#if a pic of the dress would help i can dm it

[stonefemblues]

hey has anyone here been to a walima or is familiar with how guests might be expected to dress for one… i’m going to one this weekend and i’m worried the dress i have is not appropriate. the grooms family is muslim and from bangladesh and they’re the ones hosting the walima, the bride and her family are white and not muslim. the only thing about dress code that the invite mentioned was “cultural wear is preferred, but don’t feel obligated to buy a new outfit. when in doubt go for dressy and sparkly.”

i’m ok with getting a new outfit for this but my budget is like $50 which is not nearly enough for the places near me that sell cultural wear (and i don’t have time to order online). i have a fancy dress that’s light beige with silver sequins all over it, it’s definitely dressy and sparkly but it is sleeveless with a leg slit that goes above my knee so i’m just kinda worried that it is not modest enough?

if i wear pantyhose and a shawl with the dress would that be ok? do i even need to do that or is it ok as is? should i look for a different dress??? help 😭

[diorsluv]

feather , part 24

“ it feels so good ”

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next chapter notes ) a filler chap with dryshughes crumbs and seraphina’s delulu antics 🤍🤍 we are inching our way closer to the finish line!!

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[octuscle]

A biker decides to throw a party at his house but only invite one guy to turn him into his dream house boy.

(Rest in DMS xxx)

I'm convinced that I'm a fucking jackpot. I'm clever, I'm damn successful professionally with my biotechnology start-up. And thanks to my genes, hard work in the gym and some of my own inventions, I can't say I'm anything other than a wank template made flesh.

My mother, who sadly passed away at an early age, always said that envy is the most honest form of appreciation. My fucking neighbor must appreciate me enormously. Envy literally oozes from every pore of his big drunkard nose. An incredibly unpleasant guy. He's hated me ever since I offered him USD 5 million for his apartment to enlarge my dressing room and add a spa to my bathroom. Luckily, I have a range of products to help me with my plans. And I want to be rid of this pain in the ass by New Year.

The flyer with "Dear neighbor, it may get a little noisy today, but just come to my party. There'll be caviar and champagne, as much as you like" I just dropped it in my neighbor's letterbox. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist this offer. So at 7 p.m., my doorbell rings. I smile at him and say that he's quite early. He's already at the caviar bowls, shoveling Beluga Severol onto his blinis. Well… What can I say… It's not beluga… But I'm proud of the effect.

With his mouth full, my unkempt, disgusting neighbor asks when the other guests are coming. He'd like to be back in his apartment by then. Too bad, I reply, you would have hoped to settle your dispute today. I open a bottle of Dom Perignon and pour two glasses. I grin. I grin very broadly. I can see that the "caviar" is already starting to take effect. My neighbor burps. And farts. Phew! It stinks of fermented herring! But I can see his fat melting away. He looks younger and younger. And he has to fart again. Holy shit, my invention is obviously not free of side effects. My neighbor starts giggling silly. He lisps so that his pants slip down. He starts calling me "Daddy". He asks if his daddy wants to dance with him. He starts shaking his increasingly grotesque-looking ass. Somehow, unlike the rest of his body, it's not getting any slimmer. His pants slide to the floor. He strips naked, still dancing. And asks if Daddy has anything to wear. I have something prepared…

The advantage of the motorcycle suit is that when I'm not fucking the Dainese drone, it holds my houseboy's farts. In a week's time, just after the New Year, the workmen will arrive and combine his and my apartment. He'll get a room next to the laundry room. And a special ventilation system will be installed in the darkroom. Otherwise, it's really no fun fucking my houseboy's otherwise damn delicious big ass.

That was all a few months ago now. Yes, I've gotten used to my boi's flatulence. I've decorated him a bit. With his teenage fuzz on his upper lip, he looks even dumber than he's actually become. But he blows like a devil. And I love it when he's happy as a puppy when I come home in the evening.

First two pics found @elbe-lad, home of hot leather studs.

[ggggggfft]

Have you ever helped detransition someone before, if not outright forced their detransition?

That depends on your definition of “forced.” I would say I have coerced girls into detransitioning, but the ones I’ve toyed with have always wanted to be stripped of their faux masculinity in the most humiliating ways. I give them plenty of opportunities to walk away. To say no and try to abandon this particular kink. But they always - Always come crawling back telling me how drippy are for transphobic porn. How they need Daddy to fuck their little girly pussy and turn them straight. They can’t help it. Craving dominate male seed and obeying their biological urge to reproduce is literally hardwired into their smaller brains. They will always be female first and fakeboys second.

My first experience with detransing was with my ftm girlfriend of several years. He was a she when we first met and started dating and when he finally worked up the courage to transition he only did so socially. I continued fucking his soft, womanly body and playing with his massive tits like nothing had changed, because aside from a few key words and a new name, there was nothing different about her. We were still having straight sex with my cock buried deep inside her slutty testosterone free pussy. She still loved to have her nipples teased and played with and it made her so wet. She was still fertile and could get pregnant at any time. She wasn’t on birth control.

After about two years of being out and still no HRT we began to play with her gender in the bedroom. She liked when I told her to take it like a girl. That I was raping her like a girl. That she would be a good girl for Daddy’s cock and let me use her pussy. In her mind, it was all pretend, playing into her fantasies of being a femboy. For me it was the perfect way to subconsciously train her to enjoy her body as it was. For her to come to terms with her birth sex and accept her womanhood. To go back to being my girlfriend. We broke up and to this day she is still going by he/him pronouns, but she has had no surgeries and while she did recently start hormone therapy she is taking the lowest dose possible. She has a very cute little mustache and gets misgendered every day by strangers, coworkers, and even supportive family members who are fully aware she is trans and has been for years.

We fuck now and then and when we do she asks me to fuck her cunt instead of her ass and get her pregnant. She calls her clitoris her babydick or even her boyclit and the last time we fucked I was testing the waters and called it her clitoris and she said nothing in her defense. Every time I pull her pants off she’s wearing panties and she will “cross dress” if I tell her too. I’ve never come out and told her about my fetish but I feel like part of her must know or at least suspect the truth, and yet she still can’t keep her legs closed around me. She’s my long term project and I hope as her biological clock starts counting down she finally cracks and gives in to what she obviously needs.

What really kicked off my hunt for fakeboys was a girl here on tumblr. I liked her blog description, she was 18, and she had reblogged so many posts begging for transphobic asks and rape threats. I sent her what I now think was a pretty mid dm describing how I’d fix her if she was my daughter and I found her blog. She responded by sending me pics of her shaved teen pussy and begging for more filth. I was hooked after that. She’s now fully addicted to misogyny and incest porn. She’s my good little zoomer slut who I can always hit up for pussy inspections or to make her drink her own piss. She fully accepts that she is a woman in mind, body, and soul, but we agree she should continue hormone treatment because it makes her even more horny and depraved.

