#crazy ngl not sure how to process that but

[thebyter]

i read this one uu fic where ash knows tht spoke is spoke inthe mafia episode and its lkke him giving spoke a ceremony outfit and its kinda gay with all of the caressing and shit but idk if i like them that way Id prefer to see them in a toxic platonic way but the author might make them kiss if they make a sequel but ill pretend that its a cheek kiss instead if they do

[lilianne-tarot]

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── .✦ PILE I

OHHHH this pile is defination of “I’m jealous, but I will NEVER admit it.” Your future spouse is doing CRAZY STUFF to keep their jealousy under control, but you will feel it. Oh, you WILL feel it.

BABY. This is a long-game kind of love. A soulmate kind of bond. And listen, when someone sees you as their person, their one-and-only, their forever, there is no way in HELL they’re just sitting back while some random tries to get cute with you. i see that your people pile number 1, they don’t react right away. Oh no, no, no. They marinate in that jealousy in their mind. The 7 of Pentacles tells me they watch, observe, process before making a move. Like, imagine someone getting a little too friendly with you at a party. Your future spouse, Sitting there, giving a polite but stone-cold stare, studying every move of that person. They’re literally taking mental notes: Did you laugh a little too hard at that joke? Did you lean in slightly? Are they standing too close? But instead of acting on impulse, they sit there, pretending they’re totally fine (they are NOT fine). When i look at 2 of cups illustration, i feel like, they realy enjoy your company, like A LOT, and when someone else invades this space, they hate that with all their heart. 

 OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUNNY. This is that passive-aggressive, sulking, “I’m not mad, I just think it’s funny how…” behavior. They are so in their jealousy, but will they admit it? Absolutely not. Instead, they suddenly lose interest in whatever’s happening. They’re like, “Oh, you’re talking to that person? Wow. That’s so great for you. Anyway, I’ll just be over here…..” They might even act a little distant, maybe even hit you with the classic “It’s nothing, I’m fine” while literally radiating “I am NOT fine” energy. this person is not about to lose their cool in front of you Instead, they suddenly start acting very serious, very focused on something else. They’ll be like, “Oh, I have an email to answer,” or “I need to check something on my phone”. I get the naive energy from your future spouse, like very youthful and maybe little immature because they want you to ONLY themselves. AND THEN. THE JUDGEMENT CARD. This is when they snap back into reality and realize, Oh wait. I’m literally in a relationship with them. They love me. What am I doing? This is where they have that internal wake-up call. They’ll come back to you, realigned, refocused, remembering that you’re their soulmate (2 of Cups energy, baby!!). And THEN, instead of being petty, they’ll drop some casual reassurance-seeking comment like, “So… you seemed to be having fun with them, huh?”, AKA making sure or you to say they had nothing to worry about.

But overall, ill definitely say that They aren’t the type to lash out in jealousy, but you WILL notice the change. The silence, the avoidance, the fake distraction tactics. It’s subtle but LOUD. But at the end of the day? The Judgment card seals the deal, they always come back to their senses, realizing that duh, you’re theirs and they’re yours. And the second you reassure them? BOOM. They’re back to their normal, confident self. These people would give their everything just to be in your company. Very sulky baby energy ngl. They’re not explosive, but they are silently suffering. And bestie, if you ever call them out on it? OH BOY. Expect a very defensive “What? I wasn’t jealous. That’s ridiculous.” … Sure, babe. Sure.

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── .✦ PILE II

Alright, so the first thing I’m catching here is contrast, we’ve got the King of Cups and Temperance trying so hard to play it cool, acting all mature, controlled, and balanced. Then we have The Devil, and that too right in the middle of the spread. The sentence i would immedtly say here is, your future spouse is going to be OBSESSED WITH YOU. It’s the internal battle of “I’m unbothered” vs. “I will die if I see you entertaining someone else.” they try to move past jealousy logically, like, “It’s fine, I trust them”, but The Devil says, “But what if they find someone better?” . And then BAM, Two of Cups swoops in and reminds them that you two are soulmates, and there’s no competition, but oh boy, they still feel it. THIS person gets so confused when it comes to you i can clearly see that by the mixed enrgies from the spread, they are hit with SOO MANY emotions all at once but one theme is prominent, they are SUPERRRRR obsessed with you. 

This is giving “jealous but won’t let it show” energy which is just like pile 1 but the energy here is more obsessed type, cause pile 1 was more on the cuter and naive side. Your FS is the type to mask their jealousy under cool composure. They are emotionally intelligent, self-restraint,. If someone flirts with you in front of them, they will not cause a scene will make things very obvious. Whenever they would see someone getting wayyy to close to you they are hit with the thought “ i need to rescue my person,” They will not act out immediately, but best believe they’ll remember it. And later? they’ll try to rationalize their emotions, convince themselves to let it go, but the Two of Cups suggests that deep down, they’ll need reassurance from you. Not that they don’t trust you, but rather, their feelings run deep and they just want to be reminded that you’re theirs.

The Devil is the obsessive thoughts creeping in at night, when they’re alone, replaying a moment over and over like, “Were they actually flirting? Was my FS enjoying it??” This isn’t toxic jealousy, it’s more of that “I don’t want to lose what’s mine” energy. I would say their super obsessive side is balanced by the presence of two of cups here so reagrless of anything, the’ll be the biggest shield of your relationship. You two have such a strong connection that even when jealousy creeps in, they ultimately trust your bond enough to not tuen into insecurity. But ohhh, they’ll find a way to remind you that you’re theirs, subtle, territorial gestures, low-key possessiveness in the most elegant way possible. These people are VERY CONDFIDENT. Expect things like a hand on your waist, pulling you closer mid-conversation, a little smirk when someone’s trying (and failing) to flirt with you. Casual dominance, bestie. (we all love that) 

The energy of this pile was super sexy ngl. good for my booktok girlies. 

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── .✦ PILE III

As soon as i looked at the spread the immediate thought hit me was, your future spouse is going to treat you like ROYALTY. So, picture this: Your future spouse? They’re so put together, they’ve got their life in check, they exude this natural confidence (like, they’re used to being the main character, okay?), and they don’t just casually do jealousy.no. this is a very secure energy. If they feel it, they feel it deep in their bones. It’s not dramatic, but it’s intensely present, not loud, but undeniable. The thing is, it’s not even about insecurity; it's about you being so precious to them that even the thought of someone else getting too close? Yeah, no, they’re not having it.

See, the Empress and the King of Wands together? That’s fire and devotion. You are the ultimate prize, the softest yet most powerful presence in their life, and they know it. And because they know it, they also know your worth, which means they see the way others see you too. Oh, and trust me, others see you. The way you glow? The way you hold yourself? The way you make even the most casual of interactions feel special? Yeah, your future spouse notices when someone starts acting just a little too friendly. And they don’t like it. The moment you get into a relationship with them, youre going to have the biggest glow up. 

This is where things get fun. So when they are jealous, They might not immediately lash out, but there’s definitely a shift, their words get a little sharper, they start inserting themselves into conversations they weren’t in before, and if they’re the more composed type, you’ll notice they suddenly have a lot to say about whoever is making them feel some type of way. But they’re so smooth with it. They’re not obvious. It’s like they play it off as if they’re just making an observation or a lighthearted joke, but there’s an edge to it. A warning. And if the other person doesn’t get the memo? Oh, honey. They will. Your person isn’t impulsive with their jealousy; they’re strategic about it. They’re the type to let people dig their own graves before stepping in. They’ll watch, wait, assess, is this just harmless interaction, or is someone really pushing it? And when they do step in? It’s game over. They’re asserting their presence, effortlessly, dominantly. It’s all in the control. They’ll make the other person feel like they’ve already lost before they even realized they were in a competition.

But bestie, the real magic? It’s in the aftermath. Because once you’re alone? OHHH. This is when their softness creeps in. The Page of Cups peeks through in the smallest ways, they won’t outright admit they were jealous (I mean, duh, pride), but suddenly they’re extra affectionate, extra attentive. And the cutest part? Deep down, they know they have nothing to worry about. You’re theirs, and they’re yours, and that’s not changing. This is such a power duo because we have the empress as well as king of cups in the spread. But bestie, the way they still can’t help but get a little possessive? ADORABLE. They’re not the type to get insecure, but they are the type to make sure that everyone—including you, knows exactly where they stand. They’re the King of Wands, after all. They own their throne, and they protect what’s theirs.

They don’t control, you’re free to do whatever you want, but ohhh, they will make sure you NEVER forget who you belong to. 😌🔥

And honestly That’s hot.

Now tell me, I need to know what divine force blessed you with this person. 💀💀

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[ashtxrie]

due 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen hyungs as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen hyungs x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total MAKNAE LINE VER.

이희승 — lee heeseung

varsity jackets, notes in lockers, late night calls, secret pining, basketball games

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

he's on the varsity basketball team, so by law you're hyping him up (disguised as hyping up the whole team) before the game and now he has to win!!! (plus he made a bet with jay about the team's winning streak)

i'd think that you two are closer than acquaintances but don't know each other well enough to be close friends

you guys probably met through mutual friends groups that kind of merged????

it was junior year when he signed up for every ap class you took just to look at your face more often.

horrible move for his gpa, amazing move for his mental well-being

... that was, until his mental well-being was compromised again because his ap calc grades were... not sexy

"help like actually i don't think my coach will let me stay on the team if i fail another quiz like that 0.05% grade decrease might be the end of my career"

you start tutoring him not because you're super confident about your calc skills, but because 1) you're better than him at least 😂and 2) it's a free excuse to hang out with him after school

you guys have your first tutoring sessions over discord vc btw like LOSERS

"can you hear me okay"

"..."

"dude you're muted"

IT WAS BAD

he's got the popular guy on the outside, an absolute loser on the inside persona

like he's lowkey a romantically awkward dude

but once he got to know you a bit more from your 1 on 1 time (still on discord.) you guys got really close!

would talk shit together right before basketball matches too

"[name] make sure to start booing when the other team shows up because unfortunately i think they're actually really good"

you're really passionate about how the other schools have horrible players (regardless of stats) and love to narrate a play-by-play with heeseung after the match is over

he finally confessed to you after a whole business year (jake and riki were about to dox their private dms by then)

you guys are like those stereotypical high school movie it couples, where it seems like two gorgeous popular people fell in love

they don't need to know he's just a hopeless romantic!!

박종성 — park jongseong

blue ink, keyboard clicks, shared laughs, handwritten notes, guitar strings

you thought he was pretty intimidating at first ngl

first day of school and he has a whole pre-established friend group, somehow found a table to sit at, has an effortless air going for him

you were paired up with him for a group project in history and

god help this man is SO straightforward and to the point

"ok so i'll do this part and you can do those parts. let me know if you have questions."

insert working in SILENCE for the next hour and a half

at least you two got your work done though!

but then, as an icebreaker in the last ten minutes of class you asked:

"oh... so, uh, do you ever wonder how liquid soap was invented?"

girl wtf!

your internal thought processing was like ??? damn who said that??? before you realized it was YOU

fortunately for you, jay was not completely weirded out!

he even looked a bit interested!

VERY interested, actually!

and that's how he began google searching like crazy, pulling up a million wikipedia articles and scouring the internet to answer your question

because how did you know he was curious about that too!

he really went from 0 to 100 and wdym you thought this man was cold and stoic

he became a d1 yapper for a solid ten minutes, up until the second the bell rang

he was even subconsciously walking with you to your lunch spot, STILL talking about william sheppard and that day in 1865

when he stops and finally realizes where he is, he actually blinks a bit before asking if you had joined any lunchtime clubs

and you were like oh yeah!! i'm in guitar club

he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes at that tbh

HE WAS IN LOVE

wdym your interests were perfectly aligned???? was he in a soulmates au

fast forward three months, and he seriously thinks he's found The One

confesses to you after playing guitar!! and he wrote a handwritten letter too with a cheeky reference to that one liquid soap conversation that started it all

you never feel like you're being "too weird" when you're with him and you two can always be your candid goofy selves with each other :))

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

muji pens, fond eye rolls, sharing books, lunch dates, lattes, TI-84s

you already saw this one coming

physics lover jake, but you've deemed physics your number one opp

HOW can this man go "i love this subject so much omg" after you've just gotten your third 72% in a row?!

it's not like you weren't smart (the class average was a 55)

and it's not like you hated the subject itself

okay maybe you did

but you just thought there were so many other alternatives other than physics to fawn over as a favorite subject. like. ANY other subject

one day, you're seated next to jake in calc and he just turns to you and starts talking out of NOWHERE

he’s like wow isn’t this so interesting? calc is like a hobby of mine!!

and you’re like boy stfu??? i’m literally struggling how is this your pastime 

poor guy just wanted to make small talk and impress you with stuff he thought you were interested in… which is academics 

fast forward to that afternoon in history though, and tests are passed back

you're a certified humanities girl, so you got an 100!!! academic weapon

jake, however..... is kind of an academic shield in this case

on the midterm, he had written that the victorian era ended in 1592, and filled in everything else he didn't know with "mansa musa" because it was the only thing he retained from ap world

maybe you genuinely felt really bad for hating on him when he had struggles of his own, or maybe you felt really nice that day, or maybe you were secretly hoping to get to know him more....

either way, you don't know what came over you when you tapped on his shoulder

you missed how his eyes widened a bit when he turned around, and how he looked genuinely shocked that you were talking to him in an initiated conversation! maybe his rizz was working! (maybe it was)

"there's a method that i use to memorize terms that i could teach you, if you want"

IF HE WANTS??? he would've literally jumped with joy if the paper in front of him wasn't such a nuclear bomb to his gradebook

so that's how you suddenly started spending all your lunches sitting with jake at an empty table together

he tutors you back for physics and math too, so it's fair

and DAMN it works

suddenly you two are all-rounder academic weapons???? he has your back for STEM, you have his back for humanities

like that's literally a power couple right there.

only one problem.

you aren't a couple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you confess to him after one of your study sessions, by plotting a heart on the desmos graphing calculator using the equations that he taught you

it was super cute!!

he was literally the proudest and happiest man alive he teared up a bit (he would never admit it though)

and NOW you guys are the campus power couple

“babe look at this!” and he's waving at you with his 100 on the history final

he actually started jumping and hugging you (embarrassingly) when you found out you got a 94% average in physics at the end of the semester, giving you an A in the class

you were so shocked when you opened your report card that you didn't even register it until you heard jake go "YOOO OH MY GOD BABE THAT'S INSANE I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT YESSS I'M SO PROUD OF YOU"

well maybe thanks to jake the subject isn't so bad now!

