#comfortable head turbans

[pedge-page]

Maybe Preggo needs a pedicure? Or help shaving??

how about both!

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Spa Day

Warnings: thigh fucking, some degrading language, a bit of m masturbation, use of razors to shave, Daddy/Mommy used lightly

18+ ONLY

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Joel is sitting on the edge of the tub as you prop your calf over his thigh. His heavily pregnant wife has her hair in a turban, green minty mud mask slopped over your face. You’re leaned back so far trying to spread your legs that your chin is just right above the soapy waterline. 

“I told you, you need to get IN the tub to shave my ass.”

Joel’s got your fancy scented shaving cream and a 5 blade razor in one hand, his trousers soaked from suds and bath water as you continue to squirm around trying to get comfortable. This whole ordeal is taking way longer because he doesn’t want to accidecanlly knick you, but you keep moving without forewarning him!

“I don’t understand,” he huff for the third time. “Why do I need to shave your pussy and ass, if you’re getting a PEDICURE?”

Did feet spa evolve into something that he wasn’t aware of?

“You don’t. But I haven’t shaved in a long time and I need my legs shaved for my pedicure. And while I’m at it, might as well do the whole thing.”

“You mean, while I’M at it.”

“Yes exactly!” you say, all giddy that he’s finally getting it now.

He leans back to get a view of where he might be working between your legs.

“It’s all soap. I can’t see a thing.”

You roll your eyes and throw your leg off him. His shirt wrinkles from the soapy fingers that grip it tightly as you pull him down to you. So much so that he’s lurching for the other end of the tub to hold himself from tumbling in.

“Get. In. The. Tub.” You seethe. Why is it so fucking difficult?

He purses his lips, but your eyes don’t back down.

Joel curses under his breath before sitting and stripping his shirt over his head.

You do little hand claps, licking your lips as if you’re getting a tasty treat. Forgetting that this is entirely a different kind of treatment.

 As he shucks off his pants and boxers, now fully naked with his semi hard cock dangling between his legs, you tap your clit and whisper “Settle down, girl,” in hopes of trying to be a good client to your free-worker husband.

Joel clambers in the tub, hissing at the heat of the water. For someone who wants the AC blowing like a winter wonderland in the house, it amazes him that you’re still good with bathing in lava.

He sits his knees up, crammed in such a terribly awkward position since he’s got to get down low. Thankfully the tub is big enough for the two of you to face each other.

“Spread,” he orders you, and you have to clench your fist by your side, easing your nub to stop jumping so excitedly underwater from his voice. You do your best to drape your ankles over the sides of the tub, your lower back comforted by the tub-pillow that Joel had bought you.

The razor glints in his veiny paw. “Daddy has sharp tools in his hand. Are you gonna behave?”

You nod vigorously. 

He aligns himself as close as possible, pushing the bubbles away so he can see under the water. Even with your bump in the way, it’s already difficult to see straight down to the source of your turmoil. His hands gently caress your inner thighs, getting a feel for his working area the same way he does for any detailed project he’s about to take on. Joel got such steady, careful movements when it comes to his craft, but having him look at you like a piece of valuable wood he’s about to carve a beautiful rose into is making you wet in a different way.

He dips the razor below the water and begins to shave away the hair that had been growing between your thighs, over top and around, before making his way to your slit. 

“Isn’t there a better way to do this?” He asks. He’s hesitant, not because he doesn’t think he can do it, but because he doesn’t trust your sporadic brain possibly jumping on him and cutting yourself. 

“Probably,” you snicker. 

He puffs his cheeks but gets back to work, trimming your front neatly in slow movements. If he just focuses entirely on your folds, the slippery traces of your juices evident even through the sudsy water, he can just keep his eyes from drifting up to your bouncing enormous breasts floating happily above.

“Alright, that’s the best I can get. Your ass is just gonna have to…”

You’re already moving like a hippo in the shallows, sloshing the water around as you roll over to your knees and sit up. Your pregnant belly sags heavily towards the water. But you manage to prop your arms over the edge and wiggling your naked butt to him.

He pinches his eyes together with his finger and thumb. THIS is why he didn’t want to get in the tub. Was it over you hurting yourself? A little. Doing reckless shit like this with a baby who could bump its head into the basin? Possibly. 

Having to now sit up to shave your ass, baring his hard cock close enough to you that he won’t be able to keep you placate if you were to turn around?

Yeah.

“C’mon, baby can’t dangle like this all day,” you hum. You sway your hips again enticingly.

You don’t expect the sharp slap to jolt you forward a bit, a gasp falling from your lips as the sound echoes in the bathroom.

You feel his stomach and chest drape over your back, his hot breath steaming over your shoulder. “Told you,” he grumbles. “To behave.” His large hand caress below your bump, helping to hold some of the weight while his other fists his cock and slides its between your thighs.

You bite your lip and moan lightly, eyes closed as he rocks you back and forth on his dick. He doesn’t penetrate, just glides through your thighs, all soapy while his tip nudges your clit each time it punctures through to the other side.

You’re both so wet over each other, warm and dizzy from the steam of the room as he fucks your slit. 

“Just don’t know when to be a good girl.” 

You shake your head. On the contrary, you know EXACTLY when to be a bad girl. 

“Daddy, put it in,” you whine. You can’t take your hands away from the edge of the tub, less you slip and tumble down due to the weight of your baby. 

You feel the rumble of his chest, laughing at your demands. “Bad Mommies don’t get cock up their slutty cunts—“

His voice goes quiet when you arch your back and wail out in pleasure, your clit twitching and thighs quaking with the unmistakable sign of your orgasm washing through you. 

Joel sits back as you heave through your pants. 

“Wow. That was… you needed that, Huh?”

You slowly roll over to you butt safely on the tub floor again, hazily nodding as you come to your senses. You begin to notice Joel’s fist pumping his cock underwater, fully okay with just jerking off as he watches your naked pregnant body covered in soap and dripping wet like a goddess.

“Your turn,” you hum, and Joel grins, parting his legs slightly as you crawl close to him. 

He’s not ready for the super human strength you have when you hoist on of his ankles up in the air, pulling him down until his head dips under water.

 He struggles up and sputters out the nasty taste he inhaled through his nose. “What??”

Joel wipes the soap and water from his eyes and slicks his hair back to see you with a razor in one hand and a deathgrip around his ankle in the other.

“You should shave too. Its just courtesy since they’ll be touching your crusty feet, plus when they put the moisturizer and hot towel and stones on your legs, it won’t get all stuck up in your hair—“

“WHAT are you on about? I’m not getting the pedicure. YOU are!”

But your eyes get all (fake) shiny with (fake) tears, you’re lower lip trembling with a (fake) pout. “You mean,” you hiccup, your voice soft and sad and FUCK if it were anyone else, you’d have them convened with an Oscar worth performance, “you don’t wanna… do it … with me?” 

He’s not falling for it. “That’s Maria’s thing with you.”

Your voice goes straight in a matter of fact tone, foregoing the sad pregnant hormonal voice. “Actually she and Tommy are taking trip up north so she canceled this weekend.”

Joel curses Tommy in his mind for letting such an important detail slip his mind. “Mhm. So I’m her substitute.”

“NooOoo! You’re my husband and you want to do this with me because you love spending time with me!”

Joel narrows his eyes. His cock twitches helplessly between his legs, and it doesn’t seem like you’re inching to give him a hand.

“Now hold still, Mommy has sharp tools in her hands. Wouldn’t want any accidents.”

Your fingers that are wrapped around his foot slowly glaze along his thigh, down below the water, tickling his skin until you’re oh so close to his inner thigh. tensing, he feels your knuckles graze his length.

 And if you behave like a good Daddy, you’ll get your reward.” There’s a sadistic curl to your sweet little grin. 

Joel settles back and closes his eyes as you begin hacking off the forest on his calves. He tries sending a signal to his cock to get comfy, because there’s no way he’s squirming or making any movements while you’ve got a weapon in your hand. He opens one eye to see you happily shaving his legs, splashing water over top so it washes away his clear skin.

