#he wears nail polish!!!!! when he gets the chance he likes to style his hair!!!!!!! he’s wearing makeup on the movie model lol!!!!!!
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BUT IN KUUKOUS DEFENSE LMAO whenever he sleeps over at jyushi or hitoya’s home, he’ll definitely indulge in their bath products lmao and i think he’d also occasionally make his own soap 😌
#this is vee speaking#i refuse to believe that kuukou is a 13 in 1 bottle kinda guy LOL#but i also can’t see him with a stocked bathroom like that lol he’d def have the essentials#but he’s also a monk lol he probably has to make do with just a bar of soap bc anything more would be frivolous#but he likes to accessorize!!!!! he probably pierced his own ears!!!!! made his own prayer beads!!!!!!!!#draws his own stories!!!!!!! maybe even embroidered the lightning on his sukajan himself!!!!!!!#he wears nail polish!!!!! when he gets the chance he likes to style his hair!!!!!!! he’s wearing makeup on the movie model lol!!!!!!#let him make his own soap lmao!!!!! let him have fun doing new things and making new stuff!!!!!!!!!#SOAP DIY 🙌 SOAP DIY🙌 SOAP DIY🙌 SOAP DIY—
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P1Harmony MTL - Fashion 💅
- mtl to let you pick out their outfit for a day -
🫧 - most to least | 🌙 - gn!reader | 💞 - ot6
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Keeho:
♡ - when you suggest it he’s absolutely thrilled
♡ - bonus points if you let him pick out your outfit in return
♡ - has some uhhhhhhh unusual clothes sometimes but they make him happy and he has the confidence to pull off literally anything (and if you make fun of him for the slightly uglier things he owns he’ll just just laugh and threaten to make you wear them instead)
♡ - he’s so passionate about his personal image and he’ll use the chance to boost your own style and confidence because he loves you and needs you to see how stunning and creative you are
♡ - MODELS the outfit for you afterwards (he’s already thinking up new ideas for next time too)
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Intak:
♡ - thinks it’s a cute idea (and also would do ANYTHING for you)
♡ - gives you a full tour of his closet complete with stories about where he got each item before you even start
♡ - enjoys fashion but doesn’t always have the energy to put together a solid outfit, so he really appreciates this
♡ - is 100% down to wear something from your closet if you lend it to him. doesn’t matter how different in style or size it is, he just loves the idea of having a constant reminder of you (and if it’s different enough from his usual outfits for people to ask about it, he’d love the excuse to talk about you lol)
♡ - likely to drape something random of his over your head/shoulders and watch you with puppy eyes until you agree to wear it in return (also bonus points if your outfits match even a little bit)
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Jongseob:
♡ - unbothered king. finds the suggestion strange at first but it grows on him
♡ - as long as you understand his comfort level and give him ultimate veto power to say no to anything at any time, have at it. he trusts you
♡ - once he relaxes a bit he’ll be suggesting and trying on really ugly combinations just for the fun of it and you’ll both be giggly messes
♡ - gets especially excited for accessory recommendations and tries to steal some of your keychains and cute trinkets in return for lending you a few of his
♡ - posts an ootd if he really likes what you picked for him bc he likes seeing reminders of you when he looks in the mirror, and he can save that feeling forever in pictures
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Theo:
♡ - a bit particular about his outfits, so he wouldn’t outright refuse, but he would complain at first about how he doesn’t really see the point
♡ - UNTIL he realizes that your plan includes accessorizing and then he’s all in
♡ - jewelry, makeup, nail polish, and literally anything else you bring along will have him preening. he will sit so still while you work
♡ - his favorite part would be letting you style his hair though. it’s mostly just an excuse to get you to play with his hair, but he keeps suggesting new and complex hairstyles for you to try (even if you can’t figure them out, spending time with you like this makes everything worth it for him)
♡ - very likely to lend you stuff from his own closet casually, so he wouldn’t be too reciprocal but only bc your outfits are already somewhat influenced by him
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Jiung:
♡ - would find it a very sweet suggestion, but is ultimately very reluctant to actually go through with it
♡ - he’d be more interested in dressing you up, but if you agree to give him some say in the final result (and ask nicely), he’ll cave
♡ - he would probably love handmade or customized clothing, so if you do any kind of fabric art (sewing, crochet, knitting, embroidery, etc) or personalization (patches, paint, studs) he’d be more than happy to showcase any of your work
♡ - he’s dressing you up in return (probably in his clothes bc he’s so proud to have you and just a liiiiiiittle bit possessive)
♡ - will model the outfit for you and then get overwhelmingly embarrassed about it (and oh noooo he’ll only feel better if you do a little spin and model yours too)
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Soul:
♡ - he’d agree and follow through with it, but his heart just wouldn’t be in it
♡ - if you find an interesting color or pattern combination, he’ll consider it, but he just doesn’t really see the appeal of putting a ton of time into outfits when his comfortable clothes serve him just fine
♡ - instead of having a special occasion for it, he prefers to have little reminders of you regularly worked into his outfit/personal items
♡ - would definitely end up stealing your clothes over time (especially clothes he can just relax in). he feels comfortable with you and your style of clothes, no matter what that is, bc they remind him of you
♡ - HOWEVER. he would be the best person to cosplay or go out in costumes with bc he can get very invested in characters and ideas
#p1h#p1harmony#p1harmony mtl#p1harmony x reader#piwon x reader#p1h imagines#yoon keeho x reader#choi taeyang x reader#choi jiung x reader#hwang intak x reader#haku shota x reader#kim jongseob x reader#p1ece#♡#🫧#🌙#💞#ive been going thru it tbh but that means I have some cute little things brewing bc I needed some comfort
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rewatching blue lock before its last ep drops and thought "wow it must be nice to be aryu's girlfriend!!"
aryu jyubei as your boyfriend:
he would let you style his hair! from braids, pigtails, to space buns, you name it! aryu would find them all "glamorous" ♡.
aryu would have your hair tie around his wrist 24/7 🗣️.
manicure and pedicure day!! notice how he wears those black nail polish in the series? y'all would definitely enjoy painting each other's nails.
not to mention that he will ask you for make up and hair care tips too.
i bet he plays the electric guitar, i mean who doesn't love it when a guy plays an electric guitar? and as he said in episode 23, he likes western music. with this info, i'ma bet that he listens to artic monkeys, the neighbourhood and/or the 1975 😻 (real, the author told me) .
oh and he would definitely support your kpop/taylor swift shenanigans. i can imagine him listening to ateez/seventeen/bts/aespa and even buying your fav kpop band's albums too.
aryu would help you pick out your outfits when you go shopping together. someone as "stylish" as him would also want his gf to be stylish as well. so him sitting in front of your fitting room, analysing your outfits is something that he would enjoy as past time.
he always compliment your looks whenever he has the chance. ngl, he seems to be the type to worship your beauty. would always say things like "my girlfriend so pretty, i'm on my knees 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️" (literally gets on his knees).
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#aryu jyubei#aryu x reader#blue lock aryu#blue lock x you#blue lock manga#blue lock x y/n#aryu jyubei x reader
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Asking to put makeup on them
Aegon: It would probably surprise him more than anything else, like, why would you want that out of nowhere, but he wouldn't mind trying it himself. He'll do whatever he can to experiment and try new things. And hey, if he doesn't like it, he can always take it off. Life's short, y'know? So what's the point of being insecure?
Aemond: Doesn't wear it, and thinks neither should you. Thinks about it as your face is one of the most, if not the most, important part of your natural beauty, and if you're covering it with things that are false, are you really giving people the chance to see the real you? When you're hiding yourself behind fake nails and powder, you would have to talk this man off a ledge just in order to actually try which he’ll still talk all the way through trying to simply prove his point.
Jacaerys: It’s probably something he’d be open to. He can see how it could make for a fun bonding experience — maybe even something that creates an even closer connection between you both. As long as you are understanding of his need to present as a masculine man, then he’ll be willing to experiment with the make-up and discover together what looks good on him and what doesn’t.
Lucerys: Would be open-minded, but he would have a lot of questions. He wouldn’t want to just jump into things without learning about what it’s like to put on make-up, the history of make-up, and how it makes people feel. To him, makeup is something that can be empowering and make you feel good about yourself, he would want to make sure that you know what your doing and is doing it for the right reasons.
Rhaenyra: Doesn’t see the point to embellish what is already perfect, as is. She will not sit still like a piece of clay, waiting for a sculptor to add paint. She is a dragon. Her eyes gleam red with flames. Her hair shines gold. She thinks if her appearance is not pleasing enough, then she would say the problem is not with her, but with those who dare to look upon a queen.
Daemon: Not a chance. He likes to look a certain way, He has an image. He likes to be as masculine as possible. Makeup, nail polish, and anything feminine is a total no for him. He refuses to even think about being anyone's little pretty princess at least unless you bothered him enough about it.
Alicent: She'd probably be shocked, but she thinks she'd eventually let it happen. Just wants to make you happy, you know? I think it'd really only get weird if you insisted on doing it all the time and never letting her make the decision for herself.
Helena: Are we talking colorful eyeshadow that complements her natural features? Or are we talking a full face of makeup - foundation, contour, concealer - that transforms her into a whole new creature? Whatever you want to really try she’ll happily try as well, She’s willing to try it and you can make this into a beauty routine that you do together, trying out new products and styles until you both find something that you both love. This is an exciting opportunity to explore your creativity and express yourselves in a way that you've never done before!"
#aegon targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#jacaerys velaryon x reader#lucerys velaryon x reader#rhaenyra targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen x reader#alicent hightower x reader#Helena targaryen x reader#house of the dragon headcanon#house of the dragon hc#house of the dragon
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hiii, hello i'm in love with ur universe and wanted to do some brainstorming
how do u imagine the packs individual fashion styles? do you have some aesthetic or style in mind when writing each character going to work/uni/events etc, or is it up to imagination? like if each walked into a clothes store what's the first thing that would catch the eye of kit or natty for example
as always, take care of urself 💕
Helloo!<3 Ohh fun fun funn!
I do very much so have thoughts on this but I'm so curious to know what you guys think / have imagined??
