#baby’s first acrylic charm

[thestarsofpines]

I got them!!! Ahhh!!!

[munchboxart]

I can finally share these yay 🎉 🎉🎉 I'll be selling these 3 on (hopefully) Thursday at 7 PM EST as a soft shop opening! It'll only be available to NA (Canada & US) only as I'm not that experienced with shops yet, apologies 🙇

[crowsvault]

🥹🧡🫶 I love him

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ｖｅｒｙ ｂａｄ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ♡

♡ Pairing: mafia!wooyoung x chubby!fem!stripper!reader, other members mentioned

♡ Genre: smut

♡ Summary: When your best friend ropes you into working a bachelor party with her on your day off you're positive you know exactly what to expect. A bunch of gross drunk guys trying to put their hands on you. Instead you stumble into the exact opposite situation, finding yourself drawn to one man in particular who has you doing something you never thought you would.

♡ Word Count: 4.1k-ish

♡ Warnings: woo offers you money for sex and you take it, tattooed woo, drinking, partying, this man really likes licking you, low-key body worship, teasing, pentrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, tit sucking, manhandling, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, a lil dom woo if you squint, a lil pain play, pet names (good girl, pretty, beautiful, cutie, baby), and that's about it babes.

♡ A/N: What can I say? I love Wooyoung. I love mafia boys. I love thicc strippers. Mix all that with a lengthy Megan thee Stallion playlist and this is where I ended up. As always, I hope my chubby hot girls out there enjoy this. Love yeeew ♡

This was supposed to be your night off. You should be bed rotting in your pajamas while you shovel snacks into your mouth and binge your favorite K-drama. Instead you’re half naked in the penthouse suite of some posh high rise straddling the lap of a pretty dark haired boy who just knocked back a shot of tequila and is seconds away from licking the salt from your cleavage.

You let out a giggle at how his tongue tickles as it drags along your skin. Your fingers tangle in his hair, your sparkly pink acrylics swirling in the silky strands as you tilt his head back to let him bite down on the lime wedged between your plush lips. He grins from ear to ear, arms looping around your waist to bring you closer. Your lips are dangerously close to touching. If his cock straining against his pants didn’t give away how badly he’d love for that to happen, that lust filled glimmer in his eyes would.

When he sucks the juice from the lime you pluck it from his mouth, delicately licking the last drop from his bottom lip. He lets out a groan too low for anyone else to hear over the music that fills the penthouse but you hear it. You feel it.

“So, what’s your name again, sugar?” you ask, tugging at his hair a little harder. His eyes nearly roll back at how satisfying the pain is. 

“Wooyoung, sugar. What’s yours?” he whispers, sliding his hands down to cup your ass. You’re wearing a thong, leaving almost nothing between the warmth of his palms and the smooth skin of your ass. He gives it a gentle squeeze and you let out an airy moan that falls on his tongue as sweet as candy. 

“Mmmm” you hum, grinding down on his clothed cock just enough to make it twitch, “Be a good boy tonight and maybe I’ll tell you.” 

Your best friend Anya flicks at one of the silver star charms decorating your hair as she walks by hand in hand with an equally pretty boy you’re sure you heard someone call “Yeosang” earlier.  

“She’s not being a tease is she?” she jokes.

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting her hand away, “I’m not a tease.” 

Wooyoung only shrugs, “She is a tease but that’s okay. I like it.” He squeezes your ass harder and a little squeak escapes you. 

“Hey! I said you had to be good” you scold, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. 

He releases his hold on you, fingertips petting the small of your back, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

“You swear?” you pout, enjoying how easily he’s gotten wrapped around your finger. 

Wooyoung raises a pinky and hooks it around yours, “Pinky swear.”

For a fleeting moment you catch yourself falling for his charms. It’s difficult not to when he’s this hot. In fact, every man in this room is drop dead gorgeous. When Anya first asked you to work this bachelor party with her you were dreading it. Bachelor parties are usually filled with drunk, messy men who can barely string a sentence together let alone be charming.

It’s always good money but you weren’t in the mood to be gawked at by a bunch of asshole frat boys or handsy businessmen so you had every intention of telling her no. You much preferred your bed to a second of that but after all the times she’s had your back you couldn’t bring yourself not to do her this favor so you threw on your cutest lingerie, strapped on your stilettos, and got your cute ass over here. 

Much to your surprise and relief this is nothing like other bachelor parties you’ve worked. Of course they wanna see you naked. They wanna touch you, watch you dance for them. That’s the same with every man. But this group is so generous, so sweet, so willing to tend to the two of you that you’ve almost forgotten that you were working.

“Could you be a sweetheart and grab me a drink?” you ask, batting your eyelashes, “My throat’s a little dry and someone drank my last shot of tequila.” That someone being him. 

Wooyoung laughs, lifting you off of him and placing you carefully at his side, “Of course. Anything for you. What do you want?”

As Wooyoung rises from the couch you swing your feet up and he catches you by the ankles, slowly massaging your legs. You shrug, nibbling at your lip while his hands slip closer to your pillowy thighs, “Surprise me.”

“Surprise you…” he nods, his fingers sinking into your thighs, “Okay. I can do that.” He leans forward, kissing the inside of your knees before he wanders off to get you a drink.

Lying back on the couch you catch an inverted view of Anya chatting up Yeosang and finding any excuse to feel his muscles through his shirt. After a bit another man slips in beside her. You’re able to eavesdrop close enough to hear her say his name. Jongho. You’re sure he’s the youngest of the group. He’s quiet, difficult to read, but such a cutie. 

Speaking of cuties, you wonder how the man of the night is doing. Hongjoong—that’s the one name you absolutely had to remember—he’s the one getting married in a few days and you must admit his fiance’s one lucky girl. He was kind when the two of you arrived, offering you drinks and making sure you settled in fine, but he’s acted so innocent all night.

You’re sure he still hasn’t moved from that spot in the corner where he’s been sitting nursing the same drink all night. Every few minutes he checks his phone. You’re sure it’s to text his fiance. Some girls might be offended by that but you can’t bring yourself to care. You find it quite sweet actually and you get paid either way.

“Aaah…” you gasp at the sensation of something cool kissing your skin. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look up to find Wooyoung standing over you balancing an ice cold glass of something on your belly. 

He giggles at the shock on your face, sliding it up your body to watch how your back arches in response. “For you, pretty girl.”

Carefully you take the glass, admiring the electric blue syrup swirling around inside of it. You raise it to your lips, sipping at the sweet liquid. Wooyoung kneels down beside you, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear as you drink. He studies your side profile in silent fascination, admiring all of the finer details of your face. It’s a cliche thought, he knows this, but he can’t help wondering how such a delicately beautiful creature ended up in a line of work like this. Then again, with a face like this and a body like that, why wouldn’t you make men pay to be in your presence?

“How’s it taste?” he asks, only barely breaking himself from his trance.

His voice is low and dripping with need. His breath skims your neck like a trail of kisses and you catch yourself wishing that it were. Your pulse races, the tingling between your thighs growing too intense to ignore. You turning a guy on at work? It happens everyday. A guy turning you on? That’s never happened before, not during a single night on the job, but there’s a first time for everything isn’t there?

“You tell me,” you say, offering him a sip. As you do so your hand trembles enough for some of the alcohol to spill over the brim and onto your fingers. 

Wooyoung locks eyes with you, deep pools of brown pulling you into his gaze. Setting the glass down on the floor, he takes you by the wrist, gently stroking it as he presses your fingers to his lips. His tongue darts out, twirling around each and every finger to lick them clean. You never could’ve predicted that something like this would get you wet but here you are. That tingling between your thighs? It’s unbearable now. You squeeze them together, bringing your attention to how wet he’s managed to get you. You hate it and love it all at once. 

“You taste delicious” he grins, kissing your inner wrist. 

It makes you shiver and you pull your hand back, fighting to get a hold on yourself, “I thought we were talking about the drink, not me.”

