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cy-cyborg · 1 year ago

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Tips for Writing and Drawing Amputees: Bandaged Stumps

When writing and drawing amputee characters, unless your character only just lost their limb, they don't need to wear a bandage over their stumps.

to be clear, eda's depiction in the show was fine, since she'd only just lost her arm and went (presumably) without any medical attention, but because the show didn't have much time to show her afterwards, I've noticed a tendency of the fandom to draw her wearing the bandage permanently, so that's why I'm picking on her for my example lol.

It's a bit of a trope at this point, and I think it comes from one of a few different places:

Amputees do wear bandages on their stumps, but usually only for the first 6-12 weeks post-amputation, sometimes longer if the amputation was a result of a burn. It's possible people saw this though and assumed it was permanent.

Most amputees wear a sock made of either cotton or silicone under their prosthetics to provide them with some extra padding. These socks, called liners, often stick out from the top of the prosthetic socket and could possibly be mistaken for a bandage from a distance.

Some amputees will wear compression garments for a few months to a few years after their amputations which could also be mistaken for a bandage from a distance. These garments are designed to stop swelling and reduce phantom pain, but they aren't bandages.

Stumps get cold easier because their circulation typically isn't as good as the rest of the body, so some amputees will wear socks over them even if they aren't wearing a prosthetic to keep warm, which again could be mistaken for a bandage from a distance.

This one is funny, but in my experience unfortunately, it's the most common: people think the end of an amputee's stump is just a perpetual open wound that never heals. Meaning to avoid "gore" it needs to be covered. I've met fully grown adults who believed this until I showed up to work/uni without my prosthetics or socks on.

People are uncomfortable with seeing an uncovered stump and so put bandages over it to avoid confronting their biases.

Some combination of these points.

But yeah, unless your amputee has only just lost their limb in the last few weeks, they don't need a bandage.

The ironic thing too, is that for most amputees, bandaging a stump is nearly impossible. I've been in and out of hospital since I was 1 year old and only ever met 3 nurses and no doctors/surgeons who could successfully bandage my stump in a way that the bandage would even stay on. This is because stumps are usually tapered in shape (meaning they are wider at the top, closer to the body, and thinner at the bottom), so gravity will pull the bandage off 9 times out of 10.

On a final note: it's ok to show your amputee's stump, it's not gore, there's no blood, it just looks like a regular limb that just stops early. In fact, if you are writing/creating anything for kids or that is likely to be seen by kids, I encourage you to show your amputee's stumps at least once. I used to work on a disability awareness program for kids, and I lost count of the amount of times kids were terrified of me, because they all expected my leg to be bloody and gory. For a lot of kids, I was their first real-life exposure to an amputee, meaning they'd never even heard of people like me, or they had seen an amputee on TV, but because the show went out of its way to avoid showing the person's stump, they assumed it must have been because there was "something scary at the end" that they weren't supposed to see (kids are surprisingly perceptive, they will pick up on stuff like that without you realising). And scared kids aren't good at articulating why they're scared, and would often say really mean or hurtful things to me. I knew not to take it personally and learned how to handle those situations, but not everyone is used to dealing with kids. For a new amputee (or anyone who's less confident in their disability), the kinds of things those kids would say could be absolutely confidence destroying. I never blame the kids, it's not their fault, but the whole situation could have been avoided if they had seen people like us before they had the chance to hear the wrong info. Good representation like this can be the difference between a kid crying, making throw-up sounds and calling an amputee "disgusting monsters" (all things I've had kids do/say) and them just being like "oh ok, cool."

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hurriane23456 · 3 months ago

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The Tenant's Request

Max knocked on the door of Officer Tyler’s apartment for a routine inspection, clipboard in hand, dressed in his usual work attire—a crisp suit with polished loafers. As the door swung open, Tyler stood there in part of his uniform: the navy-blue uniform pants and a tight black compression T-shirt, his police shirt, vest, and other gear hanging neatly on a valet stand behind him.

“Come on in,” Tyler said, his casual tone a stark contrast to the imposing figure he cut in his partial uniform. Max stepped inside, trying to focus on his clipboard, but his eyes kept drifting toward the uniform on display. It wasn't the first time he'd been in Tyler’s apartment, but something about the uniform, about the idea of wearing it, captured his attention more than usual today.

Tyler noticed Max's gaze lingering. “You keep looking at it,” he said with a slight smirk. “Ever wondered what it’s like to wear one?”

Max blinked, feeling caught. He chuckled nervously, trying to downplay his curiosity. “Well, I’ve always thought it looked… impressive. I’ve never been close to a uniform like that before.”

Tyler raised an eyebrow and gave him a once-over. “Want to try it on?”

Max’s heart skipped a beat. “I couldn’t possibly—”

“Why not?” Tyler interrupted, already moving toward the stand. “It’s just fabric, right? You’ll see what it feels like. Come on, give it a go.”

Max hesitated, glancing down at his tailored suit. His professional attire felt so different from what was laid out in front of him—so civilian compared to the authoritative uniform hanging just a few feet away. But the offer was tempting, and with Tyler already taking the uniform off its stand, it seemed the decision was being made for him.

“Okay,” Max said, trying to sound casual.

Tyler nodded, unbuttoning his uniform pants to hand them over. Max couldn’t help but notice how easily Tyler peeled off the compression T-shirt, revealing his muscular torso. Tyler tossed both the pants and shirt onto the bed. “You’re gonna need all of it,” he said, nodding toward the bulletproof vest and duty belt.

Max swallowed, suddenly nervous, but the excitement simmering under the surface pushed him forward. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, slipped out of it, and laid it neatly on the chair. His loafers clicked lightly against the hardwood floor as he bent down to take them off, followed by his dress socks. The last to go was his dress shirt and tailored pants, leaving him standing there in just his boxers, feeling oddly exposed.

Tyler watched with a faint smile. “Ready?”

Max nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he picked up the uniform pants. The material was thicker than what he was used to—tough, durable. He stepped into them, pulling them up over his hips and fastening them. The pants fit snugly, hugging his legs with a weight that felt both strange and grounding. The contrast between the sturdy fabric and the softness of his suit was stark.