She has gone out in a wig and breast forms and dresses in public for me and will sit in cafes with her legs spread and her big red cherry and drooling slick cunt on display for the world to see. She’s terrified of being clocked and actually hate crimed every time, but she just makes such a convincing cis girl that nobody ever notices. As soon as she gets home she gets on cam with me and rubs her clitoris while thanking me for showing her what a dumb tranny she is. I have her crouch in front of the camera and finger herself until she squirts onto her gym clothes for tomorrow. I have her chant that she is not a man. She will never be a man. She is her cunt and cunts are slaves to cock. I have her endlessly repeat that she wants to be a girl because girls are stupid and inferior and get to be dumb, brainless cumrags eating ass and getting fisted all day long while she jackhammers a dildo into her sweaty cunt.

She started out wanting to be misgendered and feminized, but I’m proud to say I broke her. If it doesn’t involve detrans and misogyny, she can’t get off any more. We’ve discussed it and if we were to move in together, with her coming to a new city in a new state where nobody knows her she would definitely detrans for real.

Right now I’m working on a girl who hasn’t come to terms with the reality of her desires. She is also a filthy sex slave but she insists on using those annoying he/they pronouns. She’s entertained the idea of becoming my good girl all the way, but is still reluctant. I get so turned on watching her try to resist her desires but knowing it’s futile in the end. if I want her to be a girl, she will be a girl. End of story.

Last night I had a great session with another ftm who started out being unsure and using he/him, but by 4 in the morning I had her telling me how she wanted my big fat cock to fuck a baby into her in front of her family. How she wants her dad to see his grandson being made. She fell completely in love with her vagina and the pleasure it can bring real men by the end of the night.

I’m waiting to sniff out the perfect gold-star tomboy faildyke to forcibly detrans. I want her to be defiant and tough and mean as hell so that when she’s a fucked out set of holes who only lives to worship men and get pregnant and give birth and has an IQ of 50 and giant plastic tits that victory will feel all the more glorious.

There are others but this post is already so long. If you’d like to make it longer, you can always dm me or send anons if you’re nervous. I love knowing there’s a shy girl behind the screen somewhere frantically rubbing her clit to these asks.

[rosecoloreddesire]

Sugar Daddy Blues, 3

Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Older!Elvis, Younger!Reader (by 10 years), Innocence Kink, P in V (wrap it up y’all!). 

Note: Thanks y’all for all the love on SDB! If you guys have any ideason how to further this series pls let me know! I was also writing a separate story and hope that I didn’t put the name in this lol. My DMs and requests are open! My finals for college start sometime this week! Love y’all! 

“Soooo, what happened when you left me at the entrance, Y/N?” Your skin flushed and you all but spit your drink out at the bar.

“Emily! I didn’t do nothin’! Jerry just asked me if I saw a girl's missin' purse! That’s it!” You fold your arms and a pout decorates your lips. She scoffs as she raised the tickets in her hands.

“Well, jokes on you! We’re going again tonight! They’ve got more songs to film!” Your heart skipped a beat as she placed the ticket in your palm. You hadn’t talked to Elvis since that night out of pure humiliation.

“Really?! Now, we’ve gotta go find some new clothes to wear!” You push your empty glass toward the bartender and he nods. How the hell were you gonna face the King of Rock N Roll?! You just sucked him off and went away! How was he gonna react to that? Why did you have to say it like that? 

“Well, I’m a good friend and wanted your suga’ daddy to go absolutely wild! This is just the bee's knees, Y/N!” Your best friend draws a leather dress out of a shopping bag and squeals. Your jaw all but dropped as you took the coarse fabric into your shaky hands.

“I am not wearin’ this, Em! You have lost your goddamn mind! I’d much rather ask them to dress me!” Your cheeks burned at the thought of how Elvis would react to you trying to match his all-leather get-up. Your mind ran rampant as you thought of him bending you over and proving then and there that you were his and his only. You shook your head as Emily giggled.

“C’mon! At least let me help you model it for a few pics! My aunt designed this dress and she said she needed it for a model!” You sighed but heavily agreed. You begrudgingly walk into the bathroom and pull the leather trap on. You huff as it hugs at your curves and you smile at yourself in the mirror. You look good….no! No, you can’t wear it to his special. Lord knows what he’d do or that damn manager would do!

“A lot tighter than expected but I got it on.” Emily clapped as she brought out her Polaroid camera. You pose the best you can while people in the bar are staring at you. You’re aware of the eyes but they don’t put you off but spur you on to keep posing.

“These are perfect! Now you don’t have to wear it tonight we can change real quick and call for a taxi to get there in time!” Emily grabs your arm and pulls you back into the bathroom. As you both change she helps you with her makeup. You feel an unnerving guilt bubble in your chest as Emily pats down your eyeshadow.

“I almost slept with Elvis Presley.” You freeze as Em drops the eye shadow brush in her hand. She scrambles to push her makeup away. Her hands grasp yours harshly.

“ALMOST?! Why didn’t you?! The Elvis Presley wants you,” you wince as you see the cogs turning in her head,” HE’S THAT GUY! Your suga’ daddy is Elvis?!” You shush her and place your finger on her lips. Her vision is ablaze with excitement.

“Could you scream any louder? Damn, Em! You know I’ve never done nothin’ with no one! How am I supposed to do that with Elvis?!” She continues your makeup and shakes her head. Your head swam in thoughts of every position you could think of Elvis putting you in. God, your daddy would kill you for these thoughts.

“Did you ever think of talking it out with your man? He knows you're younger than him so why wouldn’t he think you're a virgin? Maybe he’s into that?” She shrugs as she finishes your makeup and you sigh. You should’ve talked to him about it but you couldn’t get past your own pity. You brushed your clammy hands across your skirt and let your shoulders sag as she finished her hair.

“M-Maybe if I get the chance tonight I’ll talk with him. Though I doubt he’s gonna wanna talk to me after what happened.” Em took your hand and she placed a comforting hand across your cheek.

“You are burnin’ up, chick! We really gotta get him to notice you! And I know just how!” Before you can ask why she’s grinning so devilishly she pulls you along once more. You soon find yourself face to face with Jerry once again and he beams softly down at you. You nod and Emily tells you to hold her seat. You locate your seat and realize you are directly next to the stage…again. Great. 

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“Where were you,” it was more of an injunction than a question,”He just started so hopefully they don’t catch us on film…What-“ Your scolding is interrupted by a further entire set. He looks magnificent as he strides in a black satin shirt and red scarf.

“Wow, he looks hot, Y/N.” She nudged your side with her elbow as you can’t tear yourself away from his stature. The filming seems to go by fast with him changing multiple times. Lights behind him glow red in the dimly lit space in his name. Chills run down your spine as you acknowledge this wasn’t a Christmas song. He went against his manager again. Though instead of being worried for him…you wanted him to keep doing this kind of thing. It made him seem more…alive. More him. His voice was blaring and controlling in the resonant space. Extras and staff stared on in awe as his emotion grew and the room filled with a sense of perseverance. A gospel scene is next and you feel awful as you feel the searing desire fill your veins. And who are you kidding? A whorehouse? He knew what he was doing at that point!

The filming ends as soon as it starts and claps erupt in the studio as he stands in absolute disarray of emotions. His life was hanging in the balance of this but you could see how much he tended to the melody of this special. Individuals are being placed back by the stage as Elvis grins. He waves you over and your skin is alight with craving at the short action.

