#i made this to be printed out & folded lol i'm gonna print these when i get the time

[raazberry]

nothing really interests me lately, a tiny zine

made this to finally get out of the "i can't create anything" mindset i was in, hopefully now that i've finally made something i can leave myself alone about it :,)

[cregan-starks]

HOLY SHIT, LAURA!! 🥺🥺🥺 Thank you so, so, so much for taking the time to read, reblog, and write such elaborate comments!! It means a lot to me, it genuinely made my week (probably my month tbh)!! 🥹🥹🥹 I'll put my response under the cut 'cause it's long lol

Honestly, I always have a hard time focusing on anything longer than 6K words. But this? This went by in a blur. 🤭

Oh my, this is such a compliment! 😭 I'm so glad and flattered that the fic had you hooked and that you were able to get through it easily!! 🤗

The built up to Visenya‘s capture at the Stoney Sept was perfect. Her arrival in Harrenhal, the conversation with Daemon and eventually her being out with the army. Amazing. This was so well written, I couldn’t stop reading.

Omg, fun fact: I actually wrote the beginning after I finished writing the rest of the fic 'cause I felt like I needed some sort of introduction/prologue. I'm glad it made sense and paid off!!

The fight between Vhagar and her dragon gave me God‘s Eye vibes and I waited for hers to perish at the claws of Vhagar. But luckily that didn’t happen!

There were definitely some parallels with God's Eye, and I'm so excited that you picked up on that!! 👀 I applaud you for it!! 🥳 Blackwing is a tough girlie, so she pulled through!

And damn, she‘s fierce! Her comebacks with Criston are hilarious — he deserves it.

"Fierce" is a great word to describe Visenya! I would pay for more Visenya v. Criston moments; she's channeling Daemon, just like her dad fr 😌

But then Aemond comes and I just gasped. From the moment she stepped into his tent, I wasn’t sure what to feel anymore.

I wanted to capture the unease one would feel when Aemond shows up unexpectedly, his unpredictability makes him both intimidating and dangerous, y'know.

I am always a sucker for taking off his eyepatch and this was so damn soft, despite her tossing it aside. 🫠

Ha, same brain cell! I also love when the eyepatch gets removed. It's such a vulnerable moment for him. Alas, Visenya didn't take the time to fold it properly 😔

Okay, but PLEASE. He‘s sucking at her bottom lip? And hoists her on the table? Chain me up. This is so hot already, I am afraid that any smut will simply make me ✨ combust ✨

This was just brainrot on my part. I really wanted to introduce elements of the traditional Valyrian wedding ceremony, and the blood-drinking part seemed fitting lmao. They match each other's freak, etc etc.

*sobs* Cregan is a decent man. 🥹

Yes, he is, damn it!! 😩

THIS WAS MEANT TO MAKE ME SIMP FOR AEMOND NOT FOR CREGAN. *swoons* I just love that man your honor.

You can simp for both!! Also, this meme is accurate for this fic imo

Okay, but this is so cute??? Imagine that wolf of a man covered in snowflakes 🥹

Visenya is still a teenager (18), so she tends to romanticise a lot of things. She definitely does it with Cregan, and I wanted to show that with moments like these. But you're right, it was cute 🥺

Damn, he really is heartbroken! He deserves that for killing Luke, but I can’t help but admit that I do feel sad for him (a bit). They should have just fucked it all out lmao

Yup, both Aemond and Visenya are heartbroken, they both feel betrayed by the other, they can't make sense of each other's motives and actions. It's a devastating case of growing apart as you grow older. Although they'll always be a part of one another, there's a fundamental disconnect between them that just can't seem to be mended. The war has only made it worse, since they're both fiercely loyal to their family/faction. Classic case of doomed lovers.

mmmaybe fucking it out would've helped a bit? who knows lmao.

This was amazing, Tori!! 🤍

Thank you so, so, so much for taking the time to read, reblog, and comment!! I'm completely floored, your feedback was extremely thoughtful and kind (I'm gonna print and frame it)!! I'm immensely glad and grateful that you enjoyed the fic!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Flames of Deceit

Summary: Aemond and Visenya reunite amidst the Dance of the Dragons.

Words: 13,005

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x OC, Cregan Stark x OC

Warnings: canon-typical incest (Aemond and Visenya are cousins, as well as uncle and niece), book and show spoilers, Westerosi geopolitics, mentions of imperialism and slavery, canon-typical violence, war, blood and gore, fire and burning, mass death, mention of amputation, mentions of torture and captivity, mentions and threats of execution and physical harm, mentions of poverty and starvation, parental neglect, food and eating, alcohol and drinking, sexism, victim blaming, slut-shaming, ableist language, explicit language, nudity, smut (vaginal sex in flashbacks), unresolved sexual tension, grief/mourning, trauma, angst, hurt/comfort, survivor guilt, mutual pining, emotional/psychological abuse, verbal abuse, mentions of pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, and death in childbirth, mentions of child/infant death, mentions of infidelity. If I missed any warnings, please let me know! Under no circumstances can you copy, plagiarize, steal my work, or post it somewhere else!

Notes: This totally didn’t take me almost 7 months to write. Cregan Stark is the protagonist of Fire & Blood. Rise, Cregan nation. My OC Visenya is Rhaenyra’s and Daemon’s daughter, and Jace’s older twin. Superfecundation, baby. Visenya and Jace are born in 111 AC, not 114 AC. The Battle in the Gullet still occurs in 130 AC, soon after the events of this one-shot. Reblogs and comments are encouraged and immensely appreciated. If this does well, I’ll post a reader version.