Next, Tyler handed him the black compression T-shirt. Max slid it over his head, feeling the tight fabric stretch across his torso, holding him in place. The shirt clung to his skin, making him feel almost like he was putting on a second skin, something built for action, not just appearance.

Tyler took the bulletproof vest from the stand. “This is the real deal. Ready for it?”

Max nodded, and Tyler handed it over. Max pulled it over his head, adjusting the straps so it sat firmly against his chest. The vest was heavier than he anticipated. It compressed his body, the padding pressing into him with every breath. It was an odd sensation, at once restrictive but also strangely secure, like a shield protecting him.

“Now the shirt,” Tyler said, handing him the crisp, dark blue uniform shirt.

Max slipped his arms into the sleeves, the stiff cotton brushing against his skin. He buttoned it over the vest, the fit tight but not uncomfortable. As he fastened the last button, he caught his reflection in the hallway mirror. His posture had already changed—he stood straighter, broader.

Tyler nodded approvingly and grabbed the boots. He handed them to Max, who slid his feet into the stiff black leather. The boots were snug, the thick soles giving him a sense of height and purpose. When he stood up, the sound of his boots hitting the floor was heavier, more deliberate.

Tyler chuckled softly as he handed over the duty belt, fully equipped with handcuffs, a baton, and a holstered gun. “This is the real weight. You’ll feel it.”

Max took the belt and wrapped it around his waist, the weight of the gear immediately pulling down on his hips. It felt like more than just tools—each piece represented responsibility, authority. He tightened the belt, adjusting it so everything felt secure.

Finally, Tyler tossed him the patrol cap and a pair of aviator sunglasses. Max placed the cap on his head and slid the sunglasses on. He turned back to the mirror, and the man looking back at him was unrecognizable. The suit, the loafers, the polished professional look—all of it was gone. Now he stood there, fully transformed into something else—someone who commanded respect, who carried authority with every step.

“How does it feel?” Tyler asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

Max took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the vest, the tightness of the shirt, the solid grip of the boots against the floor. “It feels… powerful,” he admitted, the word coming out almost shyly. But there was no denying it. The uniform had transformed him.

Tyler smirked, but as Max admired his reflection, he noticed Tyler moving toward the chair where he’d left his suit. Without a word, Tyler grabbed Max’s tailored pants and started pulling them on.

“Wait—what are you doing?” Max asked, turning in surprise.

Tyler shrugged as he zipped up the pants and pulled on Max’s white dress shirt, buttoning it casually. “You’re in mine. Seems only fair I try yours.”

Max watched, mouth slightly open, as Tyler slipped into his suit jacket and adjusted it over his broad shoulders. The sight of the police officer dressed in his suit—so clean, polished, and professional—was jarring. The contrast was stark: Tyler, normally the embodiment of power in his uniform, now looked more like a businessman, while Max stood there in the uniform, feeling a surge of authority.

Tyler smiled, straightening the jacket sleeves. “Not bad,” he said, looking down at himself. “I could get used to this.”

Max stared at him, feeling a strange mix of unease and fascination. Here they were, standing in each other’s clothes—Tyler looking sharp in his tailored suit, while Max stood in the heavy, official uniform of a police officer. It was disorienting, a reversal that neither of them could have anticipated.

“You wear it well,” Tyler said, still looking at himself in the mirror.

Max shifted, feeling the pull of the duty belt and the pressure of the vest. “I… I don’t know if I can pull it off like you.”

Tyler laughed, slipping on Max’s loafers, completing the look. “You’re doing just fine. It’s all about how you carry yourself.”

Max stood there, feeling the weight of the uniform settle into his bones. The sensation was exhilarating but also overwhelming. And as Tyler adjusted his tie in the mirror, Max realized that the clothes didn’t just change how you looked—they changed how you felt, how you moved, how you thought.

#male body suit #male costume switch #male bodysuit #malebodyswap #body switch #male transformation

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year ago

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Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

#wardrobe staples #capsule wardrobe #fall wardrobe #fall outfits #personal branding #style tips #style inspiration #black outfit #outfit inspiration #wardrobe design #style inspo #fashion advice #dark femininity #dark feminine energy #femme fatale #brand personality #fashion blog #femmefatalevibe

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bibipins · 5 months ago

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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Time off the track (Lance Stroll)

Lance and Y/N enjoy having a long weekend off

Note: english is not my first language. I get all fluttery when I write these pieces! Had some trouble finding friends names (they're very private, and I respect that) so I just made up my own.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions pregnancy

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Sweetheart", Lance called from his spot on the sofa once he heard you arrive back home from work. "In a minute, just need to take these things off my feet", he heard you chuckle before the small creek from the cabinet where you stored your shoes.

"I'm here!", you walked inside, Lance's eyes doing his overall check-up. He didn't notice he was doing it until Henry pointed it out for him in the last race weekend you went to, but apparently the minute you showed up after being somewhere out of his sight, your husband's eyes checked you out from head to toe, looking for any signs of discomfort and then focusing on your babybump, usually bringing a smile to his lips.

"Sit here, I want a cuddle while I tell you my suggestion", he opened his arms, letting you wiggle around and into a comfortable position.

"Oh, what suggestion?", you wondered after you pecked his lips.

"The guys want to have spend the next weekend doing something fun together. It's a long weekend and it would nice spending time together", he explained, hand coming up to your bump and rubbing the skin under the cotton fabric of your shirt.

"That sounds good, actually. A weekend away that doesn't involve racing", you mumbled.

"There's actually a race, still. They want to go to Texas and watch", Lance offered, not wanting to keep you in the dark.

"What I meant was you wouldn't be racing, so we will be travelling all together and I have you to myself still", you wiggled your eyebrows, "and Texas is a really good idea, me and baby have been craving BBQ", you smirked.

"Other than seeing the race, we can just explore the area a bit, see what comes up and what people recommend we do", Lance added, "it will be good to take a few days off".

