#i type this with my mask on as it is daily when im out in public

[weather-phenomenon]

it ever just hits you that there was like a whole pandemic that we lived thru a whole pandemic that's crazy yo

[koiiiji]

I would...you tenderly roughly

my favourite russian songs + lookism boys (pt.2)

тебя нежно грубо (by TARAS) = Gitae Kim

author's note ; i will never stop romanticizing bad boys. im not even gonna say that this is ooc bc we don't even know his character yet, but i feel that gitae that type of men who mercilessly outside, but in bedroom can be completely different. but yet having his... moments...

author’s note 2 ; for better immersion in the atmosphere try to search akuma_asmr on reddit [masked yan] (or just dm me, i’ll send you link)

pairing ; gitae kim x reader

tw ; gitae kim himself is an a threat, DNI IF YOU ARE MINOR, f!reader, angst, toxic, stalking, non con, slight knife play, pet names, sensual but rough sex. this fic contains non consensual sex, read on your own risk

summary ; reader being a model who came to Mexico on her indefinitely long vacation to reconnect with herself and find some peace from loud and bright paparazzi, only to catch some certain attention.

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00:00 - 00:30 "you're on repeat in my dreams who are you, my naked drug? and if you are my thrill, dissolve yourself in me up, up, up your hands, you raised your hands up"

the sun dipped low over the Mexican horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling villa where you resided. villa, perched on a secluded beach, was meant to be a sanctuary for the weary, a place where the soul could find peace. a villa located on a secluded beach, surrounded by hills and rocks was supposed to become your shelter for about the next year, this place was supposed to become your healing, a place where you could hide from the stuffiness and dust of the big city from which you came, a place where your body finally then you could take a break from endless shows, filming, flashes of paparazzi cameras and the endless pursuit of fame and money, a place where your soul would find peace and solitude. this place was supposed to be a refuge… instead it became a gilded cage.

it’s not that you knew Gitae well - you were from different worlds - you are from the world of endless fabrics, chic, camera flashes, gloss, all kinds of bags, heels, suits and other rags, all this is your everyday life - shows, changes in looks, flights, new countries, jetlag and again and again. Gitae was from a world of violence, pain, blood, dirty money and endless fights. wars for territory and business, illegal deliveries and prohibited fraud, with everything that could be imagined were his daily routine, and this suited him quite well.

it seems one day, the owner of the agency - on behalf of which you worked, - threw a big party in honor of his birthday, just at one of the luxurious resorts in Mexico, and through Gitae’s people, various types of drugs and other illegal substances were delivered to that party. by this time, Gitae's business had grown so much that he rarely personally attended these types of transactions, but when did he refuse an invitation to secular parties? that's when he laid his eyes on you.

1:53 - 2:40 "i gently suffocate you i'll either choke you or you'll be mine and you put a knife to my throat - either i’ll stab you or will be yours i’ve never met anyone more cunning than you, but you’re making yourself look stupid but you know, it doesn’t matter much whether today you were voluntarily or by force i would take you gently, i would take you roughly i would...you gently-gently, i would...you roughly i would take you gently, i would take you roughly i would...you gently-gently, i would...you roughly" <...>

bare feet quietly padded on the white marble of your villa. the hem of a white, light silk robe silently trailed behind you as you got out of bed and headed towards the balcony. it's about three in the morning, and you still couldn't sleep. throwing the doors wide open as you step onto the terrace, the warm, gentle breeze from the ocean softly caresses your skin, carrying with it the faint scent of saltwater and tropical blooms. the night sky is filled with countless stars that twinkle like diamonds scattered across a velvet blanket. the Milky Way is clearly visible, its dense cluster of stars creating a shimmering river of light that stretches across the sky. the moon a glowing orb, casts a silvery reflection on the calm surface of the ocean, creating a path of light that seems to lead directly to the horizon.

quiet and solitude are rare and precious opportunity to reconnect with nature and yourself. as you breathe in the night air and gaze up at the star-studded sky, a profound sense of peace and contentment settles over you, until... '

"what are you doing here?" - your quiet voice cut through the distant noises of the night.

<...>

Gitae had eyes and ears everywhere. you have more than once noticed men in the crowd, - usually there are three of them - here and there, at the beginning of the street, from the other end of the market where you came for fresh fruit - a better choice than paraffined, plastic fruits in the supermarkets - and one is always in the car just few meters away, they were everywhere you went, keeping their distance, but making their presence known.

Gitae liked watching you, it was calming. there was so much lightness and calmness in your every movement and gesture that it seemed to him that you were producing the same effect on him… even from a distance. he liked to know where you were, who you were with - even if you spent almost all the time here alone or had small talk with lady from house keeping, who came a couple of times a week, and with the women at the market where you usually came to buy fruits or vegetables [the only thing you don’t know, is that this sweet woman was the mother of someone from the cortel, this small market was under their protection, and the fact that you periodically traveled several kilometers just to buy fruits from her honestly added adorability points to you in Gitae's eyes]- he liked control, and he knew that he was completely in control the situation is under control. although, to be honest, this could not be said about his… thoughts and desires, he would never admit that he felt anything other than desire towards you.

he would never admit to himself or anyone else about what emotions your sight awakens in him in the morning, when you, still half asleep, go out onto the terrace with a cup of tea clutched in your thin, slender fingers, or in the afternoon when you are basking in the rays of the sun, allowing fall asleep again while you are reading a book, or while you are sleeping. oh, this awakened in him the most familiar feelings for him, when he silently stood over you in your house, enjoying your sleeping look, your light, unobtrusive smell, looking at your cute face, looking at your things, maybe even taking that cute couple of lace panties with a bow for himself. at such moments blood rushed to his dick so much that it became painful.

<...>

it seemed to you that hours had already passed since he threw you onto the bed, bowing right in front of the bed and throwing your legs over his shoulders. contrary to the first impression that might have been formed about him, he was gentle… more precisely, his tongue on your pussy, but his hands roughly squeezed the skin on your thighs, rising higher, squeezing your waist, running along your ribs and going higher, to your chest, roughly kneading the delicate skin in his huge palms. Gitae wasn’t rough with you, kissing inner side of your thighs, your tummy, your clitor, but each of his touches felt like hot metal on thin, soft skin. maybe it was the huge knife with which a few minutes ago he, oh so carefully cut your panties and the cute little blouse in which you usually slept. oh, he said that if you turn away from him or fidget too much, he'll have to start using it.

but right now he was too busy with his tongue in your tight hole - “you like being humiliated like this, don’t you, bunny?” a deep growl vibration touched your bare pussy when he almost buried his nose in you. wet sounds filled the entire room, and you were embarrassed to admit to yourself that it was pretty hot. now one of his hands was squeezing both of your wrists on your tummy, while the other was caressing your thigh, moving his hand back and forth, not allowing you to twitch and sway your hips away from him, keeping you in place. Gitae is agonizingly slow, he likes to slowly coax your first orgasm out of you, lightly licking and teasing the tender bundle of nerves and the entrance to your tight slit. you are so pretty, lying on your huge bed, the sheets are rumpled, the blankets and pillows are scattered, half fell to the floor - the result of the little cute resistance that you tried to give to Gitae when he pushed you back into the room and threw you on the bed. even though he was now kneeling in front of your bed, burying his nose in your tight, sensetive cunny, you couldn’t help but feel the strength and dominance with which he was squeezing you, completely suppressing any attempts to resist. all that you could oppose to him was your sweet moans and quiet pleas for him to stop. he even liked it.

when the heat engulfed your entire body, trembling began to break through your legs and thighs, and without controlling yourself, you began to lean forward yourself, towards his tongue, searching for more friction. Gitae let out a low groan more like an animal growl, “there you are... good girl, now cum. cum on my tongue,” he growled protractedly letting go of your hands and cupping your ass cheeks with his huge, harsh palms, slightly lifting you above the bed, making you gasp, arching your back more and throwing your head back.

with a quiet hum, Gitae slowly licked the remains of your finish, teasing the sensitive, heated skin, allowing one finger to slip inside you, earning another pitiful moan.

“so sensitive and wet… and all mine…” his voice boomed somewhere above you as he stood up from his knees, his finger still inside you, probing the hot, gummy walls while your body instinctively tried to shrink into the fetal position and close yourself off from him. Gitae just grinned, leaning lower, crushing you under him, clinging to your plump pink lips, persistently sliding his tongue further, only to hiss a moment later and pull away from you, “fuck. did you just fucking bite me?” a loud slap rang out across the room and you yelped from the sharp, burning pain spreading across your butt cheek.

