#faux leather gear

[chillis-woof-stuff]

☆ Vegan Leather Pupper Hood ☆

Custom Dalmatian Pup Hood i made a few years ago! Look at those cute ears! ♡♡

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

When it comes to cold weather, the main rule (regardless of gender or presentation) is: when in doubt, choose warmth and safety over style. 

Some basics: 

Layering is your best friend: Start with moisture-wicking base layers to keep sweat off your skin. Follow with insulating layers (like fleece or wool), and finish with a weather-resistant outer layer (like a puffer jacket or waterproof coat) to protect against wind, snow or rain.

Keep your sensitive areas warm: Make sure your hands, feet, and head are covered! Gloves, warm socks and a beanie can prevent cold-related discomfort or injuries. 

Waterproof: If you're facing snow or rain, make sure your clothes are waterproof. Wet clothes lose their insulating ability, so staying dry is a big part of staying warm! 

Reflective Gear: If you’re out in the dark or in poor visibility conditions, consider adding reflective elements to your outfit for safety.

People can react differently to temperatures. A temperature that feels super cold to you could feel comfortable to someone else, depending on what you’re used to (and some other factors). As a very basic rule, we can say: Gloves, beanies, and other cold-weather accessories typically become necessary when temperatures drop below 40°F (4°C). In more severe cold (below 32°F (0°C)), it’s even more important to wear them to protect yourself from frostbite and maintain body warmth. But it goes even in milder weather: if you feel uncomfortable or if it’s windy or damp, it’s a good idea to add these items for extra comfort.

With all that being said: Clothes are not just for safety and temperature control, they also help you express yourself - and that doesn’t suddenly change in winter. 

Dressing for cold weather doesn’t have to mean sacrificing your personal look. Whether you want to present more feminine, more masculine, or more androgynous, here are some tips to help you layer up and feel like yourself: 

(Note that these are suggestions, not hard rules. Style is highly subjective as everyone has different tastes, preferences, body types, fashion inspirations, budgets, cultural influences etc. I could suggest something here that you’d feel super uncomfortable in - if so, that’s not a sign you’re “doing it wrong”! Cherry-pick what feels right and ignore the rest) 

If You Want to Present More Feminine

Base Layers: If you want to wear skirts or dresses in winter, start with thermal leggings or tights! These can be nicely paired with cozy, long-sleeved tops or lightweight thermal shirts. (But also keep in mind that plenty of women, cis or trans, do not wear dresses all the time! Nothing wrong with choosing jeans!) 

Outer Layers: There are plenty of styles to choose from that have a feminine touch, such as a belted trench coat, a pea coat, or a long wool coat. Shawls are also excellent for adding a touch of style while keeping you warm! 

Footwear: Knee-high or thigh-high boots lined with faux fur or fleece can keep your legs warm and add a polished look to your outfit. Ankle boots with thicker socks are also a good alternative.

Accessories: Scarves, gloves, and beanies can be both practical and stylish. Knit hats or earmuffs can add a soft, cozy vibe to your look.

Style Tip: Go for a mix of fabrics like wool, faux fur, and knitwear to create texture and warmth.

If You Want to Present More Masculine: 

- Base Layers: Start with thermal undershirts or moisture-wicking base layers. Consider long underwear for added insulation beneath your pants.

- Outer Layers: There’s plenty of outerwear to choose from, like a puffer jacket, parka, or wool overcoat! (Faux) Leather or bomber jackets layered over sweaters can also add a masculine edge while keeping you warm.

- Footwear: You might want to opt for sturdy boots, such as work boots, Chelsea boots, or combat boots. Thicker socks can keep your feet warm.

- Accessories: Don’t skip out on scarves, beanies, or gloves for being “too feminine”. They can actually be great for adding a more rugged feel to your outfit! You just gotta find a color and style that fits you well. 

Style Tip: Focus on layering in a way that adds structure. Sweaters, button-ups, and jackets work great together for a sharp, put-together look. Play with dark, neutral tones and thick fabrics like wool or denim for extra warmth and style.

If You Want to Present Androgynous

- Base Layers: Neutral-colored thermal tops or turtlenecks can serve as great foundational pieces. You may want to pair these with straight-leg or loose-fitting pants that allow room for layering underneath.

- Outer Layers: Oversized coats, puffer jackets, or long trench coats can work well for an androgynous look. Try layering with oversized sweaters or fleece pullovers for extra warmth.

- Footwear: You could go for sneakers, lace-up boots, or loafers paired with warm, thick socks. But really, any pair of shoes can work for an unisex outfit. 

- Accessories: Neutral-colored scarves, simple beanies, and fingerless gloves can add to an androgynous look. Minimalist accessories like oversized scarves or gender-neutral caps are both practical and stylish.

Style Tip: Aim for a balanced mix of structured and relaxed pieces. Try loose layers on top with more fitted pants, or vice versa, to create an effortless, warm, and non-gendered appearance.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[zadsterr]

LEAVING THIS UP BUT VERY IMPORTANT UPDATE

Someone reblogged and said it can weaken the leather inside, this has never happened to me for the year or so I've done it, but very likely can happen!! Please be cautious:) this is likely better advice for faux tails! (As most of those dont have leather middles)

Reminder for all therians who have gear/anyone with animal gear

WASH

YOUR

TAIL!!

Don't know how/are afraid to do it wrong

Here's a step by step on how I do it! (This is for real fur tails but should also work just as well for faux fur !)

Fill up a sink or a large pot with warm water, NOT boiling/hot!! This can cause the fur and hold on it to grow a lot weaker and possibly fall off

Pour in dawn dishsoap/sensitive skin laundry detergent(regular downy also works!) into the water and mix it around :)

Gently take your tail and soak it in the water, slowly and carefully running your fingers through the fur to remove any excess dirt/grime

Dump out the dirty water and refill it with slightly colder water, run the tail through this again!

Smell testing is also a good idea, step away into a better smelling room then walk in and smell the tail, if it smells bad or grimey another less intensive wash may be needed

If done, Take the tail out, lay it FLAT DOWN on a surface, do not hang dry it from its keychain if it is big or heavy, if not then feel free to hang dry!

Check on it every hour or so, in less than a day it should be good! (Depending on length:] )

And thats all!! I hope this helps anyone with gear who wasnt shure how or if to wash it:)!!

[octuscle]

This ongoing Tom Holland story is fun. But “The Dutch” needs a serious haircut and some other adjustments to make him a real man, don’t you think?

In the current issue of Attitude, Tom "The Dutch" Holland talks about wrestling and homosexuality and about the eroticism of sweat and faux leather in the dressing rooms of WWE arenas in an extraordinarily revealing way.