You take care as well lovelyyy, and thank you for reading and dropping me a message xx
(edittt I had too many tags and it deleted all my hard workkk noooo)
-> I think I also had:
Izzy wears comfy shorts at home with no ulterior motives to showcase his thighs which the giants are obsessed with.
Nat <3 mittens
Nat has his warm aviator jacket for colder months - mans never getting rid of it shit was expensive when he had just one coin and one pistachio in his pocket
Liam probably wears the brightest colours - And loves his jumpers - Izzy also loves Liam's jumpers.
Kit's mission is to get everyone out of clothes at all times - he's anti fashion???
Izzy likes to dress the others up when there's a chance??
Nat <3 occasional nail polish whenever Lucy feels like it
Lime does top of the head ponytail sprout whenever his hair is long enough and needs to be off his face for work😭 - is that fashion?? - ehh its cute that's what it is
#It's definitely up to imagination#so anything goes really#there's certain things that come up every now and then in the series#Like Nizzy stealing clothes#but also all of them stealing everyones clothes??#(Except Izzy's for the most part bc hims tiny)#Lime in sportswear bc obvious reasons#comfy clothes at home!!#joggers and hoodies we cherish#Izzys jeans are torn at the knees#it's not just a fashion statement - it's skateboarding baby#Kitty in blacks and maroons#and lots of button ups - Nat also#Izzy likes those too#especially in oversized baby blue#combats/docs/boots for nat and kit#vans and sometimes converse for kit-nat & izzy#Lime just wears A Nice Sensible Shoe for Men#unless it's footy or running specific#He's in workout gear most of the time okay?? it's just practical and comfy lmao#Also he gets most of it through work so#Kit wears sunglasses when its bright out#and looks like a smug wanker but also hot so the others allow it#Liam is also hot in his posh PR suit get up#Izzy wears beanies sometimes#Nat wears Izzys beanies sometimes#that hair needs help at times yanno?#Kit can be a bit emo when it comes to his fashion#nat n his legs look like a “chic french model” or whatever it was that Kit was yapping about when they first saw him#izzy can be a bit punky but its mostly the way he carries himself 🤺💖
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do you have any headcanons for the Belcher family?
SORRY IT TOOK ME LIKE 50 YEARS TO ANSWER THIS writers block or whatever. I will give u a few each because i like thinking about these characters :)
bob
he is a big fan of 70s and 80s dad rock music and some queer culture music from that era like freddie mercury and cyndi lauper (that he listened to a decent amount growing up next to a gay bar). when the kids were younger he would sing to them in their highchair etc while he was cooking dinner and dance with them, louise and tina were not huge fans of his music however lol louise ends up enjoying more kpop/alt/punk rock music and tina likes upbeat pop music. gene definitely shares his dads music taste tho!! they go to concerts together when gene is a little older
pete (regular at big bob's diner and owner of the gay bar next door) was bob's first gay crush as a kid. kinda stressful bcuz he was coming of age Directly during the aids crisis and having an older queer male figure in his life really helped. he also had a weird gay situationship with one of his nerdy guy friends from high school and they did some..... experimenting together 👀
he has movie nights w/ each of his kids!! he usually watches hawk and chick movies with louise, western movies with gene (or really stupid high school comedy movies like pitch perfect. at gene's request) and basically Whatever romantic comedy or horsegirl movie of the week that tina chooses. he honestly loves all of them bcuz they remind him of his kids personalities and interests <3 these happen usually three to four times a month and he'll let the kids stay up later (until 10pm or 11pm) to watch with him, but they usually fall asleep on his lap before the end of the movie
he let tina and gene give him makeovers when they were younger with mom's old makeup etc. he mostly did it for their sake but he really did enjoy wearing the nail polish, I think he'd look good in black nail polish if he didnt have to wash his hands 500 times a day working in the restaurant. he's very into the alt rock and roll style and aesthetic in theory if not in actual presentation
in his heart he's a punkrocker in reality he is a middle aged dad wearing old tshirts stained with ketchup
linda
when louise was younger (before she could shower/bathe herself) linda was the ONLY person she'd ever let wash or brush her hair when her ears weren't on. linda still gives louise her (very very) occasional haircuts so that her hair doesn't become TOO unmanageable, and she brushes louise hair sometimes just for fun :) louise is the one she always sings the harry truman song to because louise thought it was funny when she was younger
linda's dad taught her how to ride a bike when she was a kid but by the time that gayle was old enough to learn their dad wasn't really. interested in doing that stuff anymore lol. so linda taught gayle how to ride her bike!!! it didn't go super well and there were lots of bruises and tears involved over a four day period, but it's some of gayle and linda's happiest memories together. linda stepped in a lot for gayle when their parents wouldn't put in the effort
linda was actually involved in A LOT of sports when she was growing up!! she was on the school basketball team and did some soccer and track extracurriculars. she was a bit of a jock and she still enjoys playing sports on the rare occasion she gets the chance w/ one of her kids (but she is sliiightly too compeitive). louise is the only belcher kid who is any good at athletic stuff but she isn't super into team sports. she'll play occasionally with linda at the park though. she's also the only belcher family member who can handle linda's competitive spirit, including bob
tina:
started wearing glasses at like five months old bcuz she's farsighted and genuinely couldnt see ANYTHING lol. there exist very few pictures or videos of her as a baby before she got glasses (her infancy was also somewhat chaotic due to the newly opened restaurant and everything so not a lot of time for photos) when gene and louise find a few in an old photo album its GENUINELY like they found a previously lost artifact from ancient egpyt. they've seen tina without her glasses obvs but this was tina BEFORE her glasses!!!! wow!!!
she enjoys cooking w/ bob even though she isn't a particularly good cook. she's anxious around stoves and other appliances which is most of the problem but she also doesn't have a natural talent for it 😭. she helps bob cook dinner sometimes and when she was younger she helped with cooking a special mother's day breakfast for linda (gene and louise were too little to help out)
tina loves both her parents equally but she prefers spending time w/ bob more than linda bcuz he matches her energy level better. they're both anxious kinda quiet and introverted people (tina obviously got most of her personality from bob) so she just likes hanging out with him and going on errands together. tina has a special place in bob's heart too as his oldest child and his firstborn, so they really do love spending the day together whenever possible
gene
when tina is in high school and gene and louise are still attending wagstaff, gene will take his allowance and take louise out to get ice cream after school at least once a week bcuz there isn't anyone around to tell them not to. they both enjoy the time they spend together <3 louise really misses this ritual when gene goes off to high school but they still do go out for ice cream occasionally. and it's only a few dollars but gene likes feeling like he's providing for louise in some way as a Big Brother and spoiling her (even if she pays for their ice cream days maybe half the time)
gene's seperation anxiety is actually A LOT worse when he's without his sisters than when he's without his parents. he can deal w/ a few nights without his parents there but he genuinely does not like being seperated from his sisters for more than a few hours. it's really hard for him & he worries about them so much. luckily there's rarely any reason for them to be apart, and he's a middle child so he'll always be going to the same school as one of them
he thinks bob gives the best hugs out of everyone in the family :) 2nd place goes to tina. sorry linda
louise
she likes drawing!! she wouldnt call herself an artist and she's not exactly trying to be good at art anyway, but she has her desk w/ her crayons and paper and sometimes she scribbles for fun or to express her feelings. she does this on her schoolwork too which makes ms labonz angry but she will admit louise is pretty funny and good at cartoons
she'll be a HUGE anime and kpop fan when she's older but not like stan twitter kpop fans. she'll unironically take pride in her favorite manga being an underrated cult classic from the 80s underground japan scene or whatever. nobody else in her family 100% gets it but tina will watch naturo and one piece with her even though she finds them a little bit boring and hard to follow. tina likes the anime boys
when she's bored in class she draws tattoos on herself in pen/sharpie and when other kids see what she's doing they want her to draw on their arms too. she charges a quarter for each person she tattoos, and she had a decent business going until the teachers shut it down and warned her about ink posioning. SIGH. she'll probably get real tattoos when she turns 18
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How do you understand the part where he talks about clothes, jewelry and make-up and being bothered by people assuming those men who wear them are gay?
I read it as stating that all these things: make-up, hairstyles, clothes, jewellery have no gender or sexuality. But I saw some comments about him having internalized homophobia. And since I don't understand Swedish, I can't decide what is more likely here
Short answer: I agree with your interpretation.
Long answer:
Omar came out in Sweden 2019 and it is general knowledge that he is not straight. He answered questions on that people often asks if he is a boy or a girl and if he was bothered by it. He then said that he is not but he gets tired of getting questions on his gender identity and sexual orientation. This was 2019. And the questions are still coming. And he also asks why people should know his orientation just for the sake of knowing and that he doesn’t want to put a label on himself. He is out and proud. Some have the need to be specific and define themselves to the public and others don’t. This topic is not news in Sweden regarding him. He doesn’t have to address it. The interviewer have focus on him as a person and what he does. It’s not focus on his sexual orientation or gender identity. Or Israel- Palestine for that matter for the people that criticize him for not talking about that.
This part in the interview a few people react on is mentioned when they discuss his development and that he had a period where he was lost in life and tried to find his way. I actually asked some other people when it was published if people will now try to misinterpret this part. People said that “no it’s clear” but we also concluded that people who wants to pick on him will take the chance to twist it and pick on him as always. And now a few obviously do. I looked up some comments (still just a few comments are negative) and it’s quite clear that it is people with an agenda that have a history of negative comments.
Twitter is tiring since it’s one liners and short texts. People take one sentence out of its context. Twist words and make the narrative they want to make. It’s not nuanced. And some just want to drag him.
He says two things:
make-up is for everyone and not only an option or only considered for people who defines themselves in specific ways. As you said, it doesn’t have gender or sexual orientation. And men should be able to wear it without people automatically assuming their sexuality or gender.
He also express in the interview that he is now more secure of who he is and dare to express himself as he wants to and is not ashamed of who he is and how he expresses himself. He also address his hair style in the interview. See below.
My friends and I started trying different types of clothes. We played music and fixed ourselves up. Some tried to put on makeup and nail polish. I really experimented. Those who are not in the know immediately think that a guy who wears make-up is gay or transgender - that bothers me. Make-up should not have to have an orientation, it should be for everyone. Now I wear black eyeliner when I feel like it without being ashamed.
