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[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Family Cookout ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) is nervous to meet the Fatu family for the first time, especially after being acquainted with her “boyfriend” Josh for so long, but it ends up going in her favor.

Warning: Hefty flirting!

"Are you guys sure this isn't too much?" I ask, backing up into frame and doing a couple spins and poses in my outfit I planned for today.

It's a beige themed outfit with an oversized t-shirt, jean capris, and some Nikes.

My “boyfriend” Josh invited me to his annual end-of-the-summer cookout.

And as if my nerves weren't high enough, this is the first time I'll be meeting his family.

"Girl, absolutely not!" Jade reassures me.

"Jade is right. You look stunning!" Bianca agrees.

"Hot mama!" Trinity adds.

I smile and flick back my hair. "You girls are the sweetest."

We all share a laugh and, eventually, hang up the call so everyone can finish getting ready.

I head up to my bedroom and throw on some jewelry, spray some perfume, and touch up my hair.

"Just relax, girl. They're gonna love you." I whisper to myself in the mirror.

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I just rolled up to Josh’s brother Jonathan’s house, where the cookout is happening.

Once Trin sees me, she comes running over and we share a hug while laughing and squealing.

"Girl you look amazing!" she exclaims. "I can't wait for you to meet the family!"

I nod, smiling.

Her smile fades and she tilts her head, taking my hands. "Girl I know that look. Why are you nervous?"

I take a deep breath and look down. "I've never met his family before. I just really hope they like me."

She sucks her teeth and strokes my hands with her thumbs. "Babygirl of course they're gonna like you! Just be yourself and, if it's ever awkward, the girls and I will be right there. Okay?"

I look up and nod, smiling. "Thanks Trin."

She smiles and wraps me into another hug then takes my hand. "Let's go before the guys eat all the food."

I giggle and we head into the backyard.

"There she is!" Jon calls and jogs over, wrapping me into a hug. "We're so happy you could make it Gi."

I smile and hug back. "Me too Jon. Thanks for inviting me."

Soon enough, the girls come over and embrace me as well.

Then Josh spots me and jogs over.

"Hey beautiful girl," he coos and pulls me into a warm hug.

"Hi love," I reply, smiling against his chest. "Thank you for inviting me."

He pulls away from the hug and cups my face. "Anytime ma. I thought it was about time you meet my dad and everybody."

I smile, nodding.

We share a sweet kiss before he takes my hand and leads me to his family.

The last person I meet is Solofa aka Rikishi, Josh and Jon's dad.

"It's so nice to meet you," I say, shaking his hand.

"You as well sweetie," he replies. "It's nice to finally meet the girl that my son can't seem to shut up about."

We share a laugh and look at Josh, who sucks his teeth. "Maaaaan!"

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It's been hours of eating and trying amazing food, taking shots, dancing, doing karaoke, and just all around enjoying each other's company.

The girls and I are all sitting around the fire pit with our boyfriends/husbands.

"So Jon and I were thinking," Trin begins, patting his leg. "Since we have the room, why doesn't everyone stay over tonight?"

Jon nods. "It'll be fun. And it's not like we all get to hang out very often."

I smile and look back at Josh from his lap, while running my fingers through his mullet, his arms around my waist. "Sounds fun!"

Everyone ends up agreeing as well and Trin claps her hands, squealing.

After all the family is gone, we all head inside.

The guys head to the kitchen table to play poker and us girls head to Trin's room to watch romance movies and gossip.

It's an all around really fun time with my best friends.

Soon enough, it's pretty late and everyone heads to bed.

"No one get too freaky now!" Jon teases and Trin whacks him upside the head.

"Oh sure, Uce! You should talk!" Josh calls back.

We all share a laugh and head into the guest rooms.

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The next morning, I head out after breakfast.

Josh walks me to my car and I turn to him once we get there.

We stare into each other's eyes for a second before he breaks the silence. "I'm really happy you decided to come yesterday. My family loves you."

I smile, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm happy I came too. They're amazing."

He smiles and strokes my sides and leans down so our foreheads are touching. "I love you so much," he whispers.

I smile and brush our noses together. "I love you too."

He cups my face and breaks the space between us with a placing his soft, plump lips on mine.

After about ten seconds, he finally pulls away and opens the driver's seat door for me.

He takes my hand and I hop in and thank him.

"Drive safe ma," he says and kisses my hand before letting it go. "Text me when you get home."

"I will," I reply, smiling.

He smiles back and we share one more sweet kiss before I close the door drive off.

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** Josh's POV **

I stand on the sidewalk and watch my beautiful girl drive off before heading back inside.

"I didn't know my brother was such a romantic!" Jon teases, once I shut the door behind me.

"You guys are adorable," Trin adds on, and gives me puppy dog eyes.

"What they said!" Jade agrees.

"Sooo...when are you gonna officially make her yours?" Bianca asks, folding her arms.

Kenneth looks up from his phone. "Wait, you guys aren't official yet?"

I sigh and walk over to the couch, taking a seat next to my brother.

"I don't wanna scare her away," I reply, resting my elbows on my knees. "She's so special to me."

Jon throws his arm over my shoulders. "You ain't scaring shit away, Uce. She clearly loves you just as much as you love her."

I smile, the thought of Gianna finally being all mine lingering around my mind.

"Jon is right," Bianca exclaims, sitting next to Kenneth. "Gi is infatuated with you."

"Trust us," Jade adds on. "She loves you so much."

Trin nods in agreement.

"Aight I'll ask her. But I'll need some help." I reply, looking at all of them.

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** Gianna’s POV **

I scoop some warm water onto my face, rinsing off the cleanser that I just applied.

Josh called me earlier this morning, and asked me on an evening picnic date.

And who would I be if I said no to that man?

After brushing my teeth, I head into my bedroom to find something to wear.

I decide on a white dress, beige sandals, and a white bow in my hair.

Once I'm fully dressed, I play with my hair a little, spray Josh's favorite perfume, pick out some jewelry, and head downstairs.

As if on cue, my doorbell rings.

I check myself in the mirror one more time before opening the door and seeing my gorgeous man standing there.

He's holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers, hydrangeas, and is dressed in a black polo shirt, black jeans, his panda dunks, and my favorite silver chain.

"Hi gorgeous," he coos and hands me the flowers. "These are for you."

I smile, taking them and reach up to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you love. They're beautiful."

After I shut and lock the door behind me, he takes my hand, kisses it, and leads me to the car.

He opens the passenger door for me, and I hop in.

He scans my body and smiles, looking back up at me. "You look stunning ma."

I smile shyly and thank him.

We share a kiss and he shuts the door, then eventually hops into the car as well.

As we drive off, he takes my free hand, which is resting on my leg, and intertwines our fingers.

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Soon enough, we pull up to a meadow area in our neighborhood.

He helps me out of the car, and I help him carry some stuff out of the trunk.

Once we find the perfect spot, we set down a comfy blanket and set up all of the food and activities that he brought.

The basket he packed consists of fresh fruit, some desserts / pastries, and our favorite food to get together: Chipotle.

He also brought a Polaroid camera and some painting supplies.

I smile looking at everything spread out on the blanket. "Josh you didn't have to do all this."

He reaches out to take a strand of hair away from my face. "Only the best for you beautiful."

He gently holds my chin in between his index finger and thumb, and places his soft and plump lips on mine.

We kiss for about a minute or so - just enjoying each other.

God how I wish this man was officially all mine.

Soon enough, we start digging into the food and taking pictures.

It's an all around really sweet and wholesome date.

Once majority of the food is gone, the sun starts to set.

Josh stands up and reaches out for my hand.

I tilt my head. "Is everything okay?"

He smiles, nodding. "Fine, my love. Just come with me. I wanna show you something."

"Joshua you better not be trying anything," I reply, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs in response and takes my hand as if he's done waiting.

We walk for about a minute or so and he covers my eyes with his hands.

I hold his wrists. "Joshua Fatu what are you doing?"

He chuckles and kisses my temple. "Just trust me, ma. You're gonna love this."

Soon enough, he uncovers my eyes and I'm met with the most shocking sight ever.

It's huge light up letters that read "BE MY GF" with a heart and even more flowers.

Jaw dropped, I just stand there staring at the words.

I've always wanted to belong to Joshua and only Joshua, and I've been dreaming of this day.

I just can't believe it's finally here.

"Josh I..." I begin, turning back around to face him and he's down on one knee.

I gasp and immediately cover my mouth.

He chuckles and stares into my eyes. "Before you say anything, let me."

I continue to stand there, not moving a bone in my body.

"Gianna, my babygirl, my princess, the love of my life. From the day that I met and first laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the woman for me. You're beyond words kind, generous, caring, gorgeous, and so much more. You truly are my best friend and the best thing to ever happen to me. I know I've never officially asked you to be mine, so as tempting as it was to ask you to marry me today, I settled for asking you to be my girlfriend with a promise ring first. I promise to love, be loyal to, take care of, and worship you for as long as you let me. Will you be mine, ma?"

I stand there for a second, still the same shocked expression on my face.

And soon enough, the shock turns into emotional and I run right into his arms.

He immediately wraps his arms around me and digs his face into my neck.

"I love you so much," he whispers.

I sniffle, tears running down my face and onto his shirt. "I love you too."

We hug for about a minute more, before he pulls away, keeping his hands on my waist.

"So...is that a yes?" he asks.

We share a laugh and I wipe my tears, smiling. "Yes baby. A thousand times yes."

He smiles, a singular tear rolling down his gorgeous tanned skin, as he slides the ring onto my left handed ring finger.

I cup his face and press my lips on his, as he kisses back and stands up.

I pull away and he wraps me in his arms once more.

Once we finally seperate, we decide to take a walk by a nearby pond, hand in hand.

I look down at my ring.

"I'm so happy I finally built up the confidence to ask you," Josh coos, stroking my hand with his thumb.

I smile, looking up at him and kiss his nose. "I'm happy you did too."

We smile and share yet another lengthy kiss.

Soon enough, the sun goes down and we head back to our blanket to pack everything up and head home.

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After a bit of driving, we pull up in front of my house.

Josh leaves the car and I unbuckle my seatbelt before he opens the passenger door for me.

I take only my legs out, letting them dangle, before wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thank you for today, baby. It was perfect."

He smiles, and gently strokes my cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it my love. And I'm happy you're finally mine."

We share a smile and a passionate kiss.

Once we pull away, I brush my nose against his.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I suggest, playing with his chain.

"Sounds perfect," he replies, and kisses my forehead.

I hop out of the car, before giving him one last kiss, and head inside.

I watch through the curtains as he drives away.

Talk about the most perfect day with my man.

My man.

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[foursaints]

okay fine 🙄 I'll be the one to ask..

since we're talking about remus and sirius: how is their sex like? are they weirdos like rosekiller or more on the vanilla side?

sending this on anon bc i feel like a Perv

♡♡ wait but i'm so glad you asked... to be honest the most major thing i see for them is a daddy kink. but in a way that differs wildly from whatever faux-daddy-kink thing rosekiller has going on.

the thing rosekiller has going on is like

(barty voice, extremely loud) YO.. DADDY’S GETTING HIMSELF A CAPRI SUN. YOU WANT ONE?

the most important thing to me is that wolfstar is a kinky couple but they are CORNY about it. they're unabashedly corny (but it's sort of cute, that they are). they're doing role-play with the little outfits, they're calling each other "daddy" & "princess", they probably own shibari ropes, and it's very domestic and stupid and lived-in (it's corny millennial kink-couple vibes, a little 😭). there is way less of the complex psychosexual veneer that i give other pairings

r/s is the heavyweight CHAMPION of daddy dom/babygirl relationships. sirius wears frilly panties & stockings that their daddy picked out, remus manhandles his little princess with his giant hands, and i think they would lean into the dynamics pretty hard in general?

remus brushes sirius's hair and does their pigtails. sirius can pout and swing her legs to get what she wants. i've had my brain chemistry fundamentally changed by fiveht's "disarm you with a smile" & greenvlvetcouch's "birthday boy" series.

