#all of these but the first one were in that post of outfits I’ve worn

[doctorsiren]

Trucy in some of my recent outfits (part 4)

[writingoddess1125]

i know request are closed but could you post pt 2 of the darling dove? its cute, also maybe a small blurb of them meeting?

I Gotchu Darling! I may have had a manic episode with 3 monsters and pumped this out baby!!

Pt 1 <-

Pt 2 <-

And the Prequel Special!

The Kings Meets A Dove

König x Plus Size Reader

Warning: Medic Stuff (Like war, blood, etc mention), Awkwardness, Fluff, Funny Too

It was your first week as a medic, and you were still getting used to the chaos of the field. Blood, Bullets and Honestly you had really trying to get the stomach of this place.

You had secretly puked twice behind the tent already.

However you had already fucked truly up- Instead of thinking of 'This is a war zone' maybe dress like it- you had stupidly worn perfectly bleach white Scrubs.

The other nurses had already teased you all day about the impracticality of your outfit, but you had committed at this point- Fact is you didn't even have time to take a piss let alone change uniforms..

"(Y/N)" The head nurse called, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"You’ve got a new patient. Cot six. Staff Sergeant Felix König. Shrapnel wound to the left arm. He’s been cleared for basic care for the next few weeks, so you’ll be his primary nurse while he’s here." You knew this was the nurse way of throwing you a bone- a green nurse getting a fairly easy case.

You nodded quickly, glancing toward cot six quickly.

And then you froze.

Sitting on the cot was the largest man you’d ever fucking seen. He was easily over six and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders and a frame that made the cot look like it belonged in a child’s playroom.

Honestly he was honestly cute.. Except for one thing that stuck out to you.

The whispy ginger mustache on his upper lip- it looked so out of place for him.

Your brain cycling through why-

Just..

Why!?

You must have been staring way too long cause his sharp blue eyes were scanning the room clearly feeling someone staring, and when they landed on you, they narrowed slightly. You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized he’d caught you.

Quickly you look back at your head nurse seeing him smirk at you- This wasn't a nice easy one, he was giving you the scariest looking guy in this damn tent!!

Dickhead!

Swallowing your nerves, you walked over clutching your clipboard like a lifeline. "Staff Sergeant König? I’ve been assigned as your primary nurse while you’re here my name is (Y/N)"

He nodded once, his expression unreadable as you felt like crying on the inside.

For a moment, there was silence, and then he spoke, his surprising light voice but carrying a hint of disapproval.

"White uniform," he said bluntly, pointing to you. "You’ll be a easy target, very stupid way to die Täubchen."

You blinked, caught off guard by whatever he just called yoh and the criticism. Your cheeks flushed, and you straightened your posture, annoyed.

You don't comment however, going on with routine as you examine him- He stares at you as you still can't really read his expressions.

As you turn to leave- you hear him again.

"See already blood.. not a good look-" You turn to see him pointing to your side were indeed there is a nice little red stain on your uniform most likely from when you had changed his bandage. You glare at him- Having heard about this stupid white uniform all damn day you sort of snap-

"Well, that ginger mustache isn’t doing you any favors either so shut up about the uniform-"

The moment the words left your mouth, you froze.

So did König

His hand instinctively went to his face, touching the wispy, ginger mustache he’d secretly been proud of. His ears turned red, and he opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

You, equally mortified over the snap remark which you regretted immediately, mumbled something about checking on another patient and hurried away leaving König sitting there stunned.

The next day, you returned to König’s cot, your white uniform replaced with standard-issue military scrubs.

You hesitated before approaching damn near hiding behind the curtain for a split second, clutching your clipboard like a shield. König for his part, was sitting up straight, his face now very clean-shaven.

You silently thank heaven that the ginger mustache was gone- showing a far cuter face then befkre.

You stared at each other for a moment, the air thick with awkwardness.

"Sorry-" König said first.

You blinked a bit surprised then let out a small, nervous laugh. "I should be the one apologizing first... I shouldn’t have said that about your mustache. That was unprofessional. Im really sorry"

König shook his head, his sort of stoic expression softened by a hint of embarrassment. "No, I... I shouldn’t have said youd die.. It was... rude."

There was a pause, and then you smiled faintly- clearly seeing how awkward he fucking was.

"For what it’s worth, the scrubs are probably a better choice. And... you look really cute." You didn't say without the mustache though.

König’s ears turned red again, but this time, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you, Täubchen" he said quietly.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling softly. "That word, what does it mean?"

König paused for a second clearly going through his head for the translation.

"Eh.. Little Dove... cause of the white uniform you wore"

Your face flushed at this, as he gives a shy smile.

The tension between you eased, replaced by something either of you really knew what it was. But happy it was there.

Over the next few weeks, as you tended to his wound and König adjusted to life in the medical tent very well, mainly due to you- the two of you found yourselves talking more each visit or when König decided he needed to stretch his legs and would visit your station. You had grown to realize that König unreadable expressions was just a very awkward tendency- making him look scary when in reality he was trying to not walk away as fast as possible.

However it seemed the more you two talked the more at ease he was-

Which often ending up with the two of you in fits of giggles-

Like during one of the days when you were changing his bandages mildlessly chatting and at the nearest station a soilder and nurse started to fight with each other.

The nurse screaming out how he came back positive for a laundry list of sexual stds which he tested positive for and him throwing back he was sure she had given half of them to him. Turning into a screaming match of what they did or didn't do during sex as a weapon against each other for everyone to hear and see.

Slowly you reach over closing the curtain of the cot as if some sort lf way to block out the argument.

You two look at each other- König shoulders shaking as he had a hand over his face- you biting your lip to keep from starting to laugh, before the dam broke and you two hear it.

"I KNOW YOU FUCKED THAT DONKEY!" Be screamed out by the nurse- You and König falling over as you two silently laugh so hard you start to physically cry and König rolled to the floor shaking and laughing like a windex bottle.

It was the most fun either of you had in a while- somehow the harshness of war and blood seemed just a tiny bit easier when you guys were close.

By the time König was cleared to return to duty, you had been rushed to the other side of the medical tent seemingly helping out one of your superiors.

König’s standing there for a moment, Wondering if he should say anything.. Normally he would have just walked out and prayed to a silent God to never come back to this tent..

However that wasn't the case this time.. He may not like the tent, but he liked being with you in the tent.

König glanced out of the tent for a moment, then back at you.. for a second he turned to just leave and just accept he may never see you again. Till he heard you laugh at something it just made his chest do backflips.

He closed his eyes for a second- Willing himself as he walked over to you. Seeing you washing your hands at the sink set up- ignoring the blood going down the drain.

"(Y/N)-"

You look up to him and smile drying off your hands quickly.

"König! I'm glad to see you, I'd thought you'd left already" You say, happy to see him before you assume he ran back to the field.

"I am about to- But.." He hesitated for a moment, shifting his boots to the ground as you looked up to him raising an eyebrow.

"Do you want to grab drinks?.. With me?" He managed out, stuttering a tiny bit as he did so as he mentally slapped himself- Looking to your face expecting rejection but instead you seem to light up giving him the biggest smile he'd ever seen that would forever be seered in his brain.

"I'd love to"

[matrixbearer2024]

IT'S HEREEEE OH GOD I TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO POST THIS- I hope my artstyle is acceptable HAHAHA- Anyway, have fun yall and here's the fic that goes along with it-

Strip Challenge: Round 1! (Stanford Pines x Reader)

You tease Ford a little as he models out an old outfit for you. He's largely confused by what you're asking of him but he indulges you anyway.

"Are you ready?" "For the dozenth time, yes, Ford!"

You giggled as Ford finally emerged from the closet, dressed in an old outfit—head to toe in shades of black and grey. For once, he was wearing something different, and you couldn’t help but stare. The man in question, feeling the weight of your gaze, shifted awkwardly, a bit shy.

“It’s... been quite a while since I’ve worn this. I’m surprised it still fits as well as it does.”

The scientist scratched the back of his neck as you approached him with a mischievous grin. There was something playful in your eyes, something brewing, and Ford could sense it. Yet, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what you were planning.

“It looks amazing on you~”

Ford’s pulse quickened as you slowly circled him, inspecting his outfit with a bit too much attention. The way your eyes roamed made him feel a tad self-conscious. Then, without warning, you reached for his hands, gently removing his gloves one by one.

Ford felt his breath hitch in his throat as the gloves slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor, forgotten. Then, without hesitation, you tugged him down for a kiss.

Heat rose to his cheeks as you caught him off guard, the warmth of your lips sending a shockwave through his system. Instinctively, he pulled you closer, his heart pounding as the soft, disarming kiss left him breathless. He was intoxicated by you, by the moment, the world around him disappearing as your playfulness filled the air between you.

Suddenly, the sound of something hitting the floor pulled him back. He blinked, still dazed from the kiss, only to see his goggles lying on the ground behind you. You had tossed them aside with a cheeky grin, leaving him even more flustered.

Ford raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips as he met your gaze, full of mischief.

“Just what are you planning, my dear?”

He asked, his voice low and curious, the spark of excitement unmistakable. Your grin only widened as you leaned in, fingers lightly trailing down his arm, sending a shiver through him.

“You’ll see~”

You purred, leaving him with a whirlwind of curiosity and anticipation, his pulse racing all over again.

WELL TIME TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT AHAHA First part is here

[skyracha]

Chaumet Event

[Seungmin x f!idol!reader]

POV: You show up to the Chaumet Event in Paris just to see none other than your worst enemy, Seungmin. After some events, your night (and outfit) are ruined and someone comes to your rescue ;)

Content: Cursing in private lol, “who did this to you?” trope, enemies to lovers fr, some suggestive content but nothing beyond some making out, just two idols literally breaking every rule, idols acting out of norm, heheh

THE LINKS: If they don’t work PLEASE LMK!! Also for the jewelry there’s THREE seperate links.

Yoshi and Ivy are not meant to be real ppl, purely characters created for the story

I stumbled across a post by my dear friend @nightmarenyxx and was like ‘ya know what i know i do fake texts but fuck it, this is TOO GOOD’

ENJOY!!

My library HERE :)

Showing up in Paris was supposed to be a dream come true. Attending the Chaumet Event during Paris Fashion Week was supposed to be the highlight of my year.

And it was until I walked in to see Kim Seung-min standing across the room.

Ever since my recent rise to fame in the KPop industry, he’s never gave up the chance to put me down in some way. Always a sly comment or subtle blow to my self esteem.

I tried to hide my expression as cameras continued to flash. It wasn’t unknown to the public that we had a rivalry, they just assume it’s fan service.

If our rivalry is fan service then so is minsung.

Working my way around the room, I find the Singapore Bazaar interviewer. My manager runs through what to say and do and what questions will be asked.

During the interview, all I can focus on is Seungmin moving his way across the room (not so) subtly.

“Just don’t give him your time. If he gets over here just ignore him. We don’t need the press getting pictures of you two together.” My manager grabs my arm and we begin to make our rounds and saying hello to people and networking.

���I can feel him looking over here.” I let out a deep breathe and squeeze her arm. My manager has always been like an older sister to me since I entered the industry young and with little knowledge. “I feel sick. I don’t want to deal with his big mouth tonight.”

“I know honey, but listen. Just don’t pay him any mind. If he does say something, just manipulate it.”

“Manipulate it?” I turn to face her and raise an eyebrow. A worker comes by with a tray of drinks and I grab one. My manager grabs it from me and puts it back on the tray.

“No alcohol. You’re still in early stages in this world. It’s bad for your image and it can impair your thinking.” I roll my eyes, not having alcohol in this moment sucks. I could use the relief from my overthinking mind.

“Anyways,” she continues. “If he says something, just smile and thank him. He’ll be so confused you can just walk away before he has a comeback for it.” She scans the room.

“That’ll work?” I try to follow her gaze.

“Yes, it always does.” She winks. “I have to go network on my own now, think you’ll be okay?”

Nodding, I squeeze her hand. “I’ll be fine. I’m gonna do a walk by of the array of sweets I see and try to find a non alcoholic drink around here.”

She laughs and pats my arm. “I’ll come find you later.” With that she walks off to find whoever she spotted earlier. I straighten the hem of my outfit and take a quick survey of the crowds of people.

I fiddle with my outfit again. My stylist went way too hard with it. It was a black oversized suit jacket-dress with rhinestones on the collar and details. It sat mid thigh, leaving my legs bare. Underneath the jacket was just some shapewear, so I had to be careful with my posture.

In the spirit of the event, I was decorated in the finest Joséphine Aigrette Chaumet jewlery worth more than my life.

I check the straps on my shoes as well, the most expensive pair of heels I think I’ve ever worn so far. They were blacked out YSL heels, but the heel was the YSL logo.

I decide to find a bathroom, or anywhere with a mirror. This was one of my first major events outside of label events or fan meetings. I was a solo artist, so a lot of my events were with groups from my label or similar label.

Being in Paris for Fashion Week with Chaumet was the first thing I’ve done not associated with my label. To say my anxiety was present was an understatement.

I was still getting used to be dressed in expensive garments and accessories, one item alone always costing more than I can process.

I find a hallway mirror and quickly check my hair, which was straightened and pinned behind my ears.

I felt properly dressed, and seeing it in full for a moment restored my self confidence. I looked good. Reminder to self to thank my stylist.

I walked back into the main room when I heard a grating voice, “Who let you in here?”