Wooyoung shrugs, running his fingers down your side, “I don’t know, were we?” 

You should stop him but lust has you locked in place, letting his hand venture below your waist without a word of protest on your part. He squeezes the plush of your thigh, tucking a thumb between them so that it hovers a mere inch away from the wet fabric clinging to your warmth. In this moment everyone else in the room fades away. Even the music seems as if it’s traveled miles to reach your ears. You can only focus on each other. The way your breath hitches the closer he gets to stroking your clit through the lace. The way his eyes seem to twinkle as he watches you grow more and more needy for him as the seconds pass. His thumb’s so close you can almost feel it. Something in you tells you to shift your body down on the couch a little bit, close the distance and give yourself that relief you want so badly. 

“You didn’t pay for that” you snap, shooing his hand away, “That’s not on the menu, babe.” 

Without missing a beat Wooyoung retrieves his phone from his back pocket, swiping on the screen a few times before handing it over to you. It’s a CashApp screen and the keyboard’s already up for you to type your name into the search bar.

“Can I request something off the menu then?”

You shoot upright on the couch, shocked by what you see on the screen. “You’re joking” you laugh, motioning to hand his phone back.

Wooyoung stops you before you can, his expression more serious than you’ve seen it all night. “I want you.”

“You can’t afford me.”

“Try me…”

You wait for him to give it up but he doesn’t waver, not in the slightest. You huff, finding your account and tapping in an amount triple your fee for dancing. “There. You happy?” 

Wooyoung happily takes his phone back, hitting a single button before presenting you with the screen. “As long as you are.”

“Holy shit” you gasp, eyes glued to the screen. He actually did it. He sent you the money. Truth be told if he kept up all the teasing you probably would’ve slept with him before the night was over anyway but the fact that he was willing to pay for it? That’s a twist you didn’t see coming. 

“You…you’re crazy” you giggle, cupping that wonderfully defined face of his, “Fucking insane.”

Wooyoung doesn’t seem offended by that in the least. In fact, he takes it as a compliment. “But you like it…” he grins as he stands back up, sweeping your drink up with one hand and extending the other to you, “Don’t you?” 

You stare at him defiantly, refusing to respond. Not that you need to. The answer’s written all over your face in that faint smile you couldn’t chase away if you tried. A smile that lingers there as he takes you by the hand, guiding you down the nearby hallway and into the master bedroom of the penthouse.

The rest of the penthouse is gorgeous, the sort of place you only see in design magazines, and the master bedroom’s no different. It’s dimly lit with soft white light emitting from a sleek Swedish lamp in the corner. The pristine white walls are adorned with intricate paintings, all originals. All of the furniture’s designer, most notably the king size bed positioned across the room opposite ceiling to floor windows that overlook the city. You’re up much too high for anyone to see you but it feels like you can see the whole world from here. 

Wooyoung quickly takes notice of how charmed you are by the view. “You can check it out if you want,” he says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, “I’m not in a rush.” He can’t hold back his amusement at how giddy you are rushing over to the window to take in the sights. You’re quite possibly the cutest thing ever. 

“Whose place is this anyway?” you ask, unable to peel yourself away from the twinkling lights of the city below. Usually you steer clear of personal questions—it’s better that way—but something about Wooyoung makes you comfortable enough to ask. 

Chugging the rest of your drink, he lays back on the bed, glaring up at the spiraling design on the ceiling. “You remember the tall one? Kinda goofy?”

You run down a mental list of the boys at the party and narrow it down to two. “Which one?”

Wooyoung nearly chokes laughing, “Which one? Oh my god.”

“What?” you pout, truly not meaning any harm, “There’s two of them.”

“Mingi, the one with the deep voice. This is his place. He moved in, I don’t know, a month ago. Nice isn’t it?”

“Do you all live like this?” There you go again, asking questions you know you shouldn’t.

Wooyoung turns to look at you, his reflection immediately capturing your attention. “For the most part, yeah.”

You spin around to face him, on the verge of melting under the heat of his gaze, “Are you a drug dealer or something, Woo?”

He lets that question linger in the air, gesturing for you to come to him. “Come here, beautiful. You’re too far away.”

You skip over to the bed, your body jiggling so deliciously that he’s tempted to send you back over to the window just to see you come back again. Hopping onto the bed, you throw one leg across his waist, straddling his lap. “Better?”

He cups your cheek, bringing you in so that you’re face to face, his lips skimming yours once more. “Better.” 

“You didn’t answer my question” you whisper, rocking your hips against a bulge that’s even harder for you than before. 

Wooyoung loops an arm around your waist, keeping you flush against him, “If I answer your question will you tell me your name?”

“Mmhmm” you whine at the friction between you.

The fabric of your panties is flimsy enough that you can feel the texture of his pants—the pressure of his cock straining against them. It makes your mind go fuzzy. Wooyoung knows this because you’re doing the same to him.

“I’m a very bad man who does very bad things but not that. Not anymore” he confesses, flipping you onto your back in one effortless motion.

Any attempt you could’ve made to respond is silenced when his lips finally crash into yours. You teased him for hours, taking every opportunity to almost kiss him knowing from the start how badly he wanted you. Now that he can finally have you—satisfy the hunger that’s been building inside all night—he’s ravenous, holding nothing back.

“Your turn” he whispers between your lips, flipping you onto your back in one fluid motion, not once breaking the kiss. 

The room’s still spinning when you part your lips to answer his question. As a rule you always give a fake name—one of the pretty ones that you and Anya came up with to stop creeps from finding you out in the real world—but for some reason you can’t lie to Wooyoung. With him kissing you like he wants to devour your very soul, the only possible thing you can spill out is the truth.

Wooyoung kisses his way down your neck, inhaling the sugary scent of your perfume as he drags his tongue between your breasts. “Such a pretty name. I like it.”

“I…I like your name too” you stutter, fingers combing through his hair, “Wooyoung’s a pretty name.”

Catching the fabric of your top between his teeth, he tugs harshly, causing the knots holding it together to slip. Your lush breasts fall free from your top, the tiny hairs on your arm standing up at the feeling of your stiff buds brushing the fabric of his shirt. 

“Mmm, say it again” he groans, the tip of his tongue swirling around your nipple, “It sounds so fucking good when you say it.” 

Taking your bud between his teeth, he sucks harshly at it, treating you to a combination of pain and pleasure that’s nothing short of addictive. Wedging a knee between your legs, he pushes your thighs apart, reaching down to knot your panties in his fist. Your body jerks as he snatches them away, leaving your dripping pussy exposed. Slipping two fingers between your folds, he spreads you open, letting his middle finger slide back and forth across your clit. 

“Wooyoung…mmph…” you moan, arching into his touch, “Woo…aah”. 

Wooyoung dips his fingers down to your clenching hole, stretching you open enough to give you a taste of what your body’s begging for.

“You want more, baby?” he teases, drooling around your swollen nipple. 

“Yes, please” you beg, your breath hitching as his fingers, already slick with your arousal, push into you. 

His movements are slow at first. Two fingers sliding in and out of you, gently stroking your pulsing walls. Your walls are so velvety and warm that he could spend all night petting them. No pussy’s ever felt this good wound around his fingers. His cock aches at the thought of how heavenly it must be to be inside of you. But that’s not truly where his head is right now. He’s solely focused on sneaking a third finger into your pussy, quickening his pace to make sure you never stop making all these pretty noises.

Wooyoung’s fingers are like magic and he’s insanely attentive, effortlessly picking up on your sweet spots and hitting them every single time. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, pushing you so close to your high that your lips are quivering. Wooyoung may be a very bad man who does very bad things but he’s so so good to you.

You tug at his hair, wanting another kiss but unable to form the words to ask for one. Guessing what you want—he wants it too—he leans up and pulls you into another kiss. Your lips collide right on the edge of your orgasm, his tongue dancing with yours as the euphoria hits and you clench around his fingers. 