“come on, do it again,” he growled in your ear, slapping loudly again and pressing you harder into the mattress with his hips. his hands found yours again, grabbing your wrists and pressing them into the sheets above your head, pinning you completely to the bed. you felt your shoulder blades touching his bare chest, and something heavy was pressed into your ass and it clearly wasn't a knife in a sheath on his belt. “tell me, doll, you didn’t think that was all, yeah?” you felt his smirk on his lips and that mocking tone in his voice as he pinned you down on the bed with all his weight. “oh don’t worry bunny, i have so many plans for this night,” he purred in your ear, slightly biting your earlobe and slowly and persistently moving his hips, making you feel his boner in his jeans more strongly.

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it doesn’t matter to listen whole song just this part bc i got inspiration just from there🤟🏻🤌🏻

[starshinesluvr]

:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ `· . ୨୧ various edward nashton hcs & thoughts !!

contains: a mention or two about his killings in the movie, religious trauma, & drug usage. word count: 1.4k

writers note: hi friends! guhfhkj i am being brave and posting some writing on main.... ( ;´ - `;) here are a few headcanons and general thoughts that've been Marinating in my mind for a while. i felt like this was getting quite long, so maybe i'll have another post with some more soon.. because i have many thoughts..enjoooy! ^_^

♡ obviously he is obsessive. and loves repetitive actions and routines. his main special interest would be the renewal fund and the wayne family. (obviously) he has a big sense of moral justice. ⋆⭒ one of his main repetitive actions would be counting. he does this a lot with his fingers, the books on his shelf, or even the letters on a neon sign outside. just quickly under his breath. ⋆⭒ he also would sway. he usually does this in his apartment, when hes scrolling nigma or something. it really calms him. i think he would be too self-conscious to do it in public though. the King of masking. but occasionally he cant help himself when he's really focused at a café or something.

♡ but some of his other interests include: retro games, ancient civilizations, and general puzzle games. and god this man is a consistent minesweeper frequenter. heavy on frequent. loves 2048, sudoku, does the daily crossword on newspapers.

♡ half of the apps on his phone has to be games. 'games on his phone?' yes.

♡ i think he also has a undying love for pokemon. unsure what his favorite type would be, i think he would cycle through different types every single time the interest pops back up in his head again.

♡ AND GUYS GENUINELY HERE ME OUT. i think he helped code the club penguin rewritten website . im So. so serious on this one.

♡ OH OH. OHHH!! one of his longest lasting special interests? languages. how this starts? i imagine young edward back at the orphanage, already finished reading every single book he could find... every single english book, that is. maybe he'd sneak into the library. he's sure those books have riddles that can only be solved if you understand its language first. ⋆⭒ he finds interest in the progression of languages especially. how they change over time, and the origin of words and their sounds. ⋆⭒ though i don't think he would be a polyglot. but he'd know a lot of random words here and there, and some slang words no one would expect him to know from many languages!

♡ but a language he especially would like is ASL. he'd have a heightened interest of any form of communication that doesn't involve words. like, the font wingdings y'know? any kind of 'code.' ⋆⭒ he'd especially love learning ASL on his own during his younger years, since he struggled with speaking more often back then. he doesn't talk to anyone much now a days anyways, unless its small talk. (okk i see you selective mutism representation! >_< )

♡ he is sadistic. not a headcanon, just fact. this can be seen in his killings in the movie. though he primarily killed to give a point to the city of gotham, and to become a symbol much bigger than himself, he never gives these people quick and simple deaths. he enjoys these killings. cutting off the mayor’s thumb while he was still alive, sticking rat poison in officer savage, and sticking his head in a rat cage, waiting for them to eat him alive shown for everyone to watch. these were thought out, and he enjoyed watching. he enjoyed putting on a show, and their deaths were his entertainment.

♡ though outside of being the riddler, edward has a lot of self hatred. this fronts as anger, standoffish and anti-social behaviors. he doesn't mean to be mean, its just deep rooted. a combined hatred of everyone who'd hurt him prior.

♡ even though he hates himself, he also thinks of himself as better than anyone else. he feels as if he is worthy, and he has the intellect to show it. he consistently searches for small, daily positions that keep him in power.

♡ has a love/hate relationship with his own intellect. he wishes he wasn't cursed with his knowledge, sometimes he just wishes he could be blind and stupid to the darkness of the city. but he prides himself in being smart, especially in being good with numbers. its something he knows he can actually do correctly. he loves the certainty of numbers, how they never change or lie.

♡ i think would mostly hate how smart he was when he was younger. he hated how it distanced himself from genuinely everyone, and at one point he wasn't sure if he just enjoyed being reclusive or if he simply just got used to it. ⋆⭒ he would hate how the other kids or his classmates would only talk to him when they needed answers for their work and how they would expect him to know everything. (he sadly did.)

♡ he loves consistency. but hates complacency. he knows things can change, things could be better. but he finds comfort in his routines, even if it makes his world grey.

♡ due to religion being constantly drilled into his brain throughout his childhood, he experiences severe trauma. when he does something that is not pleasing to the beliefs he was taught, he self deprecates. lots of talking down on himself. he still can remember a few memory verses and prayers, and sometimes obsessively recites them to himself. ⋆⭒ he knows some of his fears are honestly a little irrational, that maybe one day he'll just be struck down. he's trying not to let them take over his logic, but he struggles. he is constantly upset that he still has these childhood fears that bind him.

♡ speaking of his time during the orphanage: his dirty unkempt upbringing and the long lasting effects of it could be seen in his living space. the chaotic and 'dirty' environment is almost comforting to him. sticky notes with ramblings of riddles and math problems. besides, his brain works too fast to care where things were placed in his home.  

♡ despite his messy apartment, he hates feeling dirty. this is also thanks to the orphanage. he’s well kempt. everything is messy, not dirty. the orphanage was sadly, both. he looks like a sopping wet rat, it doesn't mean he smells like one though.

♡ he also has a fear of smelling bad, despite knowing he thoroughly washes. ⋆⭒ i think he would smell like soap or just his laundry detergent. he wants to try different scents, he kind of likes the idea of having a 'signature scent,' but honestly some smells give him a headache if they're too concentrated. and he can't have that while doing his everyday activities. ⋆⭒ its the kind of scent where you can only really smell it on the person when you hug them, y'know? which is kind of fine to him, he'd rather smell like nothing than something bad.

♡ he absolutely despises drops. any kind of heavy drug really he stays away from. he knows just how easily it can unravel a person, after constantly watching kids as young as 12 years old become addicted to it. his intellect would go to waste if he ever decided to start using.

♡ BUT! definitely smokes weed, or just in general he smokes. he probably tried it for the first time in his early twenties, hated it and dropped it. but he CANNOT continue handling his anxieties raw. so he picks it up again in his thirties. only occasionally... kind of.

♡ he loves LOVES animals. i like to think he had a little hyperfixation on animals and the general care for them when he was younger, so despite never having a pet, he could definitely at least recommend what to feed your average household pet.

♡ not only that, but he finds interest their internal structures, and the similarities to the human body. (i honestly don't know where these hcs came from, but bare with me here.) ⋆⭒ he loves dogs, but he's found himself liking cats a bit more recently. especially strays, he finds their resilience to continue living despite their circumstances to be admirable. ⋆⭒ he'd love to adopt. but he can hardly keep track of his own health, not to mention the state of his apartment. and don't even get him started on the extra expenses. ⋆⭒ though, i think he'd be pretty scared of interacting with any stray, maybe just animals in general he'd be pretty hesitant of being around. he doesn't like the uncertainty. and hates remembering his bad experiences with animals when he was younger. ⋆⭒ i think he'd bring himself to a cat café for one of his birthdays after weighing the pros and cons, after a day that was especially rough on him or something. he usually doesn't care for the date, but he honestly just likes using it as an excuse to go out somewhere whenever he feels like it. (he probably cried either from the animals' cuteness or the fact that he was there alone, maybe a bit of both. poor employees probably didn't know what to do.) ⋆⭒ i also think it would be funny if he was allergic, but obsessed. constantly sneezing but he can't help but want to cuddle up with them. but he doesn't have to be.

[honeytonedhottie]

embodying the wellness girlie aesthetic⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

i rly love the pink pilates princess aesthetic so i thought i'd make a post on some habits that i've incorporated that rly fit this aesthetic. and improve my wellness in general.

