#i figured out how to wear a beret

[cameoutstruggling93]

I feel like Madeline 🥐🇨🇵

[sgt-tombstone]

CoD/Military Writing Reference Masterlist

Here is a compilation of information (with references/links/citations) that I think the CoD fandom and fic writers in particular might find useful:

British Army:

Here is a list of ranks and abbreviations (with appropriate capitalization) (for anyone with the shinigami extension, sorry, it's the BBC)

Here is a list of the equivalent ranks of the British services and US Air Force (for some reason not the US Army or US Navy. Don’t ask me why lmao).

Here and here are some posts about the ranks in the 141 and general attitudes that they would hold for each other (and how others would see them)

Here is a detailed breakdown of the British Army organization (with average numbers and who is in charge of who).

Here is the wiki page for British Army uniforms (literally good luck, I’ve spent hours trying to figure out when soldiers wear what). As far as I can tell, the 141 would wear the No. 8 Combat Dress 90% of the time with the SAS beige beret. For formal events, they would wear the No. 2 Service Dress with berets instead of peaked forage caps. Interestingly, the Royal Regiment of Scotland can wear their No. 2 Service Dress with kilts (which I know Johnny would be livid about because he can’t). Super formal occasions are marked by the No. 1 Temperate Ceremonial, or “dress blues”.

Commissioned ranks are Second Lieutenant and above. These are members who hold positions of authority granted by formal documents of appointment signed by the monarch. In the US (which I am assuming is the same or similar in the UK), a commissioned officer has gone through officer training, which usually requires a university degree or a military equivalent.

Warrant Officers (WO) and Non-Commissioned Officers (NCO) are included in the enlisted ranks. They are members of the enlisted ranks who hold positions of authority. WOs are granted authority through a warrant instead of a commission and must be promoted from an NCO rank. NCOs are Lance Corporals to Staff Sergeants.

The only enlisted rank is Private. These are members who have enlisted and have gone through basic training in order to be counted against the Army’s trained strength.

Sergeants (Gaz and Soap) are among the highest-ranked NCOs and therefore have a lot of practical experience (more, sometimes, than commissioned officers). They have climbed through the ranks from Private all the way to the top of the enlisted ladder. Commissioned officers, on the other hand, have the option to skip the enlisted ladder altogether and jump straight to Second Lieutenant (assuming that they are entering the army with a university degree). However, it is canon that both Ghost and Price were promoted from enlisted ranks. Nevertheless, the NCO/CO divide would be stark; Price and Ghost both have pieces of paper signed by the Royal Crown that give them authority while Gaz and Soap don’t. That being said, Gaz and Soap are incredibly high ranking enlisted while Ghost and Price are (relatively) low ranking officers. While they have less authority, they have similar levels of responsibility and leadership.

Comm discipline is incredibly important in the military. Communication must be clear, concise, and (most importantly) unambiguous. There are many, many commands that can be given over the radio and some of them aren't as self-explanatory as they may seem. Here are some of the basics, lingo, etiquette, and FAQs about military radio communications.

SAS:

The SAS is nicknamed "The Regiment", its motto is "Who Dares Wins", and its color is pompadour blue. Contrary to popular belief, the dagger on the badge is wreathed in flame, not wings.

"The SAS is the mirror in which other special forces reflect." The SAS is the most elite special forces regiment in the world and they all know it. They take their jobs incredibly seriously and are held to a ridiculously high standard, both by their superior officers and by themselves. The 141, as a specialized task force, would take both their training and their commitment to their job to the extreme. The SAS has a fierce reputation of being the blueprints upon which every other special forces regiment was founded, and every single one of them takes an incredible amount of pride in that. It's easy to characterize Soap as a rookie, especially because of his reputation as the Perpetual FNG, but he alone could run circles around every single non-special forces soldier in the world (and a hell of a lot of the special forces soldiers, too).

The SAS consists of one regular and two reserve units. The 22 SAS (regular) is based in Stirling Lines, Credenhill, Herefordshire and has five squadrons (A, B, D, G, and Reserve) and a training wing. The 21 and 23 SAS are the two reserve regiments.

The UK Special Forces do not recruit from the general public. All current members of the armed forces can apply for Special Forces selection, but most have historically come from the Royal Marines or Parachute Regiment. In 2018, recruitment policy changed to allow women to join the SAS for the first time and in 2021, two women passed pre-selection, making them the first women eligible for the full course.

The SAS Selection Process is held twice a year (once in summer and once in winter) and is a three-phase process that has an 8-10% pass rate. Between 2014 and 2022, there were more deaths in training and exercises than in combat against active threats.

Phase 1 is an endurance test, known as “the hills” stage, where candidates undergo a series of timed hikes between checkpoints with increasingly heavy packs. This phase takes a total of three weeks and culminates in a 40-mile hike carrying 55lbs that must be completed in 24 hours. By the end of this phase, candidates must be able to run 4 miles in 30 minutes and swim 2 miles in 90 minutes.

Officers undergoing SAS selection have a week-long phase which assesses their ability to plan operations while fatigued and stressed (sucks for Price and Ghost; Gaz and Soap would've skipped this step).

Phase 2 is Jungle Training, which takes place in Belize, Brunei, or Malaysia. Candidates are taught navigation, patrol formation and movement, and jungle survival skills; they are put into teams of four, where they simulate living for weeks behind enemy lines, living completely off of rations without a lifeline back to base.

Phase 3 is E&E (Escape and Evasion) and TQ (Tactical Questioning)/RTI (Resistance to Interrogation). This is the final phase. Candidates are given brief instructions on appropriate techniques (likely from former POWs or special forces soldiers) and then are let loose in the countryside, where they must navigate to a series of checkpoints without being captured. After 3-7 days, whether they have been captured or not, they then report for TQ, which tests the candidates’ ability to resist interrogation. During TQ, candidates are only allowed to answer with “the big 4” (name, rank, serial number, and birthday) and all other questions must be answered with “I’m sorry but I cannot answer that question” while being subjected to what is essentially no-touch torture (listening to white noise for hours, standing in stress positions, being verbally berated/humiliated, etc) for 36 hours.

After all of that, candidates are accepted into the SAS ranks, but still go through continuation training, during which many SAS soldiers are RTU’d (returned to unit).

The youngest person to ever (IRL) pass SAS selection was Lofty Wiseman in 1959 at the age of 18. In order for Johnny to have beaten that record, he must have been 18 or younger when he passed selection. Given that the minimum age for enlistment in the UK armed forces is 16, this is entirely plausible.

The names of regular SAS members who have died on duty were inscribed on the regimental clock tower at Stirling Lines, which was rebuilt at the Credenhill barracks. Those whose names are inscribed are said by surviving members to have "failed to beat the clock". The base of the clock is also inscribed with a verse from The Golden Journey to Samarkand by James Elroy Flecker.

Military Life:

During basic training, soldiers live in gender-segregated accommodations in a dorm-style room. Once out of basic training, however, many barracks are individual rooms with en-suite bathrooms (big win for our Sergeants). At most, trained soldiers would live in 4-person rooms separated by gender. The fastest and most reliable way to get off-base housing is to get married, but many commissioned officers get a housing stipend in order to move out of the barracks, meaning that Ghost and Price would likely (if they so chose) have houses near Credenhill, while Gaz and Soap would have individual rooms in the barracks. While deployed, all bets are off.

Many tattoos and piercings are permitted by the British Army. Here are the official guidelines. In terms of hair style/length, the rules are few and far between and incredibly vague to boot. As far as I can tell, Soap’s mohawk, Price’s sideburns, and Ghost's... everything are vastly out of regulations, so I wouldn’t be too concerned about any of the 141 following personal appearance guidelines (Gaz is likely the only 141 member within regs which is a little shocking considering most military regulations are unfairly biased against people of color, but that's neither here nor there). If you’re interested, here is the 2021 version of the guidelines, though many of them have been updated since.

As of 2002, unmarried service members are permitted to invite their partners to stay overnight in single-room barracks (again, big win for our Sergeants). However, these guests must report to the duty and sign in, which is a hassle, so sneaking someone on base is still a plausible course of action.

Unfortunately, I can’t find any information on the use of alcohol/drugs in barracks, but I assume that the regulations are similar to those of the US armed forces, where alcohol is permitted to any off-duty member (any member who is on authorized leave) above the legal drinking age.

Humor: military humor has a pretty infamous reputation for being dark as fuck. Soldiers joke about a lot of stuff because they deal with a lot of stuff, and humans naturally cope through humor. There aren’t a lot of resources for this, because soldiers don’t like that kind of stuff reaching civilian ears (for pretty obvious reasons). Active special forces soldiers like the 141 would have especially fucked up senses of humor because they deal with especially fucked up scenarios. Don’t push yourself for the sake of realism, though; if you aren’t comfortable writing jokes about active hostage/bomb/terrorist situations, don’t write those jokes. However, if you think of a fantastically dark joke and want to include it, know that it would be perfectly in character (especially for Ghost) and true to real life. They absolutely would casually joke with each other about racism, homophobia, xenophobia, war crimes, torture, etc. The important part is that they all know that it’s always a joke; shared humor is one of the most common ways that soldiers bond with each other, and being able to take the piss with each other is key to unit cohesion. If you don’t like that or if that makes you uncomfortable, don’t write it!

Fraternization: In general, fraternization is strictly prohibited. It’s grounds for a reassignment at best and a court martial at worst. One or both parties may be dishonorably discharged. Realistically, any relationship between anyone in the 141 (with the exception of Soap and Gaz, who are of equal rank and therefore their relationship does not affect the chain of command, big win for SoapGaz shippers) would be strictly prohibited and treated as a criminal offense. It is up to you whether your characterization of the 141 members warrants any action upon the discovery of fraternization or if it would be ignored in favor of keeping the team together. An argument could be made either way, so it’s a judgment call.