박성훈 — park sunghoon

big school, comfortable silence, convenience stores, headphones, lingering gazes

the "everything kinda sucks here, except you" type of plot

sunghoon tries to stay out of the spotlight, keeping to himself with his head down, hood up, and headphones on

you're not really sure when you met him first actually, but you're both the same type of people where you're just going through the motions

you intrigued him though-- maybe it was the slightly melancholic look in your eyes? or maybe it was the way you purse your lips when you find a particularly hard question on the worksheets in class

either way, he finds himself wanting to get to know you more

funnily enough, he sees you at the convenience store after school as he walks home, and his feet start walking him in your direction

you see him first, and give him a smile and a little wave-- and sunghoon waves back without even thinking about it

that was the entire interaction that day, but sunghoon keeps replaying that part when you smiled and waved at him

why can't he stop thinking about it?

some things definitely changed too-- you start saying hi to him in the hallways at school, you turn to sunghoon to ask questions in class, and you seem to brighten up whenever you see him

you guys start to have conversations, starting with simple small talk, then moving to longer, more random dialogue where you both just say whatever comes to mind

the two of you become so close that you decide to walk to and from school together, since you found out that you only live a couple blocks away

sunghoon likes to place his headphones over your ears to show you new songs every morning, and you like to share earbuds in the afternoon to walk home together

he also starts to slip little notes about his day in your backpack before you go your separate ways in the neighborhood, signing off with a little p.s. to meet him at the park before sunset

it takes him SO long to muster up the courage to confess to you because he keeps thinking you'd say no

but when he finally does, all his fears melt away because you looked at him in such a soft way

he's actually reminded of why he fell for you in the first place

because with you, there’s no judgment from the outside world in the little bubble that you’ve created with him

it's just the two of you against the world <3

TAGLIST : @star-sim @boyfiejay @jlheon @jwsdoll @dimplewonie @suneng @en-gelic

[maybege]

Bejeweled

Summary: You never wanted to get your nipples pierced until you are faced with a handsome, older tattoo artist. Now, you might actually consider it …

Pairing: tattoo artist!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 8.9k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, implied age gap, explicit sexual content, unprotected sexual intercourse, vaginal fingering, oral fixation, nipple clamps, nipple play, spanking, dirty talk, (slight) verbal degradation, technically semi-public sex, yearning

Ngl, when I asked at the start of this month which WIP I should focus on, I did not expect to actually finish anything. But here I am and here you are! Ready to dive head first into the fantasy that is tattoo artist!Boba. The story is based on this post and I am so happy I got to indulge a little more. I will upload this to AO3 a bit later because, fun fact, this is actually a scheduled post because I am seeing the Tom Hiddleston (yes, you read that right).

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It had all started innocently enough, in a way.

You had too much to drink, the semester had just started, and with it being the last semester you had to teach Introduction to Victorian Literature 101 until you could finally get to work on your passion project, you and your friends went out to celebrate.

Nothing too crazy, just some drinks at the pub around the corner. The one where neither faculty nor students went to so you could sip your cocktail in peace while Ashleigh ranted about her most recent dating escapades. But something was different tonight because the drinks just kept flowing and you did not feel the need to stop even when you passed your usual three drinks.

To be fair, most of the night was pretty blurry from then on. But you remembered pretty clearly the way Chants had slurred “Girl, you should get your nipples pierced.” As you stumbled together across the sidewalk.

You weren’t really sure why that had sounded so plausible at that moment, given the fact that you had never been interested in getting pierced beyond the earrings when you were younger. But then there was the store at the corner, the neon sign flickering against the dark and rainy night. The tattoo and piercing studio that you had passed by again and again without giving it so much as a second glance.

Not even five minutes later, you were standing in front of a man who had introduced himself as Boba Fett.

“I am interested in getting my nipples pierced,” you had declared with the conviction only a drunk person possessed while Ashleigh and Chants giggled and flipped through a book full of flash designs.

The old man, who looked so handsome your thighs clenched, lifted his eyebrow, clearly bemused.

“Very well,” he had said, “You seem old enough to make a stupid decision on your own.”

The protest that it wasn’t a stupid decision, thank you very much, died on your tongue when his hand, packed in black gloves, gently prodded your chest. His mouth was moving and you were pretty sure that he was explaining the entire process to you but all you could focus on was how sexy this man was.

And to top it all off, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been naked in front of anyone and, to your embarrassment, you seemed to have said that out loud, because he chuckled and shook his head.

“In order to prepare you for the needle, I will stimulate your chest. Is that okay for you?”

A mute nod (and racing heart) later, the big man was standing between your thighs, his fingers playing with your chest and you hoped to the stars he did not notice how you arched your back into him.

“Now,” he said, his fingers closed around your nipple, “Are you still sure this isn’t a stupid decision?”

You hummed, your eyes half closed, distracted by the pleasure he was giving you.

“Good girl,” his voice rumbled and what was it about his voice that sent tingles throughout your entire body? Or the feeling between your thighs when his eyes pierced yours? Or the pleased smile on his face when you quickly squeaked “I changed my mind, sorry!”

 “Good girl,” he had repeated, a smirk on his lips, “Saying what you want. If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.”

*

Which is why, a week later, you were trying very hard to convince yourself that you wanted to get your nipples pierced. Pierced nipples were cool! Right?

As opposed to your last visit, the storefront of Fett’s Tattoo Corner looked much friendlier. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the pedestrians mingling in front of the café next door gave the store an almost harmless look. But as soon as you stepped through the bell door, you were unable to trick your body into being relaxed.

You were far from relaxed. Everything was pulled taut and you felt strangely aware of how your chest was rising and falling with each breath and maybe you should have chosen the other dress to wear what if he didn’t like this one and why were you thinking about what he liked you didn’t even know if he was here and oh stars he was here and he was coming straight towards you –

It seemed that your drunken memories couldn’t do the real man justice. Boba Fett was tall, and broad, his tan skin adorned with traditional tattoos and he looked so serious for a moment that your horny brain made the helpful suggestion to just kneel in front of him.

Because that wasn’t weird at all.

For a moment, the possibility occurred to you that he might not be happy to see you or – worse – not even remember who you were. But as you were frantically thinking about how to pretend that you were just waiting for a friend, a smile spread across his lips and you got to see that he had dimples. Dimples.

“Here for a consultation, princess?” he asked, his voice a familiar rumble, “why don’t we go talk in the private room?”

The private room in question was a little cabin, separated from the main work room by a thick velvet curtain that drowned out the buzzing noise of the tattoo guns. Several people were in the room, working and being worked, but you paid them no mind when all you could focus on was how thick the underside of his upper arm looked.

How had that never been a body part you paid any attention to? And why did his look so good?

The older men gestured for you to sit down on the little cot and you did, your feet swinging in the air.

“So, what can I do for you?” the curtain fell closed and the sounds from outside faded away. It was just the two of you now.

“I want to get my nipples pierced.”

“Feel like I've heard that before,” he teased you.

You swallowed, “I'm serious this time.”

He did not look like he believed you but you did not really care. You watched as his body moved through the room, prepping the instruments. Your chest tingled at the thought of him touching you again and you wondered, really wondered, how desperate you must be that the thought of some simple human touch made your thighs clench.

But it wasn’t simple touches you were craving.

Because as you watched his arms bulge and his shirt strain around his midsection, you remembered how his thumbs had brushed the sides of your breast and could not help but wonder what it would be like to feel his weight on top of you. To hear his voice praise you as you took his cock that you just knew was going to stretch you in the best way possible. This was a man who would tell you what to do and you just knew you’d follow his every word because, ultimately, it would lead to the pleasure you had been craving for the better part of your adult life.

“So, uh, so how long have you been doing this job?” you asked, looking at a few of the pictures on the walls. Black and white photographs of both intricate and bold designs, pierced body parts, and fierce people facing the camera lens head-on. It looked badass.

Boba chuckled, his hands busy at the workstation, “I have tattoos older than you, sweetheart, and I’ve made tattoos older than you. If that’s what you're asking.”

You squirmed again, your breath halting when his knowing eyes met yours. “Is that what you're asking?”

“I – I think so.”

He hummed, stepping over to you with a tray in his hands. “You know the drill already,” he joked, warm eyes roaming over your body, making you very aware of what you had come here for, “Off with the shirt.”

Only it wasn’t a shirt. You had been so preoccupied with looking your best, you had completely forgone any practicalities for why you were actually here. The lightweight sundress slipped off your shoulders with a whisper and suddenly, the tension in the room became very palpable.

Taking a deep breath in, you braced your shoulders and forced yourself to meet his gaze. Boba did not say anything and just as quickly as your courage had come, it disappeared like the sugar in your tea.

What if he didn’t like what he saw?

“So … Would you like me to explain the process again?”

Your gaze snatched up and this time, the heat in his eyes was undeniable as he allowed his eyes to linger on your chest. Thank the stars.

“Yes, please,” you whispered, very aware that you were sitting bare-chested in front of a man who was old enough to be your father. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were questioning which choices in life had brought you here. But did you actually care?

No, not really.

Touch me, touch me, touch me.

“Are you okay there?”

“Huh?”

Mirth played in his eyes. “Do you want me to touch you, princess?”

The Yes you breathed out was barely audible over the pounding of your heart, but it was loud enough for him to hear your eagerness. You watched as he set the black gloves aside, his bare hands reaching for your tits and you could not wait to feel his touch.

He rewarded your sharp inhale by cupping your breast in the warm palm of his hand. His skin was calloused and it felt so fucking good to have him finally touch you. Your legs spread out of their own accord and you hummed when he stepped closer, his other hand landing on your waist, right above where your dress was falling into your lap.

“Good girl,” he murmured and your heart skipped a beat, “So fucking pretty.”

The second his fingers lightly pinched your nipple, a shudder went through your entire body and settled between your legs. You were pretty sure it had been a while since you had been this wet for anyone and somehow, this man had your toes curling in a matter of minutes.

“Are you ready?”

Images flashed in your mind but instead of the steamy scenes you dreamed about starring you and him, they contained silver needles, pain, and, in the end, a disappointed look in the mirror.

“I – I changed my mind,” you whispered into the small space between your mouths, “I am not ready.”

Boba did not look the least bit surprised. There was a knowing look in his eyes as he gave your right breast a last squeeze before hooking his fingers under the straps of your dress, gently raising them back over your shoulders.

He stepped away and you followed, sliding off the leathery fabric.

“Have a good day, princess,” he opened the curtain for you, the buzz of the tattoo guns back in your ears, “You know where to find me.”

*

“Do you want me to explain it again?”

You shook your head.

It was a week later, and you had left your pretence that you were here for a piercing, at the doorbell. It was surprisingly freeing and exhilarating at the same time. So, what if you went to a tattoo parlour to be felt up by the handsome older man who owned it without any intention of actually getting a tattoo or piercing? Anyone who would judge you for this would understand as soon as they saw Boba Fett smile at them.

And so, you were just sitting in the private cabin, anticipation making your heart race as his hands settled on your waist.

“You just want me to touch you, huh?”

After an embarrassed pause, you nodded, teeth worrying your bottom lip.

“It's okay,” he murmured, “I can touch you, princess. I like touching you.”

The older man’s words should not make you feel so warm but they did. It was a Tuesday afternoon and you were sitting half naked in a tattoo studio, wanting to be felt up by this man you barely knew but who had already taken over all of your dreams and fantasies.

Boba wore a black shirt today and it looked so soft to the touch you were this close to hug yourself to him and smooth your cheek over the fabric. But that plan was derailed the moment the top of your flimsy sundress fell down your chest, baring you to his eyes and the warm air of the shop.

Calloused fingertips crushed the undersides of your tits and over your pebbled nipples. Your eyes fluttered, a dreamy sigh escaping your lips as you arched your back into him. Even (or maybe especially?) the feather-light touch made your core pulse and made you want to squeeze your thighs together.

“You’re so sensitive,” he marvelled, his hands cupping your tits, “Have they always been this sensitive, sweetheart?"

It took you a moment to realise he was waiting for an answer. “No, uh, I – I didn’t really know … I didn’t know it could be like that. No one … Uh, I never really …”

The man opposite you looked up from where he was sitting between your legs. The skirt of your sundress draped between your thighs, covering the wet patch that clearly could be seen on your panties. “Are you telling me no one ever played with these pretty tits?”

His question was accompanied by a roll of your nipple between his fingers. “Boba,” you gasped, arching your back into his touch.

“Don’t Boba me,” he chastised you, pulling on the flesh, “Answer the question, little one.”

“No!” you gasped out. Embarrassment made your ears hot, you weren’t used to dirty talk though it was always something you had wanted to try. But none of your previous partners had made you feel comfortable enough to … well, to talk. And here you were with basically a stranger and you felt more comfortable than you had ever been.

“No,” you confirmed quietly, “no one’s ever … played with me like that.”

The whispered confession between the two of you unlocked something different. Boba exhaled, his body curling around yours as his mouth dipped to your sternum.

“Stars, I bet you're a dream to fuck,” he murmured, his fingers squeezing your tits, “I’d have so much pleasure to give you.”

“Please,” you whispered, hardly recognising your own voice. Your eyes flew open at the realisation that you wanted this. You wanted him to fuck you.

You watched with wide eyes and baited breath as he stood up, his hands still on your chest and he bowed down until his lips met yours. He was kissing you.

The kiss started out soft and slow before his tongue swiped over the seam of your lips and you opened up form. Your entire body was tingling with the need to be closer. Closer to this solid, warm body of a man who made you feel like you were the only woman in the world.

Pressing your chest against his, you smiled into the kiss as his hands left your chest and ran down your sides until they settled on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the workbench. He was so warm, it did not even feel like you were sitting topless in a small office in a public shop.

Mid-kiss it occurred to you that this was your first kiss with Boba. And oh, what a good kisser he was. A hand on the back of your head tilted your face, your noses bumping together for a second, eliciting chuckles from both of your before he tilted your head just so and then his mouth was on your and his tongue was there and you could not help but to surrender to him. Boba had everything under control and you would not have it any other way.

A knock at the door made you flinch.

Boba stepped even closer to your, shielding you with his body even when the door remained closed. “What?” he asked, loud enough to be heard outside but the hoarseness of his voice did not escape you.

You smiled into the crook of his neck, running your mouth up to his jaw and you could hear the rumble in his chest before his fingers tilted your chin up and his mouth was on you again.

“Lunch break is over, boss,” a deep voice sounded from outside, “Your three o’clock is here.”

You whined against his mouth when he slowly backed away from you.

“Fuck off, Vizsla,” Boba called, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

The more time you spent with Boba, the more time you needed to get out of your lust-sick haze with him. Usually, you left the shop on a high, with a dreamy smile on your face and a pleasant thrum between your thighs. But somehow, the reminder that there were customers waiting for him, set you in a sort of panic you could not quite describe.

You wanted to hurry in getting yourself presentable again, mumbling something about “getting out of your hair” to Boba.

But Boba would not hear any of it. “There is no hair to get out of, princess,” he joked as he gently helped you to your feet, before hooking his fingers into the shoulder straps of your dress. You took a deep breath as he lifted the top of your dress in place for you, his fingers brushing over your shoulders, down your arms before entwining with your hands.

It somehow felt even more intimate than when he had played with you. Pulling on your hands, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you felt even more dazed. To be honest, you could fall asleep standing right there in his arms.

Boba accompanied you through the workroom, nodding in greeting to who you assumed was his next customer, until you were standing outside. He sent you off with a wink, this time, and a lingering touch on your waist. “See you next Tuesday.”

*

He was working on someone else.

It shouldn’t have been a shocking sight to see. He was a tattoo artist for fucks sake. Of course, he worked on other people. He must’ve worked on dozens – hundreds – of people. That is how he earned his money, how he honed his craft. You had seen the social media posts about the shop and on some of them you not only got to see the actual art piece but also the artist. And sometimes, the artist was Boba.

The time you had spent scrolling through Fett’s Tattoo Corner’s social media page was almost concerning but you categorized it as research. Research in case you ever wanted to get a tattoo or a piercing. It had nothing to do with the fact that seeing his proud smile on your screen made your heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults.

But as you watched him talk and laugh with the woman on the table, you felt an unknown sense of dread in your stomach.

Suddenly you felt silly in your outfit that you had panicked over for the last 72 hours and the nail polish you had picked to go with your sundress and the extra care you had taken with your hair and –

“Looks who's here,” he greeted you, pulling off the black gloves and the sight should not have been as sexy as it was. “Ready for our lunch break?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

He paused, his eyes never leaving yours as he threw the gloves in the bin, not missing his goal even though he was looking at someone else. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” you replied, instantly feeling stupid again. There was no reason to be jealous. He wasn’t even yours to be jealous about. For all you knew, he wasn’t even single. Your blood froze.