THE PLAYLIST : for the pink pilates princess aesthetic i rly love to listen to music that makes me feel like a doll~ so the playlist aspect of this post is totally customizable and just suited to however u wanna feel. i listen to a lot of twice and sabrina carpenter when i work out. but listening to music just elevates the experience

THE NUTRITION : u dont have to do a complete 180 in the things that u consume, instead start implementing little by little, foods and drinks that'll improve ur health. bcuz u glow differently when ur glowing not only from the outside but the inside as well

kombucha - i totally recommend trying it if u haven't before. its kind of carbonated and u can get it in any flavors. kombucha in a nutshell is tea thats been fermented. it heals ur gut and contains lots of probiotics which are good for ur body in general

drink tea - drinking tea daily is so so so good for you. if ur a bit intimidated by tea start off with a tea 99% of people enjoy, spearmint/peppermint tea. idk many people who DONT like spearmint tea. its just an easy tea to enjoy and its RLY good for ur skin and ur body.

smoothies - look up smoothie recipes online! smoothies are so yummy and customizable so if u dont wanna directly consume ur veggies, you can get them in through a drink! its revolutionary. my go-to is strawberry and banana, bcuz its not only delicious and good for me, but its also pink which is the main reason

eat more salads, açai bowls, eat ur oats, drink ur smoothies and of course dont forget ur matcha

supplements - u can find wellness vitamins or supplements virtually anywhere. a brand that i rly recommend is ollie. im taking their hair skin and nails vitamins and they're lovely.

THE EXERCISE : if u go to youtube and look up follow along pilates workouts u can find SO many. use ur resources guys! if u try pilates and it isnt rly ur thing, try dance workouts or workouts for songs. try a workout challenge. working out doesn't have to be dull. the key is to find something that u enjoy doing and doing it consistently

SELF CARE : ofc the pink pilates princess prioritizes her self care time~ self care is just a good habit to incorporate period bcuz of the massive benefits on ur mental + physical + emotional state

do a face mask - hydrate ur skin guys

get ur nails done - the classic pink pilates princess nails are pale pinks and french tips

take a bubble bath - invest in a high quality bath bomb or bubble mixture that smells nice

invest in a gua sha

start oiling ur hair and putting in hair masks to keep ur hair healthy

write out what ur grateful for (self care isnt only physical)

GOING FOR WALKS : going for walks is amazing. walking improves cardiovascular health and reduces the chances of heart disease and strokes. i love to go for walks and listen to music or a podcast. just make sure that your walking in a safe space or with someone that u trust, especially if ur alone (stay safe <3) going for walks also helps clear ur thoughts!!

ATTIRE : buy clothes that make u feel cute and that make u feel good whilst working out! i like to wear a lot of pink when working out~ when i type pink pilates princess inspired outfits into pinterest i see a lot with leg warmers too! i think that having a cute outfit to workout in motivates u a lot to actually perform the actions and embody the wellness girlie aesthetic. cuz when u look the part -> u feel the part

and last but not least ENJOY urself and romanticize it, have fun <3

[kurogane2512]

hii! can i request Navia x fem reader where navia is possessive of the reader u can make it fluff or nsfw up to u pls🥹💗 i just love her sm now and there’s not much navia ff yet😔

HII IM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE AHCIEQIDC

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Navia x fem!reader

Type: Fluff

The prophecy had come to a pass in Fontaine and people were allowed to live freely and without fear now. You were on your way to the Court of Fontaine to start your daily duty as a Garde when a familiar sweet voice called out to you.

"Oh, Y/n!! There you are!" You knew who it was all too well- Navia, your best friend.

"Navia? You are up early to—"

"Hey, listen to me! Can you accompany me to an interview later today?!" Navia interrupted as she beamed in a joyful tone and affectionately held your arm.

"W-Woah, what sort of interview?"

"Ah, Charlotte wants to interview me after all the recent events with the prophecy and my father's case, you know? I just thought of asking you to come along and perhaps you can also put in a word or two?"

You blushed feeling her so close to you, your arm pressed into her chest as she leaned on you and looked at you with puppy eyes.

"You just have to go to The Steambird, right? Do you really need me to accompany you?"

"Oh, come on, don't be shy! I'll tell her to not take photos of you, you can just stand nearby and I promise I'll be done quickly~"

You averted your gaze and struggled to reply, you weren't against going but you also had your own duties to do. Navia sensed your discomfort and felt dejected then leaned away from you.

".....Unless, I'm interrupting your work. Haha, sorry, I got a bit carried away with my own needs. But I would love for you to come."

Ah, there it was. That look and that smile that always made you agree to her no matter what. You let out a sigh then nodded, "It's fine, I'll have someone cover my shift. When do we leave?"

Navia's eyes widened in excitement and she lunged at you in an embrace, "You are the best, Y/n! Thank you so much!!"

You blushed more as she giggled and continued embracing you, you slowly wrapped your arms around her and patted her back.

"Yes yes, enough of that. Tell me the time we leave, I'll come to pick you up."

"Ah! It's at 11 am, you can meet me at 10:30 outside the base~"

You agreed with a nod and she giggled further, "Hehe, thank you, partner!~"

Then she dashed away as quickly as she came. Navia was always like that, but you found her recent behaviour slightly strange. This wasn't the first time in the past few days that she came up to you this way and clung on with some excuse, even inviting you for lunch or dinner during or after your shifts. You weren't blind to notice the absence of her usual 2 guards, Melus and Silver, then after a bit of digging you found out they died recently.... Was Navia trying to find comfort in you?

You reached outside her base at 10:30 as decided and she came out within a few seconds, all dressed up in her beautiful attire and carrying her gunbrella. She was quick to interlace your fingers with hers and pulled you towards The Steambird HQ, clearly excited for the interview but you wondered if she was masking her sadness all this time by acting this way. Charlotte was already waiting and immediately escorted you to her office and started interviewing Navia while you stood outside and waited.

"I must admit though, Navia is really suited for these things.... She shines so brightly and her smile is so contagious, to think that she cried back when all those things happened.... I should have been there for her."

You looked down and remembered Navia's state from 3 years ago when her father died and continued to be falsely accused, tarnishing her name and reputation. You helped her investigate as much as possible, even using your position in the Gardes to gather sensitive information but nothing ever worked until recently when the truth finally came out and she felt relieved. Yet, the happiness was short lived as she lost her 2 other close companions soon after.

"Thank you, Charlotte! Hey hey, I brought Y/n with me, do you want to ask something from her?~" Navia mused as she stood up and proceeded to come out with Charlotte, ready to head to the photograph studio.

"Ah— n-no, I can't answer anything so it's better you don't try." you refuted making Navia giggle and Charlotte decided to not pursue you either. You watched their photo session carry on and waited outside when suddenly Navia called you in and held your arm closely again.

"Hey, take one photo with me, Y/n! I promise, just one is enough and it won't be published anywhere! It's... just for our memories!"

You were against the proposition but if it would make Navia happy then you would accept. As promised, Charlotte only took one perfect little picture and immediately gave 1 copy to each of you then you bid farewell to her and came out.

"Want to have lunch together, Y/n? I'll book a table at Hotel Debord~"

"Ah, I'll have to return to my shift now. Some other day, perhaps."

"Is that so? Fine then, we'll have dinner together!~"

Navia dashed away before you could reply in any manner and all you could do was sigh and accept her. Later in evening, you were standing at your post when you saw Lyney and Lynette around the area and they soon came up to you to chatter away. Lynette was quiet the whole time but she was attentive to everything you said, her tail standing upright most of the time. You weren't sure what this indicated.

Around the same time, Navia approached the venue and saw you with both of them and she couldn't help but notice Lynette's upright tail and her lightly flushed expression, she immediately understood what Lynette was thinking and a surprising neediness came over her. She knew it was wrong but she wanted you all to herself. She ran up to you three and affectionately hugged you from the side while greeting them both, making Lynette slightly surprised at the physical contact but she gave no significant reaction. Lynette was too good in hiding her expressions, after all.

"N-Navia! You are already here? It's only evening!"

"Aww, Y/n, I was just wanting to see you and talk to you! And look I made you favorite macrons too!"

"Navia, I'm still on duty. I can't slack around this way...."

Lyney and Lynette soon left watching you two converse with each other, not wanting to interrupt. Navia released her hold around you and smirked to herself before stepping away a little, but still being quite close.

"Sorry, I don't mean to bother you. I really have made macrons so come and eat with me when you get free, okay?~"

"Navia, you.... Why are you doing all this?"

"Hm? What do you mean, Y/n?"

You sighed, "Look, it's no use pretending otherwise. I have noticed it a lot by now. You are acting..... different, strange even. Is there something you are trying to hide?"