After his image change, "The Dutch" is sexier than ever. Many of his fans cried out when Tom cut off his mullet and decorated his skin with tattoos. It may have cost him some fans. But if the number of his followers on Instagram and TikTok is to be believed, the radical haircut was exactly the right step in the right direction.

It's hardly surprising that a wrestler who dresses the body of an Adonis in black faux leather has many fans, especially in the gay community. Find out what this has to do with his new style in our interview with a man who is not afraid to be photographed without any wrestling gear.

[nitewrighter]

I haven't played overwatch in like, 2 weeks--which I know doesn't sound like a lot, and to be honest I have been dropping off more and more, but I was still getting the battlepass out of dumb habit and then hammering my way through it at the last minute because hey, I spent ten bucks on it, might as well get those cosmetics. But I haven't gotten the battlepass this time and last night as I slumped into my beat-up 15+ year old faux-leather office chair and booted up my PS5, pleasantly high, I had this beat of "I actually don't want to get pissed off at a bunch of online randos" and I started a new game in Final Fantasy X instead. Like yeah, I'm still playing my video games, but there is something incredibly freeing about realizing you were playing a game more out of habit than actual enjoyment and then switching gears to something pleasant and familiar that really reminds you of why you fell in love with video games to begin with.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

a request for halloween fics? a bam x reader fic, trying to figure out what to be for halloween together! maybe they match? maybe the whole CKY crew matches?

Cky Halloween HC’s!

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, alcohol

An: thank you for the request!! A good chunk of this fic was inspired by another set of headcannons I saw regarding the CKY guys and Halloween costumes, and when I find them, I’ll link them here! Thank you for reading and please keep sending requests ;)

Standing in the bathroom, you examined the eyeliner around Bam’s waterline, helping smudge a forgotten corner with a chuckle,

“Y’look like Bambi with this stuff on!”

Trying not to fuck up you doing his makeup, your boyfriend kept real still as he murmured through costume fangs, “Bambi got shot at the end’a that movie.��

Eyes glinting with mischief, you took a step back and smiled at your work, “Well then you’re lucky I don’t hunt…”

You were helping him get ready for this Halloween party the rest of the guys were going to, and it was somebody’s great idea to have the theme for the group costume be stereotypical sexy costumes,

So Bam was a demon, complete with leather pants and those surprising high quality fangs that he offered to try out in the bedroom,

And you were a sexy nun. Of course that’s the kind of couple’s costume he would come up with.

The prince of darkness made his little entrance, strutting down the stairs in what was essentially glorified bondage gear,

Looking Dunn’s sexy lumberjack costume up and down, Bam chuckled, “What’re you supposed t’be, Lumberjack-me off?”

Waving a dismissive hand, Ry threw his jab right back at him, “Later, Bam- later...”

Novak, who in a great act of irony, was dressed as a cop complete with ridiculously tiny booty shorts, arrived fashionably late.

“You’re all under arrest!” Tucking away the police badge he had flashed, he leaned arround the crowd at the door and added,

“Especially that nun chick- she’s hot.” That earned him a hard punch in the shoulder from Bam.

The only one of you who didn’t look like a Village People reject was Dico, who was sporting one of a myriad of costumes he just happened to have on hand at all times.

“Yar-har har!” Brandishing a plastic cutlass, he put on a faux pirate accent and led the guys outside to where Dunn’s shitty limo was parked, “We be plundering booty from all the seven seas tonight!”

Evidently, the amount of skin Bam was showing made your little dress and tights look conservative, but what girl doesn’t enjoy when her boyfriend dressed sluttier than her?

So within an hour of showing up, you and him ended up in the corner, making out.

Raab, who was wearing one of those sexy nurse outfits, observed from afar, “Hey, Dunn. Kinda messed up that it’s a demon and a nun, right? Like, makin’ out and shit.”

“Yeah...” Ryan nodded, arms crossed as he stood next to him, “S’fucked up. And hot, at the same time.”

Rake, Mr. Sexy mad scientist himself, spent a majority of the night trying to pick up chicks by talking about he knows they would have some great chemistry together.

You ran into him at the little faux bar set up in some kitchen, but before you could ask him how the party was going, someone cut you off,

“Y/N! Hey-“ It was Novak, panicking a little with his hands locked in his own cuffs. He spun around, “Y’think you could grab the key fr’these outta my back pocket?”

Snatching a beer from the fridge, you replied sarcastically, “Haha, very funny. I know you!” And you walked away,

Totally unaware that he was actually stuck in them. Novak shot a glance over at Rake, who just shook his head, “No fuckin’ way, dude- I am not touchin’ your ass.”

So the end of the night comes and you’re all pretty hammered, and on the way back to castle Bam you noitice Dico reaching into a bulging pocket of his red velvet pirate jacket-

Pillsbury Halloween cookies. Nearly every pocket was stuffed to the brim with Pillsbury Halloween cookies he’d pilfered from the party. “Wha…dude-!”

So as not to alert the others to his haul, he palmed one into your hand and whispered, “Shhhh…theives’ honor.”

[makethatelevenrings]

Coexist // D. Grayson x assassin!reader

A/N: I'm alive. This is...a Lot. Maybe taking a break from writing was a mistake lol

Requested? yes but also no. I took an idea and decided to try and rival Usain Bolt with this sprint

Warnings (PLS READ FOR THIS ONE): a lotttt of introspective thoughts, existential crisis, grief, allusion to child loss, reader's past as an assassin, confusing language as a representation of the confusing and frustrating world we live in

the gif is really just bc i need something to break up the wall of text and his face is pretty

Assassin!Verse masterlist

You barely recall being awoken. On the precipice of sleep and wakefulness, you allowed yourself to reside in that quiet place. For so long you lived alert to the latent dangers of the world, but there was no prickle of anxiety on your skin this time. Not when Dick sat so closely next to you.

His hands rested, one on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. He had woken you when the sky was still dark, but the phantom calls of birds rang out amongst the stars as they searched for the coming sun. His touch was gentle, as it always was with you, and his words spoken gentler so he didn’t wake Damian who had declared himself your guardian.

The faux leather upholstery was cool against your cheek and you savored the way it soothed your burning cheeks. You don’t know when the salty tang of tears began to drip down your cheeks. Had you been crying for the whole drive? Or had the tears always been a part of you, but only now they were exposing themselves as your mask slowly chipped away?

He pulled the car into a small lot that was composed of a few concrete blocks that functioned as parking barriers and grass trampled by hundreds of feet. Dick wordlessly exited the car and took a moment to inhale before he rounded to your side and opened the door. You felt clumsy and shy, like a newborn foal trying to walk for the first time. What happened to the grace that was instilled in you? It wasn’t lost, you knew that, but today was not about who they had made you to be.