"Yes, enjoy the sun, good food, good company. Sounds good to me", you smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek and carrying on talking about each of your days.

The group consisted of you, Lance, Anna and her partner Michael, Mark and his wife Evie, Benjamin and Theo, arriving on time like scheduled to the airport, "how are we all feeling on this fine early morning?", Benjamin was the first to speak once you found yourselves by the gate.

"Could've done with a little bit more sleep, if I'm honest", Evie groaned into her husband's shoulder, "but otherwise very excited".

"Me too! Can't wait to feel some sun in my face", you smiled, taking off your jacket since you were feeling hot and giving everyone a show of your baby bump.

"Oh, it's so cute, Y/N! You look great!", Anna gasped, hands in front of her mouth as she got closer to you, "you're glowing!".

"And I also have these sexy things", you lifted your pants to show the compression socks the doctor recommended you wear whenever you boarded flights. You always travelled in comfy clothes, having learned over the years that any other way was simply not the way to go, so you had on a loungewear tracksuit, the flowy pants matching the equally roomy sweater.

"Doctor's orders?", she wondered and you nodded, "I already have issues as it is before getting pregnant, so it wasn't like I didn't expect it. You get used to them after a while", you said, checking to see if everyone was ready to walk to the plane once they checked your passports.

"Would you like something to drink before we take off?", the flight attendant wondered, taking orders from everyone, "could you please get us a bottle of water?", Lance asked, knowing you would forget about it.

"I was going to drink it", you teased, accepting the cup and drinking its content, "I remember what the doctor said", you smiled.

By the time you had been flying for a quarter of the expected time for the whole flight, you got up, walking along the small corridor while rubbing your bump.

"Is this a runway competition? Because we don't stand a chance when you look like that", Theo hyped you up, making you giggle as you exaggerated your walk for a few seconds before feeling your daughter kick.

"Doctor said to keep moving, since the socks can only do so much, and she's been kicking like crazy", you added, tapping the spot over your bellybutton where she seemed to kick harder.

"Hey! If she's kicking, I get privileges!", Lance called, making you stop in front of him as he places his palm where your hand was.

"Do you guys want to go get ready for the pool? I don't feel like doing much else today", Anna suggested, earning nods from everyone before you split into your rooms.

"Lance!", you called, seeing your husband come back from the balcony, "I think I need help taking these off, I can't bend properly", you blushed, not feeling strong enough to pull the socks away from your legs.

Chuckling, he bent down, kneeling on the floor so he could help you, massaging the skin and kissing your calves, "do they feel good?", he asked.

"Thank you", you groaned, wiggling your toes, "yes, it's a nice feeling, I might actually take these up after little one joins us, but they're a pain to get out", you offered, kissing his forehead and helping him get up, "let's go and enjoy the sunny day!", you cheered.

After getting ready, you met the rest of the group by the pool, the guys already in the water while the girls preferred to stay in the sun.

"Are you going us or joining them?", Michael wondered, "I'm going in the water, I've had enough of cold, gloomy days", you said, finding the steps so you could ease into the water. Taking off the cover up and throwing it to your chair, everyone's eyes travelled to your uncovered bump.

"Come here", Lance stretched his arms and beckoned you to approach him, chest and hair dripping wet since he had jumped in. Wrapping your arm around his waist, his right hand went to your bump immediately, "does he ever unlatch from your bump? Or is he always keeping his girls within arm reach distance?", Benjamin chuckled. It was all friendly banter and he was genuinely happy for his friends.

"A good mix of both", you confessed, "It's all new territory and we're going through all of this together. Besides, I've been feeling very clingy and wanting to start nesting, so I'm probably the one attached to him", you blushed.

"I want to float for a bit, your sister said that the best thing she did for her back pain when she was pregnant was relieve the pressure by being in the water", you held your husband's hand, getting ready to let yourself fall on your back.

"We're standing by here just in case you start sinking down like a nail", Mark noted with a giggle, making the boys do a circle around you and Lance as you kicked your legs up.

After a few moments of finding your balance, gravity and all things physics worked as your bump and chest rose up, poking out of the water while you floated, "Y/N! This is such a cute pick! Little one with all her uncles protecting you both!", Evie exclaimed, getting her phone and snapping a few pictures at the moment.

"Now move away, I want to snap a few of just Y/N, she looks glorious", she complimented as the boys swam away, "gorgeous, mama, absolutely gorgeous".

"It feels good", you moaned, "I feel so light weight, like, feather-light", you smiled when you saw Lance look back at you, "we can look into it when we go back home, anything to make you more comfortable, sweetheart", he said, kissing your lips before he held your ankles, moving your body as you giggled, not noticing Evie recording the video she claimed was "for when the little princess grows up and wants to know what love is". Her parents would be the best example and this one of the many moments to show it.

When you got back to the lounging chairs, carefully rubbing sun protection cream on before laying down, the boys started playing Padel in the court the house you rented had, shouts and groans heard while you and the girls got some colour on your skin.

"They're just little boys sometimes, aren't they?", Anna noted, seeing Lance and her boyfriend bicker about a foul.

"In some ways, I guess, but it's good they have eachother to spend time with, Goodness knows I won't play that", Evie sneered, "would you, Y/N?".

"What? Play Padel?", they nodded, "I've played with Lance before, with the other drivers and their partners. I'm not that great, but I'm not nearly as competitive as them, so I just play for the fun of it. Lance was kind enough to invite me out of it when he Charles were fighting for the first place in their Driver's Padel Championship", you chuckled.

"I love these dresses on you", Lance complimented, his hand grabbing yours and twirling you around, smiling when you faced him again and kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, my love", you added, seeing Michael return with the passes for the race, "we're all set guys, c'mon!", he nudged, handing everyone their pass before you walked to the entrance, a couple of photographers taking pictures and a group of fans asking Lance for autographs.

"That's where we will be", you pointed to the hospitality, walking in and choosing somewhere to sit. While you, Evie and Anna enjoyed this racing series, you were planning to stay on sofas while the boys were standing against the balcony railing so they could watch the race.