Navia looked at you wide-eyed then forced a smile and averted her gaze, "What are you talking about, Y/n? I'm Spina di Rosula's boss, I have many things to do!~"

"That's not what I meant. Tell me...." you paused then cupped her face from one side, "....What is on your mind? Are you upset about something? Sad even?"

Navia was further shocked and struggled to reply then you continued, "Is it about.... Melus and Silver?"

Ah, seems you hit right on spot. Navia's eyes squinted and gave a bitter smile, "Nothing escapes you, Y/n. It's pathetic, isn't it? I know they both died honorably and I would forever cherish them in my heart but.... but they became like family to me after my father died."

You knew something was up with her. You looked around then hastily pulled her away into an empty ally then gently embraced her, catching her off-guard.

"It's not pathetic, I understand, Navia. You miss them, there's nothing wrong with that. And I'm sorry I haven't been a great friend during this time, I should have done more...."

"N-No, you are wrong, Y/n! I know you care and you do enough already. It's just I....I get lonely when I'm away from you, and I get this strange feeling of envy seeing you with others....."

"....Is that what happened earlier with Lyney and Lynette?"

Navia slowly nodded, "You are really dense, Y/n. But yes, that's what it was. I....I don't want to lose you too, you are the only one I have no aside from Spina di Rosula!"

Navia tightened her embrace and started sobbing on your shoulder, burying her face in your neck and you simply held her the whole time to let her pour her heart out. You decided it was time for you to act on your feelings.

"Listen, Navia.... I don't know if this is what you want to hear right now but I'll say it. I will always be there for you and support you, I will be there whenever you need someone, whenever you feel sad and want to let it out to someone. Whatever it is, I'll always be there. Because.... I love you, Navia. Not as a friend but more.... Would you like us to date....?"

Your face was red saying all that and Navia couldn't believe her ears, she let out a small gasp before softly chuckling and embracing you again.

"It's not what I expected to hear but it is much better than anything I expected.... Me too, Y/n. I love you as well, I would be very happy to date you~"

You looked at her shock but softly smiled then she leaned in to connect your lips in a soft kiss, your lips cuddling with each other in perfect harmony before she pulled away with a sigh and gazed at you lovingly.

"Stay with me tonight, Y/n. I want to.... do so much more with you."

[foursaints]

barty has a certified Evan Kink but what else specifically 👀👀👀

grim made a post here that i agree with & im going to reiterate some of it! but generally my barty is pretty disgusting so i’m putting this under a cut lmao…. Beware..... i know i just said i want my asks to be less horny but im not helping. this is so explicit seriously if you are one of my cool mutuals look away (fern do NOT read this i will be so mad)

prefacing this by saying 😭😭 these are NOT my personal preferences i’m simply huffing the fumes like the oracle at Delphi and divining into his mind. also with evan he gets way more switchy but these are just how i see his usual preferences in general 

24/7 power play (as grim said) and free use. barty gets off on blurring the lines between kink and reality and having complete control over his partner sexually but he does it in a sort of irreverent, half-joking-but-not-really-joking way. he’ll casually make his partner lick his boot and he’ll laugh and pat them on the head and get up to go make dinner. bend them over while they’re doing dishes because He Can Have Them Any Time & not let them finish because it’s his decision. that sort of thing

(but u have to put it in context like outside the bedroom that man is SO whipped. he’s calling evan his brainless fuckdoll but he’s also walking 4 miles in the snow to get him the specific type of croissant he wants)

to me there’s a major incongruity between barty’s fantasies and his actual preferences. he jerks off to the idea of keeping his partner collared & silent & pretty & obedient and dolled up and sat quietly on a pillow all day waiting to please him. but he would hate that irl and in reality he LOVES evan’s bitching and bossing him around. its so much more fun

FAKE KIDNAPPING (as grim said). SO REAL! HE IS THE KIDNAPPER! IN A SKI MASK! 

in general my barty is concerningly into cnc but only if its super negotiated and desired. hes checking in beforehand and throughout 800x but like? with evan? they are going the whole nine yards. he wants to pin him down and Take Him while he screams and struggles and cries and fails to fight him off 

while barty is cooing and salivating over him and petting his hair and licking his tears and mockingly telling him how sweet & weak he is and how perfectly evan takes him. btw

overstimulation. both giving and receiving. 

he’ll make his partner get off like eight times daily because he finds overstim entertaining. like he’s not even getting anything out of it at this point. just whenever he’s bored he’ll sit his partner on his knee for the third time that day and play with them until they cry while he scrolls his phone 

this next one shows up mostly in his dirty talk and his habit of manhandling but like? objectification? but in the weird possessive sense of “wow you are so perfect and pretty it’s like you’re a cute little toy that exists Just For Me” <- that type of vibe. he chooses to believe you were Invented to Be Fucked By Him

and his dirty talk is so meeeaaaan like he could be doing the most depraved thing ever and speaking in a casual tone of voice like he's making small talk. he's very condescending and asks a lot of demeaning questions and will laugh. he likes to see evan get angry and embarrassed and make him repeat filthy stuff

not really a kink bc i don’t think it’s something he seeks out or even thinks about much. but when he discovers evan rosier is a virgin he 100% gets SOOO weird and insane about it. bro is FROTHING 

but aside from all of that. he loves giving himself up to evan completely and service top barty is Real. that’s an entirely different rodeo with its own set of… fucking… rodeo clowns? lassos? 20-page long notarized consent forms? this is an untenable metaphor. but anyway i also like to believe that rosekiller has very loving vanilla dynamic-less sex too because im a romantic like that. and also because they are soulmates

he’s SO awful but. you know. i love him anyway

[amethystpearl222]

scalecare routine when?? 👀👀👀

depends on ur scale type!!!! and im not a pro but my tail is pretty shiny despite all the swimming i put it thru lol

here is my full mermaid tail/scalecare routine (siren friendly!)

for placoid scales, daily rinse: use a gentle sea cleanser. weekly buff: Pearl or seashell scrub for a smooth touch. monthly mask: Kelp mask for deep hydration!!!!

for cosmoid scales, daily wash: go for a pH-balanced cleanser. gentle and easy. weekly tone: seaweed toner to balance things out. keeps your scales happy and fresh! & u can also occasionally do a marine collagen mask!!

for ganoid scales, to daily clean: use a mild cleansing gel. feels as fresh as your morning ocean swim! weekly polish: sea minerals scrub to keep things smooth. monthly boost: marine protein treatment. strengthens your scales!!!!!

for both cycloid & ctenoid scales, daily wash: mild cleanser follow w/ daily hydration: light seaweed moisturizer. keeps your scales flexible and glowing. weekly exfoliate: enzymatic scrub for smoothness. Monthly Refresh: Marine botanical mask.

[loversj0y]

ITS ME ITS ME IM GLONK

I HAVE ANOTHER SIREN IDEA

So: i was learning about art forgery earlier this year, and my professor was mentioning how because of the elitism in the art world, some artists are forced to turn to forgery because no one will pay large amounts of money for art that doesn't have a famous name/history attached to it. SO they'll copy other people's artstyles and say they found this "Leonardo Da Vinci" work in some abandoned attic somewhere and sell it (now obviously because DaVinvi is so famous, it would be pretty hard to sell that lie, but you know what I mean. maybe a buttersworth painting. idk).

...And you can launder money with art forgeries: somebody could buy a forgery with money achieved through nefarious means (dirty money), then resell it for the same (or a higher) price. Now they have the same amount/more money, but it was achieved through legitimate means so its harder to track down/make a case against it in court.

Anyway: The Syndicate catches some broke ass college student on their territory, but they are a damn quick thinker and say that they have connections in crime to spare themselves. The student tells them that they have contact with this guy Anonymous, who provides art forgeries that the Syndicate can then sell and keep their money trail clean (especially useful, when in their civilian disguise. all that money is suspicious...). What the student ISN'T telling them is that they aren't just the middleman for Anonymous' works, they ARE Anonymous (because, if the Syndicate got sick of them and knew that there was only just one person involved in the business, they could just kill that one person. But if they think there's multiple, they'd have to keep the student alive to get to Anonymous).

Maybe Siren finds out that its the student who is doing the paintings, and they bond over their artistic interests; him being a musician, them being a painter.

