#it gives me the same feeling as people making old fashioned or pretty lived in houses look modern and boring

[so-sick-of-17]

I generally really think that taste is a personal thing and it shouldn’t have to please everyone. If someone likes something and it doesn’t impact my life, then why should I care? I love, tattoos, I follow a lot of tattoo pages on Instagram and posted a tattoo that is in the shape of a heart and looks like a really bad bruise. I guess it’s supposed to mean love hurts or some really stupid metaphor that borderline gives domestic violence, vibes. It is not my body and it does not matter that I dislike it. This tattoo and whoever likes it has no impact on my life. But I really think that people with such bad taste that they think that looks good , just shouldn’t exist. I might be a massive hypocrite but I don’t care. That might be the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’d be fine with one person getting a shitty tattoo, but having many comments thinking that it looks dope, nope!

[zombyjuice]

YOU USED TO LIVE A BLONDED LIFE₊˚⊹ ᰔ(๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤)>c[_]

in which it’s almost valentines and all wonbin can think about is the girl on his bus rides home.

wonbin x fem!reader

cussing, awkward, kinda bad ngl, reader is poc ermmm enjoy :3

“I’m lonely, I need a man before Valentine or I’ll go fucking insane” you speak coming up behind your friend Luna who practically jumped out of her seat phone flying in the air “Goodness! Someone needs to go put a bell on you” you look down at her with a menacing stare getting out of your 🕴️pose and going to the other side to grab your chair, stepping over her phone.

“I feel like you’ve already gone insane,” she picks up her phone thanking God it’s not broken “Cute hair by the way” she points out your now dark brown hair up put in a ponytail and a white headband with a fluffy blue star clip attached to it, you smile softly touching your hair “hopefully that cute boy on the bus thinks the same, he’s always staring at me I think he wants at me” you let out a giggle and jump up and down on your chair “oh my GOSH he’s so fine how~”

“shut up I’m sure he’s going to like it your pretty and look straight out of one of those old quirky Japanese fashion magazines, also you don’t have the worst personality” she states finishing her coffee “Oh? whatever fuck you let’s go” you kick her under the table and watch her face curl up in pain laughing out loud.

You guys shuffle out of the cafe with grumpy faces seeing all Valentine’s decorations and giddy men and women with gifts for the significant others, “disgusting” you sneer “Be happy” you glare at her “Shut the fuck up and be mad with me fuck valentines!” you slightly shout her eyes darting around not understanding how you have no shame(in Korea), you were a strange complex person but she loved you for it, deciding to ignore the glares.

Not even on the bus yet eyes immediately start darting trying to find the boy excited dressed just for him even though in the back of your mind you knew you were never going to go up to him ever, especially remembering your first interaction.

To make a long story short he was at the bus station at 1 am doing God knows what (waiting for the bus) and since there was barely anyone there you and Luna thought it was the best time to do a silly little TikTok you sprouting with energy cause Luna just gave you tons of it.

The song was slowed down so there you were dancing your heart out (slowly) to Ma Boy by sistar19 to get the perfect video and everything would’ve been fine if you didn’t heard the stifled laugh that the boy was holding.

Your face contoured with fear and Luna's deadpan while tapping your shoulder to run. And ever since then you’d see the boy every day, which would be concerning any other man but this was a breathtaking man who looked at you like he wanted to go down on you any moment.

Luna says it’s not that bad because the video ended up being great the sped up video making people laugh and you guys got viral the next day but you think that was hands down the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“I think you guys would look good together” your friend states while you guys eagerly waiting for the bus “What do you mean? How?!” you get giddy slapping her arm “idk it give cute black cat bf and weird orange cat gf” “okay can you hop off always trying to insult me” “that’s what I do best” “oh you're a fucker” “ow! Stop pinching me gay fuck” “You’re g-”

“the doors open” a quiet voice that belonged to no other than your future(not really) pretty black cat boyfriend >:3

you both barely look back and beeline into the bus.

“haha,” you awkwardly laugh a little too late at the boy who looked at you a little silly, both of your eyebrows raised strangely at each other “Oh my gosh” Luna muttered.

You turned around all of a sudden you would like to leave right about now.

The bus ride was quite awkward you and your friend standing and chatting sometimes losing yourselves in the convos and laughing a bit too loud immediately going to check if he looked at you a certain way.

You guys shared cute glances here and there you could feel the way he looked at your outfit or the way he scanned your side profile also not failing to catch the soft grin plastered on his face.

When the time came around for you to get off your bus stop you frowned, yeah you guys never talked before and you weren’t planning on it, but his presence was enough you could gladly sit awkwardly next to him as he looked at you with those cute boba eyes, gladly giving him the same look back.

You gave him one last look and a soft tight lip smile before walking away with your friend off the bus, but what you didn’t catch was that he followed you guys off.

“excuse me- excuse me”

You guys turn stiff and you snap back to see him slightly smile and wave “Can I um speak to you, please, not to be weird or anything”

You look at Luna with a smile a little too bright and she nods smiling back and glaring at Wonbin before walking off.

you look back at the boy's direction and you walk up to meet each other properly…

“You changed your hair,” he states blankly your eyes go a bit wide, and chuckle a bit “Yeah I was tired of the blonde, but I’m nervous this might be too plain though it does look a lot better I might add some color or maybe like a couple of blo- sorry I blabbering” he giggles a little too hard eyes turning into crescents and cheeks burning red “sorry that was a weird statement, not your fault, haha but um I’m Wonbin…” he scammed your features and your reactions finding them all so cute how expressive and real you are it’s like he could see you take note of his name in your head.

“Wonbin.. pretty I like it! I’m y/n” his face burned more and he couldn’t help but let out a nervously high giggle “Also pretty I think you're pretty too and I wanted to introduce myself properly and take you on a date or two before you know, Valentine's” gulp.

[arcane-vagabond]

Hey.

Go ahead and get settled because this will be...long, in true Liz fashion.

So, by now I'm sure most of you have heard what's happened. If not, you can search this blog for some answers or others for more.

I joined this fandom offiicially at the end of September after being a long time lurker. I had just lost my job and times were uncertain for me. I felt inspired to write, and as someone whose formative years were shaped by the fandom experience, I wanted to feel that sense of belonging again - to feel like a part of a community. I've talked about it on here before, but I started my fandom days in the original Hunger Games fandom when the first movie had just come out, and then I shifted gears towards the SuperWhoLock fandom. If you know anything about SuperWhoLock, then you know you had to have pretty tough fucking skin to be a part of any of it.

Of course, this was back in the day when fandom was an actual community and not authors having to beg for scraps of engagement and people thinking its a numbers game. I was a fairly large blog within the SuperWhoLock community (Waywardly-Carrying-On was the username), but I left fandom for a few years because life got hectic and I felt like I had outgrown the fandom itself as I was no longer watching any of the shows. As the years went on, I started to yearn for the fandom experience again, which is how I found myself dipping toes into several different ones.

I was so excited to publish my first fanfic. I had convinced myself that I wasn't a good writer (much to the chagrin of my irl friends), and I had put a pause on writing my original story. I wanted to write this idea about a cowboy and a girl using characters that I had grown to love like I did way back in my older days. So, I started posting, and I was so excited for the story, that I kept posting almost daily. MamaMay was one of the first people to embrace not only my story, but me as a person into the fandom. She made me feel welcomed and wanted.

Pretty much right off the bat I was already getting anons telling me that I was being too much and that I needed to calm down with all the posting. I was confused because...this is Tumblr. It's literally a blogging website? Why wouldn't I post? I decided to ignore the mean words (not before giving my opinion, of course) and kept on doing my thing. Well, the anons got continually worse and worse. I had a suspiscion as to who the anons could be, but I never had concrete proof. So, I experimented with blocking suspects until finally it worked. I'm not naming names because that's not my style, so don't even bother asking.