Throughout the weekend, you couldn't help but notice how Lance had been having so much fun with the boys, making a mental note to do these things more often when you had the opportunity.

He said something and loudly laughed, bringing your attention to him before your daughter made herself known, "it's daddy, I know", you smiled, rubbing your bump.

"She always kicks when he laughs?", Evie cooed, "My goodness, if you two don't stop being so cute, I'm next", she let out a groan.

"Yes, or when he speaks to the bump very closely. The books say she's able to recognise his voice, and it's very cute", you smiled, "although the bigger she gets, she'll soon start kicking my bladder".

"Wooo-ooh!", Lance said as you assumed the race was going well, looking back to check on you and blowing you a kiss.

The vineyard was truly stunning and, despite not taking part in the wine tasting for obvious reasons, you were having a great time.

"Are you also having lunch here? Our chef has done an excellent tasting menu", the young woman offered.

"We already have BBQ booked", Lance stated, "since my wife can't drink right now, we're giving her one of her pregnancy cravings. Maybe next time we visit", he nodded.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were guided to the table, placing your things down and looking at the menu.

"Can you order for me, please? I really have to go to the bathroom", you wondered as Evie said she was going with you.

When the waiter came back, to the table, he started taking everyone's order, tapping on the iPad as they went along the table, "Can you just make sure the meat is cooked through, please? My wife is pregnant", Lance told the waiter, "absolutely, sir", before he left.

"You really get a kick out of it everytime you say she's pregnant, don't you?", his friend teased, "don't get me wrong, I think it's cute actually", Mark smiled.

"Of course I do, the woman I love is having our baby", Lance cooed, seeing you walk to the table back from the bathroom.

"And she looks incredibly gorgeous while she does it!", Anna said, "she's glowing, really. You guys are going to be such great parents, can't wait to meet the little princess".

"Neither can we, but soon enough", you smiled, accepting Lance's hand and holding it in yours, "soon enough".

#lance stroll imagine #lance stroll fanfic #lance stroll x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #lance stroll fluff

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hmshermitcraft · 11 months ago

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Tw // sh (picking and stuff)

The reason Etho covers 90% of himself is not a confidence thing, oh no! It is a "I will pick and pick and pick until I have no skin left" thing. Etho's plenty confident! He looks great and he knows it!! Etho is also plenty self aware and he knows that he literally cannot help himself.

It's not even a conscious thing, he does it without thinking and only realizes when he draws blood and nobody wants that!!

Before he had a simple medical mask and cotton gloves with lil grippies on em and he'd wear long sleeves and generally be ok. When he met the hermits he was me with the expected level of "what's up with the gloves and the mask there mon frére?" And they were very nice about it!

Cleo, resident seamstress, made him a whole bunch of new masks, some plain, some with funny faces on them, some with cute patterns, the works! And they're soft and much more breathable than anything he has previously!

Bdubs got him better gloves for working and handling redstone and terrain, and big warm ones for winter. He even got some actual mining gloves too, which cut down on blisters which cut down on picking (sneaky win).

Grian got him thin covers for his arms during the summer, Beef keeps buying him new compression socks, Joel got him lots of chapstick with lots of fun flavors for when he wants to try going maskless.

And at the end of every month, Joe repaints his nails, long and sharp and dangerous things that Etho fights to keep.

-s (who is having a Very Rough Time. i wanna keep my nails dammit!!!)

It's a fun compromise for something Etho used to be ashamed of. Before it did feel a bit like he was hiding and he didn't want to. It sucked being so covered up all the time, but picking the fluff from his shirt was better than tearing off another scab before it healed.

Now, though, he feels like this is part of his fashion. He can accessorise, he can mix and match. It's not a necessity but something he can have fun with and use as another means to express himself.

It makes it more special that so many of the items are gifts from the hermits. It just shows they accept him and his weird quirks. He fits perfectly with the rest of them.

#hermitshipping #ask #etho tag #cleo tag #bdoubleo tag #polyhermits #s anon #mod 🎀#self harm tw #skin picking tw #anon we are shaking hands #though im the opposite i keep my nails super short lmao

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mommys-puppy-tgirl · 10 months ago

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Two blue screens

I wrote a lesbian robot puppy girl short story. Please enjoy :3 also the pov character is trans.

Pulling into the driveway, I stepped out of the car. Thebsweet smelling rain cascaded across my face, through my hair and soaking into my clothes on the brief stride to the front door. I fumble with the keys, sliding through three on my ring before finding the right one, all the while the water and wind sap my heat. I turn the key, open the door, and step inside, dripping water on the hardwood floors with a plop. I shut the door, remove my wet black sneakers and socks, hanging both on an empty coatrack.

From upstairs I hear my favorite thing. An excited “Woof” compressed and taken from Nintendo’s ds game “Nintendogs.” Following the sweet audio came a rumble of a heavy chassis across carpeting floor and then a “slump,” “bump” and “crash” as my beautiful girlfriend rolls down the stairs in an excited heap, her mechanical tail wagging. She quickly corrects her pose and rises to her feet to embrace me, squeezing tight enough to hinder my breathing.

Hal-E is my adorable robot girlfriend, her tummy and face each having a monitor like a Nintendo DS. The tummy screen currently has nintendogs open and all the necessary buttons to play of ones favorite Nintendo game on it. The bumpers are on her sides and the cartridge slot is hidden on her back. She wears a crop top and booty shorts so that heat can vent properly, and to cover more explicit ports. across her exposed metal are numerous stickers of bands, anime, cute animals, and flowers

I squeeze back, but stop saying. “Wait wait, I’m all wet. Down girl.”

A small green light flicks on when she hears the order. In an instant she gets on her knees, hands on her lap, and stairs up with the same dumb, cute, adorable smile she always has when I come home. I’m already colder without her natural heaters pressed against my body. So I’ll have to go quick so I can feel her again.

“Puppy, wait for me in our bedroom,” I said as I walked into the other room.

