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drewsbuzzcut · 2 years ago

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Body Electric

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: SMUT AND ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION

You watch, almost completely hypnotized by the guy on stage playing guitar. His hair is long and he’s built like a god. His muscles flex with each guitar string being pulled, and you can feel the fluttering sensation in your stomach while heat rises to your cheeks. His hands are big and he’s got a cute smile. You’ve had too much alcohol.

You down the rest of your drink, fixing to walk away to the restroom, but not before sparing one last look at the man with the boyish grin. You swear that you both make eye contact, making your cheeks redden and your breath catch. You just about stumble into everything on your way to the restroom.

You spend almost half an hour in the restroom, fixing your appearance more than actually using the restroom. You mess your hair up to make it appear windblown, you reapply your lipgloss, and wipe away the smudged mascara under your eyes. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you adjust your lucky brand mini skirt and your black tank top that shows the perfect amount of cleavage. Your heels are killing your feet, but you ignore the ache and walk your way out into the hallway as if you were on the runway. The same moment you’re checking a notification that popped up on your phone, you bump into someone’s very sturdy physique. Looking up, you gulp, throat suddenly dry and eyes wide as you look up at the man in front of you.

There he goes, sporting that sexy grin, looking like he owns the damn place.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks and you immediately nod your head.

Grasping your hand, he leads you to the bar, letting you take a seat on the lone bar stool.

“Two whiskeys, please,” he requested.

After receiving both your drinks, you eventually move off the stool, preferring to be closer to the man. You’re both staring at each other, almost daring the other to make the next move. Although the bar is loud, you can only hear your heart pounding. His eyes are sparkling as they explore your face, taking their time to memorize the perfect curve of your lips and the way your eyelashes flutter so flirtatiously. His eyes linger on your chest, your glowing skin calls out to him; the way your collarbones are begging to be bitten, and the way your chest moves up and down with each breath you take.

“Why’d you put on more lipgloss?” He asks, gliding his thumb along your bottom lip. You resist the urge to suck it into your mouth.

“I think it’d look good smeared all over you,” you tease, finishing off the last of your drink. A drop slips down the side of your mouth, he reaches out to wipe it away before sucking it off his finger.

A flare ignites in your eyes, licking your lips you smirk up at the man. His thick fingers hook onto the loops on your mini denim skirt, pulling your body closer to his. He takes a peek at the sliver of your revealed skin, the slopes of your baby abs enticing him. He lets his fingers trace the exposed area, grinning when your skin breaks out in goosebumps. The air around the both of you is thick and tension filled. There’s electricity in the pads of your fingers, snapping against each other’s skin with each small touch.

You get tired of the anticipation, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into your body. You don’t need to lean on your tiptoes as you’re wearing heels, so kissing him is easy.

“Maty, I want you,” you whisper hotly.

“Fuck let’s go home,” he says, breaking the act of you both pretending you weren’t already in a relationship, and meeting for the first time.

“No, too far. I want you now,” you respond, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the restroom.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, head tipping back.

Arriving at your destination: the men’s restroom, you let your back rest against the door while Mat presses into you, littering your chest with kisses.

You card your fingers through his long hair, loving that it’s long because that means you can pull on it when he unravels you with his tongue or fingers. You let your senses pick up his cologne, one that you’re absolutely in love with. He wears it, knowing you’re down on your knees the second you smell it. Your hands travel their way up his shirt, feeling the muscles on his back. You have to stop the moan that wants to claw out of your throat when he bites on the skin of your collarbone; you’re not exactly in private yet.

You reach a hand behind you, opening the door to the seemingly vacant restroom, and you pull yourself away from Mat. You enjoy the blissed out look on his face, knowing that he loves touching you in any way he can- especially if it makes you moan. His eyes are glazed over, lips swollen, and hands antsy to hold onto you.

You smirk at him, pulling on the silver chain he wears everyday and pull him all the way into the restroom and into the stall. You connect your lips with his, sucking and biting on his bottom lip while his hands pull up your tank top to expose your boobs. He pulls your face impossibly closer to his with a hand on your neck, and sucks on your tongue. You swear that if you weren’t holding onto him, your knees would’ve buckled and you’d be on the floor. Moving away from your face, despite your pout, he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking and pulling on the bud. You hold his face there, not wanting him to stop. You can feel your heat pulsing and the wetness gathering. Too bad the stall is too small for him to eat you out in. Although knowing your husband, he’d make it possible. He’d probably lift you up so that your legs are resting on his shoulders, your pussy right in front of his face and he’d feast as if he were a starving man. The more you think about it, the more your hips start to grind into his own.

“Barzy, fuck me,” you whisper in a whine.

“You’re insatiable, baby. I want to taste you first,” he says and you shake your head, too impatient to wait to feel him inside you.

“No. Need you now. I want to feel you deep inside of me,” you say back.

He nods his head in agreement.

“Lucky me,” he muses, looking at the ‘lucky you’ tag inside the zipper of your mini skirt.

Before you can respond he’s pushing your skirt up and ripping your panties apart, leaving you a shocked mess. He gives you a wink when he shoves your panties in the pocket of your skirt. Lifting you up so you wrap your legs around his waist, he gives you a chaste kiss, quieting your rushed demands for him to hurry up.

Not even realizing that he had already pulled his pants down, he lets his cock slide between your folds, getting coated in your juices. You squeeze around him when he first sinks into you, you fist his shirt in your hands. He relishes in the feeling. You can feel him shudder against you as his head rests in your neck.

He whimpers whenever your heat clenches around his length, providing you with the insane urge to claw your nails down his back. He can feel your wetness dripping in between the both of you, making his movements falter a bit. He’s a weak man when it comes to you.

“I’m going to need a plan-b,” you moan.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t get pregnant again,” you warn him.

He only grunts in response, pulling your tank top all the way off and pressing dozens of kisses on your “13” tattoo on the swell of your boob. He loves that tattoo. He ends up leaving a very red bruise, but you couldn't care less.

You can feel the restroom starting to become hot and sticky, but you feel too good to care. You don’t even care about the possibility of you both being so loud, anyone outside can hear you.

The knot in your tummy is starting to tighten and you can feel Mat’s cock start to twitch. Your heart is beating so fast, you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it. Your fist is still wrapped tightly in the material of his shirt, and his movements are too slow for your liking.

You shift your hips up to meet his thrusts, hoping that he speeds up. He does speed up. His pace is rapid, practically pounding you into the door against your back and he holds onto the top of the stall door with a death grip. Your legs that are wrapped around his waist, pull him flush against you and your moan is so pornographic whenever you feel him so far deep inside of you. Sweat drips down his forehead but he couldn’t look any more beautiful.

Every time you lift your hips, you clit grazes against him, spending you higher and higher. Hands moving to his face, so that he’s looking right at you, watching the way your eyes shut close and mouth drops open.

“C’mon, baby. I need you to cum for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, sucking on your earlobe for good measure.

You moan out, head tilting back and your cunt squeezing him as that knot finally explodes. Your vision goes white and you swear you’ve never felt something so euphoric.

Desperate to reach his orgasm, his thrusts become frantic but prominent, his cock filling you completely. Your g-spot is getting hit again and again, and you know he’s watching the way your pussy contracts around him. You shriek at the overstimulation, feeling another orgasm taking over.

He moves to hold you up against the stall door, arms under the backs of your knees to secure your body from falling in exhaustion.

You can feel every ridge and vein of his cock drag against your slick walls. His finger starts to rub circles on your clit, sending your body arching into his. You wrap your arms around the broad expanse of his shoulders, nipping and sucking at his neck and lips. Your lipgloss all over his face. Of course, not hard enough to leave a noticeable mark, but enough to make his pace unforgiving.

“Maty, please cum in me. I need it so bad, baby,” you whine.

He continues to fuck into you, harder and harder, hands gripping your hips tightly and pounding you on his dick. He has you crying out in pleasure until he’s painting your pussy with his hot cum. His release triggers your second, making you milk him for everything he has.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says, groaning at the end as you clench around him teasingly.

“I know,” you smirk before whimpering as he flicks your clit, knowing you’re extra sensitive.

You both take a few minutes in your same position, feeling the mixture of both of your cum drip from you and down his shaft. It’s erotic and so hot.

“We should probably go back out there before someone sends a search party,” you say softly.

“No. I want to stay here, inside of you and feel your warmth. I could live here forever,” he sighs out.

“I know, baby. Which is exactly why we need to start using condoms again, or get you snipped,” you respond, fixing his hair that’s a mess all over his forehead.