Call Signs:

The IRL SAS does not use call signs; they are almost universally used for pilots across all military divisions, which means that regular soldiers, even those in Special Forces, don't get call signs. However, as the CoD universe evidently uses call signs, here are some things you should know:

No one really knows how call signs originated. Some say that they started as nicknames given to pilots in the early days of flight. Others say that they originated as a way for ground control to quickly and easily refer to pilots over the radio. In any case, call signs have cemented themselves firmly in aviation culture

Call signs are not supposed to be cool. Ghost in an anomaly. The vast majority of people are not given call signs like Maverick or Iceman. A call sign is supposed to be (playfully) teasing and embarrassing; it's what the military calls "humility culture". They are often a derivative of a last name, based on physical features or personality, or related to a mistake the soldier made early in their career.

A call sign, once given, is rarely changed. Call signs follow soldiers for the entirety of their careers and beyond, and it is not unusual for fellow soldiers to only know each other by their rank, call sign, and last name (some can go their entire careers without knowing each others first names; a call sign basically replaces a soldiers first name).

Call signs are voted on and chosen by the soldier's squadron; they have very little (if any) say in the process. The squadron's commanding officer has the ability to veto a proposed call sign and often will if it crosses any lines (racist, sexist, etc) or if it isn't funny enough.

Here is a forum of US Naval call signs and their stories. I highly recommend giving it a read, especially if you need name ideas or a good laugh

General Writing Reference:

Resource for describing physical things (settings, weather, colors, textures, shapes)

Sickness Descriptors

Keeping Tenses (one of the most common writing mistakes in fic writing; this blog has a lot of very informative writing tip posts!)

WordHippo (One of the best dictionary/thesaurus/rhyming dictionary websites I've found and unfailingly keep open while writing/editing)

Tumblr account dedicated to writing characters of color

Tumblr thread with resources/references for international clothes and other items

Tumblr post with links to building/architectural terms and references

Tumblr post with links to helpful writing websites/resources (reverse dictionary, translator, body language, etc)

Misc Helpful Links (Will be Updated):

https://www.eliteukforces.info/special-air-service/ (detailed information about the SAS, selection, training, operations, weaponry, skills, and roles)

https://www.nam.ac.uk/explore/british-army-ranks (British Army ranks in order with brief descriptions of roles/responsibilities)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_British_Army_installations (List of British Army bases and barracks, both in the UK and overseas)

https://www.quora.com/Does-the-British-Army-really-have-mixed-dorms-as-in-the-TV-show-Our-Girl (Quora forum detailing British military barrack living conditions)

https://taskandpurpose.com/news/military-pilots-call-signs/ (Blog post about aviator call signs and their use in military culture)

https://www.military.com/history/history-of-aviator-call-signs-and-how-pilots-get-their-new-name.html (Blog post about the history of aviator call signs in the military)

https://www.tumblr.com/sighmurderbot/735894836939472896/are-you-like-me-suddenly-obsessed-with-cod-and (Tumblr post - CoD mission generator)

https://www.army.mil/ranks/ (lots of very helpful information about US Army enlisted, warrant, and officer ranks as well as corps and division sizes/operations. Whoever designed this website needs a raise tbh)

If you found this useful, feel free to drop a like! I like knowing that my hard work is being used and appreciated!

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Crossdresser Headcannons

(First time doing headcannons, wish me luck!)

(Enjoy!)

Initially he was surprised to hear you ask him out, so surprised he couldn’t formalité a single sentence. 

Of course, you considered that a rejection and started to walk away, which snapped Crossdresser out of his daze and he yanked you back to him. 

He managed to stutter a response, a shy confirmation, and then you two set a date.

Now, the whole week he was preparing himself for this date, he went to the spa, got his nails done and then spent a few days picking out his outfit.

You said it was a simple coffee date, so he should try to go for something simple, effortless, yet cute and eye catching.

he spent the night before the date going through a full body skin care routine (that took forever).

Hours before the date he began to get ready, at first he was going to wear a cute creme dress (it fell just below his knees and he looked so cute)

But then he began to second guess himself and he didn’t quite like how to dress hugged his figure (he worried about his weight and he worried that you would find out the truth)

So, he chose to go with a nice purple dress, but he didn’t like how short it was and couldn’t find shoes to match it. 

Eventually he decided to just call you and ask what you were going to be wearing. You told him (a dark blue sweater vest, a white blouse, black fitted trousers and heeled dress shoes) and he decided to match you. 

He put on a blue sweater vest that had black checker patterns, a white blouse with flower patterns (his favorite and only white long sleeved shirt), a short black skirt with white stockings (also with flowers) and blue heels.

He then went through the process of putting on his makeup, he choose to go with a somewhat subtle look that has blue sprinkled in it. (Makeup is not my forte, so apologies if it isn’t correct) 

He choose to go with a liquid concealer, blended it in, added blush and then highlighted his cheek bones. 

He went with a dark red lipstick, then choose a light blue for the eyeshadow.

He went with a black eyeliner on his upper lashes and used a white on his lower eye lids. (You know, to give him a innocent eye look, hopefully I got that right)

Then he sprayed his makeup with a setting spray (I’m pretty sure that exists) and took a photo of his look. 

He felt quite proud of his look and even did a little victory dance!

He brushed his hair and then pinned it back with some hair clips. (He thought he looked so cute!)

He picked a few accessories, a black beret (the French kind), a blue flower necklace, white flower earrings (the kind that dangle and jingle), a few silver rings (not too many) and a blue bag.

He double checked his outfit in the mirror and then told you he was ready to be picked up.

You arrived just a few moments later (as he doesn’t live very far from you) and greeted him with a kiss on his cheek. (He giggled and embraces you in a tight hug, you had to practically drag him out of your arms)

You complimented him, telling him that he looked amazing and that he was gorgeous. (His face flushes such a bright red, you would think he was Rudolph!)

You lead him to your car, helped him get in (how polite of you!) and then got in the car yourself.

During the whole drive he couldn’t help but stare at you and he always had one hand on some part of your body.

(Well, that’s all for now. Uhm, I don’t know how to do headcannons, so I tried my best and hopefully you like it! This headcannon is for Anon Number 3, but everyone can read it.)

(MADE MONDAY, DECEMBER 18, 2023)

[portraitsofguilt]

☆ ➣ LUNCHBREAK DESSERT. jill valentine

— “i’m addicted and i’m never coming down.”

synopsis — requested by anonymous content warnings — female bodied reader, the reader wears a skirt, nsfw content, fingering, cunnilingus, office sex, semi-public sex, the door is locked, kissing, grinding

“THE DOOR IS LOCKED, BLINDS ARE CLOSED…”

it was hard to go around and pretend she didn’t look hot in her uniform, the blue shirt tucked into her office-issued dark blue cargo pants with the beret on top of her head, waltzing around the halls like she owned the place. it was so fucking attractive, even if she was only just existing and trying to get from one office to another one. it wasn’t fair. it made your heart race a little harder. it also didn’t help that she knew damn well she looked good in that outfit.

"stop playin' please..." you sigh as jill's hand slides down your thigh, her nails scratching lightly at the spot below where your skirt is lifted a bit. you groaned as you wrapped your arms around her neck and deepened the kiss. it felt so fucking amazing, the warmth of her skin was almost suffocating. she tasted like chocolate and coffee and everything you thought heaven would taste like and honestly, you needed this more than you needed air.

jill laughed at your needy acts, clawing at the nape of her neck and subtly rolling your hips into hers, trying to close the gap between your core and her thigh that was wedged between your legs. you whimpered against her mouth when her fingers started to work their way underneath your skirt to find the slick patch of wetness between your thighs. "fuck," you whispered, "in a minute, m'yeah?" she chuckled, pulling back slightly to grin up at you.

"gonna treat this pussy real good." she purred, leaning forward to kiss you again and pushing a single finger between your clothed folds. you let out an embarrassing whine when she prods at your clit, just barely rubbing it as she teased and played with the wet patch of your panties. you pulled away suddenly, looking her dead in the eyes. "jill, wait. i -"

"you wanna come on my tongue?" you nodded frantically, your heart beating wildly and you were pretty sure you were going to pass out. she smirked before reaching behind her and getting her chair to sit on, spreading your legs with both of her hands further open to reveal all your glistening glory between your thighs. 

jill grinned widely and leaned forward to lick your clothed clit, teasing you as her arms came around your waist pulling you to the edge of the desk. you gasped, gripping her hair tightly while grinding your hips into her face. "oh god jill, fuck," you panted, feeling yourself growing wetter and weaker with every stroke. your knees wobbled as you sat heavily on the table, your whole body trembling. your mind was fogging up, trying to figure out how you were meant to function without cumming, but you couldn't think straight.

"so wet for me, hm? barely touched you, baby, haven't even got a real taste of you." she murmured against your glistening cunt hiding behind the wet panties, sending small vibrations through your body as she talked, humming almost after every word. 

"just p-please, jill, fuck me please..." you whined your fingers clawing into her scalp, bunching her hair up with trembling digits and weakly pulling on them. jill nodded as she looked up at you through her lashes, her teeth hooking into your panties and pulling them to the side. she took you in easily, licking at your sensitive bud while she sucked your clit before taking it into her mouth and playing with it gently. your hips jerked against her mouth, moaning loudly as the sensation built slowly inside you.

you cried out, hand coming up to clamp over your mouth and muffle the next set of moans as jill dipped inside your entrance before her tongue pressed flat against your clit, grinding. you gripped her hair tighter as she licked you harder and faster before finally popping your clit and letting her tongue flick against the bundle of nerves, leaving you shuddering helplessly against the desk. you didn't even notice one of her hands loosening on your waist until you felt two cold fingers and her hot tongue play with your hole.

oh, fuck. she slid her tongue inside of you, making you gasp loudly as she pumped herself, sliding in and out of you in perfect timing, hitting every nerve you had until you were begging to come. jill hummed again, pumping herself faster as her thumb moved up to circle your clit, keeping your orgasm building. you clutched her hair tight, gasping for breath and crying out in pleasure, your body shaking with the effort of not cumming yet.