“Good girl” he praises, “Are you always this gorgeous when you cum or is this just for me?”

His admiration only heightens the intensity of your orgasm. That coupled with the fact that he hasn’t let up on you has you ready to fall apart right here and now. After a couple seconds you figured he’d slow down, give you some time to recover, but no, he just keeps going.

“One more for me” he whispers, bringing his thumb up to rub your clit. 

“Woo, I can’t. Too much” you whine, grabbing onto his shirt hard enough to tear it.

He doesn’t care if you do. He meant it when he said you’re gorgeous when you cum. Your faces are perfection and your body’s glowing. When you look like this you could tear up everything he owns and he’d let you get away with it. 

“You can do it, baby. Just look at you. You’re already so close again, aren’t you?” he coos, kissing you on the cheek.

A split second. That’s all you get to come down, if you can call it that, before the pressure’s building again and you’re coming so hard it has your ears ringing. This time he shows you mercy, gradually slowing his motions, showering you in the sweetest kisses while you come down. Climbing off of you, he stands at the foot of the bed, licking his drenched fingers.

“I was right. You are delicious.” 

You roll your eyes, trying hard not to give away how sickeningly hot you find him. “Are you always like this?”

There it is again. That mischievous grin that he’s been flashing you all night. The one you can blame for getting you into this situation to begin with. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a tattooed chest you just can’t wait to dig your nails into.

“Like what?” he asks, undoing his belt. 

“Like a menace” is what you want to say but you can’t. Wooyoung’s pants are at his ankles now and he has the nerve to stand there like he doesn’t know how glorious his cock is. You don’t need a fully lit room to see how flawless, how beautifully veined, how totally made for you it is. 

“Like what, cutie?” he repeats, grabbing your ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed. Tucking his hands behind your knees, he pushes your legs back, spreading them open to push the head of his cock up against your twitching pussy. 

You moan at the satisfying warmth of his arousal coating your slit, hips pressing down to stretch yourself with the tip.

“I don’t even know anymore. I’m just so…so…”

“So pretty…” he grunts, driving his length into you so deep that you feel it in your chest. Every word he says is accompanied by a thrust that rocks you to your core, little dots of color decorating your vision. “So beautiful. So fucking sexy when you take my cock.”

Your pussy’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. It’s enough to make his head spin and his knees weak. His cock’s never indulged in something this decadent. It’s so good—maybe too good. When you first walked through the door tonight Wooyoung knew it would be. Something about you said you were sitting on a pussy like gold and he wasn’t wrong. Not even a little bit.

You can’t even pretend that you don’t feel the same way. You’re bouncing back against his cock, clamping down on him like you’ll die if he pulls out. Every stroke of his cock floods your senses with pleasure, worsening the moisture leaking from your needy hole onto the expensive sheets. It’s so overstimulating. The length. The thickness. How he throbs in response to every flutter of your walls, filling you up exactly how you need to be filled.

Shifting angles, he mercilessly drills into your sweet spot, making you lose control of your already weakened limbs. You can’t raise your hips. You can’t bounce back on him. You can’t do anything at all besides lay there and take every inch of cock that he feeds you. It’s only a matter of time before your breath’s hitching again, that airy feeling overtaking your body. 

“Look at me” he commands when your head falls back, glossy eyes rolling to the back of your head. Letting one of your legs drop, he slaps a hand down on the softness of your belly and grips it hard enough to sting. 

“Mmph, Woo…” you moan, teary eyes finding his gaze as your nails rake across the sheets. There’s a darkness in his expression that intimidates you as much as it turns you on.

A smile tugs at his lips at the sound of your broken voice moaning his name. “You look at me when you cum or I’ll stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you, baby?” 

You shake your head, pouting cutely. You make him weaker than you can imagine but that’s not enough for him. He knows you can do better than that. 

Slowing down to an agonizingly slow pace, he drags his fingers down your belly to play with your clit. “I don’t believe you. I think you want me to stop.”

“No, don’t stop” you whine, rocking up and down his length, “I won’t look away. I promise. Fuck me, Youngie, please.”

Wooyoung folds for you in an instant, fucking into you hard enough that the headboard’s rocking. You reach out for his hand and he gives it to you, fingers interlacing with yours as your high takes you under.

This is the third time he’s seen you cum—the third time he’s watched you moan and arch and cry out for him—and each time’s more perfect than the last. Good thing this isn’t the last. In fact, it’s far from it. You’re his for the night and by the time he’s done with you he’ll have every face you make, every desperate little moan, committed to memory. 

[shirozora-draws]

I am so late but I am finally done with the first round of merch that I am satisfied with. I am satisfied and we are rolling forward with this set. Now to send off all of my final sample orders so that I know these are absolutely working and are worth posting to a shop site as pre-orders.

Clan of Three lanyards. I recognize that I could easily turn these into washi tapes if I wanted to. We'll see.

Grogu Baby Crimes. Sticker & acrylic shaker charm. Completely revamped after carrying around the old version as an acrylic shaker charm and deciding it was too unwieldy and, more importantly, not cute enough. This will be a sticker option and an acrylic shaker charm option.

Keldabe kiss - Interstellar version. Matte & holographic sticker.

Keldabe kiss - Tatooine version. Matte & holographic sticker.

Live Cheen Reaction. Sticker. For all the fans of Cheen Yofree, the unluckiest third-wheeling Rodian OC.

Need A Hero. Sticker & acrylic charm. The only thing I'm putting forward with Din's face for now. I wanted something cute.

Clan of Two. Sticker. A straightforward general sticker.

The Battle Couple. Sticker (for now). This was actually designed to be an embroidered patch, but I'm not really there yet. The sticker shape is odd so I might present this as a kiss cut sticker.

Luke on Ossus - no scars. Sticker. For people who don't want scars?

Luke on Ossus - scars. Sticker. I just wanted to doodle a thirst trap, thassit.

The Storm. Sticker (for now). I wanted to make more merch for my fics and might use this template for the other fics in the Dangerous Dreams series.

The Clan of Three. Sticker. This motherfucker held me up for MONTHS. I didn't like the previous full-body version especially after getting several sample stickers so I started over... and then got stuck. For months. But here we are. The final piece of the puzzle.

Limited - Tron. Sticker & acrylic charm. I wanted to make a little Tron merch. The acrylic charm will be double-sided with Tron on one side and Rinzler on the other. Thank god this guy is more or less symmetrical.

Limited - Rinzler. Sticker & acrylic charm. For people who like Rinzler. This will be double-sided with Rinzler on one side and Tron on the other side.

I'm sending off a final round of sample sticker and charm orders so that I can get a feel for the revamped and new designs, and once I'm happy I'll get the pop-up shop up and running.

Round 2, I'm looking at small prints, possibly the embroidered patch, and maybe a Tron|Rinzler standee. Also a sticker for The Suns maybe, possibly also The Stars. What if I did a WarGreymon|BlackWarGreymon charm?????

And now.... we write.

[terry-perry]

Are requests for the Alastor x carmine!reader still open because I thought of something about the early stages of their dating?

What if even though they're trying to keep it a secret and not tell a lot of people, but they can't resist being in such good moods because they're clearly in love with each other?

"I can't tell you their name but let me tell me how amazing this person is SWOON!!"

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce y'all to Lillian!

"Y/N! So good to see you baby! I feel it's been ages!"

Y/N walked into the salon and greeted her nail tech with a couple air kisses and a big hug. "Hi, Lillian -I know! I'm most definitely due for some new acrylics. Also, is Shannon in? I wanted to get my hair done too. Give it some shine, add some curls."

"She's got a few appointments, but for you? She'll make time!"

Lillian gleefully took her favorite client by the hand and led her toward her workstation. "So, nails and hair, huh? What's the occasion? Are you guys working on an important deal?"

"Nothing like that," Y/N said as she dipped her nails in the bowl of acetone placed in front of her, unable to keep her giddiness inside since she was still having trouble trying not to think about him anymore than she could help. "I have a date tonight!"