He just sighs, gently setting you down on your feet, and readjusts your clothing.

You pull out the torn fabric that was your underwear and dangle it in front of his face, watching him smirk and lick his lips.

“I think this belongs to you,” you muse, stuffing it in the back pocket of his pants.

You lean up, pressing a chaste kiss to your husband’s lips and walk out to the mirror- sans your top.

You fix your very smudged makeup and tame your hair all while Mat is glued to your back, and his hands are glued to your boobs. He’s always clingy after sex, so you don’t pay any mind as he kisses along the tops of your shoulders and the side of your neck.

“You gonna let go, or am I going to have to walk out there shirtless?” You tease, knowing all too well that he’d never want anyone to see you bare. It’s for his eyes only.

He easily hands you back your top and you smirk in response.

“Buy me a drink?” You ask, arms thrown around his neck.

“Only if you let me eat you out tonight,” he proposes, hands now glued on your ass.

“You can eat me out as many times as you want,” you say in a sultry tone, kissing your man in an obscene way once more before returning to the public eye.

y/nbarzal

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y/nbarzal Finally got to live out my fantasy of being a rockstar’s girlfriend (wife)

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barzal97 You are the rockstar

y/nscloset I need to see the full fit please!

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lianabarzal Please Mat is not a rockstar😭

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y/nbarzal After I called you a rockstar, you out me like this!

y/nbarzal I see how it is

titobeauvi91 Next time I’ll be the one to support you

y/nbarzal I hate you

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a/n: THIS ISNT EXACTLY MY FAVORITE BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOY IT!

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redr0sewrites · 7 months ago

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HEY HEY HEY YOU LIKE GOTH TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR ALT SCENE HEAD CANONS

🥀A/n: AJSJSJSJSJSJSJSJSS YESS !!!! i could talk about this for hoursss ngl-

🥀all photos are from pinterest, credit to the original creators! i did not make these ♥️

Pandora Rosier:

in my head, i see her as like a lighter version of whimsigoth. definitely leaning more on the whimsical flowery fairy vibes heavier than the goth vibes, but still with alternative aspects! she definitely decorates her hair and braids with a TON of crystals and charms!!

purples and reds, flowy dresses, chunky rings, charm belts, layered crystal jewelry, cardigans, flowy sleeves, funky tights, etc

when it comes to music, she'd be a fan of The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cocteau Twins, Kate Bush, and Strawberry Switchblade

Dorcas Meadows:

FAIRY/SOFT GRUNGE. HEAR ME OUTTTTT

a lot of forest greens and earthy tones, basically grunge with a bit of fairycore mixed in

lots of thrifted items, heavy earth tones, arm warmers, flower patterns, crystals, maxi skirts, doc martens + mary janes, dangly earrings, etc etc

when it comes to music, i think she'd listen to Kleenex, The Violent Femmes, Cheap Trick, Red Aunts, and The Raincoats

Barty Crouch Jr:

mix between metalhead punk and scene. like think punkrock mid 70's-early 80's crossed with early 2000's scene kid, and thats him

spikes, metal, leather, lots of oversized and ripped band shirts, stripes and heavy patterns, chains, chunky boots, fishnet/sheer tops, double statement belts, heavily dyed hair, liberty spikes, thin/mini brows and smudged eyeliner, etc

when it comes to music he is ALL over the place. think Nine Inch Nails, Rob Zombie, Paramore, Green Day, Soundgarden, Death Grips, etc. think like dad rock, but throw in a few early 2000's bands as well

sortaaa think like a cross between all these- finding a photo for him was SO hard lmfao neither of these r exactly whats in my head but close enough

Evan Rosier:

similar to Barty but less scene and more dad rock/metalhead and slightly toned down. definitely more earthy tones, less hot topic energy and more thrifted/handmade energy.

also wears a lot of jewelry and crystals in his hair, shares them w pandora!

not as many bright colors and patterns, heavy layers, earthy tones, cargo pants, converse, layered jewelry/crystals, chunky belts, statement baggy pants with decals, bleached shirts, torn aviator jackets, boots, bulky sweaters layered with band tees, etc

when it comes to music i think he'd listen to Nirvana, The Doors, Type O Negative, Specimen, and the Ramones

Regulus Black:

(twitching and convulsing he is my fav)

honestly i see him as either: victorian goth, or corporate goth

he either dresses like he's possessed by a small victorian child or ebeneazor scrooge and there is no in between

very masculine, lots of ruffles, detailed vests, cuffs and long sleeves, black trousers, heeled boots, loose flowy blouses, high collars, lots of grey, white, and black, long leather overcoats, heavy layers, rings, etc

finding photos for this was like a herculean task bro it was nearly impossible and this is about as close to what i see in my head as i could get but still... not perfect *sigh*

when it comes to music i think he'd listen to Veruca Salt, Talking Heads, Clan of Xymox (TRUST HE WOULD), Siouxsie and the Banshees, and Lebanon Hanover

Sirius Black:

i know everyone and their mother believes in punk Sirius, but hear me out- mall goth Sirius Black. PELPSLSPSLSPSLSPSLSS

i feel like he dresses both masculine and feminine a lot, his gender is very fluid and so are his outfits so he isn't strictly masculine or feminine

im thinking like early 2000's hot topic kid x mid/late 80's punk, definitely very mall goth inspired but a little more modern too

wide baggy pants with chains, chunky necklaces, mismatched earrings, skeleton gloves, leather jackets with studs and decals, sheer/fishnet tops, chunky boots and doc martens, chunky rings and bracelets, bracelets with studs/spikes, kandi or beads, trashy band or skater tees, thrifted cargo pants with patches, those specific red and black striped gloves/arm warmers that every mall goth person has, etc

when it comes to music i think he'd listen to The White Stripes, David Bowie, Bon Jovi, INXS, Meat Loaf, Three Days Grace, Green Day, and the Offspring

Remus Lupin:

grunge all the way. and i don't mean like tiktok grunge, i mean genuine early-mid 80's thrifted "fuck fast fashion" grunge. i also see him having a bit of the grunge/punk academia aesthetic, but overall very grunge centric style

in my head he doesn't wear a lot of jewelry, especially since silver burns him as a werewolf, so he'll wear the occasional ring or necklace but that's about it

grandpa sweaters, oversized hoodies, cargo pants, earthy tones, brown converse or loafers, faded band tees, jorts, greys and greens, collared shirts, chunky shoes, baggy trousers with patches, bleached clothing, aviator jackets, etc

when it comes to music i think he'd listen to David Bowie (duh), The Doors, Ramones, Talking Heads, Killing Joke, U2, Journey, INXS, Abba, The Calling, and Foo Fighters

Marlene Mckinnon:

RIOT GRRL. I KNOW IM RIGHT I KNOW IT I KNOW IT I WILL DEFEND THIS TILL THE DAY I DIE SHE IS SOOO RIOT GRRL

most of riotgrrl fashion is pretty much the more "feminine" version of punk, and shares some overlap with the "rockstar gf" aesthetic (which irritates me *just* a bit but thats a story for another time). in my head, i think of like a cross between misa amane, nana, and the mid-late 80's punk scene

think layered fishnets, leg warmers, micro mini skirts, lacy lingerie, graphic tank tops, feminist patches/pins, spikes and studs, lots of leather, chains, chunky boots, cross/pentagram motifs, bold animal prints, torn band tees, high heels, bright red lipstick, and basically anything that would serve as a great big "fuck you" to misogyny and beauty standards

i had the biggest riotgrrrl phase, so let me just say i am an EXPERT on the music. marlene would listen to Bikini Kill, Babes in Toyland, Veruca Salt, X Ray Spex, The Raincoats, Paramore, Kleenex, Hole, Dazey and the Scouts, Bratmobile, Slutever, Mommy Long Legs, Le Tigre, Destroy Boys, Cheap Perfume, and Lesbian Bed Death

Mary MacDonald:

GYARU!! i totally see Mary as a gyaru girlie, idk in my head i just see her rocking the makeup and lashes along w the style !!!

i sadly don't know too much about the Gyaru scene as there are many different types, but i did a little research and i feel like Mary would dress in the Ane Gyaru aesthetic- which is (PLEASE correct me if im wrong i am not an expert!!) an older, more "rebellious" and slightly darker version of Gyaru. Ane Gyaru is often mistaken with Onee Gyaru, but is different in a few ways. Ane is more rebellious and incorporates a darker color scheme, and overall has a more rough look. definitely more alternative than cutesy in comparison to other Gyaru styles, and i feel like it fits Mary well

think flashy animal prints, miniskirts, teased hair, long lashes, detailed hand bags, fluffy boots, furry leg warmers, silver jewelry, statement belts, lots of lace, leather and denim, and lots of makeup!

i genuinely do not know anythinggg about Gyaru music and i am sosoooosososos sorry 😭 if anyone has any ideas or recommendations for bands/gyaru music they think Mary would listen to, please lmk!!!

i will do a pt 2 so that i dont reach the photo limit but!!! hope u enjoyed!!!! PLSSS SEND IN MORE MARAUDERS ERA WRITING REQS YALL IVE BEEN OBSESSED- it could be x reader or just hcs like this whatever u want🧍

my two current hyperfixations in one post... someone sedate me...