Credits: Huge thank you to my betas @maharani-radha-writes 💛 @aereth 💖 and @shewhomustbecalledking 🩶, and to @haystack-boy @lavendertales @buttercup–bee @agirllovespancakes and @oloreaa for their constant patience and support. It means a lot, and I’m immensely grateful. Apart from my OC Visenya, all characters belong to George R.R. Martin. Gif by @aemondtargaryensource (x)

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EARLY 130 AC

HARRENHAL, THE RIVERLANDS

          The sheer immensity of Harrenhal had provoked dizziness in Visenya. She had heard the story innumerable times. For four decades, King Harren Hoare had built greedily and obsessively, sacrificing thousands of slaves, and beggaring the riverlands and the Iron Islands. The indestructible construction had been no match for Balerion, whose fire had consumed the tyrant and his sons inside it, ending their line. Most Westerosi believed that the phantoms of the Hoares wandered the castle halls. The fortress is costly to maintain, and it devours its possessors. Qoherys, Harroway, Towers… All extinct. Whether cursed or not, Harrenhal remained a strategic location – the largest castle in the Seven Kingdoms.

          The current castellan – Larys Clubfoot’s great-uncle – Ser Simon Strong had recently surrendered Harrenhal to Daemon Targaryen. The presence of Caraxes might have contributed to his hasty decision. Following the victory at the Burning Mill and the subsequent submission of Stone Hedge – terminating Green strength in the riverlands – Queen Rhaenyra’s allies had commenced their gathering at Harrenhal, in accordance with the Prince Consort’s stratagem.

          Visenya had departed Dragonstone on the same night that Daemon had summoned her, having been granted safe passage by the Velaryon ships patrolling the Gullet. At the outbreak of the war, the Sea Snake’s fleet had closed off Blackwater Bay, choking trade to and from the capital.

          As soon as she had dismounted her dragon in the castle yard, she had sensed the eerie ambience that had haunted Harrenhal’s colossal curtain walls and fissured, melted towers. Formidable and dreadful. Harren’s monument and tomb. Blackwing had responded to Caraxes’ fervent shriek with her own, flapping her wings at him. Happy to be reunited.

          Her father had offered her a warm welcome and a tight embrace, had even insisted that she sit on his war council, wherein she had befriended Alysanne Blackwood, whom she had grown quite fond of.

          At last, Visenya had thought, on the morning that Daemon had sent for her. Though she loved him dearly, her father hadn’t invited her there because he had missed his daughter. Visenya had met with Daemon alone, in the Hall of the Hundred Hearths – she had counted thirty-five – grander than the throne room in King’s Landing, the discolored ceiling looming loftily above them. Her father had donned his chain mail over his crimson tunic.

          Does he sleep in that? Or am I the threat?

          ‘Ser Crispin and the Kinslayer are marching on Harrenhal,’ Daemon had informed her, instead of “good morrow”, pressing a rolled parchment into her palm, ‘They mean to join forces with the Lannisters’, at Stoney Sept.’

          Her heart had jolted at the mere mention of his title. Aemond… At the Usurper’s farce of a coronation that the Hightowers had compelled her to attend – dressed in green – Visenya had kissed him farewell, forsaking any glimmer of hope for a future with him. I have demonstrated where my loyalties lie. I have chosen my family.

          Her lilac eyes had skimmed over the scrawled message on the sheepskin, the wax sigil foreign to her. The White Worm?

          ‘You are strangely poised,’ Visenya had observed, suspicious, studying her father’s amused expression.

          ‘I’ve been waiting for this,’ he had confirmed, smirking wickedly, curling his hand around the hilt of sheathed Dark Sister. Another one of his traps… and he’s pulling me into it. Daemon had gently cradled her cheek, purring, ‘I have a mission for you, sweetling.’

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[sr-colle]

the thumb tacks came in!!! this took me like 5 hours and my back hurt so much afterward lol. still a wip because i didn't get everything up that i wanted to, plus i have more stuff coming in a few weeks and i forgot to leave space for those so i'm gonna have to rearrange everything anyway 😭

i got a pack of standard thumb tacks and a tin of map pins; i'd planned on using the thumb tacks as feet to have items sit on top of and lean against the board, but turns out hardly any of my items are flat or stiff enough to make that work. the map pins were going to be for things i didn't mind putting holes in (home-printed stuff like the shu dialogue screenshot) but i ended up using them to secure the edges of pretty much everything. the thumb tacks only got used on the largest items that needed stronger security (the hanging bromides, the clearfile, etc).

finally have a real shurei shrine happening.... i'm not too keen on the composition of this arrangement though, so i'll see what i can figure out once my next batch of goods arrive.

on an atrociously long list of problems i encountered, a major one was that some of the paper items didn't sit flat, even though i made sure none of the pins were pressing the corners down (all items are secured by their own weight resting against the pins)

so that was just warping in the paper i guess. this effect was at its worst with reiji's ticket because of how he'd been displayed previously, so i cut a piece of chipboard to serve as a firm backing. i made it a couple millimeters short on each side so it wouldn't be visible on the edges.