The fact of the matter is, some of you have entered fandom spaces for the first time, and you don't know how to act. You don't care to learn fandom etiquette as you've made abundantly clear by calling fandom olds every name under the sun while utilizing the anonymous feature. Newsflash, you're part of the problem. You're the reason why authors don't want to publish anymore. You are the reason that something that's supposed to be fun is starting to feel like a goddamn chore.

How many times can authors on here say that we aren't machines? We have lives outside of this website: family, friends, jobs, school, etc. Some of you really are just hellbent on making everyone around you miserable, and it's sad. You can't just leave well enough alone and let people enjoy something, no you feel like everyone has to enjoy it the same way as you.

Some of you go after authors on here because of some weird sense of jealousy too. I don't know why my shit blew up, babe, I really don't. But I started out with no followers and no support just like everyone else. I'll tell you what helped me though: following fandom etiquette and reaching out to other creators to build an actual community. None of this "I've reblogged three of your things and now I'm messaging you so that you return the favor." No, I reached out to make actual friendships which is what fandom is SUPPOSED to be. If someone was clearly not interested, it was fine!! I backed off and kept doing my own thing.

Some of you think being mean on the internet makes you big and bad. Guess what! It doesn't! It's loser mentality and I feel genuinely sorry for you. I'm sorry that people in your own life made you feel so small as to feel like you had to lash out at strangers on the internet who are just trying to have fun.

Anyway, this is my really long way of saying that I am taking a break for a little bit. I have no idea how long it will be - could be the weekend, could be a couple of weeks, could be forever. I need time to decide if this is something I want to keep persuing. If I come back, I don't know if I will remain a TGM blog or if I'll shift gears and hop into another fandom with a rebrand. Guess we'll just have to see.

To the people on here who have been a constant source of joy, laughter, and support: thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Your presence has meant everything to me, and I hope that my break sees me wanting to come back and giggle about the silly plane movie with you all again.

Nothing but love,

Liz 💛

[moreespressoformydepresso]

What are your honest thoughts on all Descendants boys? From both books and movies?

Oehh that’s a good question! I’ll base most of this off of the movies because I remember them more clearly. Sorry this is so late, I needed some time to sort out my thoughts. Let’s see:

Ben: cutie, golden retriever energy, needs to grow a bit more of a spine but as a recovering doormat I vibe with him.

He’s got a good heart, and he’s definitely going places, but I have no idea who decided a 16-year-old should be king. Hilariously, he’s a better king than his dad because he cares about all of his people, not just the “heroes”. But still, he’s 16, let him have his dumbass teenage years. He’s still in his phase of wanting to please everyone and that isn’t gonna lead to the best decision making. You’re king, Ben, you can overrule your girlfriend’s selfish idiotic plan of closing the barrier. Just tell her “the barrier was opened for you to come through too. If those kids aren’t worth the risk, does that mean you aren’t either? Should we throw you back?!” And she’s change her tune real fast. You gotta give some tough love sometimes.

Jay: cool, I wanna know his gym routine, pretty funny but rash, needs Carlos to temper his brand of crazy (love their bromance).

I love the narrative parallels to the movie Aladdin. Jafar thought himself so far above a street rat and now he’s raised his son to be one so he can continue being a con-man. In the movies, Jay is actually a very accurate representation of your upbringing shaping you into who you are. All Jay knows is stealing, he’s never been taught to pay if he doesn’t have to, so to him stealing’s perfectly fine. It’s normal. It’s a lot more subtle than the whole “who doesn’t like being evil” bit, but the core idea is the same: when all you’ve ever known is one perspective, that’s gonna feel like the objective truth because you’ve never had a chance to try a different one.

Carlos De Vil: Best (movie) Boy, my baby, I love him. What a little nerd (affectionate).

He’s a big part of why I willfully ignore the absolute stupidity that is the third movie’s ending. I’m sorry Mal, wtf is wrong with you??? You set your supposed friend’s abuser free for nothing but some empty platitudes and dare suggest you’ve become an empathetic person?!?! In the books, we get a lot more insight into just how horrible of a mother Cruella is, but even in the movies we see he’s had it bad because of how jumpy and nervous he is. Disney is still Disney so we don’t get much of the healing process, but we see how he calms down and adjusts to a normal life over the course of the movies when he’s out of the bad situation, which is pretty good by Disney standards. Cameron Boyce did an amazing job playing him (R.I.P Cameron) and seeing an abuse victim get comfortable within their own skin and getting the happy ending they deserve is always fun.

Harry Hook: Insane (affectionate), most fashionable drama queen ever, absolutely crazy, more than a few screws loose but in the best way possible, he’s hilarious.

So on the surface, Harry’s pretty simple. A dude who’s lost his marbles and flirts with everyone. He probably has some kind of moral compass, since he didn’t rip Mal’s throat out with his hook when she revealed her little stunt in D3, but it fell overboard at some point and couldn’t be found so nobody knows what it is except Harry himself. Also, he has his sane moments, like during that same confrontation in D3 I mentioned before where he says “And you, King Benny... you're probably gonna throw us all back inside.” It’s the first time I’ve heard him sound… not like Harry. It’s sombre and defeated, a little disappointed maybe? Either way it’s really good acting and it implies he can act completely “normal” but he just chooses not to, which makes me like him even more. He’s just a dude living his best life despite the circumstances he was born into.

Gil: adorable, hilarious, kinda clueless but in a good way.

I love characters that have no idea what’s going on half the time but are absolute sweethearts trying their best. He’s like- the opposite of his dad in every way and I’m living for it!

Gaston Jr and Gaston the third: I don’t have much to say on them, let alone separately, so they get a section together.

Honestly? I don’t remember having an opinion of them. They made Evie happy by wresting, which is cool so they get points for that. Seem like they’re trying to out-gentleman each other to win Evie’s heart and since they’re not being creepy assholes about it they are objectively better than their dad. Very much brawl over brains, the two of them, with their constant wrestling reminding me of Carlos and Jay except they’re both the muscle. Kinda cute sibling relationship, even if it’s in a VK-typical villain-flavored way.

Anthony Tremaine: squeeeee, my type is pretty boys who sigh in annoyance at everything, I guess? We only get scraps but I happily cradle them to my chest.

Uhmmm so Anthony’s personality is mostly up for imagination? The only canon information we have is that he’s most likely Anastasia’s only kid (someone on Tumblr pointed out that, in the scene with the wicked step-daughters, he’s referred to only as their cousin, not their brother) and he’s very bored with his cousins’ antics. Given A Twist In Time the potential drama is endless. Every time Anthony’s mentioned we’re reminded he’s pretty and has good style, and I love that for him. Dude lives on an isle of junk and still looks like a supermodel. Lots of room for my own ideas while still remaining within the realm of “could be canon” with just enough base in there that I’m not just creating an OC, and as a writer and artist that’s all I need tbh.

Hadie: cute, deserves better, I need more of him and Mal bonding

Mal’s half-brother, son of Hades, very cool. I like that he’s trying to turn good and having a hard time, because that’s very realistic for someone who grew up not knowing anything other than evil. Descendants 2 tried to tackle it with Mal, but failed miserably. We know Hades sucks as a parent in descendants (neglect is abuse) so that’s not gonna help him.

Dough: Awww he’s so cute with Evie 🥺

No really that’s it. He’s a nerd that gets the girl, has some very funny moments, but honestly most of his character is centered around Evie? And they’re cute together it’s not a bad thing but there isn’t much to analyze. He’s understandably pissed about someone like Chad getting all the girls while using them, but that’s also only ever seen in relation to Evie.