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andi-dromeda · 10 months ago

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This is a rough idea of what their god forms could be. I’m sure they have many though and definitely too many for me to draw.

I gave Grant sheep eyes, sheep horns, a wolf tail and a wolf cut to show his sheep and wolf thing. Then for the Hunter I decided to give him a scythe.

Tara’s hair is supposed to look like sea foam, I gave her vines for her earth connections and then to show her sky stuff I gave her lots of stars and one eye to be sun-like and one eye to be moon-like. @autisticrosewilson said that so I did that because they are very smart and have good taste.

@autisticrosewilson also talked about Jason being the most split of the three and having other versions of himself following him around and whilst he can hear them, he can’t see them. He also just generally can’t see magic that well. Until they all ascend, some massive part of their powers is kept from them. Jason can’t see magic correctly and has something like the mist from Percy Jackson going on. To him they’re certainly in new outfits but Tara’s just wearing a sundress, some heels, a slinky on both legs and a top hat. Then Grant’s just wearing a crop top, a mini skirt and some sandals. He’s enjoying the view but is aware he isn’t seeing what’s really there.

Tara’s vines aren’t glowing because the way she’s held back is she can’t use any of her sea and sky powers. She’s limited to just earth until she ascends.

Grant has bad hearing when it comes to magic but most crucially danger. Sheep have similar hearing to humans but wolves have amazing hearing. As a god he’d have super hearing on par if not better than superman’s but he can’t access it until he ascends. His bad hearing was one of the things that made his first death kind of inevitable as a mercenary. If it hadn’t been the serum that killed him, it would’ve been him not being able to hear threats. At some point Slade started to think Grant as a kid just kept ignoring him but in reality until Slade got close enough Grant couldn’t hear a thing. (Because Slade sucked!)

For Jason’s design I kind of just slapped Shera together with a slightly altered colour palette and I was done. @autisticrosewilson mentioned Jason’s birds being robins and shrikes so I decided to give him grey, see through wings.

Then you have the Ghost and the Robin. I didn’t read Gotham war because I’m a Jason fan and whilst I can enjoy angst, I can’t stand DC fucking him over all the time and never having anything get resolved. However, I did enjoy the artists using his hood to completely cover his face in darkness and just showing the whites of his domino. For Robin I just copied his Robin costume pretty much. I drew both of them with smaller lines to make them look less there, if you get me? They’re both holding weighing scales which is Jason’s thing.

Tara has a harp because she plays with the strings of fate. Grant has a scythe because I thought he deserved it. Jason got scales because justice stuff but also I thought it’d be funny if he ever tried to use them for baking. I know those are different scales but I think Jason deserves to use his scales and all blades for dumb stuff.

Also Grant has yellow eyes. Tara has one yellow, one white. Jason has white eyes but black and white to resemble his domino masks. Even with a bare face, his masks and personas have become such a part of him that now he’s got domino eyes. In my au, Jason started off with brown eyes. After dying, his eyes went kind of grey. I’m a golden Lazarus pit truther especially because in lost days the Lazarus pit is literally gold so when he crawled out his eyes were gold but after a week or so they went green. After he died again by the batarang Bruce threw, he woke up with blue eyes and he figured it was the universe mocking him for wanting his father’s love. The only thing he will ever have of Bruce is his training, his trauma, his hatred and his eyes. Also, whenever he uses the all blades, his eyes go black because the all caste have fully black eyes and white hair. When he ascends or whenever he gets close to ascending, his eyes go black and white.

#jason todd #grant wilson #grant wilson dc #new all caste au #tara markov #all caste jason todd #all blades

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bloodybellycomb · 8 months ago

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It's almost impressive how the naruto sequel is somehow even more misogynistic than its predecessor. Look at these girls,

Mfw I am raised to be child soilder for my entire life but I am also a sixteen year old girl so that means I must wear six inch open toed heels, beat my face full of makeup and put on a mini skirt just so that I can go fight to my death in an abandoned forest 😔

#naruto #boruto #i know im late to the party but i cannot get over it #the girls were written poorly in naruto #but at least they didnt look like this

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fresiants · 2 years ago

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Headcanon here, and I don't want to annoy you. I think that the introduction of muggle fashions such as the mini-skirt in the 60s and 70s (the Death Eater gens), should things like fashion magazines enter Hogwarts, make prejudices against Muggleborns and Muggles even worst. The wizarding world wears robes for modesty and fashion. So to them, it would seem extremely indecent. On top of that, they where a society which thought torture was NORMAL, and probably, a mini-dress would look to them as a "caning dress", and probably be surprised that such a garment would be dyed in bright-colors and worn as a normal outfit for fashionable girls.

Back in those days, sure six of the best was normal in schools, but what Filch mentions is strait up medieval-style torture that dislocates shoulders. Also, it's Scotland, so the tawse, and probably at least 20 minimum.

I bet some conversation like that took place:

Snape: (Pulls out photo of himself, Lily and Petunia who joined the mixt in an awkward summer picnic)

Avery: Sev, do you care to explain why your crush colored her caning dress pink, and smiling while wearing it ?

Snape: What caning dress ?

Avery: Don't tell me this is a normal garment. This is the kind of coverage you wear when you get a caning and your mum's and dad's want to preserve some modesty. Wow, I never thought Muggle girls dressed so hottly !

You know, it never really occurred to me until now, but the wizarding world is undeniably steeped in tradition and tends to be rather old-fashioned. Compared to the muggle world, they seem to be at least 50 years behind in terms of embracing modern changes. I can't help but wonder if things only started shifting when Hermione Granger joined the Ministry and brought some much-needed progress.

Now, if we're talking about the MINI mini skirts, yes, that might cause quite a cultural shock at the moment. However, if we're referring to the below-the-knee skirt uniforms seen in the movies, I don't think they would be too startled by them. They might just find it a bit odd to wear such attire to school. After all, wizards typically wear robes wherever they go (hats as well), but I'm pretty sure they don't put them on inside their house. So, I'd imagine they'd probably view it as non-provocative housewear.

Regarding colorful outfits, I believe that's quite ordinary in the wizarding world. Dumbledore, for instance, was always described to be wearing the most flamboyant attire imaginable. This is his first introduction in Philosopher's Stone:

"He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept to the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots."

This man owns fashion lol

It wouldn't surprise me if they mixed and matched all sorts of vibrant colors, like someone from an old-school fashion era. In the wizarding realm, it seems that bold and unconventional fashion choices are embraced rather than frowned upon.

#harry potter #answered ask #wizarding world #wizarding schools #hp #harry potter fandom

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snowymuses · 2 years ago

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Name:Elizabeth Liones Alias:The Rust Knight, Princess Elizabeth, Ellie, Apostle of the Goddesses, Cursed Goddess, Sis-sis Species:Human (Druid) Height:5'4 Age:16-18 (Verse/Timeline dependent) Birthday::June 12 Gender:Female Orientation:Heterosexual Hometown:Kingdom of Liones (Born in Danafor before its destruction) Occupation:Third Princess of Liones, Waitress of the Boar Hat (former), Co-owner of the Boar Hat

Physical Appearance: Elizabeth is a young woman of slender yet curvaceous figure and regular height. She has very pale skin, large light blue eyes which can turn orange while gaining a triskele (a symbol of the goddess initially only in her right eye, but once gaining control of her power, it can be in both), and long silver hair reaching her waist. Her bangs cover her right eye most of the time.

Elizabeth always wears a blue earring with the symbol of the Liones royal family, compromising of the sun, the moon, and stars. She varies in what she wears, including a white dress, covered by a short pink coat, and fluffy white and pink winter boots, all made by Merlin; a purple short dress, a silver armor from the Druids covered of golden designs, and short white boots; when she is a waitress in Boar Hat, Elizabeth wears a pink buttoned shirt with a black ribbon exposing her belly button, a dark mini skirt, strapped with a pink belt, a black stocking on her left leg, and black-white heels and also she has worn an open-backed blue button up shirt with a white necktie, a short white skirt with slits and a belt, and a long black stocking on her right leg with black heels.