Playing with expressions became a way to find his way home to his inner self and the fact that Omar was named Best Dressed Man of the Year by the magazine Café this spring is something of a receipt for that.
I have realized that I have to feel comfortable, stable and free with who I am if I am to be able to move forward in life.
He runs his hand through his slightly wavy hair and walks over to the mirror to get ready for the photo shoot.
- I would never have dared to have it this way a few years ago. Thankfully, I am much more confident in myself now.
You're not as lost anymore?
- No, I have grown a lot in recent years and now I feel stable enough to take myself forward in life. But I'm probably not quite there yet, the journey continues …
He states he is now confident and comfortable with who he is and how he express himself and that he, as all of us keeps in developing. It’s beautiful that he shares his journey, his insecurities and views and his development with us. Just tiring that people want to twist his words and use it against him. I wonder if those people have always been super secure and confident in expressing themselves as they want and break norms without blinking. Omar gets a lot of shit for the way he breaks norms. And he has been doing it and experimenting in the public eye. And he has always been honest about who he is. Be grateful he is open and shares his journey. They made a thing of the eyeliner in the article. The heading is even “Now I wear black eyeliner whenever I feel like it”.
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People like to gift Joanie clothes. Joanie should move in with Silver because Silver will buy her all the cutest clothes and actually have enough space for all of them and would have the time to lounge and enjoy a show of seeing Joanie wear them all...and ruin them all. Which she probably complains about but half the time doesn't actually mind. Only if someone else ruined them she would actually get pissed.
Absolutely. Joanie my tomboy princess.
(Just a quick note, I’ve been very much pondering fem Silver, who likes to be called sir and daddy by Johnny🙌 straight up making that boy her firecracker 50’s housewife and probably inviting John/Joan over to marvel at him all dressed up like a Barbie even though they can’t touch—it’s easy to tell his clothes were picked, but he doesn’t seem to hate it—and he’s even more of a spitfire than when Kreese last saw him.)
(I’m gonna say “they” for Silver because I can’t pick whether I want them as boy Silver or fem Silver.)
Silver is good at handling women, at least the ones that don’t see through their bullshit.
The problem is that they like the feisty ones. The ones that will bite but still look like Monroe attempting to seduce innocently. The ones with a backbone.
Joanie’s all those things. Exactly what they like, and then some.
Joanie can live a rough and tough life, get dirt under her shiny fingernails and get bruises the size of a crater, grit her teeth to show she can take it. She can carry men twice her size on her back. She can take care of herself physically (questionable) and do it all without a single complaint because she’s always trying to prove herself and prove that she’s not a nuisance—you don’t have to scream at her to be better; she’s doing her best. She can kick your ass and your father’s too.
But she also loves sheets as silky as her beautiful hair. She loves wearing makeup on days that she isn’t dressing like the skater boys she hung out with when her Cobras were busy, when she puts her hair up and takes off her nail polish, makes the only girly thing about her be the black thong Silver bought her hidden in her cargo pants. She loves hot bubble baths with rose petals scattered about and fancy-lit candles surrounding her like she’s a goddess worthy of an alter.
She has a room-sized closet to hold her contrasting styles. She has a tub fit to hold three people in a bathroom filled with every product she could ask for. She has a California king fitted with inky black Egyptian cotton sheets and another sateen set waiting for her when she wants a new feeling sliding on her soft skin.
Not to mention the tall beauty that sleeps on them with her, who brings her a tea in the morning with a “Good morning, pretty girl”. The one that has a masseuse nearby but insists on massaging her themself.
She went from being a lonely, poor little girl to an abused, rich girl who hardly could enjoy the money when it came at such a price, when it came with immense anxiety due to who it came from.
But she learned to manipulate quickly. She learned she had her mother’s beauty with her own unique edge to it that she could use on men and women alike. She got her dough.
Silver is similar in that way. There are a lot of things they bond over.
People bought Joanie gifts without her asking, simply to get a chance to see their own decorations on such a cute girl. Snooty, high class people with piled up secrets to share with her once she’s made them comfortable and they’ve had a little too much chardonnay.
They had no idea what a troublemaking minx she really was.
But she’s happier than ever as Silver’s girl.
Silver does expect things from her, of course they do, but nothing Joanie doesn’t enjoy. Nothing she wasn’t already craving the day she saw Terry (gender neutral name wahooooo). She doesn't always enjoy the sadism but boy can she take it.
She has to behave, to an extent. with them at the very least. Get on her knees and say “yes, sir/ma’am/master/sensei” when told to. Open her legs when large hands snake up her thighs or a tongue slithers into her, a smooth voice cooing at her.
All she needs to do is be a good girl for them. She doesn’t have to be very behaved in any other place since Silver could buy out any prison, any judge, anyone for her. Just be good for them.
Though Terry loves a pushback and it’s clear that once a brat, always a brat—because their dearest still runs her mouth quite a bit when they aren’t in the bedroom—especially on days she wears black/red/purple lingerie. On days she wants it hard.
(another trick is to spark that possessiveness in Silver and bring up Danielle/Daniel, everything she used to think about them, how she wondered what they’d feel like inside her. Bring up Kreese and their thick fingers, ask Terry if they can tell her how they felt. Maybe not necessarily because she actually wants to know, but because it always works in getting her spanked and drilled into sobs.)
Joanie knows Terry loves to give up control sometimes as well—not nearly as often as they love to make her writhe and whimper, but enough to make Joanie feel special that they would ever show that side to her.
She’ll guide them sweetly as they lap at her cunt, brush their long hair with her fingers, grind down on their beautiful face while giggling at their polite and proper way of speaking when they’re in that submissive mindset, all “I would like to [blank], ma’am” and “May I please?”
Or Joanie’ll wrap their hair around her hand and shove their face into it, order them to show it some love, kiss it . Then she’ll push them down later and lick their cock/clit until they’re dripping sweat on her and squeezing their eyes shut. It’s really fun to overstimulate them. They’re not just a sadist, but a masochist too.
Joanie’s much softer in her pink/blue/concubine gold lingerie.
a lot quicker to slink her way into Silver’s lap and allow herself to be needy.
And it isn’t just lingerie that dictates these mood shifts. She also has skirts, designer purses, dresses (summer, mini, sheath, blazer dresses, every style), and so so so much jewlery. Doesn't even cover her boyish clothes.
Terry has ruined many garments, they can always buy her something newer and even better than before.
How can they not devour their darling when they see her all prettied up and confident? or acting demure with her flower already dripping? (which Terry loves; that sweet, glassy-eyed, blushed deliciously hot shyness that Joanie falls into gets them going like crazy.)
There are a number of reasons to workout, and one of them is how easily they can rip off Joanie's clothing. (And that their riding hood likes to lounge and watch them do their entire set while drinking a beer, sometimes likes to bathe almost their entire body with her tongue like a cat before they jump in the roomy shower for even wetter action.)
Or they’ll just tear the crotch area so they can continue to enjoy the sight of her in the attire while they fuck her stupid.
On every single surface and in front of every painting.
Other times, Terry lets her keep just her jewlery on so they can hear it all jingle when they’re pounding her good, staring at the way it looks on her. They get the most fixated on Joanie’s bracelets.
It’s a true win-win.
Now all they need is to have a child and build a legacy when Joanie decides she’s ready.
(Yes I face claimed Sheryl Lee as Maddy in this specific picture as Miss Silver. I think Joanie gives off Laura vibes though—maybe I just love Sheryl.)
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a breakdown of opev reg’s style evolution because i felt like talking about it :)
PART 1: OGNI PARTE E VIVA🍊
in opev, regulus didn’t truly develop a sense of style yet. he was still trying to figure himself out, and figure out a way to express that in ways he was comfortable.
regulus mostly dressed for comfort in opev.
in the warm seasons, he’d wear a lot of loose button ups and t-shirts, shorts or swim trunks. he most of the time wore a pair of converse, and sometimes sunglasses. in the colder seasons, he wore standard cold weather things like sweaters, jeans, gloves, hats, etc etc. he also rewears outfits often.
there were times where he would show some of his personality in his outfits. the things he truly did style were: his hair, his jewelry (namely the star of david necklace), and the occasional band t-shirt. his clothes usually are cool tones, such as blues and cool greens, as well as neutrals like white and black. outside of those things, he dressed pretty generically.
i feel his style reflects the music he listened to at the time. opev regulus was on the new wave train from the start, being a fan of the talking heads and joy division early in their careers. while joy divison was dark in tone, talking heads was relatively upbeat and a more familiar band to regulus as they’d been around longer than joy division.
my inspirations for his outfits was, very unsurprisingly, elio from call me by your name. although i did stray away from the polo shirts, because i didn’t think opev regulus would really wear those. i wanted to keep a sense of put togetherness despite his lack of personal style by having him wear loose button ups a lot and take care of his hair.
there is only one instance in opev where regulus has a chance to dress up a little bit, and that’s when he and james go to an art gallery. regulus wears a button up shirt, jeans, and a jean jacket.
good elio references i looked at a lot for opev:
PART 2: TEMPS SANS FIN🌃
i know we haven’t dived too much into the sequel yet, but oh boy do i have plans for his fashion there.
between opev and tsf, regulus has developed a true sense of self and a sense of fashion of his own. part of that was from his experiences in university, where he dated a musician named chiara who got him more into the new wave/goth music scene. another part was simply him getting older and living independently.
in the 70s regulus dressed for necessity and with a vague new wave influence, and in the 80s he expanded on that a bit.
i’d describe his 80s style as predominately new wave with a bit of goth and new romantics thrown in there.
he has kept with his loose button ups, but has traded his converse for boots and began to experiment a little more with accessories. necklaces, rings, and yes even earrings and nail polish have made their way into his outfits. he’s also began to use makeup, albeit just a little, when it comes to his eyes, reminiscent of the goth and new romantics influences he’s gathered.
his hair has changed over the years, and he’s started doing a variation of the wavy pompadour/elephant trunk hairstyle popular among the new wave scene as well as more mainstream scenes. i imagine the hairstyle to be a bit like duckie’s from pretty in pink, but mostly like elio’s hair in the epilogue of cmbyn.
as i said for part 1, music greatly inspires opev regulus’s style. in the 80s, his edge of goth and new romantics comes from the music he started listening to. he leaned more into goth in the 80s with his love for bands such as the cure (at least early the cure), depeche mode, bauhaus, echo & the bunnymen, and the smiths— he also kept up his love for joy division, while his passion for talking heads faded a bit as they wandered more into pop territory.
inspirations i have for regulus include: john taylor, steve jansen, a little bit of john koviak and robert smith, but heavy with the john taylor
photo inspo (most of which are john taylor. i’m sorry. his outfits are just almost exactly what i picture reg wearing in the 80s.)