He pressed the stems of the bouquet into your hands and the presence of soft, bumpy earth bit into your skin with a mental sharpness that rivaled thorns. The sharp exhale and inhale of your breath mixed in a tentative dance with the cool air that nipped at your skin. It was bitterly cold. It was practically frozen.

It was a perfect reminder of your mortality. You loved it.

Dick walked in tandem with you. Up the lane, past the wrought iron gates that creaked in greeting, and past the weathered stones and marble blocks that showed so little of so lived a life. He faltered in his steps once you caught sight of the small stone and his hand fell from its careful place in the crook of your elbow. You surged forward and let your heart carry you with all its heaviness.

It wasn’t a conscious decision to fall to your knees and present the bundle of red and white spider lilies, but it happened and there you were. You were here and there. You were the lines of etchings engraved into stone and you were the finger touching the worn surface. Other flowers crowded you as you sank into the unfathomable realization.

Most people (you cannot bring yourself to say all because you are proof that it is not all, and you know others who struggle with this realization) only live one life. There is no guidebook that explains step by step how to proceed in this big, scary world around you. Every person from the barista at the corner coffee shop to your own mother are all experiencing the world for the first time. They are experiencing the profound joy of the simple things and the devastating loss of the greatest loves of their lives.

You are one of these people. You are not one of these people.

Before you sat an epithet to the person you were. There is no space in your mind to consider the life you might have lived if the things that happened to you hadn’t happened at all. But would that have been you? You have had these discussions with Alfred many times late at night, raving at a God who, if he exists, destined you to a life with stains of blood on your hands placed there by people who should have protected you.

The sun crests the hill and bathes the world in an unfelt warmth and it ignites the anger in your veins. How dare these people weep for a child they barely knew? You hate yourself for thinking it. How dare you grow angry at the love of a parent?

They knew you. They don’t know you.

You are two people; a ghost and a mirage kneel side by side on the frozen ground that covers an empty casket. Your name marks the stone, but it is not the name you call yourself. It does not ignite the warmth of familiarity that it does when it comes from the tongue of your found family.

You don’t know how long you stay there, grieving the loss of who you once were and coming to terms with the choice laid before you. The sun has decided to cling to you and despite the chill, you can feel the way it bites at your skin.

It is simple, the answer to your choice.

You were once a child. You are now an adult. These two things can coexist.

But you were once this child. You are now this adult.

The fabric of the small toy seated at the grave is rotten with weather and age. The plastic eyes are scratched, but they gaze up at you with a sincerity you know only in one other person’s eyes.

Dick had been here before you. He laid this small robin at the foot of your grave and you nearly weep at the sight.

Instead, you slowly pull yourself to your feet, draw yourself up high, and let who you once were lay protected and loved.

His hand enclosed around yours and you let yourself fall into the warmth of his embrace. The two of you turn your back to the past and, together, step into your choice.

To live, to love, to feel.

To exist as your own.

You were you. And now you are your own.

These two things can coexist.

Tag List:

@someoneimsure@perpetual-fangirl900@visagebrise@cursedandromedablack@alexxavicry@the-wayward-daughter@raging-trash-of-mind@khaylin27

[naritaren]

Rasslin' Ragdoll Commissions Open

I thought this was going to take longer to set up, but! The ragdoll wrestlers are now open for commissions!

Get yourself a nice, fun ragdoll version of your favorite wrestler! These dolls stand at around 18 inches tall and come with one standard outfit. If your outfit has pants or shorts, those are not able to be removed, but anything else can be!

Any additional gear or title belts are an additional price per item. Title belts are made from faux leather and HTV. The belts will be able to snap on and off as needed. You can also add a sound clip that will be inside the plushie to make it talk.

The turnaround time on these dolls is 4-6 weeks to allow for if I need to purchase yarn or not.

These start at $75 per doll, accounting for the time it takes to make them. You can find the link to order one here:

[yourfuckingmomdotcom]

Yandere Goth x GN! Reader Drabble

As someone who is goth, I wanted a goth yandere that reflected the subculture a lot better than I’ve seen some do. Not that others do a bad job, I like a lot of them, but they focus on the look more than the subculture itself and I wanted to reflect my experience a smidge. Word Count: 840

TW: Yandere stuff, stalking, teeth outside of the human body, anxiety mention

🖤 Yandere Goth, living just outside of a major city ends up drifting across the lamp-lit streets whenever he finds himself bored. In a sense, he likes the barren streets with the absence of loud noise and diesel in the air. It doesn’t help that his apartment is quite overstuffed with dark-inclined paraphernalia, or that he struggles to sleep most nights because he prefers to sleep from dawn to the afternoon.

🖤 Yandere Goth, who runs and manages an invite only goth club. It’s slightly elitist and snobby, but he can be very flexible when it comes to guests and the music is always killer. Luckily for him, he has the final say so in who can get in, and more importantly who he can kick out. He will eventually kick out anyone that even attempts to look at you in any way other than a slight glance. 🖤 Yandere Goth, who presents as mostly functional as far as yanderes go, but actually is just hiding all that he does for you. That guy who tried to get flirty in the club? He was “kicked out”, but so were his teeth in the back alley after he dragged him out. Heaven forbid someone attempt anything worse, it won’t end well. Though you did get gifted highly realistic tooth earrings a week later, you thought it was charming assuming the teeth were resin fakes. 🖤 Yandere Goth, sews his own attire due to the fact that there’s not many masculine goth brands that don’t cost a lot of money. Eventually he’ll offer to make you matching clothes just to touch and measure your body. He’s just obsessed with wrapping around the tape measure around all of your sensual areas, or when he rubs his hand down the unfinished muslin seams on your sides to ‘see how it fits’ or ‘if it’s too tight, which will lead to the thread to stretch and rip’. 🖤 Yandere Goth, who would genuinely explode if you allowed him to make you custom lingerie. It doesn’t matter what your gender identity is, you’re gonna be in the most intricately designed lingerie that anyone could offer… (He also definitely has made some behind your back, he keeps it on a mannequin that he got in your size in his room. When you come over he rips it off and hides it underneath his bed.) 🖤 Yandere Goth, believes heavily in the ‘DIY or die’ mentality. Makes more than just clothes including jewelry, faux-leather items, haircare, makeup, and anything he could possibly do on his own. His love language is also gift-giving, so expect to have mountains of custom gear to your tastes.