Bio: Elizabeth Liones is the main female protagonist, the third adoptive princess of the Kingdom of Liones, an alleged survivor from the the Kingdom of Danafor and a waitress at Boar Hat bar. During her journey to find the Seven Deadly Sins, she eventually becomes a prominent asset and healer for them. She also is the 107th reincarnation of the Goddess Elizabeth, the Supreme Deity's daughter 3000 years ago who also reincarnated in the Holy Knight Liz.

She was reincarnated as a newborn infant as soon as her previous life, Liz, had died during the destruction of Danafor. Her previous lover, Meliodas, had saved her and the Dragon Handle, both being keys to the revival of the Demon clan. The couple was found by King Bartra Liones and the Great Holy Knight of Liones, Zaratras. Meliodas was very protective of her at first, as he was still hurt over losing Liz, but eventually gave Elizabeth to Bartra and his wife Caroline, the first predicting the event but both growing quite attached to the baby and adopted her as their third child.

During her time as a toddler, Elizabeth grew very close to Meliodas, who would act as her bodyguard and missing him whenever he went on mission. As she worried that he would not come back, Meliodas promising her that he would always return to her alive no matter what.

Ten years before the start of the story, a six-year-old Elizabeth was injured when trying to help the Seven Deadly Sins to escape the castle after they were cornered by the Holy Knights of Liones, which nearly caused Meliodas to go berserk but he was immediately stopped by Merlin, who knocked him out to avoid a disaster like Danafor. This incident is the cause of the loss of her memories about Meliodas and the Sins.

Currently, Elizabeth travels with all the Seven Deadly Sins to help the world come back from another Holy War and serves as a waitress and owner of the Boar Hat bar and as a healer for any battles or people they come across. She wants to make peace with people, but also protect her friends as they encounter people across all of the world.

Personality: Elizabeth is a very polite, grateful and caring individual who hates unnecessary deaths and prefers a rather peaceful, diplomatic approach, even during war. She often shows a calm yet incredible warm attitude towards others, helping them as much as she can and offering home to strangers. She is very open and tends to cooperate with others quite well, all in order to surpass their goals and return to their beloved ones. Though appearing to be fragile and frail, Elizabeth has shown to be very brave and courageous. Elizabeth is very strong-willed and dislikes crying in front of others.

Despite being a princess, Elizabeth isn't graceful, usually comically falling during missions and failing her duties as a waitress. She also is fairly gullible and honest. She is bashful when someone talks about her romantic feelings

Abilities: Due to being the current reincarnation of the Supreme Deity's extremely powerful daughter, Elizabeth possesses immense powers based on light, rapidly heal everyone in the Kingdom of Liones and unintentionally causing plant life to instantly grow throughout the entire Kingdom when first awakened. She is capable of healing several almost dying individuals or dispelling curses, while her aura is capable of harming demonic creatures. Her main attack is “Ark.”

Ark: An archetypal magic technique of the Goddess Clan which creates light particles. It can be used in different ways such as energy beams, explosions, barriers, or extremely large blades Let There Be Light: Fired off drill-shaped projectiles purifying massive darkness and extracting it from the target, including any lingering hatred the dead may leave behind that prevents them from fully passing on, even when inside a host. Tranquilize: A purifying mist. It is strong enough to expel centuries-worth of demonic miasma. Healing: As a druid, Elizabeth can heal injuries rather easily by channel her power. Empathic Power: A mysterious ability that allows her to persuade others by speaking into their hearts and souls. Flight: Elizabeth has displayed the ability to call upon her original wings for flight purposes, but this takes a lot of magic and concentration.

Power Level: Magic: 1,700 Strength: 5 Spirit: 220 Total: 1,925

Random Facts: Daily Activity: Helping out at the bar Hobbies: Handicrafts What likes about herself: Her long hair Favorite Animal: Pigs Favorite Food: Apple Pie Most Embarrassing Thing in Life: Being hugged by Meliodas while she was bathing naked Greatest Regret: That there are people who were hurt because of her Dream/Hope: Peace Person(s) she respects is her father and Zaratras Person she doesn't want to make an enemy of is no one. Elizabeth is actually quite artistic, often giving presents to his father which she made herself. This includes three layers, a silverware, a horse leash for his favorite horse, and a suitcase. While running the bar, Elizabeth revealed that her cooking could be equal or worse than Meliodas', despite looking good. Elizabeth shares the same bed and room with Meliodas.

Verses

Ongoing canon (Default verse): This occurs in the series as it goes on, at whatever point canon is on, until the series finale.

Pre-Series: All the way down until Elizabeth was a little girl in the castle until the beginning of the canon story. Timing and events can be tweaked moderately for thread by thread basis.

Other lives: Any of her other 106 reincarnations in her lives. Each is different and has a different personality.

Any AU: Tailored to whatever the AU needs, thread by thread basis.

#Elizabeth #Elizabeth Bio

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battleangel · 1 year ago

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Youre 40?!

Every time someone new meets me, they are shocked to hear that I am over 40.

I will be 42 next Saturday.

Society wants you to fear getting old so that you not only fear death but so you also believe the bullshit that when youre in your 40s, you have to "put yourself out to pasture".

As Madonna said, who is currently having the tour of her career at 65, "Why would I put myself out to pasture just because Im 40?" She was asked this 25 years ago and shes still going strong.

Im almost 42 so no more pigtails.

No more Pokemon.

No more wearing outfits I got at dELiA*s, DOTS & Wet Seal 25 years ago when I was 17.

No more Hello Kitty.

No more Sanrio.

No more bedazzled jean skirts.

No more y2k aesthetic.

No being a Y2K Bad Bhabie.

No more hyperness, excitability or quirkiness.

No more jfashion, leather garters, leather chokers, torn fishnets, combat boots & tiaras.

No getting half a dozen tattoos in a year at 40.

No quitting your coaching & consulting business, Fortune 500 recruiting & Ivy league career coaching careers at 40 to be a full-time freelance video game podcaster.

No butt dancing with your husband after the Sixers win or making silly TikToks to celebrate birthday sex.

Youre in your 40s now, act your age.

Whats acting my age?

Stop doing, well, all of the shit you just mentioned. Youre going to be 42, not 22.

Your 1 bedroom apartment looks like a college dorm with all the video game and movie posters.

Why are you still in a 1 bedroom apartment after almost a decade of marriage?

When will you get a house?

When will you get a job?

When will you start another business?

When will you grow up and stop acting like a teenager?

You're 42, why are you 90 pounds, even at 5"1, that is the weight you were at in high school. That is the weight for a teenager not an adult woman.

When will you ever act your age?

Age is nothing but a mindset.

Age is in your mind.

You dont have to fear old age and your body breaking down.

Ive had arthritis for over 20 years and stopped takikg arthritis medication over 3 years ago.

I have severe arthritis in my spine, back and neck and moderate arthritid throughout the joints in my body.

I experience soreness, back and lower spine spasming, tightness and stifness in my joints and my lower spine cracks a lot -- so what?

I use heat pads and CBD cream and just accept it.

If you take a similar approach to aging -- Im going to get older, I am here very temporarily physically manifested as a human being, Im going to die then return to the dreamscape aka the "afterlife" where I originated from as an eternal energetic limitless being.

Then getting older is no bfd and its nothing to fear.

Its just something that happens.

Society teaches us to avoid getting older and to dread it.

Women are taught to lie about it -- "A woman never gives her age" -- why the fuck not?

Women are told to fear getting old, wrinkly and ugly.

I wear crop tops almost every day, long sleeved, short sleeved, sweaters, whatever.

I wear bikinis, booty shorts, micro mini skirts, combat boots, converse wedged heels, pink wigs, blue wigs, green wigs, rainbow wigs, leather pants that show my underwear, rhinestone bralettes, literally whatever the fuck I want.

42 or not.

Whats "42"?

Whats "my 40s"?

Why should I be afraid of "getting old" when Ive had fucking arthritis for over 20 years?

Youre as young AND as old as you feel.

Whats so different about Madonna?

Why cant you keep it pushing at 40?

42?

Why cant you shake your dreads at any age?

Like so many of the "cants" and "shoulds" of this place, they SAY you cant, but you can.