Chad Charming: what a bitch (derogatory), total coward, I hate him but he’s funny.

So I have no issue with characters who conduct themselves terribly (I love Audrey, (fanon) Anthony, Uma, and many others from many fandoms) if, and that’s a massive IF, they have a good reason for it. And I’ll count “because I can and I want to” as a good reason, because by that point you have someone who’s mean and owns it. I can appreciate the self-awareness and usually those characters are very extra so it’s entertaining. If not that, there needs to be a reason they are the way they are. Audrey has the pressure from her grandmother (and the borderline verbal abuse), Uma has the very real grievance of living in squalor on a run-down island full of the worst of humanity because she was born, what does Chad have? He’s spoiled. A spoiled brat. And he goes from that to an overtly whimpering coward with none of the pretense of superiority in any field. His one saving grace is that he’s a massive joke.

Diego De Vil, Clay Clayton, Gonzo, Jace and Harry Badun, Herkie, Aziz, Jonas, Lefou Deux, Li Shang Jr, everyone else I missed: no opinion, because they’re not relevant enough for the writers to give them a personality.

I have nothing I’m sorry. I barely remember reading their names and I don’t remember anything from the scenes they’re (mentioned) in to get an idea of what to talk about here.

That was… a lot lmao

[anneapocalypse]

On Krile, Thancred, and Minfilia

Reviewing post-Heavensward dialogue for fic purposes, I came across this utterly bizarre conversation between Thancred and Krile:

Krile: Why must you be so disappointingly brusque? You're not at all as Minfilia described, you know. I don't think you've favored me with so much as a single compliment since we set out. Krile: Tell me, did your time in the wilderness sap you of all your charm, or are you holding it in reserve for your beloved? Thancred: This is neither the time nor the place. Krile: Well, call me old-fashioned, but when I'm risking life and limb infiltrating an imperial castrum, I like to be sure of my comrades' motivations. Thancred: I see now where Alphinaud gets it from. Thancred: Minfilia is dear to me, it is true─but not in the way you think. Thancred: Fifteen years past, when she was still but a child, there was an incident at a parade. A goobbue broke free of its fetters and ran amok through the streets of Ul'dah. Had I been more attentive, I could have prevented it...but I was distracted, and her father was killed. Thancred: I feared she would never recover, but in the years that followed, she showed herself to be more resilient than I had ever imagined. And when she learned of her gift, she did not flinch from the responsibility, but sought to guide others on the path. Thancred: She touched the hearts of all around her. Mine, Louisoix's, every Scion's. In those dark days following the Calamity, she was our guiding light─our hope for a brighter future. Thancred: She had so many dreams...and I would give anything to make them come true. Krile: My apologies. I can see she means the world to you. I did not mean to pick at old scars. Thancred: No harm done, I assure you. But fair is fair, my lady─what is Minfilia to you? Krile: You mean you don't know? Only my dearest friend. Krile: When I finally emerged from my torpor, I learned that nary a day had passed without her asking after me. She never gave up hope. Krile: And neither will I.

So, this takes place in 3.2, when Minfilia is still missing and Krile and Thancred are on the trail. Krile has clearly heard Minfilia talk about Thancred--she meets him with a certain expectation about his manner, which Thancred isn't presently living up to because he's too worried about Minfilia to be flirting. However, Krile also seems to have no idea what Minfilia's relationship to Thancred actually is. In fact, she misinterprets Thancred's concern for her as romantic, in the same breath as she's expressing surprise that he hasn't attempted to charm her. She's so curious about this that she interrupts a covert operation to demand he explain his motives.

Thancred, meanwhile, seems to have never even heard Minfilia mention Krile... who describes Minfilia as "my dearest friend." Despite the fact that Minfilia was asking after her every day while she lay unconscious, she apparently never spoke to Thancred about her worries. She even mentions Krile several times while we're in the room, calls her "my dear friend" and rejoices when she's found alive, but Thancred seems not to have been aware of any of it.

So these two characters, ostensibly the two people closest to Minfilia apart from her adoptive mother, know shockingly little about one another.

That's weird, right?

I would also like to note that Shadowbringers pretty much completely forgets about Krile being Minfilia's bestie, because when we finally get to see her again, Minfilia calls the Warrior of Light "Dearest friend" and has absolutely nothing to say about Krile. Thancred also doesn't mention her in his dialogue about the people who care for Minfilia and want to see her again, only himself and F'lhaminn. And Krile herself has little presence in Shadowbringers beyond the caretaker of the Scions' bodies, and I don't think she gets any reaction to Minfilia's death in the First, which, given how much time and attention is given to Thancred's feelings about it, is... certainly a choice. Even F'lhaminn gets a little follow-up sidequest, but Krile gets nothing.

What do we make of this?

I think from a Doylist perspective it's impossible for me not to see this in light of the issues I have with Minfilia's writing, and the lack of interest the writers seem to have generally in exploring the depths of female characters' inner lives the way they do the male characters. Minfilia is a major character and yet she is allowed so little interiority, and I've complained about that before so I won't get into the weeds here, but it's just so frustrating. If I had to watch Thancred spend all of Shadowbringers making her sacrifice about himself, I would at least have liked to have had it shown, and not merely told, that he was so close to her. That he knew her in some way that everyone else didn't. But we're not shown that! I've asked this question before, but if Thancred and Minfilia were in a room alone together, what would that talk about that isn't Scion business? Who knows! Did they talk at all? He didn't even know about her best friend!

I also think this is probably in part the writers trying to play a bit of catch-up with all the stuff they left only vaguely implied in ARR because they were afraid to rehash anything returning players already knew. Like they got to 3.1 and by now the new game is a success and the first expac is a success and now they're realizing they need to catch new players up to speed a bit on things that were assumed to be Known when they wrote 2.0. This isn't a particular graceful execution of that but you can see how it would serve that function. No, Thancred isn't into Minfilia like That; here's what their history is.

Whatever the reasons, they wrote what they wrote. And I'm also interested in it from a Watsonian perspective, and what it says about Minfilia as a character.

She's this person whom so many people knew and loved... and at the same time, maybe no one really knew. The one scene we do get that sheds any light on what kind of connection she and Thancred share in the present is after Ifrit, when Thancred is berating himself for not being good enough... and shuts up the minute he realizes someone else is in the room. He does show a vulnerability to Minfilia that he doesn't show to anyone else. He shows vulnerability; she really doesn't. Minfilia has vulnerable moments in the story, but they're pretty much always a matter of circumstances putting her in a vulnerable position rather than her specifically opening up to another character because she trusts them. She is always kind, and generous, and caring, and willingly hands herself over as a sacrifice for the greater good multiple times. When she speaks of her worries, it's usually for the safety and wellbeing of others.

How much you want to bet that Minfilia was the kind of person who was always listening to others and supporting them and making space for them in her life, and checking in on them to see how they were doing, and always had an encouraging word, asked about their day, offered help if they needed it...

...all while never talking about herself?

ARR loves to make Minfilia a damsel in need of rescuing, but how often does she ever ask for emotional support from anyone? She makes mention of Thancred watching over her, but often it seems to have been from afar. Thancred himself talks about how resilient she was, how many lives she touched. Krile talks about how Minfilia asked after her every day.

I wouldn't be surprised if Krile isn't the only person who considers Minfilia to be her best friend. I've known people like this in real life. Their friends are often surprised to find out they're "like that" with everyone, and they weren't actually unique. The care was genuine, but they weren't the only one receiving it.