i attached him with my weakest washi tape so he can be peeled off cleanly and easily if needed; i later placed more rolls of tape on the center of each edge to hold down the spots that were warping outward. this idea ended up working fairly well so i made more backings for other items, especially large and thin ones like the gift drawings and the epsi clearfile. though the chipboard turned out to be thin enough itself to bend a bit too... so i might have to find something even stiffer to protect the items from long-term warping :/

my next catastrophic event was when i was hanging up my little guitar keychain and accidentally dropped it into the abyss behind the wall.... it was a whole 20 minute project to rescue the poor thing, which involved taking the board down entirely and knocking a bunch of items out of alignment 😭 i've now installed preventative measures so anything else that falls will be caught by a safety net. PHEW! glad that the first thing to fall was an easily-cleaned and hard-to-damage metal keychain, and not one of my precious pieces of imported paper.

and speaking of, the felix miroir card is my #1 enemy now. he'd been in a side loader and a plastic sleeve ever since i received him from a trade, and i made the debatable decision to unsleeve everything for the board because i didn't like the reflectiveness and the way it effected the true colors of the items. however, felix's sleeve (which was a long sleeve suitable for bookmarks, folded over for him) was such a snug fit that it was really difficult to get him out of there safely... this man was so stubborn that he straight up broke open the edge of the sleeve instead of just coming out peacefully. in the interest of avoiding further damage to his previously immaculate corners, i just tore the edge of the sleeve the rest of the way down with a pen tip to free him. and THEN he decided to be the only item to fully tumble out of his pins while i was moving the board during the keychain rescue operation. he still looks perfect from a distance, but if you were to inspect him very closely you'd see some small inconsistencies along his edges. that's what i get for unsleeving a nobleman i guess 🙄

as for the fire emblem section...

feeling much better about it this time, though i'm kinda mad the byleth cards ended up misaligned bc i'd originally had them centered over the steelcase, but then i shuffled things around on the shelf and shifted the board and just didn't feel like fixing the cards lol. i'm getting a claude card in my next order anyway, so i'll rearrange them then.

i set up the desk calendar and its sleeve as a little stage way too far in advance so now i'm like. this is where i'd put my linleth acrylics. IF I HAD THEM! the calendar should make for nice backgrounds (it has the monthly murals from fe3h on the reverse side of the calendar months), but i'll need to stuff the sleeve with something so the weight of the acrylics don't bend it.

i might remove the sound selection disc case since it sticks out weirdly and makes for the fourth crest of flames in a very small space, but i also kinda like having a "floor" for the whole section. big ol' memo claude is also a pain to find a decent spot for. i might grab the byleth and sothis memo pads in the future so i can have them all lined up somewhere.

my favorite decision was reappropriating the ridiculous friction album as a stage for shurei. when i have the ceiling light on, it reflects pink light like this (slightly more conspicuous irl)

this stupid thing delights me so much that i took a bunch of pictures playing with it :') below is all lights off except the string lights, and then shining my lamp at an angle to catch the album

the effect works best with a phone flashlight, so i got my sister to take these pics of the album's reflective properties at its maximum potential while i held my phone

makes me want to set up a dedicated light for it LOL.

i wish i could flip the album around to hide the open side, but to get the text on the closed side to be right-side-up i'd have to have the back of the album with the tracklist facing up. i also want to get something to sit behind shurei as a background.... for these two i might just home-print a fancy dinner party type of thing lol, and once i get the og stage outfit shurei acrylics i'll give them the friction album floor and a stage background. as for poor lonely rio... i'll think of something 😭

that's that for now, i think!! will be back at it again once my next order shows up. janus reiji and lrfes shu tickets are definitely getting first choice of board real estate

[jetblackpayne]

Dazed & confused

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summary: In which Arden Keaton (OC, half!witch, time traveller!from present) travels to 1984 to fix the timeline for the sake of her future. She’s left Dazed and Confused. BASED OFF RUELS SONG

warning(s): part of another series (aka i’m too lazy to write and wanna write this first), language, sexual situations.

a/n: this was rushed lol. lmk if i should change it to make it less choppy/spelling corrections. AND OR IF IT MAKES NO SENSE ILL CHAT YOU IN THE COMMENTS AND MAKE IT CLEAR!⚡️⚡️😁

key: italics = flashback

bold = arden’s thoughts

bold italics = others thoughts

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PART i.

i.

Arden Keaton woke up with a sudden urge to vomit. Her head was spinning as her eyes began to well up with tears. What just happened? Why do I feel different? She woke up in Murder House as she normally would but something to her seemed off. What was once her bedroom coated in lilac walls and light carpeting against cherry wood floors was now white cracked paint and nails sticking out of the floorboards. More hazard, dangerous, and unkept then she remembered. What happened to this place? For some unknown reason, her mind kept trailing. She couldn’t call out for help or question to her family or to the ghosts why her room looked the way it did. She felt as though she didn’t belong. She couldn’t feel half of the souls trapped in this house as she did before. Her friends Tate not Violet we’re present. A pounding sound suddenly filled her ears from the thin walls echoing through the narrow halls. Her head snapped up in surprise as she walked out of her room. She walked along side the doors, attempting to feel some type of energy from the rooms. Her tracks stopped beneath of a room she had yet to explore, the attic. Her gaze travelled up the suspended ladder as her hands and feet hooked onto the ledge one at a time. When atop, her heart stopped when she found Nikki and Sam Argento, the two loudest ghosts in Murder House screwing each other like some sort of kinky ritual. The woman’s wrists tied to the bedpost in the attic as a knife trailed down her collarbone to cut the strap of her bra off.