HAL-Es green light turned on and she said “I love you,” scampered up the stairs. She’s a robotic puppy girl all the way through. When we first got together she was just a robot girl, but she had fun exploring the internet and discovered puppy play. It was a recursive file in her memory banks. She pleaded with me to make a program that would help fulfill her dreams. As a programmer, I stayed up all night for a week and fulfilled her wishes and embedded it in that nintendogs cartridge. She can take it out any time she wants. But she loves it too much to ever stop being my good girl.

Now alone I removed my wet clothes and grabbed a towel from the linen closet. I ran the cotton across my skin and removed the water from it, but the cold remained. The rain left a lasting chill deep within me, and brought all the grime from that days work to the surface. Now I need my puppy to wash it all away. I walked upstairs to our shared room, opened rhe door and saw HAL-E sitting on the bed. She too was uncovered, revealing the stickers placed upon her breasts. It reads “if lost, please return to Marcy.” When I see that sticker I can’t help but bite my lip.

HAL-Es eyes widened as I entered the room, her mechanical tail wagging faster and faster, smacking against the pillows with a loud “whomp” over and over again. I could tell she wanted to jump out of bed and hug me, tackle me down and kiss me all over. She made sharp pushes against the bed, false starts as she contained her excitement. As I slowly approached the bed, I heard her cooling fans activate, pumping heat out from her head and torso to keep her from overheating. She whimpers, desperate to be played with, for someone to touch her controls and insert data into her.

“Look at how eager you are… so patient… so good…” I said, my voice shifting to a soft sultry tone. “Good girl. Do you want belly rubs?”

She let out another whimper, then a compressed yap. She rolled onto her back and looked up, her digital eyes filled with a burning heat and desire. Her vents pumped warm air all over my legs, a heat that threatened to drag me down onto her. I wanted to take it all, all her warmth and embrace her. But not yet, first we play the game.

“Good girl,” I said, rubbing my hands all over her chassis, my fingers touching the lower ds screen and sending signals into her brain. Several green lights flicked on and off as I touched her, telling me how much she enjoyed it. She was officially in “good girl mode” and now all pleasure and sensations are heightened. Just a tap of her screen sends waves of energy through her circuitry. if she wasn’t on her charging leash no doubt she would lose power.

I moved my position between her legs and told her to keep her head up. Laying down on her warm body was like a car running car in the winter, so warm it melted any ice still within my skin. I placed my thumbs on the buttons and +pad and my index fingers on her bumpers. She squirmed with each button press, the good feelings programmed into her mind. I didn’t have to play for long, for her it would feel like hours of pleasure.

Nintendogs is always a fun time, espreciallt when my girlfriend moans every time I press a buotton. Every time I play with a puppy I’m playing with her mind, and every treat given is a treat she feels. Her vents are pouring hot air, but when I check her power banks she is still charging. After 15 minutes, I pulled up her task manager, I saw how much her cpu and memory was full. All her processes were at their limit! “How about we turn some of these off…” I said.

“Ahh! Bark! W-what?” She struggled to make words after being a puppy for so long. But before she understood what was happening, I had limited her cognitive processes to 30% and boosted her pleasure centers to 120%. This was something she could turn back on if she wanted too, and was within our discussed limits. Messing with her mind, messing with her programming and messing with her wiring and attachments, she lived for it.

Now that she could only bark and whimper, reduced to my dumb, sweet, happy puppy, a puppy full of pleasure, I rose from between her legs and laid across her belly. My breasts pressed against hers, the sticker caught on my nipple, teasing me unintentionally and reminding me how much I love this woman. The warmth exuding from her chest was burning hot and nipples like fresh dripped candle wax. My eyes locked with hers, those digital girl eyes. I locked my lips with her synthetic lips just below her top screen.

Her silicon lips were warm and soft. What others see as fake, to me they were realer than any other. My tongue slid between them, and I felt the zap of her hidden mouth port. The tingle only made me want her more. I kissed and kissed, she squirmed and moaned into my mouth. It was delicious. Her hands were spazzing, fighting the urge to touch the port between her legs. She knew I’d get there later.

I shifted my weight, so that my knees were on her arms and my dick between her breasts. “Be a good puppy…” I said, my voice containing my eagerness, “and suck mommy’s cock.” Her hot lips on my skin almost made me explode, her sensation, her obedience, her eagerness. I own her, and she loves it, and I love it. The jolt of her energy through my body called me to thrust into her mouth, her synthetic tongue caressing the head. Now I had to hold myself back from explosion. I needed to hold off the building tension from below, calling me to unload inside my puppy’s mouth. “She would love it, mommy’s hot cum inside her,” I thought. The devil in me told me to do it, ruin her hot mouth, short circuit her brain with my love. But no. Not yet. I can’t.

My puppy’s eagerness brought her sensual blowjob from a savoring to devouring. Her dumb, sweet, gorgeous puppy programming needed her to get my cum. But I had to keep it from her, like waving a toy over a dogs head, beckoning it to jump for it, only to snatch the toy away before they can lock their jaws into it. I let her go fast, but now I needed to stop before I gave her the prize.

“Good girl, drop it.”

She immediately stopped, but her eyes were confused, begging me to let her keep going. She was hungry for it. She couldn’t even move her arms to bring me back in. She just had to wait, like a good puppy. The Denial fed her eagerness, she needed a release. She needed to fuck her mpmmy so bad, and I could tell.

“Let’s use the gba port.” The gameboy had an insane amount of device attachments to go with different games or products. The attachment we are going to use was not a commercially made device, but Etsy creators sold these for anyone who had a Nintendo DS branded robotic girlfriend who wanted to get kinky. With a little luck, I managed to get a hold of the attachment before they were shut down by a classic Nintendo cease and desist.

From the bedside table, I pulled out a Gameboy advanced dick attachment with vibration and cum functionality. I plugged in the cock to the gba port between HAL-E’s legs (it was placed there to mimic the ds’ original design and got past Nintendo censors). As soon as it connected, the cock hardened and throbbed. The temperature of the dick rose, using it as a heat sink. Her artificial cum leaked out like a doctor checking a syringe before inserting it and I was the patient. I poured lube all over her cock and stroked her twice to get it all over.