(rosekiller is doing daddy stuff but in an insane faux-pederastic psychosexual freudian way where barty is working through his childhood trauma by perving on evan's innocent virginal fragility. come sit on daddy's lap, bunny. let him touch you in that place that makes you feel funny...) (this is why they're my faves)

the size kink is another major element... the fandom debates this every few months, but I'm firmly on the side of beautiful fairy princess sirius w/ her Gigantic Werewolf Husband. it's actually incredible that remus is able to fit inside her.

if you see sirius (5'3) holding remus's hand (6'5), you're briefly amazed at how their pretty head barely comes up to his collarbones.

cockwarming is definitely a huge thing for them. remus keeps her stuffed while he's grading papers, in bed in the morning, idly bounces her on it while they're watching a movie... he likes to see her pretty face when she gets overstimulated & cries

^AND he's doing this because she's always fucking bratty!!!

i just really believe that we should have the freedom to lean into the Wattpad-ification of it all. wolfstar can be really beautiful and complex (the most complex, even!), but r/s doesn't always have to be the most serious & best representation or whatever. i'm a rosekiller blog so i can carry the cross of "dainty elfin sirius in a little pink negligee & bunny-tail butt plug getting absolutely demolished by her wolf boyfriend's werewolf knot while he's in a rut, or whatever"

i think when they do sexy roleplay they make each other do voices, actually. they're dorks about it. they're dorks about everything

[calciumdeficientt]

Hey, Bif headcanons *slides a 503737494 dollar note* keep the change man

Gee thanks! I can’t wait to *checks smudged writing on hand* buy aguaburdy with this!

BIF TAYLOR HEADCANONS

Bif Bif he’s our man he’s our man who… cannot tan. It’s really sad, all the other preps can lounge freely in the sun and get various levels of luxurious tan while Bif… he just burns. If he doesnt apply countless coats of factor 50 suncream every hour or so he will go from milky white, to red, and then to blistered. There is no tan to be seen. Under the right conditions he does develop a smattering of cute little freckles but he never actually tans.

Bif prides himself on his boxing, in fact for a long while he put all his eggs in one basket and focused purely on the noble art. But he also plays a mean game of basketball, given his imposing stature. He doesn’t play often because there’s little to no preps that would even consider touching a basketball, let alone playing with it. He’s been told its improper for him to play more modern sports like basketball, so he doesnt bother with it much. He can only thrash Justin in a shootout so much before he actually feels bad for the guy.

He has to get all his pants tailor made. Not even out of a desire for them to be bespoke, they’ve got perfectly decent pairs of trousers at aquaberry, its more out of necessity. Bif’s height is oddly distributed, he’s got far more leg than torso, so most pants in his waist size when pulled up become capris. He had growth spurt after growth spurt as a kid so he’s no stranger to having things tailored (if you’ll excuse the pun), but now he’s a little older he does feel mildly left out when the other guys go out to buy their schoolwear and he can only purchase the top half of all his outfits.

Bif has a frequent flier card for rhinoplasty, he’s had countless nose jobs but just can’t seem to stop getting pounded in the face and wasting another 10 grand of his father’s money. Between surgeries, Bif does his best to draw attention away from his nose, not that anyone can really see that high anyway. It’s usually crooked, often tilted to the left but dependent on who he was last fighting it can sometimes skew right.

Derby wont be seen with him until he gets his nose fixed AGAIN so Bryce takes over as right hand man and Bif can get some much needed rest. He’s a very tired young man, especially as he spends most of his time following Derby around like a lapdog. And from all the boxing too, he trains seven days a week, often for up to nine hours a day. All that and school is enough to tire anyone out.

He has a shrine of his own achievements in his room at Harrington house, he doesn’t need to keep them, they’re also displayed at glass jaw, where he spends most of his time anyway. But he feels he has to keep them in his room to remind him that he is not, in fact, a failure and has accomplished many great things. Hanging around a guy as effortlessly self assured as Derby Harrington puts a lot of pressure on you, this is doubled by the fact that Bif has been the title holder for so long, he can’t relax, he can’t seem sure of his position, or he’ll lose it.

Collector and documenter of all things rap, well maybe not all things but he has a catalogue of a good few artists. His interest is mostly in the rap scene of the late 80’s to early 90’s with artists like The Notorious BIG, Ice Cube, Eminem and MF Doom as staples of his collection. He wish the preps weren’t quite so snobby about music, Bif genuinely believes that if they just tried to listen to some of the artists that they might genuinely really enjoy it. It’s all just poetry… often, violent poetry. Like war poetry, y’know?

Bif all likes to collect watches, they’re so effortlessly classy to him, and they can really elevate an outfit. It’s not often he gets to wear his watches, he’s fighting and training so often that he sometimes forgets to put one on in the few hours he has spare before he’s back in the ring. But for special events like parties, galas and other such fancy gatherings, he takes a good amount of time (heheh get it) to search for the perfect timepiece to go with his suit. The one he wears most often is a white gold rolex that Derby bought him for. Christmas when he was a Freshman, a ‘welcome to bullworth’ gift, if you will. They’d been tots together but up until then no one had really ever taught him to appreciate watches in the way Derby had.

[chestcongestion]

Crimson Wave: Ha//zbin Ho/tel

Warnings/ Content Tags: Mess, Menstruation, mentions of stomach pain but absolutely no emeto, Val/ent/ino being kind of a jackass, mild injury (no blood...associated with the injury, that is)

Word Count: 4,400

This was so fun to write, here's a fic of Ve/lve/tte coming down with a very throat and chest-heavy cold and having to go about her day while being completely unaware that she's on day one of her period. A lot of misery, a lot of shenanigans, but it pays off in the end...poor lady, I adore her and I apologize in advance for doing this to her. Hope you guys enjoy!

Beep- Beep- Beep! 

Beep- Beep- Beep! 

Beep- Beep-! 

Velvette dragged herself out of bed and hurriedly shut off the obnoxious alarm on her phone, blearily rubbing her eyes with both fists and yawning as she greeted the day bright and early at around 5:00. 

Swinging her tiny legs out from underneath the covers, Velvette felt a harsh chill when the morning air and crisp air conditioning hit her bare legs and stomach, every last hair on her body standing on end as she fought back a small shiver. 

“Mmm… here we go,” Velvette mumbled to herself- her voice still hoarse from sleep- before tugging off her silk bonnet and freeing her massive cloud of tight tri-color curls. 

Velvette paused after planting both of her bare feet on the floor completely, attempting to recount the events of the night before because it felt like her body was attempting to warn her about something, everything felt… touchy… not quite right. 

Looking down at her feet, Velvette scoffed upon seeing that her stomach was blocking her view, remembering the likely reason behind her waking up bloated. Last night, Valentino had been in one of his moods and invited Velvette out for a drink, leaving Vel to slurp her way through six cocktails while her pornographer “friend” sucked and fucked his sorrows away. 

“Fuckin’ prick,” Velvette complained to herself after giving her body an unimpressed once-over, suddenly noticing the feathery tickle lingering in the back of her throat. 

Velvette let out a small cough, attempting to scratch the itch in her pharynx so she could get on with her day. 

The tickle remained, fluttering around almost teasingly in Velvette’s throat. 

“Heght-hrmmm! Heght-hemm!” Velvette cleared her throat while drowsily reaching for the water bottle on her nightstand, taking a lengthy few swigs to try and drown the irritating sensation. 

Velvette felt a pit opening in her stomach when the sips of water not only did fuck all to suffocate the tickle in her throat, but instead triggered a throbbing tenderness on top of it, a soreness that made Velvette nearly choke on her water as she mourned any idea of having a good day. 

Taking a quick shower and taming her hair into a fluffy ponytail, Velvette tugged on a pair of white capri pants with black hearts on the pockets, groaning at the fact that she had to yank the fabric up over her thighs and feeling self conscious about how the waist of the pants clashed with her stomach. 

“I-ihh’pshhuu! Ih’Psshhew!” Velvette sneezed, wiping her face with a watery sniffle as her ‘nose’ began to run, threatening to make a complete mess of her makeup, “Fuck’s sake- Hrrght-hrmm!- I am not in the mood to deal with a cold.” 

 Velvette pulled on a navy blue long-sleeved T-shirt that she matched with a desaturated pink baby tee over top. The outfit was a bit safe, but the layers guaranteed that no one would notice Velvette’s midriff troubles, and they’d keep any stray drafts of air from exacerbating her cold. 

“Sitting under the AC with my belly out is probably how I got ill in the first place… Ih’pSsshIEW!... Damnit!” Velvette grumbled, letting out a hoarse, scratchy cough into her sleeve. In spite of her best efforts, Velvette’s voice was stuck in a sort of limbo, still sounding rough but not rough enough to make her cough.

Sitting in a draft was not the reason for Velvette’s illness, blame for that would belong to the impromptu makeout session she had with the busty succubus who’d been bartending that night, a makeout session that left Velvette with the succubus’s cough drop in her mouth. The cold air on her exposed chest and stomach still didn’t do her any favors, though. 

After picking her accessories and grabbing her fully-charged phone, Velvette left her large bedroom in the penthouse and wandered into the kitchen to truly start her day, silently wincing at a nagging pain developing in her lower back. 

“Good Morning, Velvette,” Vox greeted, taking a sip of his coffee as he thumbed through the newspaper with his other hand. 

“Hiiii pequeñita, thank you for hanging out with me last niight,” Valentino greeted, very visibly still drunk, swirling a Carajillo in one of his hands. 

“Oh piss off,” Velvette said, cringing at the croakiness of her voice and turning away from her colleagues to press a hand against her tender throat, “Hrrght-HRMM!” 

“Awww, did you lose your voice?” Val said teasingly, dangerously close to falling off of his barstool as he swayed, “I’m ssurprised I didn’t lose mine… last night was wild.” 

“I’m not- heght-hemm- fuck’s sake! I’m not talking to you right now,” Velvette hissed, struggling to open her large metal tumbler cup so she could make herself some tea, “I-Ihh’psShiEW!” 

“Bless you,” Vox said, swiping his finger against the air and smirking as Velvette’s cup was magically filled with steaming hot Yorkshire Gold, plus two good squeezes of lemon juice and a few tablespoons of honey. 

Velvette eagerly took a sip of her drink, melting against the counter as the warm liquid cascaded down her raw throat and briefly dampened the irritating tickle, “Thank you, Darling,” she said, licking her lips. 

“Don’t mention it, anything for you, Doll,” Vox replied, shooting Valentino a brief glare before returning his attention to Velvette, “I take it someone wasn’t on his best behavior last night.” 

“He was fine… same levels of annoying he usually is when he’s drunk- Ih…Ih’ptshh!- ‘scuse me… SnFF!,” Velvette said, “I’m just pissed cause now I have to go to this stupid meeting with a cold- Ihh…I-ihh… Ih’ptssShew!” 

“Bless you,” Vox sighed, handing Velvette a travel package of tissues from his pocket. 

“Thank you,” Velvette replied, her voice growing hoarse again as the incessant tickle started up again, “Heght-hrmm!...Eght-Hrmm!” 

Vox’s gaze lingered on Velvette, sympathy in his eyes as she desperately fought back a cough, “I can go to the overlord meeting today if you aren’t feeling well, Velvette,” he offered. 

“No!” Velvette scoffed, biting her lip as the throbbing pain in her lower back grew more intense, “I’m fine-” she let out a hoarse, violent cough when her voice faded at the end of her sentence, “Damnit! I need Angel in 45 minutes to take pictures for the lingerie line release, keep your filthy mitts off of him until then!” 

“I make no promises, chiquita,” Valentino teased, smirking at Velvette until he was hit in the face by her hairbrush, “Ow!” 

“Fuck you!” Velvette shouted, “You’re gonna make one today, arsehole!” 

Velvette stomped out of the penthouse, still desperately clearing her hoarse throat, and leaving her two colleagues to finish their liquid breakfast in stunned silence. 