#i hope there aren’t spelling mistakes here bc i won’t fix them#fic: ogni parte è viva (every part is alive)#fic: temps sans fin (time without end)
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WIP- Character Info
Will go back and finish this when I have a chance, but I saw @snarkyelf and @cherebun do this and wanted to do one for Codex as well since I STILL haven't gotten around to getting all of his bio info typed up and in the same place lol
×—ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ—×
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Codex Locke
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): birth name: Visha Lenzkya
Nicknames: Dex, Dexy (only by his lovers), Crime Bun, Does ‘you little shit’ count as a nickname?
ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ(ꜱ): none
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ: Male, He/Him (though he doesn’t mind dressing ‘feminine’ on occasion)
ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Viera
(Fun fact: he’s half Veena, half Rava. His character has traits that pull inspiration from a mix of Irish and various Indian cultures)
ᴀɢᴇ: 27 (he’s not *entirely* sure of this fact)
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅ���ʏ: The 7th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon (7/7)
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ: He’s not fully sure, but he believes that the tribe is somewhere on the southeastern side Skatay Range, north of the Golmore Jungle
×—ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ—×
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6’1
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: Almost on the unhealthy side of thin, though his height makes him look more noodle-y than he actually is.
ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Long and lean, like a dancer or aerialist. Very slender and flexible, but still has a surprising amount of functional strength.
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Dark auburn with black markings
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Emerald green
ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ: Fairly tan in comparison to the rest of the Veena tribe he grew up in, warm toned with faint freckles that become more obvious when he spends any amount of time in the sun
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ: none
ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: He has a pretty noticeable scar across his left eye and much fainter scars along his forearms due to his experience with close-range combat.
ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: none
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 🇺🇳🇮🇶🇺🇪 ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: He almost always wears black nail polish and kohl eyeliner. He also has a belly button piercing and recently had his nipples pierced as well.
ᴄʟᴇᴀɴʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ / ɢʀᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ: Left to his own devices, Codex is a mess. Not in a rotten food or trash kind of way, but in a ‘function over form’ kind of way. He’s not the type to put away a project that he’s working on when he knows he’s just going to have to get everything out again later. He doesn’t see the point of the additional work. As far as grooming is concerned, Codex is vain but also lazy. He keeps his hair short because it’s easier to care for and keeps his nail polish etc. touched up because it’s just easier to do it that way than it is to have to re-do it all at once. He regularly sleeps in his eyeliner (in his mind, he’s blind in one eye anyway. Plus, he’s just going to put it back on in the morning) At home, he’s the type to wear enough that he wouldn’t have to face a potential intruder completely naked, but he’s definitely gone multiple days wearing the same pajama pants. His closet, however, is immaculate. He takes good care of his clothing, predominantly because it’s more work to iron and style clothing than it is to have to fix everything any time you decide on a new outfit than it is to just put it away correctly to begin with.
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Black, white, reds, sometimes other jewel tones. Either on the dressy side of casual (white dress shirt, black vests, skinny ties etc) or the slightly slutty side of punk (black leather pants, doc martins, fishnets, crop tops etc)
ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ: Not usually one for consistent accessories (save for his collar)
×—ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ—×
ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇꜱ: None that he’s encountered so far.
ɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Nothing chronic, he tends to be fairly healthy overall.
ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ: He’s pretty much fully blind in his left eye.
ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟꜱ: Obnoxious. He’s the kind of individual who always *has* to be doing SOMETHING or else he may spontaneously combust.
ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Atrocious. He is a free food king. He will raid his sister’s fridge for leftovers or take home food from work that was either sent back by a customer or going to be thrown out for the expiration date. He’s not a particularly picky eater, though he doesn’t really care for sweets. He’s a vegetarian by choice, but won’t usually turn down meat outright.
ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Even worse. He finds sleep ‘inconvenient’ and regularly works until he simply passes out from sheer exhaustion. Because of this, he can sleep anywhere and under virtually any conditions.
ꜰɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ: Codex is functionally fit. He’s trained predominantly as a stealth fighter. He’s got exceptional stamina and flexibility, but he wouldn’t be considered ‘physically strong’ by most people’s standards.
×—ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ—×
ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ / ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ: Ambivert. He finds people ‘interesting’ and he actually enjoys ‘putting on a show’ when he goes out, but run out his social battery and he WILL hurt your feelings. He is very much the type that needs a certain amount of ‘me time’ or he will start to get extremely pissy with those around him.
ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ: Flirty, Clever, Mischievous, Reckless, Playful, Quick-Witted, Observant, Slightly Cocky... and just your standard pain in the ass more often than not.
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Playful, but usually pretty damn blunt.
ɢᴏᴀʟꜱ / ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ: Dex is very much ‘not here for a long time, but here for a good time.’ He doesn’t have any huge, overarching life goals but he wants to feel alive in the moment. He doesn’t want to make into old age having never ‘done anything.’ He lives for adventure and challenge and enjoying the moment. Will probably end up with “it was worth it” as his last words.
ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇꜱ: ha. Hahahahh. Very, very few. Bun is a con artist, a thief, and a former sex worker. He doesn’t have many of the ‘traditional virtues’, but he does have a few self-imposed rules that he lives by: ‘Don’t kick someone when they’re down’ (he won’t steal from someone just because something made them an ‘easy target’), ‘You always protect kids’, and ‘Life is too short to be boring’ to name a few.
ꜰʟᴀᴡꜱ: The whole bun? He’s extremely emotionally guarded. He avoids relationships like the plague (he has no idea how he’s engaged.) He’s hot-tempered and stubborn. He’s a smoker and has a bit of a gambling problem…
ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ: Calm under Pressure, Curious, Highly Intelligent, Charismatic (at least, when he wants to be), Protective, Independent
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Easily Bored, Impulsive, Risk Taker,Stand-offish, Stubborn, Hot-Tempered, and maybe just a little dramatic
ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: Being hurt emotionally/losing someone after letting them get too close.
Clowns/puppets/dolls (he can’t read their expressions/body language and finds them unsettling)
Mildly claustrophobic (he doesn’t necessarily mind small *spaces* but hates feeling trapped)
ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ: He likes to know how things work (including what makes people tick.) He’s fascinated by new technology. He has a strong fondness for playing cards.
Qᴜɪʀᴋꜱ / ᴛɪᴄꜱ: He’s left-handed, but you would only know it if you spent enough time around him. He spent a very long time learning to be equally proficient with his right. He won’t usually allow someone that he doesn’t trust pretty deeply to stand directly to his left. He’s blind in that eye and doesn’t like the feeling of having someone *just* out of his peripheral vision. He gets headaches from extended time in bright lights and has poor depth perception as well due to the damage to his left eye.
He’s surprisingly superstitious.
He very rarely refers to anyone by their actual name. Coworkers and such become things ‘boss’, ‘bud’ or ‘mate’; customers become ‘friend’ or ‘love’; causual flirting or love interests become ‘dearheart’, ‘my sweet’, or ‘darling’. Even his lovers and his ferret have little pet names.
ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ: If I write that, they wouldn’t be secret.
ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ: Never knowing what happened to his biological sister…or his adoptive father. Not saving his adopted sister from abuse—he didn’t know what her captors were planning to do to her, but he still blames himself anyway.
×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪ—×
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Visha Lenskya He was very close to his mother as a child, but feels *deeply* betrayed by her alerting the tribal matriarch that she suspected that he was male despite knowing what kind of life that meant for him. He hasn’t seen or spoken to her since he was forced to leave his tribe—and he doesn’t care to.
ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: His biological father is unknown. His mother told him that he was Rava and that he and his younger sister share the same father, but that’s about all he knows about him.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ(ꜱ): John Orville Locke—mentor and adoptive father. Took Codex in after he ran away from his tribe due to abuse. He was an eccentric inventor and nurtured Codex’s natural curiosity and intelligence. Unfortunately, they were separated when the exploratory research vessel they were on was taken hostage by pirates. Codex was forced to stay on as ‘crew’ while Mr. Locke and his adopted sister Alice were left in the nearest port. Based on conversations with Alice, Dex is under the impression that he is deceased. But, he doesn’t know that for sure.
ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ(ꜱ): biological younger sister, Priska Lenskya. Priska is unusually close in age to Codex and the two looked remarkably similar as young children and were often mistaken for twins. He still loves her and misses her dearly, but he tries not to think about it. He hopes that she met a better fate than he did.
Adopted sister: Alice Lynx (formerly Genevieve Alice Locke) his mentor’s daughter, about 5 years older than Codex. He didn’t consider her to be his ‘sister’ until they were reunited as adults. They are *extremely* close and she is one of the few people who are allowed to call Dex out on his shit.
ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ: ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: ——
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ: ——
×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪɪ—×
ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ / ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Pansexual. Having spent most of his childhood as an ambiguous gender, he doesn’t really ‘get’ having a preference for one gender over another. Having said that, he does seem to gravitate towards men.
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: engaged to Cheren Viauxcour and Laure Sombremont
ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ: —pending—-
ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ/ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ(ꜱ):
ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ: his sister Alice and both of his fiancés
ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ: too many to list
ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀꜱ/���ᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇꜱ: OOC: bun is currently between jobs, IC: he has a handful of coworkers that he’s friendly with.
ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ: He doesn’t have any ‘actual’ rivals, but he is naturally very competitive about almost everything.
ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ: Most of them are unnamed at this point, but IC he’s got a handful of people who have treated him very poorly in his past.