I think it's consistent with her character, but it also breaks my heart

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐎𝐂: 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍

Name: Cheron von Blocksberg

Homeland: Hell

Dorm: Diasomnia

Class: 3-C

Age: 18(ish)

Height: 192 cm w/o horns

Club: Had trouble picking but ended up in the Science Club

Best Subject: Ancient Curses & Practical Magic

Hobbies: Studying magic, reading, fashion

Pet peeves: His wings getting caught on door frames… just build more arched gateways, mortals

Favourite food: The souls of the damned… just kidding, it’s lasagna

Least favourite food: Anything too sweet and tacky

Talent: Getting under people’s skin (without the teachers noticing)

Cheron von Blocksberg, the Prince of Hell, cuts an imposing figure befitting his position. Even if his height doesn’t manage to impress, his leathery wings and the pair of thick horns crowning his head, paired with his sharp claws and fangs, are enough to have people backing away from him. The crimson ends of his dark hair, reminiscent of hell fire, and the blazing intensity of his ruby and golden eyes do not help in making him more approachable. One look at him makes it apparent why he was sorted into the dorm based on the Thorn Fairy’s spirit of nobility.

Coming to Night Raven College is more of an excuse to leave the bleak and lifeless planes of his home. Considering his status, his education growing up was already pretty all encompassing, so his life at NRC is more about entertaining himself by toying with the living souls around him and seeing what he can tempt them into. Cheron’s not exactly hostile but some of their reactions are just so funny, he can’t help himself at times. Before coming to NRC, he wasn’t quite sure how much the living would differ from the damned but it turns out you can talk circles around them all the same; all the better for a silver tongued demon like him.

Unlike others, he doesn’t go around flaunting his power, though he will put people in their place if necessary. Besides, it’s not like he has to go around making people more aware of how threatening he can be; his title, high grades and the gossip going around campus do that for him. Despite his charming and easy-going smile, most people like to keep him at arm’s length, just like his housewarden. However, unlike Malleus, Cheron is actually present around campus and his mood can be rather unpredictable behind that amused expression of his, which makes people as wary of him as of Floyd.

Still, it’s not like he’s completely heartless, putting in some effort, especially for those who’ve earned his respect, and joking around most of the time. No, no, he is taking this seriously, trust him. After all, he is here to meet new people and build connections, and humans fascinate him. In his free time, he’s quite fond of researching old magic and even experimenting with altering and creating new ones. Some students have also reported seeing him pour over fashion magazines or with his nose stuck in a book.

“Hm? Oh you’re the Ramshackle Prefect, aren’t you? I’m Cheron, nice to meet you! Say, you must have some interesting stories to tell, I wouldn’t mind lending you my ear over a coffee some time. Just call me when you’re feeling chatty~”

Relationship with other students:

Riddle - If there’s someone Riddle has to resist collaring as often as Floyd or Ace, it might be Cheron. Sure, in front of the teachers, the prince is a model student; always properly dressed, never late and on top of his coursework. But Riddle knows better. Calling Cheron an angel is like trying to convince him the sky is red. Yet, the Diasomnia student isn’t technically breaking any rules, always operating through some kind of loophole, which frustrates the Heartslabyul housewarden even more. Still, he’ll give credit where credit is due and silently commends his meticulousness and will to study.

Leona - If Leona had horns he could lock, it would probably happen more often than anyone would like. In a way, Cheron ticks him off more than the other lizard by the sole fact he has to see his face more often around campus. While Malleus is annoyingly oblivious at times and many of Leona’s taunts fall on deaf ears, Cheron returns them with interest each time. The lion prince isn’t sure if he prefers that, so he settles for not meeting the Diasomnia student more often than necessary.

Azul - At first Azul thought he might have struck big. Another Diasomnia prince from a distant land? One far off from living society? Perhaps if he was as clueless as Malleus or naïve as Kalim… In his conversation to test the waters, however, the octomer soon learnt he’d get burnt if he tried anything funny and has made a berth around Cheron since. Whenever he sees the demon with one of the tweels, he can feel a headache incoming.

Kalim - Cheron has seen more than enough souls who had to pay the ultimate price for their greed in the end, so when he heard the heir of the Al-Asim family would be joining NRC, he couldn’t help but be sceptical. Yet, he would admit, Kalim surprised him. Despite all of his wealth, greed was one of the least fitting words to describe him and Cheron could respect that. If you could fault Kalim for anything it was his naïveté but that was hardly a sin. So Cheron found himself being much more genuine with the second year than with others, no matter how distrustful Jamil was of him.

Vil - Vil tried not to get ahead of himself when he met Cheron the first time. Sure, he carried himself with grace and elegance befitting his position but he knew from experience with Leona and Malleus, that didn’t have to mean anything. Yet, the blond was positively surprised when Cheron maintained his pristine appearance and showed off his manners. And against all odds, the demon hit it off with Vil surprisingly well after commenting on the magazine the model was studying. Then again, Vil is one of the few people who have earned Cheron’s respect, so maybe it’s not so surprising after all.

Idia - Listen, Cheron gets it. Being from a gloomy environment and expected to take over the family business himself, he can sympathise with Idia, almost to the point of leaving the fellow fiery-haired guy alone. Almost. However, the Ignihyde housewarden is just so much fun to tease. The first time they met, Cheron had to stop himself from grinning too hard as Idia nearly fell over backwards, stammering out an excuse to get away. As one of the first interactions with the living, it had a pretty forming impression on him. Still, he makes sure to cut the poor guy some slack… every now and then.

Malleus - As the heir apparent of Briar Valley and his housewarden, Cheron obviously treats Malleus with respect, though his tone is laced with playful teasing most of the time, which usually results in Sebek popping a vein. Malleus does not pick up on it. People sometimes wonder if Cheron is jealous of the other prince for snatching the housewarden position but those are just rumours. Sure, he doesn’t shy away from metaphorically locking horns with the dragon but being a housewarden sounds like a hassle and Cheron’s not about that. His gargoyle-esque appearance does net him some points with Malleus though, who was terribly disappointed to learn he was, in fact, not a sentient gargoyle.

Jade - Octavinelle’s vice housewarden has always taken to studying the behaviours of those around him, either to learn more about them or to learn from them. In the case of Cheron, it’s both. On one hand, Jade finds great amusement in watching him interact with students around campus, an air of sly aloofness surrounding him. One the other hand, there are so many rumours surrounding him without enough proof to match them, which fascinates Jade the same way a good puzzle would.

Floyd - Putting Cheron and Floyd together can either lead to a catastrophe or… well, a catastrophe. Their moods either clash and they are ready to go at each other’s throats -Cheron hiding it significantly better than Floyd- which spells trouble for those in their vicinity. Or, they get along splendidly, egging each other on and terrorising the poor souls around them. Either way, avoiding them together might be the smartest option.

Trey & Rook - As his clubmates, they regularly interact with Cheron outside of normal classes. And while Trey sometimes still sweats bullets seeing both Rook and Cheron around certain chemicals, he learnt pretty soon after the prince joined the club that he was very well read and much more responsible than the whispers about him would suggest. Rook just holds a general fascination for the demon and enjoys bouncing ideas off each other.

[abroadlifeactually]

How Did I Get Here – Moving Abroad

Where do I begin? I decided to start writing down my thoughts, reflections, and candid stories because I’m at a crossroad, and I’m hoping that writing will lead me to new revelation and help me figure out my new path.

Just to give a little background, I’m a 40 something expat housewife that feels very blessed to be in my position, but it came with its own set of challenges and a lot of change all at once. They say living abroad can be isolating, the same is said about being a new mother. Add both those things together, and you have what I was living.