Arden gasped. Her hands feeling weak at the sight. Arden felt her body draw from the only thing keeping her stable as she landed on the ground with a thud echoing throughout the house. The sound of meaning and pounding against the wall was silenced. The two stopped in thier moment with wide eyes, “Who’s there?” She heard Nikki yell from the top. Arden scrambled up and ran to the staircase trying to keep her footsteps quiet as possiable. Where is my family? She took out her phone to see her worst nightmare, ‘No Service.’ What is going on?

Arden deceased down the main staircase as quietly as she could. She didn’t know what was going on. She walked into what her family called the ‘family room’ and walked over to the television. Her head lowered as she started intensely at the picture box; goring almost with a palm stuck out. The TV began to flicker as the static became clear. Arden cocked an eyebrow in confusion, the signal usually was great; static was unusual for her to see. The televisions signal slightly cleared up with a grainy effect. *“James Keaton, a young man, age of 19, the youngest ever to graduate from MIT was at his weekly press conference last night. He had some shocking yet releaving information to share with the world.”* The women on the news channel spoke. Arden’s heart pace quickened hearing her fathers name being mentioned. This had to be some sort of prank. The bottom right corner of the screen made her heart drop; there was no way. June 13, 1984. She didn’t know what to think let alone say in this moment. Either I’ve seen the light, or i’m loosing my mind.. The channel finally cut to a new scene. It was her father when he was younger. Arden could distinctly remember the photos framed on the wall above the fireplace in thier old home and the ones mounted on the counters. She could have sworn she’d seen a picture of him in that exact moment. *He looked as if hewere glowing yet looked around at the press with a nervous glance. “I am the Iron man.” He spoke as the crowd went crazy. He then proceeded to sit down in his seat behind the podium. The scene cut to the woman again as she smiled, “Los Angeles has their very own superhero; and it’s James Keaton, genius, soon to be billionaire, also known as Iron Man. Clever name for a clever guy!* The television suddenly went black. Arden’s eyes glued on the void lingering in the still-air.

“What the hell are you doing in our house?!” Nikkis voice shouted from the top of the stairs. Arden’s heart dropped into her stomach as her mouth ran dry. The woman had on a silky bubblegum pink robe untied revealing her lingerie set to the teenager. Behind her was Sam. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood in confusion.

“I’m sorry.” Arden spoke, “I’m not supposed to be here for another 35 years.” Arden stepped over to the staircase placing a nervous hand on the railing. Even the words that came out of her mouth cane as a shock. How was she so calm? “You see it might sound crazy but I fell asleep in 2019 and woke up here in 84. I don’t know what to do.” Arden didn’t feel guilty telling them. They were ghosts in her present house and she was sure they would remember her. “I didn’t mean any harm but I don’t know what to do. My parents are my age.” The couple exchanged glances. Arden read into their minds only to be thinking the same thing, What the hell? “I know what you’re thinking literally it might sound crazy—”

“The amount of shit we’ve seen going on in this house, nothing seems crazy anymore.” Nikki cut her off offering her a small smile. She returned the gesture with a slight pink tint to her cheeks. The couple were still in thier underwear behind the masks. “You don’t look too harmful to me.” she smirked walking down the stairs, “What’s your name?”

“Arden Keaton.”

“As in James Keaton?” Nikki stood stunned.

“In like 18 years time.”

“Bitchin” Sam spoke now beside his partner kissing her temple, “That’s your old man.”

Arden cringed at the term. She gave them a fake smile and snickered playing along, “Yep.”

“Well Arden,” Sam spoke looking down at her small frame, “If you’re gonna be here anyways, you can stay with us obviously.” Arden’s body shifted in slight discomfort. She knew what this couple was known for and being in the midst of that would be disturbing to say the least. “Don’t worry, we won’t keep you up all night with our noises.” He smirked at his significant other as she nibbled on the exposed skin on his neck. He sucked in a hitched breath as his eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Arden’s nose scrunched up, “I guess.”

“It’s settled then!” Nikki smiled again her.

Something to Arden didn’t make sense. Sure considering it is her house in 35 years, she should stay but in thier present time, it’s not. Why would they let her stay like it’s normal? “I’m sorry,” Arden spoke catching them in mid makeout session, “Why are you being so nice to me? I mean I woke up here, told you I was from the future, yet you treat me like i’m not crazy?”

“Like we mentioned, we live in the Murder House, nothing seems too crazy for us anymore.” Nikki wrapped a lazy arm around Sam. They smiled at the girl.

“Well.. t-thank you.” She stuttered a bit shaken up from what she found out.

“You seem tense.” Nikki pondered looking at Arden’s figure. Her shoulders were broadened, eyes diverted to the ground, and hands folded in front of her. “You need to let loose and I know just the thing.” Nikki ran over to the small closet near the front door. Rummaging through the racks she picked out two very bright workout outfits. She slung the two pieces over her shoulders and popped one hip out. To Arden, the outfits looked like a cry for attention; a good or bad cry was still being debated. “Were going to the aerobics studio!”

Arden tossed the woman a small smile. Maybe this would be good for me..

ii.

Sam stayed behind while Arden and Nikki were off to the studio. When they arrived, they went thier separate ways planning to meeting up later. Arden was currently stood in front of a full length mirror. On her body was one of the outfits Nikki gave her. The top was a hot pink bandeau under blue striped spandex suspenders. A buckle above her hips strapping over her belly button. "What the hell am I wearing?" Arden asked herself looking at herself. Her back arched as she looked at the leotard basically up her butt. She twirled amd reached her hands over her head in a semi-seductive way, admiring her look slightly, but she’d never admit it.

