taking your hand and eagerly leading the way upstairs, her own dress swaying as she walks.

"me too," is all you offer in response, too entranced by the new level of rich that surrounds you while following blindly.

the mansion feels more like a maze as sarah leads you down and around hallways not yet crowded with partygoers. but, the blasting of music that vibrates the house says otherwise.

moonlight quickly replaces the sunshine, making visibility near impossible as you enter where the mass of everyone is. still hand in hand with sarah, you take the chance to look around.

between all the groups in the kitchen and on a makeshift dance floor, it's someone sitting among a circle of couches and chairs that has you doing a double take. turning back the second time is when you recognize the boy with his eyes still glued on you, wiping under his nose, to be rafe.

you don't miss the lazy smirk he shoots before sarah tugs you back to reality, finally dropping your hand and turning to stand face-to-face with the same excited smile.

"you'll be fine if i go say hi to a few people?" she asks, glancing across your face to genuinely gauge your feelings.

"'course. thanks, sarah," you answer convincingly enough that she's scurrying off to talk with whoever awaits her presence.

the best option you conclude is to go straight for the drinks. a quick scan of the counter and you're grabbing a red solo cup to fill with the first bottle you can get your hands on.

"better take slow sips of that," a voice behind you says, low and close enough to know it's you they're addressing. startled, you turn around, only to be face to face with rafe cameron. he must notice the way you tilt your head up with wide eyes, because he takes the opportunity to eye you up and step closer.

"you friends with sarah?" he asks as you set down the bottle of alcohol on the counter behind you, nodding casually - even with the way he's watching your every move so intently.

"mhm," you muster up, naturally a bit nervous standing under the mercy of 'kook prince' himself.

"yeahhh.." he draws out while taking a greedy eyeful of your whole being, tongue pressed to his cheek and making no effort to hide his arrogant smirk. there's a pause before he's nodding back towards the lounge he was previously sat without taking his eyes off you - your body. "y'wanna come with me and try the good shit?"

you look down at your cup when he taps it, swishing the cheap liquid while thinking over his offer. it doesn't take long before you're looking back up with a hesitant shake of your head and a small smile, murmuring, "don't think so.. not really my thing."

he tsks and shakes his head, taking it upon himself to ease the cup from your hand and positioning himself closer. he tilts his head to purposefully look down on you and get in your face, a smirk still present as he speaks lowly, "aww, c'mon. i'll keep you safe."

a nervous laugh and involuntary flush of your cheeks has you unable to refuse. rubbing your lip with a shy nod - admittedly not the most well-thought-out decision - and he's got a hand on your lower back to guide you, following close enough behind to allow his eyes to flicker subtly below your dress.

you approach the collection of seats, wary but not completely oblivious. rafe sits you down on a loveseat, hand moving to wrap around your waist and pull you to his side. the attention from this boy blurs the scene around you, rolled bills on the table, and various baggies with a particular white substance.

"so, um, what's the.. 'good' stuff?" you ask tentatively, looking up at him and shifting in the seat.

"'s all right here, baby," his grin is almost malicious and his eyes shamelessly drop to your lips. removing the arm around you, he spreads his legs and lifts his hips to fish for something in his back pocket.

you take the opportunity to look around at his company and it's no surprise to find topper and kelce among other random guys - even a couple girls who admittedly look a bit older than you and sarah. before processing the thought, you're looking to rafe for reassurance.

he, however, is focused intently on setting up a line of powder on your side of the table with a sharp black card. he sits back with a satisfied grin and looks over at you. "first one's free."

you stare up at him with big, cautious eyes for a moment before turning to the intimidatingly thick string of white.

he chuckles and uses a finger to smudge the neat line, collecting a less daunting amount on the digit. a nod of his head signals he wants you closer, so you do, positioning your body to face him.

snaking a hand to hold firmly behind your neck, he tilts your head back only slightly and prepares to bring his finger to your nose. a raise of his brow asks for permission and you nod.

the substance shoots through you unexpectedly quick which has you screwing your eyes shut and wincing. the reaction only amuses rafe and he moves the arm around your shoulder and tugs you into him once again.

finding solace in the embrace, you allow yourself to sink into his chest - an unsafe level of vulnerability. everything is loud, the booming of music and people feeling increasingly suffocating.

rafe laughs again, smirking in a way that now seems taunting. he takes a good look at you before leaning in to let his warm breath brush against your ear. "y'know, you're real pretty."

that's when you really think about what's happening right now. laying against rafe cameron - who for one reason or another seems to have taken a liking to you. the drug pumping through you and butterflies in your stomach has your heart beating with excitement.

it also has you fluttering your lashes up at rafe with a dopey smile, telling him all he needs to know. all it took was a dot of coke and he's got you right where he wants you.

"why don't you let me take you upstairs?" he presses in a way that shows the line has worked a million times before.

but who are you to turn him down? there's no denying how tempting he is and your attraction towards him. but instead, you shrug and look around in search of sarah.

it takes a minute before you catch her eyes and are met with a concerned yet angry expression. she's quickly by your side and pulling you up from the couch, glaring down at her brother.

"leave my friends alone, rafe." with that, sarah is tugging you away and back through the crowd. your hazy state makes it hard to resist, but you manage to look back at the boy on the couch. he's sitting back, clearly amused but not deterred.

a wink is all he gives before paying his attention back to his friends, leaving you to wonder what all of this meant.

one thing about rafe, though, is when he sets his sights on something - someone - he gets what he wants. he knows he will, and you're no exception.

[glowettee]

⊹♡the ultimate coquette girl's guide to organizing your closet⊹♡

hello lovelies! today i wanna help you transform your closet into a magical wonderland of perfectly arranged clothes and accessories. if you love coquette, this guide will literally be perfect for you. a perfect start for your coquette style/fashion inspo.

essential organization categories:

dresses (sorted by length and color)

blouses (organized by sleeve type)

skirts (mini to maxi)

accessories (bows, ribbons, hair clips)

shoes (mary janes first!)

color coordination rules:

pastels together (pink, mint, lavender)

whites and creams in their own section

darker colors at the back

prints and patterns grouped by theme

must-have storage items:

pearl-handled hangers

vintage hat boxes

clear acrylic organizers

ribbon-tied storage baskets

lace drawer liners

maintenance schedule: monday: dust and reorganize shoes wednesday: refresh sachets and reorganize accessories friday: rotate seasonal items sunday: plan outfits for the week

remember to make your closet aesthetic:

install fairy lights

add a vintage mirror

place dried flowers in corners

use matching hangers

display your favorite pieces

keeping your closet organized isn't just practical - it's a form of self-care! 🎀 hopefully this can help you with organizing your wardrobe, and give you inspo

[emptymasks]

the sam and lucifer standees are here! anyone who had already pre-ordered will be getting their orders shipped next week, and now the rest of the batch are in stock! there are 20 of these left. they're available for purchase on my etsy shop 'emptymasks', link is in my pinned post or you can just search for emptymasks etsy.

these are my first standees and i'm really happy with them. i've never wanted to display my own art before, but i do now. it's a self-indulgent standee but there is a lack of spn fanmerch out there, and i've never found any spn fanmerch for lucifer so i had to make my own.

they're double-sided acrylic, they arrive unassembled and you just slide the stand into the base, the front (sam) is glossy and the back (lucifer) is matt. because it's a different design printed on each side you can see through to the other design if you hold it up to a light source.

the standee is about 15cm / 5.9 inches tall when assembled on it's base. the circular base is about 6cm / 2.4 inches wide. the widest part of the standee is 9cm / 3.5 inches wide.

i also still have my supernatural stickers and customisable badges in stock and for sale.