He decides he’ll let his little wife play in her sandbox. 

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“Ow-OW-OWW!” Joel shouts. The technician huffs in frustration as he flicks his feet away from her for the 5th time.

You grip his bicep from the chair next to him. “Joel. Calm down. It’s just—“

“She’s cheese grating my feet!”

He’s squirming like a toddler who doesn’t like the feeling of shit up his ass, were it not for the fact that he’s a grown ass man just getting a pedicure. 

You shake your head. “It’s a pumice stone. To remove your calluses. You got so much dead skin on there, because you never come here when I tell you!”

“It’s a cheese grater, and she’s grating my feet off.”

His feet DID need a lot of work. They were dry, always scratching you in your sleep whenever you cuddle up. His legs did look shiny though, thanks to your hard work hunched over the tub shaving. It was the least you could do for the poor lady trying to tend to his hobbit feet.

When the placed the hot stones on your calves, you sighed happily. Joel’s eyes were wide, and when they touched his shins, he screamed.

You giggled under your hand. Yeah, he’s making an embarrassment of himself, shouting and cursing and squirming everywhere because he’s so sensitive. He probably thinks the rest of the women in here are laughing at him and his fragile manhood, his pregnant wife dragging him here to get a pedicure. But you see the looks on their faces, it’s a mix of awe and jealousy to have such a hunk of a man want to do something fun with his wife, so secure in his masculinity. You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles.

He offers you his gritted teeth, lips pulled back as he tries to smile through the pain, all pressed back against the massage chair like he wants to fall behind it, holding in his next shout when she clips his cuticles. 

He’s getting his cock sucked so good tonight, you can’t wait to spoil him.

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[beansprean]

My Familiar’s Ghost part 37

Masterpost

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Close shot of ghost Guillermo and Nandor sitting on the floor of the attic, Nandor having muscled himself between Guillermo and the 80s crap box. Nandor has one hairy leg stretched out on the floor and the other tucked underneath, his hair now freed from the turban, loose and curly around his shoulders. Guillermo is sitting with his arms around his ghostly tail, pulled to his chest, and drops his head, embarrassed. He says, '...I'm sorry...' Nandor is turned away from him, one hand lifting the flap on the 80s crap box to peer inside. 1b. Close up on Guillermo from Nandor's POV as he curls in on himself to bury his face in his crossed arms over his knees, head turned slightly so his pained eyes and flushed cheeks are visible over his elbow. The wraith cloak drips over his shoulders like a comforting hand. He continues, 'I really thought that was going to work and I wouldn't have to...deal with the consequences.' 1c. Zoom out, close up of Nandor in the foreground as he rummages through the box. Distracted, he replies, 'Yes, it is quite awkward.' Guillermo glares daggers into the back of his head from his curled-up position. 1d. Reverse shot. Nandor turns back toward Guillermo with a hesitant smile, holding up a yellow walkman and gesturing to it with his other hand. He starts, 'You know, there's some pretty cool stuff in here-' Guillermo interrupts, uncurling to gesture angrily with his hands, glaring forward into nothing: 'What am I supposed to do now?!'

2a. Front shot of both side by side. Guillermo tosses his arms straight down, exasperated, and rants, 'I genuinely don't know what my unfinished business could be if it wasn't...that.' Nandor lowers the walkman to his lap and clutches at it with both hands, watching Guillermo with a small frown. 2b. Close up of Nandor's hands opening the lid of the walkman, revealing a handmade tape inside. The top sticker says 'To Nadja' in curling blue script, but Nadja' has been crossed out and replaced with 'gail' in awkward red handwriting. The bottom sticker says, in the same blue cursive, 'love songs for my baby' with a few hearts drawn on. Nandor proposes, '...Perhaps you have unspoken feelings for some other vampire?' 2c. Close up on Guillermo letting out a snort of laughter. He replies, 'No. Who would that even be?' Nandor is in extreme closeup in the foreground, turning his head away from Guillermo in flustered irritation. He shoots back, 'Well, I don't know! Humans are full of flighty emotions like that!' 2d. Shoulders up of them both side by side. Nandor turns his head back to Guillermo, walkman clutched to his chest with both hands, and leans forward accusingly, intersecting slightly with Guillermo's intangible shoulder. He continues, 'Always falling in love with the first person you see in a Panera Bread or in England or at a gymnasium-' Guillermo looks up at him, amused, and raises an eyebrow, pointing out 'That last one was you.' Nandor dismisses this, replying, 'As I said.' /end ID

[feelingf1]

look after you - daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

summary: you’ve had a rough week, but daniel is there to help you through it

note: this was a request, i can’t find the ask, but someone just requested a comfort story, hope you enjoy! it’s short and sweet, just while i get back to writing <3

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The tears soaked your soft silk pillowcase. You were curled up in a ball of pink flowered duvets, like a caterpillar in its cocoon.

You felt empty. You couldn’t understand why. You had a great week last week, traveling to Brazil to see Daniel race. But this week? You didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed.

Your phone constantly buzzed on the dresser in the corner of your room. You knew most of those messages were from Daniel, and guilt built up in you, knowing that you were probably worrying him, but you didn’t have the energy to move.

So you went back to sleep, again.

You were awoken by a soft shaking to your shoulder. You opened your eyes and met those of the beautiful brown eyes of your partner, Daniel.

His hand cupped your cheek, “Hey, my love. Are you okay?”

You tried to smile, but your lip quivered, and before you knew it, you were crying again. You pulled the neck of your hoodie up over your face to try and hide, but Daniel cupped your face and tilted it upwards.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong doll.”

You were definitely crying now. “I’m just exhausted and sad. I don’t really know why. It’s too much for me to even move or get up. I’m sorry for-”

Daniel pressed his finger to your lip. “Don’t apologize baby. It’s been a tough day for you, yeah you had me worried, but I’m here now and I’ll help you. ‘Kay?”

You nodded, a smile growing on your face. No matter how shit you felt, Danny could always make you feel so much better.

“Okay, shower first.” You groaned loudly, knowing how much effort that would take. Daniel scooped you up into his arms and lifted you into the bathroom, setting you down gently on the sink and pulling your clothes off, before taking off his own.

“You’re coming in?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll wash you baby.” You felt so blessed to have somebody like him. “Thanks.” You whispered.

He lifted you into the shower, placing you on your feet. You leaned back into his body as he washed you, softly scrubbing your strawberry scented body wash all over you. He massaged your head whilst he shampooed it. He made you feel like a queen.

He wrapped you in a heated towel when you got out, giggling as he struggled to wrap your hair into the turban. You couldn’t help but giggle too, pieces of hair falling out every side. He dried you so delicately, like you were a glass doll about to shatter. He then wrapped you in your favourite clothes.

Also known as his clothes.

He swooped you up bridal style again, carrying you downstairs to your shared kitchen. He plopped you up on the kitchen island whilst he got himself busy, readying something for you.

You lay on your back on the island, studying the plastered ceiling like it was the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

“So, wanna talk about how you’re feeling?” Daniel asked, rummaging through the cupboards.

“Uh, not really, to be honest.” You sighed.

“Okay, then we won’t mention it.” Daniel replied. He grabbed his phone, turning on Taylor Swift, before busying himself again.

You hummed along to the music, watching Daniel’s attempt to scramble eggs. He presented you with a dish that would have horrified most chefs with the sight of it, but you were so grateful, you couldn’t care less.

“Thanks Danny.” You said, making your way off of the counter, collapsing into the tall stool. He brushed your hair while you ate, making sure to put your oil through the tips too.

After you finished your eggs, you leaned back into him, closing your eyes as he placed his arms around you. You felt so much better than you had this morning, all thanks to him.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” You whispered.

“No baby, I’m lucky to have you.” He replied, placing soft kisses to your head.