"Oh, is that so?" Lillian pondered, wide-eyed as she observed the big smile on Y/N's face.

"Yeah, it's with this guy I've been seeing for about a couple weeks. We've been going out for coffee and taking walks after work, but tonight is our first real date!"

"And where's the lucky guy taking you?" Lillian asked sweetly, focusing on buffing out the last bits of Y/N's acrylics but still investing in their conversation.

"We're going to this jazz club downtown that he likes for drinks and maybe dancing. Then he's planning on taking me to...The Severed Head."

Lillian stopped herself from making her buffer sponge slip out of her hands from surprise at hearing this. She lifted her head to show her disbelief to a practically beaming Y/N. "The Severed Head?! The fancy place people can't even afford to eat bread from?"

"The very same!" Y/N said with a giggle.

"I heard it can take up to months to get a reservation there. How'd you guys swing that?"

"He's got connections. He made a deal with the owner a while back, so you can say he's a big part of why the place has good business."

Lillian continued to look positively agog at this piece of gossip. "So he's an Overlord then. Impressive!"

Y/N hummed, looking very pensive suddenly. "He's incredible, a little rough around the edges, but he's quite the gentleman who treats me well. He's also pretty funny and charming. I feel like I can really be myself around him."

Lillian softly looked at the clearly lovestruck girl in front of her. Something rare to see in Hell was something so pure, but there it was. She was happy to witness such a sight until Y/N got serious about what she said next.

"The thing is we're not out in the open just yet. You know my mother; very few things meet her approval. I don't know if me going out with another Overlord would make that list. So we're doing our best to keep a low profile for now. We have a chance to go out tonight, but only because he had to pull some strings to ensure we'd be alone. So do you think you can keep this to yourself?"

"Oh, of course, my love! You know you can trust me. I'll take this to my grave!" When Y/N gave her a strange look, she added, "You know what I mean."

They shared a small laugh before Lillian continued her work.

Lillian heard the bell above the salon's door chime, indicating someone entered. She paused her clearing up her table to see who it was and gave them a big smile.

"Oh, if it isn't the lady killer himself!" She chirped while walking over to the front to greet them.

"Now my dear, we've been over this," Alastor replied with his trademark smile. "Those particular cases went cold. It was never proven that I was involved."

She laughed at his remark. "How can I help you today handsome? Your usual sharpening?"

"Yes, and if you don't mind, perhaps a clear coat polish. I want them to look extra sharp for tonight!"

"I can take you in a second! I just gotta finish clearing up my station." She gestured for him to follow her there while they continued their conversation. "So, what's going on tonight? Meeting the next star of your radio show? I've been kinda missing it since you've been gone."

"As much as I'd love to feature guests on my show again, I'm going to have to put a pin on that for now due to my current obligations with the princess," he sat down when she offered him a seat and when he sighed dreamily she had to do a small double take as though making sure this was still Alastor she was talking to. "No, I have plans to meet with a special lady this evening."

Lillian paused setting up her tools for Alastor's claws. Did she hear that correctly?

"Am I hearing this right?" She voiced her wonder. "Is the Radio Demon seeing someone that isn't a potential deal or guest on his show?"

"I suppose..." Alastor replied coyly, mindlessly twirling his microphone that suddenly began to play romantic jazz while he displayed a gentle smile. Seeing him like that was almost endearing, if a bit strange. "She's lovely - a dove among all the crows you find here in Hell. Our budding romance could blossom beautifully if I play my cards right! It's why I must look my best and give her a night she won't soon forget!"

Her suspicions were rising, but she needed more to absolutely know. "So what do we have planned for tonight?"

"Oh, I have quite the enchanted evening planned. We'll let some beautiful music play while we share drinks. We'll enjoy dinner and dancing, and if we have time left, I have a surprise for her I know she'll love."

"Ooh, spill!" She had to know what he had up his sleeve.

"This stays between us, right?" He asked with small notes of malicious intent as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Of course, dear," she said, not seeming to be affected by his subtle threat. "I wouldn't dare to dream of breaking nail tech-client confidentiality. I just love romance!"

He took another second to stare at her but went back to discussing his plans excitedly. "Well, she happens to love old movies. As you know, I'm not a fan of visual mediums, but she's worth it."

Lillian almost squealed right then and there. He must really think highly of this girl if he's willing to go through watching a movie with her. "Oh, so you'll finish the night with a movie?"

"A private screening of an old thriller from my time, yes," he answered. "It's about a hypnotist who brainwashes someone to commit multiple murders. I know she'll love it!"

Oh, Lillian knew this had to be Y/N he was talking about! His plans perfectly aligned with hers, and he's right about the movie. As sweet as Y/N can be, she also had a small edge which included having bizarre taste in films, books, and apparently men. She was astounded to learn about their relationship, but the more Lillian thought about it, the more they made sense. The daughter of the best arms dealer in Hell and the mischievous radio host with a soft side very few knew about. It was an unexpected pairing but also a pleasant one.

She couldn't believe she had front-row seats to what could be the start of Hell's cutest couple!

[witchthewriter]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂.

Pairing: Happy x OC/Commissioned

Word Count: 2k

@a-kayy47.

ANNIE.

You had gotten home much later than you promised Kayleigh.

Opening the front door and stepping in, you could feel the warmth of your home. It was cosy, even with the lights turned off, and you could feel yourself loosen up. The familiar scent of rosemary lingered in the air, a testament to the essential oils you religiously diffused. The soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the gentle creak of the wooden floorboards beneath your feet were comforting reminders of the sanctuary you had created.

  Walking up the stairs, you aimed for your daughter’s room. Without fail, every single night you gave her a kiss while she was asleep. No matter what time you got home, you still did it. It let your baby girl know you were home, safe, without waking her up. It was like she had a sixth sense when it came to you.

 On those nights when you hadn’t kissed her, she knew. She would wake up the next morning and say, “did you forget to do something last night?”

So, at nearly four in the morning, you dragged your tired arse up to her room and smooched her cheek. Her hair was a mess on the pillow, her arms wrapped around her favourite toy. Kayleigh looked so much younger while she slept. It reminds you of those years before Charming. Struggling to make ends meet, doing it all on your own. Eighteen with a newborn. No one to lean on. No partner. No family. Just your strength. And the desire to make your daughter’s life the best it can be.

   As you made your way down the stairs, you saw your neighbor/baby-sitter/best friend asleep on the couch, her phone inches away from her face. You know she kept it close in case of emergencies.

When you first moved to Charming, you had gotten along with Dallas within minutes of meeting her. You remember it like it was yesterday. You had been so scared moving to a new town. And yet, she made you feel at ease instantly.

She had shaken your hand gently with soft hands and long acrylic red nails. Dallas seemed to glimmer (and she did – never leaving the house without covering herself in shimmer cream.) You liked her instantly. You could tell she was genuine. Because there was a sadness in her eyes that she covered up as much kindness as she could.

And so, you trusted her with Kayleigh. She didn’t mind babysitting, not at all. It also helped that you gave her free makeup and hair appointments. It was a win-win. Especially when Kayleigh had gotten attached to the town’s former beauty queen.

You smiled, covering Dallas with a blanket before heading to your own room. Sleep came quickly but lasted only a few hours.

HAPPY.

The Club needed Happy for an … issue. They always came to him when they had these particular problems. He was good at it. Harsh, unyielding and discreet. Okay, sometimes not so discreet. But he handled it, no matter how gruesome it became. Because sometimes a gun wasn’t the best way to get a man to talk.

When Happy was younger, he used to grapple with the thoughts of guilt and shame. With age, with more violence; that slowly disappeared. Like clouds moving to cover the sun, those feelings too were covered.

Now the only thing that seemed to redeem Happy was his family. That’s what made him feel the light. The weight of death was easy to shrug off when those he loved surrounded him. His mother, his sisters, his aunts, nieces and nephews; they mean the world to him.