“What a bitch,” Valentino scoffed, rubbing the brush-shaped red mark on his face. 

“You’re the bitch, Val,” Vox replied, polishing off his coffee and folding up his newspaper before heading downstairs. 

“You’re not wrong, Ha! I wear it loud and proud,” Valentino said with a tipsy giggle, struggling to get to his feet, only to slip on his own wings and slam back-first against the kitchen floor, “Fuck, I’m still wasted.” 

An hour later, Velvette was leaning against a stool in her studio, struggling to conceal her reaction to the pain in her back that had somehow managed to wrap around to her stomach, when a familiar voice entered through the pink double doors. 

“Hi Vel~ God, it’s nice to  have some work to do where I get to keep my panties on for a change, eh?” Angel said, greeting Velvette with an eager wave, his jovial expression dropping when he saw the poorly-concealed misery on Velvette’s face, “You alright, Toots?” 

“You’re late,” Velvette croaked, taking a swig of her tea. 

Angel opened his mouth to speak- 

“Not a word about my voice. I have a cold. Go get dressed, I have other shit to do today,” Velvette said, her voice a raspy hiss as she gestured towards the rack of lingerie up against the wall, coughing harshly into her fist when Angel was out of her sight, “Fuck me, I dunno if I’m gonna have any voice left for the meeting.”

Angel pulled on a pair of black leather lingerie with hot pink accents, draping himself across the bed that was brought into the studio as a prop. 

“Hrrght-humm…” Velvette cleared her throat, taking a swig of her tea before looking at the scene with intense focus, turning to her assistant, “Turn off two of the lights and add warm color slides to the other ones.” 

“Yes, Miss Velvette,” the assistant muttered, hurrying to go speak with the lighting director. 

Velvette turned to face Angel, “Lean back against the pillow and make an ‘L’ shape with your legs, one knee should be up and the other one should be pointing to the right,” she instructed, watching Angel Dust carefully readjust his position, “Perfect! Gorgeous- someone tighten the back of the corset for him, please, the bigger and fuller his fluff looks in real life, the less editing I have to do.” 

Feeling the tickle building to a crescendo at the top of her throat, as though someone was stroking her larynx with a feather, Velvette turned away to cough, and cough, and cough until she was red in the face and breathless, struggling to stand up straight after panting with her hands on her knees. 

Wordlessly, Velvette’s assistant raced across the room and returned to her boss’s side with a glass of cold water, which Velvette eagerly chugged, handing the empty glass back and standing up straight. 

“Not a fucking word from any of you knobheads, get back to work!” Velvette barked, “I-Ih’PSsCHEW! Ih’pSssHEW!” 

Velvette blew her ‘nose’, gently dabbing at her nostrils with a tissue to wipe up the watery mess that kept threatening to trickle down her face, “This is a fucking disaster,” she muttered to herself, hearing the camera flash a few times and turning to direct Angel, “Alright, now lie on your back, pin one arm behind your head, two across your chest, and one across your pelvis so your fingers are draped over your crotch….yup, just like that, well done.” 

 An hour later, and the photo shoot is finished. Velvette watches Angel sashay out of her studio, and looks at the photos, hand-selecting which ones will be released to print and posted online. 

“Good job everyone, thank you for being halfway competent for once,” Velvette announced, turning to muffle another annoyingly ticklish cough with her sleeve, frowning at her empty tumbler and turning to stare at one of the security cameras in the corner of the room, “Voooxxx- Heght-hrmm!- I know you’re watching, top me off, please?” 

Velvette smirked when her cup felt warm in her hand again, Vox refilling it with a spontaneous swipe of his finger from his seat in his surveillance den, “Thank you, Darling,” she said, blowing a kiss to the camera and checking her phone, sighing and making her way to the overlord meeting in the Weapons District. 

On her way downstairs to her car, Velvette stopped to lean against a wall, gently grabbing her bloated stomach as the dull pain that had been bothering her grew more intense. The throbbing pain in Velvette’s lower back was also still raging on. 

“I swear to fuck if this ends up being the flu, I am going to choke Valentino with his own stupid wings,” Velvette grumbled through clenched teeth, gathering herself, giving her sore stomach a brief pat, and continuing to walk down the stairs. 

One twelve minute car ride, three swigs of tea, and two irritated, itchy-sounding sneezes later, Velvette arrived at the Carmine Weaponry Distribution Center, taking the rear-entrance elevator to the top floor where the meeting room was located. 

Walking through the double doors and taking her seat at the opposite end of the table, Velvette struggled not to shiver under the bitter chill of the air conditioning. 

“What a pleasant surprise, Velvette, a member of your little cohort is on time for once,” Carmilla teased, smiling at Velvette with clasped hands, “I take it that you will be filling in for your colleagues again, today?” 

Velvette, not wanting to waste what was left of her voice, and knowing that talking would only trigger the feathery tickle in her throat, simply took a sip of her tea and responded to Carmilla with a firm nod. 

Carmilla gasped, “Are we keeping out brash childish opinions to ourselves today? My goodness, I couldn’t be more proud of you! Good girl,” she said, mockery flickering in her cold eyes. 

“Up yours you wrinkly old cow,” Velvette hissed, turning away to cough, wincing at the crackle of congestion she could hear in her chest and throat as she coughed. 

“Hmm, I spoke too soon,” Carmilla said with a sigh, “You’re free to catch up at the next meeting if you aren’t feeling well, Velvette.” 

“Piss off, I’m fine,” Velvette replied, her voice noticeably croaky as she took a desperate sip of her tea. 

“Very well then, we can get started,” Carmilla scoffed, tapping the stack of papers she had in front of her against her desk to straighten them out before beginning her usual pre-meeting diatribe. 

The rest of the meeting seemed to coast  by Velvette in a blur as she struggled to keep her sinuses from dripping by holding a tissue up to her nostrils, trying her hardest not to sniffle and make any noise. Her stomach hurt so much, and her back was so sore, and her throat was so itchy, Velvette was completely miserable and struggling to hide it. 

Velvette was so preoccupied by her own misery that she didn’t even glance at her phone, nor did she notice the visible discomfort of the radio demon from two seats away every time she wiped at her nostrils or took a slightly-phlegmy inhale through her clenched teeth. 

Eventually, about fifty minutes into the two-hour meeting, Velvette felt the nagging sensation of the tickle in her throat bubbling up to the surface. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Velvette was determined to drown the sensation with a swig of her tea, only to remember that she had polished it off thirty minutes ago. 

Velvette swallowed, bottling up a wince at the dull pain in the back of her pharynx, as the low rumble of phlegm in her chest threatened to turn into a coughing fit if she exhaled wrong. 

‘Come on… don’t cough, don’t cough, don’t cough,’ 

“So, we would need to discuss territory agreements with some of the lesser overlords, but I think-” 

Velvette coughed, a sharp, ticklish cough with a crackle of congestion in the background, something that Carmilla initially ignored, continuing her speech without missing a beat. 

“-that we could definitely cede a bit of excess territory to lower ranking overlords for a price, that price would have to be negotiated of course but-” 

Velvette coughed again, this one felt wetter and came from deeper in her chest and throat, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she struggled to force the urge to cough back down. 

“- I feel as though such an agreement could foster a better understanding between our two factions, seeing as we are a source of resentment for them, and they are a source of annoyance for us-” 

Velvette devolved into a coughing fit, letting out cough after cough even as she grew breathless, desperately patting her chest with a splayed hand to knock the stubborn congestion loose. 

Velvette’s eyes shimmered with shame-induced tears and her cheeks burned bright from the embarrassment of drawing so much attention to herself while she was so vulnerable, she coughed and coughed, hard enough that she could taste the phlegm that was inching up her windpipe. She was so preoccupied with her intense coughing fit, that Velvette didn’t feel a strange rushing sensation between her legs that seemed to occur after every second cough. 

Eventually, after four minutes of non-stop hacking, Velvette spat a mass of phlegm into one of her last tissues, taking a deep inhale and struggling to clear the excess mucus from her throat, which hurt more than it had all day. 

“Hrght-hrghtt-heght-hrmm!,” Velvette struggled, rubbing her throat with a manicured hand, “I’m sorry…” she said, her voice a hoarse, tattered whisper, “Didn’t mean to interrupt, I promise… I-iih’pshuu! Ih’pshhew!” 

“I think maybe you should head home if things are too much for you, Velvette,” Carmilla said with a smirk, “I’ll have someone on my staff send the minutes from this meeting to Vox… even if he already has footage from my VoxTech security cameras.” 

“Fine!” Velvette said, her voice still struggling as she clambered to her feet, placing a hand on her sore stomach and turning to storm out of the meeting room, only to be stopped by Rosie gently holding her wrist, “What is it?” 

“Oh… I don’t wanna embarrass you, sweetie, but I think you’ve had a little accident,” Rosie whispered, “Your pants…” 

Carmilla doubled over with laughter, falling to the floor with a thud as a few of the other sovereign overlords chuckled at the sight playing out before them- a bit of a juvenile reaction, but not unprompted. 

Velvette turned to see what everyone found so funny, only to notice a massive bright red stain on the seat of her pants, with trails of red running down her white pant legs, and even bits of dried blood around her ankles. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake, I’ve started my period,” Velvette hissed, clenching her fists and feeling her eyes start to water, the shame and embarrassment from bleeding through her white pants after having a coughing fit loud enough to distract everyone during the meeting, it was starting to be too much, and Velvette was sick of it, “Thank you for not laughing at m-me.” 

“Oh don’t mention it, Honey, it happens to the best of us,” Rosie said, “They’ll forget this ever even happened, I promise, run on home… I hope you feel better.” 

“Th-SnFF!- thank you,” Velvette whispered, her voice threatening to devolve into a hiccuping sob as she turned on her heels and ran out of the meeting room, one of her boots’ heels snapping off right as she approached the elevators, causing her to roll her ankle and collapse to the floor with a loud Crack! 

“Oww! Fuck!” Velvette sobbed, her larynx straining as she struggled and failed to blink back her tears, ruining her eyeliner and mascara as they cascaded down her face in dark trails, gathering beneath her chin and rolling down her neck. Slowly returning to her feet, Velvette let out a hoarse cough and limped into the elevator, her sobs audible even behind the thick metal doors. 

Back at the Vees’ penthouse on top of the VoxTech Enterprises skyscraper, Valentino- finally sober after a long nap- was combing out the fur on his neck while Vox looked through the month’s sales statistics on his tablet, when suddenly the double doors of the apartment’s entrance swung open. 

“Oh, you’re back, did the meeting end early?” Vox asked, briefly glancing at the clock on his table to check the time. 

“No- SnFF!- Carmilla sent me home, because I kept-” Velvette paused, her breath catching on a particularly sharp exhale and devolving into a heavy, wet, productive cough, “-that… I kept doing that.” 

Vox set down his tablet and gestured for Velvette to come closer, placing a firm hand on Velvette’s back and feeling the rumble of congestion under his fingertips, “This cold sounds like it’s settling in your chest,” he sighed, giving Velvette’s back a firm pat, “I’ll get you some decongestant and cough syrup, don’t worry.” 

Velvette pushed away from Vox after she felt a gushing sensation between her legs, her stomach churning as she felt disgusting and dirty, desperate to clean up before the dripping managed to reach below her ankles, “Fuck off, I don’t need your help,” she sniffled, her voice still a raspy mess as she tried to hide her tears. 

Vox looked at Velvette’s shaky form and drew his focus on the fashion designer’s heavily bruised and wobbly left ankle, “Oh my god, Velvette, did you hurt yourself? What happened to your leg?” he asked, reaching down to scoop Velvette into his arms, only for her to back away, kicking him with her injured leg to keep him at a distance. 

“No! Don’t fucking touch me!” Velvette snapped, wincing intensely when she tried to put weight on her left leg again, “Oww! Bollocks!” 

