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[shiningmystic]

Welcome to the little space I created for you singles to see what's coming next in love! I hope this finds you before valentines day and always be open to the possibilities that the world has. I am an energy reader and will use the energy you are giving off now to see what you are attracting into your future. Prediction readings are not a guarantee especially with energy shifts so be open and to see what comes up. Enjoy the reading? I have a small shop on Ko-fi that you can order another reading from to support me. Check pinned post for all about me as a reader!

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This reading is for 17 year olds and older! Minors DO NOT INTERACT or assume this is an accurate reading for you!

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Theme Song: Die with a Smile by Lady gaga featuring Bruno mars

First Rose: Strength, Nine of Cups (rx), The Moon (rx), Five of Swords

Clarifying Cards: Queen of wands, nine of coins (rx)

For you my first rose I do see someone coming into your life but they might not be who you imagine. I see you hold onto a lot of past judgments from your previous relationships (familial or even romantic) these judgements towards yourself are projected onto others unintentionally. I see you using this defense mechanism for helpful moments but what you desire and what you truly want isn't fully aligned. I see your expectations are high and you may wonder why this person you have been manifesting isn't here. It may be because you aren't seeing the full picture or maybe you do and see to much of peoples flaws to let them in feeling like they are just not a right fit but you really don't know; many people are good at hiding there own true selves like how others are good at hiding there not so favorable traits.

There is a difference with having high expectations to choose the right person and those high expectations being used as a way of defense instead of being helpful. I'm NOT saying to lower your expectations or standards but there is this idea you continue to hold that hinders you from finding anyone that could fit your "list". Maybe there is a job or a certain requirement this partner should have to be before you accept them and everyone who may not meet those exact lines is out of your mind. I do not think this is shallow at all, I think your just doing it to not get hurt by someone that you previously have had to abide and cater to and you want to make this relationship more worth it. I see you have been patient and strong for yourself trying to choose the right one when the right one could be anyone; you do have to let go and trust when it comes to loving someone which is something I have to learn to. Trusting yourself that you will do everything in your power to leave if you choose the wrong one. Love isn't easy but it can be simpler with the right outlook. Your dream person will come along and maybe they will surprise you but pushing others away will only push that person away as well. I am also getting the message specifically for some of you that you are learning to trust yourself and that is beautiful yet you still hold onto judgments that make you feel like your can't trust yourself. Its funny how we can pick out insecurities of others because we are insecure of those flaws in ourselves.

I've said this on my blog many times "you are worthy of all good things happening even if you did nothing to 'earn' it." Take care of yourself and do physical things to build your confidence like getting a facial, exercise, start a new hobby; build yourself up and this person will pop into your life without you realizing it. Trust me, my sister found one of her soulmates when she was done with searching for a partner (after many many years of yearning for a true lover) and I am so happy for her.

Second Rose: Temperance (rx), The Fool (rx) Judgment (rx)

Clarifying Cards: Page of swords (rx), Four of wands

For you my second rose I see no one in particular coming into your love life for multiple reasons; I'm sorry to the singles who were really hoping for something soon but do not worry love can still come this is about the future after all. The future I say is always fluid which is why you can't really pinpoint certain things, just big themes and from there its up to us readers to interpret what is going on. For you my second lovely pile I see a reluctance. For some of you you have broken up with someone recently or have seen a relationship end very ugly so in your mind you have this understanding that you won't let any of that happen to you which leads me to this block that I feel in this spread. You're kinda like the first rose, you may need to reevaluate why you desire for a person; Is your life upside down and you desire peace? Has every relationship you have jumped into always surface level amazing and it ends up in a break up? The four of wands card is usually a marriage card but it can be seen as a setting of stability and finding a place of peace which may be what you truly seek at this time. I would like to say quickly that any reason is valid to desire deep love and to know you desiring a person has nothing to do with this block, it is just the approach to love that seems to hold you back and is a cycle that keeps repeating. The judgement reversed could also talk about you having a lot of self doubt and have someone on your mind but you have fear holding you still. If you have a person on your mind know that your fear is valid yet it shouldn't dictate your happiness and you won't keep sitting there asking "what if?"

Maybe your confidence is weak compared to your desire so when there may be a chance you may shy away. It's always about confidence and knowing your worth when it comes to attracting a person who will see you for you and if your ashamed of yourself? it will only hurt you and them especially if they like the you that you may judge harshly. I see many of you my second rose is that you are way better at connecting in person then online, that the internet may feel like the only way because of low self worth or confidence when you need more physical connection and communication. There is also a pressure on yourself for some of you, like you are running out of time; your soulmates and soul family are out there always so do not doubt the untouched potential within you and outside of you. This new beginning in love holds a lot of defensive energy like the first pile but I also hear, 'They wouldn't want me...who would see me as desirable?' but you are! we all are desirable to people and you would be shocked at how many people admire you. I also need to add that for some (maybe even all of you) have been working on this and I know its hard, just keep discovering and pushing. This is pretty general reading but I've seen horrible people find love so why can't you? (I'm referring to some of my family members who are married lmao) so reevaluate what love is to you and follow that love to find someone who aligns with that type of love. Don't deny your worth, you are lovable, you are worthy and you will find the courage to find the one.

Third Rose: Knight of Wands (rx), The Tower (rx), Page of Coins

Clarifying Cards: Ace of Coins, Two of Wands (rx), Nine of cups (rx)

For you my third rose I do see someone coming in and they are quite a lovely and rambunctious individual. I see you will love how they look and enjoy the fun side of them but I also see you learning a lot from this relationship. I sense a lot of stress going on and this person will lift a lot of it and give you perspective on love that you never would have witnessed before. I think you will not stay with this person (take that with a grain of salt because I hate saying that when things can change) but I see you discovering a lot about yourself and how stable you want your love and relationships to be. I see this person giving you a taste of this stable love and I see you enjoying your time together.

Ok, now to focus on the big message of this pile; You will be growing into your own, really getting to know yourself when it comes to this person being in your life and developing a dynamic with them. For some of you this person will show you things you may not want in love and may be a little to chaotic for your tastes even though I see this person also bringing fun so its a mixed bag. You may be in that energy too, going wild and living life but I think this relationship will bring you much love and happiness. Whenever I see the page of coins I think of my sister taking a leap and learning about what works for her and what doesn't in life that relates to routine money and stability (even in relationships). The earth element to me speaks about comforts and this person will bring a new comfort that you will enjoy so really live in the moment with this person ok? Always be open to what the possibilities are and if this person is a long time partner always be open to learning and communicating even if your feelings feel 'ridiculous', they are valid and should be spoken to the person that you are putting your heart and trust into. I do sense a big emphasis on communication which is interesting when I don't see swords in the spread but communicating is key in this new relationship coming your way (as it should be in every relationship). Trust in yourself and just be honest, if they aren't open to that then you know what is best for you.

Tarot Decks used: Tarot of the Divine By, Yoshi Yoshitani

[stitchposts]

Heyo! Had two questions - one a little less relevant to your blog but I thought I'd shoot my shot :D

First off, do you have any experience with visible mending using embroidery techniques? Both my denim jacket and favorite sweater are getting worn out after years of constant wear, and I'm unsure how do deal with some of the holes. My main issue is that the very ends of the sleeves are simply... splitting open? Like the fabric got so thin from whatever stress I apparently put it under, it fecking disintegrated. It seems simple enough, straight line on an edge, but I'm worried about messing it up anyway.

And, speaking of my jacket, with it falling apart a little and me seeing more about battle vests and the like, I've been wondering about trying to embroider it, maybe make some patches... I have a bunch of cotton embroidery floss that was gifted to me years ago, but not only have I not embroidered much since learning it in school more than 15 years ago, this is also literally my only (wearable) jacket. The other two are a 10 year old fake leather coat that is peeling itself and also doesn't fit right, and a windbreaker in terrible colors that, if I remember correctly, is too badly damaged for me to know how to easily fix it. Meaning just going ham on it is a big risk. Do I try to find my first new jacket since 2019 and hope to stumble upon one satisfactory in both price and fit? Do I just pray and start fixing up my denim jacket? What else do I need anyway? I got thread and sewing needles big enough to fit it, but nothing else.

Help.

Thanks! <3

This post got kinda long even for me, sorry. First off, this is all embroidery related imo, this is still about stitching on fabric. A square is always a rectangle but a rectangle is not always a square. There's nuance under the umbrella of 'embroidery' here and this counts.

There does reach a point when clothing can't really be repaired anymore, and after that point, historically became rags, or the patches used to repair other clothing. You'll eventually need a new jacket, but if your choice is to immediately find one now or to repair your jacket and buy time to be able to locate one, it seems a bit obvious to me what the option to follow here is, especially if you like the look of visible mending.