For all you knew he wasn’t even single?!

Boba came closer, his scent washing over you and your body fought the urge to step away from him, to clear your head, and to step closer, to lose yourself in the sense of belonging you felt only with him.

“Do I need to spank the brattiness out of you, princess?” he rumbled. His voice was deep and serious and you gulped, feeling the dread morph into something more … hot.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze. Which also meant you did not see when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him so his hand could slide down to your ass. Your eyes widened at the touch but you welcomed it still, your entire body heating up at the attention. Being touched by him in public felt like he was laying a claim on you.

You wanted his claim on you. Just as much as you wanted your claim on him.

“I think you do,” he replied immediately, his eyes on your lips, “But I am hungry, so we are going to order food first before you tell me how I upset you and how I can make it up to you.”

Just like last time had marked your first kiss, Boba seemed on a mission to cross another first off your list.

The food was delicious, Boba had it delivered to the shop and you sat in comfortable silence while sharing some spring rolls and noodles. You had been nervous, at first, at the prospect of sharing a meal with him. What if you didn’t have anything to talk about? What if it was awkward? What if your chemistry only translated to the purely physical part?

But your worries were completely unfounded. Boba talked about his day, asked about yours and you realized that all the small talk at the beginning of your sessions hadn’t been small talk at all. He had been interested. He remembered things (the course you were o stressed about, the project you wanted to submit to your faculty, that half-friend’s birthday party coming up and you were still unsure if you wanted to go or not.) and in return, you remembered them too.

He did not seem to think you weird when you asked about the half finished sleeve he had been working on these past few weeks, his smile was bright when you asked him about his favourite tattoos (both on him and ones he had designed) and there was a rush of heat to your cheeks when he lifted his sleeve in response, showing off a traditional shoulder tattoo that must extend to his chest.

(You really wanted to see his chest.)

When you were finished with the food, Boba set the containers down, crowding you against the table. Your hand automatically went to your neckline, wanting to pull it down for him.

“No need,” he shook his head with a smirk, “I believe I promised you a spanking?”

You gaped at him. For one, you had been so happy with the meal, that you had already forgotten how jealous you had been at the beginning and, to be honest, you had not thought he was actually serious. But as you searched your mind for words of protest, you also had to squeeze your legs together at the wetness you could feel gathering in your panties.

So, all you did was nod, swallowing down the sound of excitement.

Boba rewarded you with his signature smirk. “Turn around for me,” he murmured, so close you could feel his breath on your face.

You did as he asked, your body brushing against his for the whole turn until your ass was pressed right against him. It should not have come as a surprise that a man who exuded so much big dick energy was also packing but somehow, the confirmation that Boba Fett was packing made you even wetter.

“If you want me to stop, say Sandwich, okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. You were 85% convinced you wouldn’t need him to stop, the

A large hand on your upper back slowly pushed you down until you were bent over his desk. Dress you were wearing brushing your ass, highly aware of the lacy panties you had worn. (just for him). His hand palmed your ass, fingertips brushing against the hem of your panties, lifting your dress up and over.

“You just need someone to take care of that pretty ass,” he rumbled, “should apologize for neglecting it but who can blame me if I had such pretty tits to play with, hm?”

Words made you shiver in anticipation. Didn’t know what to say but felt so … wanted.

“You want to tell me why you were jealous today?”

Your denial was immediate. “I wasn’t jealous.”

A heavy hand landed on your ass in a slap and you gasped, throwing a glance over your shoulder to find a grinning Boba, his hand still squeezing the soft flesh of your behind. The angle made you think of other things he could do in this position and you felt so embarrassed of the filthy thoughts, you had to turn away.

“I know a lie when I hear one, sweetheart,” he stated, followed by another slap, “It is never too late to tell the truth.”

You got nine spanks in total.

Only a few of them stung but all of them resulted in your pussy clenching around nothing. You were convinced he could have put more behind his hands. But he didn’t. Boba used every opportunity to caress your ass and upper thighs and you almost came on the spot when he knelt behind you, his breath washing over your panties and you knew he was eye-level with the wet patch that was surely visible by now.

“Don’t ever think, I don’t want you,” he said, his mouth brushing the crease where your thighs met your behind, “I always want you, princess.”

Heat filled your cheeks and you squirmed against him. You could have cried from frustration when he stood up, gently putting your skirt back in place but when you turned around there was a look in his eyes that made your breath stutter.

Brown eyes warmly gazed at you and your heart skipped a beat. “I want you too,” you confessed, “I’m sorry I was so jealous.”

“Never be sorry,” he shook his head, kissing you softly, “It just means I didn’t do a good enough job of assuring you that I have no intention of spending my Tuesday afternoons with anyone but you.”

You wanted to ask him if he really meant it but somehow, a look at him was enough to know that, yes, he meant it.

“C’mon,” he nodded his head to the door, “I took a half-day. Let me drive you home, princess.”

*

Things were getting more and more heated.

Every Tuesday, like clockwork, you would show up at the shop. Oftentimes, Boba would have bought lunch for the both of you, a different cuisine every time, trying, as he put it, to find the perfect restaurant for date night.

“Who do you have to take out for date night”?” you tried to both joke and hide the panic in your voice in between bites of your burrito.

“You, princess,” he had replied with a wink, “If you’ll have me.”

It was impossible to hide the grin on your face as you slipped into his lap. Food forgotten, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him. You could feel his stubble against your skin and his hands on your back, helping you grind against him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Boba murmured as you shimmied out of your dress. You had decided against wearing a bra today. It had felt like your naughty little secret for the entire day and the appreciative look in Boba’s eyes was more than worth it.

Big hands cupped your tits again, pulling on your pebbled nipples and you gasped into his mouth.

“I – I don’t think I want them pierced,” you confessed between kisses, eyes half-closing at the way he was playing with you.

Boba looked at you, a smirk on his face that was way too smug considering he was supposed to be but a stranger two months ago. “So, you’re just letting this old man play with you for fun?”

The question made your breath stop for a second because … he was right. You were letting him play with you for fun. Because it made you wet and fuelled your fantasies and you had never felt so wanted than when you spent lunch in his office.

A shy nod later, he rewarded you with a twist of your nipple, and you gasped, your hips rocking forward to see some friction. “Easy there,” he rumbled, “We’re gonna work your way up to taking my cock. For now, I have too much fun playing with these.”

No matter how needy you were, you did enjoy the fact that he took his time with you. You could not remember the last time you spent hours kissing and being touched by someone who did not expect anything in return. (Although you were more than willing to get on your knees for him, it seemed Boba was not ready to let you out of his grasp yet.)

“I get it, though,” he said, his whole hand cupping and squeezing your breast, “I have had enough painful piercings myself. I wouldn’t want my nipples pierced either.”

“Oh,” you breathed against his mouth, moaning into the kiss, “What – uh – what do you have pierced then?”

A pierced eyebrow shot up with his grin and he leant away. You watched in equal parts fascination and shock as his large hand went to his crotch where his jeans covered an impressive bulge. The position of his hand put the back of it right against your core and you could not help but rock against him, the friction against your clit making your toes tense.

“Got a ladder, here, sweetheart,” he revealed, “now that was painful.”

It took you a moment to realize what he meant. What did a ladder have to do with piercings? And specifically, with his crotch? The realization dropped like a penny and your eyes widened as you took in his meaning.

“You mean … on your ….?” Boba nodded his head at your unfinished question and you suddenly found yourself very interested in finally seeing him in all his glory.

“Can I see?”

“Nah, princess,” he chuckled, taking his hand away and pulling on your hip until you were settled right above him, “The only way you get to see my jewellery is if I get to see yours.”

Your shoulders sagged. You knew it had been too good to be true when he had accepted your decision not to get pierced. In a long row of selfish sexual partners, Boba suddenly found himself in line with the guy who had dropped his wish for anal sex five times on a dinner date.

“They're so pretty,” you admitted, “I just don’t know if I want something permanent.”

“That is not what I meant. It’s an easy fix, princess,” he rumbled, his thumb brushing under your right breast. “We’ll just get some clamps for these, princess.”

*

Tuesday was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, and everyone and their mother spent the day outside in the cafés, the park, by the riverside. It was the kind of weather you missed when the cold winter days locked you inside.

Yet you could not wait to make your way inside. The familiar sound of the buzzing tattoo guns and chattering client did not even register with you anymore because you had one goal, one destination, as you crossed the shop to the office where you could see Boba sitting through the open door.

“There you are,” Boba gifted you the widest smile, looking up from the paperwork on his desk as you walked into his office. You felt so confident that no one even questioned your presence here so you no longer questioned your presence here either.

And now you got to see him in his element, surrounded by papers, bills and half-finished tattoo designs. “Do you want me to come back later?”

“Stars no,” he laughed at your joke, sorting some papers before orderly putting them in a drawer. His desk suddenly was completely free, except for a small package. The package, you presumed.

“You nervous?” he asked.

You took a moment to mull his question over. Were you nervous? Yes, but you were nervous a lot of the time when it came to him. But every time, your time together was so nice, so fulfilling in more ways than one, you felt more …

“Excited, to be honest,” you admitted, stepping into the room and locked the door behind you. By the knowing look the staff sent you, it was clear they knew not to disturb you, but you wanted to make sure there was no Paz Vizsla storming into the office the moment you could finally feel Boba’s cock inside you.

“Me too,” he smiled and shuffled the package until it was right in the centre. One already opened package. You raised your eyebrows, unable to hide your amusement. “It arrived this morning and I could not wait,“ he admitted, “I wanted to make sure they were exactly what I imagined for you.”

No one had ever bought things of a sexual nature for you. The closest you came to something like that was a gift card to a lingerie story from one of your eyes. That had been exciting until it turned out that he didn’t like the lingerie you had bought for him. Then it had just been awkward.

But you knew it would never be awkward with Boba. Somehow, you just knew.

You watched in anticipation as he lifted his hands out of the package, revealing what he had gotten for you. “It’s beautiful,” you gasped as you took it all in for the first time.

The piece in question were two nipple clamps, connected by a thin chain. They were golden and had little pink bows on them. And from the bows seemed to be hanging …

He shook them gently, a tinkling sound filling the room. “They have bells,” you whispered reverently, approaching him with a raised hand. Boba dropped the piece in your palm and you inspected them closer. “It is beautiful,” you repeated, completely in awe.

“I am glad you like them,” he replied, “I thought they fit to you.”

“Do … can you put them on me?” you asked, the ache in your chest making you squeeze your thighs.

“Don’t you want to eat first?”

The shake of your head made him smirk, “Thought so.” He stood up and gestured to the table you were now more than familiar with, “Go ahead and sit for me. Do you feel comfortable taking the dress off all the way?”

Forgoing an answer, you simply let the dress fall down to the floor. Like last time, you had decided not to wear a bra – not when you knew what was in store for you, anyway, and so you stood in front of him in your thong and nothing else.

Boba’s eyes darkened and he surged forward, kissing you passionately. Teeth clashed and tongues entwined and you felt like you would implode at any moment if he didn’t touch you. You pressed your chest against him, trying to deepen the kiss but Boba pulled away with a grin, delivering a spank to your ass just moments later, and you whined, “Boba, please …”

The big man took a step forward, forcing you back until you bumped into the workbench and sat on it, spreading your legs for him to stand in between. “Fuck,” he cursed, palming your tits, “You are so pretty, gonna look even prettier when I am done with you.”

Your heart was racing as he played with your chest. His fingers rolled your nipples, his tongue darted out to lick over them and by the time he lifted the chain into your view, you were almost crazy with desire. You both watched in silent fascination as he put the first clamp on you.

“Fuck,” this time it was your turn to curse. The pain was uncomfortable for long a moment before it became a delicious thrum of pleasure. Quickly, Boba put the second clamp on, and it was easier now that you knew what to expect. When he was done, you could feel the cool metal of the chain against your skin, the soft fabric of the bows brushing against you and everything on your body felt like it was there to pleasure you.

“You look so pretty for me, little one,” he praised you, “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

You tried to ignore how his praise made your core clench and when he took a step away, it worked because you immediately missed the warmth of his body. The distance was worth it, though when he looked at you, clearly affected by the sight of you as you were affected by him.

The cool air on your chest took away the edge of pain on your nipples though it also made you highly aware of the cool metal slowly warming to your body temperature. And Boba was still just looking at you.

A few minutes in, you grew restless. “Boba?” you asked, crossing your ankles, causing your chest to move. A wave of pain and pleasure, mixed together in a heady cocktail, washed over you and you gasped. Holy shit.

“Bounce them for me.”

“Wh-What?”

“Bounce your tits for me, princess,” he repeated calmly, crossing his thick arms in front of his chest, “I want to see them bounce.”

It felt exposing and new and strange and yet it sent a thrill through you, the way he was so cool. And so, you started to shake sour chest for him. At first, you just made tiny movements. You had never really “bounced your tits” for anyone and you felt a bit silly doing it. But what you had not considered was that gravity would pull on the clamps attached to you and oh my, now that was a sensation. The stimulation of your nipples increased together with the little bells ringing every time you moved and you were pretty sure you got even wetter.

It felt so taboo and so thrilling and who would have thought two months ago that you sit in the office of this older tattoo artist, letting him order you around like you were for his pleasure only?

 His pupils dilated and your eyes fell to the bulge in his jeans. “Pretty as a picture.”

“Open your mouth for me.”

You did as he said, opening your mouth for him as your eyes fell to his hand. Boba sounded amused and hoarse as he approached you. “You want my fingers?”

You were still bouncing for him, your chest aching for his touch, when you nodded. Stars, you felt filthy but in the very best way. Even better than that, to be honest, when his fingers pushed into your mouth and you got to suck on them immediately.

“You just need someone to take care of you, don’t you?” he asked you, his rough fingers pushing down onto your tongue. You followed his movements, your tongue slipping out of your mouth as he smeared your drool over your lips. The sound of bells kept ringing in your ears and you were sure he had a wet patch on his desk now from where you were soaking through your panties.

“You wanted to show me,” you gasped in one of those moments when his fingers left your mouth.

“What? What did I want to show you?” he teased you, his fingers finding their way back into your mouth, “Use your words.”

“You wanted to show me your piercings,” you whispered around his thick digits, “o-on your cock.”

You mourned your empty mouth for just a second when you realised why Boba had stepped away and sat down in his office chair. The movements of his hands were hypnotizing when he took off his shirt, revealing a thick upper body littered with tattoos. Tattoos, you didn’t focus on because just a moment later he pulled down his zipper and the edge of his boxers.

His cock was massive just as you had expected, but the real star(s) of the show was the glinting metal embedded in his shaft. Didn’t that hurt?

“Oh, it did,” he chuckled, his finger grazing over the ladder, “But it was worth it, believe me.”

Sitting on the padded bench, there was nothing to cover you except for a lacy thing and the jewellery adorning your nipples. Boba was opposite you, his barrel chest on display, his cock out of his jeans and you could not take your eyes off him. How long had you waited for this moment? How nervous had you been?

None of that seemed to matter because all you could focus on was how the older man stroked his dick in front of you. How his hand twisted around his shaft, how his fingers ran over the mushroom head down his shaft to cup his heavy balls. You felt electrified and frozen with want at the same time. You wanted – needed – to feel him. In you, against you, next to you, however he saw fit.

You just needed –

“Boba, please,” you pleaded, the little jingle of the bells underlining your desperation.

“C’mere,” he curled to fingers and you basically skipped the tree steps into his lap.

“Take this off,” he ordered, his hands helping yours take off the last piece of clothing until you were standing completely bare in front of him. You had never felt both so exposed and so hot. “Now sit down.”