“Did ya like it, baby? I still feel like I’m shakin’.” He allowed you to wander aside from him to his dressing room. You peek around to make sure no one was tracking you both or just observing. Your eyes dart up to where Elvis was gaping earlier and make eye contact with Elvis’ manager. His eyes bore voids through you as Elvis clutches your hand.

“I-It was great, E. Um, are you still filming today or was this just a trick by Emily and your friend?” Elvis lowers your hand and chuckles.

“I do have a little filmin’ yet to do. Though mostly it was to trick you back into my life. I was worried you weren’t ever gonna talk to me, princess.” He began to unbutton his pants as you stood there frozen.

“I-I didn’t think you’d want me. I mean we met once! I just wanted to give you an out-“ His lips are fierce against yours as his hand sifted through your H/C hair. You sigh as he jerks his fingers scarcely. His desire spills into your mouth, your fingers grip the collar of his shirt severely.

“I want you so bad that it hurts, princess. I need you to want me just as badly. God, darlin’.” His gaze never leaves your lips as his statement dangles in the air. Your fingers shake as you help unbutton his shirt. What the hell were you doing? Your fingers curled around the red scarf wrapped around his throat. 

“I want you, Elvis. Please, just- I’ll come to wherever your stayin’ after your filmin’ is done, alright?” Elvis’ face lights up and a brief kiss is laid upon your cheek.

“I’m gonna film this so quick, darlin’!”

“Don’t ruin your filmin’, Elvis!”

“C’mon!”

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“Soooo, bar time? Or suga’ daddy time, Y/N?” Emily fixes her pant leg as the two of you begin to walk out of the venue. Jerry is standing next to an expensive black car and waves at you fondly.

“Um, screw it! I’m gonna sleep with Elvis Presley.” You state confidently as Emily hoots and hollers.

“Well, you go have fun, chick! Call me and tell me everythin’!” You nod as you step into the car and thank Jerry. The ride is quiet but comfortable as you drive to Elvis. Jerry keeps small talk at a minimum as you feel your nerves rise within your body. Your skin feels hot as your body shakes.

“We’re here, Y/N.” Jerry helps you to the door of Elvis’ room and then excuses himself as he hears his friend’s footsteps beyond the door. Elvis is all smiles as he opens it. You follow him inside and he stops by a vanity in the corner. He takes a swig of whiskey and looks at you from the mirror.

“Look at you, princess. I think you should’ve come in this.” Your skin heated as he turned to you. He was wearing a robe once again but he had pajama pants on. Sadly. Stop it, Y/N. Polaroids fall out of his hands and scatter to the floor. You knew Emily was going to utilize those against you.

“My best friend told me her aunt needed a model. That’s all. How did you even get those?”

“Mm, I need one too. How about you model to me what you’ve got under that cute little piece you’ve got on.” He leans against the wall with a smirk as your eyes widened. You were going to kill Emily once this was over. How the hell did she even get those to Elvis?

“I-I’m not um. Wearin’ nothin' cute.”

“I think anythin' on your pretty body is cute, darlin’,” he walks towards you as you try to collect your thoughts. His large hands are warm as they gather at your waist. His skin burning through your clothes,” I want you so bad, lil' mama. Please, let me have you.” You nod as his body presses against you. Your conscience flying out the window.

“Fuck me, Elvis.”

“Who?”

“Please, daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” His hands are calloused and rough as they lay against your throat. Leading you to lie against the bed in his room. It’s adorned in silk sheets and velvety pillows. You smile up at him as your arms wrap around the nape of his neck.

“You bring these fancy things with you everywhere?” He laughs and places a chaste kiss on your lips. A playful smirk glistens on his face.

“Only when I know I’ve got a pretty lil’ thing in my sight. Now I need to have you, princess.” His lips are soft and wet as he ravages your neck. You grasp a tuft of his hair as you let out a loud cry. His teeth scrape at the sensitive spot on your neck, shivers of desire running down your spine.

“E-Elvis, I’ve never-“ he interrupts you as he slips your shirt off your body. You stutter as he bites his lip, taking you all in.

“I know, lil’ mama. I’ll be gentle. God, you look divine.” You nod and grab his shoulders holding him close.

“I-I got myself r-ready before seeing you, daddy.” Elvis’ eyes roll into the back of his head as a broken whine etches from his mouth. He lifts your skirt and rips your tights apart. His finger circled around your clit. Your thighs shake as his eyes blacken observing you plunge into lust within moments. His lips are urging against your throat, lapping at the newly made marks.

“God, with that mouth. I gotta have you right now, baby.” You nod as you writhe around the pillows. The sensation of his finger alone has you begging for him.

“Please, I need your cock, daddy. Please. I’ll be good.” His hand finds solace around your throat and he bites his lip. He finally strips down and runs his cock between your folds.

“You gotta be kiddin’! I really wanted to be nice, darlin’! Fuck-“ Elvis plunged inside of you and your breath hitched. Your heart races as you get used to being filled up all at once.

“Elvis-“

“Breathe baby. You’re doin’ so good. That’s my good girl.” His hands rest on your waist as he continues to push inside of you. Your nails take down his back and he hisses in pain. He pants as you squeeze him tighter. His cock throbs within you.

“I-I,” you take a deep breath as you try to get used to the feeling of being split open,” you’re too big, daddy.” Your legs shook against his waist as his hips bucked forward. His resolve was dissolving as your bare skin rubbed against his. Your innocence was fleeting as your stripped body drew him in.

“You’re gonna kill me, doll,” his lip tight between his teeth as he stares down at you,” Fuck, can I move, darlin’?” He huffs out a shaky soft moan as you try to adjust yourself to his size.

“Please, I wanna feel you.” A deep growl thunders deep in his chest as he desperately clutches at your waist.

“I gotta have you now, princess.” His eyes are dark and commanding as he thrusts forward harshly. Your back arches and he compels you back down onto the delicate sheets. Your skin is burning against his as he lays his body against yours. His hips are furious among yours as he pumps his cock in and out of you. Watching as your pussy swallows his whole cock, your name drips off his lips as he cries out.

“Fuck! Elvis, you feel so good,” you grasp at his back, your manicured nails raking down his back. Hissing, Elvis bites your shoulder as his pace picks up,” please, more, daddy-“ his voice is deep, layered in need as he howls into your collarbone. His intoxicating need is being smudged in purple across your chest. His eyes never leave your body as he commits every single curve and every dip. You were made to be his sugar baby. Made to be his everything.

“You are gorgeous, Y/N. You’re mine. My baby. My baby to spoil, right?” He accented his words with deep, harsh thrusts. You yelp as he flips the two of you over. Your body is on full display over the top of him now. His hands gripping your ass as you whine at the new angle of his cock. Your walls flutter around his cock as the desire in your core tightens.

“Yes, yours. All yours, daddy. Please, I wanna cum.” He nods as he slips his thumb to rub your clit. His eyes never leave your bouncing tits as you chase your neverending high on his dick. You roll your hips hungrily wanting to be marked as his as deep as possible. His thumb circled your desperate clit rapidly.