Or, ALTERNATE SCENARIO: There IS a mafia that the Syndicate is dealing with, and the mafia agrees to set them up with one of their greatest contributors. Obviously Siren is sent to talk with this mysterious associate-- since he's very persuasive-- and instead of finding some shady, powerful crimelord, he finds a worn out, paint-splattered college student wearing J O R T S in a shitty apartment. they don't even react when they see him they're just used to it at this point.

i might un-anonymize myself soon idk

GLONK YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE OH MY GOD

firstly, always feel free to spam my inbox with ideas, they make me happy to see and i love coming home or having a minute to read through them and reading it like the daily paper, it’s my favorite part of the day

secondly!!!!! AHHHH okay the whole thing abt hiding the fact that this broke college student is actually like an amazing art dealer and like potentially dangerous is so juicy. like

student: “yeah, Anonymous is crazy. they once stabbed someone and used their blood to sign a painting because it was the only color they could get to match a specific red tone that Van Gogh used” knowing damn well it was actually their own blood because they cut their finger opening up a box of new paints, causing the red to splatter on the floor

siren: “wow… this Anonymous person must be dangerous. how are you so calm around them? not to sound rude… but you dont strike me as the fighting type”

student: *think fast think fast, i cant let them know i make most of the forgeries or that i am Anonymous* “we’re lovers”

siren: “what.”

i feel like techno would be the first one to figure it out, and wilbur would be dead last. techno knew the minute he met you but just kept quiet about it, phil realized when he monitored your activity for a day and noticed how you’d be mimicking famous artists, tommy realized because student told him, and wilbur didn’t believe it for a second until he literally showed up to a meeting Anonymous had set up, watched as they tried to kidnap them, resulting in their mask being knocked off and siren was like OH FUCKIN SHIT OH NO

but i also love the second alternate part bc siren’s heard all these stories about anonymous’s ability to replicate artists exactly and how skilled they are, and then student opens the door and is just like “okay. siren is here. totally normal.”

siren’s like “i need you to do something for me”

student just scoffs “yeah? you’re going to have to wait, i have to finish a painting for my niece. she asked me to paint her favorite barbie doll” fully serious and siren is just like ??????? and considers using his voice but is just curious and wants to watch you work so just sits back and watches.

also LOVE the concept of the anteater paintings. wilbur is just staring around in anger and annoyance and student is just there, grinning evilly and watching bc they know he wont say anything about it so it’s funny.

[ghostismybbygorl]

Okay heres how id vibe with cod characters

First off i think my call sign would be 'mouse'

Bc im small i can scurry around places pretty quick and i can escape out of a situation fast as well that or cause i sneeze like a mouse

Id be a sniper and demolition expert ngl

Price

Legit i would call him dad 24/7 not like in a daddy kind of way but like legit a father figure

he'd just roll his eyes and accept the fact that he has another kid he has to take care of

100% would smoke a cigar with him though id smoke those tiny cigarillos (my brother smokes cigars and ill smoke a little with him)

Gift giving is my love language so whenever id visit a new country id buy him a cigar from there

I have a hat like his and i WILL wear it around and mimick him

Id do the grunts and everything

I feel like id be on more missions with him than anyone else

Definitely would hang out in his office to keep him company and annoy the shit out if him

Soap

Dont let anyone near us

Like

AT ALL

wed be doing diabolical shit especially since im an arsonist and free will plus military grade explosives plus mouse and soap. have the fire department on speed dial

We'd be the reason price is greying faster

100% stealing his shirts and hoodies they'd be so big on me

Im gonna be up front with this one

We'd be fucking. I'm down bad for this man

We'd annoy the absolute piss out of ghost. He can handle one soap but TWO hes gonna need the backpack leashes for us

Quoting vines and tiktoks ON THE DAILY

Jam seshes in the car would be 100% perfect

We'd have a snap streak and its only stupid photos we take

Im recording everything he does i know damn well hes always in a silly goofy mood

Definitely in the blunt rotation

He's definitely the type to find my snack rations and eat them in front of me

Lots of hugs and kisses for this man

Except when he eats my snacks

Wed play fight all the time. When i'm really close with someone ill start "beating them up" (just be faking to fight you)

Ghost

Oh this poor poor man

Have sympathy on him because he's going to try to avoid every ounce of my being

And i wont stop that

Im giving him hugs left and right this man needs some love

I feel like once i start cracking dark humor jokes he'd open up to me

100% would be making the most absurd worst dad jokes and laughing about it

We'd text on the daily mostly just me sending him memes and him sending a 👍🏻or a 👎🏻

Im stealing his hoodies and his masks

Id probably piss him the fuck off to be honest

Id give him so many gifts to make him happy i know he crinkle's his eyes when he smiles

In the blunt rotation too but i think he'd just join for the company and not smoke that much

Id be over in his room if im overstimulated and i don't want to deal with people

Id have him proof read my fanfiction and he'd be my personal dictionary cause i cant spell for shit

Gaz

Did i say big brother vibes cause HE WILL BE MY BIG BROTHER

Id steal his hat so many times but like not in the ride a cowboy kind of way

Id buy him the most ridiculous hats and he will 100% wear them

I feel like he was a spondgebob kid so i know damn well we'll be quoting some of the lines

Part of the blunt rotation as well

When I'm upset he's the one id rant to

Definitely would vibe in a room without talking to him in general

He's most definitely the one to keep me from being unhinged

Totally would listen to murder podcasts together

So at my previous job we had to wear full body harnesses and we played this game called the carabiniere game where you take a carabiniere and hook it on to someone without them knowing and you see who can put the most on them

Soap, gaz, and i would be playing it 100% all the time with each other.

Id also grab them by the harness and pull them around or clip myself to them

Let me get a video from my old job and just put em here and id just explain

Okay back to writing

Laswell

Once again id call her mom and she's just gonna have to deal with it

Id definitely spend time with her outside of work (especially since she lives in maryland my family lives up there) which gives me more of a reason to visit her lol

Shopping sprees i feel like she's a frequent shopper at tj maxx and target

I also feel like she gives the best life advice so id come calling if im in a predicament

Okay so i am partially fluent in spanish, my god mother and best friend are Mexican so I've been around Mexican culture the majority of my life

Alejandro

definitely calls me niña or cariño

I feel like he'd roast my spanish and doesn't correct me if i say something wrong

100% my drinking buddy

I feel like he'd be very protective over me

Id be his date (platonically) and hed be mine to all the family gatherings

Fucking Mexican families are so much fun too. party my tia throws one and im there two shots of tequila in my hand listening and damcing to music

We'd text on the daily i feel like he'd frequently visit me and my family in the south as well he'd be the life of the party at my tia's parties

Rudy

He's the one that corrects my spanish and WILL only speak spanish to me until I understand whst he's saying

Insert him pointing to a random object and says it in spanish

I feel like we wouldnt bond much but we would you know?

I also feel like he gives great life advice

Graves

Id kick him in the balls

He's the type of guy i avoid or ruin his reputation

Absolutely despise him

Completely roast that motherfucker

Drop kick him

He pisses me off so much

Gives off leo and cancer energy

OHOHOHOHHH AND AT THE BETRAYAL SCENE DONT GET ME STARTED

Id 100% try to fight him even before Alejandro would

Tbh id probably get killed by one of his shadows bc of it

König

Sweet babe i would help him through an axiety attack

PIGGY BACK RIDES FOR SURE

id hug him every-time i see him

Definitely would say uppies and have him put me on his shoulders

He definitely wont see me at all ( im 5'4) so he would definitely have to crouch down to see me

His nickname would be bear cause of how big he is

I feel like when he'’s comfortable around you he’s very out going

I have no clue how to speak german but i will act like i do

He's in the blunt rotation as well

Thats all i got for now 😊

[shittyclive]

this is our guy. vincent :-) this isnt a proper reference bc of. the messy details, and hes missing buttons on his jacket but. um. i write a infodump under the cut okay?

okay let me go consult the google doc that we havent updated in ages umm.