You sat down on the edge of his lap and Boba dragged you closer until your pussy was right against the underside of his shaft, nestled against the barbells. “Now, keep bouncing, princess,” he grinned, “I don’t remember telling you to stop.”

Your cheeks heated at his request. You knew what he was planning and were sure you had never done anything as dirty. But maybe that was exactly what appealed to you.

The first bounce, just as expected, caused you to grind against his pierced cock. It was a sensation, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was better than anything you had ever felt before. With just a few grinds, your wetness was coating him, easing your movements as your clit bumped into the ridges again and again and again.

You panted into his mouth, your chest so sensitive that when it brushed his, you could not help but whimper and also grind down harder. You needed more of his piercings, of his touch on your hips, of everything. And you were so fucking close, you could practically see the cliff you were about to fall over.

“There we go,” he rumbled, “Make yourself come for me.” “Does that feel good?”

Unable to speak, all you could do was nod eagerly as your desire finally cumulated in the orgasm of your life. You shook on top of him, clenching around nothing as your clit continued to rub against his shaft and the metal embedded in it.

“There we fucking go,” he praised you, guiding you to lift your hips until his tip notched at your entrance, “Ready to take me?”

You nodded in a daze, anticipation making you feel both hot and cold. You sank down on him slowly, letting your body adjust to the big stretch around his tip before the first barbell entered you. You inhaled sharply, your thigh straining with the effort of remaining upright while your pussy strained with the effort of taking someone as large as him.

“How does it feel?”

“Different,” you gasped, “Big. I – stars, Boba, what if it doesn’t fit?”

A sudden panic gripped you as the second barbell entered you, your walls taking even longer to adjust to his girth. How many barbells did he have again? How were you supposed to take him completely when you already felt so full, you could feel it in your belly?

His large hand swept down your back and around until his thumb grazed over your clit, the touch instantly making you clamp around him. “You’re doing so well,” he assured you, “You can take all of me, little one, I know you can.”

With a bite of your lip, you threw your head back, enjoying his fingers on your clit as you steadily opened up for him. Each time a piercing passed you, it sent a wave of goosebumps down your body.

A simultaneous tug on your nipples made you look up. Your gaze met Boba’s twinkling eyes as he gently hooked a thick finger under the chain, pulling on it. Seeing him play with you so blatantly made you whine, your walls milking him.

“I know baby, I know,” he murmured in that calm voice of his, “just a little more, princess. You can do it.”

The glide of your movements got easier, your wetness seeping down your thighs and before you knew it, your ass was settled against his thighs and your pussy filled to the brim with his cock.

“Stars,” you breathed, eyes brimming with tears of overwhelming pleasure. Had already come once but now felt a second wave coming on, with no way of stopping it.

“You’re my best girl,” Boba kissed you softly, “I told you, you could take it all and you did. So …. So fucking good for me.” His thighs shifted under you, his legs spread and you squeaked in the resulting bounce.

“You’re such a pretty mess for me” he commented, leaning back and letting his eyes lazily roam over you. His cool demeanour made you even wetter. The way he was so in control, so naturally in charge, meant that you did not feel insecure in any way. Quite the opposite: You felt free.

“Boba,” you gasped, “I am so full.”

And you were. You were, at that moment, utterly convinced that you had never experienced a fullness like this, even with that new vibrator you had gotten yourself in a feeble attempt to manage the lust this man evoked in you. It was the best thing you had ever felt, being stretched to your limit around his thick shaft.

And the piercings!

Oh, the piercings were even better, stimulating you from the inside out and with you bouncing in him, your chest rubbing against his, you were positively overstimulated. Tears were gathering at the corners of your eyes but you did not want to change a thing, no, you wanted to feel like this for as long as possible.

“It’s adorable how much of a slut you are for me,” Boba rumbled in your ear, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your jaw, “Think you can come for me again, princess? Want to feel you clench around me when I come inside you.”

It was the mention of him coming inside you – something you had never done, and never had wanted to do, with any of your previous partners but which suddenly was the only way you wanted to experience this with Boba – that made you come. Stars erupted behind your eyes and your walls clenched, your entire body erupting in pleasure.

You barely managed a “Boba!” before your moan was swallowed by his kiss.

His grip on your hips tightened as he slammed you down on him, his tip reaching even deeper than before. “Stars, yes, that’s what I'm talking about,” he praised you.

The feeling of him pulsing inside you, filling you with his come, was one you never ever wanted to forget. How could you have gone for so long without feeling this blissful? How could the world outside go on as if nothing had happened – as if you just hadn’t had the most mind-blowing sex of your life?

Your legs still twitched, your body not knowing what to do with all the adrenaline that still coursed through you. But as the sensations slowly faded away, the clamps tipped on the side of pain.

“Shhh,” Boba calmed you, his moth still against yours, “I will take them off and it will sting, okay? But I am right here with you, I’ll get you through this, okay?”

You nodded because you trusted him.

Just as he had said, the rush of blood back into your nipples was painful and unlike anything you had experienced before. A whimper slipped out of your mouth and you took a deep breath, trying to breathe through the pain.

Boba kissed you softly and his hands reached up to massage your chest. You were not sure if that helped or made it worse but when he ducked his head so his mouth could gently close around one nipple, his tongue did magical things for you. The pain lessened with each passing minute and once Boba’s mouth had left you, it had been more pleasure than pain.

As the pain steadily subsided, you could feel your chest and breathing slowing down. The overwhelming sensations ebbed away until all you felt was the serene calm that only followed a really nice orgasm.

Boba reached down to the side of the chair and with how he was still inside you, the shift made another pulse of pleasure course through you. You bit your lip, highly aware of your combined juices still inside you. You watched as he pulled his shirt off the floor and over his head. It was the soft black one, the one that you had wondered about before.

This time, you allowed your intrusive thoughts to win and leant onto his chest, tucking your face into the crook of his back.

But your enthusiasm rushed your movement and the office chair you were now both sitting on started rolling backwards. You panicked for a second, your hands clenching into fists. Shit, were you about to fall?

But of course, you weren’t. The chair stopped moving after an inch or so and you could feel both your and Boba’s bodies relax.

“Careful there, little one,” Boba chuckled, his hand gripping your elbow gently. You could not believe how shaky you still felt. Your world was reeling and he didn’t even sound out of breath.

The silence that followed felt pleasant. You listened to your own heartbeat slowly starting to return to a normal pace as Boba’s hand swept over your back. Up and down up and down up and down until you were sure you could fall asleep against him any minute despite your legs feeling like jelly and his come trickling down your thighs.

“Don’t you have an appointment soon?” your question was muffled against the soft fabric covering his chest but you did not have the strength nor the willpower to turn your face so you could speak clearly. You wanted to remain in this cocoon forever.

Boba’s movements did not cease. “Nah, I had Paz take them over,” he revealed, “I wanted to have time for you.”

The thought was so sweet, it made your chest clench and your mouth inevitably turn into a smile. “That is really thoughtful,” you whispered.

“I would never leave you like that after finally feeling you squeeze around me,” Boba grumbled, his mouth brushing against your temple, “You’re not getting rid of me now, princess.”

And you really did not want to.

You could not tell how long you remained like this in his arms and, to be honest, you also did not really care. All you wanted was to soak up every bit of warmth and affection he had to give. But, inevitably, you could tell time was passing when there was a discreet knock on the door.

“’m afraid you’re needed outside, boss,” you recognized Vizsla’s voice again before you could hear footsteps walking away.

You sighed, straightening up and starting to straighten yourself out. Boba helped you, handing you your dress and pressing a kiss to your shoulder when the fabric fell over you again.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “I would very much like to take you out sometime, princess. Properly. Dinner and dessert and everything.”

There was no hiding the smile that spread across your lips. “I’d like that very much,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck, “When can we go?”

“Tonight?” Boba suggested with a smile, “I’d lie if I said I wouldn’t want to take you out right now but I fear Paz might stop me at the door.”

He opened the door for you and you both slipped out of his office, his hand on your lower back as he led you through the busy workspace. Nobody paid attention to you but you saw a knowing look on Paz’s face that made you shuffle closer to Boba.

The air outside was crisp and you instantly wished yourself back into Boba’s arms. You came to a stop just outside the shop entrance.

“Do you think they still expect me to get my nipples pierced?” you tried to joke, wanting to prolong the moment before you had to say goodbye.

“Who are we kidding, princess,” Boba’s hand on your hip felt warm and steady as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “You don’t want piercings but you do want mine.”

[dilf-docs]

just wondering… any hc of how Eddie would introduce venom to young reader?

would venom love us? Or try to eat us?

venom meeting u would be like

eddie x venom x younger!reader

warnings: curse words, alien wants to eat you, just smut aluded nothing too crazy, nonsense but i had fun writing this!

tbh eddie didn't want to bc introduce venom partly in shame and partly bc he didn't want u to leave him lol (he has attachment issues i'm 100% sure) (ofc venom would yell at him for being embarrassed of THEE venom like??? get your shit together omg)

eddie likes you so much so i believe it ends up passing to venom but venom doesn't really have human feelings yk? like dude copes on another level

he processes different me thinks so eddie's liking of your perfume, for example, or the sweet way you taste when you kiss would translate to: "she must be sweet to eat!"

so yeah he probably wants to eat you

literally

both ways maybe??

ends up taking over eddies body bc even if he hates loud sounds ur moans are kinda inviting, inciting and addicting™️

yeah #monsterfucking

he loves u!!! venom would adore u bc u keep eddie happy

and eddie happy means his home lasting longer!!!!

he doesn't really know how humans work but i'm convinced he thinks we'd die if we're sad

so when he finally moves on from anne (even if he kind of misses her), venom cheers!

you would probably feed him when he takes over eddie too

lots of chocolates go missing from nearby stores

maybe would do a fanfic if i knew how to write it idk

i just know venoms tongue would eat!!

literally

imagine that long ass muscle dripping in saliva along your... 😳

no words

he prob rattles eddie on you 💯 gossip time with the symbiote is fun!

ngl when eddie starts annoying him or making you annoyed he takes over w/o permission lol

it starts to be more frequent cause venom wants u just for him 😤 lmao

possessive little symbiote

eddie fights with him, both jealous, trying to win your attention

coughing baby vs. hydrogen bomb if we're honest

we know who is who IJBOL

but yeah im pretty sure after seeing how much eddie loves u and as an extension? oh him, venom loves u too<3

and the happy little weird alien symbiote family lived happily ever after

the end

[swarmishstrangers]

How do you think Folly would react to someone she cares about getting injured?

I was stuck on this one for a bit ngl anon lol. This one is going to be a bit shorter?? Personally, I think I see Folly as someone who is low empathy, not devoid, but low. BUT!! Folly hates literally everyone. She tolerates but not even a handful of people that she can at least stand in a room with and not want to kill them on the spot. If you took the time to work up trust with her (and you better believe it's an entire long ass process I won't write about cause it'll be way too long), to be able to work with her or understand things about her, hear about things she's only ever told a select few amount of people. She'd have to have *some* semblance of care for you.

𓌜 Getting injured on the regretevator? Yawn, i adjust my glasses, I take a sip of my coffee, i flip the page on my newspaper. While not guarenteed, there's a good chance one comes out of the elevator having a brand-new shiny injury, big or small.

𓌜 Really would just depend on how bad the injury is. If it's a new scratch or bruise that's visible, she may take notice of it, but probably not bring it up unless it's a common occurrence. To which! Let's just say she'll keep a closer eye on you. Injuries taken from the regetevator isn't crazy or anything, many sustain some downside on the floor or whatever the regretevator does. May scold you if she asks, and you answer in just a really typical and reasonable way as to why, for making her worry.

𓌜 Her hands are too big to be able to rip open a band-aid, her arms aren't very steady when wrapping something of yours in bigger bandages, she has to think really hard about the strength she's applying else she might hurt you herself. She can sure set your bones back in place, though! Just be aware it'll *really* hurt.

𓌜 But generally, for people Folly cares about, no matter how much she refuses or fights herself against verbalizing it, she cares. She just doesn't often know how to show it, doesn't know what actions would come off as caring enough for you to know but not so glaring as to embaress herself. Her care for you when you're injuried is gruff, she's not above a lecture or scolding you as she thinks really hard about how much force to apply when setting a bone back or squeezing some torn cloth over a wound to stop it's bleeding. But regardless of her denial or how she *says* she doesn't care if you bleed out like the pathetic and reckless worm you are..she does.

𓌜 If injuries do really happen often, she'll get actually angry at you for your disregard for yourself. She stresses you're a mortal, that you can't be this dumb and fleeting with your life or body, and that unlike her and her lack of care for herself, you're *not* her and you should be more careful you incompetent vermin. (Translation - You can't live forever, and your constant injuries and pains worry me. Please take care of yourself because, even though I'm a hypocrite and don't pay attention to my own well-being, you should).

[pupyuj]

im ngl overstimulated yujin has me stuttering

combining these two asks cuz why not! anyways atp i’m looking like i genuinely believe yujin has a dick bcs i almost never write about yuj w a cooch anymore (yuj cooch enthusiasts i will deliver soon do NAWT worry) but listen … she does have a dick and i know bcs she’s constantly slamming it inside m—[STATIC]

(p.s. i think it’s way too obvious that i enjoyed this a lot pls i loooveee yujin sm don’t look at me like thatttt)

we all agree that yujin has crazy stamina and even if she’s exhausted, the feeling of being inside you is just too good that she never really pulls out after the two of you finish :(( if she could, baby would be inside you all the time really! you always wondered how much yujin could take before she’s crying and pleading for mercy… it’s about time that you’re the one who has her whimpering and getting all limp after all! 😵‍💫

binding her to a soft, comfortable chair and letting her keep at least her shirt on bcs you’re not gonna lie, your shirt looked way too good on her 😍 you’d start slow with a cute little handjob and for a while it’d look like just another friday night of good fucking for the two of you but yujin notices what you were up to when she was three orgasms deep and you still haven’t taken her dick down your throat or inside you! i’d love to think that she’d start squirming! yuj is used to being the one who does all the teasing and the cruel ‘make her cry all night by pulling eight orgasms out of her in a matter of an hour’ game—not the other way around!

baby’s never been overstimulated… a part of her would be excited, but mostly she’d be terrified bcs what if she embarrasses herself! :(( her pride wouldn’t let her go down without a fight.. she’d try to get control but you wouldn’t budge of course.. this was a once in a blue moon opportunity! you have to see yujin beg helplessly for you to stop 🥺🥺

“hm.. don’t dry out so quick, baby… you still have to fill me up, remember?” you’d whisper in her ear while tears well up in her eyes after her sixth orgasm 🫣 her legs shaking, dick twitching in your hand… i love to think about how she’d bite her lip to not be too loud but ending up failing and cutting her lip on the process oh the poor girl 💔 kissing down her neck and whispering the nastiest, most degrading things in her while you gear her up for another climax… yujin really doesn’t know if she should be turned on or humiliated but either way, one of those feelings was the one making her cum so—

ah it’d be soooo messy too?:!;!/&,& your entire hand would be drenched with her cum and every time you lick it up it only makes yujin’s dick go stiff again,, it’s impressive really! how she’s still able to keep cumming so much 😵‍💫 “good puppy, you just know what mommy wants from you, huh?” oh yujinnie would go insane 🤤🤤 you’d think she’d start resisting and acting all bratty but nooo puppy loves to get praised! sure she hated the humiliating aspect of it all (…or did she?) but one “good girl” and her brain just goes all dumb for you 🥺💕

seeing her pretty, shiny eyes all glossed up with tears once you decided to have a taste of her cum directly from the source… god you’d only have her tip in your mouth and she’d already be thrashing around and shaking her head bcs yujinnie was so sensitive at that point :(( sobbing pathetically and moaning at the pleasure at the same time.. loving how she was so obviously torn between wanting to break free of her restraints to stop you or to finish what you started and fuck you to oblivion… yujinnie will get her fun later but right now, it was time for yours 🥰

taking in all of her dick down your throat in one fell swoop and yujin’s screaming in the air with her eyes nearly rolled back 😵‍💫 ugh the sight of her dick disappearing inside your mouth flawlessy every now and again only made things worse.. she has to fuck you and breed you until she was empty :(( it wouldn’t take long for her to cum again.. but at least this time not a drop was wasted! you made sure to swallow it all, just how she liked to see it 🤭 it would be her eleventh orgasm and poor puppy would be so tired ☹️ chest heaving up and down, sobbing softly while still struggling to break free… and now you feel bad! 😔

“i know, baby.. sorry i went overboard, i know…” you’d whisper while spooning her on your bed, making up for all your meanness with your awesome aftercare 🥺 yujinnie would be so cute all cuddled up to your side, face buried in your chest where it was warm… and you’d think that she would be too tired to even keep her eyes open but nope! the second you let down your guard, yujin would be rolling on top of you and pinnjng your hands above your head, grinning down at you like the sick pervert that was 🤭🤭

“your turn. make daddy happy now.”

don’t you just love switches?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

This moving arc is going crazy ngl. This season is really peak, JJK could never

I know you didn't even mean for this to be an ask but:

(Genshin Impact/GFL) How helpful Lisa, Eula, Noelle, Navia, Furina, Lumine, AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, and RPK-16 would be during your move

After fighting boxes and moving trucks for the last 6 straight days, this has been on my mind.