“Oh, baby. That’s it. My pretty little pussy. Such a good girl for daddy.” That’s it. Your body quivers with warmth and pleasure as you throw your head back. His hands wrap around your waist trying to keep you grounded. Your body convulsed as your orgasm seeps through you. A cry rips from your throat as he arranges his legs beneath you to pound into your dripping cunt. His legs shuddered underneath you as if he didn’t want this moment to end. His hand envelops your throat, you hold his arm as you try to anchor yourself. Another orgasm rips through you as quickly as it came. Your body shakes above his, grabbing you he brings you closer to his chest. Your bodies rubbing against each other.

“Please. Please. Cum inside me. I want it!” Continuous babbling falls from your lips as drool begins to pool on your skin. Elvis groans and his hips begin to stutter as his release begins. He’s grasping at your body like you’ll leave the minute he comes to. His teeth gnashing and gnawing on any expanse of your body that isn’t bruised and red. His hips continue to pump slowly in and out of you as his clarity slowly returns.

“That was not the way I planned our first time together, darlin’. God, you're still so wet. I’m sorry-“ you cut him off with a quick kiss on his nose.

“Well, you can show me for our second time together, Elvis.” You wink as you let his length slip out of you. He winces at the overstimulation and grabs a towel on the bedside table. He cleans you off softly, as he bites his lip. His seed poured out of you onto his sheets. You cover your face as he tickles you. Your giggles filling the space.

“Mm, I’m gonna stay your sugar daddy?”

“Have you found a reason not to spoil me?”

“I can’t say I have.”

“Then no! Thank you, Mister Presley.”

“Mm, Round 2?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Elvis.”

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[sorcharavenlock]

28. A night at the pub.

After talking to Frigga, Loki's mood improves a lot.

He goes running with Fenrir the next morning...

...and I catch him dancing in the kitchen!

"Mari, come listen! I learned to play a new song!"

Oh, so I'm 'Mari' now! I smile and make my way into the basement.

Before I know it, Loki is singing along with the song he's playing on the guitar. I soon realise it's "Every little thing she does is magic" by 'The Police':

"Though I've tried before to tell her

Of the feelings I have for her in my heart

Every time that I come near her

I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic..."

Loki has a nice voice, and he only misses a few notes on the guitar. but halfway through the song his mood changes.

"Never mind, it's a silly song anyway," he says as he stops playing.

"I liked it," I say softly. But Loki floats through the wall before I can stop him.

of course, the last thing he wants to do is encourage my "delusional sentiments" for him...

We agreed to meet up with the others in the pub on Saturday night. I am wearing a new dress and Loki's mood has improved immeasurably.

It is quiet at 'The Gnome's Arms' and we sit down together.

"Hey, you've got your eyebrows fully back!" Loki comments to Nea. "What? I've never lost them in the fire, I just tinted them differently," she grins.

"I'm so glad you are here," I whisper to Kitty. "I think Loki knows I have feelings for him and he hates it!"

"I'm sure you're wrong," Kitty whispers back. "I saw the way he was looking at you when we came in!"

I suddenly feel a lot better.

We order drinks and sit down at one of the tables.

"I did as you nagged and I contacted my ancestral witch," Loki begins. "To my surprise, my Mother was the one to answer."

"That is great!" Kitty says. "You mean your biological mother?"

"No," Loki corrects, "My real mother. The one who raised me, looked after me, and taught me everything that I know about magic.."

"Frigga agrees with you, Kitty," I say. "We need to find Thor. But we don't really know how to go about it."

"I might have an idea," Nea says. "you know how I'm a bit of an amateur photographer? It's really just a hobby," she explains to Loki.

"Anyway, I'm part of an online photography group. We share hints and tips and stuff. I have a friend there, he calls himself 'Webhead2001'. We've been chatting on and off, his real name is Peter. He lives in New York, and he's been posting amazing pics of the Avengers. A lot of Spiderman pics actually, I think he might be a bit of a fan. He seems to be able to get pretty close to him. I could DM him and ask if he can help us contact Thor?"

"That is a brilliant idea!" I say. "Sure, send him a DM. Maybe tell him we know something about Loki that Thor would love to know?"

"I'll contact him tomorrow," Nea promises.

We have a few more drinks, and Nea and Loki end up giggling more and more with each drink they have!

There's a dartboard in the pub, and soon Loki persuades us to play. I'm terrible at it, and Nea and Loki nearly fall over with laughter as I miss the board.

Loki is the next to try.

Loki doesn't completely miss, but he doesn't score a point either.

"I'm a bit rusty," he shrugs.

"Watch me, I've got this!"

Nea's aim is good but the dart misses the board by a hair!

"I bet he's going to miss again, darts aren't daggers," Kitty says to Nea.

This time Loki scores two points!

Nea tries again, but while her dart clearly hits the board, she gets no points.

"Whaaa?" she looks at the board in confusion.

Kitty and I giggle, we have an idea who might be behind this!

"I know you are cheating," I say quietly to Loki, who smiles mischievously.

Nea doesn't score a single point despite hitting the board multiple times!

"YOU!" She realises. "LOKI!"

"What?" Loki asks innocently.

"I know you are cheating!" Nea accuses him.

"You might know, but you can not prove it!" Loki smirks.

"GAAAAAH!" Nea looks at me. "How do you put up with him?"

(despite her grumbling, Nea and Loki just became Good Friends!)

We all hang out together for a bit longer, but it's getting late and Fenrir is bored and in need of his evening walk, so we say goodbye.

I'm about to head up the stairs when Loki stops me. He suddenly seems tense.

"What is it?" I ask, wondering what's bothering him.

"It's about what I said the other night," Loki begins hesitantly.

"Okay?" I'm not sure what he is talking about, but I'm listening.

"Never mind," Loki changes his mind. "It is late and you are tired. sleep well." And with that, he walks out of the door to take Fenrir for his evening walk.

[imaginespazzi]

And we're back Bestie! Thanks for the patience while I recovered & got caught up w life.. I figured there wasnt much sense in providing a semi-coherent ask ha.

Ok so: First, it will make sense after reading but I so wish I could provide some pics for you via anon..

Went to the Sunday game. I didnt even ask to know in advance, but by chance the group/person that took responsibility for tickets to the game got seats a handful of rows up from behind the Dallas bench. I was just in disbelief w that given our jokes on the blog here. Our dear Lou is just so damn cute in person. And by every indication from that afternoon, an incredible teammate. Shes constantly supportive, super engaged, and you can tell things will come together for her before long on the court. Her being such a lovely professional didnt help lessen any appeal! 😣 Anywhooo it would be generous to say shot my shot Im afraid - but as luck would have it, there was a moment where she did a little happy dance spin around to the crowd when celebrating a teammates made 3 pointer (they led at this time) and ended up having genuine eye contact and a small smile back with me. So guess we can say there remains some small hope afloat for LouTea? Or at least argue that it wasnt an absolute failure by me on your behalf lol! My shy, yet somehow also overly confident self (maybe a certain attitude tends to come w being 5'2"?) will take it 🙈

So sitting where we did, actually found ourselves not far from Jacy Sheldons family who were at the game! Seemed nice, pretty quiet during the action. As a College WBB follower that was just kinda wild to me. And there was one other woman (maybe one more in the group) seemingly around Jacy's age w the fam in a custom top w her name, but I didnt recognize at a quick look. Dont think they were former teammate(s) though, so curious who they mightve been? Dont know much about JS off the court. Last but not least, a little down from me, I kid you not there was a woman wearing a VT Kitley jersey. I could only die laughing internally to myself, thinking of sharing this later. Not the most implausible place/location to see one tbf, but we honestly cant escape the OG lore!