Unable to cope with the pain in her leg, throat, stomach, and back all hitting her at once, Velvette collapsed onto the floor, desperately rubbing her injured ankle and breathing shakily through clenched teeth, nothing could make this moment any worse. 

“Shit, what’s gotten into you, Vel? You on your period or something?” Valentino joked, snickering as he shot Velvette a playful glance in between strokes, still combing out his fluffy white mane. 

Velvette ripped off her other boot, throwing it at Valentino with murderous rage, “Yes!” she shouted, her voice cracking and threatening to fade, “Heght-eght-hemm!” 

Vox noticed the mess of blood on Velvette’s pants, and bit his tongue, his heart throbbing as he thought about what to do next. 

“I’m bloated, mby stomach hurts, mby back hurts-” Velvette paused, swallowing her saliva and wincing at the throbbing pain in her throat, “- mby throat is so sore I can barely swallow because of this stupid cold and this stupid cough, and this stupid day!” 

Vox bit down tighter on his tongue as Velvette silently burst into tears, her mascara running hopelessly down her face and staining her possibly fever-flushed cheeks as she struggled to contain herself. 

“I’mb so tired… and I bled through mby trousers- mby white fucking trousers- at the stupid meeting and everyone saw and they all laughed at me,” Velvette whispered, unable to raise her voice any more as she swiped hopelessly at her mascara-stained tears, “I feel disgusting and achy and I’m fucking starving but my throat is too sore to eat anything, and you stupid fuckers think it’s hilarious! I hate you!” 

Vox quietly sat down next to Velvette on the floor, leaning over to give his colleague and dearest friend a tight hug, gently rubbing her upper back, “It’s okay… I’m so sorry, Velvette,” he whispered, swiping horizontally against the air with his index finger and smiling as he stood up- gently pulling Velvette back onto her feet with him. 

“I just want to go to bed,” Velvette whispered, rubbing her throat with one hand and massaging her throbbing stomach with the other. 

“Not yet,” Vox said, “If you head into your bathroom there’s a nice hot bubble bath waiting for you, I’ll have your pants laundered immediately to get the stains out, and I think the steam from the bath will loosen up some of that congestion in your chest.” 

Velvette let loose a crackling wet cough into her sleeve, wiping away her tears, “Th-thank you,” she whispered, “Ih…ih’psshew…’Pshhew!... I’m losing my voice…” 

“I know, I know, I’ll make sure there’s a big pot of hot tea with honey and lemon for you when you get out of the bath, aaand some death by chocolate brownies,” Vox said with sincere, kind eyes.

“Mkay… I’b gonna go wash off now… Ih’psshew!” Velvette said in her croaky whisper of a voice, biting her lip to work through the pain and half-hopping, half-limping her way to her bathroom. 

Once Velvette had left the room, Vox rolled up his newspaper from earlier and smacked Valentino in the back of the head. 

“Ow! What the hell did I do?!” Valentino whined. 

“ ‘Euhh, what are you on your period or something?!’ Really?! Are you fifteen years old?!” Vox snapped, smacking Valentino a second time, “You’re the reason she’s sick to begin with, don’t be a sexist pig! I can’t believe I’m the one saying this to you of all people!” 

“Ow! Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Valentino whined, cowering behind his arms to avoid being hit a third time. 

“You’d better be!” Vox said, dropping his newspaper and rolling his eyes, “The trouble you manage to get into, I swear…” 

An hour and a half later, Velvette was relaxed on the penthouse sofa in front of the TV, curled up in a pair of fleece pajama pants with hearts on them and a navy blue sweatshirt.

“Feeling better?” Vox asked, leaning over the back of the sofa and moving a few strands of Velvette’s freshly-washed hair out of her face. 

“Mmhm,” Velvette mumbled, her voice still practically gone, “Thank you again, this is nice… I-ihh…Ih’pshhew!” 

“Bless you,” Vox said, “You worked so hard today, you deserve some rest.” 

“I couldn’t imagine a better way to relax… doped up on Sloth Ring painkillers, warm blanket, tea, and an HD DVD box set of the seasons of Sherlock that aired after I died,” Velvette whispered, taking a slow sip of her tea before setting it back down on the coffee table, “This is amazing.” 

“Anything for you, Velvette, anything for you,” Vox replied, “I’ve told your employees that they can use this hiatus to catch up on any work they’ve been slacking on- on reduced pay, of course- that way you don’t have to worry about keeping up with your schedule until you get your voice back.” 

“Yaaay,” Velvette cheered, her voice hushed as she shifted her position slightly, readjusting her swollen ankle so that it sat better on the pillow and ottoman that were propping it up, “Vox… when you’re finished supervising the TV station, will you come back up to watch with me?” 

“Of course, I’ll bring back dinner, too, just text me what you want, okay?” Vox asked, gently pressing his screen against Velvette’s left cheek- similar to the way cats push their heads against the legs or torsos of humans they’re fond of. 

“Okay,” Velvette replied, stretching out with a raspy yawn before getting even more comfortable under her blanket, struggling to keep her eyes open, “I think I’m gonna take a nap… see you later tonight, Vox.” 

“See you then, Velvette,” Vox replied, leaving the room and listening to the echoey rumble of Velvette’s congested snoring from behind the closed doors, breathing a sigh of relief, “God, I’ve never been happier to have a penis… that looks like torture.” 

A bit crass… but he’s certainly not wrong. 

[fashiondisastertournament]

ROUND 2

Matchup #2.5: Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale) vs Tidus (Final Fantasy X)

Who deserves a chance to compete for the Fashion Disaster Golden Croc?

In the left corner, rises Cecil Gershwin Palmer. Crowned the Tumblr sexyman, is he also Disastrous enough to win here? He has been often nominated for (all canonically):

his first date outfit being described as "my best tunic and furry pants"

wearing capri pants and a cummerbund to work

wearing yellow sponge clogs, cat ears, and tights to the opera

wearing "a black tuxedo and white bow tie, open-toed polished black shoes, a burgundy velvet cape, earrings made from repurposed car keys, and a top hat with furry tassels hanging from the brim" to his wedding

going to sleep in "a honeycomb hat, a Hawaiian shirt, and leather pants"

Opposite side, there's Tidus! That outfit certainly made some Choices, including:

"absolutely garish colors"

two different pant leg lengths (full image below)

[gothdaddyissues]

The Devil Came to a Small Town

In a bougie small town, a local witch strikes up a business relationship with the newly-arrived Satanic Church, setting in motion a series of events that lead to two misfits falling in love.

Ao3 Link HERE

September 22nd

“Hey, Google…” she mumbled, still groggy from sleep.

Beep. 

“Shuffle my ‘Serotonin Boost’ playlist.”

“Alright, I’ll shuffle your Spotify playlist called ‘Serotonin Boost.'”

The keyboard intro to “Lay All Your Love On Me” by ABBA began playing as Isabelle sat up in bed and pushed the covers off her legs. She swung them over, feet on the floor, and was immediately greeted by a loving headbutt in the shin from her fluffy black and white cat.

“Good morning, Poe,” she yawned, standing and shuffling over to the bathroom. The cat meowed happily as he followed along behind her. Her back was stiff and her knees were achy - issues that seemed to have cropped up the moment she turned 30, and that were now daily nuisances almost a decade later.

She turned on the shower, knowing it would take a few moments for the water to heat up in this aging, Edwardian building. She brushed her long, dark brown hair, and then her teeth, before stripping down and stepping over the high edge of the clawfoot tub into the steaming stream of water.

A quick wash later, her hair wrapped in a towel and fully-charged phone in hand, she made her way to the kitchen to feed the cat and make a cup of tea.

It was the same routine every day. She never thought much about it, just went through the motions. Things didn’t change much in this tiny, boutique village. And there was nothing wrong with that. She gave up the high-stress, big-city lifestyle to move back here, her hometown, a few years back without much regret.

But her well-choreographed daily groove could not mask the fact that she was lonely. This place she had grown up in did not sit idle waiting for her to come back. Most of the friends she had known moved away or moved on with their lives. What little family she had was gone. Her city friends became more and more distant as time passed. She still had her life-long best friend and co-worker Aristotle, and her clients and customers, sure. But as she got older, she found it harder to connect with new people any further than as casual acquaintances.

As her tea steeped, Izzy scrolled through her phone. She had a calendar reminder for a delivery coming to the shop later today. A couple of silly messages from Ari. No major news headlines. No major worries.

With her mug of tea ready, she moved outside onto her apartment’s tiny balcony. It was bright with morning sunshine and the temperature was still warm considering it was the first day of autumn. She sat in sunny bliss, the main street below coming to life as the town’s residents also began their days. She could hear Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” playing on her little Google speaker. She sipped her tea and enjoyed the last few peaceful moments before she had to get ready for her work day.

The cat padded out onto the balcony, licking his lips after a satisfactory breakfast. He plopped himself down in the bright sunshine, content.

“What do you think, Poe?” Izzy asked him. Will something interesting happen today?”

Poe blinked his big green eyes at her before sitting up and licking his butt.

Izzy sighed, bemused. “Guess we’ll see, huh?”

******

By 10:30, she was ready to go. She had done her hair and makeup before a quick ritual at her altar to celebrate the Autumnal Equinox. Given the mild temperature, dark grey plaid capris and a black sleeveless top would be the closest she would get to a fall outfit. Izzy gave her cat a kiss goodbye and headed out.

She loved the quaint little arrangement she had. When she sold her fancy condo in the city to move back home, she had more than enough funds to buy this solid brick multi-use building right on the town’s main street. The main floor was her shop, while the separate upstairs apartment was her living space. It was a two-for-one deal that meant she could step out her door, head down the wrought-iron staircase attached to the back of the building, and be at work.

And her work, her shop, was her pride and joy. Shadow & Light Metaphysical Boutique. A huge selection of witchcraft and spiritual items: tarot cards, crystals, incense and candles, herbs and oils, divination tools, and jewelry. Decorated with large, dark wood and glass antique display cases, and crystal chandeliers. Apothecary cabinets and glass jars housing magical ingredients. A back storage room and office, and a small room off to the side of the shop floor, a private spot for her to perform Tarot and Oracle card readings for her many clients. 

Isabelle’s favorite part of the store was the fireplace in the back corner, with its ornate mantel and embossed tin tiles. The actual fireplace was no longer useable, so instead, she filled it with large pillar candles, and decorated it with tributes to her gothic and witchy inspirations. A large poster of Stevie Nicks anchored the space, accompanied by framed photos of Vincent Price, Bela Lugosi, and Gomez and Morticia Addams, plus a ceramic bust of Edgar Allan Poe. In front of the fireplace sat a Victorian settee and a large upholstered ottoman, making a perfect nook for the library of arcane and rare books she had available for visitors to read and study from. 

It was an eclectic, whimsical, and inviting space - exactly the kind of place she wished had existed back when she was beginning her journey into the occult. She loved helping people find their spiritual path. She was proud of the like-minded community she was building. And it gave her a sense of satisfaction and happiness that she had never experienced during her many years high up in the corporate domain. This was the world she belonged in.

She unlocked the heavy steel door at the back of her shop and let herself in, quickly turning to the alarm system keypad and entering the code to deactivate it. There were still 20 minutes until opening. She began the usual routine: lights on, cash drawer moved from the safe to the register, tidying up the counter, checking to see if anything needed restocking. 

A few minutes later she heard the sound of the back door opening, and Ari’s voice calling out in greeting. “Good morning, Izzy! Happy first day of Fall!” He appeared from the back room carrying two takeout cups of coffee in his hands, one for each of them, a big smile on his handsome face. In typical elder goth fashion, he was dressed entirely in black - a dress shirt, waistcoat, tight jeans, chain belt, and Doc Martins. His grey-streaked black hair was a slicked-back pompadour, his beard and mustache impeccably groomed. Always so effortlessly cool, for as long as she had known him… over 30 years at this point.

“Good morning, Ari,” she smiled, gladly taking the coffee cup from his hand as he offered it to her. “How was your night?”