This is the part where I wanted to add a cut, but tumblr is glitching out and refusing to add one. So I guess everyone is just subjected to this now. Sorry, and I'll try to have an actual pretty embroidery picture up for everyone to see this week since my furnace is no longer trying to blow up. So: visible mending is at the core applying mending techniques to clothing, and instead of trying to make them invisible repairs, using the stitches or extra material that reinforces the repair to creative visual interest and turn it into a design feature. The stitching itself is done to reinforce the fragile parts of your garment. Sometimes it can be darning, other times it's adhering new fabric to back/cover the fragile parts. It depends on the repair which to use, or even which method the mender prefers. It's not always clearcut and even then, sometimes we prefer doing the thing we know better more than a brand new technique and we bruteforce it to work. So, dealer's choice on darning or patching here, but I'll get to both of them. My opinion of your situation is that you have nothing to lose with trying to repair your jacket that fits you. It's already falling apart, and it's better to stabilize it before it gets worse before there are giant gaps in the fabric. Clean it gently by hand by letting it soak in a bucket or a tub with some ph neutral detergent - do a couple rinses of letting it soak, until the water runs clear and stops smelling foul. Then lay it flat to try on a towel, don't hang it up to dry as that will put more stress on the fabric, I find the shoulders are usually one of the first places to give out on my stuff but I am very broad shouldered. In my opinion, gaps in the fabric at high stress spots like the cuffs should have new backing fabric added to the weak spots, and then the visible mending can adhere that in place. If you were to make new embroidered cuffs you could just sew them on, and protect the integrity of the base fabric, the same way patches do. But you may prefer other options. For darning there's a few ways to go about it. Darning itself is using new threads to weave through the holes in fabric, and stabilizing it past the delicate thin edges of the base fabric. A dear friend of mine lives and dies by her Speedweve loom these days, and I've seen her work with it. She is one of the top 5 trusted fiber artists in my life so I vouch for these looms being cool as fuck and very functional without having used it myself. I also got her this particular book called Darned Easy, by Sally Simon, that I find interesting that has a lot of patterns in it for darning - I grabbed it at a used book store at some point. I messaged her before I made this point because she follows this blog and would know this part is about her. Hi bud. She's the only one who gets to see the rest of the interior of the book, because it was published in 1981 and I'd rather not use this blog to host scans of books that are that recently published.

You don't need a loom for darning if you know what patterns to follow to darn using your needle, and there are a lot of ways to make darning decorative in the manner you want for visible mending, just use your contrasting threads to stand out on the ground fabric. There's also other books available, a HUGE amount of them because darning's existed for millenia, but this is the resource I physically had on hand that I wanted to use as my example so it's the one you get pics of.

On the other end of repairs, you can applique on patches or reinforcing material, then quilt the material into place, with the quilting being the surface embroidery you are pushing through the layers of fabric in order to adhere them into place. Before anyone replies to this op telling them to fucking look up sashiko, please get off my post. I take umbrage with a lot of embroidery designs being referred to as 'sashiko.' This type of repair on existing clothing genuinely is one of the origins of sashiko as a necessity of life - it was that a pattern was laid down on the clothing or items that needed to be repaired or pieced together, and then quilted into place with running stitches that formed the design, which reinforced the clothing and allowed the fibers to be usable for longer. I really despise the words 'sashiko' 'wabisabi' and 'kintsugi' tossed around casually out of historical context by every fucking art blogger under the sun. Fabric was fucking expensive pre industrial revolution, so preserving clothing mattered a lot. Many different cultures have preferred methods (very often extremely regional even within a country) for mending in a manner that is similar to what we know of as quilting or applique today, but there's a certain obsession with anything Japanese in particular that bloggers love to describe as mysterious and wholesome when it's just a visually distinctive fucking way to repair a hole in a garment and quilt things together to make it warm and functional.

Anyway. My first vest I made, it did eventually disintegrate. I knew it would happen because fucking entropy of the universe and so I managed to find a new vest I could afford at the time when I happened across it, and kept it in a back closet till I was ready to transform it into my dragon vest. I repaired that first vest until almost every seam was paper thin and shredding. I loved it a lot. I wore it daily for years and years. I'm still sad I can't wear it anymore, even though I kept my back patch from it, and I still don't know what the fuck I am going to do with that patch. Eventually fabric is destroyed, after many many years of service and wear. Things die. You can't put resin on your embroidery and make it live forever. But when things finally do perish, you can use the base fabric that is still good to make new patches. You get to design and plan a new battle vest or projects you want to start. If you're not sure yet about how badly you'll be hit emotionally by seeing something you put hundreds of hours into disintegrate into nothingness, then hold off on making this particular jacket your battle jacket holding a lot of purchased patches and such, instead of as a test springboard for learning repairs. This is not me being facetious or jokey. It hits people pretty hard to lose, especially the first time this happens. We're humans that hold bonds with things we like, especially things with that much personal hand investment on it. It won't be a failure on your part if you decide to learn repair and extend the life of this jacket, when this jacket does finally bite the dust. It will happen. The accomplishment here is how much service and use you get out of the jacket past when you thought you'd have to throw it away far earlier than if you had learned to repair it.

[probablyreadinsmut]

Leather & Lace

A Javier Peña x DominatrixAfab!reader one shot

My contribution to the Dom That Middle Aged Man Campaign '25 by @wannab-urs I'm two days late for the deadline but imma submit it anyway!

Summary: Javier Peña is back in Loredo after retiring from the DEA. He's horny and looking for something new. That's when he finds you.

Warnings, please for the love of god, read 'em: 18+ MDNI. I know nothing about domming so I turned to Google and did some research for this.

Reader is a dommy mommy, that's obvious. Reader has a 'stage name' but it's only mentioned once, rest of the time you're referred to as ma'am, mistress or queen. Degradation, Praise, use of a cane, use of a sex toy, name calling e.g 'Cock-sucker' 'Pig/Piggy' (referring to his law enforcement career), discussions of safe words, no descriptions of reader other than you wear a leather bodysuit and heels, have lipstick on and long nails. Begging, submissive Javi, Javier gives head to a dildo 👀, clitoral stimulation, teasing, use of handcuffs, dirty talk, obedience, edging, saliva play, orgasm denial, Unprotected P in V (IF YOU DON'T WRAP THAT THANG IRL ISTG I AIN'T BEING HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR BASTARDS), Creampie, Face sitting, cum eating, Sexy threats. Squirting (if you squint) And a partridge in a pair tree.

If I've missed anything please lmk!

For any Spanish terms I used this very helpful blog post, please please go check it out if you're thinking about writing Hispanic characters. It's up to us to make sure we're being respectful to other cultures and languages when we write them into our stories. Do not use Google translate, do better. Research properly. Your story can wait.

A/N: This was fun to write. If it isn't for you though, that's totally understandable, please just scroll on. But if you do enjoy the story please consider leaving a comment or reblogging, I see and read every single one 💜

Word Count: 6.9k

This is poorly written and poorly proof read. I'm going on vibes only, at this point. No betas either.

Title for this fic is taken from this song.

But the Fic itself is inspired by this song.

Now please enjoy the smut under the cut!

The lights are low in your studio apartment, a sheer red scarf draped over the bedside lamp, illuminating the space in a wine coloured glow.

The smell of leather, cigarette smoke and a tinge of sweat hangs in the air.

The man you only know as ‘Javier’ sits at the end of your bed, legs parted as he’s nervously rubbing his moist palms along the rough denim on his thighs while he waits for you. He’s never done this before.

His eyes are darting around the room as he takes his environment in. An ominous black box sits atop the dresser to his left, a bowl of condoms and lube on the bedside table.

Sure he’d fucked plenty of hookers back in Colombia.

But he wasn’t in Colombia anymore.

And you weren’t a prostitute, per se.

He’d found your name while surfing the Internet at work one day. It had been a slow day for the Loredo sheriffs department, nothing new there, but one of the perks of his position meant he had his own office and a personal computer.

The Internet hadn’t been a thing when he’d left for Colombia, now he’s thanking a god he doesn’t even believe in that it is.

Chucho had tried setting him up with a few local women when he got home, telling him it was time to settle down and find a ‘nice’ woman.

He didn’t want a nice woman.

Old habits die hard and his dick had been even harder when he’d pulled up that colourful search engine, typing in ‘Escorts Loredo, Texas’.

No hits. Of course.

So he tried further afield, he’s no stranger to travelling in order to get his dick wet.

Instead he ‘Escorts San Antonio, Texas’.

Bingo.

Of course he’d have more luck in a city.