"jill! oh gosh, i'm gonna -" your words were cut off by your sudden release as you came undone beneath her tongue.  you could feel her smirk against you as your vision filled with white spots for a few seconds. she removed her mouth from you but not before giving a last few suck to your clit, pulling her fingers free from the comfortable confines of your thighs and sitting back against the chair. 

"good girl," she murmured, her voice low with her ragged breath, licking the sticky mess from her lips. "i was dying for something sweet all day."

AUTHOR'S NOTE !        the hardest part about writing this fic was is coming up with a title, that’s why this one took so long, i had no idea what i was gonna title it until well, yesterday when i finished the other request BAHAHA, hope you like it dear anonie ♥️

[anyamaris]

Title-Golden Hour

Word Count-2273

Summary-You have no idea how you got here, and the people you encounter aren't helping. It's time for you to remember what they said.

Trope-Ateez lore au

Pairing-Lost!F!Reader x Ateez (Lore based au Ateez)

Warnings-None really, it's a little unhinged in a weird ass way. Mentions of drinking. Memory loss, lots of chickens. A cock to the face.

A/N-So I wanted to go completely off the rails and explore some of the fun of the mv as well as Ateez lore. I'm planning on exploring each member in upcoming fics based in this. This is just the intro!

Dedicated to @sanjoongie because you let me scream about this and support my unhinged ideas. I hope this helps to get you excited, don't worry. Bandit San is coming.

A huge thank you to @frenchkisstheabyss for beta reading it and supporting my insanity, I love you so much, hyung.

The song playing during the dance is Blind off the new album.

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark@millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions@changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren @minki-moo @woosanbby

@cafekitsune Thank you for banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍

“Golden hour

The brightest moments in life

Those moments are like quick flashes

And never come back”

You’d been driving along this dusty road since before dawn, miles of desolate desert stretching behind you.  

Blinking, you try to clear your head, the only memory you had were those softly spoken words and an almost hypnotizing hum bouncing around in your exhausted mind. 

Then everything was static.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you shield your eyes from the hot noonday sun.  

Your old, reliable car was smoking behind you, the hiss of whatever had caused your breakdown filling the air.  

Distant outcroppings of rock terrain are all that greet your eye beyond the rusted old buildings surrounding you.  

The faint repetition of pickaxes echo through the open area as you survey where you’ve been stranded, the tings and clinks setting an almost eerie soundtrack for your current predicament.

Where in the world am I? 

Turning to look towards the run down motel, you manage to catch a glimpse of some cowboy hats bobbing in conversation.

It must be nice to be drinking this early, you muse, studying the three figures in chairs gathered around a small table, the crystal of their whiskey glasses reflecting the sun's harsh rays.  

A bell rings and your attention is drawn to a tiny building with a red door surrounded by green.

Is that…a diner?

Your stomach grumbles in response, causing you to take a step towards the sudden aroma of chicken hanging in the air.

It didn’t appear that anyone was at the gas station at the moment, though the sign proclaimed “mechanic on duty.”

Your stomach growls at you once more, and you decide that you can inquire inside the diner while you appease your appetite.

Walking towards the impossibly small building, the chime of a bicycle startles you and you leap out of the way as a pack of people ride by.  

Not one of them looks back at you, but for some reason you feel as if each and every pair of eyes are on you. 

You swear you didn’t even see his face, but you can almost picture the blonde man leading them with the beret grinning maniacally at you.

Hongjoong, a voice your own and not your own ping pongs around your brain.

Remember what I said.

A soft giggle echoes in your mind, tickling more than just your aural senses.  

It’s as if you can feel that laughter under your very skin.

Trying your best to ignore the creeping confusion teasing at the edges of your mind, you step forward to push open the red doors.

The man behind the counter wearing a trucker hat turns to study you as you enter, tilting his head as he narrows his dark eyes.

His name tag reads, ‘Yunho’.

You glance away as you take in the inside of the diner, walls lined with gold albums, one L-shaped counter taking up the majority of the space.  

There are other diners in colorful, flashy clothing seated on the red stools as your empty stomach gives another howl of protest.  

Blushing at the embarrassingly loud noise, you nod your head to the other customers as they turn to eye you.

The tall man in the hat’s expression changes at the sound, tapping his spatula in his palm.

“Sounds like you could use a bite to eat.”

His blinding smile seems to take up your entire vision and suddenly you’re pushing open the red doors once more.

“Remember what I said!” 

Your brow furrows, turning to see the cook waving to you as you leave.

Remember…? 

Your memory is only filled with the buzz of static as you try to recall anything that happened after you entered the building.

Frowning, you realize you’re no longer hungry; your stomach is full and you can only scratch your head in confusion as you bid the strange man goodbye.

Yunho.  

At least you recall something from the hazy lunch.

Glancing across the way, you notice that your car is no longer where you left it.

Instead, it’s on the side of the building, and the form of a man moves around inside of the building as the blue ‘ice cold’ sign flickers.

When did I move my car? You wonder, somehow knowing it’s being taken care of.

Rubbing your eyes, a sudden weariness takes over as you plod over to the run down motel, figuring it’s best to at least find out if there are lodgings. 

The three men who were drinking before you entered the diner are nowhere to be seen as the old motel sign creaks and groans above you.

Entering the dilapidated building, you notice the silhouette of a man at the desk, his chair squeaking as he turns to glance at you in surprise.

As he opens his mouth, a rooster flies into your face with a flurry of feathers, causing you to reel backwards.  

Landing on your ass, you find yourself in front of a motel room door, white chickens grazing around you as you ponder what the hell just happened.

“If you need anything, I’ll be around.  And remember what I said.”  a deep, velvet voice says, and you turn to watch the man who was in the office saunter back into the rusted main building.

Yeosang.

His name is all you can summon from the strange black hole of your mind, recalling the plaque on the desk that told you as much.

Looking down at the golden key in your hand, you just chalk your fuzzy memory up to exhaustion, slipping the key into the lock.

Before you can enter the room, you freeze as a man in a white suit and hat slowly strides towards the gas station.

Is he riding an ostrich?

He raises his a red lollipop to you, winking as if to say-

Remember what I said.

Seonghwa.

The moment you think it, he nods and turns to continue on, yet there’s no recollection of meeting him before.

Massaging your temples, you enter the small room, collapsing immediately upon the bed.

Remember what? 

Why does everyone keep saying that?

Why do you know these random names but can’t recall any interactions?

It’s like you’re losing time here.

Maybe this is all a dream…

Before you can even open your heavy eyelids, you can hear music coming from the old television set on the dresser.  

“All you need to do is remember what I-” 

“Said.” you mutter, peeking an eye to glance at the screen.

The form of a purple clad man in a top hat with a cane beams back at you, looking almost satisfied that you finished his sentence.

Mingi.

It’s strange how you keep recalling these strangers' names, yet somehow…

You don’t even remember your own.

Rising from the strangely comfortable mattress, you finally glance around the room you’ve been sleeping in.

More framed albums, posters of random music shows, awards and accolades fill the walls.  

Slipping your legs off the bed, you find yourself stepping on the litter of dollar bills all over the floor.  

Frowning, you lean down to pick one up, rubbing your fingertips over the paper to see if it’s real.

This place is insane and you can’t help but feel like you’ve fallen down some kind of crazy rabbit hole.

Chicken hole, you think, eyeing a white chicken as it struts out of the bathroom, clucking at you happily.  

Music plays from the television, drawing your attention to the spectacle of a man in a blue suit, with a red flower on his lapel.  

A mariachi band plays in the background as he bows, looking up at the screen to give you a sassy little smirk.

“Tonight, we dance til the sunrise! Remember what I said.”  He proclaims, causing you to flop back on the bed. 

Wooyoung.

STOP IT!

Soft laughter fills your head as you glance over at the screen, a wanted poster of a man with a mask in all black on the screen.

“Have you seen the Masked Bandit? Call 1018-1117!”

That’s not even a real number, you think.  

Opening the door to go back outside, another commercial plays before you can shut the door.

“Don’t be like Jongho-remember what we said-” 

Static overtakes your mind, and suddenly you’re outside, chickens pecking the ground at your feet.  

The sun is dipping below the horizon, and you hear the loud laughter of a large mass of people in the distance. 

A large red brick building looms and you can see some colorful banners as if decorated for a party.

Was that here earlier?

Following the sounds of music, you suddenly hear the loud roar of car engines and you rush over to see what is going on.

Cash litters the ground even out here, and your foggy brain starts to register more of your environment.

Dollar bills are being used as banners, hanging in windows, and thrown all over the ground like confetti.  

As the sun sets, you approach the peculiar celebration going on, eyes wide at the sight of the colorful outfits, the loud music playing, the vast array of curious eyes as the turn to take in your arrival.

“You came.” A voice says, the hand on your back gentle yet firm as it guides you towards where everyone is gathered.

“San?” you ask, shocked that his name came out before you even thought about it.

The man in the black hat and vest grins at you in delight, dimples peeking out as he gives you a single nod.

Before you realize what’s happening, the sky is darkening and the blaze of a fire is lighting up the night.

Music seems to come from everywhere and nowhere as you turn in circles, the beat of the song coursing through your very bones.

Yeah, it spreads when I see you, fire

The sound of an accordion playing catches you off guard, and you notice the song is in so many different languages yet you seem to understand everything.

All you can interpret is the red moon rising, the blaze of the fire as the beat takes over.

Before you can take another breath, you’re being spun around into someone’s arms.  

You barely sense the bodies writhing around you, compelled to sway your hips and get swept away with the atmosphere.

I feel an unbearable thirst, crazy 

It’s as if you’re in a fever dream as you take in the gleaming eyes of the man holding you in his arms, his blonde hair tinged with red as you hear his delighted giggle.

I'll whisper to you until the sun rises, singing

You blink and suddenly your hand is in the man in the blue suit’s, as he twirls you around happily.  

Dance just for you tonight, follow, follow

Another blink, a set of strong hands holding your hips, swaying them as he holds you close, his deep voice singing along to the song.

Singing only to you.