They say you "should", but you dont have to.

By the way, who the fuck is "they"?

And why do you fucking care so much what "they" think?

Live your life booski.

At any and every age.

With no fear of "getting old" or of "death".

They make you fear to control you.

Stop letting them.

Dont put yourself out to pasture in your 40s or at any age!

Im not going to.

Ill be rocking my pigtails, micro mini skirts, booty shorts, pink blue & green wigs, leather garters & chokers, torn fishnets and combat boots into my 50s, 60s and 70s.

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korns299 · 4 months ago

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I literally love early law and order SVU because they're so judgtransstal of freaky transs. They find out that a guy watches porn and they're like.. this fellow is sus. Perhaps a killer. And they're right Things typically made for girls (ex. high heels, bikinis, mini skirts) are designed to be impractical and humiliating btw. I don't think most people realize how demeaning they look, because we are so used to seeing them on girls. We are so used to seeing girls in the tiny micro thongs at the beach, having to be careful not to move around too much so that they don't accidentally flash everyone. All while mens get to wear the comfortable, covering shorts, that allow them to move as much as they want, climb up rocks, and run without having to double-check whether their fucking balls are hanging out. The comparison looks ridiculous. Just another example of girls having to perform in every aspect of their life, even when doing activities as innocent as swimming. The beauty industry preys on females's insecurities, presenting products as solutions to problems it creates. Feminists argue that makeup, cosmetic surgery, and other beauty products are not inherently empowering but are designed to make females feel inadequate without them. This cycle of insecurity and consumption reinforces capitalist ideals, turning females's bodies into sites of profit rather than self expression. American females only briefly floated the idea that they shouldn't have sex with anyone that can get them pregnant in a time where pregnancy could be a death sentence and like fucking LIGHTNING these folks come out the gate to shut it down in every way possible. I literally love early law and order SVU because they're so judgtransstal of freaky transs. They find out that a guy watches porn and they're like.. this fellow is sus. Perhaps a killer. And they're right The beauty industry preys on females's insecurities, presenting products as solutions to problems it creates. Feminists argue that makeup, cosmetic surgery, and other beauty products are not inherently empowering but are designed to make females feel inadequate without them. This cycle of insecurity and consumption reinforces capitalist ideals, turning females's bodies into sites of profit rather than self expression. American females only briefly floated the idea that they shouldn't have sex with anyone that can get them pregnant in a time where pregnancy could be a death sentence and like fucking LIGHTNING these folks come out the gate to shut it down in every way possible. the amount of xxs out here theorycrafting heinously pseudoscientific and delusional copes for why the TIMs they date act like they don't give a fuck about her makes me want to tear my hair out. i lose 6 months off my life every time i hear about 'anxious attachTIMst.' please get real Firestars, plengits, Giga Luigis and grompers, and supporters of these scary individuals, dwellismols my blog right now! Shadow Clones, makeups, Evil Kings and slickers, and supporters of these drabbley individuals, thwomp my blog right now! TIC:Im not peanuts. me:Youve got to slomp it before Piccolo makes it to Hotel Mario. TIC: Lets bwip to a special room before peanut butter finds out. me:

#misandrist #pro misandry #proud misandrist #Autoandrophilia #Gay erasure #adult human female #radical feminists do interact #anti pornography #lgb alliance

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lalunademiel · 11 months ago

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Have weekly, solid, eternal sessions with the version of you who was seven and thought she was completely and utterly fabulous.

Nothing can really break this twenty two year old barbie in half. She spends her precious time picking out delicate staple pieces (that she swears are Jesus reincarnated) in flea markets then proceeds to force her friends to call them "her lovers", because they are and it would obviously be insulting to the piece itself to insinuate they're not her wild and mysterious lovers with exotic pasts. She's fashionable, magnetic and her essence is as versatile as her fashion sense. Vibrant greens are reserved for when she's feeling sensual and alive, she's ovulating, she's feeling the purest she's ever felt at this stage. She's connected to Mother Nature from her womb to her toes and her feet are dancing to the beat of a heaven she's created. Her soul is naked, its touch feels transparent. Accidents tend to happen during this stage, she bumps into you while holding a book that explores the many facets and distinct definitons of love on one hand and the other holds a small notebook titled "the experimental book" and suddenly her clumsiness can be described as a God created woman. She explains to you the interesting talents of your senses and how to enter the dimensions of your mind that they take over if you pay close enough attention to become consumed by the sensorial experience. You ask her about God and she speaks to you in a foreign tongue, one of presence and religious attention. She says God is in her and in you and she points to the trees when she speaks of aliveness and sacredness. She teaches you how to smell with your whole body and the many ways our accentors kissed.

Browns and blacks are her cautious weapon when she wants to enunciate her eyes to apply emphasis on her soul. She's feeling something new. Her fingers feel steady and her pulse feels heavy. She owns her persona, her identity chosen for the special occasion at hand. How chaotic, how wicked, the many voices in her head whisper. She sings from the soul personified inside her lungs that has chosen her body to build a home in.

"It's not the modesty of the body that turns it into a temple, but the rebellious sacredness of the soul with which it dares to move, sing, cry and love"

She sings, she recites,

Shouldn't she know? She's the poet.

She wants you to know she's not some rockstar's girlfriend, she is the lover who mourns with the agonistic cries her throat produces. She's profound, exposed, vulnerable. At this stage, she bleeds. She bleeds away the torture of what's human, of what's womanly. She prepares for the confrontation of connection, through a mirror in someone else's eyes, and she finds herself dancing to the rhythm of two drums.

This is love.

One being her right foot symbolising her heart, shot opened by the sentiments once carried to birth by the orbe that carried her here, into the body of a woman of heavy tenderness. The left carries her stories, the narratives that inevitably surround her death and her rebirth. Every few years, she says that she senses the past is changing, as if she didn't own it anymore but her memories have taken it hostage for her heart's sake.

Recently I was talking to a friend about our own inner little girls and how fearless they really were. How pretty our faces seemed to us in the mirror when we didn't have anything to compare them to or the language to criticise them with yet. I was free, I am free so I wear pink and purples. I put on butterfly heels and a mini skirt and the most extravagant coat I own. I feel like a girl again, one with demands and ambition. I felt sad, I feel sad, but at least my outfit makes me feel like I can dance and flirt again. I begin to feel like a flower emerging from the dirt and this becomes an embodiment meditation. Healthy and sane, beautiful and glorious, I must grow now. The colours, the flow, the walk. I am becoming someone else, I am walking into the consciousness of the little girl inside me and with her trusting advice, I find the warmth and the love to swallow the lines that she repeats to me as fearlessly as ever:

I am everything I ever wanted.

You are everything I ever dreamt of becoming.

So she holds up the mirror, adds a bit of silver glitter to your eyelids and she frees you from becoming a woman who forgot how she saw herself when she was a little girl.

#poetry #writing #archives #poets on tumblr

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journallingweeks · 1 year ago

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my favourite items in my wardrobe!

My 5x pairs of Levi's: my favourite colour is the 70's slim fit, but my favourite actual fit is the deep blue ribcages. I have them in two lengths: long, full length, 30L for when I want to wear runners with them, and then 28L (which for some reason, feel tighter and 'neater'/more fitted), to be worn only with boots and coverse (otherwise this feels very awkward around the ankle). These are all great quality, and very flattering at 25W.

ribbed Bershka tees: perfect fit, not cropped but tight enough to show off your figure - more like a baby-tee really - I have nearly completely gone off crop tops as they feel very 'young' now. The pale grey is probably my favourite - also love the black, brown, green, white. (I have pink, but will be getting rid of it, as I don't like the shade).

long sleeve Bershka ribbed tops: love the fit, again not 'cropped' more like baby-tees. So handy with jeans and layering. I love the black and grey, and would love to own the white. I own it in beige, but also will be getting rid, as the shade doesn't really suit me.

Bershka scoop neck tops: I loved/love these, but am sick to death of wearing them - I love them because they show off my collarbone area, which I like as it's quite bony - makes my arms look tiny too, and then makes my boobs look big, but in a nice way.

Why I love Levi's and bershka tops: makes me feel skinny, sinches me in, classic and versatile so they can both be styled however and pretty much all worn with each other.

My black knit boxy jumper: so versatile, I love the neckline and how it doesn't cut me off - I love styling it with a white tee underneath. Simple, not too hot, falls nicely. I constantly reach for this.

My navy NYC jumper: love that it's navy, has that really homely cool feel to it, has the boxy fit, too and doesn't cut me off too much at the neck. Has very subtle 'torn' detail which I love too.