“Yeah, but I should be the one minding you, after your first triple header with your hand. I feel guilty-”

Daniel cut you off, not wanting to hear your apologies. “I love taking care of you. I’ll gladly take care of you until we’re grey and old, having to shout at each other because of our terrible hearing.”

You giggled and a tear slid down your cheek, but this time it was a tear of happiness and gratitude.

“Fancy watching a movie?” Daniel asked, grabbing your plate.

“Only if it’s-”

“- La La Land” Daniel said, finishing your sentence. He knew how obsessed you were with that movie.

He picked you up once again and you headed for the living room, to binge watch movies for the evening.

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[15-lizards]

house dayne hair, fashion and aesthetics please c:

Ask and you shall receive 🔮

Since the Daynes live kinda near the marches, I feel like there’s some crossover between Dornish and Stormlander fashions going on. It’s hot enough in the day to wear loose cotton clothing, but cold enough in the evenings to wear snug and heavier coats and over garments. (Also the picture on the left is my new headcannon for Ashara and Allyria)

I think there is a variety of headwear that the Daynes use. In the sun and hot weather they use cotton veils and coverings to keep their scalps and necks and faces safe from the sun. In colder seasons they wear heavier fabrics to keep their ears and neck warm. And for ceremonial/celebratory stuff, they wear small headpieces with gauzy veils. Not much for practicality but it looks pretty 🫶

For the parts of the hair that are uncovered, I like to think the Dayne women braid it with silver silk, especially if they’re wearing purple clothing (gotta rep the team) but I think it’s also a Dornish thing in general to braid it so that it looks like a spine/spear cause unbowed unbent unbroken (also shoutout to @dreamsofdany who was doing hair drawings and came up with that idea!!) and I think unmarried girls especially like silk turbans/head wraps but they still wanna show off their silky hair so maybe it’s a trend to pull out the curls (the westerosi version of girls pulling ‘the strands’ out of their ponytails)

Also I fuck with these outfits in particular for the Dornish as a whole (well mostly northern dornish bc it would be too much to wear in like sunspear) idk maybe as some sort of traditional attire for either weddings or cultural events or maybe pregnant women wear this kind of silhouette in particular bc it’s just more comfortable and practical. Also the men totally wear this as a ceremonial/wedding fit bc I think the hats and fringe and embroidery go hard

And when I say jewelry you say silver. I know most of the Dornish are probably gold jewelry girls, but the Daynes have to stay true to their purple and silver brand. The women probably have ancient family heirlooms that are “made from the same fallen star that Dawn was forged from” that they hand down generation to generation. So the worthiest knight gets to become the Sword of the Morning, the baddest Dayne girlie gets to become the Lady of the Dawn or something

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jafar x GenderNeutral!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Inspired by This post. Jafar gets insulted by someone insignificant while working a street corner with you, wow-ing passers-by with little spectacles of sorcery for money and its up to you to calm him down. Just something I wrote on my phone while watching the movie ^^

Warnings: Its Jafar so there are some sexual references.

Tags: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @yesthetrashbin . I hope you are all doing well, and enjoy this small fic! ^^

"I should send him on a picturesque trip down to the depths of the underworld, for that... " Jafar growls, not even seeing you in front of him you don't think. Not even feeling your hands on his chest- too furious, watching after that man that laughed at his 'magic act' and made a spectacle of you both.

"Mhmm, you should," You allow, voice measured and your own temperament relaxed; You've calmed Jafar down a million times before, and this time will be no different. He's wrapped around your little finger... you love him. "but maybe not just this second, hm?... We have a crowd, dear... "

"Damn them all, they all agree. The filthy peasants. They think my sorcery is but trickery. Y/N, I was Sultan. I was the most powerful sorcerer in the world. How did I get here?; Cooking up spells in public for change like a pathetic, needy street urchin. They should all be destroyed, for this. Their absolute insolence! I should- " Finally, he seems to notice the affections you're laying on him, your hands gliding up and down his chest, your soft eyes watching him and listening to him, paying attention to him, looking at him like he's still a king to you. It's enough to make him stop talking, at least, looking back at you and setting his jaw. He just let's out a repressed groan, lips pulled back into a nasty scowl representing the narcissistic entitlement and hurt pride boiling and stewing inside of him. You can almost feel the heat from it all through his clothes and his skin.

Poor sweetheart... such a scoundrel... he deserves all this, really. But you can't help who you love.

"I know... " Voice gentle and comforting, you move in even closer to him, tilting your head to the side. "I know... look, how about we go home now? We've earned enough to make it tonight, and you need your rest." Delicately, you flick the wilting feather on his old Viziers turban up away from his face. ".. besides, after what that man said about us I doubt anyone else around here will give us the time of day."

His eye twitches then and fury still flickers in his deep claret eyes like fire, but his face and his shoulders relax. At least, he's no longer ready to lunge at anyone if you stepped out of the way. "... well you're right about that... disgusting, dirty peasants dont know true power when they see it with their own eyes... "

"Come on... " Now you take his hand, his long spindly fingers curling around yours without a second thought, and move away from him, leading him away from the street corner the pair of you had been working today. The late day sun is hot on your skin and makes you feel lazy, and all you want to do is go back 'home', or to the ill-furnished hole in a wall the two of you now called 'home', and lay affection on him for the rest of the evening. "Let's go home. I promise, I'll make it worth your while."

Here his eyes flicker back to yours again, a different kind of fire flaring in them. Oh, he so, delightfully easy. "Oh really?" A dirty old smirk stretches across his wickedly handsome features and follows your steps more eagerly, now. You've seen this look a million times before, and it still sends a secret, pleased shock through your depths.

"Mhm... I think you deserve it, after the day you've had."

"I agree... " Jafar quips slowly, slightly obnoxious and slightly egomaniacal- just as you want him. "And, ehem, how will you make this worth my while, dear? In detail~... "

Suddenly all the sensuality from before slips away from you and you flash him a cheeky smirk, and a shrug. "... I'm gonna build a fire and brew you a nice, hot cup of tea."

Immediately he scowls again. "You are cruel, my love."

"Well then we must be made for eachother."

Jafar lets go of your hand and, catching up to you with just a couple longer strides, creeps his arm around your waist instead. "Indeed." Then, as you watch him, he gives a mischievous shrug of those broad and regal shoulders. "Besides~ I have my ways of changing your mind, my dear, don't I?~ You'll forget all about tea when we get inside our hovel~ I promise you."

[ato-catto]

Y’know how piccolos cape and hat are REALLY heavy? How would he react to his seemingly ‘weak’ s/o putting on his hat and cape and jumping around as if they weigh nothing? Female reader or gn!

Pls and ty have a great day!

Ooh! Hehehe!

This one's short but sweet;

"You won't be able to withstand it." He warns, dragging his weighted turban from his head, and holding it to you. "Just don't come crying when you fall on your ass."

You took the cap- admittedly, it was heavy. Heavier than any cap should be..no wonder Piccolos neck was so thick with muscle.

Putting on your head took a moment to get used to, and Piccolo prepared his 'I told you so' speech- but then you stood straight and hopped up and down, like it weighed no more than a feather.

His mouth fell open slightly, and his eyes followed you in disbelief. "Wha.. what- how!?"

You smiled, adding his cape to the mix and fixing the pouldrons to rest comfortably in your shoulders.

"I'm not that weak, Piccolo."

[mall-0-ry]

Can i ask twst boys with nilou mc, please? If you don't mind

This was honestly quite hard to do, since i don’t have much knowledge about her whole personality and etc.. but i tried my best! thank you for requesting ~

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It was a very sunny day in the Scarabia dorm, The ever so Cheerful Kalim Al-Asim has invited his friends over for a party, in which they all accepted

Yuuken and Grim huffed at the scorching heat of the dorm, as they trudged their way to the scarabia’s entrance, with Y/N who didn’t break a sweat.