I'm tickled, I'm going to cut off all the perfect lines, babe

The man in the top hat and cane is dipping you, whispering yet another line,

Come closer, come dance with me-

Your hands are in the long, dark tendrils of a man with big doe eyes, his tongue darting out as he mouths the next line.

I know you want to, let’s dance

Strong arms pick you up and swing you around, a delighted laugh escaping your throat as you lose yourself to this fever dream.

His angelic voice rings in your mind, whisking you away to another world-

Until the break of dawn

My love I'll sing for you all night

A tall man yanks you to him, his large hands splayed over your lower back as he guides you through steps you shouldn’t know, yet you move confidently with him.

Matching steps under the moonlight, cha-cha-cha

Feel my heart getting hot, pam-pam-pam

Your hands meet the bare skin of a chiseled chest, the now familiar dimples greeting you as he grips your hips to sway in time with the music.  

Over and over, you’re spun around, with each breath, a new face greets you, until you’re looping back around.

You’re becoming almost familiar with them each as you feel them draw you deeper into their forbidden dance.

Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Yeosang, Mingi, Seonghwa, Jongho, Yunho, San….

Over and over they blur in and out of your vision until the chorus builds and their voices combine gloriously, hypnotizing you;

Dance tonight, in this burning night

Queen of the night, star of my eyes

Wake me up with your gaze

Take my soul, take my heart, love is blind 

Take my soul, take my heart, love is blind; Let's go

The night sky gleams golden as the edges of your vision start to fuzz, many sets of arms assuring you that you won’t fall as the world goes black.

The heat of the sun beats down upon you, the clucking of chickens invading your sleep hazed mind.

Holding your hand over your eyes to shield them, you look up at the men standing above you.

They're dressed much differently than the previous night, and you sit up slowly, wondering what happened.

Clad in wide brimmed work hats, shovels and pickaxes in hand, the maniacal eyes of the blonde man meet yours as he kneels beside you.

“Come on, love.” he says, his voice dancing as he tucks a tendril of hair behind your ear.

The sound of a clarinet fills the air as a distant rooster crows.  

“What…where are we going?” You ask him, looking around at the eyes studying you.

“Gotta work.” 

[pomefioredove]

hiiii

could you make a list of ur ocs and their descriptions from ur noble bell college fic at some point i am itching to draw them already

JUMPING UP AND DOWN!!! I actually wrote something like this for the first two characters who have appeared so far but I didn't post it cause I was like "eh, not that important"

SO I'm just going to copy and paste it here

the other original characters (I have... three? rn) I'm still working on

Pierrot Gregoire

I'm sure a lot of people kind of went "who the hell is this supposed to be" since Pierre himself was not in the Disney adaptation

...which is kind of the reason I wanted to include him, since he's my favorite character from the novel and is almost never adapted accurately (stop making him cool and romantic and interesting!!)

the naming choice was rather easy. obviously, it sounds like his name. "Pierrot" is also a pantomime character, and I thought the connection to the theater was fitting. he is literally like a sad clown

appearance:

tall, taller than rollo (around 183 cm/6 feet)

thin

thinner face/long nose

round, green eyes

hair is more of a muted blond, cut just below his chin, obviously a little unkempt (curls and sticks out in odd places). he has bangs too

I don't know if I could describe his stupid little hat. but he has a stupid little black hat. it looks like the tall cousin of a beret

he looks kinda sad and tired all the time and his uniform is always a little worn down

nonetheless he is very smiley. to me. he loooves to chit chat. he talks to himself in the third person

sort of resembles rook (which could mean nothing at all!!!)

this artwork and this artwork of Pierre himself are close to what I envision

Gregoire more or less plays a role similar to ADeuce at NRC. I'm still trying to figure out how I want to write him, but he will be novel-like more than anything. so he's like... clumsy and socially unaware and loves to talk. his fatal flaw is cowardice, but otherwise he's... niceish. compared to everyone else, at least. I already know I'm going to write him nicely

Bou de Neige

a very long time ago I saw an oc of the h.rose. the horse. disney frollo's fuckass evil horse. and I cannot remember anything about the oc, but the very concept left such an impression on me that I could not help but make my own

for those of you who are blissfully unaware, Frollo's horse is named Snowball. Bou de Neige is a play on boule de neige, which is the direct translation of snowball. according to the internet, "Bou" also means ox in Catalan. close enough! and it sounds like "boo", referencing the scary nature of the horse. I'm not going to add a picture but those animators really knew how to make a scary horse

the design I have in my head is loosely based off this npc model:

except his hair is the same style but darker, he has sharper features (CRAZY winged eyeliner) and maroonish eyes? he's not even a horse beastman he's just some freak

at the time the fic takes place he's kind of an asshole, so he always looks a little pissed. he gets better before glomas dw :)

this freak is the vice president of the student council

picture also reminded me to say that these outfits are most certainly not every day wear. to me, they're equivalent to the ceremonial robes at nrc. the actual uniforms are less... intense. I can draw clothes so I'll deal with that later, these are good references for now

[chuuyaspinkmotorcycle]

Day 8: Hats of @/Black00Cat’s (twt) SKKtober

Chuuya gets it.

He really does.

He, too, would be willing to steal to get a hat as cool as his.

That does not include Dazai stealing his, though.

So, after the something-thousandth attempt to steal his hat, Chuuya’s had enough.

If Dazai truly wants a hat, then Chuuya will do the great favor of – ew – helping him out.

Chuuya, for one, is ready to leave by the agreed-upon-beforehand time. And as he should have expected, Dazai is not.

The Agency really did soften Dazai up. He knows time is not easy to get in the mafia and yet here he is wasting Chuuya’s.

That’s fine, Chuuya thinks as he grabs Dazai by the leg to haul him out of his futon. It’s all fine.

Twenty minutes and incessant whining later, they are out the door and revving down the street on Chuuya’s motorcycle.

Chuuya does Dazai, and himself, a favor by taking them to a cheaper store under the guise of figuring out what looks good on Dazai, but really because he knows Dazai’s gonna steal his card to pay.

There’s not the greatest selection to choose from but it’ll work.

First, there’s the classic baseball cap in blue. A good shade on Dazai but not something he could see the man wearing everyday.

Next, it’s a beanie with a little puffball on top. This one’s white and while Dazai looks, admittedly, kinda cute in it, it’s also still way too hot outside to be wearing that, so on to the next.

It comes in the form of a cowboy hat? Chuuya’s not really sure why it’s there in the middle of Yokohama but he’s guessing someone threw an American Western party.

Now, you didn’t hear it from him, but damn, Dazai can rock a cowboy hat. Maybe he should get him to dress up as that for Halloween…

Anyway, Dazai puts on a beret next and does his most horrible French impression of which Chuuya’s not going to give commentary for.

The next hat – a sailor hat – also looks a bit too good on Dazai and now Chuuya has to decide on whether to make Dazai be a cowboy or a sailor for Halloween. If only they had a tiara here, his choice would have been obvious.

While Chuuya brews on that, Dazai picks up a fedora, moving to imitate first Michael Jackson – for which he gets no reaction, how rude – and then copies Chuuya’s thoughtful stance until the redhead notices.

Chuuya did notice, mind you, and the fedora does not look as good as his porkpie, thank you very much.

There’s only two left now, though Chuuya doesn’t think they’ll fit Dazai all that well.

The second to last to be tried on is a newsboy cap. Dazai shows the most interest in this cap. Chuuya shows the least, making the most disgusted face possible as his thoughts turn to a certain other genius detective and receiving a smirk from Dazai as he pieces everything together.

Somewhere out there, Chuuya hopes Ranpo sneezes on his candy.

Moving on, the last hat, a black bucket hat, is gingerly placed on Dazai’s head, the man doing a few rotations in front of the mirror to get a good look.

And maybe Chuuya was wrong about being a hat expert because holy shit, Dazai looks /good/ in a bucket hat.

Dazai adjusts the hat a little before pouting. “I can’t see.”

“Yes, you can, idiot, just push the front up a little,” Chuuya says, already reaching a hand up to do so.

Dazai, the dramatic ass, cries out, “So Chibi doesn’t want to see my gorgeous face when we fu– mmph!”

Thank Arahabaki Chuuya had his hand up already from fixing the hat to slap it over Dazai’s mouth.

“Shut it!” he hisses at the brunet, but the sly grin on Dazai’s face tells him everything he needs to know.

He’s paying for the hat.

[makiitabaki]

Merry Christmas, everyone (if you celebrate, that is)!

This might sound like a rather random thing to put here, but I wish every person celebrating with family they're not very fond of strength, safety, perseverance in dealing with their relatives, and, of course, not losing their health over them.

I'm adding this here because we are usually expected to be madly joyful during this time of year, despite the fact that for many of us the holidays are the only time of year we actually see our extended family, and it's never, excuse the euphemism, very peachy.

Speaking of family and Christmas, today a recipe that was originally created by Pszoniak's mother – she didn't write it down; Wojtek had to figure it out himself. Carp is the typical dish Poles eat on the 24th.

Day xx1v

"Warm carp done the Jewish way with pasta"

Ingredients [for four people]: 2 medium sized carps, 4 onions, butter, olive oil, fresh pasta

How to make:

1. Prepare the carps; fillet them. Cut the fillets crosswise into portions about 4cm wide.

2. Cut the onions into slices. Blanch them in a kitchen strainer and throw them into a saucepan with previously melted butter and 1 tbsp olive oil. When golden, add a few tablespoons of cold water. Cover and simmer over low heat for 4-5 minutes. Then put it away [from the stove].

3. Fry the [previously] salted carp pieces in hot butter with olive oil, placing them first skin side down. Then after frying put the carp in a warm oven.

4. Boil the pasta [ribbon pasta is best] in salted water and 1 tbsp olive oil.

5. Mix the drained pasta with stewed onion. Transfer it to a warmed platter. Top with fried carp pieces. Serve with a sauerkraut salad.