So he scrolled, pictures of scantily clad women in provocative poses filling his screen, he’d palmed himself over his slacks as he was browsing. It had been too fucking long since he’d been with anyone. Was he losing his touch?

No can’t be that.

He must have clicked on close to a dozen or so websites before he found a woman that made him stop in his tracks.

You.

Clad in a skin tight leather body suit, only your cleavage peaking out, boots on with a heel like a spike and a cane between your hands. It was a picture only from the neck down. You were standing with your heel digging into the back of a man who was on his hands and knees beneath you with a ball gag in his mouth.

‘Madame Venus Noir’

Obviously not your real name, that was a given. He’d heard about people like you but he d never actually seen it.

He’d be lying if he said his curiosity wasn’t piqued, among other things.

Javier couldn’t believe himself that he was considering this. He didn’t think of himself as ‘vanilla’ by any means. But a dominatrix? He wasn’t the submissive type.

But something about your website was drawing him in and that horny part of his brain took over.

Before he knew it, the two of you had been emailing, discussing pricing and availability. He felt weird doing it like this.

Back in Colombia he knew the names of the girls he was fucking, some of them even trusted him with their real names. He met them face to face, paid them cash in hand. This? With the invoices you sent and the required STD test and providing proof that you were on birth control? This felt a little clinical, like making a dentist appointment. His dentist definitely wouldn’t look that good in leather though.

The date was set, no going back now. Payments had been made. He’d reserved a hotel room for himself that weekend in the city. He was going to make that two and a half hour drive. He’d make up some bullshit to his dad about meeting up with Steve for a guys weekend, no one would know what he was really up to.

This was happening.

Which brings us to now.

Javier always thought he had nerves of steel, in the face of danger he always managed to stay calm. He thinks back to the few times in his life that triggered his fight or flight or made him get cold feet.

But right now as he’s waiting for you to step out of the bathroom? He’s a fucking bag of nerves. He doesn’t know what to expect.

In your last email you’d told him where the key to your door would be and to let himself in, so he did. You'd explicitly told him not to be late. He can hear you shuffling around in the bathroom. He can smell the sweet and spicy scent of your perfume mixed in with the leather wafting under the crack in the bathroom door.

The fucking leather.

Maybe he was more vanilla than he thought, maybe it wasn’t too late to back out now, maybe he should just slip out befo—

He doesn’t get to finish that thought, because the bathroom door slides open and you step out.

His mouth goes dry in that moment, the nervous rubbing of his hands on his thighs stops and all his blood rushes south.

You’re fucking gorgeous. Not just in the physical sense but the confidence you exude? It’s hard to picture you in anything but the bodysuit you’re wearing but he’s trying and fuck... You don’t look like the type who’d be into freaky shit like this, but then again maybe he doesn’t either.

Your heels click on the laminate floor as you step closer to where he sits, lightly brushing the tasselled end of the cane through your fingers. He’s already imagining those long, manicured nails of yours clawing at his back.

“Stand” Your voice is commanding, it’s not a request. So he does as he’s told, rising to his feet wordlessly as you run your eyes up and down yh length of his body.

“Javier.” You purr, now close enough that he could touch you if he wanted to. “Are you nervous?”

The macho bullshit side of him makes him lie, even though the waiver in his voice can’t hide how he’s really feeling. “N-no. Not my first time with a hooker”

The sound of the cane cracking makes him jump out of his skin. Staring at you with wide eyes, he thought you’d done it to him for a split second but no, you’d just smacked it against the floor.

The fear in his eyes pleases you.

“I don’t have time for wimps Javier. Either you’re sure you want to be here or you can go. There’s the door.” You point the cane in the direction of the door before you bring it to his chin, using it to gently tilt his head up. “Oh and I’m no hooker. If you’re going to stay, you’re going to respect me. Do you understand?”

His Adams apple bobs as a mixture of fear and arousal courses through him, nodding shallowly.

“Use your words, cock-sucker. I have your written consent but I need it verbally too.”

If he wasn’t so turned on right now he’d be insulted. Cock-sucker? No woman has ever called him that before. The degrading is all new to him, but fuck you’re showing him things he didn’t even know about himself.

He swallows the lump that’s formed in his throat before he croaks out an answer. “Yes”

You clearly didn’t like that answer judging by how quickly you cracked the cane against the floor again. Your neighbours below you must hate you, he thinks.

“Yes what?”

“Yes ma’am?”

A devious smirk curls at the corners of your lips as you run the tassels through your fingers again, it’s almost menacing. “That’s more like it. You can call me ma’am, or mistress, or queen”

Then he goes and does something stupid, that little scoff of a nervous laugh rolls up from the back of his throat.

“Kneel, cock-sucker.” It’s a barked order from you, pointing down at the floor with the cane and right now his cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans so much that it’s verging on painful, he’s getting all kinds of mixed signals in his brain.

What else is he to do but obey?

He slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, subtly wetting his lips as he takes in every dip and curve of your body and the way down, the only skin he can see is your cleavage straining against the scooped neckline and that alone is driving him wild. You know you look like you’ve been poured into the leather suit, it was like a second skin to you by now.

You watch closely as he finally settles on his knees beneath you, hands clenched into fists at his side, desperate to touch you, or himself. Probably both.

Puppy dog eyes stare back at you with plush parted lips waiting for your next command. Ironic that he should be waiting like an obedient dog, really. So what are you to do but treat him like one?

“Good boy.” Rare praise comes from your painted lips and like the dog he is, he laps it up. You see it in the way his eyes darken and the way he sits up a little straighter. Oh you’ll have fun making him beg for you.

You feel powerful standing over him like this, you can tell this is a man that’s not used to a woman being in charge. He’d stupidly used his work email to correspond with you so you knew he worked in law enforcement. Your clients come from all walks of life but it makes things just that little bit sweeter when a man in a position of power comes to you.

“So... I suppose I can safely assume you’ve never done something like this before?” You’re slowly pacing back and forth in front of him now, like a metronome he can’t take his eyes off, he follows every step.

“Like I said, I’ve been with ho—” The warning look you give him, reminding him of the respect you command, is enough for him to think twice about finishing that particular sentence. “— No, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“That figures” You say with a click of your tongue and your pacing stops as you take a seat behind him on his bed, he turns to look at you but you brush the cane against his cheek, lightly tapping him with it “Did I say you could look at me? No I didn’t. Eyes forward.”

“Yes ma’am” Now he’s getting it.

You drag the tassels down the side of his neck slowly, it’s about as gentle as you’re going to get with him tonight. “Well... Since you’re new to all this I’ll go easy on you, but word of warning, I don’t play nice. Do you understand, pig?”

From the angle you’re sat in, you can see the way his jaw tenses at that particular nickname. Ooh, he didn’t like that.

“Stupid boy. Using your work email... So you’re a cop huh?”

You lean forward, dragging the tassels to the notch in his throat first before you take them lower to the golden patch of skin on his chest where his shirt is casually unbuttoned at the top, you could have sworn you heard his breath hitch.

“I am.”

“Mmhmmm... Interesting. Well, officer. I’m going to tell you how this is going to work now and you’re going to sit there and listen like a good little pig. Nod once it you understand”

And he does, a muscle ticking in his jaw when he hears that less than favourable nickname. You’re going to have a lot of fun with this one.

He resists the urge to turn his head as he hears you rise, pulling the cane away from his chest as you circle around to stand in front of him once more, bringing that tasselled tip under his chin again, guiding him to look up at you.

“I have three rules. Rule number one, You don’t touch me until I tell you to. Rule number two, you cum when I say you can cum. And rule number three.” You lean down into his personal space and he just stares straight into your cleavage, making you sigh. Men and their attention spans. “Listen.” You tap his cheek to get his attention. “This is this most important rule. If you ever need to stop or you need a breather, say the safe word and since I’m feeling generous...” You stand up straight once more, gently scratching a nail along his strong jawline. “I’ll let you pick the safe word”

“A safe word? And it can be anything?”

“Anything.” You confirm.

“Alright well” His lips twist as he searches the depths of his brain, eventually landing on one as a small grin appears. “McPickle”

A curious huff of laughter leaves you “McPickle? Ohhh-kay then. McPickle it is.”

His grin widens, clearly pleased with himself that he managed to make the scary dom lady laugh.

You feel his gaze burning into your ass as you move across the room towards the imposing black box on the dresser, there’s a moment of silence between the two of you before you turn to face him once more, the cane now forgotten in favour of a girthy, lifelike dildo, he’s already mentally comparing it to his dick. You stroke your hand along the length of it as you close in on him.

“You’re going to fuck me with this, and then I’m going to fuck you. How’s that sound, pig?”