"A sexy aeroba-fit that will make all the guys pop a boner." A voice remarked behind her. Her gaze followed it to find a girl in her 20s if not Arden’s age, smirking in her direction. Her hair looked like she dyed and fried it too much. Her was face caked in makeup. She had on a leopard print leotard on; underneath were black leggings paired with platform boots. Interesting. “Don't worry, i'm not a les," The blonde spoke as she smacked her gum against her teeth smirking, "Just friendly." She beamed, "I'm Montana Duke by the way."

"Arden."

“You got a last name, Arden?” Montana challenged narrowing her brown eyes to the girl who stood a good few inches taller than her. Arden would have found her intimidating if she were weaker than her. She knew that wanst the case. She admired Montana Duke for her assertiveness and confidence. There was no way Arden introduce herself to anyone here without feeling awkward of it.

“Ke-” She thought for a moment noting a look of curiosity from the stranger across her. She couldn’t tell the girl her name. After all her father was famous for his now exposed identity for being a superhero and whatnot. The only reason why she told the overstimulated couple was because they once lives in her house; she would know them once she got back to present time as who was once living. Thier souls embodied in the wall of Murder House. She had no idea who this chick was. She couldn’t possibly trust her even if she held a knife to her throat. “Kline.” She firmly spoke.

“As in Calvin?”

“Far descent but yes.”

“Can’t possibly be that far if you have the same last name babe.” Montana smiled as she grabbed hold of the girls hand. Arden tensed up and Montana felt it, “Now let’s go Miss. Kline. Don’t wanna be late for your class.”

“I don’t have a class set up!”

“You do now. I’m sure X would let you join if you’re with me. I can tell we’re gonna be very good friends.” And they were off to class. Arden was a little anxious but she didn’t know why. She wouldn’t remember these people in the long run so why should she care what they think of? The two girls stepped into the bright room. Montana let go of Arden’s hand and practically ran to A hunky blonde Ken-doll. His features, to her, mirrored an angel. His perfectly gelled blonde hair was held up with a lilac headband. His clothes were light as well. White tank top and lilac shorts. The matierial hugged his body well. Arden couldn’t help but bite her lip unintentionally. Montana conversated with him as his gaze suddenly turned to Arden’s, winking in her direction. His tongue ran over this pearly white teeth. He gave her a sly wave. Arden felt her stomach drop as he left cheeks flourished. Her hand went up slightly to give him a shy wave. He laughed a bit looking at her again, he admired her shyness. If only he knew she wasn’t THAT shy.

Pretty soon class started and a few more people to Montana’s taste strolled in earning a wave. Arden stayed close to the back with a brunette girl who introduced herself as Brooke Thompson. They made quick conversation being thier first time in the studio, except Brooke wanted to come. Arden came with Nikki’s suggestion; she had no idea where the woman was. That was far beyond her concern. The sound of Frank Stallones, ‘Far from home’ began to fill the small room. X walked up to the front and began to stretch. His arm crossed his collarbone hugging it with the other. Once again, winking in the girls direction. She smiled at him and looked to the ground. This was gonna be a long day.

iii.

Arden began to hum/quietly sing the tune to Hanson's, 'Mmmbop' as she exited the women's locker room. The Montana and Brooke, whom she met prior, trailing behind her. Arden walked up to the counter and ordered a mango smoothie when she saw three guys converting. She recognised them from the slimmercise class she took. One being the the instructor and the one Montana mentioned, X. The one who couldnt keep his eyes off of her. X stopped what he was saying to look at her. He stared at her body licking his lips as his friends began to check her out. Arden sighed as she saw the hungry eyes melt into the back of her head. She began to read the filthy thoughts they had of her and shuttered. "You know it's not polite to stare." Arden turned around flipping her hair over the shoulders in the process. Batting her eyes, she took a sip of her smoothie. Where did this confidence come from? The boys stood there speechless at the sudden accusation; which happened to be true.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." X spoke as he stepped in ground of her. His perfectly structured jawline sharpened as he smiled at the girl. She couldn't help but blush at his gesture. He stuck his hand out to her, "I'm Xavier." He spoke as she looked at his hand. She finally knew what the letter stood for. "This is Chet and Ray." He motioned to the two other muscular guys behind him. Arden looked down at his empty hand and reached out for it. She brushed her hand against his smooth one to give him a gentle touch. Without warning, her mind clouded as her vision became blurry. She saw Xavier in a park with a needle in his arm. His pants soaked with his own urine. His eyes puffy from crying. Why did he let himself get like this? Just then a man came up to him and talked to him about the film industries he's worked in, "I could make you a star. With a pretty face like that, you could reach big places. And i'm gonna help you get there." He placed a hand on his inner thigh; groping is ever so slightly. "Trust Daddy." The man smirked at the broken man in front of him. Xavier nodded as he helped him up. Arden gasped as she stumbled into his arms. His smirk faltered to a scared expression. He snaked his arms under hers in a deadlift as her weight shifted onto him. He lifted her body over to the couch and looked around to see if anyone had seen the incident unfold. Nothing. The people in the lobby passed by doing anything but looking in thier direction. Chet, Ray, Brooke, and Montana rushed over to the couch as a drop of blood seeped it’s way down her drained face. None of them knew what to think.

“Good going man,” Ray said placing a hand on her shoulder wiping the dropping blood down her nose with a napkin from the counter, “You broke her!”