  But the Club is, his life. And what they ask, he will do.

That’s how he got to where he is now. Tig the only other Son with him as they pried information out of the man in front of them.

The lights were dimmed, the walls had been painted a dark brown – nearly black. The floor was covered with a tarp, the closest bench had various tools atop it, some clean, some bloodied.

There was a constant drip, drip, drip, of blood. Only Happy could hear it, Tig had turned up the music to cover the screams. Except this man hadn’t been screaming. The only noise that came out of him was a deep grunt.

He was tied to a chair. Pinkies cut from the bone. Taking ten digits to eight.

Happy was quite impressed by the way this man held his tongue. No information spilled from his mouth. Not yet.

Happy wiped his brow, the sweat mixing with the blood on his hands. Tig's eyes met his, a silent conversation passing between them. They needed answers and this was taking too long.

Out came the sharper tool, and though resilient, the man was beginning to falter. Happy knew this was it, he could see it in the man's eyes—desperation, fear, and the tiniest flicker of surrender.

"Just tell us what we need to know," Tig growled, his patience wearing thin. But the man remained silent, his resolve steadfast despite the agony he endured.

Happy's thoughts drifted briefly to his family, the light in his otherwise dark world. He wondered what his mother would think if she saw him now, covered in blood, forcing confessions out of men. But he shook the thought away; this was his life, and he had made peace with it.

"Last chance," Happy said, his voice cold and unyielding. "Talk, or we'll make you wish you had."

The man's eyes flickered with a moment of hesitation. Happy leaned in closer, and the man spilled information like a teakettle boiling over.

ANNIE.

You felt as if you had barely slept.

The alarm beeped and you thought ‘surely I pressed the wrong button.’ But you heard the tapping of feet on the ground and then a small body rushed towards you.

 “Mum!” Kayleigh wrapped her arms around you and kissed your hair. Blinking away the drowsiness, you smiled at her and dragged her closer to you.

   “Hey baby,” you murmured, snuggling into her. Happiness bubbled in your stomach as you stroked her hair. Soft and smooth, even if it was a partial nest on her head. But as the timer kept going off, you knew you had to get up for another day.

Exhaustion had gotten the better of you, and autopilot had kicked in. After packing Kayleigh’s lunchbox for school, getting her ready and then yourself, you locked the front door and got the both of you in the car.

  You didn’t notice the black car parked in Dallas’ driveway. Not until Kayleigh asked if your neighbor had gotten a new car.

   “Huh? Oh, uh. I think she would have told us if she got a new one,” but you looked in your rearview mirror as you drove away.  

The salon was already open by the time you arrived. School drop off was always longer than expected. Especially with the type of parents that were there. Always wanting to talk (gossip) or complain.

  You knew not many liked you. Saw you as too outspoken,

But you couldn’t get the thought of that big black car in Dallas’ driveway. She had left before you woke up. She always did.

And usually she sends you a message – yet you realized she hadn’t. There was nothing from her. And that’s when the alarm bells went off. You knew her job, and that it had its’ risks.

  “Shit,” you muttered. Something felt wrong; and you couldn’t turn to the police. So, there was only one choice.

 You rang Gemma from outside the salon. Her appointment wasn’t for another four hours; so, you couldn’t wait for her to come in. You had to chase after her… and god did it make you feel anxious.

Months ago, you swapped numbers. You thought she was just being polite, but little did you know she saw you struggling. A mother alone, barely any help, working as many jobs as she could handle. Gemma felt for you. So, she offered to help whenever you needed it.

And you need it now.

  “Hey Annie, is everything alright?”

“Um, no. I don’t think it is – my friend. I think she’s in trouble. I need your help.”

At the other end of the line, Gemma was tickling Thomas on the tummy as he laid down. His feet kicking in the air. She was enamored by her grandson and nearly missed your words. She thought maybe her appointment needed to be rescheduled.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought you might be having a heart attack. You were a mix of hot and cold, sweating and freezing.

   “It’s okay honey. Just tell me what’s up and we’ll get it all sorted out.”

HAPPY.

It took a while for the fucker to break but he did in the end. Now the two Sons rode in a beat-up van, in the back, the man’s body was wrapped in the tarp. Dead. It was always going to end that way. But some guys just held out hope that it wouldn’t. This one did, until his right hand had no fingers left. And his left ear was gone.

The van rumbled along the highway, a trail of dust kicking up behind them.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and cigarette smoke, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. The silence between them was comfortable, each man lost in his thoughts.

There was a sudden and constant buzz in Happy’s pocket. His mobile rang. He was the type of person to always check his phone as soon as it went off. Always scared it could be his mother – or about her.

But the caller ID was familiar.

Happy picked it up and answered.

    “Really? Yeah no, no it’s fine. Just let us … get cleaned up and we’ll be there.”

“Who was that?” Tig asked, one hand on the wheel, the other holding a cigarette.

      “Gemma…she needs us to help someone.”

  “Do we know this person?” Tig urged on. He was a glutton for gossip just like the mother’s at drop off and pick up.

 “Nah, but she seems pretty important to Gemma.”

      Tig took another drag, “huh, wonder why.”

Happy tucked the phone back in his pocket and stared out the window, the landscape blurring into shades of brown and green. Tig took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around his face like a ghostly veil.

"You think this is gonna be trouble?" Happy asked, breaking the silence.

Tig shrugged, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "When ain't it? But if Gemma's involved, you know it's important. We just gotta handle it."

Happy nodded. He knew the drill. They both did. Loyalty to the club and to each other was paramount. And if Gemma needed them to do something, they weren't about to question it. Especially as she asked them personally.

But before they could help with Gemma, they had to dispose of the body.

--

The address and information Gemma messaged confused Happy. He knew this town, and something didn’t make much sense.

“What's the matter?” Tig glanced over, noticing the tension in Happy's jaw.

    “This is a fucken salon Tig.”

Tig barked out a laugh, “I mean it ain’t our job to question…and I ain’t questioning Gemma. But ugh, you think we gotta go in?”

Happy glanced at Tig, bemused. “Guess we’ll find out. But I’m not sittin’ around gettin’ my nails done, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Tig chuckled, the sound deep and rough. “Ya know what. I might.”

   Both men laughed, but Tig was just that unpredictable that Happy thought one day he might.

They pulled up to the salon, the white exterior blended with the rows of shops. It was a small strip of stores, becoming busier and busier as the day went on. The sunshine glared down on the men, and both slipped their sunglasses on.

Tig threw his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot. “Ready?”

[sintiva]

i needed inspo to finish my sext!armin piece and i think this was motivation, content: chubby reader, black coded, handy!!!!!!

sex therapist!armin who teaches you the right way to give someone a handy. he’s been a friend for a long time so you weren’t opposed to coming to him for sex advice, but it happened sooner than later. all it took was one shitty, old man ex of yours to make you come running to armin for help. but then that help turned a little more than you expected. one of you was falling for someone’s charm, and it felt like you. falling to the safe trance that armin could so easily manipulate into you. telling you that you’ll only get bet better with practice - with him being the only source of said practice.

then it was the first time that your pretty, tatted chubby hands wrapped around his dick, and he was thinking of more ways to keep you all too himself. it’s the way your squared, baby blue acrylics clacked as you figured out how to properly grip him without hurting him. it’s the way how he coached you through it, “don’t be scared of the tip,” he’d whisper, and you pucker those soft, pillowy, plumpy lips, dripping with lust. then press it to his tip, sucking and licking it as you pulled away, “kiss it for me one more time with those pretty lips, babe.” his words tend to stick, the more aroused he grows. they make your thighs squeeze and they make you grip him a bit harder. his words, a previous line of instruction, now emulate urges he’s been holding back.

but when he gets selfish and coaches you to the point where he’s about to cum, his thighs spread and he’s gripping himself with your hand beneath his. he’s squeezing tight, and bucking his hips up into your pleasure-able, but unskilled hands. it’s the way his cum shoots up and drips all in between you all’s fingers. it’s how you look him the eyes, winged liner, with wispy lashes that fluttered as you slurped his sticky treat off your fingers, then his next. then back to his tip, sucking off whatever little bit of cum managed to dribble out of his tip. then you’re rising off your knees; gifting him the softest smooch and thanking him for being so nice and kind to you, “bye , bye min! i’ll see you tomorrow. let me know if there’s anything you’d wanna see me in tomorrow.”