(Lisa) "Oof, these boxes are going to kill my back tomorrow...!"

Lisa has experience carrying heavy books from her days studying in Sumeru and being a Librarian in Mondstadt.

But do you really think this beautiful woman is going to help you carry the seventeen boxes of glass kitchenware that you have no recollection of even owning?

Absolutely not.

That is too heavy, even for her.

But at the very least when the moving and unpacking is over, she will give and demand the very best cuddles to recover from the process.

Expect her to say that she was sore with helping you last night in an intentionally weird way to get a rise out of you and anyone in the vicinity.

Help Rating: 2/5, Call Lisa in for the love, not for physical labor.

(Eula) "Good grief, how much dust is in here?!" ACHOO! "Ugh...! If this was some elaborate scheme just to hear me sneeze the entire time, I will enact terrible vengeance upon you!"

Quips of revenge aside, she is actually very helpful!

Eula can carry the boxes no problem, and makes sure to have the proper posture when doing so.

If she can swing her claymore around like they're nothing, then surely your belongings will be jut as trivial?

She is also extremely gentle putting down boxes that she knows is full of your stuff.

The only real negative thing you have to deal with is just her constant muttering if a box is giving her too much trouble.

Help Rating: 3/5, You now swear vengeance upon the boxes thanks to Eula saying it over and over

(Noelle) "Please, allow me! I can have these put away in no time!"

The boxes will be hearing boss music upon Noelle's arrival.

For when there is a mess, Noelle is inevitable.

She somehow packs everything into the boxes into such an impossibly efficient manner, that you didn't know you could fit that much stuff into a small cardboard box.

Noelle also does it under a few hours without breaking a sweat.

The scary part is that she can go faster while keeping the same immaculate level of care if you give her a kiss on the cheek or praise her.

And it'll mean even more to her by the fact you're still helping her. It's the thought that counts!

Help Rating: You don't even need to be there/5

(Navia) "Here, just tell me where these boxes are going in your new home. Packing? Hm, no need!"

You know what she does instead of packing herself?

She hires someone else to do it.

When it comes to more personal items, she'll gladly help you wrap it carefully and with love.

But all your furniture?

Yeah, no. That's what the hired help is for.

You and Navia will be directing people left and right where to place the furniture and boxes of your belongings without really needing to lift a finger yourself.

Help Rating: 5/5, the best help is the kind where someone else does the entire job for you.

(Furina) "Oh, it is about time you come to me for aid, dearest! Allow me to help!"

In the wise words of Sergeant Johnson:

"Hmph, MY ASS!"

This woman didn't even unload her boxes when she moved into her apartment, what makes you think that she'd help you unload your stuff properly?

She may be an Archon but her arm strength and experience with moving is next to nothing.

Furina will act all cool and try to lift a box only for it to nearly collapse on her, or throw her out her back.

Her little familiars can't help with your boxes since you know, they're made of water.

But at least the pouting face she'll make will be cute. Kinda like Aqua, huh?

Help Rating: Just get Clorinde or Neuvillette, don't ask the blue gremlin/5

(Lumine) "We really need to get you a teapot! Anyways, let's get to work!"

Lumine doesn't mind to help, and her arm strength despite her appearance is insane.

She'll be carrying 3-4 boxes like it's nothing, though she struggles to actually see anything in front of her.

Paimon helps as much as she can, so you get a 2 for 1 deal asking Lumine!

She's a little unused to moving furniture herself since Tubby and the Teapot took care of that for her own home, but she makes moving very fun!

Help Rating: 5+1/5, but Lumine will question your taste in decor.

(AK-12) "Ah, moving dorms? Well, at least it's within the base and not too far.~"

Even though 12 is a combat android, she can only lift so much.

She might complain about the servos in her arms going haywire and that you'll need to fix them, but in reality she's just teasing just to get a rise out of you.

And despite her eyes being closed, she has better sense of her surroundings than you do, not once bumping into anything or hitting the doorframes.

Once its finished, 12 will just say that you 'owe her one' for helping with the move.

Help Rating: 3/5, it'd be higher but she's too damn smug about lifting more than you.

(AN-94) "Moving assignment understood. Providing assistance."

94 is a little stiff about the moving process at first.

But as it progresses, she uncharacteristically gets distracted by the items you choose to keep and throw away.

She'll ask with a curious expression about why you're throwing away old but usable items, and 94 ends up learning a lot about you.

While the move itself is very normal, it ends up being a nice bonding experience for the two of you!

Help Rating: 4/5, very sweet

(AK-15) "This weight is trivial. Please, stand aside for a moment."

15 is an absolute monster when it comes to the physical labor.

She will stack the heaviest boxes into one pile and carry it without even moving her hair.

15 helpfully moves any of the things you'd struggle with, all the while her expression doesn't really change.

She'd question why you'd thank her for simply doing her job, but it's something she'll appreciate with the slightest blush.

Help Rating: 5/5, she can probably lift you, me, and the boxes in one hand.

(RPK-16) "Hm...I wonder if humanity were to go extinct right now, what would the new race think of finding your belongings?...Hah, your face! Don't mind me, just thinking aloud.~"

16 is not really that strong, but since she's an android, boxes aren't too bad of a gig for her.

After all, she lugs around an LMG.

Regardless, she helps you pack but be prepared to answer a LOT of questions on why you own the items you do.

Both out of genuine curiosity, and to annoy the shit out of you.

But hey, you'll at least get through the moving somewhat quickly thanks to her.

Help Rating: 3/5, Thanks to her, there's now a lot of weird cryptic questions floating through your mind. Such as if the bug that finds its way into the box knows that it had walked into its tomb?

[pinkhoodi]

this color, no this color !

✎ᝰ — spider crew help y/n dye their hair !

♡⃕ — 1610!miles, miguel, gwen, hobie x black!reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + no warnings

♡⃕ — a/n: we are so back with atsv !

꒰ HOBIE BROWN ꒱

Ꮺ dying your hair with hobbie was a…mess. don’t get me wrong it was fun as both of you can make it but overall a mess

Ꮺ hobie introduced the idea of dying your hair to you actually. though when it came to the colors, he was indecisive just as much as you were so you two went to the beauty supply store and picked whatever color looks cool enough on you. I would say that you and hobie either picked polar opposite colors (you picked autumn colors meanwhile he went for a neon scheme) or picked something of similar color schemes, no in between

Ꮺ thankfully hobie knew how to deal with detangling and setting your hair up for the hair dye. he was very careful with the detangle cause he knows how tender-headed you can get. also before the putting the dye, he would consistently ask you if you really wanna go with this color and gave in when you threatened him

Ꮺ hobie would try to dye your hair in a more artistic way or something he knows suit your aesthetics. if you don’t have an aesthetic, he would def go off vibes and what kind of aura you carry around. but at the same time, he’ll ask you for some inspirations of how you want your hair to colored

Ꮺ during the process, he would have a reality show or his playlist playing in the background. sometimes he’ll hum a new song that’s in the works or tell you the progress his band is making

Ꮺ ngl, hobie can get a bit rude when dying your hair. only cause he wants this to come out exactly how you want it, not cause you can’t stay still….trust me !

Ꮺ in the end, hobie is complimenting tf out of your new result. he would smother you in compliments and think it’s one of the best pieces of work that he has done, no doubt

꒰ 1610!MILES MORALES ꒱

Ꮺ listen…he’s clueless just as much as you are. in his defense, it was your idea to do something spotaneus to your look and why not dye your hair? did he think you were crazy? …maybe ! but it ended being so much fun

Ꮺ miles have thought about dying his own hair before but having both parents be poc…yeah he knew better. not only that, but it’s already bad enough that he sneaks out for his spiderman duties, he do nawt need to make it worse with a new hair color

Ꮺ but for you, he is more than willing to help you dye hair. he just hopes that you have permission and you’re not sneaking out to do this. other than that, he is happily walking around the beauty supply store like a kid in a candy store while you’re looking for the hair dye. he’ll often come up to you and ask if you need this pomade or need this sort of gel

Ꮺ the night before miles did some research and called you to consult on what you need. he would screen share to show his pinterest board of color inspo (he’s lowkey a pinterest feen but that’s for another time), especially with your hair type. most of the phone call would be “okay but what about this?” “are you sure?” “so you’re telling me you’re not going with this?” miles just say you wanna dye YOUR hair like that…

Ꮺ but the experience was more than fun. you two’s favorite show was playing, he was telling you about his latest spiderman adventures, he’s rambling about any and everything he could think of. sometimes it would be silent when miles is fully focused or he’s asking questions to see if he’s doing it right

Ꮺ mile’s is your biggest cheerleader after it’s all over. after he takes a massive sigh and stretches his body, sometimes he forgets how tiring natural hair can take, even though he’s natural himself

꒰ GWEN STACY ꒱

Ꮺ just as bad as miles and maybe worse since she’s not familiar with your hair type. yes, she has dyed her hair before (more than likely multiple times) but she doesn’t wanna give you chemical damage or end up having you balding. which leads to her doing intensive research of what colors you should try, which box dye to buy, and how to apply the dye to your hair. listen, it was her and youtube for about five hours

Ꮺ she would be a tad bit hesitant when you asked her if she wanna helps you. she made sure that you asked her and not hobie who might be a better help than she could ever be. you reassure her that it won’t be as scary as she’s making it to be

Ꮺ now when it comes to buying the hair, please hold her hand while yall in the beauty supply store. it’s not that she’ll wander off but she is def intimidated being in there. she has a face of confusion on her as she browses on the products laid on the shelf. also asking questions on why you refuse to buy the lesser priced box dye. oh gwen baby…

Ꮺ gwen would offer to buy your stuff :). she learned how pricey it is to buy hair products from your many rants of having natural hair, so she’ll offer to pay half or at least a good amount

Ꮺ throughout the process, you guide gwen how to detangle and part your hair. she’s taking her precious time and going slow until she has enough confidence to speed herself up

Ꮺ all throughout, she would throw compliments and how she’s excited but very nervous on how the results will be. any result that would come, she know you’ll look good :)

꒰ MIGUEL O’HARA ꒱

Ꮺ now of all people you could ask…jk jk. when you asked, the man heavily side eye you and thought you were going through a phase. like no miguel, i just wanna change my look. he’ll ask if you’re sure that you wanna dye your hair or what’s wrong with the color you have now

Ꮺ but at the same time, he does accept the offer to help you cause who is he to deny some quality time? ngl, he lowkey became more excited to do this more than you were but he would never admit to it

Ꮺ miguel, as well, doing intensive research on what products works best for your hair type. he even offered paying for the more pricey dyes until you assured him that not all twenty-dollar box dyes works the best for natural hair. one day he’ll realize that for all hair care…one day

Ꮺ while shopping for the products, he keeps an eye on you so you don’t go over the budget that he made sure you set in place. when you show him a product that you both know you don’t know, he’ll go into lecture mode until you motion him to stop talking and put the product down. ofc miguel pays for everything and he doesn’t wanna hear a ‘I’ll pay for it’ from you so it’s best to just accept

Ꮺ I would say he doesn’t really need guidance on how to handle your hair cause he’s helped with your hair plenty of times. but from time to time, he would ask if he’s hurting you or if the hair is soft enough to work with before beginning the dyeing process

Ꮺ while dying your hair, he would allow you to ramble on while he listens. he would let you take control of the entertainment aspect of the pastime, but you settled for music. also, while you’re on your rant, he would plant small kisses along the back of your neck <3

Ꮺ in the end, after the washing and drying, you don’t allow him to see the end result until you’ve seen it and settled with it. even if you’re not satisfied with the result, he kisses your forehead and tells you that he’ll help you fix it. beforehand, he’ll often say that you look beautiful with your new color

♡⃕ mia back in her atsv era 🧏🏽‍♀️?? please i miss writing for these niggas

♡⃕ lemme know who was your fave :p

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 thessalonians 5:16-18

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[greencloakedfae]

Nell Shirt Recreation: Finishing Details

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Final update on this project. Yay for gender euphoric renegade nell shirt finally in my possession.

The tl;dr:

The Embroidery

Nell's Shirt has a cute little embroidered detail around the collar, neckline and cuffs. I'm ngl it is a bit hard to find any detailed and good quality shots that show exactly what it is, but my best guess is either just a plain zigzag stitch or a zigzag with a straight stitch on the outside edge. It's also done in blue thread.

From what I could see also, I believe it's done by machine with normal thread, rather than by hand or with embroidery thread.

I did some test swatches on my failed cuff pieces to test out different settings, but ultimately I ended up doing just a zigzag stitch. I also used a specific decorative zigzag stitch, rather than the usual type as that was making my fabric bunch up instead of laying flat, and I don't know enough about machine sewing to know how to fix that issue.

There's nothing crazy to note about this step, but this is what my collar and cuffs look like. It's nowhere near perfect, my machine sewing skills are very lacking, but I'm happy enough with it.

To get it so close to the edges on the cuffs, instead of doing a back and forth stitch to lock it in place, I just left the thread strands long, tied them in a knot and hid them inside the cuff.

Collar Button

Once you've done your embroidery stitch, find where you want the button to be. It's placed about halfway down the front neck opening on Nell's shirt, and I've done the same.

Her shirt seems to close with a loop rather than a buttonhole. You can do this in anyway you want, by including one in the seam when you do the lining or attaching it afterwards. I'm not sure what is specifically done on Nell's actual shirt, so I went for an option easiest for me.

I just followed this image I found on google as a guide:

After you've done that, you should end up with something that looks like this :D

Also taking a moment to appreciate the pretty shell buttons I finally got to use after finding them in a thrift shop like 3 years ago.

Cuff Buttons

Originally I was going to do the same method as I've done for the collar, however because I ended up making my sleeves slightly too long, I wanted my cuffs to sit more snuggle on my hands/wrists so that the extra length would just become poof. So if you want authenticity, and didn't make the same mistake I did, do the same as above.