“Piss off!” Xavier exclaimed to his friends accusations, “I didn’t do anything. She grabbed my hand and went down. Then again most girls do.” Xavier and Chet shared a smirk.

Brooke rolled her eyes at thier childish behaviour. A girl just passed out in front of them and thier connecting it to thier hookups?

“That doesn’t explain why her nose is bleeding.” Montana spoke catching thier attention. They shook her off focusing on the limp girls body on the couch. What were they to do?

“Did you squeeze the poor girl too hard?” Chet asked.

“No fuck-face.” Xavier looked down at the girl. Her eyelids twitched slightly as her mouth parted. She sucked in a shaky breath as she opened her eyes slowly. The light from the ceiling blinding her. She hissed as she sat up and held her throbbing head. Xavier quickly sat next to her, taking her small hand into his large one, "Are you alright? Can I do anything?”

Her cheeks tinted as his simple gesture made her heart flutter. “Sorry about that.” She replies sheepishly

“Never has anyone in my class faint before.” He smirked at the thought. He leaned his body on the pillow her head was once on; elbow propped up holding his head in place looking up at her, “Guess you could say you ‘fell for me.’”

“Ugh,” Montana groaned and rolled her head back in annoyance, “Give me a break.”

Arden laughed at her remark. Xavier looked at her a winked at her making her flourished cheeks heat up more.

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taglist: *based on reblogs/votes on this mini series*

@arkhamren @lourdlangdon

[weuschoiceheart]

hi wow i haven't been on here for a long time lol, but rn i just want to rant and feel comfortable in a space where i feel like i actually belong

tw: negativity, lots of cursing, school drama

so i'm part of two dance clubs at my school, and we're gonna have a major showcase tomorrow, after school. i'm in three different dance groups: choreo, chinese traditional, and a kpop one for Itzy Wannabe. I don't have high expectations for this show because one, it was majorly delayed (the board said it was gonna be in May, now it's a whole ass month later and still no show), two, the board of directors this year are absolute jackass seniors who don't give a fucking shit after getting into college. Meetings are usually canceled or delayed, and the different dance groups themselves get broken up throughout the year as people don't practice and stuff. My Wannabe group was one of the few that was salvaged from the wreckage. I'm the vice president for my choreo group and we're scrambling to get stuff together last minute cuz the board didn't tell us when the show is gonna be until like, two weeks ago??? And me and another girl teamed up to direct traditional because if we hadn't told the president anything, then traditional dancing wouldn't have been on the program this year. They only told us the order we're performing TODAY and we had to do a rehearsal TODAY TOGETHER to prepare. AND GUESS WHAT?? Tomorrow's technically the "last day of school" for us (our school schedule is kinda wack cuz we have separate weeks for tests), the show's starting later than we expected because we need to do another rehearsal beforehand to make sure our show doesn't fall apart, the location is the gym where there's no AC even though tmr's like, 80 degrees, so who's even gonna show up?? Why couldn't they have picked a different day, and be, idk more prepared and responsible, actually communicating with us properly instead of ignoring our emails. I was also supposed to be in the singing division as well, and perform a song with another friend, but the fucking singing coordinator dipped right before auditions LAST YEAR. I have and will continue to hold a grudge against that girl, istfg.

The last straw for my (barely concealed) rage was when I saw the FREAKING PROGRAM. THE PROGRAM THEY WERE GONNA DISTRIBUTE TO THE AUDIENCE. I don't know WHAT they used to make it, but my name was only found for the choreo group. As I mentioned before, I'm part of three fucking dance groups, and my name only got listed for ONE even though i WORKED HARD FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. I bet they only remembered my name for choreo because I'm the vice president for that division, and if i hadn't been, i wouldn't even be credited at all.

and idk about the other groups, but afaik, my name was the only one excluded.

it's like an artist not getting credit for their work even tho they poured their heart and soul into a piece, a songwriter or producer not mentioned even tho they worked just as hard on the song. idc if i'm exaggerating, but i'm so fucking mad rn idek anymore. And I know it's not some stupid mistake because one of my friends EXPLICITLY SENT THE PRESIDENT OF THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS A MESSAGE ABOUT WHO'S IN THE WANNABE DANCE GROUP, AND I- YES, ME- I HELPED MY FRIEND ORGANIZE THE TRADITIONAL DANCE GROUP. I PERFORMED WITH THEM LAST WEEK DURING OUR CULTURAL DAY AT SCHOOL. AM I JUST "CASUALLY FORGOTTEN" THEN?? HOW MESSED UP AND IRRESPONSIBLE CAN YOU BE??

and guess what! the programs are all printed out and neatly folded now so no changes can be made!! everyone will just be wondering who's that weird girl dancing with the rest of the group! does she even belong there?

[yumgrapejuice]

heyo I love your dsmp cards!!!!

I've wanted to make my own cards (for a different fandom) for forever but I always got stuck on how to actually print/make them?

do you have any advice/resources you would be willing to share?

ty!!!

hi!! thank you so much, i'm glad you like them!!

and yes of course!! this was my first time making playing cards and boy oh boy did i not anticipate how many troubles there could be haha.

first, i made these entirely by hand (here's a tiktok with a few clips of the process) because 1) i wanted them to be wholly handmade, and 2) it was more cost-effective for a dozen decks than ordering them to be made online. however, it does take a lot of time and energy, so if you don't have that and want to make just one deck for yourself, you can check out this website (from the recommendations i've seen, best options would be linen for cardstock with a BETA playing card finish).

but if you want them to be handmade, well!