I laid on the bed, my legs in the air and my butt propped up against the pillows. My cock leaked across my front, and my asshole puckered. I put my hands on my cheeks and spread them, beckoning my sweet puppy closer. “Be good girl, Fuck mommy��”

Her desperate puppy eyes guided her as HAL-E moved forward and pressed her warm robot cock against my greedy asshole. She moaned and glitched moan, one that splintered and drowned out her screaming fans. Her cocks head pressed into my ass, spreading it and filling me up with her love. Unlike the doctor, she pushed her cock jn and out. “Arf” and “bark” came from her speakers with every thrust. Her eyes were locked on mine and our hands intwinned. Our love was one, her heat and mine, a building cycle. Her glitchy moans. She’s going to cum.

She’s speeding up. Im moaning, she’s barking, she’s such a good girl, such a good puppy. I’m going to reward her so good. “Good girl. Good puppy.” She speeds up again. Faster. Harder. Desperation rising. My cock tenses. I can feel her cock rubbing against my special spot. “Cum with mommy.”

She barks in response, my beautiful dumb puppy.

“3.”

She speeds up, I’m losing control of my voice and moans.

“2.”

She’s overheating, her fans on overtime, my body is so hot too, I love her so much.

“1.”

Her cock is tensing, but she won’t cum until I say. She’s a good girl.

“Good girl… cum.”

We both cum, as she pins be down with her robot body. She locks her cock inside my Ass to make sure I feel her pulsating eruption within me. Such a good puppy. Her screens both turn blue as the pleasure and heat overloads her. It’s too much, her lips lock with mine as she reboots.

Meanwhile I erupt all over our tummies. First on mine, then hers as she leans over to reboot. With deep breaths I embrace her, I give my darling puppy robot girl all of my love. I kiss her lips, sticking my tongue in and moaning “HAL-E” with every thrust. “Good girl.”

I spent 2 minutes with her as she rebooted. It was quiet, broken by a few clicks as the systems worked through and reset to normal levels. With every moment I fell more and more in love with HAL-E, all over again. But every time I couldn’t help but get scared. She doesn’t always blue screen, but when she does I can’t help but worry. She’s told me 100 times that it’s harmless, but I still get nervous.

After those two minutes to calm down, she woke up. Her eyes bright, “hey cutie” she said. Those words made my heart melt. I kissed her again and again, and forever into the night.

(This was written in my notes app, sorry for any typos) :3

#puppy sub #robot girl #transfem #trans #Nintendo ds #wholesome

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flyingwargle · 4 months ago

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it's another day of practice for ejp raijin. the athletes file into the locker room, deposit their belongings in their assigned lockers, change into practice clothes, and head into the gym carrying towels, water bottles, knee pads, compression sleeves, and other protective gear.

suna would join them, but he has a conundrum. you see, he left his apartment in a rush this morning, having stayed up late last night on a call with his boyfriend, deeply engaged in a debate about whether pancakes were superior or waffles (suna prefers waffles, personally). he barely fell asleep before his alarm woke him up, and he slept through the subsequent snoozes. that meant he didn't have time to double-check his gym bag, a habit he got into after accidentally taking ginjima's bag home in high school. there's no chance that this bag wouldn't be his, but you know what he could've checked?

his clothes.

as an adult living on his own, he established routines to ensure he wouldn't forget things like a clueless high schooler, such as packing the night before and keeping spares in his locker for days when he does forget.

it's because of these routines that screwed him over, though. every weekend, he brings those clothes to wash, and because of last night, he didn't have time to pack them beforehand, nor throw them into his bag before leaving. so now, the only clothes he does have are his usual shorts, socks and court shoes, and, for whatever reason, an onigiri miya t-shirt.

suna and osamu don’t share clothes – at least, not intentionally. he can count on one hand the times that osamu wore his team jacket because it was the first one on the hook, or when suna wore his pullover after osamu forgot it. these moments were all accidental, not at all planned.

but this? this seems planned. unless it wasn't, and suna just doesn't remember when he put the shirt in there. it's not like there's a shortage of them either, not when he's dating the man who produced them.

"you better get changed soon," komori calls out to him from across the locker room. "we have to get out there in five."

"yeah, yeah." suna holds the t-shirt up. it's black, short-sleeved, with an onigiri over the heart, onigiri miya's logo on the back. he tugs his shirt off to pull it on, a bit tight in some areas but he can survive. probably. it's all cotton, so it'll be gross at the end of practice, but that's what washing machines are for.

he changes into his shorts, laces his court shoes, carries his compression sleeves with his water bottle out. komori joins him, whistling a formless tune, until- "what's with your shirt?"

"what about it?"

"you're a walking advertisement. does your boyfriend need more publicity?"

suna tugs on the end of his shirt where it rides up with the slightest arm raise. "i didn't pack my usual shirts, and this is the only one in my bag."

"huh." komori pulls his compression sleeves on. "i see."

"see what? i don't."

"i see that you're whipped."

"it's either this, or i practice shirtless."

"i bet osamu would pay to see that."

they join their teammates, sprawled across the court to stretch. washio glances at them, eyes lingering on suna's shirt. "i didn't know you had a part-time job." his tone is mischievous. "it must be a long commute."

"the lengths he'd go to, just to help his one and only," komori agrees.

"i'm right here," suna deadpans. "it's just a shirt. stop making a big deal out of it."

"can't we tease our lover boy? especially now, when you're clearly wearing your boyfriend's shirt."

"he has a closet full of these. who's to say this isn't a fresh one pulled from the shelf?"

coach enters the gym, clipboard in hand, an entourage of assistants behind him. "let's get started." he stops short, sniffing the air. "is it me, or does it smell like rice vinegar?"

all eyes turn to suna. he coughs behind his hand to hide the blush creeping in his cheeks.

practice goes as well as he expects, with wolf whistles whenever his shirt rides up to reveal his toned abs, and jokes about his new job, helping with advertisement, or, thanks to komori, a preliminary test for when his jersey says miya on the back instead of suna. he grumbles his way out of the locker room, away from the teasing, and finally gets freedom when he starts the commute home.

he waits until his evening call with osamu to complain, starting off after exchanging pleasantries. "did you put an onigiri miya t-shirt in my gym bag?"