As I have mentioned previously, this recipe wasn't ever written down. Wojtek had to experiment. And when he finally managed to make it just like his mother would he wrote this down:

"I managed to match my mother ['s skill]/I was able to match my mother ['s skill]"

And here we have the last rare, young Pszoniak. He is sitting in a tram, most likely being photographed by his mother. He's wearing a rather smart beret and scarf. It seems this photo was taken during winter or autumn, Wojtek probably ate that exact dish on Christmas Eve.

[nirvanawrites111]

May I Have Your Attention Please? (Sub!Hongjoong x dom!reader)

Word count: 2757

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem Reader, She/her pronouns

Genre: enemies to lovers, dom!reader x sub!idol

Warnings: smut, pegging, fingering male receiving, GANGTEEZ tings, mention of drugs, cum eating, handjob, spanking, a little degrading not much

Also, MDNI pls and thank you!!!

"Hongjoong, why do you keep stealing my corner, boys?" You barge into his meeting, not giving a fuck who he's talking to or what he's talking about.

His crew, affectionally known as Gangteez, pulls out their guns on you, but that doesn't bother you.

You stand tall and hold your head high with your hands at the sides of your hips. The latest dress from YSL covers your body with your favorite YSL heels to match.

You make eye contact with the devil himself, Kim Hongjoong. His gaze on you is intense, but it doesn't intimate you a bit.

Hongjoong snaps his black-painted fingers, and the six men lower their guns. He stands up from his desk and walks around.

His steps are wide, and he hovers toward you.

While you are wearing a red dress that is inches away from your knees, Hongjoong is wearing a leather jacket with a matching beret—one of his signatures with a Balmain t-shirt and jeans.

Of course, he stands before you a few inches shorter than you since you have on heels. Right now, the only thing that will soothe this matter is you digging your YSL heel into his chest and killing him yourself.

The room is incredible, and even though you are towering over him. He manages to radiate big dick energy though you hate to admit it.

You don't have to explain how much you are a boss bitch to any of these muthafuckers in this room. Your work and contribution to the game speak for themselves.

"Clear the room," he instructs his gang, and there is a quick pattering of feet against the carpeted floor. There isn't questioning of his decision or backtalk. Similar to how things are when you are with your crew.

His orbs are still locked on you, and you haven't bothered to look away. Some people might be scared of the leader of Gangteez, but not you.

The door closes, and he smirks at you. "So, now, do I have your attention, Y/n?" Hongjoong raises a questioning brow.

You tilt your head and study his face. Where the fuck is this coming from? Why would he need your attention?

Attention? You tilt your head and study his face. Where is this coming from?

"What is this really about, Joong? I don't come to this side of town often."

"I know it's hard for you to be around us common folk, but you are so hard to reach. So, I figured this was the best way to get your attention."

"Hard to reach?" You chuckle, almost in disbelief at his gesture. "My number hasn't changed in years. So, cut the bullshit. What do you want?"

"I was thinking we could have a little arrangement," His eyes lower and trails down your body. His gaze is invasive.

You snap your fingers at him. "Hey. Eyes up here. Please, I'm not one of your toys.

He's not the first man to proposition you, and you're sure he wouldn't be the last.

"Yes, a little birdie told me you were looking for a new distributor."

"Who told you that?"

"Maybe you should be careful of who knows all your secrets."

"I keep everything close to me. My organization is doing just fine."

"I doubt that. I mean, your structure is a bit weak. Don't you think?"

You want to take a deep breath to readjust your energy. But, he's so damn close to you that any sign of a reaction would indicate that he's indeed speaking facts.

You're unsure how he knows, but there will be hell to pay when you get home.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"Because you should be running things with me. We should work together and take over the city."

You laugh at him. His ideas are comical and unrealistic. Hongjoong is a power-hungry man. He must be dominant in every way possible.

You know good, and damn well, he wouldn't want to share any decision-making with anyone. He's too bossy for that.

"Work with you? On what planet? You must have lost your damn mind."

"I mean, working with me has its perks. Seonghwa told me how rough you can be in the bedroom."

Your chest is set ablaze when he drops your little secret. This man already has too much entail on you. Why would Park Seonghwa, the one who you have whimpering on his knees, run his mouth to your sworn enemy? It's not that you have told Seonghwa about Hongjoong. But, how could they even be in the same circles?

You also don't want to cut things off with your billionaire boo either because you have such a great time making him fall to his knees and service you.

"Seonghwa didn't tell you that."

"Oh, but he did. He ranted and raved so much about you that it made me curious. You know how he is," you reply.

"How'd you even know him?"

"We went to preschool together. He went the straight path, and I was destined to run the streets."

"Why are you curious about what I do with other men? Are you jealous?"

"I mean, I have had my fair slew of women all over the city, the country, even. But, no one piques my interest in the way you do."

You smirk at his compliment, and you know where he's going with this.

"I'm not letting you fuck me. Hell, no."

"Who said I would do that? I want you to fuck me."

"In exchange for what?"

"Product to hold you until you find a new distributor."

"Fine, this is a one-time offer. Meet me tomorrow at the four seasons at 11 p.m. If you're one minute late, then the deal is off."

"Perfect, see you there."

***

You pull the last flexi-rod out of your hair and place them on the hotel sink. You take a look at yourself in the mirror.

You know you look so damn good, and you hate that you are wasting on that annoying ass Hongjoong. But, your business can benefit from the product to hold you over until you find a new distributor.

You still have a bone to pick with Seonghwa, but you will handle him accordingly for running his mouth.

Tonight, your focus is Kim Hongjoong, and you plan to handle this man. At the end of the day, he will be whimpering on your strap, and after that, you will have some product.

It's a win-win for everyone. But, you still have to keep your enemy close to you.

You do a spin in your red lace bra and panties. Your thigh-high heels match your outfit to give you a bomb look . Your neck is draped in an expensive Cuban link that Seonghwa bought you last month for your birthday.

A knock at the door causes you to step out of the bathroom. You walk down the hall of your hotel room and approach the door. You stare at the peephole. Your gun is tucked in your underwear. You already have your strap-on so that is no fumbling necessary when it is time to fuck him.

You grab your see-through lace robe. You toss it on and open the door.

"Good evening, Hongjoong."

"Hello, Y/n, you look amazing," Hongjoong compliments you, and it's what you expect. He's wearing a black T-shirt which you know is designer without even looking at the tag, and he's wearing ripped dark blue jeans.

You pull him into the room and grab the basket at the door. You close the door behind him, and he stares down at the empty basket.

"What's this?" He points down at the basket and looks at you.

"Keys, gun, and phone, please. You will get it back once I release you. The only one strapped tonight will be me," you inform him and give him a quick wink.

"Fine," Hongjoong says. He reaches into his pocket and drops his keys, phone, and wallet.

You continue to hold the basket. "Gun, sir."

Hongjoong reaches inside his coat jacket and places his gun inside. You pat him down, going inside his coat.

You get close to him and take a whiff of him and his cologne. He's wearing a different scent than he usually does and it smells lighter than usual. He seems good, and you reach down to pat him down further, and you grab his dick.

You stare up at him. "I'm packing, but in other ways," Hongjoong winks at you.

"Uh huh," you roll your eyes at him. You finish inspecting him, and he passes. "I'll be right back."

You retrieve to the back to lock up his items, and you return to him.

"Let's have a quick chat, first."

"Sounds good," he replies.

He follows you to the living room area, and you sit down on the couch, and the moonlight shines in the space. You have candles lit to set the mood and give the room an extra glow.

"So, we agreed that this is a one-time thing. This is strictly a business exchange."

"Yes, that is correct."

"You understand that you won't be inside of me in any type of way, correct?"

"Yes, I understand. That's what I wanted."

"You cannot tell anyone about this either, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You two go further into the conversation to talk about a safe word, and you agree on "Outlaw". You both discuss limits and communicate what you are both comfortable with.

You invite him to go into the bedroom. You push him on the bed.

"Is this what you wanted all this time?" You ask him.

"Yes, I've been waiting a long time to be your bitch."

Something sparks inside of you, and instantly you feel something for him. Hearing him say that does something to you.

You reach for his belt and remove it from his pants. You toss it over your shoulder.

"Of course, you want that. But, trying to sabotage my business isn't the smartest thing."

"But, it got me here.. right?"

"Take off your clothes," you request.

He's mouthy, and it's exactly what you expect. You expect him to try to push you using his words. If you really thought about it, he's always said something to get a rise out of you.

"Yes, mistress," Hongjoong replies. He takes off his clothes layer by layer.

"Get on your hands and knees. I think I need to show you who is in charge."

Hongjoong assumes the position, but he's too eager. It's like he's been wanting to be punished by you for a long time.

You move behind him and rub his ass. "Ready? Count with me."

You slap his ass hard, and he jumps a little—his ass ripples against your hand.

"One," Hongjoong repeats with you.

"Two."

"Three."

"Now, the next time you need my attention, you will not interfere with my business. You will come directly to me. Agreed?"

"Yes, mistress," He whimpers, and you slam his ass really hard that he yelps.

You love seeing him like this. You are not usually one to inflict pain on your partner, but he deserves it.

You turn him over before you can straddle him. You notice how hard he is. Of course, he's a pain slut. It doesn't surprise you at all. You straddle him.

"I want to watch you while I fuck you. Would you like that?"

"Yes.." Hongjoong replies softly. You are amazed at this side of him. The softness and submissiveness are something you aren't used to. It has you wondering has he always had this side to him the whole time.

This is not the same Hongjoong with a different chick on his arm at every event—the one whose name is feared in the streets.

This Hoongjoong before you is willing to submit to you. You grab his arms and put them above his head. You stare deep into his eyes. For a split second, you admire how beautiful he looks.

"Are you enjoying this? Did you like being spanked?"

"I loved it. You are exceeding my expectations and then some, Mistress."

His response has you questioning yourself for a moment. Could you engage with him again?

"So, are you ready to get fucked? Because that's what you came for?"

"Mmm.. yess mistress," Hongjoong moans, and it's the most beautiful thing you've heard in a long time. It sends a feeling wave in your core that quickly trails down to your pussy.