Vincent Krasnoff (he/it/she in order of preferences. he could not describe what type of queer he is to you OR itself) is a student at Gressenheller who is majoring in psychology but is also taking layton’s archaeology class. for fun! the archaeology interest is much more casual than his interest in the human mind though. criminal psychology is a particularly interesting subject to it, and would probably be his main study focus if he didnt know cops were bastards! instead he just watches many commentaries on criminal cases, and tries to get into their heads (i guess this is a more modern au for layton...??? just so youtube can exist... laytonverse sneegsnag... (also because of his stupid gay raccoon tails)). anyways i made him like that because the idea of someone who is fascinated in getting into peoples heads and understanding their motivations for things meeting clive (and hershel "repressed trauma" layton) was sooooo funny to me. lol.

you might recognise him from the daily clive 9/11 yuri image. no comment.

uh! he is from a town in laytonverse scotland called Snowsburgh! this is also where the professor's next adventure would lead him. vincent, who is fascinated by the professor's autism, decides to volunteer to act as a tour guide for the professor! layton doesnt want to be lost this time (seriously. why does he just wander around like that. i cant stand this. please just have a guy who knows things around. oh my god.) so he lets her tag along for extra credit :-). ^_^.

vincent is very relaxed! he is constantly masking (autism) so he always tries to make a conscious effort to have a nice polite smile. when he gets distracted or lost in thought he looks like this

resting bitch face supreme. um. projection powers activate.

he likes being very laidback, though he is known to tease people after figuring out how to get under their skin. she is aware that most people think shes actually kind of cool when they first meet her, and would like to Keep It That Way. he realises wayyyy too late on the car/train ride to snowsburgh (we have NOT decided how theyre getting there yet) that his childhood friends are going to EMBARRASS him. SAD. unfortunately it is simply karma.

he gets along fine with anyone but theres always a level of detatchment. is he Hiding something? other than his childhood friends bullying him lightheartedly like friends do? he just doesnt talk about himself more than he has to.

hm! weird! im sure hes normal actually. anyways image of him that got irradiated by @emmejayy andthen i squished him

[hole-of-babel]

Face Fuck Practice Report 0

These are my first Face Fuck Practice Reports. They are all typed edgied out of my mind.

I have been practicing to be a better at sucking cock. I was posting them in a group, but it got deleted. Here’s the past reports and I will be posting future ones. 

Session 1:

I have been wisely advised by a Man  that i should always squat whule performing my dildo face fucking practice and asked for daily updayes. 

I have been in one long term "relationship" with a boy and it ended up in a disaster because i was so unskilled in coxk worship compared to my best friend. Because of that i lost them both so have set myself the task of practicing every day.

The task made a huge difference when i couldnt focus entirely on the large dildo i use. Suddenly my whole body is foxused ob my tasn and it was hard to get my usual depth. Looking at the mirror while i performed was different because i could see the strain in myveyes and it made me loath myself even mote which i didny think was possible. Still, i was proud of myself for obeying Sir and working to improve my essentiak skills as a  unt.

I love the idea of seeing every task i perform for a man being a full body yask completely focused on his pleasure. 

Thank yku, Sir flr ykur guidance.

Session 2:

Today i wore my 5inch heels as i squatted to make me fe more whorish. My ads was plugged as always to remibd me that i am a set of holes needing to be filled. Mounting the dildo on a mirror i squatted and began.

I made it a point to really ram my face hard on tbe duldo and make myself gag and choke. Today yhe position was easier but after 15 minutes i was still sore. I am in  hotel so im sure i must have sounded like a whore sucking off a guy to people in other roons.

Session 3:

Today i was completely naked. Squatting in front of the mirror i mounted my dildo on it. My boyfriend because i am too broken and scared to have a real one. I wanted to make a point of today’s practice session to be about your dick. i am just another interchangable fuck hole. The only way i can let you please me is if i try to please you better than any of the other girls. i tried to imagine how you would use my mouth. Would you sit back and let me do all the work? Would you grab my pony tail and completely control me? i spent time doing both. i knew you would be brutal. i knew that would want a total puke slut worshipping your cock. i was your object. Your FACE HOLE to choke and slap and use without mercy. My legs are getting stronger every day. Because of you, i am becoming a better FACE FUCK CUNT. i spend all my freetime edging dreaming of draining your dick. Imaging us all competing to make you hard. That’s what we’re made for. My throat still resists. I know i am a bad cock sucker, but i am getting better. All day i feel it, reminded me that everything that i do in public is a mask and a lie and how i want someone to just rip it away.

Session 4:

Today I decided to make myself up and put on my 5” heels and rose sheath dress that i wore yesterday so that i could visualize that i was being used by the men i work with. Mounting the dildo on the mirror i set the timer for 15 minutes, squatted and visualized how they would use me if they saw me for what i truly was. Today i was being fantasy face fucked by the biggest asshole on my team. He is rude when not dealing with clients and routinely cheats on his girlfriend with girls he picks up on the road. He’s not very attractive, but he is fit and has an attitude that excites me which is why i hired him.

He hates me. He seems me as a Daddy’s girl. He thinks he should have my job and has told me so. Honestly, he would be a disaster doing what i do, but it makes me clench how up front he is about what he feels is his right. This morning i was a hole for him for him to face fuck hard. i imagined him trying to make me stumble with his brutality. i slapped my face as i rammed by mouth deep onto his silicone cock. I had him change directions and rhythm just to make me gag more and feel out of control. This wasn’t just about getting off. This was him showing me what i truly was. i am staring at him across a makeshift office just reliving it wanting it knowing it will most likely never happen. i am a waste of space because i am not draining dicks, but i am practicing to be ready every day. He has big dick energy. It closes sales. It uses holes. This morning my face was his to rape. i channeled all my abuse to recreate the fear and make me know what i am and what i am made for. i am a sputtering, choking, fuck hole. My throat is made for abuse. i squat there feeling pathetic waves of self loathing and lust looping around in my head. This is for him. This is for me so that everday i become a better gender traitor cunt. Pulling off when i had too, my spit staining my beautiful new dress. i am nothing. i have no identity. i am a hole. I need to be filled.

Session 5:

As usual, I was squatting in front of a mirror with the dildo stuck to it, wearing 5” heels and panties with my udders clamped with bells on them. i made it a point today to put on really whorish makeup because i wanted to see myself as a man using me would see me. this morning i focused on breath control, forcing myself down long and hard, looking at myself not as a person but as a face for a man to rape. i knew that he would get harder from my gagging and the desperation and tears running down my face. i was a hole. i was his hole. i was completely replaceable. i was useless for any other purpose.

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

it wouldn’t be the linda fairbairn extended universe without air caledonian! (enlarge for better quality. notes below)

(a320 illustrations provided for free personal use)

i spent almost eight hours total doing this and i do not regret a single minute of it 😮‍💨😮‍💨

the liveries

literally fought for my life with the clipping masks 😵‍💫

this is my attempt at a ‘retro’ livery which was sort of teased in late 2022

it combines a few elements that saw some vogue in the 70s (the cheatline, or the stripe running down the fuselage) and the hockey stick (the cheatline being carried up into the tail, which i…sort of did…to incorporate it into the saltire) combined with an element that didn’t really become popular until after the 70s (the ‘eurowhite’ color scheme that forced me to invert the saltire)

if caledonian’s origins can be traced back to regional flights in the very late 70s, slowly growing the fleet until acquiring the A320 to expand its range, i’d want it to have a sort of ‘retro’ looking livery. the original planes probably wouldn’t have been white, though. most likely aluminum

i used helvetica for the name of the airline on the side of the fuselage, which also happens to look very similar to the font of choice for philippine airlines. i did not realize this until after i’d exported it because my dad looked over my shoulder and commented.

this is their ‘redesign’ livery and the last one before the acquisition. i’d previously depicted a version of it back in 2021 but when i tried it for size parts of it looked so horrifying that i had to change it up a bit

caledonian has always existed in my head as some mix of ‘national carrier’ and ‘budget airline’ swinging a little more toward the latter for purposes of the lfeu so the bold color scheme and billboard style is honestly inspired by airlines like southwest (thank god they’re not shit brown anymore), easyjet (easy go… and thee air caledonian blueprint), and spirit (highlighter planes)

the saltire was literally me messing around with brushes and realizing like hmmmm. this actually looks pretty neat! now i know i’ve been saying air caledonian’s probably a budget airline, but as stated before, it’s also got some elements of the national carrier thing going, which is why i’m so insistent on the saltire motif

not to do with the livery but i also think since cal exists in that grey area they do have certain elements of a Not Low Cost Airline (like business class vs economy seats…i mean you’re not lying flat in any of these planes lol but you can have a kit if the pilots didn’t burgle the socks out of them) and that could have financially hurt them which would make selling out to swiss more appealing and less wounding that a ‘national carrier’ is being chopped. idk how this works though. im playing with airlines like dolls

the uniforms

i love designing uniforms. actually i love uniforms in general. i miss wearing a school uniform i did not have to think about what to wear on a daily basis. i could commit time to silly fanfiction and my meager attempts at making my own drawing style

qantas did not have tailored uniforms for differing body types until 2016 but this is fiction and the chief pilot of air cal is canonically a #GirlDad. we have tailored uniforms here. and a hat/tie variant. and a skirt option.

i reasoned since air caledonian is a scottish airline it should have formalized cold weather uniform requirements and i saw some rly cute pullover sweaters (think they were on easyjet pilots) so those went in

also the reason hats are required with the trench coat is for easy recognizability. this is indeed a policy at some airlines. martin crieff does have a point here.