I can’t link to my Etsy without risking Tumblr hiding the post from tag search results, but the link is in my pinned post, my carrd, I’m emptymasks on Etsy. Reblogs help support artists more than likes ❤️

[ID: photos of a double-sided acrylic standee being held up in front of a white background. each photo is of a different side of the standee. the characters drawn are from the tv show supernatural. the first is of sam winchester as he appears when possessed by lucifer in the alternate futuer of season 5 episode 4 'the end', dressed in his all-white suit (jacket, shirt, trousers, shoes), holding a red rose as he does in the episode, with his other hand hiding behind his back. on the other side is lucifer as he appears when possessing nick in season 5 with the burns/welts on his cheeks, temples and neck, a green tshirt, blue short-sleeved button-up, blue jeans, and dark shoes, holding an archangel blade in his right hand and with his other hand putting his finger to his lips in a shushing motion, smirking, as if trying to keep it a playful secret that sam is being possessed by him. both have three pairs of red wings sprouting from their backs, and they are stood back-to-back and as sam is a little taller and posed slightly differently you can see some of the back of his hear and arm peaking from behind lucifer.]

[aspiringtrashpanda]

OKAY SO my Day #8 got a little out of control (in a good way), so I'm skipping ahead to Day #9 because I'm not quite done the former yet. Don't worry, though. It's dumb and fun and will be worth the wait. This is not dumb and fun. Have some Asmo angst ✌️

Find the prompt list HERE.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

DAY 9 Prompt: Asmodeus Additional tags: Asmo out with toxic friends (OCs), alcohol, demeaning introspection This is 1.6k long, and will be continued for a future prompt

The Fall was packed, which Asmodeus considered to be a little unusual for a Thursday night. The hot air smacked him right in the face the moment the ornate doors–all frosted glass with a venomous vine border–swung open, swiveling laser lights welcoming him home. Nearly every square inch of the club was occupied by demons, all dolled up in their best dancing shoes, swinging their hips to the pulsing bass of the trance beat looping through the speakers. 

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise!” Astia exclaimed, gently tapping the pads of her fingers, careful not to knock her pointed, decorative nails together. Despite her effort, Asmo could still hear the acrylic clack, tickling some small part of his brain.  

Marbas chuckled, “Looks like word of your Asmo Night got out, my friend.” His heavy hand clapped the shoulder of Asmo’s glittering blazer, squeezing lightly. Asmo prided himself in his ability to stand tall under the pressure of Marbus’s grasp. The demon was built like a professional athlete, perhaps only a fraction smaller than Beelzebub. 

“Of course it did,” Lamiya didn’t bother glancing up from her D.D.D. as she marched ahead to the bar, slipping between sweaty dancers with the ease of a serpent through marshland. When Asmo managed to catch up to her, still typing away on her screen and leaning over the counter to put her assets on full display, she explained, “I wrote about it in an article in the last Devil Style.”

“Lami!” Asmo scoffed, though there was no venom in the expression, “You leaked my party early!” 

“Doesn’t look like any harm done,” Marbas leered at a passing succubus. She batted her lashes and melted into the crowd. “Now we can really enjoy our night.”

As Asmodeus leaned against the bar top, sunset eyes sweeping over the throng of gyrating bodies, he felt a pang in his chest. Like an arrow to the heart, pain trickled down his ribcage, collected above his diaphragm. He winced, though ducked his head to hide the expression from his friends.

What was that?

A high-pitched whine knocked him back to reality, Astia hanging off his arm as she pleaded, “Asmo, can you charm a drink into my hand?”

“Oh?” He knew what she meant. She probably hadn’t even brought her wallet. Strange that a model for Majolish had such little cash on hand. Asmo thought he himself made a decent amount for his freelance gigs. 

When he failed to jump into action, she pushed further, her chest rubbing up against his bicep. “Is there something on my face? The bartender won’t even look my way.”

“Clearly he’s not worth your time, Ast,” Lamiya sniffed, but the sound was lost on Asmo as he was overcome with the sudden need to put space between himself and Astia. 

“Yoohoo~!” Lunging to the right, Asmo waved to the bartender, the pretty demon behind the counter lighting up when they saw his familiar smile. “Can we get two bottles of your finest honey demonus?”

Why did their attention feel so good compared to Astia’s tight grip on his arm? Why didn’t her warmth thaw the chill that crept down his spine?

“Of course, Asmodeus I’ll get your tab started right away.”  Was that a sliver of pity in the bartender’s eyes? Their enthusiasm felt off. Almost… insincere.

But then Marbas was talking, snagging a serving of the demonus before the bartender could finish pouring four glasses. “Did you see that Zaramela is coming to town?” 

“Levi hasn’t stopped talking about it,” Asmo sighed, having lost count of how many times the idol’s name was mentioned at dinner the night before. “Is Devil Style running a feature?”

“Not that I’m aware of?” Lamiya finally tore her gaze away from her D.D.D. Asmo had the sinking feeling that the interest in her crimson eyes had less to do with his question and more to do with being out of the loop. As a journalist for the popular fashion magazine, she prided herself on staying in the know.

The demonus was passed out, rims of glasses clinked together. A wiry demon half the size of Marbus knocked an elbow into his lower back, and Lamiya had to hold the man back before he turned the stranger to minced bat meat. 

“What if I interview her?” The thought spilled from Asmo’s lips the moment it popped into his head.

“You?” Lamiya raised a brow. Asmo wasn’t sure he liked the connotation. “Why?”

So he did what he did best–pushed down his doubt and played his confidence card. A dazzling beam stunned his audience. “Only because I’m the most popular demon in the Devildom!” 

Yet, Marbas only laughed, “Because you won the last Bloody Moon contest?”

“Well, yeah!” 

Despite his insistence, they waved him off, Astia scrolling through her call history with a pout, “So Vito hasn’t called me yet. Can you believe it?” 

Her question sounded at the exact same time Asmo blurted, “What if we ask Zaramela to collab with Majolish?”

He was satisfied by the way the bartender’s eyes scanned him from his perfectly coiffed strawberry blonde hair to his pert bottom. He did not, however, love Marbas’s exasperated side-eye. 

“Honestly, yes.” Lamiya pointed to Astia, dragging her manicured finger towards her next target. “Asmo, what are you going on about?”

“Don’t you see the potential here?” Blood was thrumming through his veins faster than he could ever remember, turning those frozen inside bits to molten gold. He knew he was onto something here, spewing, “We have a popular idol visiting our region. That’s a great opportunity to create something new, something fresh!”

Marbus sipped his demonus, looked past Asmo’s shoulder and winked at someone beyond. Lamiya exchanged a glance with Astia. The slope of her lips sent spikes through the skin of his shins. 

“C’mon!” But Asmo didn’t care about their reactions. He couldn’t care. There was something here. An idea that was knocking the cobwebs from the creative gears in his head. This could be big! Bigger than Majolish! Bigger than Devil Style! Bigger than the Avatar of Lust himself! He was practically bouncing as he gushed, “We could design a whole new collection! Partner with Sucre Frenzy and make both party wear and casual wear, you know, for the otakus! I could even talk to Levi and see what he likes best in clothes and designs.” 

Astia cocked her head, big doe eyes fogging with confusion. “But belts are in from last season.”

“It’s true,” Lamiya asserted, “We’re still selling out of the low-slung Hip Huggers.” 

“I mean, sure, but that’s last season.” What was Asmo missing? What wasn’t he seeing? It seemed so obvious: “Why follow a trend when you can start a new one?”