"uh." osamu's pause is unconvincing. "no?"

"i suffered through an entire practice session because it was the only shirt i had." suna is sprawled on his loveseat, feet dangling over the ledge. "the guys kept making jokes."

"sounds like ya had a fun time."

"it was annoying. they kept asking if we made some publicity deal, or if i got a new job." he remembers what komori said. "or if i wanted to see how my back would like with your name on it."

osamu laughs. "i thought ya said we weren't gonna change our surnames?"

"i don't want to have any connection with miya atsumu, so no, not until he's retired, or i am."

"but yer fine havin' a connection with me."

"odd question to ask, boyfriend of five years." suna rolls his eyes with a smile. "tell me about your day."

"well, i woke up late 'cause of a certain boyfriend of five years-"

"you weren't the only one."

"so i didn't have time ta really get ready. i just put on the first shirt i found an' it wasn't 'till openin' that kobayashi pointed out that i wasn't wearin' my usual shirt. ya know what it was instead?"

suna blinks. "don't tell me-"

"i'll show ya."

the video call request comes a minute later, and osamu appears on screen. he's holding his phone away to show off his yellow-and-white t-shirt that's slightly too big on him. the ejp raijin logo is in the corner.

"how did that get over there?" suna asks incredulously. "i wore it on friday."

osamu shrugs. "magic?"

"well, i want it back. your shirt is nice and all, but it isn't breathable."

"yeah, i want mine back, too. it ain't right makin' onigiri if my shirt doesn't smell lile rice vinegar."

suna snorts. "what does it smell like, then?"

a pause. then, "you."

he should've seen that coming. a blush creeps onto his face, which he hides behind his arm, mumbling into his sleeve. "i'm not doing any more publicity for you."

"not that i ever needed it."

"okay, boyfriend who owns a very successful business."

osamu chuckles, light and sweet. "lemme see yer face 'fore i hang up. i'm goin' fer drinks with some geezers on the block."

"don't drink too much." suna lowers his arm down. "and don't spill beer on my shirt. rice vinegar is okay, though."

"gotcha. i'll do that tomorrow."

"i was kidding."

"i'm not. good night, boyfriend who's an olympian an' the love of my life."

that pulls a smile from him. "good night."

(they never get their shirts back from each other.)

#flyingwargle original #drabble #haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabble #miya osamu #sunaosa #suna rintarou #komori motoya #washio tatsuki #ejp raijin #post timeskip #can you tell that i have a love hate relationship with romance tropes

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shamrockqueen · 1 year ago

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Thigh Rider

Pairing : Yuri Boyka X Reader

Warnings : PWP, Thigh riding, Thigh humping, dirty talk in a Russian accent.

Word count : 1239

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He traced his thumb over the quote as he read it over a second time.

У человека все в руках, и все ускользает сквозь пальцы от чистой трусости (Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.)

He would remember to hold onto all of the gifts he has been given thus far from now until the very end of his days. A warm bed, a loving home, and a beautiful woman that holds tightly in her hand the key to his once cold and icy heart.

She stood not far from where he sat, peering past the kitchen doorway and into the living room towards him, reading his book as he rested in an armchair.

He was strong, thick of frame, with short dark hair still shaved at the sides with a thick strip down the center as he always had it. A thachy goatee circles his pink lips as he runs his tongue between them in thought as his dark brown eyes search over each page.

You only stood by your hiding spot near the doorway as you watched him, envious of the simple hardback as it stole his attention from you. You craved what you greedily took every day to always have his eyes and hands on you. So much so that you wished he’d look up from his book and back at you.

As if he heard your thoughts, he did just as they asked, pulling his gaze from the pages and directing it towards you. You nearly tried to head under his now-heavy watch, ducking sheepishly towards the edge of the doorway.

He knew what you wanted; it was always too easy to tell. Whoever you hid from like this, it meant you wanted something naughty but couldn’t work up the courage to ask.

"Speak," he called out, his accent minimal with just the one-word phrase. His deep voice booming throughout the adjoining rooms. He didn’t like playing silly games with you. If you want something from him, you’ll have to ask; otherwise, you’ll go without.

"I-I just wanted to…to see you." You answered back, as meek as ever. He hated it when you acted fearful, like a shivering lamb standing before a snarling wolf. He was your cuddly bear, and you were his wily fox.

He set his book on the table beside him and gestured for you to approach. He needn’t ask twice, but at first you only hesitantly leave your perch by the doorway to approach him.

"Quit playing mouse. You make a far better pussycat." His voice came out as a low growl, a thick Russian purr erupting from his tightly gritted teeth.

You weren’t fooling anybody.

You trot over and nearly throw yourself onto his lap to cry like the spoiled brat you were. You only wanted his attention. You never felt more special than when you had all of him to yourself, so now that he was yours again, you buried yourself in the white cotton fabric of the chest of his thin tank top. It was coupled with the compressive gym shorts he’d worn when he worked out in the garage.

You were clad in one of your little white dresses and a pair of frilly white socks, but nothing else. It left your breasts to press freely against the soft fabric and your core to be grazed by the cool air of the room.

One of your legs is wedged between his so that your knee nudged his covered cock, but the other nearly dangled over his leg and off the chair, letting your bare pussy press to his equally unencumbered thigh.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering into his shoulder, "I just wanted some attention."

It wasn’t untrue, but he could tell you had wanted far more than a little of his focus, mainly by the way he could feel your slick little cunny pressing against his skin.

He bumps you with his leg like he’s bouncing you in his lap, making you little pussy rub against him faster than you had done yourself.

You whine just the way he likes. That shrill squeak let him know he could twitch at you however he wanted. But, what he wanted to see was you getting off all by yourself on his thick thigh.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to press your pretty pussy against me, right Kukla?" He spoke with a deep laugh as he looked over the beautiful display before him.