His eyes all but light up, nodding eagerly as he goes to stand. “Yes ma’am”

“Ah!” You stop him from getting up, putting your heel on his thigh, digging it in enough for him to get the hint, making him grunt. “Did I say you could stand? No. Besides I have a job for you first. I need this nice and wet. Be a good boy and open your mouth.”

A nervous sputter leaves him in disbelief of the what he’s hearing. “You want me to put that in my mouth?”

“Yes I do, don’t tell me you’re going to tap out already? Like I said piggy, I don’t have time for wimps. So either open your mouth and take my dick like a good boy or use the safe word and we’ll move on”

His lips twist as he considers his options for a moment, inevitably though, he obeys and his pouty pink lips part, allowing you to slip the tip into his mouth. “Good little cock-sucker. That’s it, get it all nice and wet for me.”

This is all new for Javier, he’s never been on the receiving the end of this, even if it is silicone it’s still a new experience for him. He keeps his eyes on you as you slide the cock deeper between his lips watching as he gags and sucks in a breath through his nose. “Just breathe. I’m sure a man like you has done this plenty of times, just on the receiving end instead...” you muse, reaching around with your free hand to thread your fingers into his hair, guiding his head now.

He knows you’re doing this to humiliate him and test him, but at this point he couldn’t care less. He thinks about what he likes when a woman sucks him off and tries to imitate that as if you could feel any of this. It doesn’t matter, you’re watching his every move, so he’ll put on a show for you.

“Look at you, you’re a natural. Think you can take more?”

He groans around the toy and nods lightly as he relaxes his jaw, showing he’s up for the challenge.

“That’s it... Such a good boy for me, taking my cock so well. Good boys get rewarded.” You coo as you guide the cock deeper into his throat, hearing those shallow breaths coming from his nose, seeing the way he’s clenching his fists trying to fight the natural urge to gag. You give him a moment before you pull the toy almost all the way out before you slip it right back down his throat again.

All he can do is take it, moaning weakly around the toy.

“Hey... Eyes on me” You command as you tug his head back to look up at you. His big, coffee coloured eyes are watery with tears. God he’s so pretty like this.

“Almost done, just a little more. Look at you... Taking this like a fucking champ. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You look like you’re made to have a cock in your mouth.”

He can’t answer you and frankly you don’t care but you’re already thinking about how if he comes back again, you’re going to ask him to take it in his ass. A man like him should get all his pretty little holes fucked.

You feel your own arousal coiling low inside you, the leather feeling slick between your legs now.

Tears are streaming down his face, saliva is making a mess of his chin, but he’s not tapping out, no he’s getting into it, your hand is still on the back of his head but he’s the one doing all the movement now, looking up at you from his knees  like he really wants to please you, like you’re actually attached to this thick piece of plastic.

It’s so cute when they give in to you.

“Such a good little cocksucker.” You hum, reaching down with your free hand to the little zipper between your legs, seeing his eyes go wide with excitement like a kid on Christmas. “Like I said, good boys get rewarded”

You pull the toy out his mouth and he actually whines. A string of spit hangs between him and the tip as you hover it over his face while you inspect his work.

You lewdly tap the cock against his swollen bottom lip a few times, swirling it around, smearing spit into that perfectly groomed moustache of his.

“Good job. Now stand. Get up.” You order and he does as he’s told, rising unsteadily after being down on his knees for so long. He’s breathless and hard as a rock.

Your nails scratch across the material of his shirt as you move past him to lay on the bed, he’s following your every move with his eyes.

You part your legs wide so he gets a good look at your cunt. You never get fully naked for your clients. That’s all part of the fun. Only a handful of them have seen your tits, not everyone gets the privilege. He won’t, not today anyway.

“Jesus christ” Javier breathes, watching as you tease the tip of the toy through your slit. Knowing it’s slick with his spit sends a spark of pride through him.

“Strip, bitch.” You tell him as you’re pushing the head of the toy into you, lips parting in a small ‘o’.

“S-shit. Yes ma’am” He starts to hurriedly strip, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt revealing new tantalising patches of skin as he goes. You’d tell him to slow down but the last thing you want is him jizzing in his jeans just from watching you get off and he did take your cock like a pro after all.

He’s naked quicker than a flash, all his clothes laying forgotten on the floor and he just stands there, waiting for your next order, cock jutting out proudly from the dark curls between his legs.

The toy is all the way inside you now and you just hold it there, unmoving. You slowly scan your eyes over his body, assessing him. He’s undeniably attractive.

The hip to shoulder ratio on him tells you he must have been into some kind of athletics, it can’t just be from chasing down bad guys. His dick is big too, that much had been obvious by the bulge in his jeans. He’s not quite as thick as the toy that’s buried in your pussy but he has more length on him, at least by an inch or two.

His hard on is literally raging, hard as a nail, probably left a nice little damp patch in his pants by the way his tip is weeping. You can see it glistening in the low light of the room.

You think he’d be just your type in another life, you like your men tall, dark, handsome and obedient, he checks all those boxes.

You crook a finger, beckoning him onto the bed “Come here.”

Doing what he’s told, as per usual, he crawls onto the bed, coming to lay beside you, suppressing the urge to climb on top.

He’s waiting for the green light, patiently keeping his hands to himself even if inside he’s a mess, desperate to touch you. He wants to please you so badly.

You make sure he’s looking as you slowly slide the dildo out of your juicy cunt, almost all the way before you plunge it back in again all the way to the hilt. He can hear how soaked you are and you can see the way it’s making his cock twitch.

“Hear that? Hear how—oh—wet I am?” Over and over you continue that same action, slowly rolling your hips in rhythm with the hand that guides the toy. All those little breath hitches and quiet moans... He knows he could make you scream if you’d let him.

“Yes ma’am I do. Por favor, déjame.” (please, let me.) Your Spanish is spotty at best, but you know enough to understand that he’s already begging. You’ve got him right where you want him.

A small breathless huff of laughter leaves you as you continue to fuck yourself, harder now. “Look at you... So eager. Such a good boy for me.”

“Y-yes ma’am I am... P-please. Please, fuck. Please.” You love this. This is why you do this job. This is why you got into being a Dom.

With men, it all boils down to their base desires. They’re so fucking weak, even the men in power can’t think straight when there’s pussy involved.

“Pathetic.” You grit out. “Say it, say you’re a pathetic little cock-sucker and I’ll let you take over”

His chest heaves with heavy pants as he watches you, digging his blunt nails into the palm of his hands as he restrains himself. “I’m pathetic.”

You actually moan, getting off on his self-depreciation. “Louder. Oh fuck. Louder ‘I’m a—”

“I’m pathetic. I’m a pathetic little cock-sucker! Now will you please let me fucking touch you? Please I’m going fucking insane.”

Then, with a devious little grin, you say the words he’s been longing to hear. “Touch me”

No sooner than the words have left your mouth, he’s moving, shifting onto his side to lay half on top of you. You remove your hand from the toy, letting him replace it with his. Taking over, he continues the hard, deep pace you’d set, bringing his ring and index fingers to your swollen, overlooked clit, rubbing in tight, quick circles.

“Oh fuck yes. Just like that.” His cock prods insistently against your thigh, leaving a wet trail behind on the leather. You thread your fingers into the dark, sweaty curls at the nape of his neck and he let’s out a deep groan at the sensation of your nails against his scalp. “S-so good. Gon-gonna fuck you after. R-ride you... ‘til you can’t remember your own name, oh god!” Your head tips back and your back arches as he presses his fingers against your clit with just the right amount of pressure, you’re close, he can feel it in the way your pussy is suctioned around the silicone, right now he’d give anything for that to be him instead.

“Please, mistress... I... I want you to cum. Please, fuck, fuck, please” There’s nothing hotter than a whimpering, pathetic man. That’s your kyptonite and it’s your undoing. With a silent scream, grabbing onto his shoulder so hard, you know you’ll leave a mark with your nails, you shatter and he fucks you through it. Slowing the thrusts as you ride out your orgasm.

“Fuck me” He’s in awe, slowly pulling the toy out of you, watching your stretched hole drip with your own release. The dildo is drenched from tip to base.

You’re about to tell him to lick it clean but he’s already one step ahead of you as he lifts it to his lips, his eyes flutter closed, groaning as he gets a taste of you. He’s a quick learner.

You watch him intently as the flat of his tongue runs down the entire length of it, lapping up every drop, you’re mentally making plans for that tongue.

“Ay, tan dulce (so sweet)” He murmurs, mostly to himself but you’re loving every second of this.

His eyes are still closed as he feels the bed dip and some rustling, followed by a drawer opening and closing. “Poor baby, can’t get enough of me can you. Open your eyes.”

He opens his eyes mid lick to see you dangling a pair of handcuffs in front of his face from one finger, a wicked grin plastered on your face.