A shrill synth riff lanced through the air, the bridge of whatever song was vibrating the entire building. There was a hook that Asmo recognized–Ah, right. The song was popular on FabSnap. That should have been clear by the way the crowd went wild, the way the bar cleared ever so slightly as bodies pushed into the throng by the DJ booth. 

Lamiya spun on her heel, nearly sloshing her demonus in her sprint to the dancefloor. Marbas followed suite, patting Asmo’s shoulder a little too roughly as he passed. Asmo thought he heard an amused, “Good luck with that,” though the voice sounded a little darker than he’s come to expect from RAD’s fashion club president.

“Is it a bad idea?” He couldn’t help but voice his confusion. He could feel his body slowing, as if he was coming down from a rather spectacular high. He knew what they said. The better the high…

“It’s not bad, it’s just…” Astia smiled, though there was nothing reassuring in the gesture, “You’re Asmo. You don’t do the hard work, you know?”

Asmo frowned. He didn’t?

This time, it was the bass that shifted. A smooth key change lifted the mood into something fizzy and cotton candy sweet. The bartender caught his eye, gestured to Asmo’s depleted glass. The slightest nod and more honey demonus was pouring into the crystal, over ice. 

“Oh! I love this song!” Astia was tugging his arm, now. If Asmo was being honest, he thought she had already left to go join the others. “Let’s go dance!”

There was that arrow to the chest again, launched from somewhere close, somewhere unassuming. Trying his best to put on a brave face, Asmo feigned, “I’ll be right there, hon. I just need to talk to this bartender. They’re kinda cute, yeah? Not cuter than me, of course~”

She took his answer and ran off with it. He lost sight of her instantly amidst the pulsating mass below the laser lights. 

Turning his attention to the pale, chilled demonus rippling in his glass with every pump of heavy bass, Asmo longed for the warmth he had felt mere moments ago. It had lit his entire being on fire, had burned him from within and promised the brilliance of the sun. Where had it gone? Why was he so cold?

He took a sip of his drink. Funny how even the alcohol did little to warm the sluggish blood pooling in his feet, anchoring him in place. When was the last time he’d worked for something? Spilled his heart and soul into a passion project? He couldn’t think of anything since the Bloody Moon competition…

Was he a shallow person? A shiny, reflective exterior that dazzled and distracted from the lack of depth beneath? Was that all anyone thought he was? Was that all he thought he was? 

What did he really want? 

You want them to love you. 

But as Asmodeus threw back the remainder of his drink, the vintage demonus soothing his throat in the worst way, he knew he’d take the endless reserve of his private bath over the puddle at the bottom of the shower any day.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

OBEY ME! MONTH MASTERLIST

[pheonixxfoxx]

Let's Have Those Flashy Goodies!!

There will actually be a couple of collection update entries over the next few days. Not only did the EMS package from Japan arrive, but so did a couple of other fun orders. Prefer to not cram it all into one massive post! *lol* Not really sure if the framed picture is an official licensed product? At the end of the day, it truly doesn't matter. I love it and really want this as eye candy on my wall.

Clearly, a decision was made to open and display the birthday acrylic diorama stand. Figured why not, since the pieces were already loose?!

The wallet shown in the first pic, was taken out of the plastic packaging. I wanted to show off a certain sexy Jolly Roger on the back. Truth be told, this wallet was purchased with one of my Buggy ita bags in mind anyway.

Since learning of ARS, I really wanted a graded 10 slab by them. Really love how they present a card with an engraved metal plaque at the bottom. Looks very clean in my humble opinion, the laminated certificate is a nice touch too.

The odd bottle, lying on its side, above the plush, is actually a food spice! Would be cool to obtain another one and try it out sometime. Okay, so my mind is being silly. It looks like the Buggy postcard is going to bite the bum of the beanbag plushie. *lol*

Yes, the Buggy Stampede figure was unboxed and is now proudly on display. He's just way to hot and flashy to leave packed away. *grins*

This amazing figure was a pain in the rump to photograph. He just needed to be at the right angle. Admittedly, I was not a fan of the little beanbag plush before. However, my mind has now been changed. Beanbag Buggy there is too cute for words and more are now needed. There must be an army of them in my possession!! *inserts evil laughter*

Puma and One Piece did a 4 Emperors collaboration. These shoes were not only snagged for a very reasonable price but were brand spanking new! They have now since been worn by yours truly.

Anyone hesitant about buying these shoes, I'd highly recommend them. There are fun details, such as Buggy's Jolly Roger.

The shirt here was found in a nice sized lot of goodies; the same lot contained the pin set pictured in the third photo above.

Of course, if it didn't feature my handsome genius jester, I wouldn't have been as interested in purchasing it. *lol*

So, this jar was a rather odd and random find. It actually comes with a dessert inside. Shame that I can't try said tastiness, but just owning the container is more than enough for me.

There was one other item in the box, but a photo won't be shown, as I'm rather upset. The seller pulled a bait and switch, sending a fake! What was this item? Sadly, the Buggy Manga TCG card. Something that is rather expensive, but I found what I thought was a not so perfect one for cheaper. All the photos the seller supplied were of a legit card too! What arrived in my hands is not…I truly hate people! The sleazy seller needs to die flashily!! *grumbles* I've been trying to get a refund through Buyee. It's looking like a chargeback may have to be filed, which will get me banned from the middleman service.

[owl-with-a-pen]

Parthas had a vibrancy about it that Kara had seen nowhere else. She’d detailed it in her article the first time she’d visited with Nia, but no words could really do the town justice. Community really meant something here, humans and aliens alike worked together to keep their town thriving. And it was thriving.

Nia had once told Kara that her mother had been the heart of the town. She’d planted the flowers that still bloomed each spring on every street, bursting out from pots beneath the windows of local cafes. She’d been commissioned to paint original works for a lot of the community venues and had even designed a mural that was now proudly displayed across the first building that greeted outsiders into the town’s borders.

Isabel really was the heart – a heart that continued to beat even now that she was gone. Her vitality was ingrained into the lives of every person who called Parthas home, but none more than the family she’d built that home for.

Kara had been visiting Parthas more than anywhere else over the last few months. Not to fulfil her duties as Supergirl, but rather the infinitely more important duties of Kara Zor-El, Maid of Honour Extraordinaire. She’d been busy booking venues, securing hotel rooms, ordering flowers plus catering - giving just about any regular wedding planner a run for their money - and in all that time, she hadn’t yet needed to return to Nia’s own childhood home.

That was, until now.

“Thanks for doing this with me, Kara,” Nia said as they made their way up the cobbled pathway towards the front porch.

It was her first coherent sentence since they’d reached the town border. Nia had spent most of the drive passed out against the passenger side window, a surly furrow to her brow.  Kara was willing to bet she hadn’t had a wink of sleep last night. After all, today’s trip wasn’t exactly something Nia had been looking forward to.

So, she tried to stay cheerful for them both. “Hey, of course.” She beamed, nudging Nia’s arm. “Alex didn’t bestow me with the title Best Maid of Honour Ever for nothing, you know.”

Nia did smile at that, although it couldn’t quite disguise the shadows beneath her eyes. She glanced up towards the house warily, her jaw set. “I’m just glad to have a buffer. Things have still been… weird between us, y’know?”

Kara winced sympathetically. “Is she here yet?”

Nia shrugged. “You tell me.”

Kara took that as her cue. She closed her eyes, opening her heightened senses as she listened out for any signs of life behind the varnished doorframe. She straightened almost immediately. “Well, there’s definitely a heartbeat in there. Your dad’s still out of town, right?”

“Suit and shoe shopping,” Nia said with a roll of her eyes. “I think he’s trying to get a wedding gift while he’s in the city, although he’s not really sure what a Coluan would want. I said waffle iron.”