oh also i darkened the jackets and trousers lol i just felt like it looked better

i think that’s all i wanted to say…

[creativelyryeblogs]

Small Rant

Towards the end of the year 2022, I felt a sense of confusion. Confused of my identity, what I want to do in life, pleasures, enjoyments, goals, a multitude of things. What direction do I want my life to go in? How am I viewed as a person? Am I genuine with my actions or do I just act like it? Its easy to wear a mask when you are unsure of your own identifications. Ive always felt goofy, soft, kind, chill, the basic terms of identification. Now I seek to find something deeper. Honestly it feels cliché as fuck but here's where I am. Ive skated pass life not really being able to process and it feels like that episode of spongebob when squidward is constantly going thru the same routine and eventually he gets tired. Thats life for me and I barely have a routine. I honestly hate them. I feel like the same actions and continuous practices that I do on a daily bases will continue to leave me into feeling that life is passing by toooooo fucking fast. I need to slow down. Im working on being more present in the moment. Writing things down more. Taking deeper breaths. Adding a few more mins to my shower. I called my mom the other day and told her I would call back once I got out the shower. The call back was literally in 10 min. She made me realize that I rush things even when I don't need to. A speeding ticket a week ago humbled me mentally and was a metaphoric situation on how I am going thru life. I want to slow down even when my surroundings are fast pace. Hell. I feel like im typing this too fast. Idk if this is just a temporary feeling but I think that's why im documenting more of my thought process. There are too many times where I know I have the same thoughts about my life but I always forget them due to time and my memory giving up on taking a mental note of that thought.

Why are thoughts so easily lost? How can I make them stay? This is something that scares me. Ive had 4 grandparents deal with some form of Alzheimer/Dementia. Bro the thought of losing all your memories and thoughts is SCARY. Looking at the closets people in your life and not knowing who they are the next day is WILD. Like wtf??

Anyway. Ill try to do more of these rants and become more consistent with word vomit.

[r-andriani]

A Day in the Life of a Public Transport Girlboss

Dear diarrhea, it is 23:38 as of now I'm typing this. I had a long day today. I woke up to invitation messages from my pregnant sister asking if I'd like to come with her to give Rikeas Island the lebaran visit they were due, which led to misinterpretations and miscommunications and led to me having a meltdown by Rikeas Island door at twelve pm in the godforsaken noon.

I woke up real early to start going hard in my public transport girlboss shit. Nahim drove me to Cikini Station (thank you bebe) and I hopped on the train bound for Bogor. I hopped out at Cawang and switched from KRL to LRT during which these mothers with toddlers and families with poor hygiene had to test my patience, walking slower than a bunch of snails, people moving like sloths. Just the regular, daily afflictions faced by a public transport girlboss tucked between fellow human beings just trying to go to places and have a good time despite all these limitations they're living in, who have the same rights as I do, who are intellectually inferior and poor enough to not be reading and following written instructions or rules, standing still on the right side of the fucking elevator blocking my way, doing God's work in testing a girl's patience and human empathy and compassion, doing God's work in exercising a girl's kindness. Nothing new. I eat that for breakfast and dinner. And I love being kind (yes, scold me for using the conjuction 'and' to begin a sentence). Not sure whether it's something I was born with or something I've developed as I grew up, but I have a big compassion & forgiveness for my fellow humans.

As the train was apporaching LRT Harjamukti Station, I had already started searching for gocar. I hopped out at Harjamukti, still no one picked up my order. How dare these peasants (they probably possess more fortune in their hometown than I do anywhere ever) not pick up my order? Then I decided to order a gojek, and God decided to take 10 minutes to find me a gojek who is destined for the fortune of this crumbs of bread I make from bleeding sweating and tearing amongst the leeches of this city (30.500 rupiahs). In that broad daylight of fucking Cibubur. My mask fell off and there was no way I could pick it back up and neither was there any way I could reach the insides of my stupid purse for spare masks. Fuck I look like? I'm not a racoon. I was sitting on a motorbike, I have two hands, one to carry my naked laptop, one to carry my heavy ass purse. My face was showered by that polluted Cibubur air. My skin was cooked. I was made disheartened by the fact that no one (im shading my preggy sister) wanted to pick me up at the station (ehh, neither is this new, but today I felt it with every fiber of my being). One of those days.

By God's blessing I arrived in Pine Forest (it's the name of the residential cluster where Rikeas Island is located in). No one was there. Door was locked. I, 23 years-young, immediately started bawling my eyes out. I asked Bean if he was home, he said he's eating at the mall with my sister. Thence my long overdue meltdown took place. I slowly fell down on my knees like nig--s in 2000's RnB music videos. I canny believe as I was on my way no one told me they were leaving the house. They got me fucked up. The accumulation of my pent-up cries the past two weeks exploded here. It was not dramatic, it was theatrical. Bean immediately ordered me a taxi to the very mall they were at.

I was ugly-crying on the way smoking my silly little cigarette (I'm sorry, okay? it's not as excessive) until I ran into Mia as she was exiting the lobby. I opened my window and screamed "MIA??? IS THAT YOU?? "and she turned her head around, I said "OMG HII!!! ITS MEEE!!! HAHAHA TAKE CARE!! I LOVE YOU!!". I don't know why I said what I said, I think it's the default setting when I cross paths with good, pretty people, I probably kinda sound like a WASP mom. Or a mindfulness hippie. We don't really know each other, I met her once in 2017, she is one of those people who are a friend of a friend of a friend, whose bubbly existence on earth I just happen to be aware of. She smiled, waved and walked away with a man I suppose is her boyfriend. That simple cosmic divinity of our little human (or girlhood?) interaction singlehandedly fixed my day. It shifted my shite mood. So there I went, hopping out of my Bluebird by the lobby at Mal Ciputra with a smile on my face. Walked upstairs towards Solaria. Ran into Om Botol's wife by the cashier. I found their table and Mami greeted me with a hug, saying with excitement "anak mamiii". I sat next to Mr. Star Katastrophe. He gave me a pat on my head for the first time ever since 2011. I know he miss his silly little princess (I hadn't been home for the last four months). My cheesy chicken steak with es teh tawar in sight, life is good, all is well.

We ate good. It was Om Botol's treat. We took a group picture. We left the mall and were headed to a coffee shop (for fucks sake) in Kota Wisata. There were eight of us, Bean and I took care of the order (obvi we ordered Ice Cream too cause we are the kids in this occasion). Drinks were served. I accompanied Mami to the bathroom. Life is good. Everyone is having a good laugh. Chats about extended family relatives I don't engage myself in. Deeper conversations on family history. Old fashioned ass parents being old-fashioned parents. It was when they started mentioning Superwoman die Mutter that I decided to sneakily sit there and start reacting and engaging in their group conversation, and started asking my questions, and telling my side of the story. Of course I got teary. From then on, they started attempting to comfort me. Focus is shifted into me, I am the celebrity.

We were headed back to Rikeas Island. We munched Mami's cookies and pastry. Family bliss. Mami's cookings and bakings make everybody happy. I packed up my stuff and left the premises, tagging along with Om Botol cause we were headed towards the same destination: Eggplant Street. We arrived at Eggplant Street. Had a bit of munchies at the dining table with Grandpops.

After checking up on Grandpops, by dinner time we took off and Om Botol gave me a ride to Depok Baru station and I hopped back on in the train to Jakarta Kota. Hopped out in Cawang and took a gojek to Wolter Monginsidi to catch my lover who was leaving a meeting at Starbucks (not our fault, that's his supervisor's choice of place). Ngeeng ngeeng, just me and my gojek driver against the world, waltzing around Gatsu amongst Paguyuban orang-orang sudirman. As soon as I arrived, Nahim and I took off to Barito and had Sate Taichan Acong for dinner. It was a cute impromptu date. Then off we go, ngeng ngeeng our way back to the chaos and decay that is Cempaka Putih. I took a deep shower. He took a deep shower. I'm back home, in the comfort and safety of my lover's arms, while the world crumbles before our very eyes, just a kosan wall away.