“ Eh? how come you’re not that sweaty Y/N? “ grim asked curiously as he perched on Yuuken’s shoulder.

“ Oh? i’m used to it, from where i’m from “ Y/N answered grim’s question.

“ Ehh? so scarabia is the same as your place? “ Yuuken asked as he glanced at the red head girl.

“ It has their similarities “ the red haired girl answered cheekily, as she ran off to greet her fellow friends.

Kalim stood with the group of people as he waved crazily towards Y/N “ Ne! Y/N! i have a favor for you!! “ Kalim said as he rushed towards the girl and hugged her, the others stood in jealousy.

“ What may that be, Kalim? “ Y/N asked the white haired boy with a turban.

“ you told me that, your home is the same as the Scalding Lands, i thought that.. maybe you could dance for us, before we feast? “ Kalim gently asks as he pulls himself off from the girl, feeling the death glares that’s directed towards him.

“ You’re.. going to let me dance..? “ Y/N asked in disbelief as she stared at Kalim.

“ If.. you don’t want to, it’s alright N/N! “ Kalim said to make Y/N feel comfortable, Y/N beamed happily as she agrees to Kalim’s favor.

“ I.. have my own clothes for the dance.. i’ll go and change, you can let everyone sit for the show “ Y/N said as she skipped happily to change.

“ You’re seriously going to make her dance? “ Jamil asked as he was unsure of the girl’s answer, but nonetheless he couldn’t wait to see her dance.

“ Of course i am!, now everyone let’s sit down and wait for our Dear Lady~! “ Kalim once again beamed.

“ Hmm.. i cannot wait to see my rose dance.. i bet she would look graceful. “ Riddle said as a faint blush covered his cheeks.

“ I cannot wait to see my sweet potato dance. oh i know that she would have a lovely choreography laid out for us~ “ Vil said as he readies his phone to record, as cater does the same.

“ Bet’cha that Angelfish is gon’ surprise us today~ “ Floyd said as he eagerly waited for the dance to start as jade and azul nodded in agreement.

Y/N’S POV:

I heaved in a large sigh, as i felt very anxious, I curl up a strand of hair to comfort myself, once i’m done doing so, I took in a large and deep breathe before emerging out of the darkness, with a smile on my face.

I close my eyes as i let my body flow like water, in a river. advancing on to the stage with a confident smile, I started dancing.

•

Murmurs could be heard, as all of their eyes focuses on the young lady, dancing with all her heart. she’s moves as smooth and dainty, the way her energy is infectious, they couldn’t help but swoon.

Putting all of her heart and soul on the dance, she looked as if an angel was dancing in her place instead.

she looked as if, she’s animated, the way she twirls around and such. she looks like a water fae.

As all of the boys were completely in awe at the display, Their jaws wide open, as their eyes widens at the beautiful performance. oh how they all collectively agree that you look dashingly gorgeous.

Y/N finishes her choreography with ease, as she heaves gently.

Ears tinted read as her anxiety overwhelmed her after she performed, did she do bad? did she make a mistake on one of her steps? oh…

While being buried in her overthinking thoughts. sudden applauding can be heard all throughout the area, all of her dear friends smiling at her in pride, and awe.

“ Yeah!! that’s my Y/N never ceases to amaze us! “ Ace excitedly shouted to hype up the crowd while making every applaud at her ethereal performance.

“ I never knew she can dance.. she did so well..! “ Deuce said as he stood up from his seat, clapping along with Ace and his Dorm mates.

“ Woah! Cutie-chan is such an amazing performer, right Housewarden? “ cater said as he smiled warmly at Riddle, who is still in awe.

“ Huh? oh.. yeah.. she is, she surprised me.. she looks so dashing “ Riddle said as his cheeks reddens, before covering them up with his sleeves.

Trey could only laugh at the four of them as his smile never left his face from the moment you started your performance.

Leona yawns as he tries his best to hide his prideful smile. that herbivore outdid herself, she looked so damn, beautiful in that clothes. Leona smirks as he ruffles Ruggie’s hair.

ruggie could only snicker as he has and idea to tease the lazy prince.

jack could only still stare at your figure in amazement, before being snapped back into reality by Ruggie calling his name.

Azul and Jade’s smile never faded, the both of them knew that you did really well, their cheeks slightly tinted with a pink hue as they continue to stare at your figure “discreetly”

Floyd ran up to you, tackling you down on the stage as he squeezed you tightly, your performance is one of the things that can catch his eye. he specifically did his best to watch everything without his bipolarity hitting him, and it worked, you looked like a mermaid, a very beautiful one at that. all he wants to do is make you dance more, since he finds it very nice to watch.

“ Ne, ne, you should dance at monstro lounge sometimes~ or else i’ll squeeze you~ he he”

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Kalim could only cling onto jamil as he squeals everytime you twirl, because he thought that you look so pretty when you twirl like a pretty wittle ballerina. jamil had to go and shrug him off, but later on he just accepted his faith and simply just watched your whole performance.

Vil’s expression was one of admiration, he found you beautiful, and that only happens once in a blue moon (he just doesn’t want to look like a simp.) he already made up plans to make you go to a gorgeous fancy dinner, to have you all by himself.

Idia sat on his chair still completely not recovered to the beautiful sight he saw, after spending a day in his room he was dragged by ortho to watch the performance, and oh boy. he was glad that he came. but the crowd scared him so he took the corner and threw in some cool machine to make him to be able to watch everything.

Malleus and Lilia watched with a smile on their face, Oh how you really look like a faery dancing around, Malleus sworn to visit you every night, to simply dance with you under the cold moonlight.

[yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo]

Punch Out Body/Appearance Headcanons (Major Circuit)

Piston Hondo:

- Decently muscly body but not stupidly brawny. Strong arms and legs with a solid set of abs that sometimes turns into a soft stomach when the boxing season is over.

- Tan skin with very few moles or birthmarks on his body. The only super noticeable one is a small mole in the corner of his left eye.

- His hair grows quite quickly so he has to trim it lots but he sometimes lets it grow out a bit. It's also very thick, however, so it's a bit of a pain to maintain.

- Plump round lips and surprisingly soft and slightly round cheeks, which aren't obvious from a distance but they're apparent when you get closer to him. He's a little embarrassed of them.

- Has a few small scars on his torso from general rough-housing with his brother and some larger scars on his hands from his training with bamboo swords.

Bear Hugger:

- Big and stocky, the definition of a bear body. Strong arms, a large fuzzy stomach and strong legs. He also has pretty big hands.

- Covered in body hair all over, aside from his actual head. The places that grow quickest are his forearms and chest and the slowest is, shockingly, his beard. It took a LONG time to grow it and he rarely, if ever, shaves it.

- He's covered in scars. From small scratches on his hands and arms to large claw marks on his shoulders or torso from training with Maple the Bear, he's always got a mark somewhere on him but he doesn't mind.

- Speaking of marks, he has a LOT of stretch marks, especially on his stomach. They're simply from him going through stages of losing and gaining weight but he, again, doesn't mind them and even seems pretty comfortable with them!

- Both his eyes are hazel but his right one has a small hint of blue in it. They look very lovely when caught under light.

Great Tiger:

- Lean build with some slight muscle on his arms, he's not super built or anything but is far from out of shape. He does, however, have surprisingly prominent abs.

- He has a fair amount of body hair on him, especially on his lower body. His hair is pretty long and thick and quite the struggle to tie up inside of his turban. He refuses to cut it, though, not even by an inch.

- Has a few scars from accidental clawing from his family's pet tiger as well as a few moles scattered across his torso.

- His eyes are almost an amberish-brown colour and look absolutely stunning under the light, almost as if they were made of pure gold.

- Has a slightly pointed nose, which is more obvious to the eye when he's looking to the side.

Don Flamenco:

- Lean and slender build with a slightly heavier built upper body to his lower body, almost like an hourglass. Has a small waist that he's slightly insecure about.