“Alright pig, I’m going to fuck you now but you can’t touch me. That’s where these come in. Lay down.”

Javiers no stranger to a little light bondage, he’s tied up plenty of willing partners. Somehow he’s never been on the receiving end of it which now strikes him as odd considering he always has handcuffs available.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little frustrated about not being able to touch you though, most of the night he’s not been allowed to, after all. You let him get you off once and now you’re taking it away from him again.

Mean woman.

Worth every penny though.

“Now, cock sucker, before I gag you as well.” You threaten and he knows you’re seconds away from going through with that threat. He sets the toy in his hands down at the end of the bed and starts to move, crawling back up the bed as you follow, crawling towards him until his back hits the headboard.

“Arms up.”

He lifts his arms as he’s told, either side of his head and you lean forward, readjusting them until his hands are behind his head. You’re so close now, he can smell your perfume. It smells expensive and decadent, mingling perfectly with the leather you wear.

You’re grinning at him as you attach the cuffs to the headboard, tightening them until he let’s out a small grunt. Just enough so he can’t move but not so tight that they’ll leave a visible mark. Some clients prefer you to, but seeing as it’s his first time and with his role in law enforcement, you’re consciously being nice, just this once.

“Now remember piggy” You start as you shift your leg over his until you’re straddling him “You can’t cum until I let you and trust me, I’m not going to let you cum until I have a few times first.” You gently grip his chin in your hand, scratching your nails along his jawline. “So you’re going to sit there and take it like a good fuck toy, aren’t you?”

He’s so fucking excited right now, although that’s like a double sided coin, concerned that he might explode the moment he feels that sweet cunt clench around him. Javier nods eagerly, it’s cute really, how badly he wants this.

“Say it. Tell me you need me to fuck you or I’ll leave you cuffed to the bed and make you watch while I get myself off again.”

“No! Fuck me. God, fuck, please just...” He groans in frustration, eyes darting to the ceiling and then to his dick, he can’t remember a time when he was this hard and then with the most pathetic whimper you’ve ever heard from a man, he begs. “Fuck me, use me, I don’t care just please don’t make me wait any longer! I need it, please, please mistress.”

The smirk that spreads across your face is devilish, lowering your hips just enough so you can tease the angry red tip of his cock through your slick folds. He should have known you weren’t going to make this easy for him, that mistake is on him. He’s hissing under his breath and gritting his teeth as he watches you circle your hips slowly, the friction alone is making him want to tear his hair out.

You see it in the way his stomach muscles tense, in the way that thick vein is protruding from his neck, poor baby is on edge already.

He tries to buck his hips up, it’s muscle memory at this point, but you just cage his thighs in with your own tighter and grip his chin between your fingers in warning. “No. Final warning, if you misbehave again that’s it, you won’t get to cum at all tonight. Do you understand, pig?”

“Yes! I’ll be good. I’m sorry, mistress!”

“Pathetic” You sneer as you reach down between the two of you, wrapping your fingers around his cock, tapping it against your clit.

Once, twice, three times.

Each time he let’s out a barely audible gasp, thankful that you’re finally touching him, even if it is to tease him further.

Before he can start to pitifully beg again, you notch him at your entrance sinking down onto him just an inch, you watch as his head tips back against the headboard, brows pinched together with a relieved, blissful smile on his face.

But then you don’t move, you just stay there, hovering over him with just the tip of him inside you. Cruel woman.

He’s looking at you with an expression somewhere between a frustration and grief. “Oh what? Don’t give me that look. You knew what you were getting yourself into...” You whisper in a sultry tone as you lean in close, your lips hovering over his. “Don’t worry” You lower your hips just a little more, taking another inch of him into you as he bites back a moan. “I’m still going to let you cum, just not yet.”

And then you do move, using all the strength in your thighs to stop you from sinking all the way onto him, not giving him the satisfaction yet. Taking the first few inches of him, almost all the way out before you lower down again.

He’s losing his fucking mind already. “So fucking tight”

“Mmhmm... Now imagine all of me strangling your cock. Wouldn’t that feel good baby?” You coo, carding your fingers through his hair, tugging his head back as you lean over him. “Open” You command and he does.

Saliva dribbles from your lips onto his tongue and his eyes roll back into his head when your hips drop lower almost filled with him now. “Swallow” you tell him as you grip his hair tighter between his fingers, watching as his mouth closes and his throat bobs, swallowing down your spit like its water.

You run your index finger across his puffy bottom lip and slip it between them telling him to suck and he does. You reward him by dropping just that last couple of inches, taking him all the way to the hilt.

“Oh fuck” He groans around your finger, trying to focus on anything other than the already overwhelming need to cum.

“Good boy, just like that” You start off with slow, downward rolls of your deep rolls of your hips, biting your lip as you hold back a small moan. Beneath you, he’s hanging on by a thread and you’ve only just started, but ever since he walked in here he’s been wound up, now he feels like he’s walking a tight rope, waiting for the inevitable fall. 

“Don’t you dare cum yet, oh fuck...” You lean back, changing the angle as you start to ride him now, fast and hard, smearing a trail of spit from his chin all the way down his body until you slip it between the two of you, rubbing tight circles around your clit.

Javier can feel you fluttering around his cock as you move, you can feel him twitching inside you on the brink of erupting.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” You warn him, punctuating each word with a deep roll of your hips, each time he kisses your cervix.

He’s trying, he’s making noises he didn’t even know he could make, woeful groans and whines spilling from him over and over as his head lolls side to side. “C-can’t... I can’t.”

You still on top of him for a moment, lightly slapping his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes to look at you. “Yes you can. Now keep your fucking eyes on me.” You begin to move again, hands on his shoulders as you alternate between grinding and bouncing, the coarse mass of dark hair at the base of his cock providing the perfect friction needed against your aching clit.

All he can do is moan, gritting his teeth together as he tries hard to ignore every signal in his body telling him to let go. He’s enraptured by you, by the power you hold over him. He’s absolutely going to have to have regular sessions with you now.

He’s watching you, your eyes are closed now losing yourself in pleasure as you use him like your own personal fuck toy, your moans are getting louder, your breaths are getting shorter. You’re about to lose it. He’s fucked. In the figurative and literal sense.

“Please” Javier says with a strained gasp. “I can’t—”

“No. Don’t. You d— oh fuck!” Your hips stutter on top of him and those inner velvety walls hug his cock tighter, gripping him like a fucking vice.

It’s game over. He can’t hold it anymore.

With a loud relieved groan, he spills into you in thick, hot ropes, panting heavily as his balls empty.

Finally.

A shocked gasp leaves you as you feel him pumping you full of him, you barely give him, or yourself a moment to breathe before your gripping his chin between your fingers. “Did I give you permission to cum!? What was rule number two?”

Javiers eyes bulge as he realises he’s broken one of your rules, rapid, stuttered apologies tumbling from his lips as you pull off his softening cock, eliciting a small whimper from him as his cum dribbles out of you.

“No. Not good enough, if you misbehave, you have to be punished.” You tell him as you lean over him to undo the cuffs, tossing them aside once they’re undone. “Flat on your back now. You’re going to clean up the mess you made”

It registers to him what you mean as he’s sliding down into the middle of the bed. You sense his hesitation as you’re crawling up his body, the leather squeaking as you move. “Oh what? Don’t tell me you’re going to chicken out now. Fine, use your safe word if you want but next time-“ He has to supress a grin when he hears those words ‘Next time’, you know he’s hooked already. “- I won’t touch you at all, just make you watch me fuck myself all night long while your dick gets put in a fucking cage. So, what will it be?”

He doesn’t even have to think, he can feel your combined releases pooling on his bare chest as you sit over him, leaking and waiting for him to respond.

“Sit on my fucking face, like the queen you are.”

That. That right there is what you wanted to hear. “Hands at your sides, no touching” You order as you shuffle up his body just a little more until your puffy cunt is above his lips.

Javier is a giver by nature, when he eats pussy, he loves to grip anything he can, hips, ass, thighs, tits. Anything to make the person on the receiving end of it enjoy themselves as much as possible, guiding his partner to take what they need. But you won’t let him and after he just broke one of your rules, he’s not willing to break another.

He doesn’t like the sound of having his cock caged.

So he does as he’s told, digging his blunt nails into the tops of his own thighs instead.

Your hands wrap around the top bar on the headboard as you lower your hips onto his face, grinding the mess he made all over his lips and moustache.

Without hesitation, his mouth opens, pink tongue swirling around in the salty, sweet mixture that’s coating your every crease and fold. Dark eyes stare up at you from between your thighs, swirling with a desire to please you again, to make it up to you. And he will.

“That’s it. You’re a little cumslut aren’t you huh? Y’like the taste of yourself on me hm? Well take it. Make sure you get all of it.”