[cerissy]

blog beginnings: skincare + makeup

currently in the mood to try blogging again. today is my day off, and i promised myself that i will let boredom takeover my life more often. i cherish boring days because this is the time when i embrace doing random things and completely abandon any type of planning.

today i feel like talking about makeup and skincare. im not an expert though, just an enthusiast.

for skincare, i usually wear makeup and sunscreen (laneige hydro UV defense), so i like to take it off using the farmacy green clean cleansing balm. i ran out of this product recently, and sephora canada stopped carrying them (honestly RUDE), so i got a small size of the clinique take the day off charcoal cleansing balm just to try it out. i am not sure if im a fan of the clinique one... it doesn't do the job as good as the farmacy one 😐 after that i cleanse my face with the inkey list salicylic acid cleanser cause im a double cleanse girlie.

im on the hunt for a new toner so that's coming soon, and i recently got the needly daily toner pads which are so popular in korea right now. i tried it and i found that it already made me skin so soft and balanced after just 1 day of use 😮 of course im going to keep using this. after this i would use serums but im also out of the ordinary niacinamide serum so it's not in the photo. then i use a moisturizer (innisfree green tea hyaluronic acid cream).

sometimes i do masks too!

i enjoy using makeup but im not as interested in it as i am with skincare for some reason 😋 i like to change up the products i use but the ones i have been using for a long time are these ones:

tarte face tape foundation (not pictured because im trying sephora's best skin ever foundation as i heard it's a dupe. it's not. maybe in the first hour? it doesn't last as long as the face tape foundation. listen, i know it can cost your kidneys, but the tarte foundation is amazing unfortunately 🤠)

tarte shape tape concealer (using a mini one right now because im looking for a dupe… again, this shit is expensive.)

glossier boy brow (i cannot find any good dupes either. love love love this product)

glossier pro-tip eyeliner (i love this because ive been in countless situations where i cried: went to therapy sessions where i cried, i was wearing this to the hospital when my dad was sick and i cried, i went to class and talked about heavy issues and i cried... and it never smudged. no racoon eyes. thank you glossier.)

kat von d everlasting liquid lipstick (which has been discontinued apparently. i love the lolita ii shade though. oh well)

kissme heroine make mascara (the only mascara for me. dont sleep on jbeauty! in the pic i also have the maybelline sky high mascara but i find that it doesn't last as long as kissme)

tarte aquaflash foundation brush (mermaid vibes, but also reeeaallly great when im using liquid products)

rare beauty liquid touch foundation brush (im starting to really like rare beauty)

newer ones im trying:

lys no limits cream bronzer stick (it's okay. very creamy and blendable!)

colorgram fruity glass tint (ummm no. the packaging is so cute but the product itself is a pass for me)

i use two eyeshadow palettes: colourpop smoke & roses and huda beauty rose quartz because i love pink shades and subtle glitter

colourpop sailormoon pink powder blush (i mean it's pink. and it's sailormoon.)

anastasia beverly hills translucent setting powder (i really want the charlotte tilbury one)

i have no setting spray at the moment but usually it's the nyx dewy finish setting spray. i also want the charlotte tilbury one...

as you may have noticed, i need to go shopping to restock 😋 i hope this entertained you a little bit, or even picked up some useful recommendations and ideas for your own skincare and makeup routine 😊 haircare, on the other hand, is a whole other beast.

[jin0]

Hi Jin!!! I came across your account recently and have loved it. Already stalked through and all. On to the request. Im a white, brown/blonde haired girl, blue/green eyes (my trademark if you will), cancer sun, Gemini moon, and Virgo rising, enfp, writer in the works, bubbly very energetic (thanks adhd), witty ad sarcastic, but also kind and sympathetic. I’m into the arts, so music, dancing, writing, acting, I actually play a few instruments and sing a lot. I have many passions but my main one currently is my job, working at a restaurant, and my second job were I look after and tutor young kids. For this request if it could be an Andrew Garfield character that would be lovely, but you go with your thoughts. I hope you’re having a wonderful day/week/ almost valentines day!!! Agh almost Valentine’s this year is already going by so fast

okay so i read your description and I've got PERFECTLY what is needed (when you publish your first book, send me the name !! i wanna read !!)

to you darling, i assign :

andrew's peter parker !! :

swinging by your window, he couldn't help the scoff that escaped his lips under his mask. there you were, as always, typing frantically on your laptop and putting out the next vines that would build your new story.

he never thought he'd love having a writer as a girlfriend (and future wife if he was being honest with himself). watching you build your own world and incorporate things from your daily lives together in just made him the happiest ever. what he loved more about your current story was that the main characters were inspired by the both of you and that made him fall more and more in live for you each passing chapters.

he'd never seen himself as a main character but you were the one to bring out and verbalize all the things you saw in him. he was always very good at pointing out your beauty but taking it from you just turned him into the reddest tomato possible.

now one thing about you that he would never like was your incapacity to sleep. at all. you never slept and he often had to wrestle you to the mattress. you'd try to slip away but he was quicker and prepared to have you try and escape. you'd be very surprised to find your feet webbed together. try to run like that, little bunny.

jumping inside through the window and leaning against the wall, he watched over you with a smile as you kept typing. your posture was honestly terrible and he couldn't believe that you didn't suffer from back pain more often. probably had to do with him massaging you so much.

he admired you lean forward so much that your face was practically stuck on the screen. he couldn't keep his goofy smile, you were the woman who stole his heart. stealing being a big word, he practically gave it to you. you took it when the door was wide open and you had a key and an axe. you were basically equiped to steal from a man who was basically letting you in.

he could see your eyes, red from exhaustion and crying repeatedly as you could barely stay awake but kept pushing to go further in your story. it was probably that chapter you had in mind before he left for patrol. he was really proud of that one, he threw an idea and saw the eureka moment on your face. you looked like he'd just revealed the secrets of the universe and only chuckled when you kissed his cheek before running off to your laptop.

shaking his head, he ripped his mask off before walking towards you. he pulled your rolling chair and smiled further when you whined.

"it's literally 4 in the morning bunny, i don't even know how you're still typing." he chuckled, looking to try and get you to look at him.

"argh ! let go of the chair parker. my brain's rolling right now." you groaned, eyes fixated on the screen.

"baby, your brain is always rolling, i think that's how adhd works. don't even try and make me think today is special. your genius isn't going to run away because you actually sleep today."

"you don't know that ! the genius never tells what happens after ! it only does what it does ! now let me be mister ! i have to finish this chapter !" you exclaimed, swatting his hand away.

giving up on communicating with you, he pulled your chair a little more, to move you away from the computer. you kept typing as he slid his arms under your legs and behind your back. you started squirming but kept typing, whining loudly. soon, he completely lifted you off the floor and spun around to prevent you from grabbing the device.

"peter ! my fucking god, i was writing here !"

"i could see that and i'm not caring clearly. i have a big issue with you not sleeping though." he responded, looking into your eyes. "I love that you're doing what you love and building your dream worlds. but I'm not going to let you go around sleep deprived bunny. i need you to try and sleep sometimes too. we can't be both out suffering from insomnia and a terrible sleep schedule."

you stared back at him, giving up on this useless fight. your body was giving up on you and your mind was also siding with him. you were tired and needed a good night sleep. this was necessary and you had neglected it.

you loved peter for being the one you loved. he cared enough to carry you to bed even when he was all bloody and bruised. he was the one to care for you just as much as you cared for him. just like the man you'd been writing about would.

laying on the bed, he tucked you in the sheets before going to the bathroom to was up a little. when he came back, he chuckled, seeing you passed out and cuddling his pillows.

running back to your laptop, he sat in front of it to read what you'd put in. as soon as he read the first line, he couldn't stop his heart from violently slamming against his ribcage.

you were writing a chapter on the character that was inspired from him. a man so driven by his heart and morals that he would manage to make the right choice at all time. nothing could sway him and even when he made mistakes, he learned, grew and did better. he was a representation of how you saw peter.

reading a little more, he was feeling like the luckiest man in the world, reading the words your character thought of his and letting his heart swell. you were loving him through your words, sharing the things you thought and desired in your words and letting his character know what you felt.

the more he read, the clearer it got : you were speaking to him and declaring how much you loved him. you were professing your world for all your readers to see, telling them how deeply in love you were for the photographer who had out a picture of him in your heart.

that night when he came to meet you in bed, letting your body cuddle up to his and your thighs wrap around his waist as he caressed them softly, his lips kissed your forehead and your cheeks before going down to your lips and whispering sweet words of love to you. he let your sleeping for absorb the things he wanted you to hear, telling you how proud he was and how much he loved you. you were his muse and he was yours.

he kissed you tenderly in your sleep, making up his mind on the future. he would finally stop hiding that shiny ring he'd bought so long ago, it became embarrassing. he'd pull it out and ask you to become his forever writer, letting the world know how much you two loved each other.

like the lovers from classical romantic literature, you'd both become the main characters of your own story.

but for now, he'd let you sleep and catch up on all these missed hours.