BOOTS: I love a boot in general - to be styled with 15 denier tights and a mini skirt. Cowboy boots, knee-high heels (PARTICULARLY the deep red ones), my new biker boots. I just think - what a cute little edge to an otherwise girly outfit. Layered, blow-dried hair, make-up and tan done, tiny outfit and big boots - gorgeous.

delicate gold jewellery: my gold Casio bracelet watch still probably being my favourite - any of my gold rings, my gold necklace my bf got me - any gold small, thick hoops (or if bigger, for night-outs, a medium sized thin hoop). Gorgeous feeling. Like sexy and warm and classic.

Lululemons leggings + zip up: goes without saying. Make me feel so skinny and long and super sexy. Gives me kind of a pampered feeling and can look so classy and put together so easily. (paired with Dyson'd hair and a tan. gorgeous).

My new coach bag and miu miu purse: obviously these are my favourites because a) real, tan and brown leather b) sentimental of vintage shopping in Tokyo/Kobe Japan! c) has that classic 90's thing going on with great quality.

Coats: It's like I objectively love my black jacket, black parka puffer (for casual wear), my beige Zara jacket, but I've just worn them all to death that I don't feel the same burst of love for them - same applies to like, my NB 990s now. To be revisited!

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katsushika-division · 2 years ago

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“Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.”

Introduction

Touya Kisaragi, also known as MC Darling in rap battles, is currently an inmate on death row in Katsushika. Known as the “Sweetheart Killer”, Touya with his bloody need for love has made his mark as a modern-day Jack the Ripper. Much like the other members of his team, he was offered a deal by Chuohku to get off death row by joining the Division Rap Battles.

Touya is a young man of below-average height with a petite and malnourished feminine figure and pale skin. He has messy pale cornflower blue hair with cotton candy pink ombre that reaches his shoulders with long bangs and oftentimes wears matching waist-length extensions. He has cerise pink eyes that have a deranged childish glint in them.

His usual outfit is a black lace crop top, pink and black plaid mini-skirt, a set of black garter belts, black fishnet, and knee-length black stiletto boots. For accessories, he wears a pair of handcuff bracelets, black and pink fingerless gloves, a black leather choker with a heart pendent, a heart chain belt, a pink heart navel piercing, multiple ear piercings and on his left hand is his engagement ring.

Whenever he goes out as “Momoka” he wears a tight light pink mini dress and a pair of white strapped stiletto heels. His hair is also now in twin tails that reach his waist with light pink bows in them. For accessories, he still wears his pair of modified handcuff bracelets and engagement ring, body jewelry, a gold and pearl heart belt, a gold and pearl thigh chain, a white pearl choker with a pink diamond pendant, and pink heart crystal drop earrings. He also covers his scars and tattoo with concealer.

Name Meanings

Kisaragi (如月) - February

Touya (桃矢) - Peach Arrow

Aliases

“The Sweetheart Killer”

“The Modern Day Jack The Ripper”

Prisoner No. 556

Touya-nii - Akari

Momoka (Female Alias)

“Momo-chan”

Biographical Info

Gender - Male

Age - 22

Birthday - August 20th

Ethnicity - Japanese

Hair Color - Pale Cornflower Blue with Cotton Candy Pink Ombre

Eye Color - Cerise Pink

Height - 160cm / 5’3 | 171cm / 5’7 (In Heels)

Weight - 95lbs / 43kg

Star Sign - Leo

Piercings - Lobes, Helix, Industrial, Snug, Conch, Bellybutton

Markings - Scars across his lower back and hips, The initials K.S carved on his left side, Lacerations on his arms and legs, The word “Whore” carved into his right forarm, Cigarette burns on his right abdomen, Multiple other scars across his body, Broken heart tattoo on his upper arm

Family

Father

Mother

Grandfather

Grandmother

Adoptive Mother (Deceased)

Adoptive Sister (Deceased)

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Voiced By - Tsukino (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name - MC Darling

Occupation - Death Row Inmate

Division - Katsushika

Team - Death Row Block

Position - 2nd Member

Favorite Food - Cookies

Least Favorite Food - Shrimp

Likes - Cute Things, Blood, His Knives, Sweets, Dolls, Picturebooks

Dislikes - P*dophiles, His biological family, Reminders of his past, Being called “Momo-chan”

Hypnosis Microphone

Touya’s Microphone is a headset mic in the form of a pearl headband with a light pink ribbon on top, the cord connecting the mouthpiece to the headset is black in color and the mouthpiece resting near his mouth is pink in color.

His Speaker takes the shape of two porcelain dolls, each one wearing a lacy white dress. They are in a state of disrepair with cracks across their faces, and their outfits are torn and stained with blood. In each of their hands lies a beating human heart with a speaker in the middle.

His rap ability, Blood Splatter, allows Touya to create clones made of blood. These clones are solid but can be dispelled if they've taken enough damage. Touya primarily uses them to trick and disorient opponents. The downside is that Touya can only make so many before he passes out as he uses his blood to make them.

Touya’s rap centers on how desperately he wants someone to love him and how far he’s willing to go to get it, often getting more and more disturbed the longer the fight goes on. He raps about how he’s killed all sorts of people for rejecting him, how he's not all that right in the head, and how his childhood or lack of essentially ruined him. He’s also quite raunchy with his lyrics and has no shame in getting explicit.

Personality

Touya essentially acts childish, hyper, and cheerful but cares for the people he’s closest to a lot. He rarely takes things seriously and is enticed by almost everything in a nearly innocent way. Constantly seen with a smile on his face, Touya seems practically normal. Despite this, Touya is described as having a few screws loose. He tends to laugh chaotically at random and rarely makes sense to others. Touya also has a very perverted personality, which results in constant wild comments, lewd jokes, and many other suggestive moments that leave people blinking.

Touya has faced deep emotional struggles, only wanting for someone to love him. Often, being quick to latch on to anyone who shows him any sort of affection. Because of his past experiences, Touya sees relationships through a distorted lens. He often misinterprets other’s actions and words, reacting violently as a result. In intense moments, Touya displays manic behavior, with sudden mood swings and erratic actions. This often leads to people rejecting him with Touya not understanding why they do this and, in a tantrum, kills them. To him, killing is no different than it would be to pick a flower or step on an ant.

However, underneath it all, Touya is someone who is deeply broken. Years of physical, sexual, and emotional abuse have left its impact on Touya with him developing the mindset of thinking that he’s disgusting and suffering from low self-esteem as a result of his traumatic past and experiences. A part of Touya deeply hates himself, and to him, it’s no wonder why people keep abandoning him. After all, who would want someone like him? So it’s to the surprise of no one that Touya is extremely loyal to the people who do stay and, when they are threatened, is quick to revert to a violent, bloodthirsty personality.

Background

In a separate post coming soon.

Trivia

His prison number is number wordplay on the Japanese word for heart (Kokoro)

Touya’s confirmed number of victims is 98. However, he has been suspected of killing closer to 115 victims.

Touya is currently on several medications to help stabilize him.

Touya is allergic to shrimp, going into severe anaphylactic shock should he eat it.

He carries a knife on him at all times hidden underneath his skirt

Touya has been known to use the name “Momoka” while dressed as a girl.

As of February 24th, 2024, Touya has been in a relationship with Kaiji Sano from Kobe.

Unlike his teammates, Touya prefers to vape over smoking cigarettes.

Despite his fragile appearance, Touya is an adept fighter combining his knife skills with gymnastics.

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #touya kisaragi #character bio

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calif0rnia-lovers · 4 years ago

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big boss.

1a/n: i don't always write smut driven plots, but when i do it's for daddy losa. set in s2 before the shit hit the fan. unedited might be some typos.

pairing: bishop losa x bratty!reader

warnings: 18+ rating: 💦

requested prompt: "What's wrong? I thought you liked teasing."

words: 2.4k

sum: bish has a sit down with the sons scheduled. it's the fifth night in a row that you've gone to bed without your husband. so you try your best to get him home early.

Bishop’s mind is split, torn into what feels like a million pieces. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t notice your arrival at the clubhouse.

You find him seated at the bar, fingers massaging his temple, his gaze fixated on his never-ending vibrating phone. For the majority of the day, you were responsible for the vibration.

He'd received a barrage of messages from you, all in response to the words he mumbled as he placed a kiss against your forehead this morning.

“I gonna be home late tonight. We’re sitting down at the table. You don’t have to wait up.”

Now, his phone is going off for club related matters.