[xyami-mari]

My Colress charms are here!

My first attempt to produce acrylic charms with my own desgin and I absolutely love how they turned out 🌟 Especially with Colress as my first test subject 👀

I decided for three different charm designs: rainbow acrylic, glitter effect and normal.

Maybe, after I moved later this year, I have some time to create more of these babies 🥺

[pepinoturtleinactive]

✨Stupid Turtle Thoughts - With Pepino✨

I’ve recently got my first set of acrylics done due to a bad little (huge) nail biting habit of mine and regular nail polish wasn’t working anymore, and the design is like froggie french tips,

(Pic as reference)

And one thing that I CANNOT get out of my head is just giving the turts scritchies with them. Because since they have tough scales, kind of like regular nails won’t do much? So acrylics, being thicker and stronger, are a bit better. Just imagine, your preferred turtle(s), head in your lap, churring like a damn motor while you scratch their neck, back of their head, under their chin, even their shell, just absolutely infatuated with your new set. They’re just so obsessed with the designs, charms, how good it feels on their scales ESPECIALLY if they start shedding. If you get nails while they’re shedding? They are going to be begging you to help them get rid of the itchy flakes of shedding skin and scutes. Of course, they can just use a rough brush to get them off themselves, but they wanna be with you, so prepare yourself for a very long while of having your turtle being a big baby.

[dr-robert-chase-s-hair]

Chapter I. - 1986

this is my fist writing since my exams; I know it sucks. This oc and her story has been in my mind for a while, so I thought I'd share my torments with you guys. [I have the rest of her life pretty much planned out, due to spoiling the show for myself through memes] In the long run, OC is meant to be the cause of even more torment for House.

Context info: before House had met Wilson, going through grief, whilst also caring for another human being. I don't really know or care, if this fits canon chronology, but '82 is a firm point due to her age. [if I decide to write more, then you'll know, why] Also posting this on A03.

Words: 1458

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1986.

House groaned, as his eyes locked on the clock. The monotonous clicking always got on his nerves. Never-ending, like the torture inside of him, just boiling him alive, while he has to keep a straight face. 16:54. Just a few more minutes… In a normal situation, doctors weren’t committed to, or rather, prescribed to (by their bosses) to a regular schedule, and a stationary finishing time. But in the last seven months, it had been a necessity for him, given the conditions. 

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Before the arms even reach the 60th minute, or the big fat zero on the face of the clock, as if undoing a perfectly assembled Rubik’s cube, he gets up with a low grunt, picking up his coat and bag. actually adjusting his coat onto his pointed shoulders would be a waste of time. His current, primary concern is to just get out of the sterile, barren wasteland of single-braincelled and inept colleagues he is blessed with, and the incompetent patients he is faced with. Every. Single. Day. 

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Ten minutes later, he pulls up in front of the institution. A few tens of  square meters of grass fields, next to the pebbled pathway. ‘These little stones could stab someone’s eye out.. these people are just asking for accidents.’ He murmurs to himself, before walking up to the receptionist, his face betraying his deep exhaustion, the violet circles under his eyes are now a usual sight, as he forces a small smile to crawl onto his lips. He looks at the aging woman on the other side of the acrylic glass, who looks like she would prefer being in Siberia, than at work at five in the afternoon, although, unlike House, she is making an attempt at hiding it, a glossy lipstick-smile plastered on her face, as she looks back at him.

“How can I help?” She asks in a chattering bird voice, which not only annoys House, but most likely also the five year olds she treats just as condescendingly.

“Good afternoon,” he mutters, taking a deep breath to steady that painful smile, “I am here to pick up Diana.”

The receptionist nods, semi-recognising him, “Just one second, Mr House…”

“It’s Doctor–” he cuts himself off, knowing that repeating the daily tango steps always falls on deaf ears. 

He is worn out, even for a twenty-seven year old doctor. Or at least more so, than the average MD-holding person his age is. Which was to be expected, given what happened over the course of just the last six years. In ‘80, he met a fellow med student. Janet Graham. They fell in love soon after, either due to his charms, or, according to his own subjectively statistically more accurate theory, due to his persistence. It was a quick romance, or at least fast. Within a few weeks, he could not remember the last time he had slept without her. Then, after a year and a half, she fell pregnant. As much as both of their logical brains knew that it was anything, but the correct, responsible option, neither of them could commit to it. And so, on the 20th of January, 1982, Diana Joan House was born. He had insisted on giving their baby her first name, but she only compromised to use it as a middle name, and to twist it to also honour his family. His father, since he never really told her about his childhood. And for the first time in his life, he felt truly content. Yes, he had to pick  up a few more shifts. Yes, it was early. But to him, it was worth it. And despite the pressure on him, reading his essays, his homework, his medbooks to the tiny infant whenever she woke up in the late night hours, was one of the best moments of his day. Their American Dream only gave more and more fruits - he had everything he yearned for since childhood, even if it stalled Janet’s education by a year. And then, after three years of bliss with his little family, she was diagnosed with Stage four cerebral cancer. The only blessing from Satan was that Diana did not see her die, after her few months of struggle. This was half a year ago. And now, here he is, a freshly single-dadm, trying to hold everything together, while he waits for his toddler to arrive out of the main daycare area.

His eyes glimmer under the blinding neon lights, as she is led out by one of the daycare workers, her tiny little face lighting up as she sees him.

“Daddy!” she squeaks in the usual deafening tone of any four year old. He couches down, shooting the daycare attendant a small, grateful nod, as he picks her up  his arms. Upon looking her over, his lips curl into a small, knowing smirk,seeing her dishevelled state after a long, tiring day of playing.

“Hey, Sweetie. What happened to your braids? I spent time on those, you know.”

She shrugs her small shoulders, the lavender shirt wrinkling even further with every movement. “The hairband fell out.” 

At home, he keeps a careful eye over hem, as she sits amidst a sea of her toys in the living room, while he is in the kitchen area, making the only food he has known since his late teens, that he knows is better, than just some experiment at replacing Janet’s cooking skills - Macaroni cheese. Her small mumblings are a soothing balm to his soul, after a day of exhaustion and high-levels of alertness, mixed in with his suppressed grief… Except, she is silent. His heart races, as he looks up in a flash. She is sitting on the couch, playing… with one of his medical textbooks lying open in her lap. He puts down the wooden spoon, walking over to the cozy living room, taking a seat by her side on the dark blue couch.

“Whatcha got there, Diana?” his eyes fix on the book. Is it concerning, that this four year old is looking at images on a page informing the reader on the causes, symptoms and description of hemophilia?

“A book,” He sighs at her nonchalant tone. Of course, she is most likely unaware of how unusual what she is doing is. 

“Did you take that from my shelf?” a weak, almost pathetic attempt at parenting, but scolding her would be too harsh, not that he would have the heart to do it.

“No. It was on Mommy’s.”

Her words sting. How can he reply to this? It is clear as day, that she is also dealing with grief and mourning, even if she can barely accept the concept of her mother being gone. But he needs to try, even if he knows that Janet would laugh just as much at his parenting, as Dr Spock would.

“Darling, those books are not for someone your age…” this is soon met with the first signs of a tantrum of sleepiness, even though her eyes do not leave the page for a millisecond.

“But I like it!” And now, she is interested in medicine… this cursed cycle is truly devilish, he thinks. Surely, though, the diagrams cannot be that interesting–

Fuck. 

Her eyes are following the lines. 