The moan that leaves him vibrates against your sensitive clit and you grind down deeper, a small gasp leaving you when he sucks and flicks at the swollen bud.

“Oh... Look who’s trying to score brownie points now... That’s my good boy. Tongue fuck me now, don’t waste a drop in there.” You tilt your hips and his tongue slips inside you twisting around eagerly as his nose nudges at your clit.

One of your hands drops from the headboard to grip his hair at the crown of his head between your fingers, guiding him as you ride his face feeling your third orgasm of the night rapidly building.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Good little cum slut. So hungry aren’t you? Shit. So good. Might... might just get you to eat me out all night long next time. Bet you could get off like that couldn’t you?”

Javier answers with a deep groan as his eyes flutter closed, lifting his head to bury his face deeper in you, feeling the tell-tale quivers as you get closer to climax.

It’s not long before those quivers turn into full on trembles, your fingers gripping his hair to the point of it almost being painful, his vision going spotty as your thighs clench either side of his head. Your cries of pleasure fill his ears as a warm gush coats his tongue and chin.

He’s half hard again just from that. Yep. He could get off just from eating your pussy all night if you’d let him.

A breathless giggle leaves you as you climb off him, collapsing into the bed beside him, head turned in his direction. “Well. You certainly made up for breaking the rules and them some.”

“Mierda” He breathes, his chest rising and falling as he gets his breath back, staring up at the ceiling before he looks over at you with a lazy, boyish grin, revealing a dimple. “So what now? Do we cuddle?”

His stupid joke actually draws a genuine laugh from you as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and get up.

Your laugh is kind of cute, not that he’d ever have the balls to tell you that.

“Ooh I would but that’s extra” You playfully retort. “Feel free to use the shower though before you leave, if you want that is.”

His muscles protest as he sits up, throughly fucked out, running a hand through his messy raven locks.

“That’s okay, think I like the idea of smelling like pussy for the rest of the night, actually” He smirks as he gets up and starts to gather his scattered clothes off the floor.

“Smart man” You muse, walking across the room to the small side table by the front door. “Here” You’re holding out a business card, he’s just pulling on his jeans, stumbling as he makes his way over.

“Easy now, don’t break a leg. I don’t specialise in that kind of pain honey.”

Javier chuckles lightly as you step towards him, slipping the card into the front pocket of his jeans as your hand comes up to his face, drawing him in for a deep, sensual kiss. The taste of you lingering on his tongue. It’s the first time you’ve actually kissed tonight, he realises. Even with the working girls in Colombia, kissing was a huge part of the act. He was a passionate lover, after all.

He raises his hands to rest on your hips, pulling you against him. You’re letting him touch you, even if there is a layer of thick leather separating him and your skin.

Eventually you break the kiss, both of you a little breathless.

You drop your hand from his face gradually, teasing your fingers along his strong jawline “Don’t be a stranger, Javier”

“Trust me, mami, I’ll absolutely be coming back.”

Slowly, you walk backwards toward the bathroom with a slight grin “You’d better, don’t disappoint me.” And then you’re gone, the door closing, leaving him to finish getting dressed and show himself out. He’d already paid you by cheque when the ‘appointment’ had been made, but he pulls out his wallet and decides to leave a fat tip for you to show how much he appreciated tonight.

He’s gone by the time you’re out of the shower, pleasantly sore between your legs. Looking forward to his next visit already.

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[dervampireprince]

so i've been coding a website

home of: the dervampireprince fanart museum, prince's art gallery, a masterlist of resources for making websites and list of web communities, and more!

[18+, minors dni (this blog is 18+ and the art gallery and art museum pages on my site have some 18+ only artworks)]

littlevampire . neocities . org (clickable link in pinned post labelled 'website')

if you don't follow me on twitch or aren't in my discord, you might not know i've been coding my own website via neocities since june 2024. it's been a big labour of love, the only coding i'd done before is a little html to customize old tumblr themes, so i've learnt a lot and i've been having so much fun. i do link to it on my carrds but not everyone will know that the icon of a little cat with a wrench and paintbrush is the neocities logo, or even what neocities is.

neocities is a free website builder, but not like squarespace or wix that let you build a website from a template with things you can drag in, it's all done with html and css code (and you can throw in javascript if you wanna try hurting your brain /hj). i love the passion people have for coding websites, for making their own websites again in defiance of social medias becoming less customisable and websites looking boring and the same as each other. people's neocities sites are so fun to look through, looking at how they express themselves, their art galleries, shrines to their pets or favourite characters or shows or toys or places they've been.

why have i been making a website this way?

well i used to love customising my tumblr theme back when clicking on someone's username here took you to their tumblr website, their username . tumblr . com link that you could edit and customise with html code. now clicking a username takes you to their mobile page view, a lot of users don't even know you can have a website with tumblr, the feature to have a site became turned off by default, and i've heard from some users that they might have to pay to unlock that feature.

i've always loved the look of old geocities and angelfire websites, personalised sites, and i've grown tired of every social media trying to look the same as each other, remove features that let users customise their profiles and pages more. and then i found out about neocities.

are you interested in making a site too?

neocities is free, though you can pay to support them. there is no ads, no popups, they have no ai tool scraping their sites, no tos that will change to suddenly stop allow 18+ art. unlike other website hosters, neocities does have a sort of social media side where you do have a profile and people can follow you and leave comments on your site and like your updates, but you can ignore this if you want, or use it to get to know other webmasters.

to quote neocities "we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."

i'd so encourage anyone interested to try making a website with neocities. w3schools is an excellent place to start learning coding, and there are free website templates you can copy and paste and use (my site is built off two different free codes, one from fujoshi . nekoweb . org and the other from sadgrl's free layout builder tool).

your site can be for anything:

a more fun and interactive online business card (rather than using carrd.co or linktree)

a gallery of your art/photos/cosplays/etc

a blog

webshrines to your a character, film, song, game, toy, hobby, your pet - anything can be a shrine!

a catalogue/database/log of every film you've watched, every place you've visited, birds you've seen, plushies you own, every blinkie gif you have saved, your ocs and stories, etc

hosting a webcomic

a fanwiki/fansite that doesn't have endless ads like fandom . com does (i found a cool neocities fansite for rhythm game series pop'n music and it's so thorough, it even lists all the sprites and official art for every character)

i follow a website that just reviews every video game based on whether or not it has a frog in it, if the frog is playable, if you can be friends with it. ( frogreview . neocities . org )

the only html i knew how to write before starting is how to paragraph and bold text. and now i have a whole site! and i'm still working on new stuff for it all the time.

i just finished making a page on my website called 'explore the web'. this page lists everything you might need to know when wanting to make or decorate your website. it lists:

other neocities sites i think are cool and i'm inspired by, check them out for more ideas of what your site could look like and contain!

website building resources

coding help and tutorials

free website html code layouts you can use if you don't want too start coding from scratch

places to find graphics and decorative images for your site (transparent background pngs, pixels, favicons, stamps, blinkies, buttons, userboxes, etc)

image generators for different types of buttons and gifs (88x31 buttons, tiny identity buttons, heart locket open gifs, headpat gifs)

widgets and games and interactive elements you can add to your site (music players, interactive pets like gifypet and tamanotchi, hit counters, games like pacman and crosswords, guestbooks and chatboxes, etc)

web manifestos, guides, introductions and explanations of webmastering and neocities (some posts made by other tumblr users here are what made me finally want to make my own site and discover how too)

art tools, resources and free drawing programs

web communities! webrings, cliques, fanlistings, pixel clubs (pixel art trades) and more!

other fun sites that didn't fit in the other categories like free sheet music sites, archives, egotistical.goat (see a tumblr users audio posts/reblogs as a music playlist), soul void (a wonderful free to play video game i adore), an online omnichord you can play, and more.

i really hope the 'explore the web' page is helpful, it took three days to track down every link and find resources to add.

and if you want to check out my site there's more than just these pages. like i said in the beginning, i recently finished making:

the dervampireprince fanart museum

every piece of fanart i've received (unless the sender asked me to keep it private) has been added to this museum and where possible links back to the original artists post of that art (a lot the art was sent to me via discord so i can't link to the original post). every piece of fanart sent to me now will be added on their unless you specifically say you don't want it going on there. there's also links to my fanworks guide on there and how to send me fanart.