🖤 Yandere Goth, he won’t kidnap you exactly. He prefers to be more covert in isolating you. He loves you in his club, so he’ll bring you there for every event at his side. But he tries to keep you from wandering too far, irrationally nervous about what others will do or say to you. Sometimes when you sleep over, he’ll leave and lock the door from the outside. When he returns he’ll claim it was a mistake, and offer to stay longer since you’re already here. Eventually he’d try and convince you to move in. If his means of entrapment didn’t work he might try to kidnap you for real, but that would take a relationship he wasn’t confident in and a worrying amount of anxiety from him to even consider. 🖤 Yandere Goth, doesn’t like to admit this, but he really likes to stalk you in the dead of night. He never does it during the day, but he just likes to watch you sleep when he can’t. It’s almost like a dark reminder that the world around him is asleep, and that he should be getting tired. His dark clothes mask him in the night, so even if you wake up you most likely won’t see him. After he goes home, he gets the best sleep of his life, which ends up reaffirming and justifying this behavior in his mind. It’s a toxic cycle he’s gotten himself into, but if you were in an actual relationship the frequency of stalking would dramatically decrease as sleeping next to you basically knocks him out.

🖤 Yandere Goth, he prefers his desolation but he wants to share his self-induced state of loneliness with you. He pleads with whatever might be out there for you to embrace him in his coldest nights, to dance with him to the monotone bass of his favorite artists, or maybe to just have someone who seems to love him back. He promises that what you provide him, he’ll provide tenfold. Just let him love you forever, and he’ll make sure you won’t regret it… But if you reject him, expect some intense stalking followed by him taking you away where he’s sure nobody could interfere ever again.

[scary-lasagna]

X-Mas ask! What would some of the creeps' ideal gifts be? What are they hoping to find beneath the tree this year? And alternatively, how likely are they to actually receive it? Happy holidays! <3

Their lists are much more expansive, but these are at the top of their list!

Jeff - New clothes. He’s been wearing his tattered attire for the past year now, and his bulletproof vest has more holes than a slice of Swiss.

Ben - New gaming headphones. The faux leather on his has been flaking off for a few months now, so he wants a better upgrade with better sound quality and such.

Eyeless Jack - Thermal clothes for winter hunting.

Seedeater - “mmmmmmmeat”

Nina - Victoria’s Secret giftcards

Sally - A bell from Santa’s sleigh

Tim - A vacation

Brian - New hunting equipment

Toby - Whatever merch features his most recent hyperfixation - this month it is crystals thanks to Jane

Kate - Something to throw at Brian when he’s annoying her about what she wants for Christmas

Clockwork - Whimsical jewlery

Jane - Textbooks about learning French

Lost Silver - A gaming chair. He’s always wanted one, and even though a beanbag is much more comfy, a gaming chair would definitely match the rest of his rooms aesthetic. Plus, Ben just makes it look cool.

Dark Link - Better gear. He earns a living off of tactical and stealth work, and his exterior armor is getting a little too gritty to be considered safe and quiet.

Jason - A magnetic bracelet for loose screws and the like while working

Laughing Jack - A book on Exotic beasts

Helen - Clay!!! And lots of it!!!

Puppeteer - Callus gloves for his hands

Slender - “Anything you’d think I’d like” Even though he talks nonstop about a pair of new cuff links and fancy bourbon.

Offender - “I dunno something cool like a blowtorch”

Trender - A vintage sewing machine and kit. He just thinks they’re so aesthetically pleasing.

Splendor - A nail polish set!

Zalgo - Universal Domination. If not available, store brand is fine.

[wrxsslin-hours]

Hi! For a fic request how about Shawn and Kevin (who use to date but are besties now) gossiping about how cute Shawn thinks Bret is

A one-shot where Diesel judges Shawn's taste in men.

a/n: ty for the ask! This was a treat to write

“Is it Taker?”

“No.”

“Luger?”

“I have more class than that, Kev.”

Diesel leaned on his locker; the metal creaked under the added weight. The behemoth of a man smacked his lips together, going through the list of wrestlers Shawn has ever made eye contact with. It wasn't that long a list, considering how much time Shawn spends sending kisses to his mirror reflection. He wrapped his arm around Shawn, his mind still wandering. The smaller man bumped his head on Diesel’s shoulder. “Since when was it your business to know who I like?”

“It always has been.” Shawn maneuvered his way out of his friend’s hold with a laugh; some strands of his hair clung to Diesel’s skin. The two had just finished a tag match and had retreated to the corner of the locker room. Their heads were ducked down, whispering about anyone passing their peripheral. One conversation led to another, and now Diesel was on a one-man investigation to figure out the new man Shawn was pining over.

“Is he hotter than me?” Diesel asked, his voice laced with seriousness. Shawn hummed in faux naivety. He tapped his gloved finger on his chin, lips twisted in a pout. “Absolutely.”

Diesel gasped, offended as Shawn took off his gear. “No one is hotter than Big Daddy Cool,” the older man smirked, “Except you.”

Shawn couldn’t hold his laugh back. “Naturally.” He placed his leather, zebra-patterned hat on Diesel’s head; it tipped over to one side. Diesel fixed it, tucking his stray hairs underneath the hat's band.

“Is it one of the Harts?” Diesel asked. He noticed how Shawn’s silence stretched on for a second too long. Diesel smirked, “Is it?”

Shawn shrugged his shoulders, a smirk perking up on his own lips. “Maybe.”

The heartbreak kid sat beside his friend, legs perched up on the other’s lap. “There’s no way it’s Anvil or Bulldog,” Diesel started, and Shawn nodded in agreement. “You can barely tell Keith and Bruce apart.”

In a flash, Diesel took hold of Shawn’s legs, trapping him in his grasp. “Is it Bret?” Shawn’s silence was enough for Diesel to confirm his suspicions.

He should’ve known. From how Shawn lingers in the locker room to hover beside Bret, even though his match was a few minutes away, how he tries to make small talk, asking Bret for advice. Diesel had already lost count of how many times Shawn slinked away from him in bars to be with Bret. The Hart was far from Shawn’s usual type, if Diesel were completely honest. He was the same height as Shawn, a far cry from all the taller wrestlers that Shawn was ever interested in. He was all serious, no nonsense, both in and out of the ring when surrounded by people that aren’t his family. Diesel was sure Shawn had called him a wet blanket more than once. Arrogant, stubborn, and too uptight. Diesel pursed his lips, “No way.”

Shawn braced himself for the judgment. Diesel’s nose scrunched as he furrowed his brows, “I’m way hotter than him by a mile, and that’s not just my ego talking,” Diesel continued, a playful glint in his eyes. He released Shawn’s legs and stood up, towering over his smaller friend. “I mean, I’m the total package – charisma, height, and let’s not forget these chiseled features.” He pointed at his own face with a smirk.

Shawn rolled his eyes, amused. “I think I’m starting to rub off on you.”

Diesel stood up and brought Shawn up with him. “Didn’t know you were into the brooding artist type.” He took off Shawn’s hat and placed it on its owner’s head. “Should I start wetting my hair and slathering my body with buckets of baby oil too?” he bantered.