Kara nodded seriously. “Brainy is getting pretty good with breakfast foods.”

“Right?”

Kara chuckled, catching herself when she noticed how intensely Nia was studying the door. She cleared her throat. “Ready?”

“For this? Never,” Nia muttered, grabbing for the doorhandle. “So here goes nothing.”

The house was just the same as Kara remembered, right down to the pleasant smell of vanilla mixed with acrylic paint that wafted down the hall. From the way Nia stiffened, Kara knew it wasn’t just her heightened senses picking it up.

Isabel’s paintings still decorated the walls, an intricately detailed doorway to her dreams in every direction they looked. Nia kept her eyes trained on the floor, sucking in a deep breath as she took her first step inside.

At the same time, a floorboard above them creaked and a shadow slunk over the banister, dipping swiftly towards them. They both looked up just as Maeve Nal appeared at the top of the stairs, a strained smile already etched in place.

At first, no one said a word.

Kara glanced awkwardly between the two sisters as they exchanged a long and wary look. Kara knew exactly what that kind of a look meant, she and Alex had shared it plenty of times themselves. Once, when they’d been teenagers, Kara had lost control of her heat vision during an argument with Eliza that had nearly burned the kitchen down. The following morning, she’d met Alex with the same expression Maeve was demonstrating now. An unspoken promise to try harder, to be on her best behaviour. No more outbursts.

But there had been- so many more - and so Kara understood the distrust in Nia’s eyes, that hesitancy to believe anything Maeve was selling her, no matter how much they both wanted it to be true.

When Nia remained silent, Maeve cleared her throat. “Nia, Kara, you’re early,” she said with forced cheer. “How was the journey?”

“It was fine,” Nia said quickly, an edge to her voice that made no room for small talk.

Maeve nodded anyway. “Good, that’s good. Do either of you want a drink, or--?”

“Can we just get started?” Nia interrupted, grabbing for the stair rail.

Maeve’s smile hardened into tight line. She pursed her lips, stepping away from the banister. “Of course. Come on up.”

Kara smiled politely as she passed Maeve on the landing. The last time they’d seen each other hadn’t exactly been under the best of circumstances. Not just that, but when they’d first met, Maeve had only known her as Kara Danvers, Nia’s work colleague and friend. Now, like the rest of the world, Maeve knew the truth.

That, right now, she was sharing a roof with Supergirl.

Not that Maeve seemed to care. Maybe she was used to superheroes with a family history as rich as Naltor’s, maybe she’d made the connection long ago - or maybe she was more focused on the well-being of her sister to pay it any thought. This was going to be a difficult experience for them both, Kara knew, and whether Nia admitted to it or not, there was a reason she’d wanted Maeve there with her today.

Nia took the lead down the hallway, walking a path she must have travelled a hundred times over the years, before stopping in front a doorway just across from her dad’s bedroom.

It was already open.

She waited for Kara to catch up from the corner of her eye, bracing herself, before heading through to the other side.

Kara followed her in, Maeve close behind. With all three of them in there, it should have felt crowded, but somehow the room was accommodating enough to fit everyone comfortably. Natural light flooded in from three large windows on the tallest part of the far wall, casting an inviting glow across the tan floorboards. A pink orchid was sat on the windowsill, petals fresh and flourishing in the sunlight.

An easel was set up in the centre of the room, an old canvas still hooked in place. The painting wasn’t finished, its meaning lost to time, but Kara couldn’t help but wonder.

Had this been Isabel’s final dream?

The room wasn’t just home to Isabel’s old artwork. Large antique wardrobes had been pushed against the wall, and boxes of old supplies gathered dust in a corner. The rest of the furniture had been hidden away beneath clean cotton sheets, as though they were already sharing the space with a handful of ghostly figures.

The studio kept parts of Isabel’s life in colour, at least, even if a few had been obscured along the way. Nia’s dad must have been looking after the room as best he could, and although nothing felt neglected, there were certain pieces of clutter that hadn’t been touched for a very long time.

“So,” Maeve said, leaning against the doorway. “Where do you want to start looking?”

Nia didn’t speak; her dark eyes worked over the room, flickering quickly from spot to spot. She didn’t marvel the place like when she’d first visited the Fortress - there was nothing new about it, not really. Kara knew that this was far from Nia’s first visit home since her mother’s passing. Last summer, she and Brainy had stayed in Parthas for three weeks after their engagement announcement, and Nia had since set aside a weekend every month to visit her dad. In all that time, though, Nia had admitted she’d never made it quite as far as her mother’s art studio. It was never locked, the door nearly always open, but she always found an excuse to avoid it.

Now, Kara watched as Nia marked out every item in the room like she was planning an itinerary. Finally, she bit her lip, heading over to the closest wardrobe before pulling it open.

The doors shuddered and groaned on old hinges, the smell of mothballs invading the air, but Nia didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she started to card her way through the heavy articles of clothing that hung inside. Some from decades prior, others more modern in shape and cut. On her right, Maeve opened the wardrobe stood nearest to the door, a host of pastel blues and ivory creams packed tightly on the other side.

Neither sister spoke a word to the other, and Kara suddenly felt that bit more of an invader on the whole ritual. Nia had wanted her there as both a peacekeeper and a friend, but her duty was a little blurred around the edges now that she was stood among Isabel’s old things. Kara decided to open one of the boxes on the floor that hadn’t been taped shut to occupy her time, rummaging inside half-heartedly as Nia continued her search.

She combed through her mom’s things carefully, pausing to squeeze or hold a piece at length when it sparked a fond memory. That was the only time she looked halfway comfortable with what she was doing. Kara felt her pain – aside from the data crystals stored in her pod, she hadn’t had anything left of her parents when she’d been sent away, believing them to be dead. If she had, she might have found the same bittersweet peace that was currently stirring Nia’s confliction.

Every so often, Maeve would offer up a possible clothing option from her closet, pulling a jacket or scarf from the hanger for Nia to see. Her wardrobe certainly boasted a colour scheme more fitting for their objective, but every time Nia shot her down. She was clearly looking for something specific, even if she didn’t know what it was she was searching for.  

Maeve stopped trying soon after her fifth failed attempt, and the room fell once again into a tense silence only disturbed by the screech of metal hangers on metal rails.

Just as Kara was planning to suggest they break for lunch, Nia gasped sharply from behind her. Kara turned immediately, tense and alert, only to find Nia stood with something clutched tightly to her chest.

It was a long piece of satin fabric with a pearly texture. Simple and without shape, like a scarf or shawl.

But there was nothing simple about the way that Nia was looking at it.

“Nia—what is it?” Maeve asked.

Nia gritted her teeth, shaking her head. “This was stupid,” she muttered. Her arms fell slack, dropping the satin to the ground. “I-I need some air.”

She stormed out before either of them could convince her otherwise, disappearing around the corner. Kara caught Maeve’s eye guardedly.

“I should—” Maeve began.

“No,” Kara said. “Let me.”

Maeve didn’t try to fight her on the subject. Her own eyes were glistening, unable to articulate her thanks.

Kara didn’t wait for one. She gave it five seconds before following out after Nia, locating her heartbeat a little too quickly. It was thudding like crazy, and the fact she’d only made it as far as the stairs only increased the volume of her grief.

“Nia?” Kara asked tentatively. When Nia half turned her head and she saw the tears that had begun streaking down her face, Kara’s chest tightened. “Hey, Nia, Nia, what is it?”

Nia only shook her head, wiping angrily at her cheeks with the edge of her palm. “I shouldn’t have done this, Kara. It was a dumb idea.”