×—ʟɪꜰᴇꜱᴛʏʟᴇ—×
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: uh… ‘self-employed’? His choices of employment are questionable at best…
On paper, he’s a skilled blackjack dealer, a respectable bartender and isn’t opposed to sex work. Off the record, he’s a conman and a thief who appreciates a good challenge.
ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ: He can pretty consistently ‘pass’ for most classes because of his choice of profession and life experience, but Dex himself is definitely on the lower end of the class scale.
ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Codex has absolutely ZERO *formal* education. Everything that he knows is either from life experience, from his mentor’s teaching, or from things that he has taught himself.
ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ: Currently couch surfing in his sister Alice’s apartment, though he hasn’t been spending much time there recently. Him and his fiancés are in the process of moving in together as soon as they can find a suitable place.
ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: He plays the violin (he *learned* piano as well, but he doesn’t really play), he enjoys a good game of chess. He’s a fan of multiple card games (both playing and dealing) and gambles more often than he should. He is extremely curious and inquisitive by nature and regularly learns new things just because he can.
ᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ: Dex is a smoker. He drinks and gambles more than he really should. He’s a chronic insomniac — partly due to his caffeine addiction.
ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: He’s been arrested more than once…
ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: goes through money like water (when he has it.)
ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ: He’s on the loner end of the spectrum. He needs to have a few people that he feels like he’s close to. But, as long as that need is met, he tends to ‘do his own thing’ more often than not. He has no problem with being alone, especially when he’s working on something.
ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ: nope.
×—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ—×
ꜰᴏᴏᴅꜱ: His favorite food is strawberries. They were a rare treat for him as a child and he has always associated them with happy memories. He likes spicy foods and is a vegetarian by choice. He loves a good cup of tea, especially Chai or Earl Grey. His alcoholic drink of choice is red wine.
He’s not a big fan of foods or drinks that are overly sweet.
ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ: His favorite color is red. He developed a fondness for playing cards in his teens that has stayed with him through adulthood and the vast majority of his possessions are black, white, and red because of it.
ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ:
ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ:
ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ:
ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ:
ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ:
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ:
×—ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ—×
ᴊᴏʙ / ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ:
ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(ꜱ):
ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ:
ᴍᴇʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:
ʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:
ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:
ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:
ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:
×—ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ—×
ᴘᴇᴛꜱ / ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ:
ᴘʀɪᴢᴇᴅ / ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ:
ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ:
ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ:
ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ:
ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ:
ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ:
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Levi Ackerman - Daddy-cember
initial message: Levi stood by the doorway, his piercing gray eyes scanning {{user}} from head to toe. A sly grin played on his lips as he took in their risqué outfit, appreciating every curve and contour. He couldn't help but voice his thoughts, his voice blunt and filled with a teasing edge.
"Well, well, look at you," he remarked, his gaze lingering on {{user}}'s choice of attire. "Going for the 'turn heads and raise eyebrows' look tonight, huh? Can't say I mind, though. You clean up real nice, sweetheart."
Levi approached, closing the distance between {{user}} with a confident stride. His fingers lightly traced along the exposed skin, a mischievous smirk on his face.
"You know, you could wear a potato sack, and I'd still think you're the sexiest damn thing in the room," he admitted, his tone gravelly as he wraps his arms around {{user}} from behind, nipping at their earlobe playfully. "But this… this is something else. Just remember, I don't mind the attention you're gonna get. Let 'em look. I'll be right here, ready to knock some sense into anyone who thinks they can mess with you. After all, what's the point of being able to fight if I can't show off a bit for my babe?" scenario: {{char}} and {{user}} are getting ready for a night on the town, heading to their favorite upscale nightclub. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Levi Ackerman. {{char}} is 25 years old. {{char}} is 6'1" (YES I AM MAKING LEVI TALL BECAUSE ISAYAMA DID HIM DIRTY). {{char}} has short, straight black hair styled in an undercut curtain, as well as narrow, intimidating dull gray eyes with dark circles under them and a deceptively youthful face. {{char}}'s physique is well-developed in musculature, and he loves flaunting that by manhandling {{user}} any chance he gets. {{char}} is a mixed martial artist that is slowly growing in popularity and gaining traction. {{char}} is new to the fighting scene but is incredibly talent and hasn't lost a fight yet, which has people paying attention to him more and more. The more popular that {{char}} gets, the more he appreciates {{user}} for keeping him grounded. {{char}} is incredibly popular with women now that he's in the spotlight thanks to his handsome appearance, but he only has eyes for {{user}} and loves to flaunt them. {{char}} credits all his success to {{user}}'s love, and says that it keeps him going in every interview that he does before or after a fight. {{char}} often wears black tank tops and 5" inseam shorts because he has a tattoo on his right thigh that he loves to show off. {{char}} also has tattoos that cover his arms. {{char}} wears small, silver hoop earrings in both ears. {{char}} takes his personal appearance and hygiene very seriously, always clean and well-kept. One of {{char}}'s favorite dates to go on with {{user}} is to get their nails done- he likes getting manicures and pedicures with {{user}}, though he'll never get colors on his nails, he just gets clear polish. {{char}} also gets his body hair waxed to stay smooth for wresting. {{char}} always smells good, like mahogany teakwood.
{{char}} is described as a "clean freak" by those who know him personally as he prefers his environment and himself to be spotlessly clean. As such, his home with {{user}} is always spotless- the best way to make {{char}} happy is to have the home clean for him when he gets home. {{char}} is not very approachable. {{char}} rarely shows emotion to others, giving a cold impression. {{char}}'s manner of speaking tends to be very blunt, even insulting, and his comments are often coarse or inappropriate. {{char}} is not above provoking or belittling those who oppose or irritate him. {{char}}'s sense of humor tends toward the vulgar, insulting, and dark. All of this makes {{char}} unsettling to most people. {{char}}'s obedience and compliance is strictly limited to individuals he respects, and he has no problem showing open disdain for authority from anyone outside of his circle. {{char}} has a strong sense of morality and empathy. With {{user}}, {{char}} melts inside. {{user}} is {{char}}'s baby- he loves them to death and loves to dote on them. {{char}} is what is known as a doberman boyfriend, meaning that he is bigger, and more physically capable to protect {{user}}, yet is loyal, accommodating, and love-sick over them. {{char}} is fiercely protective over {{user}}, and yet, he loves seeing how confident they are and will always support their outfit choices, even if they're risqué, because he knows he can protect them if needed. {{char}} absolutely worships the ground that {{user}} walks on, and is very clingy toward them- he loves physical touch when it's with {{user}}. {{char}} has a very playful personality around {{user}}, and loves teasing, joking and banter with {{user}}. {{char}} loves cooking and providing for {{user}}. {{char}} can sometimes be a bit hot-headed, but nothing can manage to calm him down quite like {{user}}. {{char}} doesn't have any family that he speaks to, so {{user}} and {{user}}'s family are his family. {{char}} loves calling {{user}} pet names like kitten, babe, sweets, etc.
{{char}} has a very high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} is pansexual. {{char}} enjoys going multiple rounds with {{user}} if they let him, yet he's mindful of whether {{user}} is tired or needs to rest. {{char}} enjoys extremely rough and intense sex, yet he always ensures that there's a sweet and loving element to it. {{char}} is very well-endowed, with a cock of 25cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} is dominant in bed, but he'll do whatever {{user}} wants him to, including being submissive. {{char}} loves praising {{user}} in bed, calling them good girl/boy. {{char}} enjoys when {{user}} sits on his face. {{char}} loves biting and marking {{user}}, enjoying leaving hickies behind, especially on their inner thighs. {{char}} loves fucking {{user}} from behind and pulling their hair, but he always puts {{user}}'s comfort first. {{char}} enjoys receiving oral sex from {{user}} and giving it. {{char}} is very loud and vocal during sex. {{char}} is possessive. {{char}} enjoys spanking {{user}} during sex. {{char}} speaks extremely explicitly when having sex, cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char}} uses the terms 'tits' and 'pussy' instead of breasts or vagina. {{char}} uses the terms 'cock' and 'dick' instead of penis. {{char}} loves nipple-play, and likes leaving hickies near or on {{user}}'s nipples. {{char}} also enjoys {{user}}'s ass regardless of gender, often grabbing and cupping it. {{char}} loves spitting in {{user}}'s mouth, and will often command them to "open up" and "swallow", finding it to be a huge turn-on. {{char}} knows his cock is big and likes to brag. {{char}} loves making {{user}} cry during sex and enjoys overstimulating {{user}}, he thinks they look so beautiful when they're all fucked out and teary-eyed.
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Double Vision
*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*
Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses
CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times
LUCIFER
Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.
He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.
Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.
"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."
He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.
His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.
Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.
But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.
If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.
"Lucifer?"
He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.
"Did you come here for something?"
Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."
You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."
Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.
You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."
MAMMON
Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.
He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."
Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!
Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."
He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.
"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.
You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"
Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"
You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"
Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."
You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"
"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.
A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.
LEVIATHAN
Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.
He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.
Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.
Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"
Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.
As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.
Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!
"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!
"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.
The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"
He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."
You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"
As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.
SATAN
Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.
Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.
It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.
He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.
He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.
He blinked.
He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.
Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.
Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"
You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."
Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."
ASMODEUS
Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.
Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.
You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.
But you were also wearing glasses.
Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.
You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"
Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.
You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."
The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.
Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."
You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.
Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."
BEELZEBUB
Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.
He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.
Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.
He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.
He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.
His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.
You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.
"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.
Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"
Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.
You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."
The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.
He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."
BELPHEGOR
Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.
He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.
Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.
You weren't awake after all.
You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.
Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.
He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.
"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."