You are a sucker for a man that moans for you. The sounds alone drive you crazy. Even though your word is your bond, if he keeps moaning like this, you might have to break your agreement once.

You roll off him and grab the lube off the dresser. You return back to him. "This is your first time receiving anal, right?" You ask him.

"Yes. I guess you get to pop my cherry, tonight. Huh?"

"I guess so.. let's start out slow, first. I'm going to finger you first. Is that okay?"

"Of course, mistress. I'm your bitch. You can do whatever you want to me."

You lube your fingers and slide one into his ass. His face tenses up a bit. "Relax, baby. I got you. It's going to feel good soon enough. But, you gotta relax."

Hongjoong wets his lips, and he nods. You had no plans to kiss this man, but you didn't want to traumatize the man. So, you lean forward and kiss him on the lips.

Hongjoong relaxes and deepens the kiss. Another moan slips from his lips while you proceed to finger him. You spend a few moments embracing him while you are getting him to relax.

Now, he's working his ass against your finger. "Stick another in, please," he whines.

"Please, what?" You pull away from kissing him.

"Please, Mistress. I need another finger in my ass," His voice is all whiny, and he's surprising the fuck out of you.

You test him by sticking your tongue inside his mouth and jamming another finger in his ass. You stretch him a little bit, but he's so much more relaxed.

He works his ass like a good little slut, and you enjoy exploring this side of Hongjoong.

"You are so needy. I like this side of you. I would have never expected you to be like this. How long have you wanted this?"

"Since we first met."

"Interesting.. so you ready to receive what you've been asking for?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good."

You grab the lube and pour it onto your strap and add more lube to your fingers to make it a smooth experience.

You slide your strap inch by inch until you are entirely into him. You watch his body react to yours. You take it easy and work yourself into him slowly.

Hongjoong rises off the bed and wraps his legs around. He moves his lower half to match your movement.

"Ah, you're not a pillow princess. Have I awakened a slut?" You tease him.

Hongjoong covers his visibly flushed face. You grab his hands.

"Don't get shy on me now, princess." You uncover his hands to reveal his beautiful face once again. You know he's desperate and needy for you all wrapped in one.

"How does it feel?" You pound into him, but not fast. Your stroke is precise and diligent. You could easily make him come and end the night. But, you want to enjoy this.

"Really good, mistress. I've never felt like this before."

You lean forward and slip your tongue in his mouth again. This kiss is much more passionate than before. Your hands push down into the mattress and you drill into him.

You slip to the right side of his neck and suck on it. You bite his neck to entice him even more.

His hand slips between the two of you, and you feel him jerking his dick. You cover your hand with his and help him. After all, he is your bitch even if it's one night only.

"Come for me. Joongie," You coo.

Before you can say anything else, he releases in your hand and his. You lick it off your hand, savoring the taste.

You pull out of him and kiss him on his face. You grab his hand, and he automatically cleans off the last of his cum after his hand.

"I like this side of you."

"You're welcome to see it anytime."

Part 2

[juanarc-thethird]

What can I get you? Part 5

After the little incident that happened at the drive-thru and the revelation that Jaune has female fans. Bleiss has taken the time to investigate who are the girls who want to take her man away from her. Right now she is sitting on the farthest chair in the room. she wears a raincoat, a large scarf on top of her head, some sunglasses, and she is drinking a soda.

Weiss: Bleiss, what are you doing?

Bleiss turns her head in surprise and sees her sister in uniform sweeping the floor next to her table.

Bleiss: How did you know it was me?! I use this outfit to go unnoticed.

Weiss: It's a good outfit, but nobody in their right mind would come to eat at a fast food restaurant wearing Prada.

Bleiss: You're right, I would have worn Louis Vuitton.

Weiss: My God. What are you doing sitting here? Aren't you going to flirt with my Jaune?

Bleiss: Your Jaune?

Weiss: You heard me.

The two girls glare at each other for a moment but Bleiss stops and takes a deep breath.

Bleiss: I'm sorry sis, but I don't have time to fight with you right now. I have to know who are the admirers who want to take my Jaune from my arms.

Weiss: You are wasting your time. Most of his fans are older women who flirt with him for fun. Nothing serious.

Bleiss: Ok, and the rest?

Weiss: The rest are… what would you call them?… they are... aggressive in their own unique way.

Bleiss: So they like to go on the offensive. My respects, not many women dare to take the first step.

Weiss: I wouldn't feel that way about them. Look at them first and then tell me if you like them or not.

Bleiss: Whatever. Since you work here. What time will the first bitch arrive?

Weiss: *Looks at her watch* It will arrive at any moment. She works at the bookstore near here. Her name is Blake.

Bleiss: She works at a bookstore? Ha! I bet she looks like a nerd. With braids and a hideous sweater.

Weiss: Here she comes.

The front door of the restaurant opens and a beautiful girl with black hair appears. She is wearing a dark blue button down blouse, and her sleeves are up to her elbow. The collar of the blouse was round, the buttons were dark silver. She also wears a brown skirt with lines that make a square pattern. Dark blue stockings and brown boots the same color as the skirt. She also wears a brown beret. Her figure was that of a model, long legs, a small waist, and a generous chest. But what stood out the most about her was her huge ass. Bleiss, she couldn't believe it.

Bleiss: Holy shit! How can a bookstore girl be so hot?

Weiss: And wait till you see how she flirts with Jaune.

At the counter

Blake: Hey Jaune~

Jaune: Hi Blake, how have you been?

Blake: After seeing you, I feel excellent today. And you?

Jaune: So so. What can it get you?

Blake: Did you read the book I lent you?

Jaune: That's not on the menu, but I did read the book.

Blake: Did you like it?

Jaune: I liked it, but I would like it more if you told me what you are going to order.

Blake: Do you want to act a few scenes with me? Especially the spicier parts~

Jaune: So you'll order the usual. Got it.

Blake: What do you say, you want to be my hero tonight?~

Jaune: Here is your order. A fish sandwich with extra mayonnaise, fries, and an iced raspberry tea. Anything else?

Blake: *Smiles* You~

Jaune: I'm sorry miss, but that's not on the menu.

Blake: Tease *Swipes her card and pays* One of these days I'll convince you. See you later Jaune~ *wink*

She takes the food and goes to sit at one of the empty tables.

Bleiss: Huh, she went for the kill, she's good. But she is not good like me.

Weiss: Says the girl who is still trying to get a date.

Bleiss: Shut it. Also, the way you talked about her, I thought they she would be more dangerous.

Weiss: Is not over.

Blake then comes back to the counter.

Blake: Jaune, there's something wrong with my food.

Jaune: I'm sorry to heard that, what's wrong?

Blake removes the bread from the top of the sandwich and points with her finger.

Jaune: I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

Blake: Look closely.

Jaune: *Gets closer* I see nothing.

Blake: Closer

Jaune: I still see nothing.

Blake: *Slowly move the sandwich towards her* Just keep looking.

Jaune: *follows the sandwich* I could see it better if you stopped moving the sand-!

Without warning Blake used a free hand to hold Jaune's face and she lick his cheek.

Jaune: *Surprised and blushing* Blake!

Blake: That was what was wrong. Something sweet was missing.

As an embarrassed Jaune retreats to the staff room, Weiss and Bleiss were shocked. Weiss knows Blake is bold, but this is the first time he's seen her do this.

Bleiss: She just lick my Darling!

Weiss: Normally she kisses his cheek. This is the first time she has done this!

Bleiss: She normally kisses his cheek?!!! *Angry* That's it, I'll tell that girl to leave my man alone!

Bleiss was about to stand up, until the restaurant doors are flung open and a loud voice fills the room.

Yang: I'm starving!

A girl with light skin and blonde hair draws attention in the room. She has her hair in a ponytail. She wears a white sleeveless top and on top of that she wears a black leather jacket. She is also wearing some gray jeans, black boots, and a pair of sunglasses that she still hasn't taken off her face. But what bothers Bleiss the most is that she has huge tits, as big as two melons if she can describe it like that.

Bleiss: Who is this loud bitch?

Weiss: Shit, she came early. Her name is Yang.

Bleiss: She's another admirer?

Weiss: Yes. She is a boxing coach in the afternoons for her father's gym. She usually arrives later. I hope she doesn't cause trouble.

Bleiss: Huh?

Yang: Now where is my Lover Boy?!

Bleiss: Lover Boy?

Weiss: That's what she calls Jaune.

She looks around the restaurant and sees Jaune coming out of the staff room to clean some tables.

Yang: *Smiles* I found you~

She walks up to him, spanks him, and she leaves her hand there.

Jaune: Hey!

Yang: *She takes off her sunglasses* Hello Jaune, you look delicious as usual~

Jaune: Yang, I told you not to do that!

Yang: You say that but I know you love it~

Jaune: *A little upset* Yang....

Yang: What's wrong, your work has you stressed? I have an idea. How about we go out for a couple of beers after your shift is over? *She hugs his arm and presses her chest against it* And if that isn't enough, we can go to my apartment to hang out~ What do you say?

Jaune: Thanks, but I have to decline your offer. I have an exam the next day.

Yang: In that case, let's both go straight to my place and I'll help you relax.~ I assure you that you will wake up as a new man and ready for the exam.

Jaune: Tempting but I have things to do today besides studying.

Yang: I can give you a hand *Show him a little bit of cleavage* and maybe more~

Bleiss: I will kill that bitch!!

Weiss: *Stops her* Wait, don't get your hands dirty. Let nature take its course.

Bleiss: The fuck?! What the hell does that mean?!

Weiss: Just watch.

Jaune: Thanks for the offer, but I have-

Blake: *Hugs jaune's other arm* Better things to do than be with a cow like you.

Yang: Hi Blake, always so sweet. How are you, alone as always?

Blake: Alone with my dear Jaune. We are very close.

Jaune: I wouldn't say close, more like acquaintances.

Yang: It seems that Lover boy here does not like to be with you. Why don't you go away and let him have fun with a real woman.

Jaune: Actually, I'd rather go back to work.