He joined her behind the counter, casually leaning over it while he sipped his latte. “It was alright. Pretty quiet. Did some work on that painting commission. Chatted with that guy from Tinder again…”

“And? You going to meet up with him?”

Ari shrugged. “Meh, he’s not a great conversationalist. I had to do all the talking, not a single question from him. I think he’s just looking for a hookup but doesn’t want to say that. I hate that shit. ”

“‘That shit’ is why I’ve given up on dating… and men in general.”

“And you know I don’t blame you one bit,” he laughed, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. “You might have the right idea.” He looked up at the clock and saw it was almost 11am, opening time. He turned to the CD player behind the counter. “Now, what are we listening to today? Something… 80s?”

“Sounds good to me.” Izzy took her keys and headed for the front door, unlocking it and the wrought iron storefront gates that protected the shop entrance. The large display windows had been broken one too many times for her liking over the past couple of years. She finally gave in and had the extra security installed after the last act of vandalism had been especially bad. Some residents of this small town still held tightly to their small way of thinking. They saw the word ‘metaphysical’ on the sign and assumed ‘evil witchcraft.’ The fact that Izzy was a practicing witch and Tarot reader didn’t help matters. But she had her loyal and steadily increasing clientele, many of who made the journey from the city for the extensive selection she offered and her particular brand of expertise. A handful of intolerant folks that made things difficult were not going to deter her.

When she came back inside, Depeche Mode was playing and Ari was busy dusting off the bookshelves. Izzy was enjoying the first sips of her macchiato when she saw a large, black SUV pull up in front of the shop. The first customer of the day.

The woman who entered the store was older and attractive but primly dressed in a dark charcoal suit. Her grey-blonde hair was pulled up into a severe bun, giving her a very stern, almost puritan look. Izzy did not recognize her, but her appearance immediately put her on guard. Something about her screamed ‘church lady’ and those were usually the types that weren’t looking for goods and services, but to cause trouble or upset.

Izzy approached her tentatively. “Hello, welcome to Shadow & Light! How can I help you today?”

“Ah yes, hello,” the woman began, looking Izzy up and down impassively. “I’m wondering if you can help me procure some hard-to-find books. I’ve been told that this is the place to ask for such things… unless I want to drive all the way to the city.”

“Well, I can certainly try. I’ve got some good connections.” Izzy made her way back to the cash desk and computer, motioning for the woman to follow her. “What books were you looking for?”

The woman reached into her pocket and produced a piece of paper that had the titles of three books written on it. The cursive script was flawless and elegant:

Magick in Theory and Practice - Aleister Crowley

Commentaries on the Holy Books and Other Papers - Aleister Crowley

The Golden Star: A Mystic Crescendo in Twelve Visions - Jean Michaud

“The earliest editions available,” she said, “Our Cardinal would like to add these books to our library for our students.”

Izzy was taken aback. She knew these books wouldn’t be cheap… and that they weren’t exactly books that a Cardinal would be asking for. So she was right in assuming that this woman was involved with a church somehow. A church that wanted expensive occult books?

“Okay, let me have a look here.” Izzy took to her computer while Ari busied himself with his dusting closer and closer to the cash desk. She knew he was listening in. He must have been as confused and curious as she was.

Izzy had excellent contacts overseas when it came to finding rare books and spiritual items, and had access to their databases at her disposal. A bit of typing and clicking brought up sources for all three books, early editions as requested, for a grand total of over $3500 before her finder’s fee.

"Well," Izzy began, "it seems all these books are available from a seller I deal with from the UK. In very good to excellent condition." She wanted to soften the blow a bit: "But the price is pretty steep."

“Price is no object,” the woman said. “Would you like me to pay upfront?”

“A deposit would be fine for now. Just in case they aren’t to your liking when they arrive. That’s how we usually handle it. ”

The woman again reached into her pocket and pulled out a small leather card holder. She handed over one of those super-exclusive, high-limit, stainless steel Visa cards. Price was no object, indeed.

Izzy placed the order and processed a $1000 payment. “Their shipments usually get here in 5 to 10 business days. Can I get your contact information so I can let you know when the books come in?”

“Of course!” The woman slid a business card onto the counter that was embossed with an elaborate upside-down cross and her name and title:

Sister Imperator

Head of Clergy

Church of Emeritus

imperator@churchofemeritus.com

“Church of Emeritus?” Izzy read aloud. 

“Yes,” Sister Imperator said, “We’ve recently moved from our location in the city to the old Windermere Abbey buildings. Our congregation has been growing too rapidly for us to keep up and we desperately needed more space to accommodate everyone. And now we are able to take on aspirants and liturgical students!” Her demeanor had changed from reserved to outgoing, filled with excitement over the growth of her organization.

It was infectious, and Izzy smiled along with her. “Windermere Abbey? Such a beautiful place! So much history there. I’m so glad to know it’s being occupied again. It’s been vacant too long.”

“It is beautiful,” Imperator agreed, “But wasn’t in the best of shape when we took possession. We’ve had people there renovating and restoring it for the better part of this year. We only just moved our clergy in a few weeks ago.”

Izzy noticed the Sister was conspicuously avoiding exactly what sort of worship occurred at this ‘church.’ She chose to avoid it as well for the time being.

“Well, welcome to town! If you need anything else, please do let me know, I’d be happy to help however I can.”

“Thank you, you are very kind. I know the Cardinal has a long list of titles he’s interested in obtaining. I’m sure we’ll be back for more soon.” Sister Imperator took one of Izzy’s business cards from the small stack in front of the register, reading it over. “I’m so happy to make your acquaintance, Miss Bennett.”

“Yours as well, Sister. I will email you when the books have arrived. And I look forward to working with you.”

Izzy’s businesswoman instinct made her come around the counter to shake the Sister’s hand. She didn’t normally bother with such formalities for the average client, but someone willing to drop almost $4000 on her first visit - with the potential for much more - was definitely someone she wanted to build a good relationship with. 

But when the two women’s hands met, Izzy was hit with the strangest feeling. A buzzing, tingling sensation ran from her hand and up her arm, prickling into her neck, up the back of her head, and finally settling behind her eyes. She could see colors radiating from Imperator: red, purple, and a hint of beige. And beyond that, a feeling of familiarity, like somehow she already knew this woman… 

And as quickly as the sensation had come, whoosh, it was gone.

Sister Imperator pulled her hand away first, a quizzical look on her face. Almost as if she had felt something as well. “I knew coming here was the right decision,” she murmured cryptically. “The rest of the clergy thought I was crazy to pack us up and move us away from the city. But I’m sure that it was truly meant to be. I see good things happening for us with your help.”

So she had felt it. Izzy was certain of that now. And she didn't seem too bothered by it. What it meant, she didn’t know.

“Many thanks to you, my dear,” Imperator said as she walked to the exit, “Have a wonderful day!”

The door chimed as it shut behind her. Izzy was shaken, staring off after Imperator as she got into her vehicle and drove away. She was no stranger to picking up on auras and reading people intuitively. But this was something more, at an intensity she hadn’t experienced before. There was some kind of connection there. She turned to Ari, unsure if she should say something about it to him, or even how she should begin to unpack this.

He was behind the counter, typing into the computer with one hand while holding Imperator’s business card in the other. “Church of Emeritus dot com, huh? Upside-down crosses? Aleister Crowley books? Hmmm…. Can we guess what kind of church this is?” he wondered aloud, his eyebrow raised in jovial suspicion.

She joined him to see the church’s website already pulled up on the screen. The upside-down cross and a drawing of Baphomet featured prominently on the black background, with a small paragraph of text between the images. “Welcome to the Church of Emeritus,” it read. “Founded in 1969, we are a spiritual organization dedicated to self-advocacy and liberation from harmful and proselytizing traditional religious beliefs. In honor of the Dark One, we encourage: freedom of expression in all forms, compassion and empathy for all, and rejection of repressive authority. Please join us for our weekly public Ritual - Sundays at 7:00pm - all are welcome!”

He scrolled down, but the only other information on the page was the address of Windermere Abbey and a map leading to its location.

“That’s it?” Ari said, disappointed. “Their online presence leaves a lot to be desired.” He couldn’t help but laugh. “So… we have Satan worshippers in town now. That wasn’t on my BINGO card for this year. And I guess we’re gonna be friends with them?”

“I’d rather be their friends than their enemies. We don’t need any more of those around here,” Izzy replied.

“True. Maybe they’ll take the heat off of us for a while.”

Izzy took Imperator’s business card and stapled it and the deposit receipt to the printout of the book order. She carried it back into her office, placing it in the desk file for incoming shipments. For a moment, she sat at her desk, trying to shake off the unease the whole encounter had given her. She still felt a slight buzzing in her head, Imperator’s words circling around and around… “I’m sure that it was truly meant to be. I see good things happening for us with your help.”

******

The rest of Isabelle’s workday passed without incident. Five o’clock came and she and Ari went through their closing routine. They parted ways outside the back door after setting the alarm and locking up securely.

“See you tomorrow, Izz,” he said. “And get some rest, eh? You look beat.”

She hadn’t mentioned how her experience with Sister Imperator had left her, not wanting to alarm him. She had hoped it would just fade away over the course of the day. It hadn’t. She remained unsettled.

“I guess I’m just not feeling like myself today,” seemed like a safe enough reply. If she was still feeling weird tomorrow, she might say something. But until then, she was hopeful she could sleep it off. “Are you streaming tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ll be live at seven. Maybe see you in the chat.”

“If I don’t fall asleep early, I’ll be there. Have a good one!”

She climbed the stairs to her apartment and was greeted by the cat the moment she opened the door. Izzy scooped him up into her arms, cuddling him close to her, burying her face in his fluff while he purred happily. He nuzzled her face and licked her cheek, almost as if he wanted to ease her discomfort.

“What a day, Poe Boy,” she whispered to him, “Mama needs her comfies and a glass of wine.”

What followed was the reverse of her morning routine. Pyjamas on, makeup off, hair pulled up in a messy bun. She gave the cat his dinner then fixed herself a salad with some leftover chicken, and a glass of white wine. She couldn’t remember when she had last felt so tired. 

Izzy managed to eat, and clean up afterward. She grabbed her iPad and plopped down on her couch, scrolling through her socials a bit until seven o’clock, when she switched over to Ari’s YouTube channel, Art with Aristotle. His stream was just getting underway, so she said her ‘hello’ in chat, and settled in to watch.

He didn’t appear on camera but instead had it angled at the blank canvas he would soon be working on. He began his narration: “Hey guys, welcome back! Tonight I’m going to try something a little different, I’m going to be working on a re-creation of an old portrait painting. You know, like something you’d see in an art gallery? Maybe a bit 18th century-ish? I’ve got a sketch here in my notebook as my inspiration, so let’s get started. And don’t forget, if you like my content, I stream twice a week, and upload asmr paint-mixing videos daily here and on Instagram, so don’t forget to like and subscribe! I also offer private art lessons over Zoom and…”

Izzy couldn’t help it. The comforting and familiar sound of Ari’s voice was lulling her to sleep before the video even really began. Within moments, she had drifted off right there on the couch.

******

The soaring wooden doors of the Abbey were ajar. She slipped inside. It was dark, cold, and uninviting.

The building was long abandoned, with garbage, dirt, and dried leaves gathered along the edges of the main hallway and graffiti tags on the walls. A draught blew from behind her, swirling the leaves around her feet as she made her way through the entrance hall, the sound of her footsteps on the marble tiles echoing around her. There was fluttering from above, birds or bats that had found their way inside from the gaping hole in the roof overhead.

She ventured further in and noticed light coming from a room ahead of her and to the left. Slowly she approached the room and peeked into the open door.

Ari was there, hard at work on a paint canvas that was several feet taller than he was. It was a portrait. On it was painted a man dressed in a black uniform: frills at his collar and cuffs, leather gloves, a waistcoat embroidered with gold symbols, and a long military-style coat with gold epaulettes. Ari stood on a stepstool, putting the finishing touches on the portrait’s face. A handsome face, but not a normal one. It was painted black and white like a skull. The man’s greying hair was swept up and back. The only thing missing were the eyes.