Shawn watched as Diesel carried both of their bags. He gave the bigger man a playful shove, but that hardly did anything. “You know, Kev, you’re still my number one. No one can replace the original Big Daddy Cool.” Diesel grinned and opened the door for Shawn. “Great! Now spill it, when are you making a move?”

Shawn pretended not to hear the other man; his eyes focused on Bret, who just finished a promo. The two exchanged smiles before Shawn turned to Diesel. The taller man had a shit eating grin of his own, "Well-" “Don’t even start, Nash.”

[skelliethorn]

I had a strong need to design an OC inspired by Manhunt. Here this:

She's a hitman and goes by Muscolosa. Her real name is Tofana.

The reason why she does photography also because it gave her extra cash.

She has an allergy for synthetic materials (polyester, rayon, nylon, spandex, rubber, etc.) She often wear actual leather over faux leather because of it.

Tofana was supposed to be a heiress for a pesticide company, but certain family members backstab her. Later on, she handle her anger by weightlifting.

She's 6 ft/183 cm tall. She only date people who are shorter than 5'8 ft/176 cm.

The additional $2500 to have her in special outfits was a joke, she never expect anyone to actually spend more money to have someone killed. Then Mr. Nasty barged into her motel room with a leather gear and a wad of cash. She has never interacted with him before this moment.

Then she became his go to person for when he needs promotional photos for his films, and essentially forced her into working exclusively for Valiant Video Enterprises. Where she will learn more fetishes of her clients than she would prefer.

Tofana has worked with Starkweather for 1 film. Then immediately after became the 50th woman to have a restraining order on him.

Also, that pic wasn't her first pick to be featured on the catalog.

Anyway, here what she usually wears:

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

Gear Post: Straps!

(Note: This post only includes one of Wild's straps. I imagine he has many.)

From left to right:

- Warriors: It is deep blue and has the emblem on his scarf near the button (so, right at the end of the strap). The adjustment buckle is yellowish (also like his scarf). It's the longest and second widest on compare to everyone elses.

- Wild: (words on pic will be elaborated. includes an arrow that points to each section on the strap.) Patterns from top to bottom: Hylian Tunic: the triangle patterns, Hylian Hood: the line patterns on the cap, Champion's Tunic (BoTW, and I drew two arrows): first one is the line/dot pattern on his shirt, second one is the frequency-looking pattern on his arm wrap, ToTK Leather Armour: based on the patterns on his chest armour for the ToTK Champion's Tunic- its not a spoiler it's alr in the trailer - looks like a flower spreading its pedals. His adjustment buckle is made of leather.

- Twilight: The top (the part nearest to his shoulder) is adorned with faux-fur. The adjustment buckle is blue with an orange string tied around it (like his pelt)

- Sky: very simple looking. White strap, with blue lines on the side (mostly because rather than trying to draw and fit his cape's design, I gave up instead-----). The adjustment buckle is red, with a pattern looking like his pelt. The strap button looks like a blue diamond. (note: i totally forgot to draw it). Widest and second longest

[victimeyez]

Prepare (Prologue to Lisa and Mark)

Professional//Victim pt.4

Caius prepares Tommy for his next client.

Masterlist: x Prev: x Next: x

Taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @whumpyourdamnpears @generic-whumperz @lonesome--hunter @whumplr-reader @theelvishcowgirl

CW: Captive whumpee, fuck it.. femboy Tommy, forced crossdressing, mention of intimate whumpers, restraints, shock collars, begging, cruel whumpers

~

Tommy’s room was probably not up to code.

It was a small room in the basement, barely bigger than his twin bed. The only semblance of a window was a short row of thick glass blocks at the top of the far wall. They couldn’t be seen through, and only let in a limited and filtered daylight. 

The carpet was long worn out, the soft cushioning of the fibers ground into a tough mat. The clothing his captors provided was locked away from him in a trunk under the bed, and a rotting bookcase housed handfuls of random books. Bare wires hung from the unfinished ceiling and walls, smartly covered with a clear pane of plastic to keep them out of his reach.

He used to have one of those old TVs, the big boxy ones no one used anymore. All it got was the public channels, but he liked to keep it on, just to hear people talking. It was taken away after he scratched Caius, and now he only listened to the sounds of the house and the overhead pipes. 

Either they had forgotten to give it back, or they still held it against him - it didn’t truly matter either way, if he asked he would be told no.

He was afforded a few CDs and an old walkman. It lay discarded next to him in bed - he knew what was coming and didn’t want to be taken by surprise. Sam had “cleared” him as his skin had been forced whole again, little trace left of the pain he had endured. Every single time. He stared at the waterstained ceiling and listened until there was the familiar sound of his door unlocking. Caius was the only one that ever came down here. He pulled the sheets over his head.

“You need to get dressed, we have a client tonight.”

Tommy knew. He had been stewing in his dread all day, hiding under the covers in his bed. 

“What does this one want from me?” Tommy asked from under the blankets.

“Well… this one is a little more complicated. I’ll tell you about it in the car. But I need you to put this on.”

Tommy felt a very slight weight over his foot.

“It’s at the foot of your bed. I’m going to give you ten minutes to get dressed. I’ll be back, and then we gotta do some prep in the bathroom.”

Tommy peeked out from the covers at Caius.

“The bathroom?”

“The bathroom. Be ready within ten minutes. I’ll leave you to it.”

Caius padded out of the room, clicking the lock shut behind him.

It was nice to have a little space for once, instead of having to strip and dress in front of Caius, but it was hard to motivate himself to emerge from his cocoon. He stared at the clock until 5 minutes passed, and made himself sit up.

(Let’s just take it one step at a time… we’re just getting dressed and going for a car ride… )

It wasn’t very common for clients to request specific clothes, but it happened sometimes. A few wanted him to come in dress clothes. Others had wanted him to dress up for some kind of sick role play.

He grabbed the black fabric at the end of the bed and immediately realized why Caius had left.

The first item he held up was a mess of black leather straps. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it and tossed it to the side 

The next item he pulled was a very long black sock - no, stocking. 

He frantically shook out the rest of the costume to see what he was working with. 

Head to toe, there was the strappy mess, a short black skater skirt, a black goddamn jockstrap, and black thigh-highs with elastic garters already attached.

Fetish gear. Bile rose in his throat.

(What the fuck are they gunna do to me?)

He glanced at the clock and saw he only had two minutes left.

(Empty your head. Just - put it on. Two minutes.)

The jockstrap was a cold faux-leather, but slipped on easily enough. He hardly felt more covered by the skirt, no matter how low he pulled it down his hips. He was so frustrated, so angry, but above all terrified of Caius coming to that door before he was dressed. He caught himself tearing up while he struggled to roll on the long socks. The elastic at the top sat snug enough on his thighs that they seemed to stay up, at least for now. (How the fuck do I put the straps on?!)