Anyways the event was a great time all around. Highly recommend a WNBA game to anyone ofc. I was happy to see a Mystics win (and an interesting game) since Im usually bad luck for my/home pro teams in person.

Actually P.S. Li has such a cool vibe! Very sad to not get to watch her play but gives a fun, animated energy from the bench, to her credit. Easy to see why shes so well liked. And I dont know if you happened to see Shakira Austin that day, but holy hell. She is so tall and so stunning it blows the mind in real life. And while Kira is actually single (perhaps a nice fyi for some of you), I should be clear, Lou doesnt need to worry at all about competition. Theres no way little, sweet me would ever dare to handle a 6'5" woman with such a crazy side 😅 said with complete and total affection for her

Ok I should stop. 🫶

-☕️

Ahh unfortunately you can't send pic on anon. You can dm them to me if you'd like but it's totally fair if you wanna just stay an anon, I'mma just imagine the pics!

DAMN bestie I'm jealous of those seats but I'm so happy for you and so happy you got to see Lou so close! Awww I knew Lou was a sweetheart but I love hearing that for you. OMG DO I SENSE A MEET CUTE? She was dancing and then your eyes met? Personally I think that's a sign! I'M STARTING BRIDESMAIDS DRESS SHOPPING! You know what babes, I think you did great, just means you needa go to another game of hers and shoot another shot! Also hi twinnnn, I'm also barely 5'2 lol

I LOVE JACY! And her relationship with her sister is so sweet so that's so nice you saw her family! That's inchrestingggg info. I guess it could be a cousin but hmmm?

LMAO ofc there was something VT/Kitley related there, of course

Glad you got to see a W! And Li sounds amazing, I hope you get to see her play eventually too. Ooooh I bet Kira was stunning in person like I find her so freaking gorgeous so this totally checks out.

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 4: TW:too much rizz and s/h (fr)

Y/n pov: i wake up and I'm the first one I hide Greg and get changed into this

Not the book,candle,phone, "cute fit" "thanks" i turn around and see

"can-t sa-y th-e sa-me" god why did I try to be a smart mouth "can't say much can you" (a/n:bully rizz) "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" I add (bonnets are the real Ops)"oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House (a/n:shut up) Im getting waffle,bacon,grits, "y'all isn't that waiter kinda cute" jazzy ask

"ooooh jazzy's crushing" "🖕🏽" "hey that's mine thing" the waiter comes over "hello pretty ladies what might you be ordering" "can I get eggs and waffle" pippa asks "can I get bacon eggs and a waffle" nea asks "waffle,bacon,grits,please" jazzy looking at him like a dork "ma'am" "huh" "what would you like" "your number" she whispers "excuse me" "grits and bacon please" "ok "aww" "shut up" 25 minutes later "jazz call your boyfriend over" pip says "oh he's coming over" "ah shit" jazzy wipes food off her faces and puts lip stick back on "do I look ok" "👍🏾" "good" "are you pretty girls ready for the check" "yeah" "oh I think you need this" he puts the plate shit in the middle and gave jazzy a napkin we got to the car "jazzy there something right here" "wait do y'all that's why he gave me the napkin" "🤷🏽‍♀️" "ugh" she pulls it out and squeals "what happened" "he wrote his number on the napkin" "eee" we all squeal "omg he heard me" "damn" "shush y/n this a good thing jazz" nea said we make it back to the theatre "how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "wait I saw the cutest puppy on insta imma show y'all" "k" "cool" "sure" I get on my search thing and I see Lin posted it was me and ant "favorite couple" was the caption "🙄" I check the comments "she's so ugly" "he could do better" "ant I thought we were better than this" "she's so fugly" "man Ramos check my dm's you'll move on real quick" I throw my phone and run to the back I took my bag i was crying so hard "I check my bag I found my old blade I was gonna throw it away but it looked REAL helpful right about now I held it to my wrist I hear  long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door "y/n please I love you" I hear it was ... ant he loves me I stand up and open the door Lin ran and hugged me "I love you don't ever scare me like that" I just start crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picks me up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" I Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n" at the apartment "wait did you want people over DONT LIE" "yeah I love them" "ok..." "I hear a knock at the door" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure" "I look up it's ant" "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" he looks down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at him "im sorry" and ran away Lin came in and I told him everything "I'll call him" "no lin please" "ok" everyone came over and I  said everything from the comments to ant "yn/n I'm sorry"  "it's ok it's been a hard day I kinda wanna eat and sleep" "oh of course" "I'm sorry" "DONT say sorry it's just boundaries" "let's go ya'll" "k" they all left "I made your favorite" "thank you chef Lin" I eat it and the food was really good I hop in bed and sleep my ass off.

Anthony Ramos pov: I wake up i notice y/n is up she's not at my side I go to the bathroom and get ready I see y/n I saw "cute fit" "thanks" "can-t sa-y th-e sa-me"  "can't say much can you" "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" y/n added "oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House oak was talking bout his plan too ask pippa same with davved and nea "Ramos when are you gonna ask out middle" "WHO?" "y/n" he whispered "ohhh idk why'd you say middle" he just 🖕🏿 me "ohh" "yeah" "y'all are grown men and can't talk to your crush" Chris chimed in "I can't imagine not dating your crush" groff says as he touches Lins hand "yeah baby" "get a booth"

A little later

"how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "im so tired I tell the guys" "same" "for real" "yeah" I see y/n running away crying "what happened we ask the girls" "we don't know" i pick up her phone and read some strange comments i was nauseous i show them and Lin said "on no" we run after Lin he dose long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door I was so upset I just yell "y/n please I love you" everyone looked at me and tears down my face as i didn't hear anything from her she and opened the door Lin ran and hugged her "I love you don't ever scare me like that" she just started crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picked her up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" she muttered Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n at the apartment" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure"  "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" i look down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at her "im sorry" and ran away

[spilltheteawithme]

Hi mod i dont know if you happened to hear deux new podcast(her voice is just no, so i dont blame you if you font). But she invite someone from backgrid and in general say that most of the celeb photos are not stage and no pr, the publicist dont call them and pap just happened to be in good place and good time or they are locals and they know they way around the city. Also she mention that seb and aw are so private(I guess private is ther word of the day always🤣) and we rearly have something from them so this photos are natural and the person she invite just anwser : yes...yes..yeah- good i guess. That all photos are not stage. Lol i would have a couple of questions to her, i guess she wouldnt anwser me because she didnt before but like

Why we always have seb and aw before movie premiere, awards, promotion etc. They just happened to be alive and outside at that time?