Slowly turning, I say “Nice to see you too Seungmin.” Suddenly I have to fight my jaw from going slack.

Whoever put him in this suit deserves a raise. He looked ethereal. His all white suit accentuated his frame and height, and his hair was done to frame his face so well.

“Like what we see?” The smug look on his face suddenly made every nice thought I had dissapear and remind me why I hate this man.

“I was actually judging why they’d put you in that but okay. Seems like something too fancy to be on someone like you.” I roll my eyes to walk away when he opens his mouth yet again.

Never one to let me have the last word he lets out a breathy laugh before saying, “Well if you excuse me, I’ll be off to find the front door security because if they let you on the list, then they aren’t doing their job.” He turns around to walk away before I can even come up with something.

Seungmin- 1,000

Y/N- 0

It never fails. That man so easy crawls under my skin and makes me act like a fool. He does it so smooth, and it makes me angry that he can never just be civil with me at public events. I quickly look around, surveying for any cameras that may have seen that and let my shoulders fall when I find none.

My manager’s advice runs through my head and I mentally curse myself for not taking it. Working my way by the table of finger foods set out, I take a small pastry doused in chocolate. I move to stand off to the side. I know I should be mingling and networking but I don’t have it in me.

Like a savior of light in my darkness, I see a familiar face shimming over to me. I fight back a smile as Yoshi works her way over to me. She’s been my best friend ever since we started our idol journeys together. She got signed to a girl group while I went solo. “Girll, I saw you talking to Seungmin!! Please tell me that man has taste and complimented you because you look HOT!” She grabs my arms while looking me over. “Pose for me come on!”

I laugh as I do a turn and look over my shoulder at her. “My stylist really hit the mark with this one.”

She whistles and a few heads turn, making my face heat up. “You look fine girl.” She jokingly bites her lip.

“You look gorgeous yourself babe!!” She does a twirl showing off the pleaded skirt of her sparkling strapless dress. “Stunning.”

“I know right! So you need answer my question about Seungmin.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “I know we’re meant to not like him but he looks so good tonight that I could eat him right up.”

“Yoshi!!” I try to quiet her, but sigh when she accusingly looks at me. “He insulted me as always. He acted like I’m not good enough to be here.”

“I’m gonna hunt him down I swear-“

“No!! Don’t! The last thing I want is for more attention to be on this situation.”

As if he has a sixth sense, he saunters over out of nowhere. “Are we talking about your favorite subject again Y/N?”

I feel the groan bubble up in my throat, but notice a few heads turn to us and whisper. “Can we not right now Seungmin?”

“Not what? Can’t I just have a conversation with two fellow artists?” That bast-

“We were actually talking about our outfits, so I would say we are talking about her favorite topic.” Yoshi puts her hand on her hip.

“You’d think she’d step up her fashion sense if that’s her favorite topic.” He runs his eyes up and down my figure with a disgusted face.

“Says the one wearing all one color.” Yoshi rolls her eyes.

“And I think I’m pulling it off just fine.” He winks at her and she visibly fights a gag. It takes every ounce of control not to laugh.

“Anyways, Y/N and I were just about to go talk to a few people and socialize. If you don’t mind.” She goes to grab my hand when suddenly a girl I’ve never seen comes up to our group, a glass of wine in hand.

“What’re we talking about Minnie.” MINNIE?! Oh PLEASE don’t tell me this is some kind of date of his. This is the last thing I need.

“Just talking about Chaumet jewlery of course. Y/N’s necklace is from the Joséphine Aigrette line.” That smug smile I despise returns to his mouth as he looks her up and down.

She smiles up at him and goes to put her hand on his shoulder when he shifts his weight out of her range. “Well, I was just about to go say hi to the Singapore Bazaar interviewer if you’d like an interview. I can get you one.” She runs her hand down his arm and I can feel the hairs stand up on my arm as if she’s touching me.

This is so uncomfortable to watch. I go to ask Yoshi if we should leave but see she’s been pulled away by a crowd of people. Well…

“Oh! I never introduced myself! I’m Ivy. And you are?” She looks down at me as if I’m beneath her.

“I’m Y/N.” I nod at her.

“How do you know Minnie?” The tone of her voice is so condescending it makes something boil in my chest.

“We work in the industry together.” Simple answer. It’s the truth.

“We like to tease each other here and there.” Of course he had to make it worse. Bringing up the rivalry was not what I wanted to happen.

“Oh? How so?” She shifts her body in a way that reminds me of a snake about to strike as she looks at him.

“Just back and forth stuff. She bites and I back bite, vice versa.” The way his eyes met mine when he said that make my stomach turn. “I was just teasing her earlier about how I was clueless on how she got in here.”

She laughs, “I was wondering it myself! That’s why I came over to see who you were when I saw Minnie talking to you again.” She accentuates ‘again’ as if I’m not allowed to talk to him.

If only I was so lucky.

“Anyways Minnie, why don’t you head over to the interviewer and I’ll meet you over there! I need to refill my glass.” She winks and lightly pushes him in that direction.

Her head snaps to me and I try not to jump. “That outfit is cute, but I think it’s missing something.” Before I can question her, she takes a whipped cream covered pastry and smashes it all over the front of my outfit.

Suddenly time slows down as people begin shouting and cameras flash at a record rate. They’ll be twisting this for sure. I can’t breathe, everyone staring.

“That’s what you get for trying to get with my man! Just because you’re an idol doesn’t mean you can steal other women’s boyfriends!!” Then she splashes the wine all over me.

Wait- what??

Suddenly microphones are in my face as she walks away and they’re asking me questions but the words are falling on deaf ears. She played the press by making me seem like the bad guy. Suddenly I spot her with a man in the crowd. Cameras start flashing pictures of them and they kiss for the press.

Meanwhile, I’m frozen, every inch of my body numb as pictures are still being taken and questions are being fired at me left and right. My image is done for.

I’ll never make it out of this.

I sprint to the hallway and search for a bathroom. I get lucky when it turns out to be a single stall. I lock the door behind me and let the tears fall as I try to wet the disposable towels and remove the stain.

It’s futile and I know that but my entire system is in fight or flight mode. I throw the towel down and sink to the floor in a pathetic heap of sobs.

This whole night is ruined and I still don’t know what happened. She was all over Seungmin and claimed I was stealing her boyfriend? But then she went and kissed who I assume is her actual boyfriend?

Was this about Seungmin? Why would it be if she’s not even with him?

A knock appeared at the door and my voice let out a pathetic attempt at the word ‘occupied’ but the world stopped moving when I heard. “Let me in.”

Seungmin. Is. Outside. The. Door.

“Please. I think I can help.” I’d never heard him speak that way. That tone of voice sounded so unlike him.

“Don’t go quiet on me. Please. I don’t know what happened but I saw you run out.”

I don’t know what came over me, but I opened the door. His face goes tight with something I don’t recognize as he locks the door behind him. “Y/N…”

“Go ahead. Say whatever horrible thing is in your head. Go ahead!! Make fun of what happened! Say something mean!!” I’m shouting now, knowing the torture of what words he can spit at me right now.

“Who did this to you?” His throat bobs as he swallows.

“What?”

“Who. Did. This. To. You.” No longer a question, but a command. This was a new side of Seungmin, he wouldn’t even meet my eyes. His eyes were stuck on the giant stain on my outfit.

“Uh, that girl Ivy. She said something about stealing her boyfriend as soon as you left and cameras started flashing. The press heard it and my image is ruined.”

He swallows again and nods. I feel like prey cornered by a predator. Afraid to move or say too much or the wrong thing. All he does is close his eyes and licks his bottom lip as he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.”

Did he just apologize? What-

“She’s so handsy with all the male idols. She has a boyfriend, yet does this to every female who is even remotely associated with her favorite idols.” His chest rises with a deep breath. He takes a step closer, grabbing the spot on my jacket as he releases the breath.

“What’re you doing?” My voice is shaky as it comes out. He looks so good in the darker lighting of the bathroom. I’ve never seen him so close. What is happening?

“Since it’s just you and me, I’ll be honest.” My spine chills and I freeze completely. “My intention isn’t to come across mean to you. I just get so nervous that it’s like a defense mechanism.”

“Against what?”

His lips form a thin line as he lets go of my coat. “Me finding you irresistible. The first time I saw you I knew you had to be mine, but everytime I spoke to you it’s like something took over my brain. I don’t know why it was something rude, but suddenly we were enemies and I had to just keep up the facade I guess.”

I think my body just took a screenshot, because this isn’t real. My brain isn’t processing.

“When I saw you tonight in this outfit, nothing I was thinking was even relatively appropriate. It’s so obvious you’re wearing nothing under this. I can’t stop staring across the room. I was gonna tell you tonight, I really was.”

“Seungmin.” Suddenly the air in here was too heavy to breathe.

“But then you turned around and looked so annoyed that I couldn’t do it. I knew you’d reject it, think it was me being me again.” Finally his eyes met mine. “I’m in love with you, and I have been.”

“I don’t know what to say.” I was fighting for oxygen now, his gaze melted me to my core.

“Say yes when I ask if I can kiss you?”

“I-“

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

His lips are on mine before I can even get the word out. They’re incredibly soft and so smooth against mine as the room heats. His hands wrap under my thighs as he lifts me onto the counter. He positions himself inbetween my legs as I gasp.

He takes that opening to explore my mouth with his tongue as his hands squeeze my thighs and hips. They’re roaming everywhere. My hands find purchase in his hair, lost in the moment.

His body pressed against mine is a feeling I wanna feel again and again. It’s addicting and it feels like home. “Y/N…” My name leaves his lips as he backs up an inch. The sound of it goes straight to my soul. I let in a sharp inhale at the feeling.

His fingers fiddle with the buttons of my jacket. “Remember how I said I can help?”

“Seungmin, not in the bathroom here.”

His breathy laugh tickles my face. “Not like that. But, do you trust me?”

I nod silently as he removes my jacket. It leaves me bare up top, only my black shapewear on the bottom. I try not to think too much of him staring at my chest, or the way his pupils blow.

“Seungmin…where is this going?” He licks his lips and then nods, throwing the jacket to the side.

“Right. Stand up.” I do as he says as he removes his white jacket. He helps me into it and buttons it up, adjusting it to cover my chest properly. “There.”

Grabbing my shoulders, he turns me to the mirror. “It fits just like the other one.” My eyes go wide at his idea. “But won’t people talk? They’ll notice?”

“Then they’ll have better news to publish than your little pastry event.” He tilts his head at me in the mirror.

“Won’t that start rumors?”

“Then why don’t we feed into it?” He kisses my neck as leans into me so my hips hit the counter edge. “You already messed up my hair, your mascara is smudged under your eyes and your lipstick is down your chin, and on my mouth.”

Looking at us in the mirror, he’s right. We both look like fucked out messes. I can’t help the laugh that leaves my throat.

“If they wanna spread rumors that we fucked in the bathroom, then why don’t we give them the details to write about?” I knew damn well that it goes against every rule as an idol, but I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t wanna see where this went.

His hands snake up my sides and land in my hair, unpinning it from behind my ears. His fingers fluff the roots and lay the front pieces back around my face.

“At least wipe off the lipstick.” I hand him a towel, and he complies, wiping mine off my face as well.

“Let’s go raise some hell.” He winks and leads me out of the bathroom. Time slows as he walks in front of me back to the main room, our hands linked. I know the damage that’s about to happen to both of our careers, our labels are going to kill us after this releases.

But I don’t really fucking care right now.

As soon as we cross the threshold, cameras turn and flashing nearly blinds us. Everyone’s shouting questions at us. We both freeze for a moment.

The world spins around me for a fraction of a second until Seungmin wraps his arm around my waist and pulls my chest into his side. We look at each other for a moment, and then as if reading each other’s minds, he looks up at the cameras as I look over my shoulder at them.

Oh are we gonna pay for this. But it’s so worth it.

As soon as the press deems they got enough for the articles that’re going to be the headline of every major media outlet, Seungmin backs off a bit and looks fully at me.

“What do you say we go upstairs to my suite? I can’t stand the sight of you in my clothes and not being able to rip them off of you in this moment.”

My whole body shutters, but I take his hand as we both sneak out before we’re caught again.

[tsatsked]

Lore details I've noticed: Farewell Rayashki event

As always that's mostly Russian/USSR/Slavic stuff and some translations, feel free to add anything. I've also made a post about Silver Knot lore details

Obviosly, spoiler warning

Alenka - a USSR chocolate type produced since 1965, they are quite soft and sweet and still popular among kids and adults

The playground is quite typical for the time period. The drawings and sunflowers might be Vila’s and kids’ work. It’s not very clear if the graffiti is made by someone inspired by hip-hop culture or is August’s failed attempt at scribbling out his name, judging by “А” and “Г” as 1st and 3rd letters. The only thing I’d add here is more scraped parts recycled into playground constructions

Ijirak, Kikituk, Qiqirn - creatures from Inuit folklore (as far as I know they are not known in native Siberian folklore). I haven’t found information about Hoituk

The Russian word for “most” means “best” in the phrase “the most “most”” (“самый-самый”)

“It was only by luck that we found the runium. For over 60 years, people here have worked together to make it what it is now” - Vila. If the events happen in 60s-80s (judging by the overall vibe), than the last time reverse was at 1977 and Rayashki started to grow from a village to a town at 1917 or later. It means the town exported runium for all the Soviet years.