I am lucky enough to have an amazing loving husband, and the most beautiful joyful child. But, before I became a wife and mother, I “did my thing”. I had a great job in a cool creative industry that people are dying to get into. I traveled around the country, interacting with famous people, staying in 5 star hotels on an expense account. I look back on that life fondly, even though, if I’m being honest, it was also filled with various degrees of sadness off and on, for a variety of reasons. I was confident, fashionable, surrounded by people who loved me, and was able to not only take care of myself, but also save money. At the time, I lived in a tiny apartment in a neighborhood that will probably never be gentrified. It allowed me to get on my feet since starting out in my industry meant low wages, and it was what I could afford. By the time I left I was making very good money, had a stacked 401k and a decent savings. Think off-rack Carrie Bradshaw, from around the way. 

Side bar, the apartment was in a tiny co-op, and my neighbors were all something out of a Tyler Perry movie. There was the old lying gossiping lady who you had to be nice to because she was the unchallenged president of the board of the last decade, and was able to pull strings to get things done for you. The successfully educated woman with the husband with a long criminal past (and at the time present) that made everyone uncomfortable. Two pastors (one of which I got into a cold war with…), and a bunch of families and good hearted people just trying to feed and take care of their families. I’m pretty sure the property management company was robbing us, and when I spoke up and tried to bring attention to it, I was accused of being messy (sigh). There wasn’t enough parking for the amount of cars of the people who lived there. The running joke was, any time a single woman purchased an apartment, it was a matter of time before her boyfriend moved in, adding to the strain on parking. It was a mess, but it was home and I lived there for a decade.

After many years, and I do mean many years of being single (which provides me with a wealth of stories), I finally met my husband. He was my manifestation list come true. I met him on an app…. which back in 2016 was unimaginable to me. I signed up with the encouragement of a friend because I was bored, and tired of traveling to the neighboring state (where I worked) to date what I deemed were men on my same page, so I decided to see who was single in my sleepy area. I found a damn needle in a haystack. I credit my years of dating for giving me the knowledge to know a good thing when I found it, and to push through the self-sabotage to snag him. We dated for 2 years, got engaged, and then had a very small destination wedding. 

With marriage came a lot of change. We were both so used to living alone, that our coupling was a huge adjustment.  We didn’t live together for the first two months of our marriage. One, because of our job locations, and two, because frankly, neither of us was jumping at the idea of giving up our spaces. We just visited each other on the weekends, and talked until we fell asleep every night like high schoolers. We finally moved in together (which is a story in itself), and after 3 1/2 years of marriage, and a baby that we worked really hard to conceive, my husband was offered a position in an Asian country. So while I was on maternity leave, 3 months after the baby was born, we moved, and I became a housewife. 

It’s been a little over a year since we arrived. I feel adjusted to my new surroundings, far far away from my loved ones, but now I’m at a crossroad. I love the privilege I have of being able to be home with my child (although, being a fulltime housewife is the hardest job I have EVER had). I have a part time nanny/housekeeper to help keep me sane, I live in a beautiful apartment overlooking one of the most amazing cities in the world, and I have a husband who happily provides for our family financially, physically and emotionally. But Instead of relishing in all of this, I’m cursed with the burden of constantly worrying about the future and trying to work it out in my head. I cannot stop agonizing about my career and if I will be able to find work with a hole in my resume. I tried to convince last job to let me stay on, but I was a pretty new employee to the company, and they were seriously committing to their return to office ……  I realize that this might be the worst sob store ever…. “poor little rich girl”, but in my defense, this feels like a fun break, and we’ll have to get back to our real lives when we return home. So here I am, trying to figure out what’s next. I absolutely do not want to return to the office after working from home for three years, and now being home for the last 1 ½  with my child. I feel like I’m still recovering from an absolutely horrendous commute I did for YEARS, I shudder when I think about it. While I loved my job while I was doing it, it required a lot of schmoozing and I just don’t have it in me to do that anymore. I’m a private person so it’s not likely that I’ll try to be an influencer, and or do something openly on social media. I started an instagram before I moved thinking I would post about my life here abroad, and quickly realized I lacked the energy for all of that. I don’t want another degree, I already have a masters. We’ll be in this country for the next few years, but I don’t speak the language (it’s written and spoken in characters i’ve never seen before, and can’t even wrap my head around, although I have made an attempt to learn it), so working here is not really possible. It’s also possible that when we leave here, we may move to another country other than home. So what’s next for me? I’m hoping to get a sign that I can’t miss that points me in the right direction, and ideally leads to some sort of an independent career. In the meantime, I’ll continue to pour into my little sunbeam, and jot my thoughts and experiences here. 

[alittlebitofloveliness]

To cope cause this week has not been a vibe, which outsiders character could you picture going through something like this?

I remember when I was really little I use to love wearing dresses and anything pink and girly. I loved to feel like a princess, but then I got a bit older and suddenly being girly was seen as silly and like weak?

The girls around me dressed more tomboyish and some of my friends closer to me would hang out with boys more and play sports. I didn't mind that of course but I felt out of place. Because it became VERY clear to me that a lot of people view being overly girly as weak or silly.

I think I internalized this HEAVILY because at a certain point I hated wearing dresses or anything overly girly. I stuck with alot of t-shirt and jeans after that and tried to act more boyish. Which backfired because then the boys thought I was weird and looked too much like a boy. And now I'm…I’m trying to get wear dresses and skirts again. But l'm scared that I separated myself from being girly and feminine to the point that I don’t know how to act like a girl again. Which kind of makes me sad, because I’m just reminded of that ten year old girl that I was who loved being girly, and wanted to look like a Disney princess.

Oh anon I wanna give you the absolute biggest big sister bear hug right now, you have no idea. I feel like this is something every little girl goes through to a point? I definitely did, I spent my whole childhood loving beatiful sparkly things, and all of middle school trying to prove I didn't. I think its part of the 'I'm not silly/shallow/foolish like other girls please take me seriously as a human' internalized misogyny thing that just about every girl goes through at some point, but it really sucks because obviously theres nothing wrong with liking feminine things and liking feminine things does not prevent women from being intelligent, full human beings deserving of respect, but shit the patriarchy goes hard and so many women have this phase. I'm so grateful that I worked to kind of unlearn that as best I could in high school because I really do love wearing dresses and doing my makeup and all my sparkly things and I was unhappy when I felt like i couldn't. Anyway, this is just a really long winded way of saying i totally understand where this is coming from, and also that being girly and liking stereotypically feminine things is not what MAKES someone a girl, and you're not failing at being one if you genuinely don't like dresses and makeup, but if you DO and you're struggling to embrace wearing them again (which it sounds like you are) that that's okay too because in time it will feel natural again, and you'll feel pretty and live your best disney princess dreams. (also if you ever need someone to hype you up or want makeup tips or anything I'm totally here for you! i ADORE fashion and playing with different styles and I have PERFECTED the bold red lip to the point its something I'm kind of known for on my uni campus, and basically I think i can help you learn to be excited about girly things again if you want to be).

ANYWAY, now i'm done yapping about that I can talk about which outsiders characters I think would struggle with this and (while I might get hate for it) I think SANDY definitely went through this phase. I see her as a character who has always felt powerless so she resorts to trying to take any power she could. As a lower class woman in the sixties, that would be hard for her to come by, so I think she'd try to reject femininity and all that womanhood entails for a while. Maybe her dad always treated her brothers better than he treated her so she always wanted to be more like them, or maybe when she struggled to make friends with the girls at school she turned to acting/dressing tomboyish to try and make friends with the boys.