Why in rome they were looking, at least aw straight into the camera, in such big turistic place a lot of people have cameras and took photos and they for sure could be in the background of some turist photo yet they somehow were able to find the pap? Did he scream they name? If so why noone else turn around? I will if i heard that. Or they just looking in direction of every camera in hope of finding pap? (Im looking at you aw)

How big chances are that they find them there are a lot of turistic places in rome, i huess this one was the most famous so i give ot a pass amd i can take that this local photographer was ther for hours and find them

Why seb stylist put this photos on his story? He always dress seb for vacation in hope that someone will take his pic so he can show his work? Does hi dress seb day to day? Why he didnt post other seb day to day looks?

If photos was not stage and aw didnt know they were taken why she like the post in less than 30 minutes without being tag by deux or in comments(someone tag her yes but she like this before) and she dont fallow deux. What? Aw was scrolling and happened to see this? Or she was hoping someone will post it? But this would give away she know of the pap, or maybe because photos were not stage she somehow find out the photographer in the croud is pap not turist and then what for hours stalk ig to try to find the photos?

Also why aw delate the comment of this one person whi say they working in taiking the rome photos down because they think pap was stalking aw

Last questuon how they get this good shoot of them in place where there are ton of people, some look like they wait to have place fir giod pic.

Ps. Why we rearly have any pic if cillian outside the awards events, does he go to places where pap dont exist or they just affraid if taking puc if him? Or meryl how come we dint have a lot if pic of her on vacation etc.

Also why she aka. Deux change 180? She goes from they are situationship and dont call each other gf and bf even have a guy who say that they are pr to trying to do everything to prof they are real, private and in love. Does this podcas was a save after the comments under the pic she post? What happened? Does she never hear pap go onlune and say that for example megham m puc were stage? Now whole hw is so saint that noone stage pic and everything is just good luck?

If she can anwser this questions i will say she is right. To bad she never will, she right now call people who say they could do things fir pr or like that she call them jealous fans so yeah.

DM had sources for the PR situation and now her sources are totally real, unpaid, backgrid helping her definitely unpaid podcast prove these two are so real and were clearly caught off guard... 🙄 Please.

DM will never answer these, at least truthfully because when she was supposed to be bringing in a different source was paid to hold off and must have been paid good to completely change her opinion so far as to gather proof from Backgrid 😂😂😂 Totally believable, especially with the way these two, who've been to Italy countless times unseen were suddenly spotted everyday looking sooooooo loved up. Give me a break Duex 😅🤣

[candysims4]

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4*Town x Fem!Reader - Terrible Exes

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Prompt: Y/N came out of a terrible relationship, but her ex still harasses her for her body. How would the 4*Town boys take their girlfriend being harassed by her ex lover?

CW: Abuse, Fights, Cursing, S//xual harassment, Fem reader

Age Rating: 16+

Notes: Lmk if you want a male reader or gn version! I'll repost with the new pronouns <3

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Robaire

Robaire knows EVERYTHING about this ex before, during, and after your relationship with him. Not through stalking no, but because you and him were friends through it all.

He has all the deets, screenshots, pictures, just about everything he could need in any sort investigation. Not only that, he knows every little flaw and nightmare your ex picks themselves apart for, and every insult they hurled towards you.

However, he won't use them to hurt your ex. No, this is all just in case that abusive pos came back around to haunt you.

And that they did, spamming your dms with pitiful apologies and asking for you- your body- all over again.

It kickstarts when you run to Robaire, bawling your eyes out with your phone in your hand. Those tearful sobs, the pitiful shine in your eyes, and the glowing screen on that device has him stressing all over you. It drivea him mad whenever you come to him upset and he can't help, but he won't stand idily by and watch his precious girlfriend be sexually harassed by a sickening individual who had used her in the first place.

"Y/N, mon amour, may I borrow your phone? I need to have a word with them."

- 9:56 pm, March 14th -

Ex: I am so sorry for calling you an asshole, I didn't mean it

Ex: Please, I want you back

Ex: I miss everything about you

Ex: Your hair, your smile, your everything...

Ex: God, I just wanted you to want me, is that so hard for you to understand? If you wanted to be a good girlfriend, you would have given me what I needed.

Ex: Whatever, I can find someone else who would actually want to do it with me.

Ex: Hey?

Ex: Look I'm sorry, you just make me so angry.

You (Robaire): This is Robaire, her boyfriend. May I ask why you're harassing her?

Ex: Fuck off, I don't have time for her worthless friends. She's just using you to get back at me.

You (Robaire): I'm a forgiving guy, so I'll give you one chance to leaveher alone. You wouldn't want your mother seeing this, would you?

*Image: 1 attachment, a shower pic of your ex*

Ex: Don't threaten me! I'll call the police!

Robaire: And tell them all about how you won't leave Y/N alone? Who are they going to believe, you or me?

- Ex has gone offline -

With that, he blocks the number and sets your phone to the side, picking you up. "Come on, let's have a night out. Just forget about him, okay? He won't be bothering you anymore."

He takes you to the best place he can think of: A cozy restaurant with a laidback atmosphere. There wasn't an expected dress code nor any over-the-top fancy decor, though it wasn't a shabby place either. The whole time he has you in his left arm, you at the window seat, nuzzling into his side as he takes care of the ordering.

Aaron T

He's ready to FIGHT as soon as he hears his girlfriend crying. It's his first instinct to punch a pillow or get his energy out with anything stressful, but... Your ex makes him want to destroy anything in his path.

It doesn't help that the stress your ex is putting you through makes you terrified to step outside anywhere. You're a homebody at this point, under constant threat of your ex finding you in public and trying to touch you all over again.

With a frustrated sigh, Aaron T joins you on the bed you're sitting on and rests on your shoulders from behind. You're quick to hide your phone, but the constant buzzes clue him in that it's your ex again.

"That scumbag again? Y/N, let me see what he's been saying, babe."

- 6:04 pm, April 7th -

Ex: Hey

Ex: I'm willing to forgive you

Ex: Just say you want me please

Ex: I loved you even when you treated me like shit, even when you didn't put out, I was willing to wait for you to be ready for sex

Ex: You know no one else will want you, right?

Ex: I'm the only one willing to put up with your shit

Ex: Meet me at my house if you know what's good for you

Hell no. No, this won't do. Aaron T rises from the bed, snatching the car keys from the table. Oh, he'll be "meeting up" alright, just not with his angel, Y/N.

"A-aaron no! He'll beat you- It's not worth it please! He's going to hurt you!" Aaron T sighs heavily, turning to face you. "Y/N, I'm making sure he NEVER hurts you again. Do you want him simping for you over and over? Threatening you and shit?! Come on, I'll make it quick."

One silent drive later, Aaron Z pulls to the side and hops out, itching for a fight. Your ex had been waiting on the porch on his chair, but flies out of his seat to confront the tall boy in his yard.

Your ex starts off the exchange, "Who the fuck are you?" Aaron T puffs out his chest, getting in your ex's face, "Nah, who the FUCK do you think you are? Saying no one would love my baby? Asking her for her fuckin' body?!" This has your ex reeling back in fear, but still trying his best to at least fake confidence, "Nah dude, you can keep her! She's a psycho!" Aaron T tilts his head to the side and cracks his neck, a scowl forming on his face, "Psycho? Psycho?! I'LL SHOW YOU PSYCHO, BITCH BOY!"