⬆️ EDIT: Silver Knot (Windsong's story) confirms it actually happens in 80s-90s

Most of the sighs say “For Better Future”, “Welcome to Rayashki” and “Welcome Zeno’s Military Institute”

The room in which Windsong stays is Soviet af. There are an old TV with a lens, cool bookshelf and tiles that surprised me. They’re common for public and liminal spaces but not so much for the living ones. Maybe they’re chosen because they endure harsh Artic climate better that wood or linoleum

EDIT: the TV looks like KVN-49 model, produced in 1949—1962

“It must be Kikituk! But their closest habitat should be Kong Kalrs Land, hundreds of kilometres away”. Kong Karls Land - a group of island of Svalbard archipelago, Norway. As @vingler-mirror point out in their post, Rayashki is likely based on Pyramiden town owned by USSR on the same archipelago

Природа это числа и черты - “Nature is numbers and lines” Природа это мозаика цветов - “Nature is a mosaic of colours”

“Mutant Kikituk from Olga area! You should be at the Olga Strait, hunting for migrating salmon and whales, not here!” - excuse me OLGA STRAIT!? THE ONE NEAR JAPAN!?

Poneva/ponyova - an element of Russian (Eastern Slavic?) female clothing worn on top of the main skirt of the dress. I believe there was either a mistranslation in Needles and Loaves message where Raisa said “poneva dress”, either she meant the whole outfit

Samodiva - Their name is feminine and can be roughly translated as “self-wonder”, but that’s another word for vila the creature from Western and Southern Slavic mythology similar to Eastern Slavic rusalka/mavka

Other stuff I’ve noticed:

The town seems to have a big arcanist population, if not most of them are arcanists. An arcanist right is applicable to them and all Vila’s known students are arcanists (if the kids are arcanists, their parents and grandparents are arcanists too)

The people of Rayashki seem to come from different places, and it makes sense with Pyramiden's history (EDIT: the workers were mostly from a western region of Ukraine). Pasono’s first name seems to be obscure and I’ve found only a surname mostly known in America. Patrik’s name is more popular name in other countries, and it make me to believe his ancestors might be foreigners. Bogina’s name comes from Southern Slavic languages

Rayashki is very communistic compared to the rest of USSR. Maybe it’s the town’s history, citizens’ temperament, small town’s size, seclusion and big self sufficiency combined. EDIT: the town's athmosphere conctasts with the period of USSR where people start feel more positive about the world around and capitalism with it

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Hello, I wanted to ask you for a smut of Ethan Landry, that the reader discovers that he is a ghostface when they are about to fuck but she does not care and they do it anyway.

I have not posted for Scream in a while, my apologies

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When Tara called you about the attack at the bodega, you felt a thrill of excitement.

You had seen pictures of past Ghostfaces online and some of them made you want to welcome them with open legs. Sam’s father was a total hottie when he committed the first murders in 1996. There was something about a man with a knife that made your panties dampen.

‘’Are you and Sam okay?’’

‘’Yeah. It was…brutal. And terrifying,’’ Tara said on the other side of the line, her voice still shaky. ‘’I’ve just gotten a normal life back, I don’t want to go through this again. And Sam—’’

A knock on your door stirred you from your phone call. ‘’Sorry, Tara. Eh, there’s someone at the door.’’ You glanced at the door and felt your heart race in your chest. ‘’I’m not expecting anyone though…’’

Tara’s breathing changed, getting traumatic flashes of her first attack. ‘’Don’t open! That’s how I was attacked last year.’’

The chances that she was right were slim, but not impossible. Since you were close friends with Tara, it made you part of the friend group…therefore a possible target. Ghostface could very well be standing on the other side.

You bit your tongue and held back from asking ‘who’s there?’, knowing it was a free ticket to your death. Instead, you check through the peep-hole.

‘’It’s Ethan,’’ you reassured Tara, seeing a curly haired awkward boy instead of the classic halloween mask. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow before class, okay?’’

You hung up and unlocked your door, letting Ethan in.

‘’What are you doing here? I thought you had a late class tonight,’’ you said, drawing your eyebrows together. ‘’And why are you dressed like you’re going to a funeral?’’ You nodded your head at his unusual all black outfit.

‘’It finished twenty minutes ago.’’ Ethan slung off his backpack and put it down on the floor. It looked very full, how many books did he carry in there? ‘’My class. Not the funeral,’’ he felt the need to precise.

You chuckled, the soft sound echoing in the small apartment.

‘’I can’t stay long, I have an early class in the morning.’’

‘’Are we still having lunch together?’’

Ethan hummed and a rosy blush covered his cheeks as his eyes fell on your nightgown. He had spent the night over a few times, but very little clothes had been worn to bed. This satin number? He had never seen it before. Your breasts were free underneath and falling perfectly and your nipples were slightly poking through the thin fabric. It made his cock instantly swell.

‘’You sleep in that?’’ he asked, pointing at your nightgown.

‘’Yes, I sleep in that.’’

‘’Isn’t it a little dressed up for sleeping?’’

You rolled your eyes at his ‘men’ comment. ‘’Wearing nice pajamas is part of self-care.’’

‘’You wear that every night?’’ You nodded and Ethan fought a whine, jealously beaming at your bed attire. ‘’And the only pictures you send me are your face?’’

‘’If you want ‘goodnight’ nudes, you’re gonna have to earn them,’’ you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest and cocking an eyebrow. ‘’What’s your deal, Landry? I’m listening.’’

After a few propositions, you decided that getting railed into your mattress was a good enough deal...for one picture. Ethan’s dick was good, but you weren’t a fool. If he wants more nudes, he’ll have to offer more.

You tilted your head to the side as he kissed and nipped at your neck. No matter how many times you’ve been naked with him, it still shocked you how desperate Ethan was for you and your body. His hands slid up the backs of your thighs, right below the hem of your nightgown. A part of him wanted to tear it off your body, but the other wanted to fuck you with it on. 

You left him to his dilemma and reached for the back of his shirt, trying to yank it off, but Ethan hissed in pain when he lifted his shoulder. He tried to cover it with a cough, but you had already seen the bruise the size of a grapefruit on your boyfriend’s side.

Sitting up and pausing your activities, you looked at him in concern. ‘’How did that happen?’’ You ghosted your finger over the purple-y red skin. 

Did he get into a fight? Did he get jumped after a late class? Campus is not safe at night, which is why you always carry something to defend yourself. But Ethan's not small or weak, the muscles underneath his polos can fight back.

‘’I…’’ Ethan drew his eyebrows, trying to come up with an explanation. ‘’It's nothing. I got hurt doing something stupid at the gym with Chad.’’

Last week? His explanation not making sense. The timeline didn’t add up. 

‘’You didn't have it three days ago when we rudely got interrupted in your dorm.’’

‘’I did,’’ he insisted. ‘’You…you must not have noticed it.’’ 

‘’But it’s so dark. It looks recent.’’ 

Ethan moved so the bruise was out of your sight, then sighed. ‘’Can we go back to kissing? I don't want to talk about this.’’ 

Instead of calming your worries, his words flared them up. ‘’Did someone do this to you? Oh my god, did he attack you too?’’

 ‘’No. It's not Ghostface. I wasn't at the bodega.’’ He took your hands in his to reassure you, but there was a flaw in his statement. 

‘’What do you know about the bodega?’’ you asked cautiously, remembering Mindy's words to be cautious about the love interest. 

His backpack was in the living room. If you went and checked its content, would you find a black robe and a mask, or just books?

‘’Sam and Tara got attacked tonight after leaving the police office, right? You told me while I was in class.’’

You shook your head, slipping your hand from his. You never mentioned the bodega to Ethan.

‘’I did not. I was on the phone with Tara when you arrived here. She was telling me what happened.’’

Ethan's heart raced, realizing he had spoken too much. Panic surged through his veins, urging him to flee, to hide, to deny any involvement, but he knew deep down that it was futile. You knew. 

‘’Was...was it you at the bodega? Did you attack Sam and Tara?’’ 

Your questions were simple, but terrifying from Ethan's shoes. He had been caught, unmasked. There was no escaping the haunting truth. His world would never be the same again. You would never see him the same.

He grabbed his shirt, about to leave, but you pulled him back by his belt and looked up at him with pleading eyes. ‘’Please fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.’’

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all you wanna do is kiss me - pt 2

summary: a follow up to the first part 🤭

warnings: alcohol consumption & people being tipsy

a/n: I HOPE THIS ISNT BAD LMAOO

it was two nights after the grammys, and billie was fretting. you had given her your number at the end of the night, but billie was still too scared to text you. she lay in her bed, not knowing what to do. you were very nice about giving her your number - eager, almost, but billie was still too nervous? what if she said something weird? what if you didn’t want to talk to her? there were so many bad scenarios possible.

billie looked at the time. it was 5 to midnight. would you even be up? would you be asleep? were you talking to someone else? she was scared. very scared. she went downstairs and made herself some coffee, and sat at the breakfast table. she contemplated what to do. as she was scrolling through instagram, she saw you had made a new post. two images, both very risqué. the caption was just the telephone emoji. billie blushed, and took it as a sign to text you. so she did.

billie sent you a simple ‘hey’, not expecting you to reply till morning. but within five minutes you responded back with ‘who’s this?’. billie had forgotten that you had only given her your number, and you hadn’t exchanged them.

it’s billie

oh hey!! how are you?

i’m good, hbu?

the conversation continued well into the night. it was 4am when you finally said ‘look, i’ve gtg now. it’s really late.’ billie was sad but responded with ‘yeah it’s super late’. but before you went to sleep you asked her ‘would you like to come round to my house tomorrow? well, technically today.’ billie immediately typed back with ‘i’d love that’

sounds good. i’ll send you my address later. also - bring a swimsuit. we can get in my pool!

that sounds really nice! what time should i be there for?

uhhh, maybe at half 6 or 7? i’ll cook up a bit of dinner.

sounds great! see you then!

despite billie’s coolness over text, she was absolutely freaking out. dinner at your house??? getting in your pool???? she wasn’t able to sleep after that, too nervous to focus on anything else. thankfully she wasn’t doing anything that day, so she could try to figure out what to wear and should she bring anything.

fast forward to midday, billie was eating her lunch, still thinking over what she might wear? a tshirt and jeans? a dress? a jumper? the options were endless, but none seemed right. she couldn’t just ask you what to wear as well - that’d be weird. billie finished her lunch and went back up to her room to decide what to wear. as she opened her wardrobe, something caught her eye. a top she had worn from a concert she did in dublin, with marilyn monroe’s face as a pattern on it. she knew she’d wear it, but she had to find a swimsuit to wear first. she rifled through a drawer until she found a simple black one, nothing too special but nothing too drab either. she took off the pyjamas she was already wearing and stuck the swimsuit on. after that, she put on the top and paired it with some black shorts, nearly replicating the previous concert outfit.

five o’clock came quicker than billie thought, and soon after that she was on the way to your place. although you both lived in LA, you were pretty far from eachother. so billie decided to be safe rather than sorry & left early. when she got to the door, she hesitated to knock. your place was so big & modern that she was slightly intimidated by it. but after a minute of careful consideration, she knocked. you answered the door in seconds, dressed in a short dress. billie’s heart skipped a beat as you led her inside. she followed you to the kitchen, where she smelled the familiar aroma of her favourite noodle soup.

“i followed the recipe from your insta highlight,” you said, “so i hope it’s alright. i’m sure you make it better than i do.” billie thanked you for the meal as you both sat down at the table and began to eat. you talked about a lot of things… the grammys, the media, upcoming tours, etc. billie found herself falling more and more in love as the conversation went on. about 20 minutes later, billie finished her noodles at the same time you did, and again thanked you for it. you smiled and said it was no bother. “how do you fancy getting in the pool now?” you asked. “that sounds really good,” billie smiled, “i’ve got my swimsuit on under this, actually.” your smile lit up even further as you replied “i do too!”

you both got out of your clothes and hopped into the pool. “its so warm.” billie remarked. “yeah, i have heaters in it.” you said smiling. billie looked you up and down, in awe of your swimsuit that made you look like a goddess. you swam around together for a while before you left the pool, saying you’d be back in a minute. “ok, see ya in a minute.” billie replied, wondering what you were doing. billie was surprised when you came back with two wine glasses, and a bottle of a really expensive red wine. “wow,” billie said, “is this for us?” “well, who else would it be for?” you laughed. you poured the wine into the glasses, and handed billie one. she took a sip, and watched as you did the same. “it’s really good,” billie commented, “don’t think i’ve had this before.”

as the evening went on, you and billie drank more wine, and slowly got more tipsy. you smiled at billie as she told you about a song she was in the middle of recording, her face lighting up in excitement. “you’re so pretty.” you said abruptly without a warning. billie blushed. “so are you.” she responded, the alcohol making her more confident. “like- really pretty,” you went on, “super pretty.” billie didn’t know how to respond. being complimented by the woman she had a massive crush on? she was blushing like mad. “i could- i could just kiss you.” you said, a smirk on your face. billie didn’t respond as a shocked expression took over her face. you waited a few seconds before leaning in and kissing her. billie kissed back immediately, setting her glass on the side of the pool. you kissed her passionately, and she did the same. you continued like that for a while, until you were making out with eachother.