Otherwise, I started with buttonholes. I'm not sure what this process looks like for machine done buttonholes, but I measured out the size of my button, and then used a seam ripper to cut my button hole. Keep the pins in place while you do this will also prevent you ripping your holes too big.

From there, I just did a very dense blanket stitch all around the outside of the hole to secure it.

Using this hole to mark out where the button should sit, I then sewed on my button to the other edge.

And with that you have a finished shirt!!!

[1moreff-creator]

DR:OS CH2 Part 2 First Impressions

You know what time it is! >:D I may have finished my analysis on CH1, but there'll still be much to write about CH2! So let's go in!

CWs

"Mark: It says the motive announcement is tomorrow morning." Great! We're screwed even faster than in CH1! xD

"Kennedy: This motive… it’s about death. We should be ready.

Aidan: Not this again…

Vanessa: Why do you think it’s about death…?

Ellis: Dude, don’t indulge them…" Even Ellis is done with Kennedy's shit by this point :p

"Ellis: Perhaps eleven of us will expire by the end of this very conversation. Kennedy will survive; Vivi, perhaps… it’s just a question of who else has the guts to stick it out ‘til the end.

I look around.

Ellis: Maybe Jeff will manage to absentee himself just in the nick of time.

Taylor: “Dude, don’t indulge them…”" This is just funny xD

"Vivi: Why don’t any of you ever listen to her?

Aidan: ‘Cause she’s wrong.

Vivi: You don’t know that! You always just assume! Like, you hear “Conspiracy Theorist” and just tune them out, but they’re an Ultimate Theorist! Are you really going to completely disregard that just… just because his talent has a stupid adjective on it?!" I told y'all! The reason Vivi respects Kennedy is because their talent also makes them look worse! Mad Duo my beloved.

"Vivi: But it’s not about the associations, it’s about Kennedy! You’ve talked to her!

Aidan: Pff. Yeah, and that’s why I don’t listen." Aidan just never misses, damn.

"Taylor: “You’re not seeing the big picture! See, the mastermind knows that I’ll solve all their puzzles, so they had to discredit me the second I even walked in the door! It’s so clear that you all aren’t thinking hard enough about it, because you aren’t ready to handle the truth, which I’m telling you!”” :O Taylor went kinda hard ngl.

"Is that the Paris influence, or something they cooked up all on their own? Whatever the case, I’m intrigued to see what happens next." You and me both, Ellis :p

[Harper FTE] Wee FTE time! And Harper's one of the characters we know the least about, so this is cool!

"Harper: Oh, hello Ellis. I’m not sure who this is for yet. I sort of just… started making it.

Ellis: Eh, makes enough sense. I know a lot of people like having something to do with their hands.

Harper: Yes, I tend to feel restless if I’m not doing anything." We are. Really driving this point home, huh?

"Ellis: Yeah, I’m used to people blowing up my phone too… Crazy to not have anybody knocking at my door. Any of my usual admirers, I mean." Sure babe.

"Harper: All of you are so interesting.

Ellis: Eh? Yeah, I get that a lot, when you get rid of the “all of.”

Harper: Everyone has such specific lives and interesting stories about them. It’s been nice getting to know you better." Yeah that's a nice way of putting "everyone here is insane."

"Ellis: You fancy yourself a storyteller at all?

Harper: I don’t consider myself one, but if there’s anything you’d like to know about, I’m willing to answer.

Ellis: Oh yeah? What’s your type?" I wonder how many times I'll write "Ellis never lets one go" before the end of this fangan :v

"Harper: Oh. I haven’t given it much thought.

Ve thinks for a moment.

Harper: Probably… someone sweet and thoughtful. I think that caring for the other person is the most important thing." Yeah that tracks :p

"Harper: What about yourself?

Ellis: Anyone.

The answer, it leaves my mouth before I can process in the slightest.

Ellis: Anyone… worthy of my time! You know, because they’re… interesting. And down for whatever. Like that." This also tracks, massively xD

"Harper: I’m sure your partners would speak highly of you."Harper: I’m sure your partners would speak highly of you.

Ellis: Yeah. Obviously.

I purse my lips.

Ellis: You too, if you’ve…

Harper: I haven’t.

I kinda guessed." How awkward can one conversation get? Lol. At leaast we get a bit more info on Harper!

"Man, I hope I didn’t embarrass myself in front of ver…

Ah, what am I saying? Ve literally admitted to me that ve hasn’t talked much to other people of ver status ver age. I’m setting the precedent! If anything, I’m sure I’m setting the standards too high." Remember that thing I said about Ellis going back and forth between faux overconfidence and insecurity? Yeah that.

"Davis: Oh, hey Ellis. Are you busy?

Ellis: For you? Uh… I could make time, if you need me for something.

Davis: It’s nothing important. I was just going to go on a walk. You can join, if you’d like." ? Very curious about this. Even if the color coding’s gonna be awful :p

"Davis: …Is it nice?

Ellis: Not as nice as you.

My hand moves to form a finger gun, but I choose to slap my hand to my face instead.

Ellis: Gah! Sorry. Uh, I guess it’s nice? People say that ignorance is bliss, don’t they?" I do really appreciate that Ellis is trying their best to back off from doing their pickup lines on Davis, it's sweet :)

"Davis: …Hi, Jeff.

Jeff raises an eyebrow at him.

Jeff: Everything good?

Davis: It’s fine.

I notice Davis speaking with a short tone. Does Jeff… bother him?

Ellis: Y’know what might make us better? Bar snacks!" Okay Davis was confusing me before but now I genuinely have no clue what's happening anymore. I am very, very intrigued. Also good on Ellis trying to make things less awkward ig.

"Davis: …Is this really the best use of our time…?

Jeff: Nothing wrong with enjoying what we have, right? The others would want us to be happy or whatever." Is that what's bothering Davis? Jeff's nonchalance? But he didn't seem to have this issue with Ellis, who presents herself like that too, so... I don't know :v

"Davis: …Somewhere else. I wouldn’t want to… intrude…

Jeff: Nah, stay a while. What’s the harm?

Davis: …

He looks to Jeff, then to me, seeming a bit uncomfortable." Wait does he think Ellis and Jeff are flirting, because of the sunglasses and finger guns thing I kinda skipped over here? Is that what's happening? I can't think of anything else, so.

"Jeff: Everything’s chill. Honestly, life’s pretty good. It’s normal, right? Get what I can from the place before skipping out." Funny you use that word, "normal." I've talked about how a point that seems to be getting made is how different that concept is for everyone, and this seems to be furthering that theme, which is cool :)

"Ellis: Wait, are you planning to escape?

Jeff: …Someday, yeah, obviously? Like, at some point, one or more of us is gonna get out of here, and I’d like it to be me.

Davis: Even if you’re the only one?

Jeff: I mean… yeah? Everyone’s in it for themself. If everyone else goes and dies off, that’s not on me.

Too bad you’re not the lucky student, hot stuff." So we've decided we wanted even more parallels to Ellis' mindset, huh? Though if I understand the creation process correctly, this is more or less a coincidence, which is crazy. Point stands, though.

"Davis: Don’t you worry about them at all? Could you still see it as a good thing, if everyone else has to die for you?

Jeff: Sure. I’m in it for me, no matter where I am.

Davis: Don’t you think that’s selfish?

Jeff: I mean, yeah. But who cares? I’d expect everyone else to be acting in their own best interest all the time, too.

Davis: But… you’ve probably hurt people, haven’t you? The people you leave behind all the time… wouldn’t they miss you?

Jeff: Do I care?" Okay circle back, Davis doesn't think Jeff and Ellis are flirting. It's just that Ultimate Absentee is apparently a talent he really doesn't like, ig. Wonder if it ties into his Bachelor status in any way.

"Davis: Are you really just… going to ditch this conversation, too…?" Classic Jeff move xD

"Jeff: Geez, what’s his deal…?

Ellis: I guess he’s one of those “traumatized by murder” types.

Jeff: Ah. Sucks to be him, I guess." Bro???

"I excuse myself sooner than I’d like, though– for some reason, I’m feeling slightly nauseous. Must be the water." Uh... there's not already some kind of murder plan being set up, right? Ellis felt nauseous because of the conversation and is just doing his bravado thing when he says it's the water, right? Right?

"Unfortunately, tonight I find myself next to Vivi and Kennedy. At least Mark’s here." Speaking of murder, I'm getting really worried about the amount of screen time the Mad Duo is getting this chapter already. Surely, they wouldn't die yet, right? Right? x2

"Kennedy: Motive theories. Go." Hysterical. I love him xD

"Vivi: But, you don’t mean, like, death-death, right? Like, in a way we can’t still fix…? I wouldn’t just let someone die like that.

Ellis: Um… and what exactly does that mean?

Vivi: If someone’s still alive, I can save them, no matter what." I wonder if that idea will ever come into play.

"Kennedy: No, they’re onto something here! It wouldn’t just be them… Maybe, over the course of the game, different motives will only affect different people…" Why are we doing discussing this, anyways? Watch Kennedy be right about this lol.

[Motive Theory Discussion] There are some pretty good points being brought up here. I wonder if these characters did sign up for it. Knowing what we know about the Tragedy, it'd kinda make sense for followers of Junko to do some shit like that. But that's only a possibility. Who knows!

"Kennedy: True. But for now… You’re good at this, huh?

Mark: Me?

Kennedy: I’ve gotta get you up to speed. Together, the two of us could really figure out some big mysteries of this place." Get in loser we're going theorizing xD

Also what do you mean "two of us." Kennedy don't leave out Vivi like that >:p

Should I be worried that Mark is getting dragged into this sorta like Cass was, given Cass was the CH1 victim? Nah, surely not.

"Vivi: Still. [Kennedy's theories] all lead somewhere.

Ellis: Sure.

That “somewhere” is more like the middle of a mental desert with no gas, cash, or cell signal, but you can’t deny the journey." Lol.

"We’re really in the rat race now, aren’t we? While everyone chases after victory, morality, chill vibes, whatever, we’re all just becoming smaller creatures with pointier teeth, scrambling around the halls for nothing. I keep getting distracted by those damn pieces of cheese.

First, Harper diverts my attention with that colorful quilt and tries to lure me into ~emotional vulnerability~. Then, I bring Davis to the Pool, and he gets mad at Jeff and I for expressing our real emotions! And then there’s Kennedy, the wildest rat of all, chomping at the bit to try to outpace the scientists that have trapped us all. Good luck with that, Chuck E Cheese." Feeling poetic, are we? Pretty cool analogy though :)

"Monoquin: Greetings, contestants. Please enter the Movie Theater." Woo! Motive time! Everything's about to get worse! :D

"Right… just a few days ago, I was sitting here with both Vanessa and Antonia." Ouch.

"The screen displays what looks like a roulette wheel, but instead of the numbers, our faces sit at the ends of each of the fourteen slices." Oh hey it's the thing from the announcement poster! Minus Monoquin plus Ellis, presumably. Didn't think that would come up, but cool!

"It goes around, and around, and then, the screen goes black.

There’s a thud as something falls from a panel in the ceiling.

Ellis: Woah!

I instinctively lean away from where the object crashes down. No. No. No. This isn’t another of those crazy murder boxes, is it?" Alright I'm scared, what's happening.

"Grace: Justin? JUSTIN?!

Ellis: Wait, it actually IS another crazy body arrival?!

Noah: What?! Wait, no, that can’t…

Mark: This… this is the motive?

Monoquin: Yes. In the simplest of terms, this is the “Loved One’s Roulette.” Each day, at this same time, everyone will gather in the Movie Theater, and a randomly selected contestant will lose a loved one– whoever it would trouble them most to lose." ...Well there goes the Grace!MM theory! Sort of. And also Justin! Goddamn!

This is a pretty cool motive! THH just left the fate of the loved ones vague (and from UDG we know they weren't straight up dead), but this takes that and spins it! Now you don't know who the loved one is, but you know they're gonna die if you're unlucky! Adding that sort of random time limit is crazy, I love it.

Wait- Oh shit Kennedy was right! It did have to do with death! Crazy! Alright so now we know what the deal with the Show Room is, at least, which is neat.

Not only that, but it also only affects certain people! Mark, for example, wouldn't be affected because they don't remember any loved ones. I wonder if that really means there's only eleven loved ones in danger here, with five participants who don't have any loved ones to threaten them with. Antonia and Cass are probably two (not because they don't have loved ones, but because they're already dead), Mark's another, I'm betting Jeff is the fourth, and the fifth is Aidan maybe? Not so sure on those last two. That's kinda what makes the most sense to me right now, I wonder if they'll confirm or deny it.

Another point, sorta unrelated but still about the motive. Monoquin claims the loved one lost will be "whoever it would trouble [the participant] most to lose." Grace lost Justin, not their parents, which we know they have. Curious.

Also for some guesses as to which loved ones each person would lose:

Vanessa: Sister, confirmed to exist via Q&A.

Antonia: Sister (N/A since she's dead).

Paris: A friend? I don't think she's ever mentioned family.

Vivi: Family member, she's mentioned them a bunch.

Ellis: Step-siblings? Though the wheel probably won't land on them due to Luck.

Grace: Justin (obviously confirmed).

Noah: I would say sisters, but given his conversation with Vivi earlier, maybe it would be a friend.

Jeff, Aidan, Mark: N/A.

Taylor, Davis, Kennedy, Cass, Harper: No idea. (Cass is N/A anyways due to death).

Alright that was fun let's actually keep reading now :p

"They literally showcased this motive as a form of gambling. I’m the lucky one, and I’m great at gambling!" The point I made, yeah.

"This stupid wheel will never be able to lay its hands on my…

My…

…who?" Okay hold on maybe replace Aidan with Ellis in the N/A section lol. Does she really not have anyone, or does she just not know who it would be out of everyone she knows?

"Kennedy: Told you so.

Vivi: Kennedy!" I concur with Vivi, Kennedy this is kinda insensitive xD

"Aidan: Not the time for this, Rey." Yeah that.

"Grace: This isn’t fair! I… I should have had a chance, just like everyone else!

Monoquin: My apologies, Mx. Thomas, but it was random chance.

Taylor: Grace…?

Jeff: …You’d have done it, huh?

Ellis: Hey, hey, we don’t know that’s the “chance” that Grace was talking about. Maybe they just meant, y’know, a chance to process and… come to terms with it.

Who would it be?

Grace: I meant what I said. So what? It’s trading our lives for the lives of those we care about. Is it so criminal if the total number of lives lost would be the same thing?" Holy shit Grace was fucking ready. And you know they don't waste no time! If they hadn't gotten picked, come the next morning, there probably would have been a body to discover, and not from the roulette. Crazy. I wonder if Ellis' luck came into play there, to keep people alive for a bit longer by making the motive inapplicable to the one that hates wasting time.

Also yeah Ellis just straight up doesn't know who his loved one is, crazy.

"Vivi: …I can try to save him.

Harper: How…?

Vivi: I’ve never tried before, but it's possible… I don’t know how recently he died or anything, but… people’s hearts can stop and they can still be brought back, right? People can be temporarily “dead.” It’s possible…" Oh hey it did come up! Crazy timing ig.

"Grace: Absolutely not.

Vivi: Why not? If you care about him so much, isn’t it worth trying? Isn’t it our responsibility to do whatever we can to help these people?

Grace: And what would you do to him? If you fail, would his body still be intact? Would I even be able to recognize his face?

Vivi: H-hey!

Davis: This… isn’t really helping…

Vivi: So you’d kill for this guy, but now that he’s dead, you won’t even let me try to bring him back?!

Grace: Leave him alone!" Holy hell tensions are getting high, goddamn.

"Paris: Hey, you two, take a sec, deep breaths, chill, all that. Yelling isn’t gonna bring back the dead, y’know~?" This is not the time for a tilde (~), Paris! How are you still so unbothered by all this?! What?!