Another one I could see with this same issue would be Susie Mathews. I think with a brother like Two-bit, who she loves but also sees and hears joking about and objectifying women, Susie would want to be nothing like the 'dumb blondes' her older brother is known for pursuing. I could also see her mother making comments here and there about the young women at the bar she works at so Susie might have also internalized that slut shaming mentality and dressed in more boyish attire so she wouldn't be seen as 'one of those girls'

Hope this was helpful and at least semi coherent I am running on very little sleep.

Thanks for the ask xx

[casp1an-sea]

MY HCs OF PRINCE RIEL’S SIBLINGS

Picrew is not mine: sushicore!

Atlas: Based on Attina

Male, He/him

(29)Atlas is the heir to the throne of the Coralsea so he’s never left the Coralsea. He has an Orangey-Red tail and orange fins. He’s the oldest most mature and kind of a mom for all the siblings.

Antoinette: Based on Alana

Female, She/Her

(26)Antoinette also lives in the Coralsea and has never left. She has a knack for fashion and always puts in great care to looking her best. She has a purple tail and pink fins.

Allegra: Based on Adella

Female, She/Her

Age: 24

Height: 5’8”/173 cm

Birthday: July 2nd (Cancer)

Likes: scrapbooking about attractive land dwellers

Dislikes: not getting to finish her dreams or her day dreams being interrupted

Favorite Food: Sashimi

Least Favorite Food: Clam Chowder

Talent: match making (self proclaimed)

Allegra decided to go to land after graduating from school she got a job cohosting for reality shows on the TV show network “Once Upon A Dream” so she’s somewhat of a celebrity. She has a crush on her costar Alceé Bordelon. She’s bubbly and outgoing totally obsessed with romance. She’s a hopeless romantic. Her hair is naturally curly. She has a yellow tail. Her favorite color is lime green.

Aaliyah: Based on Aquata

Female, She/Her

(20) She is recently graduated from RSA. She’s doing a part time teaching job there while she figures out what she wants to do in life. She’s quite shy and sweet. She likes staying in and reading books. She secretly likes going out and dancing but she’s notably very bad at it even in the water. She’s quite close to her younger brother. She still sleeps with her pink stuffed seahorse Mr. Fuzzyfinkel (when alabaster doesn’t steal it) she has a blue tail.

Alabaster: Based on Arista

Trans Male, He/him

(disclaimer I have an Alabaster bias because Arista is my fav and I also played her in a musical 👉👈)

(19)Alabaster is a Seinor at RSA he’s adventurous and silly, and he loves music. He’s very similar in personality to Riel but he doesn’t get away with as much because he’s not his dad’s favorite and he’s kind of intimidated by him. He breaks the rules when he thinks he can, but at the same time, is very anxious about it. When he came to RSA he wanted to learn a whole bunch of instruments and is currently working on the saxophone. He’s very close with Aaliyah and is constantly stealing her stuff much to her frustration. He’s also really the only sibling Reil hangs around. Riel hangs out more with his friends than his siblings. He has a red tail and rose colored fins.

Aria: Based on Andrina

(FYI I am the head of the Aria hate club so you are very welcome and expected to hate her)

Female, She/Her

(18) Aria is a Junior. She tried to get into both RSA and NRC but didn’t make it into either so she goes to Somercrest Academy instead. She was one of Azul’s Bullies through Elementary and Middle school. Still picks at him if they ever cross paths. She also is obsessed with Floyd and Quite in love with him. He despises her. In middle school she made a deal to give up her good voice to Azul in exchange for a pretty fin to impress a boy. After the contracts were sanded in book 3 she likewise got her voice and old fin back. She’s also a total gossip and kinda sucks at magic.

she doesn’t really have a reason for bullying people, other than she can. As a princess, she feels really entitled, and it really gets to her head.

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as you can see, some of them are far more flushed out than others. You’re welcome to suggest things to me for ones that aren’t complete, which is basically all of them, except for Allegra cause I used her in a story lol

Reply if your part of the Aria hate club <3

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[sunbleachcdflies]

about me ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

my name is jade, im 21 years old and go by she/her pronouns and im bisexual (/questioning?), white, leo sun aries rising scorpio moon, infp, eastern timezone ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪

my media/famous interests are: jamie campbell bower, ethel cain, cillian murphy, chappell roan, taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, one direction, the sturniolo triplets, kit connor, bts, ateez, noah kahan, djo, the last dinner party, boygenius, renee rapp, ayo edebiri, drew starkey, lola tung, sadie sink, madelyn cline, finn wittrock, muna

stranger things, derry girls, succession, heartstopper, outerbanks (obx), the vampire diaries, criminal minds, sex and the city, the bear, peaky blinders, gossip girl, greys anatomy, one tree hill, the sex lives of college girls, shameless, gilmore girls, new girl, a discovery of witches, one day, bridgerton, sweet magnolias, the summer i turned pretty

favorite book: normal people, sally rooney | cr: the way i used to be, amber smith

other interests: colors green and pink, blueberry flavored things, the ocean, reading, songs that make you feel like you’re in a movie, photography, coffee, musicals, decorating, fashion, snoopy, the lake, spending time with people i love, cleaning, spring and summer, coloring, chocolates, sour candy, making people laugh, dogs (especially mine), gift giving (+ so much more)

follow me if we have the same interests or anything pls i love connecting with new people! also feel free to message me or send anything into my inbox!

about this blog ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

18+ for mine and others safety and comfortability, here to reblog, rant, write, read, make connections and have a good time! i used to write on wattpad back in the day (i feel old) and want to get back into it.

starting off with small blurbs and headcanons and things like that! eventually want to start getting back into writing full fics!

who i’ll write for right now: jamie campbell bower (no characters), cillian murphy (+ tommy shelby, maybe), drew starkey (+ rafe cameron), & kit connor! i want to keep the list small for now <3 im very comfortable writing smut and would love to get requests in my inbox!

[cousmemes]

dialogue starters from DOCTOR WHO SEASON 8. feel free to edit for context / continues under the cut.

"I'll wager you've not seen anything like this before."

"Listen to me. You need to calm down."

"I'm not flirting, by the way."

"What have I done wrong?"

"Are you judging me?"

"Just because my pretty face has turned your head, do not assume that I am so easily distracted."

"Whatever it takes, I will keep you safe. You will be at home again."

"I'm cold. There's no point in us both being cold. Give me your coat."

"Are you cross with me?"

"You were talking about me?"

"What is happening right now to you and me is more important than your egomania."

"Nothing is more important than my egomania."

"You've redecorated. I don't like it."

"You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like?"

"I was being funny. I just do that."

"How long have you been there?"

"Are you going to look that terrified when you take me out for a drink?"

"You were smiling at nothing. I'd almost say you were in love."

"I need you."

"An anti-climax once in a while is good for my heart."

"We cannot waste this chance. It won't come again."

"Isn't the universe beautiful?"

"I think you're probably nice. Underneath it all, I think you're kind and you're definitely brave. I just wish you hadn't been a soldier."

"I don't know if you're a good man. But I think you try to be and I think that's probably the point."

"Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned storybooks."

"Do people ever punch you in the face when you do that?"

"Well then, draw your sword and prove your words."

"People are so much better at sharing information if they think the other person has already got it."

"Right, you do that again and you'll regret that."

"We can't just let them kill him!"

"She should not have told you any of that."

"Perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories never end."

"I wasn't making assumptions about you."

"You just have to squeeze through."

"How did you get in?"

"You know, you should have more than one chair. What do you do when people come round?"

"The deep and lovely dark. We'd never see the stars without it."

"I mouth off when I'm nervous and I've got a mouth on me. Seriously, it's got a mind of its own."

"Tell me the truth - because I know when people are lying to me."

"I am not going to leave you in danger!"

"Sorry, who put you in charge?"

"However this goes, whatever happens, don't let me end up like that."