Three sharp warning knocks on the door. 

The back of his neck felt hot, almost guilty, fearing punishment.

Caius opened the door to a tearful, wide-eyed Tommy on his bed, flushed red and a little short of breath. He had one hand on the hem of his skirt, trying to pull it flat out across his lap to shield him. The other grasped a fistful of the hopelessly tangled harness, pressed to his naked chest.

“Um, could you - can you help me with the-” He swallowed anxiously.

“-With this?”

Caius stared for a moment, unable to keep himself from cracking a grin. 

“Yeah, sure.”

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed somewhat, dropping the harness to his lap and lowering his gaze. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand self-consciously. He tried not to make eye contact with anyone anymore. 

Caius kneeled on the bed beside him and took the harness, holding it up and starting to untangle parts to try to see how it would fit on. 

“Is it Alice?” Tommy asked quietly.

Caius chuckled and buckled a part together.

“No, not today. I’m sure you won’t be free of her forever, but she hasn’t set up another booking yet.”

Tommy looked hard at his knees, and pushed the skirt in between his legs so they felt more like shorts. He didn’t feel as comforted as he had hoped. 

“They’re new clients, a couple. They just want someone to play with Tommy, you can do it.”

“I don’t want to,” Tommy whispered, his throat thick.

“I know.”

Somehow it was so hard to admit it to Caius. But it wasn’t like he had anyone else he could confide in. Caius would tolerate a certain amount of complaining, but he had to watch his mouth and try to gauge the other man’s mood. Right now, it was just them in Tommy’s room, in the yellow haze of his old lamp.

He stared at the matted carpet while Caius dressed him, fastening him into the harness and adjusting the straps to fit him snugly. He was also put in his collar, locking the barbs under his skin.

“Do you want to see yourself in the mirror?”

“No,” Thomas answered quickly and curtly.

“What do we have to do in the bathroom?”

“Eh, Michelle wanted to take a shower, so we can do it in your bathroom. You showered?”

Tommy nodded. 

“When?”

“Um, about an hour ago.”

Caius nodded and led him to the next room.

Tommy had a small bathroom beside his room, and they had sawed a doorway into the separating wall to give him access to it. The outer bathroom door had long been locked and walled over, and he wasn’t given a door between the two rooms. 

There was only one lightbulb in the three-light strip above Tommy’s mirror, and the dim yellow glow gave the bathroom a perpetually dingy look. 

Caius pointed to the closed toilet and sat down on the tub edge beside it. Tommy pulled his skirt straight and sat on the toilet cover.

Caius fished a couple tubes from his pocket, and gripped Tommy’s jaw in one hand, positioning him like a doll to look up at him head-on.

“Close your eyes.”

It made him very nervous to look at Caius’s face, so he gladly closed his eyes. 

He felt something touch his lip and he jerked back, opening his eyes again.

“Hold still,” Caius ordered, and reached forwards to touch the applicator to his lips again. It was a little more gel-like than chapstick, and tingled like menthol.

“Does it hurt?” Caius asked, more out of curiosity than concern.

“It tingles,” Tommy said, “but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Close ‘em.”

Tommy closed his eyes again and felt something small and round start to trace his eyelids. 

“I hadn’t heard of the lip stuff before, but it’s like a tinted gloss with bee venom in it, of all things.”

His eyes were circled a few times, and then Caius pressed fingers to his eyes and rubbed them until they started to water. 

“Open.”

Tommy obeyed, and Caius studied each of his eyes carefully. He tried to look away, but it was impossible to get him out of eyesight with his face so close.

The next one Tommy recognized as a mascara wand, and it was applied in layered brush strokes until he thought his eyes had watered enough to rid him of the eyeliner.

“Stand.”

Caius stood with Tommy, and put two hands on his shoulders, guiding him to the counter and turning him to face the mirror.

“Not bad, huh?”

(…)

Tommy did look. His reddened eyes were framed with coal-black liner, a little smudged, but it looked intentional. His eyelashes looked long and separated, and his lips were full and pink. 

It had been so long since he had actually looked at himself in the mirror. His face looked pale and gaunt. He didn’t recognize himself. Caius fixed his hair with a mild smile, and Tommy stared at the stranger before him.

“You look pretty cute, actually. You can wear a hoodie for the drive. You’d better take a bathroom break before we go, unless you want to show off your new skirt at some Ohio gas station.”

Tommy winced away from his reflection and shook his head, as if to shake off the thought Caius had offered. Caius chuckled and walked back into the bedroom, leaving him there. 

“Clean yourself up. Five minutes max.”

When Tommy came out, Caius was sitting up at the head of his bed, flipping through the old book Tommy was working through for the umpteenth time. He bit back a flash of anger at the sight, the only semblance of ownership he had here  casually being violated. 

“This looks good.”

“You can borrow it if you like.”

Caius gave a little smirk and tossed it aside. 

“Let’s roll.”

~

 It was surprisingly cool out. Caius did give him a hoodie to pull on over the harness, but he still shivered while Caius unlocked the car and pushed him into the back seat. Even when it was just them on a drive, Tommy wasn’t allowed to sit up front, it was too conspicuous. 

Since only Caius was attending him, he got collared and handcuffed to the car door. As Caius got situated, he heard the gentle click of the child locks activating.

Caius let the time pass without comment as they pulled out and made the usual drive out and onto the highway. 

Tommy’s stomach hurt. It was early evening, and he hadn’t had any food since noon. He wasn’t allowed to eat for six hours prior to meeting with a client, or drink within four. They didn’t want him to puke when they did whatever they would do to him. 

About an hour in, Caius finally spoke.

“We’ve got a little over two hours left, but I’m gonna prep you now.”

Tommy leaned his head against the window, already dreading whatever would unfold..

“Tonight is a celebration, okay? Their names are Lisa and Mark, and it’s their wedding anniversary.”

Caius didn’t have to look at Tommy’s face in the rearview mirror to know his disgust and anger, but he did anyway.

“Lucky for you, they like the feisty ones. So…go hog wild, I guess.”

(Lucky. Sam said something similar the other week. He could laugh if it didn't taste so goddamn bitter.)

“I’m gonna need you to put on a little show. Struggle a little, be a brat all you like, the works. But if you bring about any harm to them, if you so much as raise a hand, I will drop you.”

“What the fuck? They get off on me not wanting to play their game?!”

“Yeah, they do, and you’re going to play along. You’ve got two hours to get over it.”

Tommy was fuming. Caius spoke to him like a petulant child, as if he wasn’t a grown man being told to behave for his torturers. The feeling was so overwhelming while he was unable to do anything about it, and he struggled to separate himself from his impotent fury. 