- His balding is due to both stress and male pattern baldness on his father's side of the family. VERY insecure about it and hates having his hair piece touched or ruined.

- He has tanned skin, both from natural genes and generally spending a lot of time in the sun growing up. They're not visible from afar but he does bear slight tan lines on certain parts of his body.

- One of his eyes is a slightly darker brown than the other one but it's not very prominent unless you see then underneath light.

- Has a few scars across his body from bullfighting and a small birthmark on the back of his left shoulder.

[hestiashearthfire]

Can you tell me more about veiling? Or link any other places to learn? :)

Khaire, @siriuscitrus! Thanks for your ask; I've been putting off answering because this is such a big question. I've divided my answer into three parts. Keep in mind this is based on my personal experience, so other people may have different opinions.

What is Veiling?

Veiling, generally speaking, is the practice of covering one's head, and depending on tradition, one's hair, shoulders or face. (See a definition here.) Veiling can be practiced for many reasons; oftentimes this reason is religious, but veiling is also practiced culturally as a form of dress. In addition to whatever spiritual purpose a veil might have, a veil is also just a convenient way for many people to protect their hair, shield themselves from the sun, or express themselves aesthetically.

Men and women wear veils, and veiling has been a part of many cultures throughout history. Different cultures have different traditions, terms, and styles of veiling. While many cultures are open to sharing their veiling traditions, some styles of veiling are closed practices with immense cultural meaning, and it's important to be respectful when studying veiling as a practice. Though veiling is ubiquitous throughout places and times, not every style of veiling is appropriate for everyone.

Although veiling typically involves cloth of some kind, such as a scarf or shawl, veils do not have to fully cover the hair, or the neck and shoulders, and veiling can be practiced using accessories such as hats, headbands, bandannas, or clips. The style of veiling chosen by the wearer is a matter of personal comfort, social expectations, or religious norms, and varies widely from place to place.

Why Do People Veil?

As stated above, veiling can be practiced for many reasons, including religious, cultural, personal, practical or aesthetic reasons. For example, in Islam, veiling (termed hijab) is practiced as a form of religious modesty. Other religions, such as Christianity and Judaism, may also have religious reasons for veiling.

Still more people veil as an expression of culture, or simply as a personal preference. Since my reasons for veiling are primarily religious, I can't speak to cultural reasons, but suffice to say that wearing a veil, while certainly an indicator of faith in many cases, is not always a religious matter. Many pagans who practice magic, for example, view veiling as a practical method of protecting one's energy, rather than a religious expression. Sometimes, veiling can be both religious and practical; it is up to the wearer to determine their reasons for veiling.

I veil out of devotion to Hestia, Hera, and Aphrodite. On a less religious note, I simply like the way my hair looks covered, and I enjoy styling my scarves to match my outfits. Veiling makes me feel beautiful and confident, and serves as a physical reminder of the Gods' presence in my life.

How Do People Veil?

Veiling styles are as varied as the cultures from which they originate. For example, I learned to veil from a Jewish community, and so my veils often look like this. In other religions and cultures, more full-coverage styles like this or this, or even full-body veiling might be the style.

It is my understanding that Jewish veiling styles are not closed, and are open for everyone to wear respectfully. More full-coverage styles are also open when worn respectfully; however, one who is not Muslim should not call this practice hijab. Just as it is up to the wearer to determine their reasons for veiling, it is up to the wearer to determine what style of veiling suits them based on their preferences. Although one's religion can impose certain standards, where one lives, works, or worships will ultimately determine what a veil looks like to them.

As an attorney, for example, I have to ensure my veils look professional and are suitable for a conservative environment. Personally, I prefer more turban-like styles, although I am experimenting with more full-coverage styles currently. Veils are incredibly personal to the wearer, and a knit hat may be as precious to one person as a scarf is to another.

Rules surrounding veiling will vary based on religion and culture. As a Hellenic Polytheist, I am not required to veil at all, but as a practice, this was something I carried over from Catholicism. I choose to veil around all but close family and friends. However, in other cultures, one may be required to veil after certain milestones like puberty or marriage, or around certain people, or at times of worship. It is an unfortunate reality in many places that veiling is either enforced or forbidden, and I try to be mindful of that in my practice.

For practical how-to on veiling, the internet is your friend. Sites like YouTube, TikTok, and Instagram all have visual examples and tutorials for you to follow. Wrapunzel is one such site with many tutorials. The Haute Take, Haute Hijab's blog, also has great style advice for full-coverage styles. (I'm not getting paid if you click on these links. I am just a happy customer recommending both.)

Please understand that I am not an expert; I have tried to keep this post general to avoid misinformation, but I welcome any corrections or additional information for clarification! I hope this post was helpful to you, and I wish you the best in your veiling journey.

Gods bless you always!

[lythiannatheultimate]

I made up a story!

In this story, Its Christmas break for the WVBA and everyone visits Bear Hugger at his house. Strangely, Bear Hugger decides to steal an entire charter bus (Somehow does not get caught) and they end up going on a very long road trip to Argentina!

So here are my head cannons...

🇫🇷Glass Joe🇫🇷

•Dating Von Kaiser

•Fell asleep most of the time

•Talked to Von Kaiser about How beautiful France is

•The wind kept messing up his hair

•slept on Von Kaiser's shoulder (aw😊)

🇩🇪Von Kaiser🔩

•Dating Glass Joe

•So sweet

•Got annoyed by soda popinski belting out "I will always love you."

•glanced over for one second an macho man and Narcis were making out(got very disgusted)

• he's chill

🇺🇸 Disco Kid🎧

•Singing to Britney Spears

•Singing in harmony with Soda Popinski

•sitting next to Aran

•Aran ended up falling asleep on his shoulder ( Disco Kid freaked out)

•brung an entire pillow and blanket

🏖King Hippo🏝

•just chilled next to Mad Clown

•Mad Clown might have a little crush on him

•Sitting there looking pretty

•Being innocent

•Just looking at the beautiful scenery outside❤🏞

🌸Piston Hondo/Honda🍣

•was reading some manga until Bear Hugger kissed his cheek and he had a little bit of a gay panic

•I swear he loves bear hugger with all his life

•Ended up having a panic attack because he thought of an extremely traumatic event (I'm so sorry😢)

•Treats Bear Hugger like the love of his life (he is)

•Bear Hugger bought him a plushie of a bear and Piston Hondo was SO happy (Aw so sweet☺️)

🇨🇦 Bear Hugger🏒

•Treats Hondo like his princess

•Had to comfort Hondo because of his panic attack (His heart broke💔)

•brung chip (His squirrel)

• His pet bear (Spruce) was upset he could not go😕

•Watched a hockey game on his phone and Hondo ended up watching

🍛 Great Tiger🕌

•Being a little silly

•Mr. Dream touched his turban and he punched him in the face

•Listening to calming Indian music most of the time ( Which means he is probably fast asleep

•Got REALLY romantic with Rick Bruiser for some reason🤷

•Found Rick Bruiser strangely attractive🤔

🌹 Don Flamenco🇪🇸

• Carmen resisted going (Don's upset he can't see his beautiful fiance)

• Watching the ENTIRE series of the twilight saga on his phone

•Kept a box of roses in his bag

•ended up singing "A Thousand Years," by Christina perri while watching the twilight movies.