“Nia,” Kara admonished, taking her arm. “It was a good idea. A wonderful one. Look, maybe we should take a break. We could go to that coffee place on the corner, the one you were talking about earlier?”

“No.” Nia rolled her shoulder out of Kara’s grasp, folding her arms. “I mean—no. I don’t need a break. I just—” She blinked quickly, clenching her teeth. “Just—I thought this’d be easier, that being here with all her stuff would make me feel closer to her, make everything clearer.” She snorted. “But it doesn’t and nothing here feels right.”

“It’s okay.”

“But it’s not!” Nia spun to face Kara fully, the tears of her frustration still glittering on her jaw. “I came here to find something of my mom’s that I could wear for my wedding day, so why can’t I, Kara? It’s all here, so why—”

“Hey, hey, breathe,” Kara instructed, taking Nia’s shoulders before she could back away. This time, Nia didn’t fight her. She stared, chest heaving, cheeks blotched with red, until finally Kara’s words began to sink in. Her lashes fluttered shut and she drew in one long and steady breath, easing it out through her teeth. Kara smiled. “I think you answered your own question. It is all here, there’s a lot to go through, and I don’t just mean your mom’s stuff.” She glanced meaningfully down the hall, giving Nia’s shoulders a reassuring squeeze.

Nia huffed out a laugh. “Maybe you’re right,” she muttered thickly, before rolling her eyes. “I know you’re right. I just…”

“Take it slow,” Kara said. “There’s no rush, Nia. However long it takes, we will find something. I refuse to leave until we do.”

Nia’s lips crumpled into a smile at her pseudo-serious remark and Kara grinned, winding an arm around her back. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Nia agreed, sniffing into her hand.

After drying her face off with some tissues from the bathroom, Kara guided Nia back to Isabel’s study and right into the expectant gaze of her big sister.

“Everything alright?” Maeve asked immediately, abandoning her search.

Nia nodded quickly, avoiding Maeve’s eyes. “Things just got a little overwhelming.”

“I noticed,” Maeve said with a wry smile. “You were looking at this, right?”

The second Maeve lifted up the offending satin piece, Nia faltered. She set her jaw, biting her lip. “Yeah. It’s just… I guess for a second it reminded me of what mom was wearing in the dream realm. When I—”

“Right,” Maeve said, cutting her off with a pained wince. “Of course. Well… maybe, maybe that’s a sign you should wear it? It’d go well with your dress, right?”

Nia frowned. “You haven’t even seen my dress.”

Maeve gave her a pointed look. “And whose fault is that?”

Nia cringed, taking the shawl from her sister’s hands. She weighed it for a moment, letting the satin slide across her palms before she gripped it more firmly. Eventually, she sighed. “Maybe for the afterparty,” she relented.

Kara caught the unconvinced glimmer in Maeve’s eye when she nodded, turning back towards the wardrobes. “We’ll keep looking.”

On the bright side, the tension that had once weighed the room down didn’t seem quite as present anymore. Instead, Isabel’s studio was flooded with easy chatter. Now, when Nia or Maeve found something that they liked, they’d pause to laugh, nudge the other, and recount the memory that came with it.

“Remember when mom thought this hat looked good?”

“Oh my god, her gardening gloves! I thought the neighbour’s dog stole them years ago!”

“She let me live in this sweater whenever I was sick.”

The stories continued like that for hours and soon, Kara found herself laughing along with them, pointing out atrocious style choices in the mix and begging for the stories behind them. She found she was learning a great deal more about Isabel Nal than she ever had when she’d been alive, and with every memory revisited, a little more of that tension chipped away until it felt like nothing but a bad dream.

The laughter came to an abrupt stop when Nia reached the last item in her mother’s closet. She glanced to Maeve, finding that her sister was in the exact same position. Two wardrobes full of stuff to blow through, and they hadn’t found a single thing she could use.

“Don’t look so down in the dumps,” Maeve said, patting her sister’s arm. “Who said it had to be clothes, anyway? What about…” She stopped in the middle of the room, hands on hips as she scoured the studio. Kara watched as she moved purposefully to the far wall, grabbing one of the larger sheets and tugging it free, revealing the furniture beneath.

Maeve’s face lit up. “Nia--- what about in here.”

Kara stood stunned, staring in amazement at Maeve’s discovery. It was an antique dressing table, an old varnished oak piece with an oval mirror fixed into the headboard and one long drawer fitted underneath.

Nia walked over to it, running her hand across the brass handle before carefully tugging it open. Kara peered over Nia’s shoulder, her eyes widening when she realised what rested inside.

“Oh Rao, they’re beautiful.”

The inside of the drawer was inlaid with a royal blue velvet. Pieces of jewellery had been set delicately into each individual indent. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, all made from bands of pure gold that glittered intermittently with flecks of blue.

“Oh wow, mom’s jewellery collection,” Maeve said from Nia’s other side. She turned to Kara, adding for her benefit: “She brought a lot of them with her from Naltor. Each piece is fitted with a Naltorian gemstone. They’re supposed to help focus the mind and body, offer clarity to those that are lost, and not just for the daughters gifted with the Sight.” She nudged Nia’s arm. “Mom would let us wear them out for special occasions sometimes.”

Nia’s smile was distant, caught far in the past. “I remember,” she said, picking her way across the collection. “College graduation, she told me to choose anything I wanted.” Her hand stilled suddenly, clenching her fingers together. She swallowed hard.

“What is it?” Kara asked.

A scornful smile twitched at Nia’s lips. She glanced up, catching Maeve’s eye through the vanity mirror's reflection. “Except… I never did. I wanted to, really, and it felt right, like I was drawn to these stones somehow. My powers hadn’t even manifested yet, but I was so afraid to pick one, because a part of me knew what it meant, even then.”

Maeve turned away guiltily, unable to match her sister’s glare. The room felt colder, suddenly, and Kara fought the urge to shudder. This wasn’t her fight, nor her place to say anything.  Whatever Maeve had to say, she’d be speaking it alone.

“Do you feel drawn to anything now?” Maeve asked, surprising them both with her certainty, as though she wasn’t being held under scrutiny at all.

Nia’s brow furrowed, her expression guarded. “What?”

“Well, do you?”

“I—” Nia shook her head, turning unwillingly back to the jewellery out on display. “I- I don’t know…”

Impulsively, Maeve took her sister’s hand, linking their fingers together. “Don’t think about it,” she scolded, rolling her eyes. “Feel, Nia. Draw from the stones’ clarity. Let that guide you.”

When Nia glanced Kara’s way, she tried to offer her an encouraging smile, even if she was a little lost on what was going on here. She’d seen Naltorian jewellery before, Maeve’s first peace offering to Nia had been the necklace Isabel had given her, but this was different. When Nia closed her eyes and her and Maeve’s joined hands drew a line across the velvet, a band of blue energy erupted from Nia’s bracelet, winding at first around their fingers before misting out into fine tendrils like digits of their own, probing the drawer’s interior as though they were living things.

Kara supposed they were. What was Nia’s energy if not an extension of herself? And if the stones offered clarity, then they were certainly helping with the search now. Nia’s face was set with expert focus, her eyes rolling calmly beneath her lids as she followed the path her powers were chasing. Until, eventually…

“Wait,” Nia said, her eyes snapping open. “What’s that?”

Kara wasn’t sure what Nia was seeing, that was until she picked at one of the rings at the corner of the set, pulling loose a small piece of ribbon that had been tucked beneath it.

“A pull tab?” Maeve asked.

Nia’s frown deepened as she tugged at the ribbon. With it, a whole section of the velvet inset came loose, lifting upward.