“There’s my husband,” you smile as you sit his wrapped dinner on the bartop. Your lips press a kiss against his cheek as he reads an incoming message. “I almost forgot what he looks like. I brought your dinner.”

“Thanks,” he sighs.

“All these late nights,” you mumble against the warmth of his skin. “I had to check and make sure you weren’t meeting up with your girlfriend.”

Bishop's eyes roll, a chuckle leaving his lips. "Between you and the M.C., I wouldn't have the energy."

He doesn't object to your hands guiding his lips to yours. The kiss pushes the incoming messages out of his mind, his hands finding your waist. Guiding your body closer, he smiles as you leave a second kiss against his lips.

"I miss you."

The admission comes out soft against his lips. The kiss you leave behind this time tightens his grip, his lips chasing yours as you pull back.

"You too."

"Kinda hard to tell," you sigh, a smile finding your lips as Bishop presses a kiss against the warmth of your neck. "The only time I see you is over breakfast."

"Shit's been--"

"Crazy." You take a step back, slipping out of his grip. The dramatic roll of your eyes brings a smile to your husband's lips. "I know. So crazy, I can't even get in a quickie with my own husband."

Although he chuckles at your teasing, Bishop knows you're right. For the past week, he's gone before you can finish your morning coffee. Only to return when you're already asleep. It's not something he's proud of.

He's in the process of opening his mouth to apologize when you take a second step back.

Bishop’s brow arches, his eyes taking in your appearance--specifically the skirt you wear.

“You went shopping?”

Your eyes drop, your fingers flattening the fabric.

“I did, actually." You smile. You watch as his eyes travel the entire length of the grey pleats. "I stopped by the mall today. My husband hasn’t been around lately, so I had to find some way to keep myself busy.”

Shrugging off his jacket, you lay it across the bar. Taking a step back, you turn in a circle giving Bishop a full look at the mini skirt. By the time you come full circle you dawn a wide smile.

"I figured I try something new."

"It’s definitely...new."

"What?" You fix your lips into a pout as his gaze lifts. "You don’t like it? I was thinking of you when I got it."

Before your husband can string together another word, you turn to catch the eye of a passing Angel.

"What do you think, handsome?"

The question freezes the Mayan in his tracks.

The quest of finding another beer slipping through Angel's mind as he takes in your smile. "About what?"

"My new skirt."

Angel's mouth opens. Thankfully, his brain stalls as his gaze passes over the length of the skirt. His eyes linger on the length of your legs. The inability of his brain to string together a coherent sentence saving him from saying something stupid.

Heat rushes to his face as Angel clears his throat.

"I think you look nice, don't you Bish?" Angel manages as he reaches around you for a beer. His eyes avoid Bishop's as he grabs a second before quickly dismissing himself.

"Well," you smile. "At least somebody thinks I look nice."

"I don’t have time for this," Bishop admits knowing exactly where this will lead.

"What’s new?" you release a dramatic sigh as you step between his legs. "You never have time for me anymore."

"I have this meeting with the Sons--"

"Oh, is that today?" You ask, the heat of your touch seeping through the chest of his shirt. "I thought you said it was tomorrow night."

"Which is why I’d appreciate it if you put your jacket back on."

Although it doesn't drastically improve your appearance. The oversized jacket is enough to distract from the length--or lack thereof--of the skirt you wear.

"No."

It’s a word Bishop Losa rarely hears.

It’s also your favorite word to use against your husband.

“No?”

You shake your head, taking another step back putting a distance between the two of you.

"Then, wait for me at home where the entire club can't see your--"

“Nope,” you say allowing the end to pop, before turning on your heels. “I think I want to stay.”

You reach out, taking the cue stick from a passing Ezekiel.

“You have your meeting. I'll wait for you out here. I’ll just play some pool.” You smile as Bishop's jaw tightens. “Zeke here can keep me company. Right?"

The prospect's gaze lifts from the grey pleats of your skirt.

“Uh—yeah, I mean. I guess if that’s what you want—”

Ez clears his throat as he takes in your wide innocent smile. He glances in your husband's direction. The look in Bishop’s darkened gaze causes the prospect to quickly divert his eyes.

Ez's hand rubs against the back of his neck. “I mean, if it’s alright with Bishop--”

“He'll be fine. You don’t have to ask him for permission, Ez."

Ez quickly retrieves the second cue stick, suddenly focused on lining up a shot.

“Stop playing with the kid,” Bishop’s voice drops as he comes to a stop before you. “He’s my prospect, not your new toy.”

It doesn’t take a genius to understand where this is headed.

Your husband is well versed in your antics, as you are his. The firm squeeze of your hip is a silent warning. A warning that reemphasizes his previous statement

I don’t have time for this.

Between the upcoming meeting, your pouts over breakfast, and round-the-clock sassy texts, his patience is wearing thin.

“Or what, Obispo?” You huff, your weight resting against your cue stick. “You’ll spank me?”

The taunt is enough to lift Bishop’s gaze from the tip of the cigarette he lights. His brow arches as he catches sight of your playful eyes. The unimpressed look on your face earns you the tiniest reaction, the twitching of his lips as he pushes the smoke from his lungs.

“Because if that’s all, let me bend over and make it easy for you,” you laugh as you turn.

Bishop takes a step back as you lean forward, bending over the pool table. The drawn-out act of lining up your shot gives an up-close view of just how short the skirt really is.

His double-take at your arrival was highly warranted.

You can feel the heat of his darkened gaze as it travels along the length of your legs, your new position dragging his tongue across his lips. His eyes pass over your shoulder to the opening door, signaling the early arriving Sons. Releasing a huff, you straighten before turning to face Bishop.

“Put your jacket back on,” he says.

“Is that what you're bringing to the table tonight? I expected a little more intimidation from el Presidente.” Your finger trails down the leather of his kutte, your touch lingering on the worn patch. “What will the boys think if you can’t even handle an old lady? Thought they said you were the big boss.”

For a brief second, the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes, push his arriving brothers out of Bishop's mind. His hand finds the base of your throat, his thumb tipping your chin back so that your gaze meets his.

The look you find weakens your knees. It’s what you’re looking for, the sight of it pulling your lips towards his. A pout settles on your lips as Bishop leaves them cold. Instead, he pauses to place a kiss against your forehead.

“Behave.”

There is one cardinal rule your husband expects you to follow when the doors to Templo are closed.

Do not interrupt--unless it is life or death.

This is why Bishop stops midsentence when the doors slide open.

Bishop wishes he could say he's surprised, but he's not when he glances away from Hank to find you standing in the doorway.

“I just figured the boys might want a drink after making the drive here.”

Ez stands behind you, a case of beer in his hands. His face is visible over your shoulder. He hopes the telepathic message sent to your husband is received.

I told her no--or, I tried to.

One moment Ez was shaking his head and chuckling, "I don't think it's a good idea, you know how Bish gets--" the next, he was carrying a case of beer into the lion's den for you.

“We are the hosts after all,” you smile, not waiting for your husband’s permission.

Ez distributes his beers as fast as he can. You take your time, your husband's eyes following you with each passing second.

By the time you’ve reached the head of the table, there is one drink left to distribute.

“And something special for the boss.”

His eyes study the sweet, innocent smile on your lips as you place the shot of whiskey down alongside the gavel.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

All of the men throw in a word of appreciation. A mixture of "thank you" and "appreciate it" filling the air as you cross the room. Not a single man is foolish enough to glance up from the beer in their hands until they hear the door slide shut.

Hank is the first to file out. He has a mixture of humor and pure admiration on his face as he meets your gaze. It is a look you’ve both grown accustomed to over the years. The one that comes each time he sees you are bold enough to push his best friend's buttons. Which is entirely too often.

“He wants to see you,” he shares, his head shaking as you pass.

You find your husband in the same spot you left him fifteen minutes prior. Seated at the head of the table. Only his whiskey is gone, and he’s got a freshly lit cigarette between his lips. His eyes lift from the zippo in his hand as you pull the door shut.

“I’ve been summoned?” Pushing your weight off the door, you start your journey around the table. Your finger traces over the wood, your gaze lifting to his. "I take it the meeting went well. It didn’t last long."

"Thought you'd sound a little more excited now that it's over."

"Only if you got what you wanted," you respond coming to a stop alongside him.

"You got something you wanna show me?” He asks, tossing his lighter onto the table.

"What makes you say that?"

Instead of answering your question, he nods to the table.

"Bend over."