•Everyone ends up hearing him and they end up singing alongside him

🇮🇪 Aran Ryan🍾

• Kindly admires disco kid's singing

•Loves Disco Kid with every fiber of his being

•Ends up head banging listening to Slipknot

•Started listening to slipknot and grew to love them

•his favorite song by slipknot is probably "Spit It Out"

🇷🇺 Soda Popinski🍾

•Got VERY drunk

• SCREAMING Britney Spears

• Actually made bald bull happy☺️

•Aran laughed at him and Soda started to laugh

•sitting still and looking pretty

🇺🇸Kid quick🐐

•Was on the verge of a panic attack

•Everyone drove him insane

•Bursted into tears

•scared for Gabby

•was about to actually lose his mind

🇫🇷Gabby Jay💊

•Had to take his pills

•Has dementia and forgot what Hondo told him; Hondo was crying and apologizing like crazy

•Happy to see Joe happy❤

•Concerned for Kid Quick

•Fell to the ground for eight seconds and everyone thought he died😞

🇬🇧Narcis Prince🎽

•VERY upset

•Heike tried to get him to talk but he couldn't

•Cried at the sight of Dragon Chan Crying his eyes out

•Macho gave him a hug

•Banged his head on the window a couple times

🇨🇳Dragon Chan🏯

•Actually SMILED?!

•Was content with talking to Soda

•Mr. Dream ruined EVERYTHING for him

•Had a very major panic attack(Poor guy😢)

•Made soda scared

🇯🇵Heike Kagero💃

•watched season 2 of Sailor Moon

•made Narcis feel better

• Narcis made him feel better

• brushed his hair

•Ended up having to put his hair up

🇨🇳 Hoy Quarlow🐒

•acted very weird

•scarfing down food on the bus for some reason🤷

•Might have a little crush on piston Honda 🤦

•threw up from the food

•Creepily staring at Dragon Chan👀

🇹🇷 Bald Bull🏋

•Very nice towards soda

•actually chill

• so sweet

•actually LAUGHED?!

•Mr. Dream annoyed him like crazy

🇺🇸 Super Macho Man🏄

•Loves Narcis

•Actually comfortable

•Comforted Dragon Chan

•Listening to white girl music and singing in a girly voice💅

•singing CALIFORNIA GURLS WERE UNDENIABLE

🇺🇸 Mr. Sandman🏋

•tired

•Got happy when The ref( Tony) sat with him

• watched a Bruce Lee movie

•made Tony laugh a couple times

•actually got worried for Hondo ( Their friends btw)

🇺🇸 Little mac🏆

•Very calm

•watching boxing matches of Muhammad Ali with doc Louis

•HE SPOKE OH MY GOODNESS

•got very cold and put on his pink hoodie

•was okay since he was sitting with doc

🇺🇸 Doc Louis🍫

•happy he has Little mac with him( I swear he needs to be this kids parent)

•Brought chocolate bars for him and Mac to share

•Made jokes that little Mac actually laughed to

•talked with birdie a little bit

•was very chill

🇳🇴 Alice👩‍🔬

•literally the only girl

•her and ape just chill out together

•actually ended up talking to Little mac ( their friends now😊)

•10 years old

•told Mac her entire life story

That is all I have for now, if I should add anything, let me know☺️!

[incomingalbatross]

I DO have to say that I went almost straight from Cranford to the House of Seven Gables (for school) and it made the first few chapters of the latter look much worse by comparison.

Hawthorne, describing one of his main characters preparing to open a shop for the first time in her life:

Our miserable old Hepzibah! It is a heavy annoyance to a writer, who endeavors to represent nature, its various attitudes and circumstances, in a reasonably correct outline and true coloring, that so much of the mean and ludicrous should be hopelessly mixed up with the purest pathos which life anywhere supplies to him. What tragic dignity, for example, can be wrought into a scene like this! How can we elevate our history of retribution for the sin of long ago, when, as one of our most prominent figures, we are compelled to introduce—not a young and lovely woman, nor even the stately remains of beauty, storm-shattered by affliction—but a gaunt, sallow, rusty-jointed maiden, in a long-waisted silk gown, and with the strange horror of a turban on her head! Her visage is not even ugly. It is redeemed from insignificance only by the contraction of her eyebrows into a near-sighted scowl. And, finally, her great life-trial seems to be, that, after sixty years of idleness, she finds it convenient to earn comfortable bread by setting up a shop in a small way.

Elizabeth Gaskell, writing Cranford: skill issue

[darlin-djarin]

I wanna hear your helmet thoughts when you have time

helmets to din’s version of the creed are literally so amazing because of the connections and similarities of other religious/cultural head coverings. ofc, i’m not implying that the helmet is the SAME as a hijab or a turban or a niqab, they obviously have different rules and implications, but there ARE similarities, ones that a lot of people (such as hijabi’s) find comfort in seeing that sort of representation on screen.

helmets to din’s version of the creed are sacred and are to never be removed. not all mandalorians think, believe, or practice that way of course, and din’s covert specifically are the ‘warrior’ type of mandalorians, different from the pacifist type of mandalorians that were shown during saltine kryze’s rule of mandalore during the clone wars.

the pacifist type of people were not shown to be wearing helmets, and even some of the royal guards who DID wear helmets (shown under satine’s rule) did not wear the same type of helmet as the warrior mandalorians that lived on concordia, one of mandalores moons.

^^ the pacifist mandalorians during the clone wars (why are they all white and blond lol space racism)

^^ satine's royal guard helmets (they have similar armor but the helmet design is ofc drastically different)

most of death watch wore helmets, but they removed them casually. pre vizsla, the leader of death watch (until maul beheaded that bitch) removed his helmet openly and so did many others in the group. though they held on to the ‘warrior’ ideals of the mandalorian culture, they weren’t clearly as religious as the children of the watch.

^^ pre vizsla and other members of death watch. most wear helmets while doing their goofy little terrorism but they're seen having their helmets removed often.

after the children of the watch formed from the warrior ideals of death watch, the religious aspect of the helmet and the creed formed out of necessity. the children of the watch refuse to remove the helmet for probably many reasons, as it has protected their identity and preserves their culture and creed. one thing i LOVE about the warrior culture is how because of the helmet and armor, the mandalorians have created ways of expression that are SO interesting. they’ve adapted to create the keldabe kiss, which is a tap of the foreheads of the helmets. they also have cheers such as tapping their vambraces and pounding their chest armor. they have other forms of expression that i DESPERATELY hope to see more as the mandalorian progresses.

the rules of the helmet are simple. don’t remove it. if you remove it, you become an apostate and are deemed “mandalorian no longer”. ofc because of chapter 21, the armorer has clearly shown that the adaptation of accepting helmetless mandalorians is necessary as they progress with reviving mandalore. so more recently, they’ve begun accepting other mandalorians who do not follow the Way the same as they do. that does not necessarily mean that THEY will stop following their version of the creed, it just means that they will start accepting other versions of the creed regardless of their own personal beliefs.

anyway the helmet is clearly a religious head covering that DESERVES to be respected, as it is often a window and mirror towards the audience who relate to and who learn about religious head coverings. for me, personally as a hijabi, i see the helmet as a mirror. not that the helmet IS a hijab or niqab or anything, but because it’s the head covering is a CHOICE and it PROTECTS. i know a hijabi (my lovely mutual @hinderr) who personally views the helmet as a mirror because it is an identifier. when you see the helmet, you identify the person as a mandalorian, same way as if you see a hijabi, you (usually) identify the person as a muslim.

the helmet plays a good window as well, to show the audience more religious head covering representation. not that the audience has an excuse to complain about how they don’t agree with the religion, but just to understand a new viewpoint.

moving on, i really like the idea of warrior mandalorians not being able to sneeze. you sneeze when something foreign enters your nose that your body rejects, but since the helmet filters everything, nothing foreign is entering and therefore your body has nothing to sneeze out. kinda funny honestly but it’s cool to think about the technicalities of the helmet.

one thing i HATE about this whole thing is the designs of the helmet. specifically the stupid t-visors being for men and y-visors for women. like great job favroni, way to destroy gender roles. anyway, i think the most effective style (for any gender) is the y-visor (like bo-katan’s) because it gives you a greater vantage point for the eye position. t-visor (like din’s) is fine, i just think it’d be more comfortable to have a y-visor.