Underneath was a small hidden compartment, barely a few inches across. And inside that compartment…

“Oh my god,” Maeve said. “Is that…?”

Cushioned between four edges of black velvet was a brilliantly silver bridal comb with cobalt blue gemstones set into the fixings in a wave-like pattern.

“The Naltorian symbol for union,” Maeve explained, her face pale. “I can’t believe it was here this whole time.”

“It’s beautiful,” Kara murmured, unable to tear her eyes away from it. “Oh, Nia, it’s perfect.”

“It’s mom’s,” Nia said tightly, closing her eyes. “She- she wore it for her wedding, but we thought it was lost. I only ever saw it in pictures, never…” She stopped herself short, reaching out for the comb before lifting it carefully into her hands. It looked ancient and brand new at the same time. Nia handled it delicately, as though afraid it might snap under the slightest provocation.

Maeve’s eyes shimmered, an eager look, a hungry look. “There’s this old Naltorian tradition,” she said slowly, her voice wavering slightly, “the daughter that inherits the Sight is meant to wear something of her matriarchal line on her day of union. Her wedding day. Every family has something different, something personal, but that item will stay in a family for generations. This was mom’s, but it was also our grandmother’s and our great-grandmother before her. It could go back centuries. It does go back centuries.” She lifted her hand, as though to summon it. “Mom once told me it would only find a Dreamer when the time was right.”

Kara watched Maeve warily, monitoring her fascination.

“I didn’t even know that,” Nia muttered, just as Maeve’s hand coasted over it. Nia flinched, clenching her hand across the comb in reflex. She narrowed her eyes at her sister, weighing her intentions, before slowly unfurling her fingers.

Maeve looked at Nia curiously. When Nia nodded, she breathed in, taking the bridal comb from her sister’s hand. She studied it carefully, running her index finger over each individual gemstone, testing it for durability.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” Maeve said as she continued to examine the comb. “About Naltor, about… tradition. Mom always thought she’d have more time and I… I didn’t want to share it. I wanted it to be a secret, just between the two of us.”

Nia bared her teeth at that, a bitter scowl as she made to turn away. Before she could, Maeve caught her arm, stilling her little sister so that she could run a hand along her back, winding her fingers into the edges of her long hair. Kara watched as Maeve bunched Nia’s locks together in her free hand, fashioning it into a low hanging ponytail. “Hold still.”

“Maeve,” Nia murmured, but she did as she was told, watching her big sister through the mirror as she slid the bridal comb into place, holding in a way that the wave of blue perfectly melded into the depths of her dark hair.

Maeve marvelled at her handiwork. “Well, look at that. It’s perfect on you.”

“Something borrowed,” Kara said, nodding towards Nia’s reflection. “Something blue.”

Nia choked out a watery laugh, rubbing at her eyes. She probed at the comb, grinning as she felt for it in her hair.

“I’m sorry I never told you,” Maeve said, her reflection fixed solemnly on her sister. “It was selfish and spiteful and never my secret to keep. From now on, I’ll tell you everything, I promise.”

“It sounds like a lot,” Nia admitted honestly. She folded her arms, tipping back into her sister’s ready embrace. “Maybe you can tell me more about it back in National City? I mean, I still need to show you my dress.”

Maeve’s eyes lit up in surprise. She grinned, nodding her head. “I’d like that.”

“And wait until the whole outfit’s put together,” Kara added excitedly. “Nia, you are going to make one breathtaking bride.”

“Thank you,” Nia mouthed, taking Kara’s hand.

Kara squeezed back gently. “Any time.”

In the end, she supposed her services as social buffer or peacekeeper hadn’t been all that necessary. Her duty as a friend, however? That was a full-time role.

One that she was more than happy to fulfil for the rest of her life.

[lydskisses]

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[eating-the-inedible]

Here is a list of the inedibles that will be in this bracket

Lava

Orbeez

Orange Joe (fictional "beverage" that's a combination of orange juice and coffee)

Doll shoes

Dirt

Pen caps

Mercury

Watermelon tourmaline

Comet/scouring powder

Moss

Paper towels

Play-Doh

Drywall

Marbles

CD

DVD

Dice

Kinetic Sand

Coins 

Fiberglass insulation

3DS Stylus

Plastic Bottle Cap

Chapstick

Babybell Cheese Wax

Paper

Bouncy ball

Human meat

Venus (planet)

Cascade dishwasher pods

Acrylic Paint

Magnets

Molten glass

Pens

Sea glass

Silica gel packet

Leaves

Cocoa butter lotion

Antifreeze

Pencil Toppers, the lil eraser things

Sand

Tumbled amethyst

Rubber Ducks

The rubber balls from the game Cranium Cariboo

Polly pocket clothes

Poison Dart Frog

Snow

0.1 uF Film Capacitor

The sun

Metal

Eraser

Tide pods

Phone charger wire

Those free wooden pencils you get at ikea (just the wood shell not the lead)

Liquid nitrogen

Aquarium gravel

the weird science juice in the beakers in those stock images

Origami star

Styrofoam cup

Sticky note

Collar of shirt

This submission form

Plastic straws

Glow sticks

Oil paintings

Candle wax

Glass

Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution

Silicone wristbands

Seatbelt

The wax paper under your Poutine

Forearm (doesn't have to be one's own)

Asbestos

Candy wrapper

“Okay so technically this is edible but I’ve had urges to just take a huge bite out of certain sea creatures before. Like just a chunk from an orca or dolphin or great white or seal, etc.”

“Those stupid wooden spoons”

Furbies

Scotch tape

Artificial grapes (the wax/plastic ones for display)

phone

THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES

Crystals

Fire

The goo inside  Stretch Armstrong

Headphone wire

Raw steak

Art

Small colorful rubber bands 

Tinfoil

Pencil lead

Cattails (the plant)

Foamy soap

Liquid soap

Bar soap

Flourite

Shiny rocks

Grass

A hunk of random fish swimming by

A live goldfish

Toothpaste

Styrofoam

Price Tag Fasteners

The moon

Pool noodles

Smol frog

Destroying angel mushroom

the smoke coming out of the grain refineries two Mike's out of Gary, Indiana, Usa

Popsicle sticks

Cardboard

My hat

The tiny rocks in school playgrounds

Gasoline

Blue laundry detergent

Spray foam insulation

Battery corrosion

Fiber optic cables

Packing peanuts

Your mother

Pond water

Dry ice

Alkali metals

Chocolate shampoo

Ping pong ball

Bricks, like the stuff you'd build with. Minecraft bricks even, if you want

Hoodie drawstrings

Horse treats

Chalk

Copper (II) Sulphate Water / Blue Science Rock + Blue Science Juice

Ink

Floam

Fabric Paint

Oil paint

that one art piece of the banana taped to the wall

the hotdog somebody encased in resin

“the thin lego plates not the base plates but like the lego piece thats like 2x8 and they kinda look like hershey chocolate bar pieces”

One of those little hamsters

Model magic

Battery Acid (the drink)

manchineel apple

Rubber band ball

The lava lamp liquid

Blood

Rosin

Wax apples

That cake decoration that came with your slice and you're like 90% sure it's not edible... but what if ?

Soap bubble

Lush cosmetics' products

Plushies

Strawberry Shortcake's dolls with scented hair

Wood

Glue

Salt lamp

People who think children are not worth their consideration

Tarmac

Shampoo

Pennies

Poisonous berries

Chunky soft yarn

Crayons 

Rock

“whatever the Chuck E Cheese Ticket Muncher Machine is eating (it's not the tickets) (or the sound itself but that's neither a solid nor a liquid so this is just kind of holding hands with the hypothetical ticket muncher food)”

Snow globe liquid

Chisel tip whiteboard marker

Raw dough

Raw fuckin cactus. alive

Grape agate

Car seat

Succulents

Keys

Lock pick

Scrub daddy

Molten sugar 

Allergens

Lightning bolts

“Bark dust. Like the dirt/bark dust that's under the bark chips on a playground. Not the chips themselves. The dust.”