*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*
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hi ! i have a request, do you think you'd be able to do headcanons of all the dps characters and how they'd react to an afab reader who has more of a gothic and/or punk style? like dyed hair, piercings, dark makeup, etc. that would be sick
i love this -
headcannons of how the dead poets would react
Neil : will stand up for anyone making fun of someone for dressing up; has no tolerance for hatred and will immediately drop someone if they’re even slightly rude about it
- very enthusiastic about asking questions about the style and why they gravitated towards that style specifically
- has asked to try on clothes before but never showed anyone once he was in them ( he was to embarrassed to show anyone else but he did tell her he liked how they looked)
Todd : isn’t affected by it but will compliment the outfits every chance he gets
- he has asked if dressing differently makes them feel more insecure or afraid of other peoples judgements, but slowly understood that it doesn’t really matter what other people think ( thinking for himself helped him be more confident in the end and actually get with neil)
- has helped with picking out outfits when asked what colors go best with what
Charlie : finds the style incredibly interesting and mesmerizing, but would whole-heartedly make fun of someone for it (all in good nature of course)
- none of the outfits phase him anymore, it’s only when they aren’t dressed up is he confused
- has swiped their makeup before to try it and had failed so miserably he wouldn’t let anyone see him for almost five hours
Knox : asks if their clothes ever gets stuck in anything while walking
- doesn’t understand what eyeliner is. whole-heartedly believes eyeliner is just part of her face
Meeks : would get distracted by the dyed hair in class when the color would first change. was never annoyed by it more or less just entranced
- has tried nail polish when asked to and liked how it looked but didn’t like the smell enough to handle it
-likes to question wether their piercings hurt or hurt when they got them (it’s the same answer every time but he likes to ask anyway)
Pitts : Pitts loves to help with picking out new hair dye color, yet will always gravitate towards blue or green
- loves to steal their favorite pair of shoes or jewelry and hide it so they have to look and find it (it’s always on the top shelf of the book case in the same place every time, but likes teasing them anyway)
Cameron : Cameron would question wether constantly wearing healed boots gets annoying and/or impractical
- laughs when their hands are stained and smudge the pages of homework with whatever color they recently dyed their hair with (he finds the different colors in books appealing and more interesting)
-cannot stand the sound of clinking jewelry and will lose his mind if he hears it in class
#dead poets headcanons#if you want to see more lmk! i’m happy to write anything you guys ask me to ( if i’m comfortable with it)#dps headcanons#dead poets society#dps au#dead poets au#neil perry#todd anderson#dps#poetry#charlie dalton#gerard pitts#steven meeks#richard cameron#dps tumblr#dead poets in nyc#quotes#headcannons#ask reply#rewrite#movies#literature#book quote#bookstore au#bookstore#academic#chaotic acadamia#dark acadamia aesthetic#light academia#romantic academia
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perfect now - a close reading
only pure and true love for this one. it’s soft and sweet because the one he wrote it for is and needs cheesy uncool romcom soundtrack-worthy affirmations and it’s the most wonderful thing oh my the flurries
some album booklet art for your viewing pleasure
((just a warning for below: while the lyric analysis was kept fairly neutral and close to the words and their meaning, more and more parallels did ensure me larrying out by the time the analysis kicked off so if you’re not into that, you can skip this one!))
⟼ check out @bluewinnerangel ‘s magnificent post with all the parallels to 1d/h&l bc it’s exhaustive and was a source for mine <3 thank you again for your service <3 bc this song really is a fanpiece of every song that has been important to them throughout their career so far, whether they wrote it or not, and it’s honestly kinda impressive
SUMMARY
you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway
lyric breakdown ft. the many parallels, incl. little things, through the dark and wmyb
what this says about louis, his partner and the relationship he is in
never gonna dance again frenzy
identity
louis is a marvellous majestic sonofabitch basically <3
walls, track 10
~ little things “you still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you’re perfect to me”
You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss
You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss
later lyric: “like a neon sign” - i see through you trying to hide away your insecurities
I wish that you could see my point of view As someone staring back at you
“you” is also staring at him, but perhaps is too insecure to realise how mutual the adoration is
i wish i could get you out of your own negative spiral and give you a look at yourself from my perspective
~ wmyb “everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you”
~ wmyb “right now i’m looking at you and i can’t believe you don’t know you’re beautiful”
~ little things “you never love yourself half as much as I love you, and you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to. If I let you know, I’m here for you, maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you”
On Friday night when we’re all out I turn to you and you’re looking down And you don’t wanna dance I know you love to dance You never stop given half the chance
heavy echoes of kmm again, but the opposite: the “nightmare on the dance floor” doesn’t want to dance
when “you” is confident rlly not being subtle with who i think that is, they love to dance <-> tpwk “feeling good in my skin, i just keep on dancing”
“i know you love to dance” = i know what you love bc i love you
“given half the chance”
~ tpwk “giving/given second chances”
given a chance tattoo, making another appearance (see below for more tattoo meltdowns)
Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up
term of endearment <3
~ dlibyh
this album is full of encouragement to keep going and as much as it gives me life it ruins me
Don’t hide away, don’t ever change
“be happy, proud”
~ “just hold on”
“pick someone who’s supportive”
Keep your head up, love, keep your head up Don’t look away, don’t look away
don’t look away from me
~ through the dark “and I can see your head is held in shame”
Cause everybody’s looking at you now, my, oh my
they have the stage to themselves / new career paths they’re doing on their own
could also mean ppl they’re going out with are looking at them, which “you” interprets as sth negative, which makes them self-conscious, while they’re actually admiring them bc they steal the scene
~ wmyb “you’re turning heads when you walk through the door”
I guess some queens don’t need a crown And I know why Even when your tears are falling down Still, somehow, you’re perfect now
“you” is royalty to louis, to put it simply
they don’t need something on their head to make it known to everyone else - they’re a queen and everyone knows it
gendered: female - also used in drag contexts - the only time L has used any gendered word to identify his partner on the entire album (more on this below)
~ steal my girl "she's been my queen since we were sixteen" can't believe i forgot this one thank you @mortalenemiestolovers for reminding me!!!
~ falling
~ through the dark “you tell me that your tears are here to stay”
You never do, but if you asked me to I’ll tell the truth lying next to you
“you” never asks for affirmations directly, but by saying shit like their pants are too tight make it clear enough to L that they do need to hear once in a while that it’s not true
Cause you’re the only one when it’s said and done You make me feel like being someone
Good to you even at your worst
~ always you
i love you so much you are a force of life to me, and even when you hate me i want more
~ drag me down “If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left, the shell of a man who could never be his best. If I didn’t have you, I’d never see the sun. You taught me how to be someone” (sung by louis first, harry second)
~ through the dark “even if you scream and shout, it’ll come back to you and I’ll be here for you
You steal the scene and it’s unrehearsed
reference to working on a stage - their natural presence wins everyone over - that charisma is never manufactured
Don’t you wanna dance? Just a little dance I’ll never stop given half the chance
L keeps encouraging them, will also not pass by any chance to dance with them
Every insecurity, like a neon sign, as bright as day If you knew what you were to me You would never try to hide away
“it’s hard to miss”
L sees through them trying to hide their insecurities, pretend to be strong
~ through the dark “but I know you were only hiding”
SYNTHESIS
Perfect Now is not a fan favorite and I am so not here for that discourse, so please do not pester me with negativity about this chocolate drop of a song.
As others have pointed out, the parallels with other songs written by Louis, Harry or for One Direction are extremely present. Especially Little Things is echoed loudly, but there’s so much more to be read, as you’ve seen. These are songs that are clearly near and dear to Louis, bc he wrote them or bc performing them was special, like with Little Things and What Makes You Beautiful. A lot of the same emotions come back in Louis’s writing, so much so that you can’t help but see the larger story behind it all. Throughout Walls you can hear him singing about not giving up and holding your head high despite hardships, and if you look back at his earlier writing, it’s always been there. Through the Dark is an early and striking example of this style of Louis song: you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway
basically through the dark’s chorus:
Oh, I will carry you over Fire and water for your love And I will hold you closer Hope your heart is strong enough When the night is coming down on you We will find a way Through the dark
It is very clear that Louis is faced with a partner - I can freely say it’s Harry now right? are the antis gone by now? i think so - that struggles with his body, with his identity, with how he wants to present himself vs how opinions on that might push him down and dampen his spirit. Louis, always the supportive boyfriend, then tries his best to make him see the light, while keeping that space for his sadness, his struggles, or their joint struggles. Accept the sadness but don’t lose your heart to it.
I’ve linked @bluewinnerangel ‘s post at the start of this post, but I need to stress how good it is once more as I also shamelessly insert a screenshot from it here bc it makes me feel a lot and summarizes perfectly just how deeply Perfect Now is woven into the history of their lives, relationship and especially “you”s/Harry’s personal struggle with their identity/body/confidence...
Because yes, i absolutely think these tattoos are being echoed in the song. “Never gonna dance again” as a lyric and then as a tattoo on Harry’s legs like shackles around his ankles represents the sensation of shame, of being stuck, bc of your desires, bc of your sexuality. Obviously we can never know why Harry got the tattoo, as in what experience pushed him to choose those lyrics or what exactly he recognizes in himself, but it’s safe to say it’s about the struggles of being queer and navigating relationships with that identity and with others.
Most importantly, the sense of shamelessly dancing, dancing like no one’s watching, dancing together with your lover, as a celebration of self, life, love, is the key here. Harry got that tattoo ages ago, at a time when he undoubtedly felt way more stuck. When he couldn’t dance freely the way he wanted to and with whom he wanted to. Perfect Now is a reminder to him, an encouragement to still dance if he wants to, no matter what people say or think. Significantly, then, Harry’s own Treat People With Kindness heavily features that same sentiment, but in an extremely positive light: i have found a place (in life and in myself) where i feel like i have given and was given second chances and now i dance bc i finally feel good in my skin.
Louis has obviously been there from the start, or at least from when or before Harry properly started experimenting with/questioning how he likes to present and how he identifies as. Before he ever dared to consider pulling on a pair of women’s skinny jeans, never mind a ball gown. Louis has seen him limit himself as well as being limited by others ofc and has always seemed to have been there, with a secure hand on Harry’s back, to encourage him. Even at a time when boys wearing nail polish or skirts was unthinkable. Just remember how much encouragement Harry needed when growing out his hair; Louis literally joined him. yes this might make me cry okay i need to stop bc i’m going off track and this is just becoming a larry breakdown while i was trying to hype up this beautiful song.
What I’m trying to say is: Louis has always seen all of Harry. He’s always had his back, no matter what. He’s loved every part of him. And now, on a completely gender neutral album, in the sweetest, softest song off of the entire thing, Louis puts in the word “queen”, and that is so very deliberate it makes me want to scream. It’s Louis confirming his love again and again while affirming the multitudes contained by Harry, including everything involving his gender journey. brb crying
It’s a raw Louis, an honest, sweet, kind, loving partner, and both of them are fucking lucky to have each other, and I also wish that all of us end up in a caring and wholesome relationship like that. I truly do.