^^ bo-katan's y-visor helmet

^^ din's t-visor helmet

you can probably get why i think y-visor has a better vantage point for vision. din's t-visor does have a ton of resources and functions that help him though. i'm not gonna assume all helmets have seals, but some of the warrior mandalorians (such as din and bo) do have seals that make it impossible to remove the helmet without force (proven bc y'all can hear the pressurized hiss when they remove the helmet)

thank you SO MUCH for asking about this, i just LOVEEE talking about din’s covert and creed and ofc the helmet is my favorite thing about it. feel free to ask or follow up with anything else you wonder about.

[dark-raven-666]

HAIIIII GIRLL its maddy here, can you pls write saladin x reader where the reader helps him fall asleep after a long day? TYSMMM

Salahuddin X fem! Reader

Tags: fluff

Warnings: none

( this is about the Salahuddin from the movie "Kingdom of heaven" it has no relation to the real Muslim warrior)

@eatmeandbirthmeagain

☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾

The sun hides and the Muslim camp is left in darkness, the only light source the fires that the men burnt.

The Sultan of the men, a handsome man in his late 40's, steps into his and his wife's shared tent.

It was a long and exhausting day, filled with training, meetings, and various other duties. As he reached the entrance of their tent, exhaustion and tiredness settling into every bone in his body, he pushed aside the flap and stepped inside.

Upon their bed rested the beautiful woman, her hair on the soft pillows, hands closely clothing a book. She had fallen asleep waiting for him again.

The Sultan hoping not to disturb his wife, removes his shoes and places them aside, then changes into comfortable wear. By the time he turns around she is sitting on the bed rubbing her eyes.

"You're back... I've missed you my dear... " the woman spoke, sleepyness still evident in her voice.

"Yes, I apologize if I woke you" responded the Sultan a rather bashful expression on his face.

The woman smiles and gets off the bed and straight into the man's arms.

"You can wake me anytime, no matter how beautiful the dream, seeing you will always be more beautiful" she spoke, a smile decorating her face.

The Sultan and his wife, hold each other for a moment, until she wipes her hand over his cheek, wanting to cup it, only to be met with dirt and sweat on it, from the day he had experienced.

"I see it has been a rough day my dear" Her eyes look up at him as she sees the exhausted expression on his face.

"You should bathe.. " she continues her voice almost a whisper.

The Sultan shakes his head. He was too tired.

"I will wash before the morning prayer... For now... I am too exhausted" he whispered back.

The woman allows her husband to lay in bed in his comfortable shirt and pants. As he lays there she brings a warm wet towel and sits in the bed besides him.

She gently undoes his turban, soothing some of the headache.

Sitting beside him, her legs on one side tucked neatly, she begins wiping the sweat and dirt with the warm towel. The Sultan let's out a breath that he did not know he was holding.

Laying his head in her lap, he begins drifting away as she washes his face with one hand and the other gently plays with his hair.

By the time the towel is down, he is in deep slumber, a small relaxed expression on his face.

She moves him gently and covers him. "I love you" she whispers and falls asleep in her spot.

When morning comes the Sultan awakesns to the sound of the fall to prayer. He looks to his side, she's there, laying, all warm and tucked in.

Before he gets up, he kisses her temple and whispers "I love you".

[tellmewherethelightis]

I made a fan design for a Freak Du Chic Cleo! See under the read more for more about her design!

I'm an aspiring designer, and I've always loved Monster High, so I love making my own designs for the characters. I've finally worked up the courage to post some of my art, and first up is my FDC Cleo, based on belly dancing and snake charming.

For her design I went with snake and lotus patterns everywhere, her mesh bodysuit is meant to evoke snake scales while also being a triangular version of FDC’s checkerboard patterns, and she has a peacock feather in her turban bc they were associated with Amon-Ra and the eye of Horus, and lotus were a common motif in ancient Egypt and not something Cleo often has in her designs. Her outfits is based off of bedlah, an outfit often worn by raqs sharqi performers, more commonly known in the west as belly dancers, but modified to be more age appropriate for a character that’s in high school (despite her being thousands of years old, but I wasn't very comfortable with putting her in a super revealing outfit tbh), and also being true to modern Egyptian dancers, since it is illegal for women to publicly bare their midriffs, so the mesh bodysuit underneath was a good fit for her. It was tricky to strike the balance between what people think belly dancers wear and more traditional styles of outfit, but I hope I managed well enough (my mother belly danced frequently in my youth, and her costumes, albeit not Egyptian but Turkish in origin, actually covered her from head to toe. The peacock feather was actually inspired by some of her outfits!). Her sheer harem pants have two different designs going on, the jagged stripes found on many FDC dolls, and a starry diamond pattern that was partially inspired by diamondback rattlesnakes. She has some snake designs on her shoes and hidden in her clothing, and the dangly jewelry and coins all over are both inspired by real life costumes and Cleo’s own triangle and gem designs.

I hope people like her, I'm not the best artist, but I tried to replicate the Monster High style as faithfully as possible, since it's so different from my usual style. Please let me know what you think! <3

PLEASE Tumblr don't compress these images too much I'm BEGGING you

[karskilledme]

NSFW Late Night Visits Kars x Fem!Reader

Kars and (y/n) have a weekly ritual of him coming over to absolutely pound her down. :) 

Warnings: Vaginal sex, Blowjob, sex without love(Kinda), talk of power play(again kinda barely), smoking ciggys.

Words: 1619

Minors DNI! 18+ only or you’ll be cursed for life. NSFW under the cut!

Warm full-bodied smoke filled my lungs, its warmth comforting me as I stared longingly into the night. Friday nights were our nights. It felt like it had been this way forever but in reality it had only been a handful of months. One night, not unsimilar to this one, he had appeared out of thin air and into my life. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that he was dangerous, otherworldly. Something about that excited me. A mix up from my usual conservative, safe, and boring life. That man did something to me. Maybe it was his intoxicating aura that drew me in so easily, though his looks certainly didn’t hurt either. His skin was a warm brown, sculpted like fine marble statues, the kind they’d display in some fancy gallery, his eyes were piercing like they could see through you at a cellular level and his turban gave him a mysterious charm.

I shivered at the thought of that body and the way it touched me. Taking one last drag of my cigarette before snubbing it out with a sigh. With a last glance to the stars I turned to retreat to my room before being met with that daydream of a man. He stood leaned against the door frame of my quaint balcony. Arms crossed with his signature shit eating grin. I loved that look, especially when it was peeking up at me from between my thighs.

Returning his grin I spoke, “So you decided to spare me a visit after all?” I moved in closer, trailing my nails along the expanse of his crossed forearms. Despite the nights chill he was warm with life. He uncrossed his arms, straightening up, and cupped my cheek. His hand was almost terrifyingly large as it cradled me. It was no exaggeration that he could crush me in an instant. “I almost didn’t. You should feel lucky little deer.” He cooed, a sickly sweet tone of teasing in his voice. I scoffed and pushed past him, grabbing his hand from my face to pull him behind me.

It wasn’t ever a secret nor was it ever outright stated what he was here for. It was purely primal he had said on his second visit, no feelings attached, and I was fine with that or so I told myself. His body and the way he made me feel was more than enough, if he wasn’t looking for a relationship and I wasn’t either why force it?

Tonight wasn’t unlike any other, that much was quickly made apparent. Now sitting on my bed, his plush lips latched onto my neck, marking me with deep purple hickies I’d have to hide come morning. My hands made themselves busy, undoing his scarf as he worked. I didn’t get to see his hair until perhaps the fourth time he came and boy was I delighted. Hair wasn’t even the right word for his godly mane. It was so soft as my hand raked through it, applying soft pressure to his scalp as he worked little moans and mewls out of me. Kars never kissed me on the lips during our sessions. I wished for his kiss so badly, his lips were so warm and skilled just working on my body, it was hard not to imagine them against my own.