He shifted in the handcuffs, twisting his hands to grab the short chain looped through the inner handle. He grasped it as tight as he could and pulled. He knew the handle would never budge, but it felt good to strain and feel like he was trying something, anything. He held his breath and pulled until his arms were burning and his hands throbbed intensely where they were wrapped in the chain. 

He finally relaxed and let go, slumping down in his seat while the blood started to rush back into his fingers. He tried to catch his breath evenly and quietly so Caius wouldn’t accuse him of throwing a fit. Every time the helplessness welled in his chest, he held his breath and pulled, until he was tired and hungry enough to doze off. 

                                                                 ~

When the car rolled to a stop, Tommy was gripped with a renewed sense of doom. The walk from the car always felt like walking the plank. 

(Breathe in 1, 2, 3, 4…)

Caius rolled down Tommy’s window, got out of the car and stretched.

(Hold it in 1, 2, 3, 4…)

Caius reached through the window to unlock Tommy’s cuffs, and pulled him out of the car.

(Breathe out 1, 2, 3, 4…)

His handcuffs are locked again, pinning his wrists together behind his back.

(Hold, 2, 3, 4…)

Caius guided him up to the door with a hand on his shoulder.

Tommy’s heart was pounding. Caius reached for the doorbell.

“Wait, wait.” He couldn’t put a hand out to stop him, but he took a small step into Caius’s space, and it surprised him enough to hesitate. He forced himself to look into Caius’s eyes, desperate to find some connection there.

“Please. Please don’t do this. We can get back in the car. We can just go home.”

He hated how small and pathetic his voice sounded when he begged. His throat grew thick as he began to tear up with desperation.

Caius had never heard Tommy call their place “home” before, only “the house”. 

“Tommy.”

“Please Caius, please, just this once, please don’t make me go in there!”

Caius sighed.

“I can’t deal with the pain, the- the humiliation, this stupid outfit, I-”

“Tommy.” Caius silenced him with a thumb to his lips, his hands cradling his face, holding his gaze.

He spoke gently, softly, as if explaining something to a child.

“We sold your dignity five years ago. You have nothing left.”

The grief stuck in Tommy’s throat, rendering him unable to speak.

Caius reached out and pushed the doorbell with finality.

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 27

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Pet Play, Collaring, Praise Kink, Puppy Play, Puppy Gear

Prompt: Collaring + Pet Play

Pairing: Ghost x Rumor

The rest of Kinktober

The atmosphere in the warmly lit room was thick with anticipation, every shadow cast by the soft light adding to the intensity. Rumor knelt on the plush rug, heart racing as he looked up at Ghost, who stood before him, commanding and steady, an air of authority radiating from his stance. Rumor’s breath quickened as Ghost's intense gaze met his, holding both a promise and a challenge that made Rumor's skin prickle with excitement.

The addition of the faux floppy puppy ears perched on Rumor's head only enhanced the atmosphere, a playful nod to the dynamic they shared. A matching tail was securely fastened, swaying slightly, adding to the illusion of Rumor as Ghost’s loyal, eager pup. The accessories felt almost natural in the heat of the moment, a visual reminder of Rumor's complete submission.

“Are you ready for this, pup?” Ghost’s voice was low, gravelly, a sound that reverberated through Rumor, settling like a spark beneath his skin.

“Yes, Master,” Rumor replied, his voice laced with eagerness. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the collar in Ghost’s hands, its intricate designs glinting in the warm light—a symbol of everything they shared, of surrender and trust.

“Good boy,” Ghost praised, and Rumor’s heart soared, a surge of pride mingling with that familiar sense of submission that only Ghost could draw out.

Ghost stepped forward, kneeling to Rumor's level. He moved with intent, securing the collar around Rumor’s neck with practiced hands. The cool leather pressed against Rumor’s skin, a comforting weight that contrasted with the heat thrumming through his body. Ghost’s fingers brushed along Rumor’s neck, and Rumor felt a shiver travel down his spine, his breath hitching at the touch.

“There we go,” Ghost said, clicking the collar into place, a sound that seemed to echo in the silence. “Now you’re mine.”

Rumor’s eyes sparkled as he leaned into Ghost’s touch, his entire being brimming with pride and devotion. The soft, flopped-over puppy ears accentuated the expression on his face, giving him an innocent, endearing look that seemed to bring a slight smile to Ghost’s face.

“I’m yours, Master,” Rumor whispered, his heart racing, feeling utterly secure in the space they shared.

Ghost’s hand traveled slowly down Rumor’s back, pausing to lightly tug at the tail, which caused a soft, involuntary whine to escape from Rumor. “Good boy,” he murmured, a satisfied smile playing at the edges of his lips. “Now, let’s see how well you can behave for me.”

The thrill of being Ghost’s pet ignited something raw and instinctual in Rumor. His entire body seemed to respond, ready to please, eager to show his loyalty. Ghost stood, towering above him with a quiet strength, and Rumor felt a rush of affection and desire, his gaze never leaving Ghost’s.

“Crawl for me, pup,” Ghost ordered, his voice carrying a playful undertone that made Rumor’s cheeks flush.

With a hint of mischief in his eyes, Rumor lowered himself onto all fours, his movements graceful and controlled, showing his dedication. He looked up at Ghost, a playful glint in his eyes as he crawled closer, the floppy ears bouncing slightly with each movement, adding to his endearing appearance.

“Such a good boy,” Ghost praised, his approving gaze warm and steady, grounding Rumor as he let out a soft, contented sound, the thrill of submission washing over him. Ghost’s praise felt like a reward in itself, each word a balm that wrapped around Rumor, filling him with purpose.

“Come here,” Ghost commanded, his tone laced with warmth yet carrying that unmistakable authority.

Rumor obeyed immediately, closing the distance between them, pressing his cheek against Ghost’s thigh, nuzzling into him with a quiet sigh. The floppy ears brushed against Ghost’s leg, a subtle reminder of Rumor’s playful, devoted role for the evening.

“Look at you, all eager,” Ghost chuckled, his fingers threading through Rumor’s hair with gentle familiarity. “You love this, don’t you?”

“More than anything, Master,” Rumor breathed, his eyes fluttering closed, fully surrendering to the affection Ghost offered. Each touch, each moment of quiet connection, grounded him more deeply.

Ghost’s fingers trailed over Rumor’s collar, a gentle tug reminding Rumor of the bond they shared, the mutual trust woven into every action. “You’re doing so well,” Ghost murmured, his voice low, soothing, yet with a hint of something that promised more. “But remember, I expect you to earn your rewards.”

Rumor’s heart raced, his gaze meeting Ghost’s with quiet resolve. “I’ll do anything, Master,” he replied, his voice steady, brimming with devotion and the need to please.

“Good pup,” Ghost praised, giving the floppy ears a light tug, the playful gesture contrasting with his commanding presence. His eyes softened, his tone turning almost tender. “Now, let’s see just how far you’re willing to go.”