“wow.” was all billie said. “you’re a good kisser.” you remarked, a hand still on billie’s cheek. “i- i really liked that. like, really liked that.” billie confessed. “me too.” you smirked, before leaning in to kiss her again.

[obs3ssedd]

Can you do chubby reader x toji who loves to workout

·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ fluff, small smutty activity’s, body worship, gymrat!toji, chubby!reader, black!reader

༉‧₊˚. 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 toji is a gym rat. he loves working out but It upsets you because he never spends time with you. you wanna scold him, but end up getting distracted and he apologizes In a different way.

ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆. hello my loves! jus wanted to say, I am so grateful for all the loyal supporters and love I’ve been getting and wanted to announce were so close to 1k followers! once we do manage to get to the goal I wanna do something special for you all. I want to do a little give away type thing. I’ll make a post following up on what It Is but other than that I hope you guys enjoy the story!

❝ 𝑮𝒀𝑴 𝑹𝑨𝑻 ❞ －𝑻𝑶𝑱𝑰 𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶. 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕

₊˚ෆ 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 - toji was an absolute gym rat. he loved working out, day and night he was always In the gym doing his work out routines, you would get lucky enough If you see him on the couch one day eating chips scrolling through his phone but other than that he's always In the gym. you do scold him every chance you get when you see him but you can never stay too mad at him considering he would always distract you by flexing his chest. It was 7:15pm, normal time you would start cooking dinner but you still haven't seen toji all day, since 12 this afternoon matter a fact. you haven't spent not one time with him. he told you before 3 he would be back to the bedroom to lay with you since It's your day off from work but you've been by yourself ever since, you barley get to see him considering your packed work schedule  and his. you huffed pulling the blankets off your body walking out the shared room to go down to the gym. when you walked past by the gym, you could see him doing sit ups with his headphones on, back full of sweat as they flexed every sit up he did. you would say you had forgotten all about scolding him.

normally you would go off on him for always working out and making promises he never keeps but this time you stayed quiet and watched him. the small grunts and groans that left his lips every sit up made you bite your lip. the way his hair stuck to the back of his neck as his muscles twitched and flexed— fucking hell! could you blame yourself though? you had a hot boyfriend who has everything perfect about him. his back, his abs, his arms, his face.. how did you bag him? you always asked yourself why toji decided to go for you Instead of some other girl. but when you confessed to him and asked why he picked you, his answer had shocked you. from glances you would honestly think toji's type Is a skinny, long haired chick but In reality his type were bigger chubby girls, when he told you, you didnt buy It and thought he was messing with you till he had that look on his face. the look that tells you he's telling the truth. your eyes started to trail up to his bare arms watching as they flexed.

toji must've felt a presence behind him by the way he stopped his set, taking his headphones off turning his head over his shoulder to see you leaning against the frame. he clicked his tongue spotting you staring at him and the outfit you were wearing. It was an outfit he had bought for you on your birthday, which was only to be worn In the bedroom for his eyes only just In case company came over but obviously not. by the looks of It, It seemed you were trying to tease him but In reality you decided to wear It because It was the first thing you saw, and you thought he was going to be In the bed but he wasn't. so you didn't bother to change not thinking much into It till toji got up from his sitting position walking towards where you were with a grin on his face, your eyes followed each step of the way, keeping your focus on his with arms crossed. even If he has you distracted right now doesn't mean you forgot.

toji could know he did something to upset you by the small pout on your face as you looked at him. he tilted his head with a mocking pout of his own, "why you so pouty, hm?." he asked with a hand grabbing your jaw tilting your head a bit, you rolled your eyes scoffing. "you know why." he did but he wanted you to say It, toji shrugged his shoulders shaking his head. "I don't If you don't tell me sweetheart." cock sucker. you huffed. "why didn't you come up like you said you were?." he only shrugged, with a grin. "don' know." he wasn't really paying attention to what you were saying and only focusing on the night gown you had, he knows he messed up by not fulfilling his promise but right now he couldn't help but just stare and get lost Into his own little world.

you could see that he was staring at you, feeling slightly nervous under his stare. was It the outfit you were wearing? was It your stomach showing? so many questions went through your head as to why he was looking at you, maybe he's trying to throw me off. you furrowed your eyesbrows, "don't think you can-!" you went to question It but got interrupted by your gasp feeling him lift you, your heart started to pound against your chest, placing your hands on his shoulders as he took you somewhere, "toji! I wasn't done talking!." he didn't even mind your complaining as he kept walking to the shared room, pecking at your shoulder, squeezing your thighs. "be quiet." this man gave no shit about what you complain about, honestly he didn't even pay attention to you hitting his back to make him out you down. he only kept walking.

toji pecked and nibbled at your shoulder leaving small marks on your skin, opening the door with his foot, laying you on top of the bed towering over you trailing his eyes down the night gown you had on. the strap on your shoulder came lose slightly exposing your breast as you looked confused under him. fuck. you looked so cute, "so..fucking cute." he mumbled to himself leaning down towards your face to peck your shoulder trailing up to your neck then your lips kissing you rough. your eyes went wide but started to close leaning Into the kiss with a small moan, you were getting lost Into his mouth till you realized he was winning!. you grumbled pushing him back, hearing an annoyed sigh. "I'm not done with you yet." you said with a stern look, he rolled his eyes not paying any mind leaving down to kiss your neck, trailing across your t-bone to your breast, kissing down your stomach hearing your breathes go unsteady, you clenched the bed sheets feeling your pussy clench each peck he gave your stomach, "go on." you gulped down a giant lump In your throat clearing your throat.

you tried to talk but only gasps came from your mouth feeling his finger press against you, he raised a brow with a hum. "quiet now, hm?" you didn't answer. you could only focus on his lips that's were placed on your stomach, he always loved kissing your stomach. leaving his marks on them, groaning each time he would. he chuckled hearing your breathes Increase trailing your hand to his hair, raking your nails through his scalp. "why don't I apologize In another way? would you forgive me then?." he chuckled but groaned feeling you pull his hair staring at him with a glare.

"jus fuck me already."

[gucciwins]

something new

wembley brings love and celebration 

Word count: 5190

A/N: posting something for the first time in months (since april) and I am very excited for you to read.  please let me know what you think. I enjoyed writing and promise I'm already working on the next thing 💜 asks

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Wembley Stadium.

It’s a place you had heard many stories about and even attended a show in 2019 as a gift for your father to watch his favorite band, Fleetwood Mac. This entire week has been remarkable, but tonight is the final night. You are here supporting your boyfriend, Harry, and because it’s the last night, there will be a celebration after with the attendance of everyone who knows Harry from family, friends, and workers.

When you first met Harry, you didn’t know he was Harry Styles. Many people would ask how you could not recognize the Harry Styles, but when you met him, he had a full beard and hair full of messy curls. He was dressed in mini running shorts wearing a black jumper and bright running shoes. The reason you spoke to him was his shoes. This brand is known for its style of color combination and lightness in weight, making it the running shoe. You had been debating buying a pair, and his looked well-loved. It wouldn’t hurt to hear an opinion from someone who wasn’t an online user.

“Excuse me,” you called out softly behind him.

He jumps and moves away from the counter. “Sorry, was I in your way?”

You do your best not to melt hearing his deep voice; it was comforting for some odd reason. You smile and shake your head. “No, uh, actually. I’m sorry to bother you. This is actually such a silly question now.” You pause, debating walking away while you can, but he encourages you to continue. “It’s about your shoes. Are the Hoka’s worth it? The online reviews have not been able to convince me, and I’ve read too many articles at this point. Yours look like they’ve seen a few miles,” you point out.

Harry looks down at his shoes and laughs, “so they do.” He meets your eye, stepping closer and away from the counter. “I’m on my fourth pair,” he confesses sheepishly.

You wince, knowing the price for these shoes is not cheap. “Are you constantly running? Are they easily worn out?”

His face reddens, and he fiddles with his necklace. “No, uh…I like having more options to match my outfits.”

You laugh, “that makes sense.” You pause. “Does that mean picking my first pair will be harder? I saved for one pair, and my pocket will hurt if I decide to bite the bullet.”

“I debated a few choices at my computer and ultimately bought two pairs. They were orange and yellow. Bondi are a good first choice.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You notice the barista, Lily sliding a coffee on the counter and gesturing it’s his, meaning it’s time for you to go. “Sorry for bothering you, but this was very helpful. Sorry, I never got your name. I’m Y/N.”

“Harry. It was no bother.”

You doubt that.

“Bye, Harry.” You collect your bag and walk out, knowing you were going to overthink buying these shoes, and Harry would never leave your mind.

To no surprise, you’re back at your favorite coffee shop the following day, but this time dressed in your favorite jeans and a cardigan your grandma helped you knit over the summer last year. It’s pastel pink with flowers placed randomly all over. You didn’t dress cute for a guy. You dressed cute for yourself. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Lily is a good friend, and after walking your iced latte to your table, she sat down for a moment.

“Nice conversation yesterday?” She ponders.

“Mhm…nice fellow.”

“Was surprised you bothered him?”

You look at her, confused. “Was it rude of me?”

“Some would say so.”

“I’m confused. We talked about shoes. What did I do wrong?”

Lily stares at you, trying to see if you’re joking. “Y/N, be serious.”

“I am.”

She looks around, leaning closer. “You spoke to Harry Styles. Popstar sensation. Most loved man on the earth.” Lily sees you processing her words, and before you can make rebuttals, she pulls her phone out and shows you a photo of Harry, the guy you met, under a Harry Styles update page.

“Well, shit!”

“Yeah, he at least looks interested in your conversation.”

You roll your eyes, “geeze, Lily, thanks for making it seem like it’s awful to talk with me.”

“Not what I meant,” she apologizes.

“It’s fine. The beard threw me off.”

“He’s a regular here. Comes every other day.” Lily excuses herself needing to get back to work, and with that reassurance, he wouldn’t be coming in; you enjoy your coffee.

You took out your laptop and began to work while keeping an eye on the door. Pretty soon, you got deep into your research and didn’t even notice when the door chimed, signaling someone knew had entered.

“You look really focused. Are you working?” Harry had walked up to your table, startling you.

The truth was you were not working, although you should have been; it was a Wednesday morning. You feel your cheeks warm up, knowing you’ve been caught. “Won’t lie to you, Harry. I’m looking at shoes.” You turn your screen to let him see you have a page pulled up for running shoes with multiple open tabs.

Harry laughs in surprise and gestures to the empty seat to join you. You move your bag, and he happily slides in. You move your laptop closer to him, giving him a better view.

“Those are cute.” You had been looking at a lilac pair.

“Right! But look at these.”

Harry frowns when you switch the screen to display a cherry-pink design. “Now, that’s a tough choice.”

“Ugh…I know. I’ve been alternating back and forth.”

“Okay, close your eyes,” he orders.

You look at him skeptically but do as he says.

“It’s a sunny day which is just a miracle here in London,” you laugh, and he continues. “You’re out on a walk deciding where to go for the day when a stranger points out your shoe is untied. You bend down to tie it. Now what color are your shoes?”

“Purple,” you answer without thinking.

“Well, there you go.”

“That was helpful, Harry. Thank you. Are you a therapist or something?”

“In another life, I would be.”

“Well, what do you do now?” You ask, genuinely interested.

Harry looks at you, confused as if you’re really asking the question. “I sing for a living. Uh…” he feels embarrassed sharing this for some reason. “I go on stage and perform.”

You frown, looking at him closer. “From my eye level, you look like a rugged Harry Styles.”

Harry looks amused. “Rugged. Huh, I thought the beard was good.”

“It is,” you quickly agree. “Sorry, I’m used to seeing videos of him—well, you clean-shaven.”

“I’m on a break. It’s a nice way to let go.”

Right.

You were at a crossroads now because you liked Harry. He was friendly and easy to speak with, but would this new information change everything for you?

“Maybe we can go on a run when your shoes arrive?” Harry suggested.

Your eyes lit up, “really?”

“Mhmm…I like running around the park.”

“Oh, I love finding new trails,” you gushed. “I bet you have found the best-hidden roads.”

Harry shrugs, “we’ll have to see.”

“Uh… I’m sorry for not recognizing you. I don’t know if that was weird or not.” You decide to apologize.

“You’re fine, Y/N. When you came up to me, I thought you wanted a photo, but clearly, my shoes were more interesting,” he teased. “It was nice being just Harry.”

You smile sheepishly at him, “you’re still Harry to me. Feel like you’ll turn into Harry Styles when you’re clean-shaven on stage.”

“Not for a few weeks, then. I have shows in Los Angeles at the end of January,” he tells you because he wants to bask in being just Harry for a few weeks more.

“Oh, fun,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

“Mhmm…” Harry waits for you to ask more, but instead, you turn the conversation to his workout routine.

From then on, conversation flows easily. You tell Harry you’re the oldest of three. Two younger brothers who live to embarrass you whenever they get the chance but love when you drive them around. You tell him about your job in publishing and that you worked your way up to being an editor. It’s a job you love dearly. Harry lets you ramble on, asking questions and wanting to learn more. He learns you’re allergic to mushrooms. Your first tattoo was a cherry you got at eighteen on an impulsive night out. That you’re the only family member in generations to be born left-handed.

Harry shares that he loves to travel because it gives him a place to miss and come home. He loves his sister and calls her his best friend. That he’s too competitive and loves a long game of Scrabble. He dreams of having a pet dog but does not want to commit when his life is on the road. You mention your family dog, Woodstock, named after the iconic yellow bird from the Peanuts comics. A yellow Labrador who runs up to strangers, always asking for belly rubs. You promise to take him to visit.