Blake: Jaune you are always responsible. That's something I like about you~

Yang: Calm down kitty. Jaune, have you been exercising? Your arms feel stronger and more muscular~

Blake: *She lets go of his arm* Why don't you go eat a salad somewhere else? You're already top heavy, you don't want to put more weight on your stomach.

Yang: *She also lets go of his arm* Listen to your own slut advice. Have your hips always been so big or is it because of all the food you swallow like a pig?

Blake: Are you still upset because your mom doesn't love you? poor thing

Yang: How about your ex boyfriend? He's still in that terrorist cult?

Blake: Shut the fuck up!

Yang: Make me, you whore!

The two girls started hitting each other. They pulled their hair, they scratched each other, and they gave each other some good blows here and there. Everything was going from bad to worse until the manager appeared.

Junior: What's going on here?! *He looks at the fight.* Hey! Yang, Blake, break it up or I kick you both out of my restaurant!

The two girls stop and each go their own way. Blake to sit down to eat and Yang to order her food.

Junior: Jaune, I need you to take out the trash.

Jaune: Yes sir.

Junior: Thanks. *Leaves*

Jaune leaves, heading to the back of the kitchen for the trash.

Bleiss: Why Junior didn't kick them out right away? I am going to talk with him.

Weiss: Sister wait. You can't kick them out.

Bleiss: Why not? It is our family restaurant. We can do that.

Weiss: Yes, but...

Bleiss: But?

Weiss: They... They are my friends.

Bleiss: You are friends with the enemy?!!

[ibedressin]

@purestmaiden was in NYC and came for a visit. It was nice to briefly catch up!

Jacket: vixen by Micheline Pitt

Dress: vaquera

Shoes: Steve madden

Hat: heihei

Tights: find them on google

Earrings: vivienne westwood

Choker: creepy yeha

Pin: miss danger shop

Purse: Dr. Marten

I got out of work early and met up in the city to go look at fashion stuff. We hit up Vivienne Westwood for their little corset exhibit, but boo they didn't have some of the cooler pieces as advertised online. Still, it was nice to catch up with a friend. We also hit up Dover Street Market! It's really nice for inspiration and to see how the clothes are constructed in person.

This Vaquera dress is hilarious because I snagged it for around 250 when it was almost 1k. You know this shit don't got pockets? That annoyed me BUT I actually adore the design because I'm just a sucker for sailor shit.

Also my go to when I can't figure out what to wear has been VW earrings and the plaid heihei heart beret...I'm into the habitual outfit repeater thing lol. Fashion police leave me alone!

Again, I'm always aiming for the comfy because I be WALKING we walked from the westwood store to dover, so I was happy to wear what I was wearing. Check out some of the pretty designs I saw today!

[20dollarlolita]

CuratedKawaii Lolita Fashion Mystery Bundle Review

So a while back, I was made aware of this etsy listing:

I love mystery packs and lucky bags. It doesn't matter to me if it's good or terrible. I love me a lucky mystery bag. This listing had just little enough information about it to be unable to tell if it's bad or good, so I went for it. The thing about having this blog is that if something's bad, it's still good blog content.

Ordering process was pretty simple. I believe I had to pick a substyle from a drop-down list and then had a fill-in box where I could list colors and motifs that I want. I picked brown and cream classic. I paid $75, shipping non-inclusive.

Finally got the order in the mail a couple months later, and I had a whole lot of fun with this.

The idea is that the items included would be a full coordinate (minus shoes and petticoat).

Quick little economics comment: buying this is buying a service and a product. I knew going into this that I'd be paying for the curation service as part of the cost, so I was expecting to get less than $50 worth of items. The etsy seller has to make money on this, and you have to know going in that the seller has to make money on this. Expecting every item in the bag to total up to $75 is kind of stupid. This isn't like a AP lucky pack where everything is being sold at cost.

Actually, the price was one of the things that made me so interested. A full lolita coordinate for like $50 of stuff? Color me interested.

So, what did we get in the bag?

Main piece: Love Nadia JSKOP by Bodyline, in brown.

So on baby me's second ever Bodyline order, which I received Dec 31, 2012, I bought Love Nadia in purple, and was immediately disappointed in it. I then cut it up to plan to make a skirt out of it, put it in a box that's now labeled "abandoned projects", and it's still here to this day.

In that time, I've really regretted cutting it up, because I figured it probably wasn't as bad as I remember it being, and I just had a lot of confusion about how I wanted my own body to look.

So the first thing that I checked was to see if the weird printing part was still there. It is. I'd like to let everyone know that, in the past ten years, Bodyline did not fix the weird printing part. However, they DID add a side seam pocket!

Anyway, this wasn't a review of Love Nadia. This is a mystery bag review. I was very excited that there was an actual identifiable brand in the mystery bag. It wasn't super clear from the listing exactly how much experience with lolita the curator had, so I was bracing myself for some quality sweat lolita.

Second item was a cute bolero from Liz Lisa. I did immediately have to put this in the wash because, speaking of sweat lolita, it was a used item and it had a little bit of smell adhesion. But it's a nice cream lace cardigan thingy with a front tie. Love Nadia is not sure if it's an OP or a JSK and so having a shoulder wrap helps me not have to decide if its' a JSK or an OP. I like the term JSKOP, pronounced j-s-ko-p.

All the rest of the accessories are offbrand.

The socks are cream net socks with a little loop opening in the back. I find these so cool because they would probably look like they were trying to be really sexy on me if they were black, but they look just lovely in cream. I could go on a rant about color contrast here, but that's not why we're here. I loved getting some nice and detailed socks that I didn't have to worry about not fitting my kitten-holders.

There were two hair accessories included. Since this was supposed to be a full coord, I decided to try to wear both of them at once. One is a cute little beret with rickrack and a bow. It's got wig clips to help it stay on. I wore this yesterday in my comfy casual coord.

The other hair accessory was a bow barrette with a little lace drape. I think this one was handmade. I don't know who made it, but I really love that there was a handmade accessory included.

Fitting both the beret and the barrette (and keeping track of how many r's are in each word) on my head was a challenge, but I did it.

There was also a tie-on headbow. Since I already had two hair accessories going on, I opted to wear this one as a belt in the context of this coord. I do love me a good head-eating bow, so the fact that I can use this for that is very fun to me.

And then there were some little stretchy pearl bracelets. I wear stretchy bracelets all the time, and so it's good to have some new ones!

Total coord:

I was going to take a better picture without the cat poop box and where I was looking vaguely interested in being there, but Carhartt was in this picture (having just thrown litter everywhere) so we used it instead.

As far as substyle goes, it's very sweet. It's definitely the sweet end of the classic spectrum, and I could even just say it's brown sweet. There are a lot of little details that want to push it over to the classic edge. It's definitely brown and cream.

Functionally, there's a little bit of an issue where too many things want to take up the same space. IDK if the coord was intended to wear the headbow on your waist (but I couldn't find a better way to include it), but that bow sits right where the tie-front of the bolero wants to tie. The beret and the barrette are competing for the same real estate on the head, so I can't wear the beret like a beret without covering up the barrette. I promise that I DO know how to actually wear a beret normally.

In terms of including all the necessary parts of the coord, yeah, we checked all those boxes. Color balance is pretty good. All the colors are incorporated into the coord without leaving any weird blocks of just cream or just brown. I feel like whoever curated this box knows how to wear lolita fashion.

We knew this going in to the idea of getting a coord for <$50 of items, but there is a concern about the overall quality of these pieces. One of the fun things about lolita fashion is that you can balance things into your look. You can use a less expensive or lower-detailed accessory if you put it in a coord with more detailed items. A lot of these items are going to be really useful for me in future coords. However, I've previously addressed the idea of the "faking it" card, where you can only use so many not-quite-right items before it starts overtaking the coord. The accessories are lovely on their own, but when they're all put together, you kind of start to feel it. But this is a solid case of getting what I paid for, and I'm very happy.

Who do I recommend this for? I'm not sure I can recommend this package for a beginner that has no other items. You can build a wardrobe that's more accurate to how you want to coord things with the same money, and get pieces you know you'll use. But I do think that, if you have established pieces to later work the accessories in, it's a really fun sort of surprise gift. If you already wear lolita fashion and you want to try a new color or a new substyle, this can be really good inspiration, and fill in some gaps that you're likely to have as you branch into another direction.

A couple of things that I'd potentially like to see changed about this listing in the future: I'd really appreciate if there were photos of mystery bundles that had already been sent. I get not wanting to spoil the mystery, but taking some good flatlays of the bundles and then adding those flatlay pictures after the buyer reviews the bundle would be a really good addition. There's nothing wrong with the collages as listed, but seeing real items people have been given would help buyers a lot. I think it'd also be nice to drop something like, "This mystery bundle may contain new and lightly used items from Japanese and Chinese lolita brands, nonbranded accessories, and handmade accessories." I bought this partly because if it was terrible, that'd be funny for the blog, but I don't think that the primary audience of this was "people who want to take a gamble on losing their money." These kind of notes would be really helpful for people who were making the decision of if they want to buy.

Another potential option that I would love: CuratedKawaii definitely has good resources for getting fun offbrand and nonbranded accessories. I love my little beret and I love the socks and I love the tie-on bow. I love how well everything worked together. I feel like the budget here is the major limiting factor. While I don't think I'd want to spend $300 on a mystery bundle, I do think there's an untapped market that's at about the same price point as the mystery bundle. Everyone who is reading this and who has a problem where they keep buying dresses and not buying acessories, please raise your hand. Since that's most of us, let me pitch my idea: A mystery accessory bundle, where instead of saying what color and substyle we want, we just tell CuratedKawaii what main piece we want accessories for. I can write, "Hi, I just impulse bought this OP, and have no accessories for it. Please help!" This would give our curator friend a bigger budget to work with, since they don't have to budget for a main piece. I would absolutely LOVE to trust buying accessories over to another person and seeing what they come up with.