“Hey Izzy,” Ari said without turning to look at her, “Come in, come in. I want you to see this.”

“Who is he?” she asked as she came up behind him.

“Someone important.”

“Important to who?”

“You, of course,” he chuckled. “Now, to paint a pair of eyes.”

Izzy watched as he worked, as he dipped his brush into the paints on his palette and applied them to the canvas. It seemed to only take seconds and he was done. The eye sockets were deep black circles, the eyes themselves mismatched - one eye green, one eye white.

She felt like they were staring directly at her.

Ari stepped off the stool and placed the palette down on it. “All done!” he said. He took her hand and led her over to a dusty Victorian settee across from the canvas. “Let’s watch as it dries.”

They sat together. The room became darker and darker. Only the canvas remained illuminated. Izzy could not tear her eyes away from the painting. The more she stared at it, the more entranced she became. 

She soon became aware that Ari was gone. It was just her and the hypnotic portrait. She could hear a voice whispering: “Come to me. Pleasure me. Filling me. Obsessively. Aggressively. Respectifully. Pleasure me. Pleasure me…” It was him. The man in the painting. He was speaking to her… calling her to him.

She tried to get up from the settee, but she could not move. Her legs felt trapped. There was a heaviness on her chest like she was being restrained. But the man was calling her. She could feel his need for her. Burning. Yearning. Yet she was frozen in place. She wanted to cry out to him, to tell him that she heard him, that she knew…

With a gasp, Izzy woke from her dream. Poe was sprawled out across her legs asleep, preventing her from moving. Her iPad rested on her chest, the screen black, Ari’s video stream long over. Her apartment - and the sky outside - were dark.

“Fuck…” she whispered.

She fumbled around with her iPad, finally activating the screen after feeling along its edge for the Home button. She squinted at the harsh light. The time was 11:49. She had been asleep for over 4 hours.

Izzy sat up, the movement annoying Poe enough that he finally relinquished his spot on her lap and jumped off. She felt utterly discombobulated. The dream she had was so bizarre and so vivid, yet seemed so prescient. Not the first time she had experienced this sort of thing, but one of the strangest...

She activated the Voice Memo app on her iPad and dictated as much detail as she could remember about the dream into it. 

Exhausted, she stumbled into the bedroom and slid into her bed, pulling the covers up to her neck. She fell asleep again almost immediately, deep and dreamless.

[thehandthatfollows]

When mercy was a teenager, she was constantly shamed for her body. She was made to where sports bras and baggy clothing, or endure her family, friends, and teachers making comments ranging from "You need to put on more clothing honey" to "You can't wear that, it's too slutty" (actual quote from mercy's brother when mercy was wearing workout shorts a sports bra and a tank top)

It wasn't just mercy. Everyone in mercys cult was treated this way. The girls with bigger boobs were never given a uniform their size, it was always 2 sizes too big. The girls with beautiful red or blond hair were encouraged to keep it short to not cause men to stumble, to the point some teachers would offer to cut their hair for them right there. Thank goodness mercy's hair was never pretty then. The girls with long legs, including mercy, had to wear capris or pants, we were not allowed to show our knees. mercy's best friend was super skinny and had very defined cooler bones. She was the only one like that and targeted for it. If you ever saw a glimpse of her college bone she was called aside for a talking to and to be given a jacket. We had discussions about leggings all the time about how they where the devil's clothing. Every (female) student with a car seemed to keep "emergency clothing" if they or another student got dress code, usually a maxi skirt you could safety pin and roll up so it would be your size.

Because of this mercy desperately wanted her boobs to disappear. She had never asked for them, they just grew without her permission. The smaller chested girls looked so much more comfortable. The only thing mercy wanted to do with her boobs was get them surgically removed.

But Master changed ALL of that. He and softgirl pulled mercy out of her cult. They made her realize that her body isn't something to compress and hide. There is still so much mercy struggles with, hunching her back for one, which was a habit picked up from others to further hide her body. Mentally sometimes she struggles with thinking the way she did in the cult, thinking an outfit is inappropriate even though mercy's body was fully covered, just because it was tight to her body.

But the biggest change is instead of wanting to remove her boobs mercy wants bigger ones. Instead of hiding her body mercy wants to show it off. She has finally come to believe she is pretty and she is happy with that.

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV quick rundown - 95 - Zookeeper

Check my tags or this link for the other episodes etc that I've done!

Featuring the voice of Felicia Day as Joanna Rey.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a cursed talisman must be in want of a hex reversal. Welcome to Night Vale.

Cecil is visited by head zookeeper Joanna Rey who has brought in several animals for Cecil to see.

Joanna has brought in a chicken, which apparently somewhat resembles a raccoon. Cecil always assumed chickens were mythical because he'd never seen one. They have bright orange and yellow wings, dozens of spiny legs, antennae and are considered exotic animals (at least by Cecil).

She also brings brown tarantulas, which aren't as exciting to Cecil due to being 'common' but she says she has brought them because they are horribly undereducated as a species. The zoo has taught these ones to be sentient and to read and they are named Samantha, Jordy, Nash, Carmelo, Patrice, Garfield and Helen. Despite being able to read they are not able to communicate what they have learned.

Joanna also brings in piglets. Cecil names one Wobbles and another The Professor. There is also a steer (which has wings).

Joanna than transforms into a panther and consumes every animals she brought in except the tarantulas (who go and get jobs in human resources). She states that she is a shapeshifter and always takes the form of a big cat to eat because people are disturbed when she eats her meals in the form of a human.

Joanna has apparently also dated a dragon called Donna who had at least one gold and one green head and dumped her only after trying to ghost her for a good while.

Weather: "Coffee" by Sylvan Esso

Many citizens are complaining about all the five-headed dragons. Marjory Vallejo, manager of the Dollar Cinema says they take up a dozen seats each and obscure the view for others. Teddy Williams has cancelled league night because of the scratches in the lanes. Bob Sturm, vice president of the NV Auto Insurance Company says there has been an uptake in dragon related incidents and they will no longer be covering anyone who owns a car. Cecil suggests that everyone try their best to be friendly which involves pointing at the dragons and shouting "interloper!" and following them home asking invasive questions.

Old Woman Josie apparently has childern. One of which, her daughter Alondra, has returned to NV from ??? to take care of Josie due to Josie's aforementioned broken hip. Josie doesn't speak about her children very much likely because she is bitter they left her to live outside of the desert. She insists that she's fine because she lives with the angels but Alondra is keen to stay and take care of her mother. Cecil and Intern Kareem have a small disagreement about Cecil refusing to acknowledge the existence of angels and Cecil not believing how stubborn Kareem is about angels yet he wouldn't believe Cecil about Huntokar.

Josie also mentions that the StrexCorp Foundation supports not only the new old Opera House but her, several local arts groups, a library destruction fund and the charity 'Cars for Kids'.

According to Cecil, microphones are smarter than dolphins.

Many if not all roads are completely transparent today which is causing a lot of chaos.

Cecil states that his usual work outfit is a cummberbund and capri pants which apparently helps people understand that he is a journalist. However, he's dressed up a bit currently because it's Plastic Pancho Wednesday.

Stay tuned next, Night Vale, for the sound of scrubbing, followed by the sound of gagging, followed by the sound of liquid dribbling into a metal pan. And as always, good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Proverb: Wanna feel old? People born in 2014 have already graduated college, don't know what a trombone is, & are all named after gourds.

[proyogindia]

How to Find Yoga Pants That Fit Your Body Type Perfectly

Finding the perfect pair of yoga pants for women can sometimes be challenging. With so many styles, fabrics, and fits available, it’s easy to get overwhelmed. However, with a few key considerations, you can find the best yoga pants for your body type, ensuring maximum comfort and confidence both in and out of the studio. Whether shopping for your next workout outfit or seeking a versatile yoga dress for women, here’s how you can choose the right yoga pants to match your body shape.

1. Understand Your Body Type

Before diving into styles and fabrics, knowing your body type is essential. Women’s bodies come in all shapes and sizes, and what works for one person might not work for another. The main body types include:

Hourglass: Your bust and hips are about the same width, and you have a narrower waist.

Pear: Your hips are wider than your bust and shoulders.

Apple: You carry more weight around your midsection with slimmer legs.

Rectangle: Your bust, waist, and hips have similar measurements with little natural waist definition.

Inverted Triangle: Your shoulders and bust are broader than your hips.

Knowing your body shape will guide you in choosing yoga pants that enhance your figure and provide the best comfort during workouts.

2. Focus on the Waistband

The waistband is one of the most crucial elements when selecting yoga pants for women. It plays a significant role in how the pants fit and feel. Here are a few considerations based on body type:

High-Waisted Pants: These are perfect for women with an hourglass or pear-shaped figure. A high waistband offers tummy control, smooths out the waist area, and accentuates curves. It’s also great for providing extra coverage during movement-intensive yoga sessions.

Mid-Rise Pants: Ideal for those with a rectangle or inverted triangle body shape, mid-rise yoga pants sit comfortably around the hips, providing a snug fit without being too tight.

Low-Rise Pants: If you prefer a more relaxed fit, low-rise yoga pants might be the way to go. These work well for women with a shorter torso, especially those with a rectangular or apple-shaped figure.

3. Choose the Right Fabric

When it comes to yoga pants, fabric selection is essential for comfort and performance. Most yoga dress for women today uses high-performance materials that offer flexibility and breathability. Here’s how to match fabrics with your body type and activity level:

Compression Fabrics: If you prefer extra support, especially around your thighs and waist, opt for yoga pants made from compression fabrics. These are excellent for women with a pear or hourglass figure, as they provide smoothness and shape.

Moisture-Wicking Fabrics: Ideal for intense workouts, moisture-wicking materials keep you dry and cool. Women of all body types can benefit from these fabrics, but those who are prone to sweating during yoga sessions may find them especially helpful.

Cotton Blends: If you prefer a more relaxed and cozy fit, cotton-blend yoga pants are great for lounging or low-impact yoga. However, they may not offer the same level of flexibility or moisture control as synthetic fabrics, so keep this in mind if you tend to sweat.

4. Length Matters

Yoga pants come in a variety of lengths, and each has a different effect on your appearance and comfort. Here’s a quick guide based on your body type:

Full-Length Pants: These offer maximum coverage and are great for taller women or those with longer legs. They can elongate the legs and are ideal for cooler weather.

Cropped or Capri Pants: If you have a petite frame or shorter legs, cropped or capri yoga pants may work best. They draw attention to the lower legs and give the illusion of longer, leaner legs.

7/8 Length: This in-between length is trendy and works well for most body types. It sits slightly above the ankle, providing a balanced look for both tall and short women.

5. Pay Attention to Seams and Design

When shopping for yoga dresses for women, the seams and overall design can significantly impact the fit. Look for yoga pants with flatlock seams, which reduce irritation and chafing during movement. For women with wider hips or a pear-shaped body, pants with side panels can provide a slimming effect.

Also, consider yoga pants with strategic color blocking or patterns. Darker shades on the lower half can create a slimming effect, while bold patterns or bright colors can accentuate areas you want to highlight, such as your legs or waist.

6. Test for Flexibility and Comfort

Regardless of your body type, comfort is key. Try on a few pairs of yoga pants before making a decision. Squat, stretch, and move around to ensure the pants offer flexibility and stay in place. Well-fitted yoga pants should feel like a second skin, allowing you to move freely without any restrictions.

Conclusion

Finding yoga pants that perfectly fit your body type can make a world of difference in your comfort and confidence, both on and off the mat. By understanding your body shape, and choosing the right waistband, fabric, length, and design, you can ensure that your yoga pants not only look great but also support you during every pose. Whether you're looking for high-performance yoga pants for women or a stylish yoga dress for women, these tips will guide you toward the perfect fit!