In the end, Aaron T is dragging himself back to the car, quickly driving away from the house where your ex's unconscious body lays in the front yard. Aaron T has some scuffs and blood spatters, but otherwise looks fine. Looks like your ex wasn't much of a fighter after all...

Aaron Z

Unlike T, Aaron Z is a lot less confrontational. He'd rather settle things like Robaire, but he doesn't have the same patience and slyness. Though, he won't hesitate to ask them for help when he finds out about Y/N's little "pest" problem.

It all starts when you throw your phone right into the bed and leap right into the sheets, crawling up to Z's warm body and laying your face on his chest. Z, who was on his phone, puts it down and raises a brow at you. "Y/N? What's making you all cuddly?"

Though it was muffled, Z could make out what you say, "It's nothing." "Come on, you know you can tell me! What's-" The sheets vibrate and a subtle ping! interrupts the light hearted mood. You drag the phone from where you threw it and hand it to Z, "Can you see who that is? I'm not in the mood to even look at my phone."

-10:01 am, June 25th-

Ex: You up?

Ex: Hey

Ex: Please talk to me

Ex: I miss you

Ex: Hey

Ex: What's up

-Unread Message-

Ex: Fuck you too then, ugly ass

Now, this was by no means the worst your ex as done. Hell, you have therapy next week because of the mental (and physical) abuse you faced. It's the fact that your ex harasses you near daily and drives you to insanity that it clicks for Aaron Z: Enough is enough.

Instead of texting your ex, he'll call them. It'll terrify Z, but he's much too hasty and furious to care about anything but his Y/N's life.

-Calling Ex...-

Ex: You could have just texted me, y'know.

Aaron Z: Nah, Y/N isn't going to talk to you ever again, dude. Just leave her alone.

Ex: Who the hell is this?

Aaron Z: Her boyfriend.

Ex: Whatever dude, she's gonna dump you after a month.

Aaron Z: It's been a year actually, and we're still happy. Nothing you tell her is true. Now leave her the fuck alone!

-Call Ended-

With that, he silences your phone and sets it on the night stand. "So that's your ex, huh?" You respond with a little head nod. "Baby, that guy's pathetic. He doesn't know how good he had it when he was with you." Though he tries his best to comfort you, a long cuddle was the best remedy for a terrible ex.

After a stressful morning and some sleep-in cuddles, Aaron Z takes you to see a cutesy movie. Not just at any theater mind you, but one with the plush recliner seats. What makes it all better? A large popcorn to share and a few snacks Z snuck in with a hoodie he wore.

Jesse

Unlike the other members, Jesse thinks about what's the safest thing to do. He can't exactly risk your ex coming after you, him, or his kiddos. Also unlike the other members, he was first to jump the shark and take care of you asap. You might think you're sly, but he can tell what's going on when you hide yourself in the bedroom or distract yourself by playing with James and Liana (his son and daughter).

A new phone is his gift to you, but really a discreet way to get you a new phone number to thwart your ex. Changing your socials to new names is a bit challenging, but Jesse reassures you that it's for your best interest. The last thing is letting your ex dig their own grave, with each text they send nastier than the last. It all sits on a now unused phone, which Jesse forgets about until he notices it go off for what would be the last time.

- 14 days ago, 4:16 pm, July 24th -

Ex: Y/N, I'm sorry for everything I did. You were completely right, and I was a fucking idiot. Please talk to me again, it hurts not having you...

Ex: Y/N?

- 9 days ago, 10:35 pm, July 29th -

Ex: Please talk to me

Ex: I'll forgive you for everything

Ex: I can't stop thinking about you

- 8 days ago, 2:01 am, July 30th -

Ex: You're a fucking cunt, Y/N. You played me, antagonized me. You treat me like a villain for no reason

Ex: If anything, you should beg for me back

Ex: I have a new gf, so it's not like I even need you

Ex: Have a good life, asshole

- 5 days ago, 8:04 am, June 2nd -

Ex: Hey. I didn't mean anything I said that night

Ex: Please come back

Ex: No one loves me like you do

Ex: I'm begging you please

- Now, 5:47pm, June 7th -

Ex: You don't deserve my respect or anything

Ex: At least tell me what I did wrong

Ex: Don't be a fucking stuck up brat

To Jesse, that was the last straw. He immediately turns to the police and turns in the old phone. "They've been harassing my girlfriend for a while, but this is what I have from the past two weeks. If they contact her or me ever again, I'm going to have to file a restraining order."

Jesse has no shortage of fans who harass him, so he isn't all that freaked out about someone as insignificant as your ex. As far as he's concerned, that ex is the most pathetic stalker.

As for you? You don't have to worry about a single thing. He offers you a sweet treat as his favorite ice cream place, to which you ask if the kiddos can come along.

"Of course! Anything for my three little angels."

Tae Young

At first, he really can't figure you out. One minute the both of you are caring for the sweet doves in his aviary, but a single ping from your phone has you running to another room. He assumes the worst, that you're cheating. After all, you're a lot more disconnected, seemingly obsessed with your phone, and slowly detaching from him.

"Y/N, we need to talk." You can see the water pooling in his eyes, Tae biting on his pointer finger to keep himself from spilling. "About what?" He can't help but retreat into himself and lean onto a wall for support. Oh boy... "Can you tell me who you're talking to?" You give him a puzzled look, "What are you talking about, Tae?"

"Look, don't make it harder than it has to be, please... I know someone's-" Ding! "OH WILL THEY PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" You snap, taking your phone, chucking it across the room and into the floor. Ding! Ding! You can't help but break then and there, crying into your hands and slumping to the floor. A concerned Tae Young loses his nervous posture and holds you from your back.

"Y/N, what's going on? Are you okay?"

"It's- It's-" You choke out through sobs, "It's my ex! They won't leave me alone no matter what I say! I- I try blocking them, telling them, reporting them..." You sniffle, Tae wiping the tears from your face. "Y/N... Why didn't you tell me? I could have handled it for you." "I didn't want you worrying about it... You already have a really busy life, with the band and aviary. I'm so sorry I made you worry."

He wraps you into a soft embrace, letting you curl into his chest and cry. He didn't want to entertain that shit-wipe by reading whatever insults threw threw at his girlfriend. No, they would have to say it to his face if they wanted him to hear it.

After that incident, Tae took to asking the other band members for help. Robaire and Jesse offer to call up their girls to give Y/N a girl's night out, Aaron Z and Tae team up to get Y/N a few gifts (a new phone being the first), aaaand Aaron T offers to drag the ex to hell using his fists named Punisher and Lil Death.

The only band member who had his offer declined had to "put away his guns for another day".

[simgerale]

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF REGAL!

thank you to everyone—and i mean EVERYONE—who ever held interest in this little project of mine. without you guys, i wouldn't have near as much fun!! here's to finishing the story before the summer is over 🥂

🦋 special thanks + extras below 🦋

(they're dressed as if they are actually actors lol so weird)

thank you SO MUCH to plasma-jane (not sure what their new blog is) for making luca!!! he was a hot vampire in his past life, but regal would not be the same without him 💛 like....... i could NEVER

thank you v much to @plunni for making sheridan in one of her sim dumps forever ago!!! (and clara, but she isn't here right now lol) i could not have done sheri's sim justice and can NOT imagine her looking any other way!!

as we all know, i made magdalena and olette myself, but they wouldn't be the same without all the cc creators out there!! you guys keep this community going <3

(HEADLINE: Famous actors from the hit show Regal were caught exchanging kisses before shooting! Does the romance continue off the screen?)