Your friendship with Harry grew from there. You would meet most mornings outside the coffee shop for a run and then for a coffee that turned into hours of conversation. You liked Harry and reckoned you liked him more than a friend, but there was no way you would change that dynamic and instead settle to be his friend. When Harry showed up one day clean-shaven, you were taken aback because it made him look younger, and it was as if you were seeing him for the first time.

“Don’t recognize me anymore,” he teases.

“I could spot those green eyes in a sea of people,” you promise him.

Come April, a shift in your dynamic happened. Harry wanted you to work out with him and his trainer. You thought he was crazy, but really Harry was dying for you to meet his friends. They couldn’t stop teasing him that you were made up.

“Harry!”

You both turned and found a man in a white shirt and shorts, similar to Harry, approaching you. Harry welcomed him in a hug before going to stand next to you. “This is Y/N. Y/N, Brad.”

Brad shot you a smile, “pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well.”

“It’s nice to put a face to a name. He can’t shut up about you,” Brad confesses.

“Oi! Stop that.” Harry frowns, but you can tell he doesn’t mind.

You end up having the worst workout of your life. Brad, not taking a moment of pity for you until he finally called it quits an hour later. You threw yourself on the grass, closed your eyes, and took slow breaths. You heard Harry laughing above you but did not acknowledge him.

“Come on, petal. I’ll buy you a coffee,” Harry offered.

You peeked one eye open, “and a scone?”

“I’ll get you all the goods you want,” Brad chimes in. “You were a trooper out there.”

“Fuck, I never want to work out with you again,” you huff.

“Don’t think we will if he has a say,” Brad points to Harry. “Never seen him so angry.”

“She’s my friend. Didn’t want to explain her death to her parents.”

After that, it seemed you only saw more of each other until one night at your home, Harry made a move you didn’t see coming. After the film finished, Harry turned serious.

“Y/N?”

“Harry, what is it?” You ask, concerned.

“I like you.”

You sigh in relief, “gosh, you scared me. I like you too, silly. You’re my best friend.”

Harry shakes his head. “You’re not listening to me.”

“Heard you loud and clear.”

He sighs, frustrated. “These last few months as your friend have been amazing. I feel so lucky you approached me to talk about shoes. While I enjoy being your friend every time we get together, these feelings I have continue to grow, and I can no longer keep them to myself. I like you, and I want to see where this goes.”

You sit there shocked because you never expected Harry to reciprocate your feelings, but he is pouring his heart out for you. “Harry,” you breathed out. “I-I-I like you too. I have for some time, but I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Me either, but Brad said a person as amazing as you would not wait around for me.”

You laugh, “tell him I’m a fool because I think I would have waited a lifetime for you.”

“I know it’s too soon to ask you to be my girlfriend seeing as we haven’t been on a date, but—”

You interrupt him. “Why can’t we say this is our first date? If we think about it, every time we have spent together could be considered a date.”

“Do you end a first date with a kiss?” He asks sheepishly.

“Only if it’s you,” you promise him.

When your wine-stained lips meet his, you feel a wave of peace surround you knowing that it might be soon, but the universe sent Harry to you. He was your other half. He made you better. You pulled him closer, loving the closeness this kiss brought you. Harry sighed, ending the kiss. You went in for a second kiss needing more of him for a little longer.

“Petal, baby. I’m here,” he spoke against your lips.

You giggled out of breath. “Sorry, I think I like you a little too much.”

Harry leaned his forehead against you. “I feel the same.”

“Good, let’s kiss some more and then have a sleepover.”

“Don’t you think it’s too soon, petal?” Harry asked.

You frowned, “you slept here two nights ago.”

Harry sighed, “you’re right.”

It wasn’t until a week later you made it official. Life was perfect, and you were happy. Harry knew starting a relationship as he began touring wasn’t the smartest option, but he was close to home and promised to check in at every chance. In each city he visited, he picked up a souvenir for you as a reminder he was thinking of you. It was cheesy, but he wrote you postcards from each city because even though they wouldn’t arrive quickly, they would remind you of him when you did receive them. It only made you like him more and knew you were falling in love quickly. There was no stopping it.

While you joined him at his special show at Slane Castle, you didn’t have the chance to meet many of his family, mainly only the band. They welcomed you with open arms, and how Harry never stops talking about you. It made you nervous. You hoped to live up to his words because these people and his band members meant the world to Harry.

____

Now being here to celebrate four sold-out nights at Wembley, it felt overwhelming knowing Harry’s entire family and friends from his childhood would be here. You’ve known Harry for months but loved him like he’s always been yours. It was a joyous day, but even that wouldn’t take away your nerves for the final night of seeing Harry shine on stage.

“No one is going to believe I didn’t recognize you when we first met,”  you tell him as the driver drove down a road that arrives at the back of Wembley, away from the crowd.

“Course they will.”

You give him a deadpan look, “you’re basically the face of the UK. A prince, some would say.” You sit up and clear your throat. “Oh, how’d we meet. Well, I met him at a coffee shop and asked him about his shoes.” You rolled your eyes, “sounds fake to me.”

“Good thing it’s the truth. Plus, I thought you were cute. Would have never worked up the courage to walk up to you, though.”

“Stop. You’re only saying that.”

“Nope, I mean it. Brad and the band like you.”

“I hope they do,” you muttered. “Only people I’ve met now. I’m meeting everyone.”

“You met Mum and Gem,” Harry reminds you. “Spent time with them for three nights.”

You sigh because, for a moment, you feel Harry doesn’t understand how overwhelming this is. Everyone here knows Harry. They know Harry from Holmes Chapel, and they know the amazing person he is. You feel happy to know and love him, but they’ve got a lifetime of Harry, and you’ve got months. It differs for everyone because you would move mountains to ensure he was happy. Except, everyone doesn’t know that. They don’t know you.

“Y/N, petal will you look at me,” he begs softly.

You take a deep breath and allow yourself to meet his emerald eyes. Harry takes in the worry shining bright, and smiles. “Petal, I love you. I know you love me. You remind me every moment we’re together and when I’m away. I don’t doubt it. My family knows you, maybe not your physical form, but they have heard stories and seen endless pictures. They will love you because I love you. If you get overwhelmed, you can always sit back and watch, they’ll understand. Most importantly, I will understand. I wish I could hold you as Mum introduces you to everyone. I told her to hold off, but she’s excited. Brad will be on the floor, and I know you enjoy that. You’re in safe hands.”

“I love you. Thank you. I know it’s your day, and I’m making it all about me.”

Harry shushes you, “hey, hey. We’re a team. Your feelings are just as important as mine. Now give me a kiss.”

You loved him, simple as that. He was the missing piece in your life.

___

The show was like no other. Harry, from the moment he got on stage, radiated happiness. The fans were the loudest they had been all week, filling you with so much joy. Anne told you to join her at the family box, but you decided to be on the floor as close to Harry as possible by the Jonny pod; you noticed Harry favored the side more, knowing his dear friend was in the audience tonight. From surprise songs to dancing and Mitch receiving his Grammy, you knew it would be a night you would never forget. As Harry began his encore with “Sign of the Times,” the rain started falling, and so did your tears. The fact that over 90 thousand people were here for Harry said enough. They chose to spend their evening with him, and he delivered to make it memorable.

You didn’t even notice that Brad captured a photo of you staring at Harry on stage with a giant smile and hands over your heart you would only see later when Harry made it his lock screen. Harry thanks the crowd for a magical night stating over and over again that he’s never been happier.

Brad wraps an arm around you and walks you towards Harry, who’s sharing long hugs and meaningful words with his bandmates. This is the man you love, and there’s nothing you’d change about it. You followed Harry to the dressing room, wanting a moment alone before the madness. Harry bounces around quickly to change, removing the overalls and shimming them down his waist. He slips on shorts, throws on a random shirt, and puts on his new Adidas Love on Tour sweater with his initials.

You lean against the door admiring him in all his glory. He didn’t bother for a shower, too eager to see everyone.

“I’m proud of you,” you whisper. “I know it might not mean much, but I am.”

Harry pauses, finishes tying his shoe, and walks over to you. He stops before you, his hands finding a home on your cheeks. “It means the world. Don’t ever think it doesn’t. We might only have been together for two months, but my heart has loved you my entire life. You being here is enough. I could feel your love from the stage.”

He connects your lips together, and you melt against him. Harry breathes life into you, and you never want him to stop. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Harry. So much.”

“Good. Let’s go mingle.” You move away from the door and make your way outside when he tugs you back in. “Forgot one last thing.”

He hurries over to his bag, pulls out an identical sweater, and hands it to you. You accept it moving and look it over. Your eyes quickly find your initials on the right side, similar to his.

“Harry—this isn’t necessary.”

Harry shrugs, “it was your idea.”

You don’t fight him as he slips off your red leather jacket and helps you slip on the thin material. He fixes the collar making sure none of your hair is tucked under. Harry decides you look good, giving you a pat on the butt. “Now we can go.”

Harry held your hand as you walked over to the area Jeff had set up for the celebration. He mentioned there would be another location later in the night, but it would be good to let the crowds outside die out. On your walk over, Harry told you about outfits and signs he saw in the crowd. How overwhelmed he came when the rain came down. He felt at home.

You expressed how much fun you had, told Harry how Jeff and Tommy taught you the boot scoot during “Treat People,” and assured him many videos of your failed attempt were taken. Harry paused outside the door where you could hear the loud chatter, and you knew what was waiting for you behind those doors. Harry shoots you a look, and you give him a reassuring smile letting him know it’s okay to go in.

The cheers are loud when the man of the hour walks in. Everyone was quick to gather around him. You try to sneak away, but his grip on your hand stays tight. Every person who thanks him, he makes sure to introduce you.

“Love, go celebrate. It’s alright. I’ll be fine,” you tell him in a low voice.

Harry shakes his head, instead kissing you and pulling you along to meet and chat with new people. You felt a bit overwhelmed, but everyone has been so sweet. They asked where you were from? Scotland. What was your job? An editor. How did you meet? Coffee Shop. How proud were you? Immensely.

You kept trying to hang back, but Harry seemed to notice when you drifted away. He would kiss you and ask for your input in the conversation. You told him you were getting a drink and would be back momentarily, except you got a vodka cranberry and hid in a corner. Harry found you when your drink was half gone.

“Babyyy,” he called out. “Missed you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he wrapped himself around you. He moved you away from the wall, making you face the crowd, his hands around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You lean against him, happy to be wrapped in his arms, feeling safe. “I love you, bub.”

Harry takes a sip of your drink and hums at the bitterness of the cranberry. He knows you’re a social drinker because it allows you to relax and not be as anxious. You and Harry get lost in your world as you let him talk your ear off. He tells you about people around the room, who they are, and how they’ve helped them. Surprisingly, Harry can name everyone in the room, though it shouldn’t shock you much. It’s just the type of person he is.

Your boyfriend is an affectionate person. He loves having a hand on the small of your back or your hand in his. He wants to be close because he says he wants makeup when he’s away. Some would say it makes him look clingy, but lucky for you, you love his touch; it’s comforting. You could feel his smile against your skin as he planted kisses on your face.

Even while in your corner, people come up to you. When they see Harry begin to kiss your shoulder or whisper in your ear, they excuse themselves. You can’t help but feel you are keeping Harry from celebrating with everyone, not realizing he’s happy to celebrate with you in his arms.

“Harry! Sue!” Is yelled from across the room. You see a short, dirty-haired blonde yell and wave for him, but Harry is too busy peppering kisses all over your neck to realize.

“Bubby, love. They’re calling for you.”

He hums against your neck. “I’m perfect here.”

You sigh because the yelling continues, and you’re starting to feel overwhelmed because he’s not celebrating. Instead, Harry is ensuring you’re not nervous, which seems like the most boring job in the world. He should be taking shots with friends and telling stories about the last four nights.

“Go on, I’ll be right behind you,” you promise him.

Harry tightens his hold on you, “baby, you sure?”

“Yes, no go. I’ll even bring you a drink.”

“Te–”

“Tequila neat,” you tease. “I know you.”

Harry pecks your lips once, twice, and a third time before making his way across the room, but not before looking over his shoulder one last time at you. You shoot him a wink and exaggerate, looking at his bum and making him laugh. He moves his hips a little extra just for you. As Harry easily falls into the conversation, you use this moment as an opportunity for a breather.

You were alone for around five minutes when you heard footsteps coming your way. You were in a corridor that led you out to the stage if you continued walking down but stopped halfway, knowing no one would come this way. You were wrong.

Harry is who you expected to see, but to your surprise, it’s Gemma, his older sister.

“Hi,” you greet softly. The conversations with Gemma have been short, but from what you can tell, she’s wise beyond her years and always ready to listen.

“You okay?” She asks, straight to the point.

“A bit loud,” you gesture towards the hallway where the music can still be heard.

She nods, “I get that.” Gemma looks around before moving to stand next to you shoulder to shoulder. “Are you okay?” She asks again.

You sigh, “I—i-i.”

“A bit much for a family gathering.”

“A bit,” you exhale, knowing Gemma understands what you might be feeling.

“It’s the perfect opportunity, I feel. I did forget how overwhelming it was. I don’t even remember my boyfriend’s first family gathering.”