Upon this observation, he begins to ponder over whether or not she is actually reading…

“Diana…” he takes a deep breath, blinking to make sure, that this is more, than just a caffeine and sleep-deprivation induced hallucination, or a projection of hisidealised version a child. “...do you know, what the words say…?” he whispers in awe, trying to hit the least accusative tone he can. He reaches out, index finger hitting the thick page. “Do you know, what this says?”

Her head leans closer to the reflective page, wavy locks framing her round, chubby face, and his heart drops into his stomach within seconds, at her delicate voice.

“Hemophilia is a blood-clotting disorder, impairing the body’s ability to stop bleeding. Common symptoms include easy-bruising…”

By now, House’s brain and comprehension has clocked out for the night, completely floored by her advanced abilities. Subnormal. And the knowledge, that his little Diana, the last traces of Janet on this planet, is a little genius, fills him with immense pride. ‘Told you, Jan, that my anatomy essays weren’t boring her…’ he muses with a faint smirk, his arm dropping around her shoulders, as he holds her small frame close. Mind racing with plans of her future education, potential mensa score and university applications, he feels the void inside him beginning to fill, even if only by just a few droplets of hope and newfound self-esteem in his role as a parent, and his genes’ accomplishments…

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Thank you so much, for reading! <33

bonus points to anyone, who can guess the 'subtle' inspiration behind some name choices.

[play-rough]

babyzais fear of being precived... hes so real

STOP I GOT SOSAD AT THE BATH SCENE... he was playing with bubbles... UGHHHH

chuuyas like main goal is to be able to have those moments where otter is able to just.. be happy and be regressed AND OH MY GOD THE GUILT MUST BE KILLING HIM 💔💔💔

poor baby is so nervous...

in other news im currently sick, no idea what with but its been goin around my school and with an immune system like mine i was bound to catch it LOL

i love rereading your fics especially when im sick because the majority of the fics is like babyzai being comforted and then being put to bed and the level of cozy it emits helps kill off my insomnia so i can also get to sleep

the absolute best set up is being in my bed of like 7 or 8 blankets, reading one of your fics, and kidnapping my cat to snuggle with me.

also i went to target for the first time ever with my bf like a year ago and i saw a fish pillow and he had no idea why i wanted it so bad... its like merch to me idk 😭

-🎉

Chuuya just wants Dazai to enjoy being a babyyyyyyy 🥺🩵 i hope you feel better soon 🩵🎉

Speaking of merch. I don’t want to say anything yet but I do have means to make pins and charms, I have enough income from my job that I can front manufacture fees and so I am thinking about little pins and charms (honestly for selfish reasons i love acrylic charms and enamel pins i wanna make my own) BUT i feel like this involves nailing down a canon Fishie design and idk 😭 he’s different every time i draw him and i kinda like the idea that he’s up to viewer’s interpretation 🤔 choices choices 🩵 but im thinking about babyzai merch

I’m so glad you liked the chapter 🩷🩷🩷

[goobercorelmao]

It's been a hard couple days but let's post something positive! Here are some of the cute hauls I got from Daiso! (+ Beanie babies!) Please read until the end btw.

In my first haul I got a bag and acrylic cinnamoroll charm, a Sanrio cup (not shown) and a Sanrio pill case (not shown). On my second haul I got a pompompurin basket, some frog stickers, a frog key chain, a hello kitty milkshake keychain that I can hold stuff in, and a corn dog Daiso exclusive key chain! The beanie babies I got were gifts from my dad ❤️

I know everything is hard right now and a lot of people are thinking of not being here anymore. It really sucks and I don't know what's gonna happen but you matter, please don't forget that.

If you are thinking about ending your life please call a hotline, I'll link some below.

[bluepoodle7]

#Etsy #HandmadeZodickPlush #CustomPlush#Creatures2#Creatures2NorndollPlush #HandmadePlush #Illbleed #Zodick #MindscapeEntertainmentCreatures2NornPlush #Plushies

This is a Etsy Poland handmade Zodick plush and it is pretty good for the first ever plush of the character.

I just wish it had a tiny devil tail like in the game and this plush looks like a vintage UFO catcher plush you would see in Japan if the creator was still alive and his game got that Xbox port.

Similar to this style of plush.

This plush reminded me of a old PC game beanbag plush from the game Creatures 2 called a Norndoll that a few copies had included with it.

It had droopy ears and looked stitch like before that movie was a thing while having sewn eyes with a tail.

I sold it a long time ago and it didn't have a tush tag so I randomly found it on google images and it was a surprise to me.

The Norn plush I used to have was the purple one which is still rare but was a common color and was the same size as the small giggle monster plush with one eye.

The plush was lightly stuffed and couldn't stand up by itself kind of like a understuffed beanie baby similar to the plush I got from K&K games or K&K sales that felt similar to this plush.

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr

This is my guess on what this Zodick plush feels like and if it was $50 I might buy it.

This plush looks good but I would rather wait for it to be on sale or Etsy has a coupon code to bring down the price a little.

Maybe check if I can get a plush as big as the John Doe one that looks more Zodick like with his tail attached and mouth open then it would be worth the price.

The Etsy shop isn't on the internet anymore and this plush is gone with it.

I wish this Etsy seller could have added a tail to this plush and it would have sold well if it was $50.

The Polish Etsy shop isn't on the internet anymore and this Zodick plush is gone with it.

I wish this Etsy seller could have added a tail to this Zodick plush and it would have sold well if it was $50.

Found these cool charms and stickers on etsy.

Eriko Christy charm used to be $14.50 before tax and shipping but might change is price.

Stickers used to be $5.34 before tax and shipping but might change in price.

Illbleed Eriko Christy 3.5 Acrylic Charm - Etsy

4x6 Illbleed Cuties Sticker Sheet - Etsy

Images not mine but links are there.

All this artist used to make were sonic plushies with Sonic exe and Tails Doll like plushies.

I hope this artist returns one day back to Etsy or has their own website so I can buy this Zodick plush one day.

Zodick - Etsy

https://www.etsy.com/shop/manifico/?etsrc=sdt

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CREATURES 2 PROMO PLUSH NORN! | #511102470 (worthpoint.com)

Zodick the Hellhog » Pack 3D models (p3dm.ru)

1990s Sonic UFO Catcher prizes | Sonic and Sega Retro Forums (sonicretro.org)

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I listed some kawaii creepy-cute menhera nurse-themed items in slightly mismatching shades of pink and lavender on mercari. Everything is cute and well-made and comfortable, the choice to sell is because of the slightly mismatching colors. Exception, the acrylic charm is also starting to yellow but that is what happens when you use glitter epoxy, looks cute the first year only.

https://www.mercari.com/u/373870307/

If I could, I would re-buy all of these items in black or another color that's easier to match, but surprise, they are out of stock and also don't come in other colors, menhera kawaii stuff is almost always pink. The battle against misleading computer images of items that are actually neon pink versus baby pink versus salmon pink continues...

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Anime North 2023 - Haul

Total cost: $335 (all prices are in CAD)

Figures:

Total cost: $185 + 150

Love Live! Sunshine!! - Mari Ohara - Super Premium Figure - The First of Aquors (SPM) - $30

I think that she's so cute! I was having a difficult time deciding between a few Mari prize figures, but I definitely like this one a lot. :)

Fate stay/night - Saber - Nendoroid (#250) 10th Anniversary Edition (Good Smile) - $60

I bought her at the Nominoichi! I've never owned a full-size Nendoroid so I'm really happy to own her, especially at this price. :) She hasn't been unboxed in over 10 years... The seller was originally selling her for $70, but I was really happy to see the price drop near the end of the night, and that's what ended up cementing my decision. I love Saber so much and I'm really happy about this one. :D

Hatsune Miku - BiCute Bunnies - ~White Bunny Baby Pink~ (FuRyu) - $50

She's so cute.... and also now the largest figure I own. The stockings are made of real material (which is a cool touch), but the fabric pills a lot in the back. I don't think the stockings were executed well at all. Regardless, I think she's adorable and I absolutely love her. >_<

Hatsune Miku - Noodle Stopper Figure - Sporty Maid Ver. (FuRyu) - $45

I absolutely love the noodle stopper figures that have released recently. I love maid outfits, so I'm so overjoyed to have this one. >_< She's so cute.... it makes me want to buy cup noodles on purpose so I can take a picture of her with it. For now, she sits quite nicely on the edge of a shelf. I think I actually prefer this style a lot over figures with stands.