other pages on my site

about me (including favourite media, quizzes, comfort characters, kins, and more)

art gallery (art i've made, sorted by month)

graphics (so far it's just stamps i've made but plan to remake this section of my site)

media log (haven't started the 2025 one yet, but a log of all films, tv, writing, music, theatre, fandoms, characters and ships i got into in 2024)

silly web pets

shrines

site map

update log

my shrines so far:

i have ones for lucifer from supernatural, sam winchester from supernatural, charuca minifigures (arcade prizes i wanted as a kid that i'm trying to finish collecting as an adult), my waifuroulette discord tcg collection. my masterlist of every lgbt+ marvel character is a wip. i love making each shrine look different and suit the character/fandom/thing the shrine is about. and then there's also:

the european musical section

i ramble about them a lot and it's no surprise there's multiple shrines for them. i fell in love with german musical theatre in 2020 and that expanded in being interested in all non-english language musical theatre and trying to spread the word of it and how they deserve to be as known as english-language musicals. one musical in particular, elisabeth das musical, is my biggest special interest so expect a very detailed shrine about that one day.

so far this part of the site includes

'enter the theatre' an interactive web theatre where you choose a ticket and that musical will play on the stage (click a ticket and the embedded youtube video for that musical will appear on the stage and play. i dealt with javascript for the first time to bring the vision i had for this page alive, it might be slow but i hope enjoyable)

elisabeth das musical webshrine [not made yet]

tanz der vampire webshrine [not made yet, might abandon the idea]

my favourite european musicals [not made yet]

a masterlist of european musicals [a wip, only two musicals listed so far, i am listing every musical and every production they've had, this was a word document i kept for a long time that i always wanted to share somehow and this page is how i'll do it. there's no other list for european musicals out there so i guess it's up to me as always /lh]

the future for my site

i will update my art gallery, the fanart museum, my media log and other collections as often as i can. there's so many more pages i want to add including:

profiles for my ocs

finish my european musical masterlist

finish my 'every marvel lgbt+ character' masterlist (i have no love for marvel or disney's lgbt+ representation nor are all of these characters good representation and a lot are very minor characters, but for some reason i have gotten hyperfixated on this topic a few times so here comes a masterlist)

make shrines for loki (marvel), ares (hades), my sylvanian families collection, vocaloid (and/or vocaloid medleys), my plushie collection, pullip dolls

make a 'page not found' page

and i have one big plan to essentially make a site within a site, and make a website for my monster boy band ocs. but make it as if it was a real band, an unfiction project (think like how welcome home's website portrays welcome home as if it was a real show). this site would have pages for the band members, their albums, merch and maybe a pretend shop, and a fake forum where you could see other characters in the story talking and click on their profiles to find out more about them. and then once that's all done i want to start posting audios about the characters and then people can go to the website to find out more about them. that's my big plan anyway. i hope that sounds interesting.

i also want to make an effort to try and join some website communities. be brave and apply for some webrings and fanlistings, and make some pixel art and join some of the amazing pixel clubs out there.

but yeah, that's my site, that's neocities. i hope that was interesting. i hope it encourages people to make their own site, or at least look at other's small websites and explore this part of the internet. and if you go and check out mine feel free to drop a message in the guestbook on the homepage, or follow me on neocities if you have/make an account.

[aurorialwolf]

Was inspired by seeing other ppl do this so,, a short little fun fact list about my ocs (some of this is also from shorter little one-off posts I made)

These are all prime universe but I may do one for their Imperium versions another day,,

Aria: - Can speak Irish (her and Salvia communicate this way to keep up practice) - Has a 5 y/o little brother - Her favourite video game is The Stanley Parable (because of its absurd dream-like vibes) - She's connected more to Irish culture - so if you've seen her mention fae, that's why, she's researched the mythology and such a lot as well (hence why when she first got stuck in the imperium she compared the dimension swap to entering a faerie circle, and she compared Aurora to a fae because of the 'names obtained' in the bio of the sideblog) - She drinks an unhealthy amount of cream soda,, but doesn't like energy drinks or coffee (caffeine makes her tired)

Millie - Best shot out of her entire Surveillance and Containment team; solos them all when they go to a firing range for practice - She's from South Carolina, and has a slight southern accent still, but she covers it up for work often - She's VERY much not used to getting attention; Mouse paying attention to her and actually reaching out makes her pretty flustered, but positively so - Her favourite video game is Halo Reach.

Salvia - She's a spy for her clan's Queen (she's a member of the House of Baz), relaying classified information from DUMP so that Monarch Baz can have the upper hand in terms of information. - She's lesbian, and before she was turned, she had a girlfriend. They'd both been unempowered, so she's unable to go back to Ireland to see her. - She was turned after falling from some cliffs while talking a walk through the forest with her girlfriend.

Kayli - Used to be incredibly violent, but not aggressively so; measured, calculative, as she used to neutralize enemies of the Chorus, or those the Chorus found to be interfering. She went on trial for war crimes once the main conflict had concluded. She has been reformed for hundreds of years now. - She left a sword in a lake, as a symbolic way to wash away some of her violent sins. ....She may be the source of a couple "Lady of the Lake" 'sightings' in the past. - She pretends to be much younger than she is while she's on the job, acting around 70, since being significantly older can unnerve people. She also usually talks very "human" while on the job; which is only reflected once on her tumblr blog, which she usually uses to speak normally

Cassie - Wanted to be a baker when she was a child. Still has a vague wish of opening a bakery one day. She always has some kind of baked good in her house, or in her car (properly sealed, of course). She offered some of said baked goods to dct-n when they needed to be picked up and driven back to the place they were staying. - She's buff as hell. One day I'll draw it or find a good reference for what she looks like. Most of the pics online are too veiny and skinny? She's very bulky and healthy buff, not really exaggerated bodybuilder buff. - Her last name is 'Bernheim', a Jewish last name made from the Yiddish word for 'bear' and the german word for home, 'heim'. Picked it because it makes sense for her as a bear shifter and a very comforting homey person.

Amelia - Honestly, probably my least favourite out of the probation officers,, feel lowkey bad but she's got the least buildup so far.. maybe one day I'll flesh her out more and give her a roleplay blog but for now alas she doesn't get one,, - She's (somewhat) based off this sporty extrovert girl who's one of my classmates. - She's a sonal energetic,, that's a fun fact because probably no one remembers that because I said it maybe twice LOL - Had an alternative phase in highschool - From Los Angeles originally.

Tagging @lancerthatisntfree and @localpigeon22 and @original-bookshelf cuz their posts inspired this,,

[onesnoopyaday]

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Snoopy #90

30/12/2024

description under the cut

[description: a cartoon-style drawing of Snoopy's head. Snoopy is a white dog with black ears. His eyes are shut and his mouth is a horizontal line. There are two large blue teardrops, one under each eye. The text "I am at my limit" is handwritten across the top of the image.]

[enruint]

clown jumpscare on the dash. the clown is me. i had this whole essay written out but i decided not to post that bc i am allergic to being perceived and to ever share what's going on with me. sorry chat if i were a character in a show or book i'd be the one the fans would psycho-analyze and decide that 'he'd rather have his nails pulled out one by one than share his feelings tf???' does that mean i'd be the dreaded fan fav?? having the most outrageous takes written about me??? i am joking. but also i am not. as in i am not joking about not wanting to share beyond the bare minimum on the dash right now. gotta keep up my clown face after all JHSABJKDDF anyway!! let me be srs for just a second: the one thing i will share is that i feel so burnt out. and that in turn makes me feel so icky when i log in here. i don't know what it is but i've been on a sort of semi-hiatus for 4 months alrdy and nothing really changed. i want to write here but i also don't want to. it's sickening honestly. i am going to put this blog on an official hiatus rn when it comes to ic writing until i know what to do. you're free to unfollow bc i really don't know when i'll be writing here and i hate saying that i will and then end up not doing anything. save for maybe writing some meta posts once in a blue moon, i don't think i'll be doing much. and even that i can't promise at this point. all this to say that i'll continue to be very scarce for a while. or i'll just remake. it's all up in the air for now. we'll see what future me decides.

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[amplexadversary]

Completely self indulgent post but here's one of the post-canon scenarios I have in my head for G Gundam.

Maybe skip this post if you don't like dark themes. Not all of what I've outlined is dark (most of it isn't), but I do cross the line past what appears in the show in regards to DG cells and abduction.

The shuffles all get roped into restoration projects on Earth between the 13th and 14th gundam fights, partially to have something to do alongside their training, partially out of inspiration by the common points of the Kasshus' and Master Asia's goals, and partially because netting their countries some decent publicity is likely to earn them favors during the Gundam Fight's off-years.

Sai is contacted by Kyral about an effort to clear out the infamous buildup of trash and cadavers on Everest; he wants Sai to leverage Neo China's help as something of a reparation kind of deal and Sai goes sure why not.

Sai recruits Argo because Bolt Gundam is built to withstand the cold, and he thinks Argo and Nastasha could help reverse engineer that quality to enable the use of their Gundams as both heavy work equipment and protection from the harsh environmental conditions that normally prevent this kind of operation.