“Are you saying I won’t remember this in a few years?”

“Oh, you’re never forgetting tonight.” She smirks, “unless you keep drinking.”

You scrunch your nose at the thought. “Better not.”

The two of you stand in silence, and you know it’s because Gemma is giving you a minute to gather your thoughts.

“I just—I love Harry. I do. I hope you don’t doubt that, but I don’t know how to celebrate when you’ve all been here for him every step of the way. Year after year.”

Gemma deflates, “oh, Y/N.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have—” Gemma cuts you off.

“It’s okay,” she assures you. “It’s difficult because of his job, not because of who he is. But trust me when I say he loves you.” Gemma’s words are firm, and you believe her. As an older sister, you would do anything to protect your siblings but never lie to someone important.

“Harry talks about you every chance he gets. Did you know Y/N ran a marathon? She’s swam with sharks in a reservation center. Y/N’s CPR certified. She edited and helped publish five number-one books this year,” Gemma rambles off. “We all know so much because he’s proud and wants to share it with those close to him.”

“I-I didn’t know.” You let all of this process, but it’s a shock because some of the things Gemma listed mean nothing, but clearly, to him, mean everything.

“Everyone in that room,” Gemma points over her shoulder, “knows who you are and what you mean to him.”

“Everyone?” You whisper. It doesn’t feel real. You’d never been so loved, and it might be why you’re feeling overwhelmed because he wants to bask in your love. It’s not a show; it’s simply his way of showing he loves you in front of everyone he cares about.

“Celebrate how you want but know all we want is to see him happy. It’s clear as day that you make him happy. This is the happiest I’ve seen him, and it’s because of you. Maybe even happier than selling out Wembley.”

“Thank you, Gemma.” She hugs you tight, and it’s so familiar yet different from Harry’s. His is light and full of love, while Gemma’s is tight and warm. “He wrote you a beautiful song.” You’re referring to “Sweet Creature,” which he dedicated to her tonight.

“It’s a special one. Don’t worry. I hear you’ll be getting yours soon enough,” she teases. “I’ll see you inside.”

A few seconds later, someone else joins you. It’s as if your body knows who it is without seeing them because you feel the familiar flutter in your stomach as his smell wraps around you.

“Baby, where did you go?” Harry whines. Baby is a term of endearment that comes out a lot when he’s had more than one to drink. It’s your favorite during these times.

“I’m here,” you open your arms, and he happily falls in your embrace. “I’m proud of you, love.” You run a hand through the back of his head, keeping him close.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Like really proud. You’re so loved. What you do is incredible. I feel so lucky to be able to love you.”

Harry pulls back, and you see his beautiful eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall soon. “I love you.”

You press your lips against his and put all your love into the kiss. You wish you could spend the rest of the night kissing him, but there is more celebrating to do. Harry doesn’t let you pull away, instead deepening the kiss. You melt against him, forgetting your worries and enjoying this moment with him. A moment only for the two of you to remember.

“Let’s keep celebrating, my love,” you whisper against his lips.

“Still nervous?” He checks.

“Only a smidge.”

Harry smiles, “that’s okay. I’ll hold your hand.”

“You won’t let go?”

“Never,” he promises.

As you return to the party holding tight to his hand, he asks an important question. “Can I keep kissing you?”

Your laugh rings loud, echoing through Harry’s heart. You bring your hand up to rest at the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “As much as you like.”

[atlaculture]

Cultural Fashion: The Razor Pt. 2 - Clothing

Since the girl representing the archetype of “The Razor” has yet to be named, I’ll simply be referring to her as “Razor” for this post.

While previous Avatar Legends characters I’ve analyzed have designs that allude to less prominent cultures in ATLA, Razor’s design calls back to a more popular source of inspiration for Avatar: China’s Tang Dynasty (618-907).

Her dress comes from the Tang Dynasty--- although it’s modified to accommodate her bending. Like the women in the painting, she wears a qixiong ruqun (齊胸襦裙) or “chest high robe-skirt”. As the name implies, the flowing skirt is worn at the chest and over the robe. It’s held in place by a sash and cord combo. The final component of the outfit is the thin scarf wrapped around the arms called a pibo (披帛).

As you can see, Razor’s outfit takes some artistic liberties with its inspiration. The sash is tied under the bust, rather than over the bust, allowing the top of the skirt to peek out; this gives her a more empire waist silhouette, rather than a traditionally tubular one. Her skirt is ankle-length rather than floor-length, for ease of movement. Her pibo is weighted at both ends, which just looks awesome. Maybe she can use the rings as weapons? Like slapping people with them. Finally, and most obviously, her sleeves are cut short to accommodate both her disability and her bending ability. Overall, I really enjoy her design.

According to Avatar Wiki, Razor was raised to be a weapon, a tool for her master to use against enemies. But she saw a better way forward, and now seeks to make up for the terrible things she has done and was taught to do. When you take into consideration both her backstory and character design, she gives off the impression of a deceptively cultured assassin-type. I also just love the contrast between her brutish body language and her delicate dress.

I actually think her character embodies the spirit of the Tang Dynasty really well. It was a time of much opulence and high fashion, but it was also a period of relative freedom and empowerment for women. It was during this dynasty that China saw its first and only sovereign female emperor, a princess became a successful general to an army of 70,000 men, rough contact sports like polo were all the rage with noblewomen and women’s social & political rights were expanded. It just goes to show that a love of beauty and fashion doesn’t invalidate a woman’s strength and competence.

Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^

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[irenes-journal]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted my own ideas here, so why not now!! @kurithedweeb and I had a fun conversation about veils in MCD, and here’s my side of that convo :) Kuri also has a post so go check that one out too <3

There are four kinds of veils I have written stuff about here: worship veils, wedding veils, mourning veils, and my personal favorite which are death veils.

Irene would not have been the first person to ever wear a veil, but she would have popularized it due to the way she is dressed and is represented in art. The way she is represented once she is considered the “The Matron” almost always has a headdress (which can be interpreted as seeming veil like). Customs would have begin to spread in which this headdress would be mimicked, becoming various types of veils.

Worship veils would show up in places that are considered holy to the matron, being customary for people to wear them. This would be a sign of respect and dedication. While once out of these locations it would be okay for people to take them off, some choose not to as an extra layer of showing their dedication to Irene. Places like Scaleswind would likely have a higher concentration of veil wearers due to how holy it is considered in her life.

For weddings, I believe that they would have come from Irene herself and her union with Shad. These wedding veils are customarily white, as we know this with both Donna and Emmalyn’s wedding looks. They’re incredibly special to the ceremonial aspect of the event, representing Irene’s presence in the marriage and a garment to spiritually protect those to be wed. Veils are allowed to be decorative, so many people go all out on their veils. Some (usually the very religious and/or rich) will even get gold (or silver/any other trimming if you use that in your Irene interpretation) trimming on their veils to mimic what Irene’s looked like. Some people if they are skilled enough will decorate their own veils as a way to feel closer to Irene herself.

Next up are the mourning veils. These are usually black in color, but were originally to red as they were associated with Shad. As he became an unpopular figure though, the color customary for these veils became black. It was meant to be the opposite of the wedding veils, as those signified a “new beginning” while these are for the end of a life. These are worn at funerals, and those close to the dead may wear them for longer and in everyday outfits.

Now onto my personal favorite, the death veils. These veils are purple and they are worn by the dead. They stay on the bodies even after being buried, and the idea of them are for protective purposes. Once people began to fear Shad and the idea of those they love becoming shadow knights, they needed to find a way to protect the deceased’s souls. They are purple to call upon the Matron’s protection, and also to ward off Shad from touching the soul of this person. People do not want to take any chances when it comes to protecting souls, so ceremonial burials are incredibly important to do right. It’s the only part of the crossing over they have control in, and doing it wrong could result in things people really do not want. I have more to say about these but that deserves its own post

[the-anti-vampire-blog]

Late Victorian Dress Timeline

The late Victorian era seems to be the most popular historical time period for vampires. This post will be going over the different fashion trends for women during the late Victorian era and then over which era would be the most survivable as a damsel.

So I should probably start with the hoop skirt (crinoline) but really I’m still learning how to tell the styles apart. I’ll think I’ve got it but then I learned I was comparing day gowns to tea gowns or party gowns and I’m back to square one not to mention class differences. Just know that princess hoop-skirts are never used as daily wear after these, or at least not to the sizes they were before the first bustle era.

So instead let’s start with the first bustle era,

So this was during the late 60’s to I think the mid 70’s. This is like a hybrid between a hoop skirt and the bustle skirt you think of when I say ‘bustle skirt’. You could ski off these slopes. And the colors are gentle and delicate a lot of these dresses were hoop skirt dress skirts that they put on a this new under shape. They’d tack the back up so it’d sit right and if they reused the dress skirt they’d rework it to fit the trends.

Next is the natural form era,

so this shape is achieved by tying a pillow to the rear instead of a bustle or crinoline this went from the mid 70’s to nearly the mid 80’s I think it lasted until ‘83. The fabric is richer and the tops look more serious, I’m also noticing more patterns when I searched up fashion plates for ‘76 which isn’t something I picked up on before (also I’m noticing that these patterns usually use white this might change at the end of the natural era tho’) Notice that the chest it seems corsetry changed between this period and the last too.

The second bustle era

This is 83’ - I think the early 90’s but it maybe ended in the late 80’s. These are the bustles that look like you can place a stack of books on. This era used a lot of jewel tones and earth tones. Patterns are still really in and tops are fitted and serious. Notice that there is a bit of fabric swooping in the front almost like an apron this connects to another almost apron like bit that’s put onto the bustle. It’s not always on an outfit but I’m trying to explain more of how they connect because it’s an interesting little detail. Here I think they’re doing something like a pigeon breast but it’s not to the extent that you’ll see later

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After this is when they tossed off the bustle and messed around with sleeves. They loved their sleeves. Above all else they loved their sleeves. If you ignore the sleeves (which can be hard) you’ll notice that the tops have a dark academia x cottage core vibe I’d say it leans more into cottage core. They also seem to keep a pidgin breast which means they were adding padding above the boob. Earthy tones were probably the most popular but it looks a little less standard, then again maybe I’m not able to tell apart evening wear from day wear for this one? All the others I chose day wear for to keep it simple but I’m not sure now, I’m too busy staring at their ginormous sleeves

Idk what the occasion for the second one is. I’ve been trying to keep these to day clothes but I’m not sure I was able to distinguish between that and evening wear for these. Would you believe me if I said they didn’t look this bad when worn by real a person?? Cute even?? Actually the last one has this cute detail I want to point out. She’s wearing a bow on the back of her neck. This was a trendy little thing to do.

How would I fare against a creature of the night in these?

Now, if I had to survive a vampire in one of these which would I choose?

The first bustle era had the bustle go a bit in front of you on the hem. Not ideal for outrunning the undead. Also a lot of these skirts used to once be bigger so heavy is the ass.

The natural form era has the opposite problem, some of these look like they have a small stride maybe you could let it out at the back. At least that cushion protects your butt from being bit.

The second bustle era looks horrible but actually those things bend up so well that you can look up sitting in a bustle and see that you don’t loose movement there. The fittedness of the chest isn’t great though. I think this was when we had big hatpins too!

The mutton sleeve era doesn’t seem have the amount of fabric layers the others do. And I think if you took out your sleeve poofers you’d have more arm movement. Your neck is covered by your bow necklace and you have more padding over the boobs. This might actually be the best option

If you’re a vampire go for the natural form era, the colors and patterns look the most dramatic

[ironladders]

okay so you gave us your thoughts on ashrahs outfits, your favorites, your critiques, now give us that same thing but for syzoth. hes got much more so i feel like you have more to work with here too. you can choose to include unused outfits or not

(this answer took me so long to type my god 💀 if this post is incoherent im sorry)

oh do i have OPINIONS on syzoth’s outfits. get popcorn because we will be here for a minute

since syzoth’s been around for so long, i’m just going to go in chronological order here because that’s what makes sense to my head:

while he wasn’t playable until the second game, syzoth’s presence has been in the franchise ever since the first mortal kombat. fun fact: he was the first ever secret boss in a fighting game, being a male ninja recolor with a mix of sub-zero and scorpion’s powers.

there’s not much to say about this one; the arcade sprites couldn’t have much detail, and as mentioned before the male ninjas were all recolors of each other, so syzoth’s outfit doesn’t have much going on. still, i’ve always liked this classic outfit the male ninjas had. it looks comfortable idk.

the outfit he has from the second game is, again, yet another recolor sprite. the only difference here from the first game’s costume is a few minor details have been tweaked & the texture of the green cloth has more detail. i actually think i prefer the shade of green here as opposed to the one he had the first game, not sure why though.

i'd like to see it make a comeback in mk1, who knows. but i wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t since he got his umk3 skin already

SPEAKING OF:

this one is also nice, but it's pretty similar to the the previous costume so i'm really not sure what else to add here. there's lines, i guess.

i actually really like how it looks in mk1 though! the textures are neat & they managed to keep the simplicity of it while still making it look nice. i also think the little cat ears resembling how john tobias drew the ninjas is really cute :)

now, savor those classic looks.

absorb how simple, yet cool they look.

because after mk3 is mk4/mk gold, which has….. syzoth’s worst costume ever:

WHAT WAS MIDWAY SMOKING?

there is nothing good about this at all. full stop. making him suddenly have scaley skin is one thing, but does he have to be ugly??????? because he is so ugly it’s awful. WHY IS HE BALD???

i have mentioned i hate his union of light skin from mk1 but this is ten times worse. just awful stuff, all around

they did this weird thing with his mask where, when syzoth opens his mouth, the mask moves with it, so he doesn’t have to take it off to eat or bite people or anything, i guess. but that’s really dumb to me?????? can he not just take it off like everyone else in these games who wears a mask???? why does he specifically need the open-mouthed stretchy mask?????