"I don’t have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or… anyone…" Huh.

"Grace: No." Don't worry Vivi someone will let you do science here one day, I promise. You couldn't at the talent show and you couldn't now, but I trust.

"Davis: This… you said this was every day?

Monoquin: Until someone commits a murder, yes.

Taylor: That’s… such a cruel motive.

Aidan: …Get used to it, I guess." First Davis line not to work perfectly with Davis!MM btw, but also Aidan is as insane as ever lol.

"Would my family still care about me, after I left home? I don’t check back in often. I mostly just hang out with an entourage now– My… friends…?" Well, there's... some people it could be, maybe Aidan really is the fifth "N/A". Assuming that's what the graves mean, anyways.

[Noah FTE] Well time to move on from the most horrific shit ever! Hurray!

"Ellis: Yeah, the people here are a little different than your typical frat. Like, can you imagine Taylor in a frat? Paris???" That would be an image, for sure.

"Noah: Yeah, that’d be wild. You’d fit in pretty well, but I take it you don’t go to college.

Ellis: Pfft. ‘Course not. I don’t need that when I’ve already got fabulous wealth and great looks.

Noah: Makes sense." Just in case anyone was wondering, lol.

"Ellis: What do they teach you in those fancy college English classes?

Noah: I don’t really pay attention to most of them.

Ellis: Ayy, up top!" No respect for the classics smh.

"I shiver as I think of Robert on the dance floor." Truly, a horrifying image.

"Ellis: And, what about you? I assume you must’ve started partying at college, if not before.

I hope he doesn’t realize that I didn’t mention a “before.”" Yeah, for all we know about Ellis, we know surprisingly little of his earlier years.

"Noah: Like ten or something. I went to the same college as my dad, and he’s, like, super big on our frat. He donates all the time and helps run events and stuff, so I pretty much grew up there. 

Ellis: They let a ten year old into a college party?

Noah: Just me. It wasn’t, like, a usual thing." ???? Bro??? I mean neat backstory but what in the actual hell???

"Noah: As long as people get to where they need to be, it doesn’t matter too much how long it takes, right?

Ellis: Ah. You’re one of those “destination over journey” types.

Noah: It’s not like life ends at the destination, right? You’re just moving on to a new part." Neat perspective!

"Ellis: Hey, Mark. Uh, Vivi…? What are you doing…?

Vivi: Trying to find a way to raise the dead." Yeah this is a normal topic of conversation xD

"Vivi: I’m not going to try to resurrect Justin without Grace’s consent or anything! I’m just… seeing what theories I might have, in case someone consenting does show up." Good! I was worried at the start of this scene that something really fucked was going on.

"I look at Mark in a way that says, “please don’t tell me you’ve joined them, Mark.”

Mark: I figured it’d be good for someone to keep her company. There’s a lot they’re trying to do." Mad Duo turning into Theory Trio let's go!!! (I'm joking I don't really think Mark's that insane yet).

"Ellis: We really don’t need to add a zombie apocalypse on top of everything else." That would be a hell of a plot point though xD

"Vivi: I mean, you can’t guarantee if a corpse gives consent to it, but that’s why there are powers of attorney and stuff, right? It’s not like this never happens in the real world. Loved ones can consent for those who are unable to." Ah, the ethical ramifications of attempting to raise the dead, lol.

"Vivi: At least one person cares about their loved one enough to try to save them. I guarantee it." I mean, yeah. Vivi themself would probably try this on their loved one, right?

"Vivi: …I mean, hopefully I’ll get some test runs in. I ordered some mice from the Customer Service Desk…" Of course you did. Goddamn, they really weren't kidding when they said the doctor was Mad, huh?

"Noah: …She’ll be fine, right? She’s not going to do anything completely unreasonable…" I am very worried about whatever's about to happen.

"Then again, it is kinda messed up. It’s like using someone as an organ donor when they didn’t check that box on their driver’s license." The ethics of the situation are all kinda fucked, yeah.

"Whatever. Whatever. It’s just me. I’m not the one who needs to be making decisions like these. Coast until the lucky end– that was my strategy from the start, and it’ll be my strategy until the end." Classic Ellis, really.

"Noah: Hey, uh… good food at the buffet today, right?

Noah nudges Vanessa gently.

Vanessa: Yeah, it’s nice, I guess." I like how Noah's trying to cheer Ness up, it's sweet :)

"Aidan: …Hey. Who do you think your people are?

Vanessa: Uh… I mean, my sister, probably…" Yeah... ouch...

"Noah: …It’s gotta be my dad. I’ve… sort of accepted it, if it has to happen." I kinda forgot about his dad earlier in this post oops. But yeah, this tracks with the FTE.

"Ellis: Well, uh… I care about all of them equally! So, still no leads." Sure babe.

"Aidan: Eleven graves, fourteen contestants. Three people don’t have anyone in the rotation." Oh so suddenly theorizing about the motive based on the Show Room is okay, huh? Funny how that workds xD

"Aidan: It’s gotta be, right? I assume one is Mark, because they wouldn’t recognize anyone who turned up for them. Then there’s me, and one more.

Vanessa: You don’t care about anyone…?

Aidan: I mean, who would it be? It’s not like I’ve consistently spent time with anyone recently, or ever. Hell, in the last year, I've probably had the most conversations with Davis ‘cause he keeps coming to me." Seems he and I arrived at the same conclusion about Mark, so the question is whether the last one is Jeff or Ellis (or someone else but I find the others a bit more unlikely). Also, I wasn't imagining it, Davis is sticking close to Aidan, cool!

"Aidan: Do you remember what Grace said earlier today? About the whole trading equal numbers of lives thing? It’s not one to one. Not if you try to actually win as the blackened.

Ellis: Well yeah, if you assume that each of us only has one person on standby. As far as we know, there’s nothing to stop Grace from being rolled again.

Aidan: Nah, I asked Monoquin. One slot per person. If we get through all fourteen days, the motive’s over, and we get a new one." I mean, the whole "one to one" thing really wouldn't last if a few more deaths happened before someone actually murdered, so. But cool to know that there's only one per person!

"Vanessa: If no one you care about is at stake, why do you even care so much…? 

He shrugs.

Aidan: I figured other people did." Right, Aidan acts on what he thinks other people care about, since he doesn't give a shit about anything, generally speaking.

"Ellis: Do you think… the mastermind has someone on the line? Or do you think they’re one of those three slots? [...]

Noah: I mean, couldn’t the mastermind, like… lie? They could have the randomizer rigged, or turn up some random body and be like, “oh no, my person!” We don’t actually know who anyone’s people are, let alone what they look like. 

Vanessa: If it’s like that, then do you think the mastermind would bother with all that…?

Aidan: It’s probably less suspicious that way, right?" Oh hey, maybe Grace!MM is back on, actually. Would make sense if they didn't want to risk Vivi actually raising the dead only for the corpse to reveal that he's not Justin actually xD I don't think that's what's happening, but y'know. Where is Kennedy when you need him?

"Aidan: Me, Mark, and one more. Probably Ellis or Jeff.

Ellis: Wh–hey! I just told you who my people were!

Aidan: Not really." Lmao. Also yeah Aidan and me are on, like, the exact same wavelength here.

"Super Vivi is here to save the day, defy god, and reverse the biological process that’s ruled the Earth since its creation! I’m sure a 20-something in a crop top with a scalpel dangling from her ear is perfectly equipped to handle that. Honestly, how do they delude themself so badly…?" Ellis just can't handle a death defying bitch, huh?

"But, what if? Luck can only carry someone so far. I can be delayed as far to the back as I please, but if no one kills for fourteen days, there’s no running or hiding from seeing my result, whatever it may bring. Does that just mean that somebody will kill before my sliver has the chance to yield results?

Who am I kidding? We’ve had two contestants die before there was even a motive announced. Somebody’s definitely going to snap if there are actual other lives on the line. There just might be a few more bodies than anticipated standing in the way between me and my freedom." Yeah, no chance it actually goes through all 14 lol. That said, I am very curious to see who'll be next.

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Wow, what a chapter! Motive's getting announced pretty quickly, all things considered, but it makes sense with what the motive is. And it's a hell of a motive! I like it a lot! As always, excited to move forward, this chapter's looking even better than the last one! I'm just worried about how much we seem to be lining up for Vivi to die this chapter, but let's hope I'm just imagining things xD Thanks for reading, see ya'!

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APPRECIATION POST ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ(*/ω＼*)

Special Shout Out To My DOAK aka Diary of a Wimpy Kid PEOPLE

I appreciate all of you so much! Thank you again for noticing the posts and just interacting with my blog in general. It's been a few years since I've made gifs and have been active here and the fact that y'all still use my gifs in your RP's or your fanfictions or your headcannons etc. that just absolutely blows my mind that you still interact with my blog somehow even though I hadn't posted in a couple to a few years!

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Also yes I went through my activity list within the passed couple of weeks for this year (2024) to be able to make sure I got everyone tagged. In a different post I will be going through all the gif sets and making another appreciation post to those of you that have supported and interacted all of the DOAK gif sets and posts that I have made over the years. You guys are all so flipping awesome and I can't believe I still get interactions on gif sets I made YEARS AGO to this very day! It's so crazy how active this fandom still is but I am so proud that it's still active!

If you guys want more gifs or want to be included in taglists for future gif sets of anyone in DOAK as the characters (or cast) or anyone else (in general) let me know. I do take requests for fanfictions, role plays, etc. whatever you need gif images for I'll do it. It might just take me a bit of time but I will always make sure I get to it.

You all have made my absolute year just for interacting with my small little blog so it does make me absolutely sentimental. You are appreciated even if you think it was just a small or automatic thing to like or reblog or comment etc. I just wanted to show y'all how much I appreciate every single one of you.

Now before I go, I gotta get through all the other fandoms as well that have been interacting with my blog since I decided that this week is gonna be my appreciation week for everyone that has interacted with my blog since I began to become more regularly active again.

Thank you again loves... and I hope you have a wonderful time of day or night that you see this post. Also please never be a stranger, I am always willing to make new friends online. It's kinda hard in young adulthood to figure out how to make friends ngl... but yeah, comment, dm, like, reblog, etc. I would like to interact with y'all too only if you're comfortable with that though, and if you're not that's okay and hope you aren't too weirded out by my extremely sentimental appreciation post towards y'all.

Taglist from 2024 Activity Notes as early as March

Likes & Interactions Taglist:

@luluartpop | @studiotriggerfan397 | @elevatorkissesxoxo | @loadeddiperdrummer | @crystical33 | @shaybot12 | @some-good-juju | @alexkorn | @slayerfxx | @rejectedbat | @chillbaby666 | @1h3yad0r3m8m8 | @rodrickruleslmao | @riddlbot | @avvidarkfem | @heffleyzzn

Reblogs Taglist:

@loadeddiperdrummer | @heffleyzzn

Added to Blogs Taglist:

@ch9rm thanks for adding my gif to your headcannon blog post! I'm happy that out of all the gifs on tumblr you decided mine was like good enough to add into the post. it seems silly and small but it does mean a lot. also oof, the NSFW part... I DIED. NGL, agh! definitely seems on brand for Rodrick!

@myobsessionishockstetter thanks for adding my gif of rodrick to your post from a few months back! I know there's a lot of gif creators out there that honestly can probably make better quality images- anyways, just wanted to say that I appreciate the fact you were able to find use for my image in your blog post! love the meme images you have there lol because it's so true. How did he never pull any of the hottest girls or anyone in general in the movies. The world may never know. like he is too attractive to not have pulled anyone but I guess movie writers needed to keep those things outta the storyline since it is all about Greg and not Rodrick... but still! other family/kids movies have an attractive older brother that was able to pull a lot of people in general and somehow still make it family/kid friendly.

@solaceofacube thanks for adding my gif of Rodrick to your blog post a while back ago. I haven't played the game, but from the image of the character that was added to the post that you reblogged a while back ago I mean it's an uncanny resemblance in my opinion. DOAK Devon Bostick/Rodrick Heffley definitely would be a great Andrew Graves! I can't unsee it!

@takenbypeter I commented on your story but honestly, since I am doing an appreciation post for everyone that has actively somehow interacted with my gif images and blog in general this year, I just wanted to thank you again for adding my gif to your prompt story/imagine! It's so flippin' good every time I read it! Also, yes I tend to go back and re-read it at times, it's just a masterpiece. SO CUTE AND THE FEELS! AGH I LOVE IT!

@lydiaxdd thanks for adding the drummer gif to your blog post that I made! ahaha I don't blame you for wanting to date anyone that looks like Devon Bostick/Rodrick Heffley. He is extremely attractive!

@cxsmiclore Thanks for adding my gif of Rodrick to your fanfics taglist! it's just really cool to see which images people tend to prefer of Rodrick for certain blogs and things of that sort.

@minawritesfanfic I know I commented on your story already as well but just wanted to say thanks again for adding my gif into your fanfic! I am in the middle of reading part 1 since things got a bit hectic while trying to read up on everything, and when I left the app it refreshed on me. But I really am excited to see what all leads up to Part 5 of Backyard Boy.

BONUS: Here is the masterlist to all of my TMR Gif Sets if y'all want to request any of the 3 movies for me to add, let me know and I will scrape some time to do that. Thank you again so much for all the support on the blog and these gifs. Y'all are awesome!

[radgalniya]

“it should’ve been called the love doctor”: a ‘how to date billy walsh’ movie review

i really only watched this bc charithra was in it, but also sometimes you just get in the mood for a cheesy teen romcom.

1. anyway. i hate archie’s character. he is the worst friend ever. like are you sure you like her??? bc hes so mean to her. he basically called her an ugly loser and made her fucking cry and then STILL chose to pretend to be the love doctor, lie to her face, and saboutage her the entire process.

2. that scene where amelia does the whole school girl outfit and then struts past everybody is so cute love her character. i’m so mad it didnt end well for her then they called her splat face girl like yall are DEAD WRONGGG lmaoo

3. yknow ik shes crazy for being in love w/ billie after 10 hours but hes fine as hell so i mean.. i get it.

4. mean girls in movies need to have better digs. they were not intimidating. NO BARS. but when archie said “if i throw a stick amber would you chase it”?!?!?! he ate this one lil thing and the bitch responds w/ “sorry i dont speak nerd” girl pls move on. and then he said “we’ve got geography and these bitches are history” BARSSSSS

5. i’m sorry i’m back again to shit on archie. he is the WORST. it’s so hard to watch amelia take his love doctor advice on her date with billy brooo it’s painful i had to keep pausing. i’m praying she uses her brains and they end up dating at the end bc i stg if somehow archie gets the girl after treating her like shit i’ll throw up.

6. i’m ngl billys you dont know me speech reminded me of that riverdale scene where the guy is like i had to drop out of the fifth grade to push drugs to support my nana or whatever he said

7. i’m sick of millenials making teen movies and shows and putting every cliche they can. no one uses hashtags anymore outside of tumblr like pls get real and then the overuse of emojis boooo

8. i feel like they forced this whole billy and amelia arent right for eachother thing and it makes no sense. like they pour their hearts out to each other for what…for him to judge her for a fear fart pls…like archie is an asshole stop trying to make fetch happen!

9. she ditches him… at her house… right before the dance…ykw maybe i was wrong maybe amelia and archie are made for eachother. both so unnecessarily mean

10. he said “ive never been broken up w before so can i stop u right there” lmao iconic. love billy walsh. he is the best character in the movie. nobody deserves him. ig i forgive amelia tho cus she apologized.