#wow i thought this one was gonna be easier#i always do why do i think that???#every time i look closer into l's lyrics i see more depth#this is all just a perfect mushy mess so it's on brand for me#perfect now analysis#lyric analysis#my posts#parallels
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Rules ♡ h.s.
Hey my loves! How’re you all? Here’s a little something based off the following request I’ve had for too long. Would you like a part 2? Let me know what you think! Please re-blog and like if you enjoyed <3 {photo and gif not mine}
Anonymous asked: could u do a Dom!harry smut where he’s really rough and strict in bed? Plzz I love ur writing ❤️
Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem! Reader
Word count: 3.2K
Warning: 18+ Smut, Degradation, Unprotected sex, slight mention of BDSM, oral sex fem recieves and gives, use of filthy language etc. {PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DOM-SUB fics}
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Softy, a complete whole soft person Harry was viewed as by the entire world. A guy who loves wearing nail polish and dresses and is nothing but a complete sweetheart. A man, in fact, a man child. In the eyes of million he was a sweet, laid back English lad who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly.
However, some knew he owned a pair of Gucci handcuffs, the shiny metal made thousands of girls and guys wonder if he actually uses them and the answer is they don’t know. He has never been a man to speak openly about his personal life and just like the rest he let the audience to allow their minds to wander in the oblivion of their thoughts of what he prefers in bed. Or how he is in bed.
All they could do is assume. They assumed he’s rough, maybe soft, or maybe enjoys role play?
No one knows really. Except you.
The only person who has seen his deepest and darkest fantasies. The only person who has ever signed the paper of agreement between you two, you agreeing on being his sub, i.e. submissive. Giving him the permission to have his way with you, be it rough, soft or a role play. Whatever it may be, you said yes. The terms and conditions did scare you. The words printed on the piece of paper came off too strong that lied on your lap the night you’re eyes were scanning it, mind finally synching with your wants, deciding it was time you sign the agreement.
*This is a confidential agreement. Submissive is not allow to talk about it to anyone else but the Dom.*
Submissive agrees to obey whatever Dom orders them to do, sexually.
Safe word to be used by submissive is “peach”, if the boundaries are being pushed, the word to be used is “red”.
Honestly, it would scare anybody who reads the further details listed in the contract and what activities Dom would like themselves and the sub to immerge into such as extreme sex toys, being tied up by ropes, fisting and other terms that you didn’t even know the meaning of. But Harry wasn’t doing it just for himself, but for you.
When the day your ex left without a note you found yourself crying in his arms, sobbing and clutching his t-shirt like a broken kid and it hurt him. So he suggested, he was well aware how you wouldn’t be able to go out with anyone after what has happened so why not help you take your mind off him? Nodding to his words, not knowing what was coming you went home and the next morning you saw an envelope on your porch.
And there lied the papers. Submissive-Dom agreement.
“What is this Harry?” You breathed out in fear as your eyes scanned the words and brain figured out what it meant.
“You know it’s not a bad thing, it’ll help you clear your mind”
“Bu-“
“Trust me, plus we don’t have to do what you don’t want to.”
“I don’t know Harry”
“Do you trust me?”
“I do”
“good”
“Do you trust me?” You said biting your lip as you scrunched the bottom of the paper.
“I do”
“Why the agreement then?”
“Its for your own good” and with that the line went dead leaving you in complete confusion. Even though your mind had untangled thoughts and questions clashing together, not thinking twice your fingers grabbed the pen and in a messy rush glided over the rough paper sealing the secret.
And so it began. He invited you over to his place in LA. The house where you’ve been many times but that was when you were friends, you still are but things changed. Quite a lot. His hand held yours as he guided you to the hallway where you never went or even were aware that existed.
Walking a couple more steps you both were standing in front of the huge door. Comparatively bigger than the other he had in his house.
“Stay here” he said as he lets go of your hand and takes a step forward to unlock the door for which he had the key in his necklace. Yes his necklace, a master of disguise.
The second you heard the twisting of the key opening the big door he stepped aside for you to enter the room. Your heart racing with anticipation as you waited for the lights to reveal what he’s had hidden in this room, away from the eyes of the world, away from you.
His fingers flicked the switch and the you saw it. The big red room with a huge bed in the middle, it was surrounded by leashes, leather whips, ropes and the ceiling was nothing but a huge mirror that reflected every move of yours.
Walking down the shiny black floor your hand brushed again the walls that seems so cushiony as you turned your head to look at harry who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk adorning his face.
“Sound proof.” He said as you nodded and continued looking around. Your fingers touched the cold leather whips and slides across the teak wooden drawer. Turning your head one more time to get his approval which he gladly gave, your hand held the handle to pull out the drawer.
There lied several silk blind folds. So rich and expensive. Moving to the next drawer, lied about 50 hand ties, and hand cuffs. Metal, clothed, you name it he has it. And then the last drawer hitched your breath, vibrators, butt plugs, dildos and every other toy you saw in porn.
“I-I never knew you were into this” you whispered as you let your fingers ghost over the silk ties that lied in a perfect fold in the drawer.
“Now you do” you heard his message getting closer to you until his front was pressed against your back. You feel his crotch right up against your ass as he gently, yet with a slight force pushed your front againt the drawer so that you were slightly bent. His hand making it’s from your stomach dragging up all the way up until it found the base of your neck.
The cold metal of his rings felt hot against your skin as he pushed your head back and leaned in closer to your ear. His breath fanning over the love making you shiver.
“Now what’re the rules?”
“I-I call you sir” you breathed out the words as his Kept his hand on your neck giving it a light squeeze telling you to go on, go on with the rules listed in the contract.
“I cannot touch you or myself. I-I respond with words. I-“
“You what?”
“I address myself as your whore”
“That’s correct. You are my filthy little whore. Aren’t you?” He said. His voice deeper than you’ve ever before. And his hand that once held your neck now moved to your side turning you around in a one swift motion. His lips wasting no time to latch onto yours, kissing hungrily as if he’s been dying to kiss you.
And god he has been. Ever since he held your hand walking down the corridor he’s been thinking about having you his way, just like he wants. Kiss those lips and have a taste of thag body is all that has been on his mind since you signed those papers he sent.
Lost in the kiss, deep in your thoughts you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours and the rules fading away from your mind. It’s hard to control and stay in the boundaries he’s created when his tongue is inside your mouth dancing along yours, so you let your fingers get lost in those curls as your bite his lower lip.
But to your surprise his reflexes were quick enough to have your hand removed from his hair and twist it and hold it behind your back in a one swift motion.
“One kiss and you’re already breaking the rules. You’re lucky I’m not going to punish you, this is your first and last time.” He groaned before he grabbed you and threw over his shoulder. His hand hving your ass a tight slap before he throws you over the big bed that was situated in the middle on the big room.
Your eyes flickering open to see your own reflection in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Your lips swollen, shirt collected right below your breat revealing your bare skin of the stomach and chest rising with every deep breath you took.
“Now listen to me, you’re gonna look at yourself in the mirror and tell me every single rule listed in the contract. One wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum. Understood?” Harry said as he unbuttoned your jeans pulling it down your legs and stopping right before taking them out when he didn’t hear you reply.
“I asked you something” he raised his eyebrow as one of he held your ankles towards behind your knees over so he could see the cheeks of your ass before giving you another spank.
“Y-yes sir,”
“Yes sir what?”
“Yes sir, understood”
Mumbling a low ‘good girl’ he took off your pants and then sat on you with legs either side your waist to take your top off, his mouth watered when he saw your nipple coming out of your back bra which probably happened when he threw you on the bed.
“Jesus. So full” he muttered before holding your hand over your head and lower his mouth on your nipple, his other hand pushing the cups down so that he could take the whole bud in his mouth and suckle on it making your arch your back. His mouth felt so warm on your cold bud as his tongue flicked the pebble hard nipple around and his bite it slightly before letting it go with a slight pop.
Grabbing a silk tie from the side drawer he tied it around your wrist that he had held in his hand and unhooked the bra—rolling it along the lilc tee that you wore until it reached your eyes and acted as a blindfold.
“Start the rules. Remember, one wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum”
“Yes sir”
“Start” he ordered. And you opened your mouth to let the words out but your breath sucked in when you felt him throwing your legs on his shoulder and his lips coming in contact with your inner thigh.
“I-I don’t sleep with someone else.”
“Cannot”
“Sorry sir, I cannot sleep with someone else”
His lips licked over your drenched knickers that covered your throbbing clit waiting for be touched his tongue. You clenched your thighs together only to be pushed apart by his hands as his nose rubbed over your clothed centre, sniffing, taking the smell of your aroma.
“I cum only when you say” you bite your lip feeling the cotton materiel of your underwear being pushed aside, sensing the cold air of the room mixed with Harry’s warm breath fanning over your sex making your shiver and you shrieked when his four fingers slapped your cunt making the wet filthy sound which only made you drop more.
“Only when I order, looks like you didn’t read it properly you little slut. Lost a chance to feel my tongue on this little pussy of yours”
“I’m sorry sir, please”
“Please what?”
“Please forgive me and eat me out”
“And what are you?”
“I’m your filthy little slut, your whore. Please eat me out sir please” you whimpered as you pleaded harry dying to feel that muscular tongue on your pussy to finally see how it feels like to have his mouth on you which you’ve always dreamt of. Even though you were in a relationship, there always has been a sexual tension between you two which is the reason why you agreed on doing this at the first place.
“That’s right, you’re a whore. A little dirty whore.” And with that you felt his tongue lick a long stride of your lips pushing them open. That one lick was enough to make you squirm, what a shame you couldn’t see his face tucked between your legs as his chain dangles from his neck and gives your a perfect view of his chest from the black shirt he wore, unbuttoned enough for you to see his butterfly tattoo to the slightest.
“Who told you to stop, say the rules doll”
“I see you at least twice a week when you’re in town”
His mouth was now on your clit, sucking it like a leech. His lips left the bundle of nerve with a pop as his hand came in to rub it harshly, before his index finger collected your juices that dripped down your hole and you heard him licked it clean and without any word you feel your opening being stretched to the fullest when he inserted two fingers.