WHAT IS GOING ON. HUH????

also i really don’t like how they randomly decided to make the legs of his outfit purple; i get his skin is suddenly green and maybe they wanted some contrast, but come on guys. color coordination for these characters was established very early on, you can’t just throw reptile in purple out of nowhere when he's always worn green😭😭😭

i also don’t like the metal part on his crotch, and the top half of the costume is super boring. like okay sure graphics back then only allowed for so much but come on, do SOMETHING. this whole outfit sucks. burn it immediately like holy shit. mk4 was such an awful time for syzoth in general because not only did he get the ugliest design in mortal kombat design history BUT HE DIED IN HIS OWN TOWER ENDING.

you really cannot get worse than syzoth’s mk4 outfit & i think they realized how bad his design was, because midway redeems themselves in mkda:

i actually like syzoth’s mkda appearance, sure he’s a bit freaky but this is leagues better than whatever happened in mk4.

his default really suits the more monstrous/animalistic vibe they were going for him, and i like how they leaned towards a more lizard-y appearance than the weird human with scales was happening in mk4. lore-wise it also makes sense, because he's supposed to be "devolving"/losing his shapeshifting abilities due to not being around a zaterran matriarch for so long. the outfit itself is also nice; i like the shoulder pads, and the sharp points all over it fit in well with his theme + general villainy. there's enough contrast happening to make each part of his outfit stand out, while also staying cohesive and just generally looking good.

his alternate costume is also nice! they went for a different feel with it for sure, this one gives me "stuck in a desert and forced to fend for himself" vibes... if that makes sense. it's missing his regular color scheme which is.... weird... but at least it's actually interesting to look at and not ugly. i also like the animal skulls being used as armor throughout, like he hunted them down himself & then made sure to use as much of the remains as possible. it's cool!

i also do like syzoth's shaolin monks costume. now that i'm looking at it, the mold here is pretty similar to his mkda default, just with some tweaks? there's more green in the outfit, which i like because of the contrast it creates, and i also don't mind that his face looks slightly more human-ish despite being all scaley. i know i just complained about that for his mk4 costume but that's because he was ugly there (the bandages covering everything also helps. i also really like those btw)

also! i think they should bring this skin back in mk1 because i know it would look good on him. i don't think, i know, because this is his alt in mksm:

you see that??? HUMAN!! sure he's a little teethy, but he looks SOO GOOD in his human form wearing this. i'd really like to see mk1 syzoth in the mksm costume just based on this alone because i know it'd eat. the material is right there i just need nrs to act on it.

following the game release timeline, we get to mk armageddeon, where everyone keeps their appearances from the 3d era (unless you're a character who disappeared for several games and never got new costumes). so there's nothing from there to add. then everyone dies in that game, the wb acquisition happens, and with that comes the mk9 reboot.

and like... idk how to feel about his mk9 default? it's just There for me. i really can't explain why, but there's something about this design that just feels weird to me but i have no idea what about it is throwing me off. it's not an awful design but it's just. boring to me for some reason. also i've never liked how only one of his shoulders has a shoulder pad; it's just a super random asymmetrical element to introduce in a design that is otherwise symmetrical. could at least make it big and dramatic or something but noooo

i DO like his mk9 alt costume more than his default like i LOVE it

DO YOU SEE THE SNAKES WRAPPING AROUND THE FRONT WITH THEIR HEADS STICKING OUT FROM HIS SHOULDERS???? THE OPEN-MOUTHED SNAKE WITH THE FANGS AND TONGUE ON HIS CLOTH???? THE STITCHES ON HIS PANTS???? UGHHHHH IT'S SO GOOD. MY SECOND FAVORITE DESIGN FOR HIM. BRING THIS BACK IN MK1 NRS #PLEASE

the only other mk9 skins he has besides the klassic ones are the unused ones from the concept art.

i.. do not like this. it's a pretty big departure from the vibes his outfits have had the past few games, and not in a good way. he's supposed to be a master of stealth and i'm sorry but i can't see him being stealthy in this really clunky metal armor. maybe if he was a more knight-based character i'd be able to get behind it, but even if that were the case i'd still want to tweak some stuff. like the lack of boots feels weird (i know he's got claws but come on) with how the leg armor just cuts off, and i don't like the mask. idk, i'm not sure why nrs considered this but thank god they didn't go with it

on the flip side, you have the mk9 concept art where he's human and ohhh myyy godddd he's beautiful........

where is heeeeee 😭😭😭😭 i'm in mourning i didn't realize this existed until i started looking for all of his costumes, and i'm genuinely so sad because now this outfit will never see the light of day?????? he looks so good?????? the only thing i would change is the shade of green because i feel like a more teal color would be something they give to hydro or one of the sub-zeros. but other than that this costume looks so pretty, i need it instantly

there's not much to say about mk9 syzoth besides his appearance sadly. i mean, he's there, but i swear to god he doesn't talk a single second in all his scenes in the story mode for some reason. all he did was show up, get his ass beat, then leave. and sadly, this carried on into mkx

his default skin feels pretty similar to his alt in mk9 in terms of silhouette, which makes me wish they'd been a bit more creative with this design, but besides that i like it. i was a big fan of the bones in his mkda alt and it's nice to see some incorporated again into another reptile outfit. it makes me curious if zaterrans have some sort of rituals/traditions regarding bones, but mk rarely elaborates on zaterran lore so #whoknows

my only real complaint about it besides the similarity to his mk9 alt, is that there's virtually zero green in his outfit (which also bothers me abt his mkda alt outfit now that i think about it). yeah syzoth's skin is green already, but it's been shown in games such as mksm that you can have syzoth be a green-skinned reptilian while also allowing his outfit to have a pop of color. there should at least be green accents if nothing else. like his tournament skin!

i want them to bring this back in mk1 so we can see syzoth boobs huh who said that. hahaha!

but yeah i like his mkx alt a lot.......... the little tears in the cloth make syzoth look more roughed up, but that's probably the point. he's existed as the last of his kinda, working for the most heinous of men to try and bring back his species, for years. dude's gonna need to stitch some of his clothes back together lmao. i'm glad they retconned this to be his outfit from the tournament rather than the mk9 one, because it feels less lacking to me.

the only other official skin (besides the klassic) syzoth has in mkx is the kraken skin

i like the concept of this one, i really enjoy when they do fun themed skins like this! my only issue is that the gold plate on his face feels really out of place, especially beacuse he's not wearing anything else? iirc there was an option to not have it, which... thank god lol. i also wish his skin was more green rather than the actual colors they went with, but i can excuse it since a kraken is a more underwater creature.

before i move on from mkx i need to talk about syzoth's concept art because holy shit does it rule

some of these are definitely chops but with the good ones i feel robbed. betrayed. how could they take these from me

LOOK AT THE COBRA SHAAAPEEE

LOOK AT IT!!!!!

and then it looks like they were considering giving him a tail, but for some reason didn't 💔💔💔💔💔 this is awful look at what we lost

zaterrans are lizard people, okay. whether you want to design their true forms leaning more humanoid or animalistic, i'm of the opinion that they should always have tails, syzoth included. again, i feel like they missed out on giving him a tail because it allows for more unique silhouette opportunities

it also seems they were considering bringing back his 3d era outfits, or at least something similar to them, but...... both got scrapped?????????

the second one i guess is more loosely inspired, but it reminds me of his deadly alliance outfit.... i dunno....

i need them to take one of these and bring it back to the new era as syzoth's emissary outfit. it just looks so clean and i know this would bang in modern graphics. the vibes it gives off too would be perfect for a syzoth serving alongside empress mileena. GIVE IT TO ME, NETHERREALM.

if you've made it this far along the post:

sorry

congratulations because we're in the final stretch 🎉🎉 we have arrived to mk1

this is the best fucking default skin syzoth has had in any of these games and no you cannot argue with me. if you were not there when the banished trailer first dropped then i feel bad for you because literally everyone was rejoicing over mk1 syzoth. not only was every single reptile fan happy that he's a good guy & no longer desperately trying to bring his species back, but his mk1 design is flawless!!!!! this is probably my favorite design they've done for him yet because it's so fucking good!!!!

i complained about his mkx default not having any green, and they fixed their mistake becasue he has green in his outfit again. but it's not like an overwhelming amount of green, if that makes sense. i mourned him not having a tail in the previous few games, and while syzoth is tail-less in his human form the loincloth mimicking a tail in the back makes up for it & is just a super smart design choice. i also love the little storytelling elements in his default.... at first glance syzoth just looks like your average masked ninja, but upon further inspection you can point out all the little reptilian motifs in his design; from the tattoos to the silhouette of his outfit, and the scale textures scattered about. not to mention the keys at his hip hint at his role as shang's slave without fully spoiling his storyline in mk1. one time i saw someone say this outfit sucks and i'm sorry but i can't trust anyone who doesn't like syzoth's mk1 default, because again this is arguably the best he has ever looked. nrs did a good job by finally settling the "reptilian vs human" debate that was happening with reptile fans by just making him both!!!! they cooked SO fucking good with syzoth in mk1, which i'm happy about because for years now he was literally one of mk's favorite punching bags. all fans of syzoth wanted was for him to be happy and have an important story role, and he finally got that (even if it cost him a wife and kid and some of his mental health).

i have talked for way too long, and i think i've gone over his mk1 costumes in a different ask, so i will be brief:

uol is ass, only rivaled by mk4. burn them both to the ground

ood has to be one of my favorite looks for him, it feels like something he would've worn in the previous games, in a good way. big fan of the spikes and scales everywhere

i like his earthrealm skin but at the same time he's got to be sweating under there lol. the only thing i actually dislike about it is that i wish they didn't remove his face tattoo but other than that it's great. i really want his jacket

i did not get syzoth's christmas skin because i didn't have enough krystals at the time and it haunts me. every day. this is his only skin i don't have, and i wish i had just caved and bought some krystals for it. look at him he's so cute 😭😭😭 you can tell they had fun with this one. the dumb pointed shoes with bells are hilarious, his candy cane tattoos are really cute, and he genuinely looks like a really silly elf. you also can't tell because his hood is up but they even colored his hair white!!!! im obsessed with the little details on this skin

ALSO WHEN YOU HAVE HIS XMAS SKIN EQUIPPED HIS ZATERRAN FORM HAS SPRINKLES!!! AND CHOCOLATE AROUND THE MOUTHHH which he probably shouldnt be eating bc syzoth canonically cannot stomach human food.

like are you kidding me hello????? he's adorable 😭😭😭😭😭 im so devastated i don't have this skin and that it probably won't come back until winter rolls around again

okay i think that's all his skins? i hope? because this post is so damn long & i think there's an image limit that i've just barely hit at this point. if i forgot any syzoth skins i'm sorry but also i'm at the point where i have got to wrap this up somewhere

in short: love all his mk1 skins except uol, mk4 is the worst out syzoth's had Ever, klassics are great as always, and i need them to bring his 3d era outfits back.

okay thank you for reading, bye

[grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks]

There were a lot of instances, really, that could be considered their "first kiss." A look at some moments that might, depending on your perspective, count as Jon and Martin's first kiss. For the Jonmartin week day 1 prompt "First Kiss" - Updates one chapter a day, every day of Jonmartin Week.

For day 8 of @jonmartinweek, here's chapter 8 of my "first kiss" fic! Enjoy some post-Lonely content, and Jon and Martin's first kiss (or their ninth, depending on how you count it)!

They ended up in Martin’s apartment, after everything.

They didn’t have a lot of other options. Jon had been functionally homeless ever since the coma, and he wasn’t eager to return to the archives. So Jon let himself be led by the Eye to Martin’s doorstep, and Martin let himself be led by Jon.

Martin didn’t say anything, and Jon didn’t press. He just held firmly onto Martin’s hand to reassure himself that he hadn’t disappeared again.

He dropped his hand when they finally arrived, and the pair stood in the foyer, awkward and uncertain. Martin looked numb and entirely lost, and Jon knew he would need to take charge of the situation, but he was at a loss for what to do. The only suggestion he could think to make was a weak,

“Tea?”

Martin nodded, and Jon shuffled into the kitchen to make it. He couldn’t keep from glancing behind him as he worked, to where Martin still stood in the entryway, staring blankly into space. He didn’t move until the kettle began to whistle. Then he startled, and snapped all at once out of whatever trance he’d been lost in.

“Oh, here,” he murmured, coming into the kitchen and raising his hands to help, “Let me…”

“I’ve got it,” Jon said softly. He poured the hot water into two mugs and stirred in the sugar while Martin watched him with an open, aching look of want. There was something oddly wounded in his expression, too. He stared at Jon’s hands, bobbing the teabags in the water, like he wanted to touch them but knew, somehow, that they would burn him.

“Here,” Jon said when he had discarded the tea bags and added the milk. Martin accepted it with a mumbled, 

“Thanks.” Their fingers brushed as he handed over the mug, and Jon flinched against the cold of Martin’s hand.