@sublimesims - you little sweetie pie you, i always have your support and opinion and for that you get an honorable mention <33

@morrigan-sims - thank you for being so enthusiastic about my story in our dms and theorizing and caring so much about my characters!!! it means a lot (^''':

@samssims - not only have you made poses for regal, but you've been a huge supporter since day 1!!!! you helped spread the word and i could not be more grateful for your interest in what i am doing :**

@fataleromeo @soulanii @gracy-simsie @plasma-janes @simwithsparkles - you guys ALWAYS comment and make my day, and there's more of you that comment every now and then--JUST KNOW I KNOW YOU!!! I SEE YOU!!!!! i am SO appreciative OF ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!

alright.... that's it........... JUST KIDDING here's a bonus kissing pic that isn't in the story but it's real in our hearts

[jadequeen88]

Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

3.2k~

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Hi

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

 Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying. 

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv. 

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest. 

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in. 

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?” 

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips. 

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else. 

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

[goldenfharry]

🍄 me again!! the dua concert sounds like it was so fun!!

Olivia going to the bulgari event in Paris was planned not only for publicity for her, but also to try and bring back the boy toy image her team painted of harry at the beginning of tour last year. since September that image in the press has died down because she has had close to no work or events aside from cinema-con, and has instead been following harry around EVERYWHERE. the fact that she travelled to new you’re with him for 2 days and then straight back to the UK for his london ONO didn’t help, because she had no reason to travel away from her children to see the exact same performance she would’ve seen in the UK. they’re trying to paint her as a independent, successful woman and him as someone younger smitten with her (the recent pap pics did nothing to aid that).

the terrible mother quote has also (somehow) worked in her favour as good publicity by trying to make her more relatable with multiple outlets using her quote in parenting articles, and as substance in the articles about her at the bulgari event, as there was no genuine reason for her to be there and therefore nothing to write about.

her using harry lambert to dress her was definitely a thought out move on her part as it links her to harry, but to the general public rather than her looking desperate, she looks more like a ‘girlboss’, with his stylist styling her just before his sold out world tour starts. i can assure you that we’re going to get another picture of her like the one with bex from last tour where you can clearly see backstage passes or something that links her to him. she’s still not allowed to post about him directly but my guess is that we’ll get a pic of her kids at one of the london shows (as it’s wembley stadium they won’t be able to stay on the floor or they will get crushed, so they’ll most likely be in a box). also the english aren’t the most polite so if she’s at any of the uk shows (hopefully not mine!!) she won’t get a good reception from the majority of fans. However, she will still be as obnoxious as possible as soon as tour starts because she knows this stunt is coming to an end and is looking for all the publicity she can get.

It was great! What a show, I love her! 😩💛

I’m laughing so hard with the “English aren’t the most polite” part, I hope that she doesn’t go to your show bestie! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Anyways, once again, thank you for this ask! It’s a great message of clarity and a great perspective to calm people and remind them the basics: to understand that this is all planned, nothing is new, everything has a reason and it’s all predictable. Thank you! I would love eventually to talk to you, so if one day you are comfortable with, send me a dm ☕️👀

[thrill-seeker-vn]

Oof I have a few.👀👀👀

1. Do you have any celebrity crushes atm?

2. Whats your process behind character creation?

3. Are you a pantser or outliner?

4. Do you have a favourite kpop band/soloist?

5. What are you and the ROs music taste like?

6? How would you describe your fashion sense and the ROs?

7. What's a story you would love to see turned into an if?

8. What would be your biggest piece of advice for a beginner writer and what did you wish you knew before you started?

9. If I remember correctly you're working in another story that's a fantasy. Could you perhaps spill some of the tea regarding the characters and premise? I'm super excited 👀

10. How has it been working on these completely different projects?

I try my best not to have any celebrity crushes but I've been so bitchless recently that when I got into Ateez I was immediately floored by San 😭😭 so uh yeah that's the only one rn LMIUSFDHDFI

I usually tend to start the story with plot. Through that, my characters blossom; I usually look for a personality I want to embody, and also a character I haven't seen too often. For example, I haven't really seen any Nepali characters in IF, so I'm making a nepalese RO in Witness in Plain Sight. The ethnicities of my characters are often from the ethnicities of my friends who find they don't have any characters they can relate to in media, so the appearance of my character is the third/second thing I think about.

I outline first, but I pants through it!

Oh boy... my favorite boy groups are seventeen, ateez & BTOB, and my favorite girl groups are twice, stayc and ive!! I'm also getting into CNBLUE right now. My fav soloist is Sunmi.

My music taste is a little bit of anything and everything. I love music in different languages (korean, spanish, french, chinese, japanese, urdu, and hindi, lots of bollywood music in general). I think N would like a lot of vocaloid & hyperpop music, while Oli is more interested in alt music, just a lot of music with guitar. Hannie likes classical music, lofi, just anything they can listen to in the background without too many lyrics. When learning a new language, they like to listen to music in that language, too.

I'm kind of experimenting with mine!! If I had a lil more money, I would love to dress fancy and old-timey. (Like the pic, and a bunch of art on pinterest which I can't find the cred for!) I mostly dress in academia, graphic tees and overalls. You can see the ROs outfit types through their posts here: N OLI HANNIE

7. HMMM... okay something that I REALLY want to see is the great historian 'they were just friends'. I want two ladies to fall in love in medieval times. I would also LOVE something like melvina's therapy, a bunch of short stories that tie into eachother! 8. Definitely do your research!! Reach out to other authors, and create a network of people you can rely on! Not only will it be great for when you decide to go through with your project, but you'll have a community that can help you, inspire you, and that you can talk to when you have difficulty!! For any writers and developers, you can always come to me!! Whether it's an ask, a private message, a discord dm or an email, you can always count on me if you need some help :-) 9. I don't wanna give away too much, but I'll give away a little! Yk how much I love killing off parents in IFs... this IF is an adaptation of the first novel I ever wrote!! It's about magic weilding pirates, set in the Victorian Times! I know it sounds goofy so I'm gonna leave it right there IUDHFSIUDSF 10. A nightmare. I love all of them, don't get me wrong, but I'm a colossal dumbass. I'm really happy I get to do what I love, tho, and I love being able to write!!! I get to do whatever I imagine, and tbh it's the best feeling ever!!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Hey! For the anon who's interested in dressing as Aziraphale, I've been cosplaying for 6+ years and taught some beginner/budget cosplay workshops, so if you want to DM me please feel free! Some general tips would be to get some reference pics, make a list of all the components, check your own wardobe for anything that works (eg. A white buttons down), and raid local op/thrift shops, eBay, Facebook marketplace, Etsy, and other secondhand places. I don't know if you mean dressing in a similar style to him, or actually cosplaying him, so that's all the advice I can really give for now, but I hope it helps! 💜

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