"They have no power over you now. You can do exactly what you want to do now. Exactly what you've always wanted to do."

"Go and enjoy yourself. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"There's no way out of this. We're going to die here."

"Why are you being nice?"

"Every time I see you, it's like you're in a rush."

"The next few days are all about you. I promise."

"Human beings have incredibly short life spans. Frankly, you should all be in a permanent state of panic."

"How can you think that I'm her dad when we both look exactly the same age?"

"He's my boyfriend. I thought you'd figured this out."

"Why wouldn't I be okay? I was fine till you blundered in."

"It's funny, you only really know what someone thinks of you when you know what lies they've told you."

"Please, tell me how I fix this."

"I'm bored. Let's go somewhere fun. What do you say?"

"I know men like him. I've served under them. They push you and make you stronger, till you're doing things you never thought you could."

"Is there some sort of fancy dress thing on this evening?"

"I am so sorry. I've had a wobble. It's a big wobble, but it's fine. Forget about it."

"Where are you and are you in trouble?"

"Lying is a vital survival skill. And a terrible habit."

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?"

"We're in the bad news! I'm living the bad news!"

"Why can't you just say it? Why can't you just say I did good?"

"You are enjoying this just a little bit too much."

"Don't make me say it."

"I don't want to be the last of my kind."

"I don't want to see more things. I want to see the things in front of me more clearly."

"I just want to know the truth. I don't care what it is. I just want to know it."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up. I need to talk to you."

"Oh, everything is better when you're here."

"Please speak to me. This is - this is killing me.

"I love you. And you are the last person who's ever going to hear me say that."

"By now, I'm sure you've heard the rumours, and it is with great sadness that I must confirm them to be true."

"He was alive, and then he was dead and it was nothing."

"Don't. Be very, very careful with that."

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to take control."

"I am in control. Do as you are told."

"I was curious about how far you would go."

"You betrayed me. Betrayed my trust, you betrayed our friendship, you betrayed everything that I've ever stood for."

"Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?"

"Speak for me again, I'll detach something from you."

"This isn't possible. The dead don't come back."

"Be strong, even if it breaks your heart."

"Say something only you could say. Tell me something only you would know."

"Whatever it takes, I will be with you again, I swear."

"So you know who I am, right?"

"Look, are you going to help me? Because I can't do this alone."

"And didn't all of those beautiful speeches just disappear in the face of a tactical advantage?"

"I wasn't very good at it, but I did love you."

"There's something that I have to tell you and, er, it's not good news so just - just listen, okay?"

"Never trust a hug. It's just a way to hide your face."

"Thank you for making me feel special."

[ladyjaneasherr]

Jane Asher portraits featured in May 21st 1966 issue of woman. Shared by kimmclagan on here. My editions and enhancement of each picture for better quality! 🩷

She shrugs off her fume with an air of "Who's Jane Asher, for goodness sake?" The red-head, with Paul McCartney in her hair, talks about everything but you-know-who!

Plain unassuming-that's Jane. By Helen Speed

The trouble with being Jane Asher can be summed up in two words: Paul McCartney. To bring up his name, which people do constantly, is enough to make her about-turn, small face closed. "It's such a drag," she told me. "How would you feel if complete strangers asked you personal questions about the man in your life? It makes us laugh, really it does! It's nobody's business but ours. Nobody's. It's entirely between Paul and me."

Well, that suited me, because when I went to her London home, it was to talk to Jane Asher about Jane Asher and in no time we had dispensed with the Beatle bit. The truth is that Miss Asher has an acting career that's a go-go-going concern and she just doesn't need to use anybody's name to get attention.

I could tell that she'd be the last person to want to swing on someone else's star. In Alfie, which is Jane's latest feature film, she plays a provincial girl who comes into the life of a wolf-about-town, sweetens his souring world and moves out of it again, as gently as she arrived. What struck me on meeting her is that the real Jane has the same unassuming nature; in conversation she tends to “knock Jane" and there's no false modesty about it, no fishing for a complimentary contradiction from you. This quality is one which Paul McCartney must recognize in her in young actresses it's pretty rare!

Twenty year old Jane Asher lives with her family, her father is a doctor and their town house tiers above his ground floor offices in Wimpole Street, W.t. It's a house with four storeys, a busy telephone, and hard-worked stair carpeting. That rainy morning, I was shown up to the sitting-room on the second floor. Jane rose from a sofa in front of the window and shook hands. "Let's have your wet coat," she said, draping it over a chair to dry and ushering me into a comfy, fireside chair with two cushions. "I've just made coffee."

She dropped to her knees at the coffee table. A tray was all prepared and the Asher cups were those large blue and white striped ones. The room was warm, although the logs in the fireplace were unlit. They had been given a dash of colour: piled on top, upside-down and empty, were brilliant enamel pots and pans, all flame red. Jane's idea.

"This room is the hub of the house," she remarked. "You're seeing it at a quiet time. Mother is out. Father is working, and my sister Clare is at school." Mrs. Asher is a Professor at the Royal Academy of Music, and Clare, who is two years younger than Jane, hopes to make the grade as a geography teacher. Big brother Peter, the Asher half of the pop-singing pair, Peter and Gordon, was missing, too.

"I met him on the stairs ten minutes ago," explained Jane. "He was off to a Ready, Steady, Gol rehearsal, so I must remember to switch on tonight. Peter is very frank about what I do, which I like."

The Asher children have always been good friends, although Jane and Clare do have the occasional sisterly squabble. "Nothing serious," Jane assured me. "We share what clothes we can sweaters and blouses, not dresses and coats. Mine are too short for Clare. She's just a bit taller." Jane labels her own taste in clothes "not very modern": she isn't one to haunt the boutiques for gimmick gear.

"I go for feminine things, no matter how boyish current fashions may be." She rose to refill our cups. "I hope it's all right," she said anxiously.

"Mother is the coffee expert in this house. I'm really keen on the pure ground stuff, but I must admit most of the time I use the instant kind.

I'd like to get one of those push-button grinders like they had in The Ipcress File. I just have an old windy-windy one."

Given the chance she'll spend hours in the kitchen, alone with a transistor radio. "I love cooking, really love it," she enthused. "I nearly did the Cordon Bleu course when I was seventeen, but it would have been like going to school for a term and it was expensive. Instead, I went to a London County Council night-school, about seven-and-six a term, and you could bring home the things you cooked! There were millions in our class, of course, but it was very good.

I learned about stuffed marrows and how to do pastry properly."

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A Naughty Bunny

WLW Naga x Bunny with BDSM, bratting, and other kinks

Please give me feedback, I haven't posted my writing before.

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Cottie had worked at Paradise for a while now, though it wasn't the first bunny-bar she'd worked at.  Most of them were pretty much the same.  Bunny girls were given skimpy outfits and told to serve drinks and snacks to the various clients that came for whatever show the club put on.  Paradise was different in two ways from the other places Cottie had worked: first, the clients tended to be a little more polite and asked before they put their hands on the bunnies.  The second was the type of shows that came to the big stage.

Tonight, the iron bars and loops at the edge of the stage were bound with the webs of the drider domme that was performing. She was large and dark gray, with black markings on her abdomen and on her knees;  The black leather harness she wore around her chest accented the gray as well as her musculature.  She had a devilish look on her face, small bits of bun escaping as she focused on the bunny caught in the center of her web.

Bound in the gossamer threads as she was, she held the attention of almost all the guests that evening.  Her arms had been tied upwards, and she tried to use those bindings to squirm away from the sensations below.  She was seated in the web so that her legs spread wide, leaving her cute little pussy on perfect display, dripping onto the stage below.  Earlier, the drider had pushed a vibrator into her cunt, and when she had finally calmed down from the stimulation of the stretch, she revealed the remote with a flourish for the audience before turning it on.  Every so often afterwards, she would  stop what she was doing to increase the speed until the bunny was screaming, before turning it back down to practically nothing.