1) you'll wanna choose your paper. you can definitely make cards with regular plain paper, but for a nicer touch it's recommended to get textured paper, most commonly linen. i didn't have that in my area, so i went with a close enough alternative (just a bit rougher).

then, the gsm thing is a LIE. maybe i'm just an idiot and don't understand paper, but they say that standard bicycle cards are 280 gsm, and that thickness is kinda what you wanna go for. short story, but okay, i ordered some 90 gsm paper, which, if you would fold it, would make it 180, right? okay, then i got some black 120 gsm cardstock. ok, should be 300 gsm, right? only slightly thicker. NO. what i got when i glued it all together was basically cardboard. at least thrice as thick. i don't understand paper

if you look it up online, they'll recommend that you do use cardstock for the core so that you couldn't see through the card. and they'll recommend you use dark paper, like black. what they don't tell you is that, well, the black will show through because you're using thin white paper. same with any other color. so do keep that mind.

after many attempts and frustrations, i decided to forgo the card core part. instead, i got 120 gsm textured paper and used it plainly. sure, the designs are slightly see through, but since my back is dark, it's not much of an issue. but, again, something to keep in mind.

another thing - when i used thinner cardstock with thin white paper, the cards felt flimsier than when i used just thicker white paper without the card core, even though the thickness of the cards were the same in both attempts. dunno why, but, yeah. if you can figure out the gsm part, though, you can go ahead and do that haha

2) making the layout. this is an example of how i made it for printing:

you'll want one side to have the faces and the other the backs because you're gonna be folding the paper. use as high resolution file for this as you can. if you want the template that i made, i can send it to you :D

3) printing! oh my god, use a GOOD printer. your pictures are gonna be small and you want them to look SHARP. plus, if you're gonna be using textured paper, that can make a worse printer choke (trust me lol). i can't give specific recommendations because i rented a printer out, though i am planning on getting a personal one soon. regardless, this is the part that made me cry almost lol. and printing services (the ones that i asked, at least, and i asked a lot, though in could be different in your area) don't accept your own paper, so. gotta do it yourself somehow haha.

you'll also probably need to play around with color adjustments, too. and, of course, print not in standard, but high quality lol

4) if you want your cards to be glossy, you'll need to spray them with acrylic lacquer (i used varnish but i'm not sure what the difference is). i used Motip Clear Varnish and it worked fine, so any acrylic clear varnish or lacquer should work. NOT!!! water based under any circumstances (ow). this will also protect your ink!!

some tips for spraying: shake it up really well, at least for a minute. make sure to keep your finger away from the spray because if even a little bit catches, it'll start to spit droplets, which will immediately ruin the cards. after you're done, turn it upside and spray for 2 secs so it doesn't clog up. you'll probably need way more than one layer, so don't be afraid to use as many as you need. do it in a well-ventilated area. and, most importantly, USE!! A!! RESPIRATOR!! i know they're expensive, but the fumes from the spray could seriously damage your brain, so don't cheap out here x))

5) glueing. pretty straightforward, you'll wanna spray the outside with good quality glue (i used 3M Super 77, very very good) and then fold the two halves together lol

tip: i made a very light cut with an exacto knife along the folding line so you can then fold it very precisely.

6) cutting!! again, pretty straightforward, but my one tip, especially if you're gonna make more than one deck is to get a paper guillotine. a good one. you can definitely cut them out with scissors or an exacto knife, but it'll go much quicker, be more precise, and your arms will thank you x))

7) corners. entirely optional, but if you wanna get that nice playing card look, a corner cutter is a must lol. there are many options out there, but some may not cut through the card well enough since it's gonna be thicker than regular paper. i used We R Memory keepers crop-a-dile (the one with the yellow handles!!! one end should have 3/8 inch radius). reliable, but. uh. expensive haha

and that was pretty much my process :D basically, if you'll wanna make handmade cards, don't cheap out on the materials... learn from my mistakes...... and get that damn respirator

i used this video for a good portion of the process, but it didn't warn me of a lot of things, so warning you now lol.

some other things: if you're physically fit, this shouldn't be an issue, but i'm not, and i did have issues :)) spraying takes a lot of effort if you're doing a lot of it, as well as cutting. so do keep that in mind lol.

ALSO!! i sprayed a few layers and then let it harden (the varnish i used hardens very quickly) before spraying again, however, in the mean time, dust can set on the surface of your paper. so if you spray in stages, be sure to wipe the paper off before doing so, otherwise you'll get dust trapped in your cards :))) i wouldnt know though haha definitely not

and i think that's pretty much it? if you have any questions or anything, feel free to dm me!!:D and good luck with your cards!! i'd love to see them if you do end up making them :OO

[frogsandfries]

Yaayyyy!!! My paper!

My 11×17 paper and cardstock arrived today!

Now I just need my printer, paper slicer and stapler and I have my own small press lol. Free Comic Book Day here I come!

I'm also really excited about the prospect of printing my frames for my sketchbooks. Good bye smudgey lines and ink smears and having to complete my corners!! I'm gonna make so many graphic novel sketchbooks that I'm never going to use!

I'm so excited to put together a stack of these samplers. I don't know if it's going to be worth it. I don't know if I'm going to have any paper left after this, but if there is any, I might also publish a few full length, full color copies.