“You’re freezing.”

“Sorry,” Martin mumbled, and Jon hated it – hated the blankness in his voice, hated the instinctual way he took on blame, as though everything about him was something that required an apology, the same way he had in the Lonely.

“No, it’s– You should really change, though. Your clothes are soaked.”

“You should, too,” Martin said, because Jon’s own clothes were still damp through from all that damned fog.

“I– I don’t have any spare clothes.”

“I could lend you some,” Martin said. He set down his mug. “Come on. This is too hot to drink right now, anyway.”

He led Jon to his bedroom and picked out some clothes for him – a pair of grey joggers and an old tee shirt with the words Magnus Institute Library Team Building Retreat 2013 printed on the front.

“I’ll just be a second,” Jon said before excusing himself to the bathroom to change.

The clothes were several sizes too big. It took quite a bit of cinching the drawstring waist before the joggers would stay up, and the shirt hung awkwardly off his thin frame, exposing his clavicle and most of his shoulder. It was not the most flattering outfit he had ever worn, but it was warm and dry, and smelled pleasantly of laundry soap.

When he stepped out into the hallway, Martin was already there, changed into a dry pair of jeans and a thick sweater. He glanced at Jon in his ill-fitting borrowed clothes, and for the first time in a very long time, Jon caught him smiling.

“I know, I know,” he muttered. “I look ridiculous.”

“No, you– you look nice.”

Jon opened his mouth. It seemed important to say something to that, though he was at a loss for quite what. Before he could make up his mind, his phone began to buzz in his pocket.

“Basira,” he told Martin when he checked the screen. “I should take this.”

He wandered into the living room while he spoke to her. She updated him on the state of Daisy, the Hunters, and the police, and Jon let her know that they’d gone back to Martin’s apartment.

“How is he?” 

“He’s… alive,” Jon said, because it was too early to say if he was fine, or safe, or unharmed. But once he’d said it, the truth of his words finally sank in. A disbelieving laugh escaped him as he repeated, suddenly giddy, “He’s alive, Basira!”

They both agreed that he and Martin should leave London as quickly as possible, and she told him that Daisy had a safehouse where they could lay low for a time.

“What’s Martin’s address? I’ll swing by and give you the key.”

“I can text it to you in a second…”

“No. No text conversations, no paper trails,” Basira said. It was hard to make out exactly what she said next, given their shaky phone connection, but it sounded a whole lot like she muttered, “...can’t believe we never caught you.”

When Jon hung up, Martin was hovering in the doorway between the corridor and the living room, and he was crying.

“Martin!”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I-I’m sorry I worried you. I’m sorry for all of it.” His voice was soft and shattered, and Jon remembered his own voice, too excited to consider volume. He’s alive, Basira! Martin would have to have heard it. 

“Martin,” Jon said again, more warmly this time. He closed the distance between them and pulled Martin close until their foreheads were resting against each other. “You don’t need to apologize.” Martin was solid beneath his touch, but the memory of how evanescent he’d been, just an hour before, loomed in his mind. “Just stay with me,” he whispered, and Martin flashed him a weak smile.

“Always.”

Their faces were so close Jon could feel the warmth of Martin’s breath sigh across his cheeks.

Jon paused a moment, savoring the closeness, the solid, certain weight of Martin against him. Then he tilted his head up to close the last remaining space between them and pressed his lips to Martin’s.

Martin responded immediately, reaching up to clutch at Jon’s back, pulling him closer, kissing him back with a desperation Jon was only too willing to match. When Jon licked into his mouth, he let out a high, keening, hungry noise that made Jon shiver. He wanted quite badly to make Martin make that noise again.

Nipping gently at Martin’s bottom lip did the trick, he learned to his delight. Letting the hand that wasn’t gripping Martin’s hair drift down to his waist and slip under his shirt provoked a higher, more surprised noise that Jon liked almost as much. He would have gladly spent the whole night cataloguing the sounds, but he felt something wet roll across his cheek, and he realized with a jolt that Martin was crying.

He pulled away instantly and began to apologize. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he stammered. “Is– is this too soon?”

Martin shook his head. “No,” he whispered, “it’s a year too late.”

Jon’s heart sank. He should have known, he should have realized he’d missed his chance. Martin caught his expression, and his eyes widened.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean–” He scrubbed at his wet cheeks and let out a quiet laugh. “How am I still mucking this up?” he whispered to himself. Jon just watched him, wide-eyed. “I meant,” he said finally, leaning down to press one more chaste kiss to Jon’s lips, “that we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

And Jon wasn’t going to argue with that.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Looking for someone to post this for me because I need it to be anonymous! They were both looking so hot in the photos from Vegas on Friday night, I couldn’t imagine them getting out of their hotel room without a struggle.

“Dude!”

She sounded… was it angry?

“What the hell?”

Travis turned around, still fastening his wristwatch, to find Taylor emerging from the bathroom in a very short, very tight leather dress, sky high strappy heels and her signature perfect hair and make up.

He really had been working on being more articulate around her but the sight before him was a serious challenge to the blood flow to his brain. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fuuuuck, Tay.”

He forced his gaze back up to her face to find her eyes roaming over him in a manner that could only be described as ravenous.

“Trav, are you seriously expecting me to just be able to leave this room with you looking like that?”

He managed to tear his gaze away from where the chocolate brown leather met her clavicle and looked down at his peach-toned matching set. He’d worn much more outlandish things by her side before and she’d never complained. “You don’t like it?”

Taylor rolled her eyes but she didn’t look mad. “Oh, I definitely like it, Trav. I can see every subtle shift and movement of every one of your perfect muscles in that outfit.” She fanned herself theatrically. “You are far too hot for me to let you be seen by any other women. I mean, babe, when I first opened this door I really let myself admire the view while your back was turned. You are one spectacular piece of ass, Travis Kelce.”

“Huh.” Travis grinned. “So you’re not gonna take this perfect opportunity to make a joke about my position?”

Taylor grinned at him wickedly. “I have so many different positions coming to mind right now and not one of them is appropriate for Sunday Night Football.”

Travis looked longingly back at her then cautioned a glance at his watch.

“I mean, we are ready pretty early. We didn’t say we’d meet them until at least ten.”

“Uh huh.” Taylor nodded eagerly, stalking towards him and reaching for the soft fabric of his sweater.

“And we can put ourselves back together pretty quickly, right?” By now she was up on tiptoes and her red lips were on his neck so he didn’t really need much more in the way of convincing. He ran a finger tip along the neckline of her dress and she shivered in anticipation of what he might do next. He loved it when that happened. It was like she’d never been properly taken care of before, every little way he touched her was met with such an ecstatic reaction.

“You really have poured yourself into this tight little thing just for me, haven’t you?” he murmured as she frantically pushed his sweater up under his armpits, urging him to pull it over his head and out of her way. He complied hastily, only to return his hands to the bare backs of her upper thighs and pull her body right up against his.

“It unzips in the back,” she whispered shakily against his throat and once her little hands had snaked around his waist and settled under the globes of his ass, he didn’t need telling twice.

“Pat will understand,” he said, mostly to himself, as he peeled the leather down the length of Taylor’s toned arms, revealing the swell of her breasts spilling over the top of a sheer lace corset. “He’s had the love of his life since high school. I’ve only just found you and I’ve got all that lost time to make up for.”

When he looked up to meet her gaze, Taylor’s expression was so tender that Travis felt the tears spring to his eyes. “I never knew it could be like this, Tay,” he whispered. “Thank you, baby, for giving me a chance.”

He could see that her eyes were misty too but the tenderness quickly turned to playfulness, another of the qualities he loved about her. She grabbed his wrist and showed him his watch. “Travis, you know I love you and you know how new and mind-blowing all of this is for me too but we’ve got some serious, you know, mind-blowing to do right now and we have a couple with a babysitter waiting on us. You’re on the clock, baby.”

Travis grinned. “It’s been said I do my best work when the lights get brighter and the stakes are higher.”

Taylor waggled her eyebrows. “Let’s break a couple more records.”

😂 do with this whatever you want, world.

[whatinthe-greenbeans]

1-98 ask game

Im not gonna answer some of them just cause 1- I’m lazy, and 2- I couldn’t think of an answer. I’ll just put N/A (no answer) for those ones

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Mugs definitely, I love mugs. Teacups are a close second though, those are pretty cool.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubble gum (this also depends on what brand of bubble gum though)

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I was homeschooled so idk

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda cans/bottles, whatever the soda originally came in basically

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Grunge or goth

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones 100%

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows, movies are too much commitment

9. favorite smell in the summer?

This is oddly specific, my mind is blank

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Again, homeschooled. I’ve never done p.e.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

A bowl of cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“More unnamed vibes ✨🕺”

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Skittles

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The kite runner was really good. I also loved when we read Shakespeare

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

It depends which part of my body hurts that day

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

combat boots

18. ideal weather?

When it’s really sunshiney right after it rains

19. sleeping position?

On my side

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Notes app or google docs if I’m on my laptop

21. obsession from childhood?

✨dinosaurs✨

22. role model?

N/A

23. strange habits?

I have a lot of habits but I wouldn’t say any of them are strange or out of the ordinary? I’m sure there’s something but I can’t think of it right now

24. favorite crystal?

N/A

25. first song you remember hearing?

Idk man that was too long ago for me to recall. Probably some Katy Perry or something??

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Old lady activities- but outside (reading, crocheting, etc but it’s in the sun so it’s 10x better)

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Old lady activities still but it’s inside because cold

28. five songs to describe you?

That requires way more thinking and self awareness than I posses. Ask pyxy maybe they know

29. best way to bond with you?

Literally just hang out or hold an interesting conversation with me

30. places that you find sacred?

N/A

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I dunno, probably jeans and a cool shirt ?? (I wear the same things every day)

32. top five favorite vines?

I LIKE A LOT OF THEM HOW SHOULD I PICK???

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Probably me yelling ‘KYEL’

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

🕺 Avocados from Mexico 💃🏼

35. average time you fall asleep?

Like how many times per day? Once a night, I don’t nap. If we’re talking how long it takes me to fall asleep then it’s more like an hour+ of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Some of these questions are really challenging my memory

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Pie

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

N/A

41. last person you texted?

@pyxy-styx

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

I do not like scented soap

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy but I also like sci fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

T shirt and leggings /pajama pants

47. favorite type of cheese?

All of the above

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A peach?? Idk

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

N/A (I can’t think of any rn but I’m sure there is some)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Watching someone else laugh so hard that water came out of her nose

51. current stresses?

I have a concert coming up soon but I think we’ll be fine

52. favorite font?

Times new Roman (I don’t use a lot of fonts, this one is nice though)

53. what is the current state of your hands?

I’ve colored all over them

54. what did you learn from your first job?

N/A

55. favorite fairy tale?

Dude most of the original fairytales are pretty gruesome, they’re all really cool

56. favorite tradition?

My family is boring we don’t really have specific traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Oh boy do you wanna know (N/A)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Creative ability in general, specifically with music and crafts like crocheting or sewing. Ig I would also consider my fixation and knowledge on psychology and brain stuff a talent.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Gaslight Gatekeep Kivenboss

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

N/A (I haven’t watched any anime so)

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“But before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a persons conscience” -Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

62. seven characters you relate to?

Nimona(Nimona), hiccup haddock(HTTYD), Charlie spring(Heartstopper), Peter Parker(specifically the Tom holland MCU spider man), Anne Shirley(Anne of green gables), Katie Mitchell(Mitchell’s vs. the Machines). Kinda basic characters but idc.

63. five songs that would play in your

club?

All the gay songs

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I wasn’t really on the internet as a ki

65. any permanent scars?

Yeah

66. favorite flower(s)?

Marigolds and carnations are really pretty

67. good luck charms?

N/A

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I’m not typically picky when it comes to the flavor of things, nothing comes to mind that I just really hated the flavor of.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Pretty much everything I know about cannibalism

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

Anything that has so much going on it overloads my brain

72. worst subject?

The one I’m worst in is probably any type of history but I don’t hate any subjects

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I dislike weird flavor combos in general so I can’t think of any I like

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I could probably get up to a pain level of like 5 or 6 and not even really notice just cause I suck at noticing what’s going on with my body. Pain meds also just don’t really work well for me, so I rarely take any

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I think I was six, almost seven probably?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

French fries 🫶🫶

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

I know nothing about plants. I think plants with vines hanging out of the windowsill would look cool though

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID. I have a horrible rbf in my license photo

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I grew up saying fireflies but lighting bugs is so much cooler

82. pc or console?

PC

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcast

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

I don’t know much about mythology but it’s cooler so I pick mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies

87. your greatest fear?

I don’t actually know

88. your greatest wish?

My father dies (/hj)

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Your mom

90. luckiest mistake?

N/A

91. boxes or bags?

Depends what I’m putting in them

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps and other alternative lighting over the big lights any day

93. nicknames?

My legal name + the nickname that goes with it (I hate these), my preferred name + nickname of my preferred name, kiven, plus whatever random crap my friends come up with

94. favorite season?

Autumn

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr (im a mobile user, tragic I know) or Spotify

96. desktop background?

A drawing of a rainy day

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

All in all it’s around eight

98. favorite historical era?

The renaissance was pretty cool. Industrial Revolution era is also really fascinating

This took way too fucking long to do but here it is