Clear deodorant

Apple earbud wires

Eggshells

Squinkies

Hello kitty sweatshirt zipper

Preshredded mozzarella cheese

Scrap metal

Rose

All of the rocks at a crystal shop

Origami polyhedron model

Bubbles mixture

Cupcake liners

Hair gel

Curtain rods

Incense sticks

Incense cones

Metal thing that attaches eraser to pencil

Windshield wiper fluid

Plastic pencil grips

Wooden ice cream spoon

Book

Tree

The liquid in levels

Vanilla extract

Aroace flag

Coil incense

California state testing “next question” button

Spackle

Forbidden coal iron french fries

Garage doors that look like chocolate bars

Plastic takeout box

Velvet

Weird anime girl hair

Freezable gel ice pack

Clouds

Necklace chains

Nail polish

Pencil Shavings

Pool floats

Bao Dumpling

Spray deodorant

0.1 uF Ceramic Capacitor

Vanillish (Pokémon)

Fondant

Really fancy pillars

Computers

Favorite song

Tumblr

“THE LITTLE ORBS IN THE MOUSE (aka trackballs)”

“Any cutesy anime character like Chopper or Pikachu”

Wooden fan blades

Balsa wood sticks

Those blankets that look like tortillas

Microwave

Milk and golden honey softsoap

Batteries

1x2 lego pieces

Light bulbs

Slightly melted lounge chair

Cork (the material)

Pineapple coke

Fingernails 

Sparkly lipgloss

Race Car Tire Marble

Gold trophies

Konjac sponge

Shirt

Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife

Malachite

Heater

Glasses Temples

Typewriter keys

EVA foam

Airplane

Sword

Crumbs in the couch

Children

My wife's arm/shoulder

Records

Yellow ACE bandages

Neon Signs

Scented candles

[ita-kei]

Info and Intro

Hello there, this is a blog dedicated to the niche aesthetic that I dub "ita kei". I have never coined an aesthetic or fashion style before, and to be honest this isn't really my "coining" anyway- I just sought to put a name to it! This post will contain a good deal of information, so I will put it under a "read more".

What is ita kei?

Ita kei is a kei (type) aesthetic involving fashion, aesthetics, and household items that utilize some kind of transparent container or pocket. Ita bags are by far the most popular ita fashion item out there, as they are backpacks/purses/bags with a clear protective window to display merchandise and decorations:

(By fantasy_gamer211 on reddit)

Another ita fashion item that has risen in popularity is the ita jacket. The majority of these jackets are designed and produced by Jellypinch apparel, a major source of inspiration for this aesthetic:

However, ita items, while the core of this aesthetic, are not the only thing under this label. The actual definition is intentionally left loose, but ita kei includes items that have some sort of translucent container section with an inclusion of sorts meant for decoration. To lead by example:

Container shoes

(Via top1fashion)

Resin shaker charms

(Via Sweet Art Crafts)

Gachapon Machines

(Via Japan Today)

Liquid Mice

(Via Deleted Reddit User)

As well as fantastical, cute art that depicts the most improbable things as having a container-like nature:

(Via fresh_bobatae, a major ita-kei inspiration)

(Via meyoco)

The inspiration behind coining ita kei

I have noticed all of these different scattered fashion items and art that has the same core idea behind it: what if you made something silly into a container, when it normally isn't? The charm of a rose under a glass dome, of an acrylic pocket keeping an enamel pin safe, and of a cute toy rolling around in a gachapon ball all hold the same endearing similarity in my mind.

I thought it very fitting to use the term "ita" (stemming from the Japanese word "itai", a term akin to "ouch") as the ita bag community likens its hobby to pain. The pain of spending a lot of time and money on an ita bag, as well as all the pins poking you! But there is another layer of pain to the aesthetic of seeing something so very pretty locked behind a glass, acrylic, or plastic barrier :0

"Kei" aesthetics usually involve a heavy visual fashion style too. In this way, ita kei is like visual cousins with decora kei; the spirit of maximalism drives them both! Ita items are very popular fashion elements, and making a maximalist ita fit is the inspiration behind the "kei" part of this aesthetic.

Rules and Interactions

I would LOVE to see more people pick up this aesthetic and spread it around. I would also love to see your ita bags/jackets, shaker charms, collections, art, etc! This blog is open to asks and submissions both. Please do credit anything you submit that is not originally made/posted by you!

Not sure if something qualifies as ita kei? Feel free to ask! This is my first "public" blog per se and absolutely my first time coining an aesthetic of any kind, so the definition will get stronger with time as I learn to navigate it and this blog.

About the Blog Mod

My name is Corey, but you can call me Mod Z, or simply Z :) I have had an obsession with kitschy little trinkets inside containers since I was very young. I now have an obsession with colourful and bright alternative fashion, and am a maximalist to my core. I absolutely adore ita bags, ita jackets, and ita jumpers, and am working on building my own collection of them! Slowly... TTuTT

[toadeyes-miqote]

Dollfie Dream Sister - Alphinaud and Alisaie

I been waiting for more info on this.

Now Alisaie can join Hylnyan OC's party for adventures (still short of a proper healer for Full Party though)

More photos of semi realistic dolls(sample / youtube video screenshot/ Volks instore sample display) below the cut. Stay out if you can't handle the way they look

SHE'S FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!

Volks JP site Volks US site if you're getting hands for Alisaie. There should be links to partner stores if you want to find stores on your shores to order from SquareEnix US Alisaie Blue Alisaie - Alphinaud

Alisaie is using moulded gloved hands likely in order to stick the Aether Medium ball holder through it to hold better than fabric gloves

Alphinaud is closed mouth head while Alisaie is slightly open mouth (kinda like Luka Megurine)

Magnetic stickon ears like Frieren and SAO Asuna ver Titania

Do I need to be concern about resin eyes since mine use acrylic?

I have a fear of leather/pleather flaking because I already lost my BJD's Leon Kennedy bomber jacket and swat vest that way. As well as some of the gloves the company sells....and some of OC's boots from another company but I don't care, I know what I'm in for. Shoes are my curse even in IRL. Everybody barefoot here. Humidity is the true evil *****Alisaie wear a lot of leather/ pleather so take care when doing shoots with her and storing her clothes. She's likely to share clothes with my Elidibus cosplayer and wigs with Hylnyan's OC. Glamour is the endgame people!!!

Size of dolls to Yoshi-P

Dollfie Dream series are usually done with anime style eyes(well yeah mostly anime characters) and they are light posable vinyl dolls with an internal skeleton(I could be wrong about the older ones).

Y'shtola, the twins and Team Nier's 2B and 9S uses semi realistic art style and eyes (compared to Iplehouse BJD but that's a different story. If you're familiar with Cy Girls or Hot Toys you know what I mean when you scale them up)

I wouldn't mind if FFXIV crew was done as 1/6 because I have a full party wanting to recruit them as well especially Thancred. I totally have a 1/6 size bar for him. Aether medium ball holder. Take note if you want to buy hands for her (or for her to throw hands)

Ears be magnetic stickon

I really like that they are using a light blush on the dolls. It kinda goes with my minions' no/minimal blush style.

Alphi is a good looking lad.

his drone shooty things Nouliths that comes with their own clear holder for posing.