[another-rpg-sideblog]

What is an Adventure Journal?

An Adventure Journal is a dynamic blend of storytelling and task management, designed to transform everyday routines into thrilling quests. Unlike traditional journals, an Adventure Journal invites you to become the hero of your own story, where daily activities are reframed as challenges that earn you experience points, similar to a role-playing game. By documenting your journey, setting goals, and conquering daily tasks, you not only keep track of your progress but also engage in an ongoing adventure that makes productivity exciting and rewarding. This innovative approach turns mundane to-do lists into a narrative of personal achievement and growth, set against the backdrop of a vividly imagined world.

What is Thaloria?

Thaloria is our meticulously crafted fantasy world, a rich backdrop for the characters you create and the adventures you undertake. This world is populated with diverse monsters and mystical landscapes. 

Extending beyond journaling into RPG's and 5E content

But that's not all—our vision extends into the realm of role-playing games. We are developing a series of 5e-compatible content, including detailed monster manuals, one-shot scenarios, and extensive lore that fits seamlessly within our journals. Whether you’re a veteran gamer or new to the world of RPGs, our content is designed to enhance your gaming sessions and bring the world of Thaloria to life at your table.

Join us on this extraordinary journey to redefine journaling and gaming. With the Thaloria Adventure Journal and our RPG content, every day is an adventure, and every task is a step towards epic achievements.

As you journal, you’re not just planning your day—you’re exploring Thaloria, engaging with its inhabitants, and overcoming challenges that are both fantastical and all too real.

Once upon a time, in the not-so-far-off land of everyday Stress and Anxiety, there lived a designer who battled the dragons of PTSD, stress, and trauma. Armed with nothing but a pen and paper, our hero set out on a quest to conquer these beasts through the ancient art of journaling. But alas, while the simple act of writing wielded power, the quest was fraught with the peril of monotony, making it a challenge to stay the course.

In a stroke of genius fuelled by the desire for a more captivating way to slay his demons, Jason conjured the Thaloria Quest Adventure Journal. Designed not just to engage the mind but to enchant it. This wasn't your grandma's journaling routine; it was journaling with a side of battling minions, forging alliances, and uncovering treasures, all while stealthily deploying scientific principles of mindfulness, habit-building, and routines.

And they journaled happily ever after...or at least until the next epic boss battle.

What's included?

Premium Faux Leather Deluxe Journal 

Versatile loose-leaf style: Durable 6-ring metal binder—perfect for endless customization and endless adventures!" The binder is A5 in size

91 Days of Immersive Journaling: Dive into three months of guided adventures, with daily entries that bring your character and story to life.

Over 250 Pages of Rich Content: Packed with lore, quests, and exercises, each page is a new discovery in the vast world of Thaloria.

Daily Mindful Writing Exercises: Start each day with thoughtful prompts designed to enhance mindfulness and creativity, fostering a deeper connection to your adventure and personal growth.

Weekly Combat Encounters: Test your might and strategy with weekly battles against minions and formidable bosses, designed to challenge and thrill.

Loot Tables for Adventure Gear: Discover treasure and gear to equip your character.

Detailed Character Sheets: Track your progress, stats, and achievements with comprehensive character sheets that grow as you do.

Magical Spells and Abilities Guide: Unlock the secrets of Thaloria's magic with a guide to spells and abilities that your character can learn and master.

Quest Log: Keep track of your quests, goals, and achievements.

Exquisite Faux Leather: The journal is encased in high-quality faux leather that not only gives it a sleek, sophisticated look but also provides durability. Its smooth texture offers a comfortable, tactile experience that appeals to both visual and practical sensibilities.

Premium Quality Stitching: Every edge and join is meticulously stitched, ensuring the journal withstands the rigors of daily use while maintaining a flawless appearance. The stitching also adds an element of artisanal charm, highlighting the care and precision invested in its creation.

Flexible Loose Leaf Style: At the heart of its design, the journal features a loose leaf system held together by six robust metal ring bindings. This not only adds a striking visual contrast with its metallic sheen but also provides unparalleled flexibility. Easily add or remove pages to customize the journal to your evolving adventures.

Convenient Interior Pockets: Integrated within the journal are thoughtfully designed pockets. These compartments are perfect for storing important cards, notes, and even small trinkets and tools, ensuring you have everything you need at your fingertips.

Secure Magnetic Clasp: A strong magnetic clasp keeps the journal securely closed, protecting your notes, drawings, and reflections. This feature ensures that your ideas stay safe and private, ready for when you next wish to ponder them or carry on with your quests.

Daily, Weekly, and Monthly Layouts

Organize your life like never before. From daily tasks to long-term goals,  Thaloria Quest has got you covered.

Start as a novice and grow into a legendary hero, all within the pages of your journal.

With the Thaloria Quest Adventure Journal, where your character's progression is a mirror of your own achievements. As you level up by completing quests and challenges, your journey will be marked by the acquisition of new equipment and skills, enhancing your capabilities and opening up new avenues of adventure. 

Character Levelling: Advance your character by completing tasks, simulating a true RPG progression system.

New Equipment and Skills: Unlock new abilities and gear to aid your quest as you level up.

Achievements with Stickers: Mark significant milestones and achievements with unique stickers in your journal.

Bonus Rewards: Earn special rewards upon completing achievements, adding value and excitement to your journey.

Level up by completing challenges, and earn experience points to unlock new abilities, weapons, and treasures.

Face off against menacing bosses who test your commitment and consistency.

Using a simple D20 combat mechanic. (D20 = Dice with 20 sides)

Thaloria Quest Cards, are exclusively designed to bring excitement and challenge to your routine. Each card draws you into a unique quest that, when completed within the week, rewards you with bonus experience points; accelerating your journey through the Thaloria Quest Adventure Journal.

Deck includes 52 Quest cards made out of 300gsm high-quality satin-finished card

How It Works:

Draw Your Quest: Each week, draw a card from your Thaloria Quest deck and secure it in your journal.

Embark on Adventures: These quests range from simple tasks to stretch your daily habits to complex challenges that test your limits and expand your capabilities.

Earn Rewards: Successfully completing your quest by the week’s end not only brings a sense of achievement but also grants you bonus experience points. The more challenging the quest, the greater the rewards.

Whether you’re tackling a straightforward task or navigating a demanding challenge, these quest cards are designed to keep your weekly planning dynamic and engaging. Perfect for anyone looking to infuse a sense of adventure into their everyday life, the Thaloria Quest Cards turn every week into an opportunity for growth and excitement.

Kickstarter campaign ends: Fri, June 14 2024 10:00 PM BST

Website: [Ocular Oddities] [facebook] [instagram] [TikTok]