My hands feverishly traveled the expanse of Kars chest, finding their way to the band of his loincloth before quickly discarding of it. I peppered hot kisses down the expanse of his chest as teasingly slow as I could manage, my eyes never leaving his. My lips stopped short just inches from his throbbing member. His eyes spelled out his hunger plain as day while he bit his lip and stared at me. Tantalizingly slow I licked a long stripe up the underside of his dick, stopping to pay special attention to his head when I arrived. My tongue swirled around the blushed red tip, tasting the salt of his already beading precum. Satisfied that it was now sufficiently lubed up I bobbed down, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. Kars tilted his head back with a groan and a mutter of something in another language. I gripped into his thigh with one hand and moved to jerk off the lower portion of his dick with the other. My head bobbed with determination, knowing that if I didn’t do good to help sate him now I wouldn’t be walking in the morning after he was through with me.

Kars was never vulnerable or emotional in the slightest when he came but when his dick was in my mouth and he was completely in my control there was a different side to him. He panted like a needy whore, gripping the bed sheets beside him, or my hair if he was wanting more. It was unlike any other side of him and I loved it. Seeing him unraveled under my touch, knowing that his pleasure was because of my hard work. It was enough to get me sopping by the time it came to sex.

Kars hips thrust up slightly, his tip twitching with the tell tale sign he was close. I let go of his shaft and gripped his balls before fully plunging on his dick. My throat and mouth going into overdrive as I worked to milk him dry of every last drop. Kars moaned out and gripped my hair before holding me down on his dick. His release filled my mouth as I slowed to a stop. Swallowing every last drop, I pulled off with a pop under his grip.

Kars was always quick on the rebound, ready in moments. His strong hands practically flung me up to the top of the bed. Despite not wanting any feelings involved he usually opted for breeding position or some variant of missionary unless he arrived pissed off or especially stressed. His head ran up the slick of my folds, drenching himself in my wetness. It was always daunting to start, being some sort of superhuman led to him having a superhuman sized dick.

Kars began pushing in, “So tight, will you be able to handle me tonight?” He teased. A gasp was all I could muster in response, the feeling of being stretched and filled making it impossible to think. He bottomed out and brought my legs up to his shoulders before perching over me. With barely any time to adjust he began drilling into me. It was impossible for him not to hit my gspot with every thrust since he hit every square inch of me, kissing my cervix with every bottom out. In no time I was a babbling mess. His hair was cloaked around me, his face twisted up ever so slightly while his mouth hung slightly parted. My eyes studied every beautiful inch of the sight above me before it all became too much. It was all I could manage to hold on as my eyes spun with stars and I struggled to catch my breath. Pure pleasure.

The sound of vulgar squelching and soft pants were all that was grounding me. Tingles began in my toes as he rammed in and out of me in a rhythmic bliss. “K-kaaarssss~!” I moaned out, digging my nails into his biceps. He grunted before moving in to grab one of my nipples in his mouth, picking up his pace. “Gonna c-cummm!” I screamed. Warmth flooded me, every point of contact going fuzzy like static on a broken tv, euphoria. Kars remained at his unrelenting pace, quickly bringing me to overstimulation. My body cried out for a break but my needy cunt began its ascent to a second orgasm. My body was lifted slightly as Kars moved his hand to angle my bottom towards him. It was direct strikes now. The new and overwhelming stimulation pushed me to my peak for the second time. Stifled moans spilled out of me as I bit into my own bicep. Kars removed himself from his place on my nipple to watch the sight, his eyes drinking up every inch of my blissed out expression. His pace faltered slightly before he dipped his forehead between my breasts. His panting quickened as I felt his dick begin to throb and pulse inside me. The sudden loss of sensation hollowed me before he spilled out his hot release on my stomach.

Our chests heaved in unison as he stared at the ceiling and I stared at him. No words were exchanged. He was, of course, much quicker to recover and moved off to get a rag for the two of us. Though I had thought I was fine with having no feelings attached I always found myself a little sad as his visits came to an end.

Kars wiped the cum from my tummy before crumpling it into the laundry hamper.

“I can sense that this arrangement won’t be able to continue on. Your pheromones reek of love.” Kars said, sitting back next to me as he fiddled with his loincloth. I shot up from my place in bed, my brain suddenly much clearer.

“W-what? No way Kars! You said no feelings so no feelings, I’m not that dumb.” I protested. Kars turned to meet my eyes with a seriously indiscernible face and narrowed his eyes at me ever so slightly. He turned away and looked at his nails before standing. “I don’t mean I won’t visit anymore. These times together have been very pleasant and have aided greatly in relieving my stress.” He paused and cast me another look “I just think we’ll need to renegotiate our agreement.”.

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I generated a picture, I think you'll really like embodying! You'll get to eat without worry and spend lot of time in the garden, doesn't that seem fun?

HELP! Do any of my followers have a picture of me? I mean the REAL me?

I got this ask in my inbox and didn't think anything of it until I went shopping and saw mangoes in the produce section. I'm usually more of an apple man, but today I had a craving. No, a need. I couldn't even wait, peeling the sticker off to pay later so I could take a bite. It was like heaven! Perfectly in season too. I ravenously finished the rest and was about to grab another before

"UUURRRRPPPP" I belched! And it wasn't just the smell of mango. Vegetables, spices, and more unfamiliar were on my breath. That's when I noticed my usually baggy shirt grazing my stomach. It wasn't flat anymore, maybe a bit paunchier? I guessed bloating would explain the sudden gas, but my suspicions turned to an allergic reaction as it kept growing! I bolted towards the door, growing bigger with every step, from gutted to chubby to fat and down right obese! I would say I was inflating if it weren't for my belly also softening. It now rose and fell with every movement, my growing man boobs also suspending then slapping back down on my stomach.

I could even feel the fat on my face when I finally made it outside. I hunched over, hands on my knees and breathing heavy between plump cheeks. I shouldn't be this tired already, but I had to walk the rest of the way to my car. And to make it worse my thighs were irritated by the friction in my soccer pants as they rubbed together. By the time I arrived I was waddling with what felt like trunk legs and labored into my sedan.

I rushed home and heard honking, probably from my reckless driving, but there were no cars around me. It was this fat gut slapping the horn! I adjusted my seat back and sighed. BEEP. Seriously!? I adjusted back again BEEP. It wasn't until the farthest back that I stopped getting fatter, but now that it wasn't touching the wheel I could feel the breeze on it. Of course, my shirt was too small now, riding up to nearly my moobs. I tried to tug my shirt down multiple times to cover myself with no use, until suddenly it all came down at once. If I had looked down, I might have seen the pink fabric flowing down to my knees, but I was distracted by a "BRAAAAAAAP"

I grabbed a pink handkerchief in my car to wipe the mango juice from my lips when I felt... hair? Looking in the rear view mirror I saw a full beard, and it wasn't just my face. I had a full mane of beautiful long hair, black hair! It was just too weird! I tied my hair up with my handkerchief to keep it out of my peripheral vision. I just had to focus on driving, I'd be home soon enough. However, I could feel something silky wrapping around my head. It was lopsided at times, throwing off my center of gravity. When my head tilted left, I turned left, and the same thing on the right. I made so many wrong turns I wasn't sure where I was, but looking in the rear view mirror again I saw that my handkerchief had grown and wrapped into a pink turban. With another tilt, it tugged me to make a turn into a neighborhood next to a gurdwara. I drove a few blocks and parked in front of a house. It wasn't my house, not the one I remembered, but it was home.

I heaved myself out of the minivan (which I had only realized was changed later), and waddled with more comfort in my silk pants. But I didn't waddle to the front door. No, I went to the garden... the garden where mangos were growing. I grabbed one and took a bite. Why, these were even better than the grocery store! Just like the ones in my farm in Punjab! I was so happy I could keep a taste of my homeland with me, even in another country.

Sorry, I lost my train of thought! Anyways now I'm in this garden and it's getting dark! I feel like I'm going to have to go inside this house soon, and meet the new family that is waiting for me. I'm afraid that if I do, I'll get sucked further into this new reality! Please, if anyone has a picture of me, send it to my asks so I can transform back to normal!