So yeah, I had a TON of fun unboxing this. I picked brown and cream because I knew that I needed more of both of those colors, and I love the flexibility of the things that I got. I got a bunch of stuff that I normally wouldn't buy for myself, and I like that I now have a bunch of cool creative items to work with in my wardrobe. I DIY a ton of things, and so I'm already planning how I can change and use the pieces I got to be a little more like I'm used to working with. I asked CuratedKawaii if they planned on putting up a listing for this again in the future, and they said they were. If anyone else out there reads my experience and thinks that it's the kind of mystery surprise that they'd want, I definitely recommend checking them out.

[xcyaeraa]

Simple (but cool) fashion items I love seeing ⋆.ೃ࿔ 🩰 ˖*༄

One thing I will always mention whenever someone asks me about my interests, one of them is always going to be fashion. I don't specifically recall what made me pique an interest in fashion but I think it's because I've been surrounded by it ever since I gained solid consciousness, my aunt used to make crafts using fabric and stitching, my mom sold batik dresses, and Evie (yes, Evie from Descendants) made me gain a liking for her and how we have the same interests. But even now in the double-digit age I never not think or obsess over fashion, especially now high-end and even more underrated fashion brands have been gaining more attention thanks to global ambassadors and the repetition of the 2000s culture and aesthetic.

Thanks to Pinterest, I have saved many of my favorite-- maybe niche maybe very simple fashion items I'd love to style and see, and I'd figure I'd share some on this post!

Low heels and pumps

Who else has/had an obsession with loafers and Mary Jane pumps? I surely do, matter of fact, I loved these types of shoes that I started wearing (flat) loafers to school! As someone who likes younger styles, I love low heels compared to stilettos when it comes to everyday wearing because you get to look stylishly and somewhat mysterious yet comfortable, I have never personally worn a low heel shoe before, but if I do ever get one, I will wear it every chance I get.

2. Flats

Super (not) fun fact, I got two compliments from my seniors about my loafers! I may be old school, but seeing loafers or even just regular flats being worn in school makes me happy, it's like you have a personality and character that you want to stand out, especially since most of us are more used to chunky sneakers. I find flats, specifically ballet flats super chic and cool, they look comfortable yet stylish.

3. Scarfs

Scarfs look super duper cozy, especially during winter and autumn, they also can look very sophisticated and elegant when worn tightly on the neck, but they can also look very cozy and warm when worn loosely like the ones I refer to in the images. Since I'm going to move to a lot more diverse weather, I'm excited to incorporate these warm and fuzzy fabrics into my outfits!

4. Bags

I love love shoulder bags and messenger bags that you can sling over or on your shoulder, I even think these are more sturdy and practical than backpacks, since I bring heavy books about 4 notebooks on average, I find these types of bag lighter to carry-- sure they may tense your muscles, but I find my father's old and rusty military bag less in risk of breaking. Unlike my 2-year-old backpack that's strap broke (っ °Д °;)っ... Again, I find every person who accessorizes their bags to the max very cool and characteristically deep because I love decorations!

5. Flower-patterned clothes/dresses/skirts

(no comment, just very cute o(*￣▽￣*)o.)

6. Short sleeved hoodies

These are so comfortable omg?!? Because I live in an area where the weather is never arctic cold (or I can't stand long sleeves) but love the premises of a hoodie's hood and zipper I love these short-sleeved hoodies and not just because it's light on the body but also because it looks good and cool even if it's not styled. I believe they were most popular in the 2000s and I rarely see these, so if anyone knows a brand or thrift store, it's very appreciated if you'd hmu!

7. Colored/patterned stockings

I saw someone on tiktok mentioning them, and I also found them very silly and cute, and the good thing is, as long as your stocking matches your outfit's vibe but it's a bit more in-your-face, it'll still blend out with your outfit!

8. Head accessories

I love head accessories so much-- especially as stylish as a beret, I don't know why, but adding small headbands or hairclips just shows a person's aesthetic just by how they're worn. Though I can't really see myself wearing these for a long period of time or else my hair is going to feel trapped...

9. Arm warmers

I saw these a lot in Japan, mostly worn by grandmas who are traveling by bicycle, and I found those so chic and cool, arm warmers are like stylish gloves, they serve the same purpose, but cuter! Especially the ones with mixed designs and colors.

10. Leg warmers

Lastly, leg warmers, surprisingly, they're comfortable to wear even in less chilly weather, they look super cute too! Again, they just look super fluffy and cozy, but outside Japan, I find myself struggling to find good-quality leg warmers ￣へ￣ so if anyone knows any brand that sells these, please lmk!!

impurities - le sserafim

1:50 ───ㅇ───── 3:16

[glapplebloom]

This series took “Applejack is a Background Pony” as an offense.

How Applejack Got Her Hat Back

This episode begins with Rarity setting a new trend: Cowboy hats. Applejack is excited at first, but as more ponies get into this trend Applejack feels like she’s not herself. If everyone is a cowpony, what is she? So the first half of the episode is focusing on her trying to find a new identity, via potions. After being a pilot, a Firemare, and an Astronaut, she decided that she needs something that says “I don’t know who I am.” She goes with being French, complete with beret.

Part 2 begins with Applejack sulking when she sees three other ponies who are not into trends. They ask Applejack to join them since she’s fitting their vibes and she accepts. She even got their current obsession: a cube that does something. What it is they don’t know. Rarity sees this and worries about Applejack. So wanting to fix her situation, Rarity takes that cube and makes it the next trend. All the while Applejack decided the heck with what other ponies wear: she’s a cowpony and she’s wearing that hat Trend or not. 

It ends with everything back to normal and Pinkie Pie figuring out what the cube is: something you can eat. Overall, this is my favorite of the series so far as honestly, if you change the scripting and stretch things out this could totally have been an actual episode of Friendship is Magic. And I honestly love the joke of Twilight and Applejack trying to figure out what that cube does.

Cute-pocalypse Meow

Everyone is trying to put on their game faces. This includes Fluttershy who, let's face it, could be stabbing you in the face and you will still find her cute. Going to the park to make up conversations people are having (I think Family Guy did something similar), she meets a cat: Bubbles Cherub McSquee. Animals can talk in this universe. Fluttershy seems obsessed with her new friend, but the others are worried about that. When they get to meet him, his jerky nature is revealed but Fluttershy seems to ignore it because “it's funny.” Plus Friendship Jewelry.

Though it seems the dam finally breaks when he says Reality TV is Trash. Technically he’s correct, but Pinkie Pie is currently in a Reality TV Show so they take offense to that. After all, Pinkie is working hard to win and his comments made her bum out. Even Fluttershy is upset with Bubbles. After he leaves, Fluttershy is confronted with the truth about Bubbles and decides to confront Bubbles. He’s already replaced her with Buttershy, a Fluttershy recolor who is more focused on her tablet than actually caring about Bubbles.

So they battle in a cute-off. Sure, he’s a cat but this is Fluttershy we’re talking about. She sends him flying off again and Fluttershy is back with her friends. Buttershy doesn’t really seem to notice anything. Overall, it’s alright but it reminds me of Dishwater Slog two episodes ago: very hard to watch because the jerk brings it down. It's slightly better as said jerk gets their comeuppance. Though Applejack’s Hat is still the best episode to me.

[flightfoot]

I think people blame Adrien for Chat Blanc because of how he kept him finding out Marinette is Ladybug a secret just so he could date her.

Oh not THIS again. Okay, just to refresh people, here's the transcript of what happened.

Plagg: No, no, no, no! (tries pulling the beret away from Adrien) It doesn't make any sense, Marinette is Marinette and Ladybug is— Adrien: Marinette! (holds the beret closer to him) Plagg: Okay Adrien, this whole thing smells like rotten cheese. You know you aren't supposed to know each other's secret identities! Adrien: Just because I know her secret identity doesn't mean she has to know about mine. Everything will be just fine, I promise. (wears the beret and runs out) Plagg: Adrien! Putting a smelly piece of cheese in a box doesn't stop it from smelling!

There was nothing explicitly there about "Oh if I tell Marinette that I know her secret, then I can't date her, but if I DO tell her then I CAN date her." My read on it was that he was just convinced that so long as he didn't tell her he figured out that she was Ladybug, then there wouldn't be any problems with secret identities. It's not like he tried to find out on purpose that she was Marinette, or like he could undo his knowledge of her being Marinette, and it doesn't seem like they'd made any plans for what to do if one of them accidentally figured out who the other one was, so this is uncharted territory. While I would have preferred him to try to tell her he figured out her secret, I can see why he didn't.

I also want to point out that literally no one in the show who's accidentally found out a secret identity has ever told the person they did so at the time. So this ain't just an Adrien issue.

And even if this HAD been "Adrien keeping it secret that he found out Ladybug's secret identity because he thought he wouldn't be able to date her if she knew he'd figured that out," that still wouldn't mean he was to blame for destroying Paris. That is many dominoes away from the incident that actually caused Adrien to be akumatized into Chat Blanc, and it's not something that he could have reasonably have foreseen would lead to that. At that point, you might as well call Marinette evil and awful and blame her for Chat Blanc happening for using her powers in order to give Adrien a present. That's only a few dominoes further back, and it's about as easy to foresee for the characters how that could lead to the destruction of the world.

[looney-mooney-studio]

So. For the Summerstuck thing. I was trying to figure out how to translate Phineas and Ferb into Homestuck-style sprites, when it hit me. If I’m doing this, there’s only one way to render their sprites. Recolored promotional art

Couldn’t fit this in the alt text, but there’s 4 recolored sprites in each image, with different poses. The only one with a different outfit than the id describes is Isabella’s last Sprite, where she’s wearing an Alternian version of her Fireside Girls uniform, where the top half of her dress is pink instead of black and her belt is fuscia instead of gold, and she has a fuscia beret with holes poked in it for her horns to peek out. Phineas was the trickiest to make, mostly cuz of his teeth, but Ferb was shockingly easy to troll-ify.

Still not sure if I’m gonna ever make SummerStuck and actual fan adventure, but. I actually ended up putting a lot more effort into this than originally intended. Sprite edits are FUN