George gets involved because someone he knows has a distant relative who died on the mountain a century ago, and they wanted him to check in with the forensics team on the project. This detail is important because eventually it becomes clear that there is a mystery to solve (that I myself haven't figured out all the details of yet but broadly know the setup and conclusion); DG-infected people are disappearing and not being investigated due to stigma. Our heroes are naturally going to be pissed about this, and will need an "in" with the field if they want to do anything about it.

First massively self-indulgent element: The forensics/body identification team inexplicably includes the real-world author Kathy Reichs, who somehow exists in this universe, and there's a little side bit about her having written a Bones book right before the 12th fight that featured a cooked cadaver found inside a gundam after entry into the Earth's atmosphere. There are a lot of weird coincidences in the book that parallel the DG incident, which creeps everyone out, but the similarities are merely born of the writer threading the needle of being believable and interesting in a way that became very true to life.

What does become relevant is when the Shuffles eventually meet up, she's able to explain the implications of a bunch of weird shit the fighters discovered (also Marie Louise read her book, and one of the in-universe liberties Reichs took writing about the gundams' black boxes that she explains in the afterword leads to ML realizing something important; that Neo Germany does not have its gundam's remains.)

While the Everest project is happening, Domon, Chibodee, and Allenby all want to continue their training somewhere on Earth, and receive a proposal from (an OC of mine who is) a historic preservationist (and an acquaintance of Allenby's): she has acquired the grounds of an abandoned castle in Europe* after submitting a plan to restore it, and needs to hire people to help with the labor.

*the castle is probably somewhere in Germany because I also want this pitch to have drama over Schwarz (pre-13th fight), Schwarz (Kyoji), and Schwarz (the next guy who was supposed to inherit the mask when the older ninja retired). Also Germany is fucking pretty.

In exchange for the help of the three gundam fighters, they and Rain get paid, plus room and board anywhere on the grounds, plus full access to the grounds and miles of sparsely-inhabited countryside for training purposes, and the privacy and ability to practice with their gundams that comes with being in the middle of fucking nowhere. Rain sets herself up to work a clinic in the next town over as well as practicing pro re nata wilderness medicine (I'm convinced every medic supporting the gundam fight would need to be able to do this.)

The group involved in the Castle project sticks around for a time, makes some good progress, and engage in occasional Shenanigans that come up when you put a bunch of weirdos in a Situation.

They aren't in town a lot save for Rain, but when they are they eventually start to pick up on gossip and news about the Mysterious Disappearances correlated with DG cell infection (as well as details that turn out to be important later). Eventually Rain brings this to Domon and Chibodees' attention and they decide that, yeah, this is tied to the DG, this is their problem, they should convene with the rest of the Shuffle Alliance about it.

Also of course Schwarz is involved because I'm the one writing this; the culprits' DG-tissue harvesting operation relies on having him captured and helpless, using cells from his body to "update" other victims' DG infections to a less aggressive strain. One thing I haven't decided is whether I want a reinstantiated Wong to head this shit, or make up my own morally bankrupt opportunistic asshole looking to twist the DG to their own benefits. I also need to decide where on the planet the center of all this insanity is, and it needs to be a place that isn't going to have any unfortunate implications (because that's a genuine risk with dark story elements)

... That's about as much as I have that is thought-out enough for me to explain. I return to thinking about this scenario a lot because it puts most of the characters way out of their element (and has a bunch of details that appeal to me specifically), and it kind of evolved into an incomplete plot outline that I don't currently have any plans to flesh out.

I think it's an interesting enough direction to go, because it follows through with a lot of the themes present in G, but takes advantage of the genre shift to avoid DBZ-crazy power scaling and adjusts the conflict more to a matter of where the main characters' prowess is most effective (Both in and out of the gundams. I'm assuming there are a ton of guys similar to Michelo's gang that just need fighting interspersed with everything else I described. In fact, kicking Some Group of Douchebags out of their protection racket is probably how team Castle even gets ahold of evidence related to missing persons.)

[eternal-reverie]

got the posting anxiety bad tonight

[soutsuji]

There's an English class on Golden Age detective fiction being offered next semester but the prerequisite for it is the intro to literary study class required for all English majors (which I haven't taken because I'm in a hard STEM major and don't have much time for electives, which means that I have to be really picky with my electives and only go for stuff I like AND doesn't have an awful workload) and also even if I did have that prereq, I wouldn't be able to take the class because it's at the same time as one of my major reqs. And also I'll be in two labs next semester and one of them is pure hell so like I literally don't have the time to take more than 13 credit hours (as tempting as it is to keep up my streak of taking 17-18 every semester even though it's been like really pretty bad for my social life and hobbies). Sigh. (Pressing my hand wistfully against the glass) maybe someday they'll offer the class again

[hundredowls]

silly oc doodle..... ballroom yuri

[queenlucythevaliant]

Taylor Swift unreleased songs vs. Midnights (2022)

"What to Wear" / "You're On Your Own, Kid" // "This Is Really Happening" / "Snow on the Beach" // "R-E-V-E-N-G-E" / "Vigilante Shit" // "Breathless" / "Sweet Nothings" // "Let's Go (Battle)" / "The Great War"

[mathmusicreading]

Blog(ger) Shift

I am, so weird and bad about original posting and about reblogging and about saving things on Tumblr and that's why my blog has been mostly inactive or the lurking consumer type. But I don't want my fears about putting myself out there, being seen and known, articulating myself well vs. having been told my whole life I'm too wordy and opinionated vs. not managing to articulate myself well enough to justify being verbose and passionate, etc. to continue to control me so much.

So for my new specific-interest sideblog that I'm not locking, I hope it being themed will help me with making more original posts and reblogging, and I'm publicizing that here to push myself and also welcome interaction.

RIP to my other public specific-interest sideblog and the fandom sideblog I took over for someone that I didn't take further and to my private sideblogs that were meant to make me reblog and save and say stuff because they would be personal and just for me. I still would like to make those happen and reblogging and posting things that matter to me here, and oh my heart for the content ideas I haven't been working on, but they're pipedreams with how I'm (not) managing my life and I keep kicking those cans down the road.

To the person who I developed a real relationship with as a beta but who by now I probably count as having disappeared on with how long it's been and my not coming back to explicitly say I still can't help and don't know when I can, I am so sorry. I'm being a coward languishing in hoping I can tell you soon that I can get back into beta-ing for you and talking, but that's turned into me not talking to you because I'm waiting to be able to say something positive. Hopefully my vaguing here can help push me into talking to you, or at least this is here for you to read if you happen to see it; and I want you to know you absolutely can talk to me, can call me out, and if you're so gracious as to still want to be friends with me and just chat despite my dropping being your beta, I'm here for you and still want to be your friend even if I don't know if I'll have the spoons to be a good one and I know my saying that preemptively isn't apology or justification enough.

Honest assessment, I'm going to curse and say my living situation and work have both become even more of a shitshow, and with those things in mind I can't begin to imagine handling a real project until basically literally a year from now.

Which segues back into the main topic of this post. My goal isn't to have my new sideblog be like an active mainblog nor to abandon this blog—people interested in that blog can and should still interact with me here given how primary vs. secondary blogs on Tumblr work, and in terms of using that blog to help make me be a better Tumblr user, I think I should make certain original posts here and reblog them there as opposed to them being original there. With my mental-emotional and time resources, I want that blog to be "active" for a given definition of active, but really I think I should see my objective as "clear out tabs and likes and photos and lists and notes and drafts, etc. from the last four months" by saving stuff there, as opposed to my goal being the original posts I want to make there, and actually my long-term goal should be to use that momentum to do the same for older digital and physical storage that hasn't been lost or stolen. In my failure to be an interesting person, do I at least manage to be fascinating as a basket-case? Ha. But, also, as expressed above the Read More, the exercise of my danmei/Chinese sideblog is supposed to be a foray into me allowing myself to be an interesting person.

[foxcassius]

wait also my tags on that post were about people i knew in freshman and sophomore year of college specifically. i mean some of them i knew after that and most of them i knew from high school but damn some people really made everything about themselves when i was being emotionally manipulated in my freshman year

[jimingyue]

Cat Tumblr Dashboard Simulator

🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

🕊️ birdwatching Follow

what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

🪤 m0usetrap01 Follow

as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

🐟 tunafeesh Follow

also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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🍃 naturalliving Follow

BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

🐰 evil-tabbystripes Follow

evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

make your own pawst

💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721

umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

👬🏻 nyasunaruenjoyer Follow

Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

💡 discourse-meows Follow

hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

i know you fuckers are lying

🍭 gaykittens Follow

this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us