[caramelstarlight]

Hi! I really like your works, I’ve just been too shy to send in anything. If your taking prayers right now, maybe a Tighnari x reader, where reader is Alhaitham’s sibling and can be described as the Akademiya’s “crazy lady” always coming up with insane/crazy theories and projects, will rant about topics that even leave the Sages scratching their heads, but still highly respected. People are really surprised when they learn that Tighnari and the reader are dating and Alhaitham's sibling. (sorry if it's a lot) I understand if your busy and not taking prayers at this time.

✅ /⭐️ Yeahh bestie I gotchu. Prayer is accepted!!

(Points to you for being a person who didn’t use anonymous xd! They can be so rare sometimes.)

Gonna make us Rtarawhist or whatever. Ngl I’m kinda in genshin as a character. Aka Layla. I used to have a mini Cryo vision and I like swords the best. My name is similar spelling to layla but has the same way of pronunciation.

Illuminating the Flora

(F reader/lil sis of Alhaitham x Tighnari)

(Characters: Tighnari, F Y/N, Alhaitham, Layla, Cyno, Nilou, Collei) (Hydro vision, Sword) (Healer / Attacker)

Sypnosis:Female reader who loves coming up with Theories that are beyond understandable to anyone else beside them(Al-Haitham excluded prob????) meets her partner. Fluff with fighting(Extroverted reader, they would be rambling on about their theories so they’d be social-?)

Story under cut! (Slight angst bc of fighting???) (Can be read as G/N if you ignore the Al Haitham calling you his sister.) (Keeping this in mind that it’s Rtawahist)

“Heyy Layla!” You said as you waved to her excitedly. Going towards the sleep-deprived woman. Holding a few pieces of paper as she saw you while near the fountain. (The one in her hangout where you meet!) She’d wave silently interested in what’s you come up with today. She and her other half found it interesting of what your brain could think of so quickly. It may not make a lot of sense to them but they see how happy you are so they don’t dare to ruin it.

“What’s you come up with this time Y/N?” She’s ask yawning in between her sentences. Having another all-nighter… placing herself on the fountains edge. Being careful to not get herself wet. You mimicked what she did before explaining what you had come up with.

“you see, if the stars and planets are made of dust, shouldn’t water in the space make them grow or dissolve? Especially the sun! It’s blazing hot! It’s worse than traveling to the desert sometimes.” You’d question yourself trying to come up with an answer as she laughed quietly. “I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t grow or dissolve. I don’t think they’d really be affected by the water.” A few talks with Layla seemed to help you with your theories and projects that you could do. Wondering if others could agree with your theories. You may be young but your mind is always head of your years. Same goes for Al-Haitham. maybe it runs in the family…

“I’ll be off Layla! Thanks for helping me sort my thoughts out.” You’d say. Waving goodbye as she went to her class. Your next class is about Zodiacs. What makes people them in a sort of way, it is believed that your birth month changes you slowly but helpful in the process.

Seeing him in the class brought you great joy. He was always early to his classes and you happen to share two classes. You took your seat as your gaze lingered on him for a bit of time. Before you turned your head away and back to the front. (Zodiacs and about plants like the Nilotpala lotus, such as why they only bloom at night or time sensitive ones.)

—After class— (idk what they learned ;-;)

“Tighnari!” You’d say as you catched up to him leaving the classroom. He stared at you with a smile before turning his head back towards his neutral view. You two turned into a different area. Seemingly no one was nearby. So they shouldn’t hear the conversations. (Someone’s gonna hear and it’s gonna be like Alhaitham)

He’d hold you gently, taking in your scent from your hair for a few moments as he wrapped his tail around you. “I heard you came up with another theory. I’d be keen on hearing it sometime before you forget it.” He’d joke, knowing you’d move from it quickly.

“Maybe later…? I just want to relax with the free-time we have today.” You’d tell him. Enjoying his warmth and presence. He lowered his ears and gazed at you lovingly. Silently telling you that he also wanted to do so. He gave you a little peck on the cheek as focused on you. Looking at what you had chosen to wear today.

A similar outfit to Layla but more adorned with jewels symbolizing wishes and more based on daylight. You always wore a different outfit with a new combo. It was refreshing to you and fun, it didn’t cost much as you had your brother getting what you wanted. (Dw you don’t buy much-)

You enjoyed the time silently as Tighnaris ears perked. Alerting the both of you, as he lowered an raised them. Hearing someone coming. But it was too late till they saw you both. It was your big brother, the scribe.

You both quickly departed from one another. Both blushing brightly as he looked with a slightly amused expression. “Al- al Haitham-?!” Tighnari stuttered, hoping he would keep a secret for him. You’d look away and towards a wall in embarrassment.

“You never told me you were dating. But I suppose my little sister always keeps her secrets hidden.” Al-Haitham said as he turned you around to not face the wall. “H-hey! I have my own life too y’know! You don’t need to be a know-it-all about me just because I’m your little sister!” You’d retaliate back to him. Not thinking about your choice of words. Whisper-shouting to him as Tighnari malfunctioned.

“Your siblings?!” He’d whisper shout at the both of you as you and him nodded. Realizing not many knew you were related and just thought you had the same last name but different families. (Like so many ppl can have the last name Takahashi bro- I have seen so many ppl with it)

“Oh you didn’t know-? I thought you did-?!” You’d say back at Tighnari. Hoping the whisper shouts wouldn’t gather your friends or strangers.

“No I didn’t!” He’d say as Tighnari held one of your hands. “Realizing it now I should’ve known sooner… same last name and age.” He’d sigh, lowering his ears and tail in dissapointment.

“Hey it’s okay! Not many people know…”’your state trying to cheer him up as Al-Haitham talked to him about being your boyfriend. He had trust in him that he would take care of you. Walking away from the area and onto the outside / entrance / threshold of the akademiya.

(After announcing your relationship with Tighnari and being siblings with Al-Haitham.)

People were gasping. It’s as if they struggled to breathe oxygen. Leaving many shocked and puzzled. None knew about your lover and brother.

Turns out Tighnari needed a few materials from the desert. So you went with him. Unknowingly, the news about your status of being Al-Haitham sister spreaded quicker than the reaction, a target now plagued into your back unknowingly. Tighnari flicked his ears, getting cautious as the fur on his tail bristled.

You noticed this quickly. He grabbed you suddenly, dragging you away from what seemed to be eremites. Dodging their arrows as you both hid behind some tall rocks. He’d shush you quickly as he heard them going closer. Grabbing your hand again. Leaving before they went to your spot. Using your hydro vision to make the sand wet in a different direction. The eremites followed it. You both successfully left.

or do you thought. Eremites came up from behind as they happened to have backup. Your eyes widened as Tighnari went in front of you. Getting stabbed into his stomach. Shielding you from the hit.

You’d shout at the eremites seeing what they did. Healing Tighnari quickly as he got up. Using his mine to confuse the eremites. You used it as a chance to bloom as he used his three quick charged shots. Healing him with your skill. Dodging attacks as they swung at you, hitting your arm as you got knocked to the ground. Dodging more attacks while kicking them away and up onto your feet using your burst while Tighnari used his. (For context, you summon stars to follow you and heal everyone while having increased crit dmg,rate,atk and healing. The stats have a big first impact like Kiraras but has a decent amount of damage after its first few hits. Skill is you harnessing hydro power like Candace and dealing healing/dmg.)

“There’s still more?!” You’d state as more kept coming towards the both of you. Keeping your health from hits up high. (Tighnaris still wounded, it’s not like in genshin where they get injuries and nothing happens beside hp bar.) A flash of lightning appeared with a wave. It was cyno and Nilou?!

“I was looking for these eremites.” Cyno stated as he charged forward. “I saw you both fighting and went to go get cyno!” Nilou said worriedly as she helped with the fight. Eventually the waves of eremites ended quickly. Seeing cyno was always a bad sight for those against him.

“Thank you cyno and nilou!” You’d say as you looked at them for a few moments hearing them speak as you tended to Tighnaris wounds carefully. Using your hydro power to heal him.

“You’re welcome Tighnari and Y/N.” They’d both stated as you checked on everyone’s injuries. They left as you took Tighnari back to Gandharva Ville.

“Heyy! Collei!” You’d say as you saw collei coming closer to the two of you. Worrying about the both of you as you headed with Tighnari to get himself patched up. When he woke up collei left you both alone with one another.

“I’m sorry narii! It’s my fault you got injuries if I just never announced it with you and kept it a secret for a little longer-MMH?!” You’d state as he kissed you. Preventing you from bad-mouthing yourself. He held you close as you stared at his blood-stained jacket on the side. Wrapping his tail around you comforting you efficiently.

“You did great. Don’t be a worrywart for me?”He’d ask you, looking at you with slight puppy eyes and adoration. His voice was soothing as you both sat in comfortable silence. You eventually fell asleep.

(ENDING 1)

He gently Carried you to the bed. Making sure to not wake you up as he gazed at you when he settled you down and went next to you. Wrapping his tail against you again as he put his chin above your head. Using his arms to bring you closer to him. You leaned into his touch and into his chest. He gazed at you and played with your hair for a few moments before falling asleep.

(ENDING 2)

He gazed at you sleeping in his arms. Staying in the hug position as he grabbed a nearby book and read it. Preparing and studying for tests. Knowing you’ll need his help later on with preparation. He gathered a few bits of info and left it on the side. Putting you on the couch as he left to go do work with collei before returning shortly.

(Kinda glad how this turned out ngl! This was fun imo as I like being super imaginative about certain things.)

(Hope you enjoyed!!)

[jokerislandgirl32]

Karma’s A B*tch…

So I heard the news surrounding the JoJo version of this song and this version, and I had to listen to both and watch the videos (bit traumatized by JoJo’s ngl… she’s literally looked like Pennywise at one point and he freaks me out, so yeah…).

I am personally crazy about Brit’s version, and the music video for this version fits the lyrics perfectly! So, it made me think about Zach and Violet (of course, lol)! And even though they don’t “cheat” on each other, there are undertones of infidelity in their relationship prior to them getting together because they both pursue other relationships while in love with each other. If that makes sense.

So, I see this as a Zach song because he regrets what he does to Violet, but after finding out she’s dating too he becomes jealous and hopes karma will seek revenge on her. But Zach’s spiteful wish does not play out as he hoped…Violet’s hurt in the process, in ways he never imagined.

See below cut for some fic clips, connections to the song. Please note that there are mentions of infidelity (kind of?), cursing, implied abuse, ill wishes, mentions of alcohol consumption and drunkenness, and implied illness.

“Another late night, another crazy mood And I didn't think twice what it would do to you I was a wild child, you always knew it It was a matter of time before I blew it…”

I stood slumped in the doorway to my hotel room looking at Gourmand with annoyance, he stood in front of me holding something behind his back, “what do you want?”

Gourmand shuffled his feet and produced a tea service tray, “I-I know you left sick…I thought some peppermint tea might help.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, grimacing at the mention of sickness that had landed me under the table and in my room for the entire evening, unknown to him or anyone else in attendance I hadn’t just eaten too many clams…I was so drunk I felt like I’d pass out at any moment, but I wasn’t drunk enough to not know he hadn’t just come to my room to give me tea, “oh yeah? You care about me? You wanna make sure I’m okay, ha! If I didn’t know better I’d say you have a crush on me!”

Gourmand’s eyes met mine, a serious expression on his face, “I do…”

I felt my jaw drop. All I had been thinking about that day was Violet. So much so I’d tried to drink her memory away… and it hadn’t helped, but this…this opportunity…it wasn’t one I could pass up. Maybe I couldn’t drink her memory away, but replacing the relationship I so desired with Violet, for one with Gourmand instead…wasn’t such a bad option.

“Why don’t you come on in,” I purred, giving him my most charming smile.

Karma's a bitch, I should've known better If I had a wish, I would've never messed around When I saw the pics of you with HIM, I felt the knife twist Karma's a bitch, and HE’S with you right now

I growled as I saw the social media post sent to me from one of Violet’s old schoolmates, Iris. Violet was in bed with another man! That creep Travis who’d tried to hurt her the night I kissed her, the night she let it slip she loved me, the night I fell for her! She was with him and not with me!

How could she do this to me?!? Sure, I’d been with Gourmand, sure I’d stopped any romantic advances toward her, but I loved her! I wanted her! She was meant to be with me, not a creep like him! Well, I decided, she can have him, she can do whatever she wants. I don’t need her! And she’ll get…she’ll get what’s coming to her.

“And when I lay me down to sleep, it's not your body next to me This lonely room feels so empty, just me and my regrets…”

I lay in bed staring at a picture of Violet and me together from her high school graduation, she looked so happy, vibrant, beautiful. My hand had been resting on her stomach, I’d started tickling her to get her to laugh for the picture and she’d placed her hand over mine to stop me…then her aunt had snapped the photo…it looked like we were a couple.

I turned over trying to get her off my mind: she was with Travis, I’d just broken up with Gourmand, all of this was my fault. At that moment my cellphone rang, I usually would have ignored it at such an hour, but the number said it was coming from North Carolina and that piqued my interest. Violet was in North Carolina, maybe she’d gotten a new number?

I answered the phone trying to keep my voice steady, but it broke from my anticipation, “H-Hello?”

“Zach?” It wasn’t Violet’s voice that greeted me, but that of her cousin Paige.

“PAIGE?” I shouted, jolting up in bed, “why are you calling me now? Do you realize what time it is?!?!”

Paige sounded different, not her usual sassy and sarcastic self, it sounded like she’d been crying, “I’m sorry Zach, but it’s Violet…something is wrong, she won’t talk to me…It’s that boyfriend of hers…”

She paused sniffling, “I know…I know Iris sent you the picture, and I know you are mad and you haven’t been talking to her, but it’s not what it looks like…look at it again…At her back and arms…the scratches…Violet’s being…I think he’s hurting her…Zach, please come down here, she’ll listen to you, she’ll talk to you. Please help her….”

My mouth went dry, I shakily opened the pictures app on my phone and look at the picture I’d cursed at every day since I got it…Paige was right…something was very wrong…and before I broke down in tears of my own I choked out, “I’ll be there tomorrow, we can talk about it more…let me know where to meet you,” before I disconnected the call.

An anguished sob left my throat, “THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!”

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I know this is a lot to take in, but I hope you all enjoyed it! I’m really trying to flesh out Ziolet’s story, and posts like this are part of that process!

[visoceaneyes]

ngl going from a huge caitvi stan from season one in hopes they’d have cait reflect more after seeing how pilties and especially enforcers have affected and repeatedly oppressed zaunites- to flipping bc her in season 2 repeatedly using microagressions towards the woman she ‘loves’. as well as her community. police brutality speed-running her way thru Zaun. also just the whole ‘it’s her blood in your veins comment’. becoming a fascist. hitting said woman (technically twice). not ever having blatantly point out and reflect on her own mistakes. like gassing the undercity and somehow CONVINCING VI to go along with it was super disheartening. when Ekko called Cait out back in season 1 I thought it would be a chance for Cait to reflect and maybe drop being an enforcer. but I gave too much hope I guess. It took me awhile to process my feelings since like idk lesbians don’t seem to get good rep (i’ve been looking it’s so hard wtf) also other reasons but anyways- so I say all this despite not following yet (but your posts keep coming up on my feed so I’ve been nosy) it’s nice to know I’m not crazy about not rocking with Caitlyn anymore. also I found myself loving Timebomb more like sure they have their issues but I they had a lot of potential- just wish the writers sideline and neglect Ekko. anyways I’ve yapped a lot in your inbox it’s just nice knowing I’m not alone in seeing the issues I do with Caitlyn, Caitvi, and the weird directions of season 2. just thanks for having common sense <3

thanks for ur message! <3