You nod vigorously with a "yes, yes please," all desperate as you palm his cock, only to have your fingers swatted away.

"You want to cum, do it yourself!" He huffed like an angry bull before bouncing his leg from under you, dragging it along your exposed flower, and ruffling your folds.

Your face turns a hot red as you do as you’re told, spreading your cunt slowly along his thigh before pressing hard and pushing your hips back up towards his pelvis.

"Good girl, Kukla" His chest rumbled as he spoke.

You give a whimper before dragging and pushing your hips again, making your little flower drool all over him. He’s goading you on as your pussy sucks at his bare thigh.

Your body shuttered with each drag of your hips and bump of his thigh. All while he looked down at you and chuckled to himself. This little game was fun, but the sight of you riding just his leg was driving him almost equally as crazy, making his cock stiffen from where it was tightly confined in his shorts. It was time to end this quickly so he could bury himself inside your sweet cunt.

"Cum, baby, I know you can." His words drip right off his tongue with a thick Russian drawl. It spurs you on to quicken your pace, chasing that sweet, fluttery release.

He bounces you on his knee as you try to shuck your cunt along his leg. As he’s grinning wolfishly down at you, his precious little doll is fucking herself against his leg like a horny brat.

You’re crying into the air as your nails dig into his skin, making him hiss. You shake your hips as his leg still shakes below you to tease you to your finish.

His little doll sings for him so shrill, loud, and beautiful that he could just wrap his thick, hard arms around you and grind you down on his leg until you’re creaming all over his skin.

Your movements are furious, but your mind is blinded by a burst of white lights, turning your little brain all hazy. You can’t think, and you only whine and cry as you spill slick all over his skin.

Your body feels too heavy to continue, but your hips propel you slowly as you ride each wave until it pulls you under and you're collapsing against his shoulder as he chuckles nice and low and hungry.

"Is my Kukla tired already?" He says as he pushes your hips off of his leg until you're further into his lap and your sensitive core is pressed against the hard bulge in his shorts, "You have no more energy for me?"

Like a dimming flame doused with kerosene, the drag of your cunt over the outline of his cock has you burning up for him all over again.

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sockscarving · 13 days ago

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Your Guide to Different Types of Socks

Crew length, no-show, sports, ankle, winter—there are many different types of socks available in the market. Which socks to wear with different footwear: loafers, sports shoes, etc.? Which socks to wear to the office, gym, etc.? Which socks to wear in summer and winter?

In this article, we’ll show you the different types of socks based on length and where and how to wear them.

No-show socks

As the name suggests, No-show socks are socks that only cover the toes and heel part of the feet, and sometimes even the top part of the feet. These socks are designed in such a way that they are invisible outside the shoes. These come in 2-3 variants in which the coverage of the feet varies. They have a silicon grip on the heel part to prevent slipping.

No-show socks go well with low-top shoes like loafers, sneakers, boat shoes, and slip-on shoes. They can be worn with ankle-length and short bottoms like shorts, chinos, and cropped trousers. They are good for casual outfits but may not look good with formal outfits.

Ankle-length socks

Ankle-length socks are a sweet spot between no-show and crew-length socks, touching the ankle. These socks cover your feet to the ankle and are one of the most common socks types. They are visible, unlike the no-show socks.

Ankle-length socks can be worn with low-top shoes and ankle boots. Since they are visible, they are more appropriate for casual occasions. These socks can also be worn for light sports activities. They serve the purpose of wearing socks while giving a casual look.

Crew-length socks

Crew-length socks are one of the most commonly found socks in the stores. The length of these socks goes up to the beginning of the calf.

Crew-length socks are good to wear with high-top shoes, hiking boots, and other shoes that go above the ankle. These are good for formal, casual, and sports. These socks can be worn for running, hiking, etc. They can also be worn every day, especially in winter, to keep your feet warm. They come in different materials, like cotton, terry cotton, etc.

Calf-length socks

Calf-length socks are longer than crew-length socks and go up to the calf. These socks come in different lengths—midcalf, calf, and over the calf. Midcalf ones go halfway up to the calf and over the calf go up to the knees.

Calf-length socks are mostly worn with formal wear and uniforms, sportswear, and to keep legs warm during the winter. They are good for those who wear suits and formal suits every day.

Knee-length socks

Knee-length socks are commonly worn to keep legs warm in the winter. The length of these socks goes above the knee. They can also be used as leg warmers, as they are long enough to cover most of the leg part.

Knee-length socks are generally worn with casual outfits or as everyday wear. Women can style knee-length with skirts and shorts to keep themselves warm during winter.

Thigh-high socks

Generally worn for warmth or fashion, thigh-high socks go up to the middle of the thigh. These socks have an elastic band or garter belt on top so that the socks don’t slip down.

Thigh-high socks are also worn for some winter sports.

Some more types of socks

Compression socks

Compression socks are used to improve blood flow and reduce pain and swelling in the legs. These socks are tighter than regular socks and come in different lengths and sizes. These are especially beneficial for those who have varicose veins.

Winter socks

Winter socks are like regular socks, which are made of a different material that is warm. The material used to make these socks is wool and terry cotton. They keep your feet warm in winter and come in different lengths.

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Grip socks

Grip socks are socks with a rubber layer on the sole to prevent slipping. These socks are used in sports like football and rugby, where foot stability is very important. Other than sports, these socks can also be worn to do pilates, yoga, and trampolining.

How do I find the right socks?

There are a few things that you need to consider when choosing socks for yourself.

Material: The fabric of the socks should be breathable and lightweight. Breathable socks help in keeping the feet dry and odour-free. Natural fabrics like cotton and bamboo are more breathable than synthetic fabrics like nylon and polyester.

Socks length: The length and fit of the socks should be proper. The length of the socks depends upon the type of footwear and outfit you’re wearing. The fit of the socks should be snug and comfortable.

Cushioning and support: If you are an athlete, your socks should have a level of cushioning and sometimes even compression to make it comfortable to play.