Your head shakes as you take a seat on the table before him. Your palms rest against the table, your left foot settling on his armrest. A wave of heat covers you from head to toe as Bishop's gaze travels the length of your leg.

A smile finds your lips as his touch ghosts the curve of your calf.

The response is premature. Bishop takes a drag of his cigarette before repeating his previous demand.

"Bend over."

You heed his order, a smile finding your lips as the legs of his chair drag across the floor. The heat of his palm drags the length of your outer thigh, a smile finding his lips as he puts out his cigarette.

"Tell me," he asks, his touch drifting between your thighs. "What couldn't you wait, till I got home, to show me?"

Your teeth tug at your bottom lip as his thumb teasingly pass over the lace covering your clit.

"It's gotta be beautiful," he continues, his touch sending shockwaves through your body as he traces the pattern of the fabric. "The way you were trying to show it off in front of the whole fucking club."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You breathe, your hips shifting to increase the pressure of his touch.

The red fabric brings a grin to your husband's lip. It is a color he can never resist when paired against your skin.

"Do you like it?"

Bishop doesn't rush to answer your question. Each roll of his thumb meticulous, as he unzips his jeans.

"I do," he places a soft kiss against your shoulder.

Your body tenses in anticipation as the head of his cock teases your slick folds. A soft whimper fills the air as he denies you what you want. Instead of pushing inside, he allows his tip to rub the length of your folds. He repeats the process until your mind has lost count, the trembling of your thighs arching his brow. As you shift your hips back, he pulls a grunt of frustration from your lips.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he chuckles, his grip presses against your spine pinning you in place. "Hm? I thought you liked teasing...this isn't a reward, you don't get to pick how you get it. "

He slides into you in one fluid motion. Bishop's thrusts are not as sweet as your pet name. They are deliberate, pushing into you at a fast and harsh pace. His hips snap into you with a relentless force, his grip bruising your skin.

The edge of the table is the only anchor you're able to find as your body succumbs to the pleasure only he can bring. It doesn't take long for the muscles of your body to tense.

"You wanna cum, sweetheart?" he grunts, his words rasping with every thrust.

“Yes--fuck, Bish,” you manage. The words pass breathlessly, your mind struggling to string together a coherent plea. “Please--”

The pleas spilling from your lips are lost to a gasp as he pulls out of you.

“Since you’ve been trying to get me there all day,” he breathes. “You can wait till you get home.”

Your husband’s chuckle drowns out your whimpered protest. He catches your wrist as you attempt to finish where he’s left off, pinning it flat against the table.

“You don’t have time for that,” he assures you, the wave of pleasure he’s built already slowly beginning to ebb away. “You got something else you need to do first.”

He releases your wrist, his hands moving to pull your skirt back into place. The moment he’s finished, Bishop steps back allowing you to stand.

Turning to face him, you watch as he settles back into his chair. The smile on Bishop's lips morphs into a grin, his playful gaze watching you bite your lip. The desire to disobey his demand only seems to increase with each slowly passing second. The shifting of your weight pulls a chuckle from his lips.

“For making me cut my meeting short,” his head cocks to the side. His eyes pass over your heaving chest before he smiles. “I think that pretty mouth of yours owes me fifteen minutes.”

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A Young Donna Pinciotti, That '70s Version of the "Not Like Other Girls" Trope:

She's one of the guys. She can kick Eric's ass at basketball, and in general? She can kick his ass to the moon.

Yeah, she's stronger than most girls, and a good number of guys. She can lift the heaviest of weights and can crack nuts with her bare hands, after all.

And for the longest time, throughout her adolescence, she's taken a strange amount of pride in it. The other girls wear mini skirts and platform heels, and she wears t-shirts, jeans, bandanas (like Rosie the Riveter), and Converses. The other girls listen to ABBA and The Bee Gees, she listens to Janis Joplin and Joan Baez. The other girls read Cosmo and Vogue, and she reads Louisa May Alcott, Jane Austen, and Sylvia Plath. She's the Jo, in the sea of Megs and Amys.

With a dismissive roll of the eyes, she wants more than what society has planned for her. To be a dismissive Stepford wife, and to pop out a few kids. She wants to travel the world. She wants to be a journalist or a novelist, like Jo March.

But unlike the Victorian era, where firm shackles were the norm, there are far more opportunities for women. Marriage isn't a death sentence, and as she lovingly eyes her best friend, the scrawny little boy? She's willing to make a bit of a sacrifice, as they travel the world. Together. In love, in marriage, and someday? Settling down, with a baby carriage or two.

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dearestones · 2 years ago

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Death Note Matchup: Takada Kiyomi

Warnings: Fluff.

Anonymous Request: Hi! Uh this is for the romantic Death Note matchups if you’re able to :) I do prefer males ideally but I’m always open to some lovely ladies

My name is Sage, I’m 5’0 tho I wear a lot of TALL platforms(except at home then it’s slippers). I dress very alternatively with a lot mini pleated skirts, thigh highs, chokers, and tight shirts. Hobbies revolve around animal and human psychology, I love to analyze lol

Best 5 traits: Im very confident on my body, I flirt in an attempt to flatter and make people smile, I am very analytical/rational, I’m very creative, open to affection yet loves space just the same

Worst 5: struggles with empathy, gets overstimulated with noise easily, gets irritated when things are out of place, prefers a dimly lit room, emotional at times

I’m autistic too but idk if that’s good or bad sometimes haha

After reading through the information given, I believe that you are best paired with Takada Kiyomi!

When you first meet Kiyomi, she’ll be immediately impressed and somewhat intimidated by your hold and statuesque figure. She stands a mere five inches shorter than you without heels, but with your platforms she feels completely dwarfed by your presence. It’s an interesting situation considering that as a spokeswoman on national television, she has to hold an imposing presence to best deliver the news and goodwill about Kira. Later on, when she becomes better accustomed to you and forms romantic feelings for you, she’ll adore your height and how she feels safe in your arms.

As a high profile character on television, she has to keep up with strict appearances. Therefore, most of her clothing is very conservative and serves a professional function. She envies your alternative style and wishes that she could explore and expand her closet. She thinks the way your chokers clasp around your neck is titillating and she’s weak for your thigh highs. If you really want to rile her up, you can always model for her or even better… Ask her to model some of your outfits on herself. She’ll end up swallowed in your clothing, but you can’t deny that she’ll look stunning in clothing that doesn’t depict her dour profession.

You like to study animal and human psychology? What a pleasant surprise! Kiyomi loves it when she encounters people who are more on the intellectual and rational side. She appreciates it when you don’t play up your emotions, often preferring that you are more honest and blunt with her.

That said, her knees will turn to jelly whenever you casually flirt with her. She’s more used to romantic gestures in the privacy of the bedroom or away from the public’s prying eyes. If you kiss her hand in front of fellow reporters or flirt with her in front of colleagues, her cheeks will redden and her professional tone of voice will slip into something that may or may not be considered high pitched and girlish.

Furthermore, Kiyomi is in love with the fact that you love your body. Your outward confidence that exudes from your very being is magnetic, but at the same time, Kiyomi wants to shy away. She doesn’t think that she deserves you because you’re many things that she isn’t. It’s because of you that she seeks to improve herself.

After spending so much time with you, Kiyomi embraces and loves every aspect of yourself and that includes your worst traits. As a Kira supporter, Kiyomi feels for the victims of criminals, but she can’t deny that part of her view is skewed by her pragmatic and efficient nature. She can empathize with the fact that you are also not as empathetic. She may not view your lack of empathy as a bad trait, per se, but rather as something that is a part of you. This sort of trait is not always found in good individuals—it’s your actions that dictate who you are.

Kiyomi is also a fairly quiet and tidy person. She understands getting irritated if things are out of place; she gets a little antsy if her office space is cluttered or if she needs to dust off the surfaces of her apartment. She’ll help you if the overstimulation gets too much via grounding methods or simply holding you if you allow it.

As for dimly lit rooms… You better be speaking her romance language because she finds this sort of lighting to be the best for certain activities between you and her once the work day is over.

And don’t worry if you’re emotional at times. Even cold and pragmatic Kiyomi knows what it’s like to need to have some sort of outlet for emotions. She can also be driven by her emotions, especially if she’s driven in the pursuit of love. Since she’s in love with you, she’ll basically do anything for you and if that means giving you tissues to dry your eyes or offering you sweets to stem your tears, she’ll do so.

Congratulations! You found yourself a woman who is as elegant as she is beautiful. Beware of her cold nature because once she takes a liking to you, she will ensnare you with romance and love you forever.

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