[healeroflightanddark]

Bonds of the Soul, Chapter 15: Tickle Fight

Yuto was sitting in the bedroom painting a group portrait of himself, Yuri, Yugo, and Yuya. He had always enjoyed painting, though it had been years since he’d had the chance. In fact, the last time he could remember painting was before the Fusion Dimension invaded the XYZ Dimension. It was high time he got back into his old hobby!

Yuya and Yugo were out riding their D-Wheels together. Actually they were having a riding duel, and Yuto could see the effects from their duel in the distance through the bedroom window. It looked like Yuya was winning, but Yugo was definitely not making it easy for him.

Yuri, however, was in the bedroom with Yuto. The Fusion duelist was lounging on the bed facing the wall, reading one of his new books. Yuto glanced over at him, and immediately took note of his outfit. Yuri was wearing a purple crop top and black low-rise capri leggings. It was an almost feminine look, but Yuri pulled it off very well.

As Yuto’s gaze focused on the soft skin of Yuri’s exposed sides, he remembered the cabbage’s reaction to the massage chairs at the mall. The urge to tickle him hit the eggplant once again, and this time it was just impossible to ignore. Smirking, Yuto set his paintbrush on top of the cup of water he was using to rinse it and quietly crept over to the bed.

Yuri was minding his own business, reading his very interesting book and learning about manchineel trees, when he suddenly felt Yuto’s fingers spider their way up his side. The cabbage squealed and jumped, immediately trying to get away. Yuto grinned and dug his fingers into Yuri’s sensitive sides in earnest.

“KYAHAHAHAHA! YUHUHUHUTOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHA!” Yuri shrieked with laughter, batting at Yuto’s hands. He tried to roll away, but in the process exposed his tummy which Yuto was quick to tickle. Yuri’s tummy didn’t seem to be as ticklish as his sides so Yuto moved onto his ribs, slipping his hands under Yuri’s crop top.

Neither of them noticed as the bedroom door opened and Yusho looked inside, having been alarmed when he heard the shrieks and coming to check on the boys. When he saw Yuto tickling Yuri, he smiled and closed the door again, satisfied that neither of them were hurt.

Yuri’s ribs appeared to be about as sensitive as his sides, and the poor boy had tears of laughter streaming down his face. Yuto tickled his way up Yuri’s ribs to his armpits, chuckling. “Aw, you’re so sensitive!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! YUHUHUHUHUTOHOHOHOHO! WHYHYHYHYHYHY!” Yuri howled, thrashing around frantically. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yuto showed no intention of stopping the tickles, so Yuri did his best to fight back. He reached up and dug his fingers into the eggplant’s armpits. Yuto yelped and tried to grab his wrists, which gave Yuri enough time to pounce on him, pinning him under the cabbage as said cabbage began tickling him back.

“NOHOHOHOHO! YUHUHUHURIHIHIHI! NOHOHOHOHOT FAIHAIHAIHAIHAIR! NOHOHOHOT FAIHAIAIHAIHAIR!” Yuto laughed, squirming under Yuri. The cabbage smirked and leaned down, blowing a raspberry on Yuto’s stomach.

“How is it not fair?~” Yuri purred. “You tickled me first! I’m just getting back at you!~”

“HEHEHEHEHELP!” Yuto squealed, trying to buck Yuri off.

Neither of them noticed the door open again nor the sound of footsteps approaching the bed until suddenly Yuri was tackled by a newly-arrived Yugo. Apparently he and Yuya had finished their duel. Yugo pinned Yuri to the bed and began tickling him.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Yuri shrieked. “YUHUHUHUHUGOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“That’s what you get for tickling poor Yuto!” Yugo smirked.

“HEHEHEHEHE TIHIHIHIHICKLED MEHEHEHEHE FIRHIRHIRHIRHIRST! HEHEHEHE TIHIHIHIHIHICKLED MEHEHEHEHEHE FIRHIRHIRHIRHIRHIRST! MERCYHYHYHYHY! MERCYHYHYHYHYHY!” Yuri squealed.

Yugo paused his tickling at that, allowing Yuri to catch his breath. “Wait… he did?”

“Yuto, is that true?” asked Yuya, who was sitting on the edge of the bed watching the tickle fight in amusement. Yuto blushed. “I couldn’t resist…”

“Oh,” Yugo said. “Sorry, Yuri!”

He immediately switched tickle targets, digging his fingers into Yuto’s sides. Yuto shrieked and tried to get away. “WAIHAIHAIT!”

But before Yugo could tickle Yuto too much, Yuri pounced and began tickling the blunana. Yugo yelped and frantically squirmed away, falling halfway off the bed. “YUHUHUHUHUHURIHIHIHI! NOHOHOHOHO! WHYHYHYHY!”

“Revenge is mine!” Yuri crowed, tickling Yugo’s tummy. Yugo squealed. “IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAHAID SOHOHOHORRYHYHYHY!”

Yuto grinned and joined Yuri in tickling Yugo. Yuya giggled as he watched. They were so cute! But after a while, Yugo appeared to be trying to speak, laughing too hard to get any words out. Yuya tilted his head. “Hey, guys, I think he’s trying to say something. Maybe let up a little?”

Yuri and Yuto reluctantly stopped tickling Yugo, and the blunana caught his breath. Then he said, “Get… Yuya…”

Yuto and Yuri looked at Yuya, as Yuri said, “Ah, yes, our cute little tomato hasn’t been tickled yet!~” Yuya’s eyes widened, and he jumped up from the bed, trying to get away. Yuto pounced on him, pinning the tomato to the ground.

“W-wait! WaitwaitwAIHAIHAIT!” Yuya’s attempts to reason with his boyfriends were interrupted by the three of them suddenly tickling him all over. Yuya shrieked and squirmed, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face. “NOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHAVE MERCYHYHYHYHYHYHY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Aw, such a cute little ticklish tomato!~” Yuri purred, admiring the pretty shade of red that Yuya’s face had turned. He leaned down and blew a raspberry on Yuya’s neck, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the tomato’s mouth. With three people tickling him at once, Yuya didn’t have the strength to attempt to tickle them back. All he could do was endure until they stopped.

It took about fifteen minutes, but eventually Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo stopped tickling Yuya. The tomato-haired boy lay on the floor panting from the intense tickle session. “Th-thahat was f-fun!” he panted.

“It really was,” Yugo agreed. Yuri nodded, and Yuto smirked, “I’m so going to find any excuse I can to tickle you three again!”

[theshop101]

The Ultimate Guide to Gym Leggings for Women: Ensuring Comfort, Boosting Performance, and Keeping the Style

Ladies, it is undeniably true that a perfect pair of workout leggings can make a lot of difference in your performance. They are able to shift your shyness into full confidence and your apprehension about tough workouts into the attainment of your fitness goals. Now, with the different varieties available, one can get quite overwhelmed in the search for a perfect pair. Fear not, my fellow fitness enthusiasts! This guide is put together to help you understand everything you need to know about picking your workout leggings, so you are absolutely comfortable and confident with performance and style—on to focusing on the more important things: your success in working out.

Get to Know Your Needs: 

First off, understand that there is no one-size-fits-all solution in your quest for the best gym leggings. Different workouts will demand different energies and commitment levels. Here are a few of the leading workout activities and characteristics you might feel are headlining your needs:

 In yoga and Pilates outfits, look for high-waisted leggings made of breathable material—nylon or a mix of nylon and spandex. These will stretch with you freely and provide comfort.

HIIT refers to High-Intensity Interval Training, which involves small surges of, high-intensity exercise followed by resting time in between or low-intensity exercises. To give an intense workout, select textiles with moisture-managing and wicking properties, such as polyester blends. These will leave one cool and dry.

Weight-lifting: Go for leggings with some compression features to aid the supporting during exercises like squats, lunges, and many others that engage your legs.

Finding the Perfect Fit:

Now that you know what to look out for, let's talk about fit. Following are some key things to consider:

Waistband: High-waisted leggings offer the best support and coverage to the midsection, while mid-rise styles offer comfort and ease in each pose. Choose dressier styles that flatter your figure and suit your taste.

Where length is concerned, ankle-length leggings will work for much of what you need to do, while capri or cropped styles are more appropriate for hot weather or specialized activity. Full-length leggings offer maximum coverage and warmth.

Body Type: Don't be discouraged by a sizing chart! Look for companies that offer a wide range of sizes and pay attention to customer reviews to see if there are certain leggings styles and brands that tend to fit certain body types.

The Basics of Fabrics: 

The gym pants ought to be made of a material that is comfortable and preferably suitable for performance. Some of the materials used and their advantages and disadvantages are discussed below.

Cotton: Breathable and soft material; however, it soaks up sweat that makes one bulgy during intense training.

Synthetic Polyester: Wicks out the sweat and evaporates tremendously fast, hence the best choice for high-intensity workouts.

Spandex is added to the mix for elasticity and a tight fit, often blended with other fabrics as it has very little practical purpose alone.

Nylon is quite durable and has the great benefit of drying quickly, which makes it unconditionally preferred for most sorts of activities.

Look for tights made from a blend of these materials to get the better of both worlds, such as improving breathability and wicking abilities. 

Key Feature: 

Besides the key features, some leggings boast other features that could enhance your workout:

Compression: Improves muscle support and therefore reduces fatigue and enhances performance.

Pockets: Very convenient to nicely secure your phone, your keys, or any other small item of importance.

Mesh Panels: Well-placed mesh panels may significantly improve airflow to the sweating areas.

Reflective Details: This is basically a safety feature meant to provide visibility during outside workouts in poor conditions.

Source of Style Inspiration: 

We've said goodbye to those monotonous black tights years ago! Express your trendiest self with style and color varieties.

PremiumShop101.com has plaid leggings as the more stylish pick, adding exclusivity to any workout outfit.

Mix and Match: Link your leggings with fashionable sports bras, tanks, or exercise jackets for a coordinated look and a fashionable treat.

Complete your gym outfit by picking up headbands, training socks, or even a fashionable water bottle.

Durability and Care:

Quality gym leggings are definitely a great investment. Following are a few tips to extend the life of these essential gym fashion items:

It is very important that you wash your leggings after each workout to prevent bacterial growth as well as for optimal performance.

Always consult the care label, some fabrics requiring hand washing, gentle cycle.

Avoid using fabric softeners, which would only function to change the elasticity of the fabric.

Conclusion: 

Now, armed with the information discussed here, take the first steps toward finding the perfect gym leggings in comfortable yet high-performance designs that do not lag behind on style and personal taste. Feel free to dig into our great variety of top-quality gym leggings at TheShop101.com, such as our fashionable plaid leggings that don't lack in effort toward sending out that stylish effect aimed at your workout.

[coxblogs]

The 7 Best White Capri Leggings Outfits Of All Time

Do you want to know about the best white Capri leggings outfits? So, here we come with 7 best ideas, Read the blog.

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Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 41: Round 2: Start

Cassandra and Julian got through their fights with ease. All the heroes involved did. With ease, The Maximos, The Stones, the remaining Battlestorms and Lumps all got through their fights without any issues. Arianna ruthlessly battered her opponent and almost got disqualified, but was accepted into the second round against Fiorella. Gisella, on the other hand, was eliminated by Zee, and Rodrick easily dispatched Gam.

The sixteen remaining players sat in the hotel basement where they signed up, with Gam, Siena, Gavin and Gisella allowed in too. Roxanne expected cameras or interviewers or something, but the room was empty aside from them. On the wooden table was some food and light refreshments. Some alcohol, too. Didn't look cheap, either. Gold flakes on the bottle with a font so cursive Roxanne couldn't even read the logo. But that was complemented by cans of cheap booze one could get basically anywhere, including that brand that caused her and Willow to make out.

"So did Zach set this up?" Capri asked, leaning back with her legs on the coffee table.

"He funded it, but it was my idea." Rodrick replied calmly. "Think of it as a small show of goodwill."