Manga:

Total cost: $20

From top to bottom:

Persona 3 - volumes 8 and 9

Persona 4 - volumes 7 - 10

Steins;Gate 0 - volumes 2 and 3

The Beguiling's stand at Anime North has select volumes of manga for 4/$10 every year, and I always look forward to it! I already own volumes 1-6 of both the Persona 3 and Persona 4 manga from their stand in 2019 (the last time that I attended the convention), so I'm up to 10 on P4 and I'm missing 7 on the P3 one! I don't own volume one of the Steins;Gate 0 manga, so I'll end up pirating it online. Overall, I'm always really happy to get them so cheap, especially since most of the manga I've accumulated over the years is actually from them at this price.

Artist Goods:

Separate page for full artist links is located here: ♡

Total cost: $120

From left to right:

NIJISANJI - Millie Parfait - acrylic charm (moecinna) - $15

NIJISANJI - Yugo Asuma + Millie Parfait - acrylic charms (NIKOORIN) - $25

I love these charms a lot! I was so excited to see one for Yugo. :O There were a lot of artists selling Nijisanji merch, but OP was the only one with him. >_< I have moecinna's charm on my keys and NIKOORIN's charms attached to the backpack that I take to work! They're all so cute! I put moecinna's charm on the lanyard with my badge, and I got some compliments on it while waiting in line for a panel, too. :)

Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! - Nightcord at 25:00 - print (Nemururin) - $20

Her art was so pretty! I really wanted the Luxiem print, but it was sold out by the time I decided on the purchase. :( Spent my last $20 here! I was debating on whether or not I'd get her Wonderland x Showtime print or her Nightcord at 25:00 print, and Nightcord won out. If I ever see the Luxiem print up for sale again... 👀

Ichigo Magazine Tee - shirt (Ocean In Space) - $50

I absolutely love her art! I saw a post online a week before the event saying that she'd be there and I was so excited, except I couldn't find her in the artist alley. It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize that her booth was in the dealer's room. >_< The shirt itself is really comfy, and the fact that it's mostly polyester is a godsend to me! (I have a lot of texture issues with cotton and don't wear it unless I'm leaving the house.) I normally wear a medium, so I bought that, and it definitely does come really oversized! I think that makes it even more comfortable, honestly. It was an intense debate on which shirt to buy, but I'm really happy with this one and I think it's so cute. ^^

Sanrio - Cinnamoroll - phone grip (uukipi) - $10

(Phone case not included, LMAO.) A ton of artists were selling phone grips this year, which was super cool! I've never used a popsocket-type phone grip, but it's actually pretty nice. :O All of the phone grips from uukipi were super cute, too, which makes me really happy. :)

Miscellaneous:

Total cost: $30

Love Live! μ’s x SNOW MIKU 2016 (Bellplans) - clear file - $3

I wasn't aware that this collab even existed! I really like Love Live! and I really like Vocaloid, this is like a collab made in heaven. The file's still in it's original packaging (which I haven't removed), so it was a bit difficult to get a good picture of it! I'm surprised that I got it so cheap at the Nominoichi, but I'm really glad that I did. :)

From top to bottom/left to right:

Code:Realize - Cardia Beckford - rubber strap - $2

Diabolik Lovers: More,Blood - Ayato Sakamaki - deka keyholder

Love Live! Sunshine!! - Yoshiko Tsushima - acrylic keychain

Love Live! Sunshine!! - Kanan Matsuura - acrylic keychain - all keychains for $5

I can't even explain how much joy I had when I found Code:Realize merch! :O I love the keychains so much, too... The girl running the table was really nice, and a lot of things were discounted right before the end of the Nominoichi, and the keychains on the bottom were 3/$5!

From left to right:

Pokémon Scarlet/Violet - lanyard - given to me by @form-sweet-form! Thank you so much!

Café Delish 2023 - Zelda heart pin, rubber bracelet, maid café ticket - $20 (for admission to the maid café)

This year, I attended the con with someone that I'd met in a DMMd server! She was super nice and it was so fun hanging out with her. :D Her cosplay of Aoba Seragaki was so good, too... She gave me this lanyard when we met up with each other! I had to wait in line for an hour and a half to get tickets for Café Delish for the both of us... it was so worth it though, it was so fun! ^^ I should've shown up even earlier, we couldn't get tickets at the same table by the time I made it... As souvenirs, I have a pin, a rubber bracelet, and a Polaroid with the maid at my table (which I will not be posting on Tumblr, as I'm not exactly eager to post my face here). I definitely wish to buy tickets for Café Delish again, and I hope to see her in the future as well!

Bandori! - 8th live - mini file map

Everything here and below were free goods given at the Nominoichi for whoever wanted them!

From the same Nominoichi seller that sold me the keychains: a whole bunch of goods given for free (originally $2 each) at the end of the night! I took a lot of them, so I ended up handing her some money (separate from the keychains LMAO) as thanks. I didn't realize until I'd gotten home that I accidentally took two of one of the envelopes. >_< If anyone happens to want the spare, I don't mind mailing it as long as you can pay shipping. Interestingly enough, the back of them has the 7-Eleven logo? These envelopes are made of plastic (clear file material) and super cute. :)

From left to right/top to bottom:

Tsukipro - Yaegashi Kensuke - Alive & Growth fan club card collection

Uma Musume Pretty Derby - Mejiro McQueen - tin

Senran Kagura - Yumi - acrylic keychain ver. A

Boku wa Tomodachi ga Sukunai - Kobato Hasegawa - mirror

Ocean in Space - sticker

Pins:

Fire Emblem Awakening - Tharja, Gaius, Henry, Chrom

Fire Emblem Fates - Xander

Dream Daddy - Damien Bloodmarch

DRAMAtical Murder - Clear, Virus, Trip

(Pin artist - unknown. If anyone can find out who drew any of these, please let me know!)

Everything from the top (except the sticker, that one came free with the shirt purchase) is from the keychain seller! All of the pins are from another seller that had a box of pins they were giving away for free. I actually don't know much about the shows and games that they're from... I think that I want to look into Tsukipro especially! I do think that all of the goods are super cute, though. :) I was especially surprised when I peeled off the backing of the Kobato metal and found out that it was a mirror, I didn't expect that at all. :O They had other DRAMAtical Murder pins, too! I gave the Aoba and Koujaku to Raphaela (from form-sweet-form), since those were the only ones that she wanted. :) The other DMMd pins are over here, in her Anime North post! Especially happy about the Clear, Virus, Henry, and Damien pins, since I love those characters especially. :)

From left to right:

Akuyaku Reijou wa Ringoku no Outaishi ni Dekiai Sareru - postcard

5-Toubun no Hanayome ∬ - postcard

(I have no idea what the third one is from. If anyone knows, please let me know!)

Postcards! I think that they're super cute, so I picked these up from the keychain seller as well. I've never heard of any of the medias that they're from, though. The maid one is especially adorable.... I'm such a huge fan...

Overall, I had so much fun attending Anime North, and I'm really happy about the merchandise that I picked up from the convention! I've never had the money to own larger figures (over the many cons I've been to, I have two prize figures, one of which was a gift), so I'm so happy that I can actually collect them now! There are so many Miku figures that I want... Going to a convention as an adult with a job is such a freeing experience. I hope to go again next year, check out more panels, buy a lot, and hopefully go with a friend or two again!