My disposable gloves also came today and I now have two ceramics that my sister sent me that need to be repaired. She sent me this quaint, I think it's supposed to be a ye olden tymmes style piggy bank. But it arrived busted. So I'm going to use UV resin, and hopefully I can find my golden mica, and I'm going to make a small project of repairing it. Then I definitely need to give my next sketchbook, the butterfly sketchbook, as fine a coat as possible.

Ugh..... speaking of incomplete projects, I need to finish the pineapple sketchbook. Even though I purposely/experimentally made the butterfly sketchbook bigger than the ice cream sketchbook, I've finished over a third and rapidly approaching half of an issue since the beginning of the year, just in lineworks. I'm like, imminently almost finished with the ice cream sketchbook after about nine months. Although, also, I need to finish using the Walmart sketchbook too--which is where I'm going to be working when I'm all caught up on my thumbnails.

I haven't even started those tea boxes. I was really stoked about them and then I couldn't find a decent-sized sheet of balsa and now I'm probably just using some chipboard out of my recycling hoard and it's fine, I guess.

After I finish the pineapple sketchbook, at some point, I need to order that checkout card fabric that I'm ordering as the cover for the face-to-face book. Gaaaaaaaahd I can't wait to make that sketchbook, it's gonna be so cool! Hmmmm I should also work on that new print block sometime soon here. I haven't decided what to do with it beyond using two sheets of plastic aida as the cover. Obviously some kind of blackwork or pixel characters makes the most sense........ maybe I'll just do the pseudo head- and footbands and stitch up the cover when I get closer to working with it.

I'm pretty well done with experimenting with scrapbooking paper for covers. I'm not really sure what to play around with next. It could theoretically be fun to make like, a ball bearing maze or a liquid shaker, or to use seed beads to weave an entire cover. It might even be fun to do some kind of junk journaling method to make a board-like collage? Use leftover diamond painting drills to decorate a cover. Have a chunk of top-bound sheets in the middle of the book? There's not really any reason to do a bunch of fold-outs or anything. I want bindings that are fun not like, frustrating to use. That's why I'll probably never do another classic dos-a-dos. But maybe a side-bound that transitions to a top-bound? I bet there's some more fun to be had with my embroidery flosses and stitching my spines. I bet I could have a lot more fun using plastic aida as my book spines. I bet I could use embroidery floss to create beautiful book spines.

[officialhajimeiwaizumi]

ok ok ok before I reply to my baby Haji... Belle 💖💜💖💜💖💜💖 Miss girl! I'm so glad that you are feeling better! I wanted to say that I was hoping you'd feel better soon, but I didn't want to flood the inbox and stress you out (I'll only ever stress Haji out lol)

ok, 👁👄👁 um, fuck this was nice to wake up to

Spank me? I think you just want to use that as an excuse to see my ass, I don't blame you though 😏 This your way of showing me that you're always the one in charge? Again, so fucking hot. pls just destroy me already wtf. Oops looks like you found me out I'm just needy and too stubborn to ask nicely. I'd love to be bent over your knee, already sensitive skin stinging more and more with each slap. You think it'd make me wet? Why don't you use those pretty fingers of yours and check for yourself?

What a tease mi amor, only the head, only slow strokes? You know that would have me digging my nails into your shoulders and arching my back desperately trying to get you closer and deeper. I'd be giving you kisses so sweet that you'd taste my need. Please pretty daddy won't you fuck me until I can't think anymore? You know you like seeing my face all fucked out, eyes hazy, my lower lip hanging open slightly. I'd be too dumb to speak, let alone say any more bratty things. You said it yourself, I look pretty folded in half for you so come on, use a little more force. I know I got you frustrated, take it out on me, please?

Yes, I do. You really can’t blame me Princesa. It’s a nice ass. Made even nicer by daddy’s hand prints. I’m always in charge, and you know that. You’re just being a brat because you think it’ll do something. But beats have no rights on this blog unless they’re asking nice and pretty for what they want. And by the time daddy gets them doing that they’re already back to being daddy’s good little girls. Panting and whimpering for him to just “touch my little pussy daddy”.

You know daddy’s in charge, Araz. Don’t pretend you don’t know. It’s why you’re drenched. Slick dripping onto daddy’s thighs. Making a mess of it. Daddy can skip two fingers in perfectly. You like getting reminded that daddy’s in charge? Like getting sparked by daddy? Having his hands leaving marks on your ass? Such a dirty girl, princesa.

Daddy wants you leave scratches and marks all over his skin. Wanna feel how desperate you are for his cock. Feel how good he’s making you feel. Daddy’s gonna kiss you. Taste how badly you want him to fuck you open roughly. Suck all of your little moans and whines and your cute little begging out through his kisses. You make the prettiest noises while your being split open his cock.

When you’re like that unable to even beg and plead only then will daddy have mercy. That’s when daddy will press all the way down on you. Crush your legs against your body so he’s so close so deep that can he can feel your breaths against his lips. Spread your ask cheeks open with his big hands for better access to your little pussy and fuck you hard.

Pound into you ‘til you’re nothing more than a twitching mess. ‘Til you’re dribbling cutely, eyes stuck to the back of your head, pussy fluttering wildly around daddy’s cock from over stimulation and back to back orgasms. That’s what daddy what’s. What he likes. When he fucks the brat, the fight, the consciousness right out of you.

Ma’am😭 none of your messages will ever overwhelm or stress me❤️ you’re all literally amazing. I wanna give all of you hugs and kisses and like anything you want. Thank you! I do feel much better hopefully it stays this way for a while ❤️❤️ Haji missed you though. He’s happy to be back to his ‘princess’😳