"Goodwill?" Siena replied while pointing her fingers to the ceiling for some reason, in a way that very much wasn't scripted.

"For the games, and the Skyspace as a whole." Rodrick nodded as he poured himself a drink. "After all, we all share the goal of protecting it."

Everyone involved decided to take some snacks. Some chose to avoid alcohol entirely, but not Cassandra. Samuel challenged her to see who could hold their drinks best, which Ryland and Caoimhe joined in on. Samuel was out after three drinks, so Adebayo just sat him in the corner against Julian's bear. Caoimhe was out next after several more drinks, and Ryland was just enjoying himself even though he was incredibly drunk. He was just happily babbling to himself as he slumped onto the table. Everyone else was engaged in casual conversation, with the exception of Rodrick. Brooding alone in a corner sipping some kind of juice. So, with her own juice in hand, Roxanne shuffled into his vicinity.

"You not talking?" She asked.

Rodrick brought his cup to his lips and started whispering into the cup.

"I'm just observing." Rodrick replied.

Roxanne observed with him. Cassandra was casually drinking surrounded by empty cans, several of which were crushed. Julian and Fiorella were making snide comments at whatever Luca was talking about. The Kerobons were showing Adebayo and Siena magic tricks involving cards and getting them stuck in the ceiling. It didn't look like there was a part after that. Luca was telling some story to his new friend while Gavin stood next to him with a bored expression on his face. All the while, Willow was talking to Cheng and Adrianna. Willow was nodding along to what Cheng was saying, looking okay as she did so, while Adrianna was drooping pretty hard.

"Sorry if this sounds invasive, but what do you know about Willow's alcohol tolerance?"

"It's…not the best." Roxanne replied slowly, as the memories of that night crept back into her conscious.

"I see." Rodrick nodded while rubbing his chin with his free hand. "Sorry, but do you mind going to them and seeing what's happening?"

Roxanne did as he asked, going over to the three of them. Willow was taking casual sips of what she was drinking, while Adrianna placed an assuring hand on her shoulder with a pained expression in her eyes before going next to Ryland on the couch, lying on it with her hand draped over head like some kind of classical painting. Roxanne decided to just avert her eyes over towards Cheng. He didn't try to look better, and he was still in the same dishevelled outfit from his first fight. But his smile widened when Roxanne stepped into his personal frame. And in contrast to the rest of his appearance, his smile seemed great. Genuine with all his perfectly white teeth perfectly maintained.

"Ah, miss Roxanne!" He announced, putting his cup down to put both of his hands in her free hand to shake it. "I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you sooner!"

"Oh, it's no problem." Roxanne replied as she tried prying her hand away from the forceful shake. For a guy with skinnier arms than her, his grip was shockingly strong. "Not like I tried meeting you either."

"Oh, yeah you didn't." Cheng nodded slowly while removing his grip. "So, anyway. What were you and Rodrick talking about?"

Straight to that, huh?

"Basically nothing." Roxanne said calmly, taking a swig of the last of her alcohol.

"Well, you see." Willow added with a confident hand on her shoulder. "Roxanne happens to be a single lady looking for love. You get me?"

"Very well. Maybe the two of us could look out for each other when it comes to love. I've heard great things about men and women of Fightston!" Cheng said. His smile was widening.

"Well, maybe?" Roxanne asked, trying to find more at the bottom of her cup.

"I'm just asking if we could go…babe hunting together. Because I get the feeling you don't find me especially compatible."

"I can't say I do." Roxanne nodded, exhanging nervous glances with Arianna and Willow.

"Same with you, Willow of Vannana. I don't see us working out long term."

"Yeah, I can think of a few reasons we wouldn't." Willow nodded solemnly.

Roxanne tried focusing on Cheng's smiling face, but her focus was blurring ever so slightly. She shook herself awake, but he was still out of focus.

"Hey, Willow? I think I'll go to bed early." Roxanne sighed, trying her best not to look intoxicated, leaving her cup on the nearest table. Willow nodded as she left the room.

"Hey, need a refill?" She asked Cheng.

"Oh, yes, actually." Cheng nodded with so much enthusiasm Willow was almost convinced his head was gonna snap off. He handed her his cup, and she went over to pour the drinks, where Rodrick was still standing in the shadows.

"So, what kind of booze you got us?" Willow asked as she poured herself a drink.

"The standard." Rodrick replied casually. "Got it all from a few stores here."

"And nothing was tampered with?"

"Not a thing."

"Interesting." Willow said with two cups in hand.

Roxanne woke up with a pounding headache. She felt like she had been asleep for a thousand years, the inside of her mouth felt like no liquid had ever entered it, and the early morning sun was burning her skin. First day of round two, and she had her first hangover to demonstrate to the audience. Great.

She ate a bowl of granola and waited around her until everything felt slightly more bearable. Just as she was beginning to feel like herself, she was called to enter the main arena.

"And welcome, everybody, to the first round of the day!" The announcer yelled out, as enthusiastic as yesterday. "Coming in now, the girl who surprised us all by making it two round two. I'd tell her to break a leg, but she's got that covered! Everybody welcome Roxanne Nolastname!"

Roxanne stepped out, waving to the fans she apparently gained. She just hoped she didn't disappoint them too hard.

"And next up, Cheng Tse! A man with no background and no weapons! But truly, mystery never had such a smile!"

Cheng stepped in, standing perfectly still.

"And…begin!"

Roxanne started running again. Her bad leg was hurting, but she knew she wasn't winning this. All she had to do was figure out just what this Cheng guy was capable of.

Cheng was walking towards her casually, arms outstretched like he wanted a hug. Roxanne landed a solid punch to his face. He recoiled, took a step back to collect himself, and for a brief second, his smile faded.

But just as quick as the smile left, it was back, directed fully towards Roxanne. He stretched his left hand outwards, and against her better judgement, Roxanne kicked it with the metal leg.

Quick as a flash, Cheng took a knife out of the front pocket of his jacket. It was Roxanne's turn to step back, but he turned the knife towards himself, plunging it into his bandaged left arm.

The entire arena fell silent as Cheng covered his arm before the bleeding started. Roxanne looked at him, his smile still there, before her arm started to twitch.

Just as quick, she felt a stabbing pain in her own left arm. She felt the knife go through it, and the sensation of bleeding. She looked at her hand through the disorienting haze that emerged in her eyes, and it was fine.

Cheng plunged the knife into his leg, and Roxanne felt it from inside her broken leg. She fell to her knee as the pain worsened. The sensation of the fake bleeding against her prosthetic. She vomited on the ground as tears filled her eyes.

"I…I give up…." She meekly squeaked out.

"Care to repeat that?" Cheng asked casually, leaning in.

"I said I give up!" Roxanne screamed out in a fever. She felt her body getting hotter, and more vomit building up inside her. When suddenly, the pain caught up with her, and she fell unconsious in the arena.

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Ever stepped into a hot yoga class and wondered what everyone else was wearing? It can be a bit daunting, especially if you're new to hot yoga. But choosing the right outfit for what clothes to wear for hot yoga can make all the difference in your experience. The right clothes can help you stay cool and comfortable during your practice, allowing you to focus on your breath, your poses, and all the amazing benefits hot yoga has to offer. What to Wear for Hot Yoga: Master the Basics The key to dressing for hot yoga is choosing clothes that wick away sweat and allow you to move freely. Here's a breakdown of the absolute essentials: - Fabric is Key: Look for moisture-wicking fabrics designed for exercise. These are usually synthetic blends or natural fibers like bamboo, which help sweat evaporate. Avoid 100% cotton – it traps moisture and makes you feel hot and soggy. - Choose Your Fit: You want clothes that are fitted but not too tight. This prevents them from slipping out of place during inversions and helps your yoga teacher see your form properly. - Consider Your Comfort: Above all, choose what feels good on your body. If something's distracting you, it's harder to focus on your workout. Top Options for Hot Yoga - Sports Bras: A supportive sports bra is essential for most women. Look for styles with minimal straps for maximum airflow. - Tank Tops: Go for loose-fitting or cropped tanks that offer breathability. - T-Shirts: Not as common, but if you prefer a T-shirt, make sure it's a performance version that wicks moisture. Hot Yoga Bottoms: Comfort is King - Leggings for the Win: Leggings are the most popular choice for hot yoga. Choose a high-waisted pair that won't roll down, in either capri or full length. - Shorts: If you get extra warm, consider breathable workout shorts. Fitted styles offer the best freedom of movement. Hot Yoga Essentials That Make a Difference Besides the basics, a few extra items can take your hot yoga experience to the next level: - Yoga Towel: Specially designed to absorb sweat and prevent you from slipping. It's a life-saver, especially on your mat! - Water Bottle: Staying super hydrated is crucial. Bring a big bottle of water to class and sip throughout. - Hair ties: If your hair's a distraction, a small hair tie or headband will help keep things tidy. - Change of Clothes: You'll leave feeling amazing but totally soaked! Bring fresh clothes to change into. Fact: Did you know hot yoga can burn roughly the same amount of calories as a brisk walk? It's a seriously good workout! Quick Dos and Don'ts of Hot Yoga Outfits DosDon'tsChoose moisture-wicking fabricsWear 100% cottonOpt for form-fitting, flexible stylesPick overly baggy or restrictive clothingConsider a sports bra for supportWear heavy makeup or lots of jewelryBring a yoga towel and water bottleForget to shower before class (be kind!) Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) Q: Are leggings too hot for hot yoga? A: Not if you choose the right ones! Look for moisture-wicking leggings designed for hot workouts. Some people prefer capris, but full-length leggings can offer more grip in certain poses. Q: Is it better to do hot yoga in shorts or leggings? A: That's totally up to you! Some people love the freedom shorts provide, while others prefer the coverage of leggings. If you're new, try both and see what feels best. Q: What should I avoid before a hot yoga class? A: Skip heavy meals, excess caffeine, and anything that seriously dehydrates you. Hot yoga is intense, so you want to feel light and energized. Q: How do I keep from smelling in hot yoga? A: Good hygiene is key! Shower beforehand, wear breathable clothes, and consider a light spritz of deodorant. Most importantly, remember everyone's there to sweat it out! Myth Buster: You might hear people say you shouldn't wear socks for hot yoga. Truth is, grippy yoga socks can be helpful for some, especially in balancing poses! Additional Tips for Feeling Your Best - Listen to your body: If you get dizzy or lightheaded, take a break and hydrate. - Start slow: Ease into hot yoga, especially if you're a beginner. - Focus on your breath: Let your breath guide your movements, helping you stay calm under heat. "The yoga pose is not the goal. The goal is to become calm and focused on yourself. " Kino MacGregor Here's the continued article with a focus on takeaways, resources, and addressing a first-timer's concerns: Key Takeaways - Fabrics matter – choose breathable, moisture-wicking materials. - Fit is crucial – opt for form-fitting yet comfortable clothes. - Prepare properly – hydrate before, during, and after your class. - Listen to your body – hot yoga is challenging, so rest when needed. Conclusion Hot yoga is a fantastic way to boost your flexibility, get a great workout, and clear your mind. Now that you know what to wear, there's nothing stopping you! Choose clothes that make you feel good, step onto your mat, and enjoy all the amazing benefits hot yoga has to offer. Have you tried hot yoga? What are your favorite outfits for the studio? Share your experiences in the comments below! What to Expect in Your First Hot Yoga Class Feeling a bit nervous about your first class? That's perfectly normal! Here's a little preview: - The Heat Factor: Expect the room to be hot and humid. It takes some getting used to! - The Flow: Classes usually follow a set sequence of poses, but variations exist. - Modifications: Your instructor should offer modifications for beginners. - The Aftermath: You'll leave sweaty but feeling fantastic! Replenish fluids afterwards. Important: If you have any health concerns, talk to your doctor before trying hot yoga. Feeling more prepared for your first hot yoga adventure? Let's hear it! Disclaimer: The information provided on this website is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice. Always consult with a qualified healthcare professional before making any decisions about your health. Read the full article