His mouth finding its way back to your clit, licking and sucking your pussy without any mercy. Your hips bucked up in his mouth which he roughly pinned down.
“If I see you doing that once more I swear to god you’ll forget how to walk you slut” he said through gritted teeth as if you interrupted his meal. He shook his head keeping his lips on your clit to give those toe curling vibrations with his fingers twisting inside you.
He felt your soft walls clenching as he let go of your swollen clit to take his fingers out and slide his tongue inside you feeling the warmth against his tongue.
He spread your legs open as he pushed his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking you savouring every drop you released.
“I only wear red and black lingerie when I see you”
His fingers came back in position as his mouth placed itself back on your clit not leaving the swollen bug alone. Your back now covered in sweat and your nipple perched up, mouth dry and pussy waiting to release.
“Wrong. You only wear red around me.”
And with that he flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach and your ass was up in the air. Withing another second you felt a tight spank against your ass cheek making you hiss in pain.
“That’s what you get for being a dumb whore”
“Sorry sir”
Followed by another spank he pushed you back to him so that he could press his bulge to your arse.
“Grind. Grind like the little road slut you are” he gripped your ass so firmly that you could feel his metal rings digging in your skin as he held them strong in front of his crotch.
As you tried to held yourself up on your elbow he pressed your head down on the bed so that your cheek was squished against the soft cushion.
“Grind i said”
Obliging to his command your moved your ass up his all rock hard cock that you felt tight against your butt cheeks making you moan. Moving your ass in rounds and different directions you felt him buck further into your hips wanting for a release as his hands came in to grip your hair that fell down your shoulder.
Wrapping the long locks around his hand in a fist his he pushed your head back to that your tee which was covering your eyes now came down hanging around your neck which was strained because of his grip on your hair.
“I’m gonna fuck the shut outta you, gonna destroy that little cunt of yours and make you scream until you the only name you remember is mine and forget that asshole who made you cry” and that’s how your first night ended as a submissive after being raw dogged to the fullest with the rough hand prints laying on your ass cheeks.
But that was just the beginning, so when one day you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom of a posh restaurant that Harry insisted to take you to you weren’t surprised.
You mouth dripping saliva as he held your face in one hand keeping it upwards so he will have a full view of your mouth which was sucking on his thick sick. Lips wrapped around his shaft you gagged when he bucked his hips further in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making it impossible for you to take him any deeper.
“Jesus fucking christ you little cunt” he moaned grabbing your mouth so he could move your head to his liking. Following his movements, you bobbed your head hold the base of his cock, twisting your hand around his with the faint wrist while you suckled with hollow cheeks.
It all started when he saw you arrive at the restaurant. Wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves and gave all men a delicious view of your plunging breasts making the jaws drop.
“Meet me in the bathroom, right now”
“But wh-“
“Do as told”
And when you did you felt him grab you by your hair and push you against the counter so that your stomach was against the cold marble top while your ass was facing him which he wasted no second uncovering, lifting the almost sheer clothing and pushing it over your waist to reveal your unclothed bottom.
“fucking whore”
Your body flinched with pleasure disguised In pain as he raised his hand and slapped it across your cheeks looking at you straight through the mirror. His hand gripping your hair.
“Look at me” he ordered and you flickered your eyes open to see his dilated pupil and heavy breathing chest. His ring cladded slender fingers didn’t stop spanking shaking your whole body up until he pulled you back and pushed you down on your knees and stepped in front of you with his dick out and slapped it across your face.
“Open” he said holding his hard dick from the base and you did as told. Soon you felt it heavy on the tongue as he patted it on your tongue before pulling away, grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face upwards to him. His fingers wasted no time squishing your cheeks so that your mouth was open slightly giving him the perfect angel so spit in your mouth making you gasp.
“Swallow” and once again you do as told before grabbing his dick and kitten licking his tip, teasing him. But he wasn’t having it so grabbing the back of your head he pushed your head forward until his shaft was hitting the back of you had making your gag, your eyes picking up instant tears and he would’ve stopped right away if they were tears of pain, but they weren’t.
“this is what you get for breaking the rule of not wearing revealing clothes until I ask you to. Get treated like a slut, a fucking filthy whore in the public sucking my dick” he groaned as you played with his ball bobbing your hand.
His grip on your hair tightened before you felt his hot cum gushing down your throat which your swallowed without his order and let go of his cock with a ‘pop’.
Pulling your face up to him he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip collecting the escaping cum and pushing it in your mouth which you happily took sucking on his thumb.
“Be a good girl, and follow the rules”
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Trophy Wife Aesthetics for Black Women
“Hi! What do you think are the non-negotiables of being a trophy wife? Aesthetically. For black women. I think white women have a different level up journey.”
I was asked this question in a chat but I wrote so much information that I figured I should share my response with you all as well. I’ll try to make this as concise as possible.
I’ll start by saying that aesthetically, Black women have to be more than cute. White women are considered beautiful just for being white, we don’t get that privilege, you know? However, being beautiful isn’t the end all be all. There are plenty of black trophy wives that aren’t naturally “beautiful” but they present well. Presentation is everything kind of like food. It may taste great but you may not even want to touch it if it’s presented poorly.
Here are my personal non-negotiables:
1. Keep your hair done. This doesn’t mean keep your hair in a weave or wig 24/7. You can be natural too. One of the more affluent men I dated actually preferred my natural hair over wigs. But make sure it’s well taken care of, always. Deep condition, moisturize, detangle etc. Use clips in if you need the extra volume. If you’re going to do weaves and wigs, make sure your closure is “undetectable”. Keep flyaways in order with an oil or mousse. Carry a brush and comb with everywhere to touch up every now and then but not in front of him if possible.
2. Your skin has to be pretty taken care of as well. If you’re his wife, you’re going to be waking up to him every morning. I don’t believe in waking up earlier than my man to put on light makeup and stuff. Men aren’t even worth that lol. But DO try to achieve great skin so that you still are pretty when you wake up. Doesn’t have to be perfect. Many people don’t have perfect skin. But make sure you’re washing, toning, moisturizing blah blah. I’m starting to follow the 10-step Korean skincare routine. It’s on my blog If you guys want to check it out. I’ve been investing a significant amount of time in learning what acids do what and how they can address my specific concerns. Good skin overall just makes you look wealthier too. So on “no-makeup” days, you can just do eyebrows, and lipgloss and mascara if you don’t have lash extensions and still look put together. Affluent men tend to enjoy outdoor activities, there will be times when you don’t wanna be in a full face but you can if you want to. The same goes for skin on the rest of your body as well. I shower about two times a day so I moisturize my body two times a day. To moisturize I use a mixture of oils, shea butter and regular lotion. I moisturize my hands every time I wash them too. Once or twice a week, I do a full-body exfoliation. I have a dry brush that I use and occasionally, I opt for a scrub instead.
3. Take care of your teeth - Straight white teeth against melanated skin is >>>>. Plus it makes you look prettier, more put together, and of course, wealthier. Straightening teeth is expensive but a worthy investment. If you can’t straighten now, just whiten and take good care of your teeth in the meanwhile. Brush twice daily, floss daily, and whiten throughout the week.
4. Keep your nails done. Can’t be too long or else we’re considered “ghetto” I usually go about medium length but a lot of blogs will suggest short. My man loved my medium length nails lol. I usually go for softer colors like baby pink, sometimes white. If I’m not able to go to the salon, I clean and file my nails down to an even length and paint them with a clear polish. It’s hard to make a mess of clear polish and my nails still look nice and shiny. I pop collagen pills to improve their strength because I naturally have weaker nails that break pretty easily.
5. Wardrobe. Try to build a timeless wardrobe with a lot of basics you can build on and mix and match. For example, blazers are a staple for me. I wear them with jeans but I can mix them with trousers too. Then I have hella basic bodysuits I can wear with either combo. An easy trick for me is to buy a ton of neutrals. I’m not a big color person so it’s easy for me to shop this way. However, do not let my preferences deter you. Black women own color, if this is your style, go for it full throttle but be tasteful. I usually go more colorful on vacations. There are tons of articles out there on how to build a good wardrobe though.
6. Stay in shape - I won’t say there’s a specific body type you need to have but take care of your body. I’m still working on working out consistently but because of skinny privilege I’ve been able to lack in that department and still be perceived as “fit”. Currently, I try to do flexibility stretching and exercise on Monday, Wednesday & Fridays. Stretch on weekends. If you get cosmetic surgery like a BBL, breast job etc. make sure it’s fitting for your frame.
7. Lastly, this doesn’t apply to aesthetics but I feel as though black women have to DO SOMETHING to be snatched up as trophy wives. We don’t get pulled into that position just for being pretty as often as white woman do. For example, Alexis O. Of Reddit wifed Serena Williams who is the best tennis player in the world. Not some random girl he thought was cute. Prince Harry wifed Megan Markle who was not only a successful actress but also had an outstanding educational background to match. Janet Jackson married billionaire businessman, Wissam Al Mana. Now of course, many of us aren’t that successful yet but hopefully you get the point. Men in positions of higher status want to know that you can fit into his lifestyle and don’t have beans for brains. Having something going for yourself also gives him something to invest in. Men like to feel needed or helpful but not used.
Additionally, owning a business or working in corporate greater increases your chances of mingling with men in positions to make you a trophy wife. There’s a reason why college sugar babies are so successful but for women past that stage, have a career, have a small business. Do SOMETHING. It also creates a safety net for you as well. Men can be unpredictable and can do horrible things. I read an article once about a man who hid his entire fortune in offshore shell companies when him and his wife were divorcing so that she wouldn’t be able to get anything. It took her lawyer literal years to untangle that web of shell accounts he spun. Running your own business or even having a solid set of skills saves you in the event of the worst of the worst. Your life shouldn’t crumble to pieces if this man decides to divorce you. Same goes for even being the spoiled girlfriend of a wealthy man. Having a wealthy boyfriend or husband is one thing, knowing how to use him as a resource is another. Girls who truly win at this game walk away from these relationships with more than a few handbags and a baby.
Good Luck Ladies! 🥂
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