Based on Live Letter on youtube

Volks instore sample display at Doll Point Akihabara

Alphi's eye color! Why do I see shades of Aymeric in this face?

Summary - The adult male Scions will be a challenge to do because mature face, vinyl and stuff ( boyish G'raha might be possible). Thancred and Estinien would be tougher. The Rose of Varsaille Super Dollfie Andre resin bjd weren't exactly in my style sooo..... But Hijikata....Hijikata.

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Bonus

They are gonna be such good friends.

[doe-rose-q]

In May 1992, I drove up to LA with 3 friends in tow to see a special exhibit at the Contemporary Museum of Art—Salvatore Ferragamo’s “The Art of the Shoe.” It was there where I saw for my very first time, the one pair of shoes that are still to this day one of my top faves EVER. These are

“The 🌈Rainbow Sandals”🌈… made by FERRAGAMO. This talented Italian shoe designer founded his company in 1927. 👠👡👢

I was totally dazzled by the sight of these beauties—illuminated in the clear acrylic display case at the LACMA. At that time, I couldn’t believe that this flamboyant, fanciful, and downright futuristic footwear had been conceptualized 54 years ago! 😮

I was immediately enraptured. 😍

I can say with much certainty that it was the experience of seeing THESE iconic wedge heels that started me on my journey of deep love and admiration for unusual platform shoes… and my obsessive collecting of them thus began! 🤩😜

The first few photos here tell the history of these fabulous shoes!

In 2006, the “Rainbow” was resurrected and a limited-edition run of them was made by Ferragamo. But nowadays, they are able to be purchased on Ferragamo’s website—see below link—for $2900! 🤑😳😜

Well… they ARE works of art, after all! 💁🏻‍♀️

In 2018—the 80th anniversary of this shoe’s debut!—Ferragamo released a version of them called the “Rainbow Future” that was made with sustainable materials in a more muted color palette. A limited run of 100 pairs were made so they are obviously VERY collectible! 😛

Owning these epic platform wedge sandals would be an absolute DREAM. 😌💭

Grazie, Signor Ferragamo… 🙏🏼

Per aver creato queste scarpe rivoluzionarie 86 anni fa! 👏🏼🙌🏼♥️

I am so proud to be 1/4th Italiana! 🇮🇹

http://www.ferragamo.com/shop/us/en/women/shoes/creations-icons/rainbow-772433

[naritaren]

So I'm in a FB group about craft show displays and such and I finally saw a halfway decent suggestion for building height with my crocheted hats. Angled shoe display racks. Which got me searching because I didn't want anything too heavy and hard to store the rest of the year. I found some wooden bookshelves with angled shelves meant for kids picture books that are smaller, look cuter, and will be easier for me to store because they fold down flat. So I finally have a better solution than acrylic risers and such.

This is what they look like:

I can sit them on my table because they're only two feet wide and I have 6 foot table so I can tilt the two I bought and then display more stuff on top! I'm excited!

[optikes]

Grayson Perry (born 1960) UK

1 The Annunciation of the Virgin Deal (2012)  digital jaquard loom woven tapestry in wool, silk, cotton, acrylic and polyester, With cotton warp. 200x400cm     search at http://visualarts.britishcouncil.org

A graysonperrytr.com     Tim is relaxing with his family in the kitchen of his large, rural (second) home. His business partner (in yellow) has just told him that he is now extremely wealthy man, as they have sold their software business to Richard Branson. On the table is a still life demonstrating the cultural bounty of his affluent lifestyle. To the left, his parents-in-law read, and his elder child plays on the rug. To the right, Tim dandles his baby while his wife tweets. This image includes references to three different paintings of the Annunciation by Carlo Crivelli (the vegetables), Matthias Grünewald (his colleague’s expression) and Robert Campin (the jug of lillies). The convex mirror and discarded shoes are reminders of that great pictorial display of wealth and status, The Arnolfini Portrait (1434) by Jan van Eyck.

Text (in the voice of Tim’s business partner): ‘I have worked with Tim for a decade, a genius, yet so down to earth. Tim’s incredibly driven, he never feels successful. He’s calmer since his mother died. He’s had a lot of therapy. He wants to be good.’ (On the copy of The Guardian used to wrap organic vegetables): ‘A Geek’s Progress, Tim Rakewell: risen without trace.’ (On iPad): ‘Rakewell sells to Virgin for £270m.’

2 Carlo Crivelli (c1430-1495) Venice, Italy The Annunciation with Saint Emidius (1486) egg and oil on canvas   207x146.7cm    search at www.nationalgallery.org.uk

3 Robert Campin  (1375/1379–1444) Triptych with the Annunciation, known as the Merode Altarpiece

4 Matthias Grünewald (1470-1528) Germany   Annunciation (outer wing of the Isenheim Altarpiece) (c1506–1516)

5 Jan Van Eyck (c1390-1441) Flanders  The Arnolfini Portrait (1434) oil on oak panel  82.2x60cm   search at www.nationalgallery.org.uk

[acrylics01]

Acrylic Storage: Stylish and Functional Organization Solutions

Acrylic storage has become a popular choice for those looking to combine aesthetics and functionality. Its sleek, transparent design makes it versatile, whether you're organizing your home, office, or workspace. Here’s why acrylic storage solutions are a must-have and how they can transform your organization game.

Benefits of Acrylic Storage

1. Durability and Longevity

Acrylic is a highly durable material that resists wear and tear, making it an excellent choice for long-term storage needs. Unlike glass, it is lightweight and shatter-resistant, making it safer and easier to handle.

2. Versatility in Design

Acrylic storage solutions come in various shapes and sizes, from stackable drawers to compartmentalized organizers. Their transparent nature allows them to blend seamlessly with any décor, offering a modern and minimalist appeal.

3. Easy Maintenance

Cleaning acrylic is simple—just wipe it down with a soft cloth and a mild cleaning solution to keep it looking pristine. Its resistance to stains and scratches ensures it maintains its clarity and shine over time.

4. Visibility and Accessibility

The clear design allows you to see the contents at a glance, eliminating the need to rummage through boxes or drawers. This feature is particularly helpful for storing items like makeup, craft supplies, or office stationery.

Popular Uses of Acrylic Storage

1. Home Organization

Kitchen: Use acrylic storage bins for pantry organization, ensuring your ingredients are easily visible and neatly arranged.

Closet: Acrylic shoe boxes or stackable drawers can keep your wardrobe items in order while showcasing your favorite pieces.

Bathroom: Organize toiletries and skincare products on acrylic shelves or in countertop organizers.

2. Office and Workspace

Acrylic organizers can declutter your desk by storing stationery, files, and electronics. Multi-tiered designs maximize space while keeping your essentials within reach.

3. Craft and Hobby Supplies

For artists and crafters, acrylic storage boxes and trays are perfect for neatly sorting paints, brushes, beads, and other materials. The compartments help separate items, ensuring they’re easy to find.

4. Retail and Display

Acrylic storage is also widely used in retail for showcasing products. Its transparent design allows items to stand out, enhancing their appeal to customers.

Choosing the Right Acrylic Storage

When selecting acrylic storage, consider:

Size: Ensure it fits the intended space and accommodates your items.

Compartments: Look for organizers with dividers for better categorization.

Stackability: Opt for stackable options to maximize vertical storage.

Conclusion

Acrylic storage combines style, practicality, and durability, making it an ideal solution for organizing various spaces. Whether you're tidying up your home, office, or creative workspace, acrylic storage offers a clean, modern look while keeping your essentials accessible and well-organized. Upgrade your organization with these versatile solutions and enjoy clutter-free living!

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