Cottie forgot her name, maybe an Elizabeth or an Alexandra, but she was one of those picture perfect bunny hybrids; soft blonde hair, pretty features, and big blue eyes.  She also had the temperment everyone expected of bunnies.  With nothing more than a look she'd be down on her knees beginning to be filled.  It was no wonder tonight’s performer had requested her to be her partner for the show.  Almost none of the performers came with a sub, instead they would ask one of the bunnies on staff for the evening to join them and the bunnies would almost always agree; not only did they get to not serve patrons for the evening, but they also got a portion of the tips from the performance.

Part of Cottie was grateful she'd never been requested as a partner for the stage shows; another part of her was not.  She never really wanted to put on a show or be in public.  Even her job sometimes skirted the line of too many people watching her.  On the other hand it was just more proof she wasn't the type of bunny people really wanted.  She didn't want to just fall over for anyone.  If this job had taught her anything, it was that there were a lot of assholes that thought they were either god’s gift to women or that a bunny would fuck anything, or both.  Cottie wanted someone who had actual skill and wasn’t going to balk when she fought back a little.

A look of bliss came over Elizabeth-Alexandra as her eyes crossed and the drider turned the vibrator up again.  She had each of her six spider legs on the web as well as both hands, to feel the vain struggles of the bunny at her mercy.

“Old fashioned for booth three” Arin said, breaking her from her stupor.  Arin was the elf bartender and one of Cottie’s nicer coworkers.  He was ace as hell, making him perfect to keep an eye on the room when all eyes were on the stage, and preventing him from caring about the preconceived notions people had about any of the species’ sex lives.  The bar was at the center back of the room, with half a dozen booths on either side for people who wanted a bit more privacy than the tables on the floor could provide.  Some had tables in them like normal restaurant booths, others were fully lined with cushions for guests to stretch out on.  “You’ve been more out of it than normal,” he placed the drink on her tray “you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah I’m just…” Cottie made a non-committal hand motion “‘fine.”  Before Arin could open his mouth to try to say more, she crossed in front of the bar to the other side of the room towards booth three and walked as quickly as she could away from what promised to be a depressing conversation about her lack of friends and fulfilling partners.

Luckily the tables towards the back were not filled, so there was no one to try to demand her attention or trip over with her giant heels on her way to the booth.  She hadn’t been on this side of the room much, it was Stacy’s section tonight, but a look to one of the tables not far to her left showed Stacy was earning her own tips.  None of the bunnies had to do anything they didn't want to, but most of them knew what their clients wanted to see, hear, and touch to get the best tips.

Cottie never made quite as much as her coworkers in tips, but she wasn't surprised.  What did surprise her was the guest in booth three.

Lounged in the violet cushions of her booth was a gorgeous naga woman.  Her tail was thick and shined in a deep emerald color.  She wore a shirt like a blazer with nothing on underneath; she was fairly flat chested like most naga, but the blazer accentuated her shoulders and nipped in at her waist before swelling out into her muscular tail.  She had a smirk on her lips that let one of her fangs peek out and Cottie realized it was probably because she had been staring.

“Old fashioned” She stammered out as she handed the drink over.  Without breaking eye contact, the naga reached her hand out and dragged her long, sharp nails down Cottie’s arm, from elbow to wrist, before gently taking the glass from her hand.

“Thank you, pet”  Her were glimmering pools of deep green, and Cottie felt more trapped than she would have if she had also been on stage that night.

“Of course, Ma’am. Can I get you anything else?” Cottie coughed and tried to regain her composure. 

“You can call me Tazana,” she took a sip from her drink  “or Mistress.”  She gave another dark smile as her eyes wandered up and down Cottie’s outfit. “And I am sure there are many things you could give me tonight.”

Cottie knew from experience that just because they looked the part, didn't mean someone knew what they were doing.  Even if that look made her tail twitch with anticipation.  

And she probably didn’t want a bunny like her.

“I can bring you a menu if you’d like Ma’am, but I’m afraid all we have left this evening are the fruit plates”  Cottie tried to cover her sneer with her best customer service smile.  She had felt bad enough tonight, but now this woman had gotten her just turned on enough that she couldn’t fully ignore it and she knew she wouldn’t get the kind of satisfaction she wanted, that she hadn’t had any person able to give her.

An excited light came to Tazana’s eyes. “You don’t give anything do you?”  Cottie felt something at her ankle and when she looked down she saw the very tip of Tazana’s tail had wrapped itself around her.  “A friend of mine recommended this place; told me that the bunnies would give me anything I wanted.  I’ll be honest,“ she said, her low alto getting deeper, “ I don't really like to be given things.  I want to take.``

Cottie didn’t notice the woman slowly getting closer and closer until they were practically sharing the same air.

“Do you want to be taken?”

—-------

Tazana waited the rest of the night for the adorable little bunny to finish her shift.  She hadn’t accepted Tazana’s earlier offer, but neither had she declined it.  It seemed she hadn't noticed how far in she was drawn until the last second.  Then she squeaked in that high soft pitch that only bunnies could seem to do and rushed back over to the bar. For the rest of the night, she threw a mixture of annoyed and wanting glaces into Tazana’s booth.

It had been so long since Tazana had gone out to a show.  Most of the time, they would simply leave her wanting; she wanted to feel a submissive under her own claws, punish and reward them, hear them scream for her, so going home to her nest by herself afterwards was disappointing at best.

She was glad Anremha had convinced her to come watch the show; the drider was doing a fantastic job with the bunny on the stage, though they were beginning to finish up now.  The bliss on the bunny’s face made her hope that she had found her own.  She hadn’t lied to the cute little server, she didn’t want any easy little pet that would bend over and give her whatever she asked for.  Tazana always relished the chase and the struggle the most, though a look like that of the bunny on the stage was certainly the end goal still.

The server bunny had captured her attention immediately.  She wasn’t overly sweet or nice to patrons the way the other bunny servers were; she did her job and was polite, but she didn't lean all over them and giggle at all their jokes.  Her hair was a dull brown, but her ears had white spots, and her tail was a mixture of both.  Coloration like that wasn’t favored among many, but it seemed much more interesting to Tazana than the popular plain white or black.  She seemed to be avoiding Tazana now.  She would look longingly for long moments, and when she realized what she was doing would scowl and sometimes even thump a foot.  The naga just sat back and watched.  At the end of the night she would see if the bunny wanted to be taken or if she was going to deny both of them.

Last call rang out shortly after Anremha and her bunny made their way off the stage and Tazana realized she hadn't finished even half of her drink.  She had spent all of her evening watching her bunny flit to and fro.  Said bunny was finally approaching her again.

“Can I take your glass if you are finished?” it was a perfectly practiced polite tone, but she would not look Tazana in the eyes.

“May I have your name?”  If the little bunny wouldn’t come home with her that night, Tazana would have to come back and nurse a $25 drink every night until she either came willingly or fully told her to leave. 

She finally met her eyes, and her nose twitched quickly.  “Is that what you want in exchange?”  Without breaking the precious eye contact, Tazana set the glass gently on the tray filled with other half empty glasses.  The bunny’s eyes flicked to her hand, and followed its path away from the tray, without so much a twitch in her direction, and she seemed disappointed.  Tazana smirked.

“You only get the things you ask for, I’ve found, and you have to start at the beginning.  I want to take a cute bunny, so I start by asking her name.”

“And if she says no?”

“‘Cinnamon’ tends to work better, but if you say no to me now I suppose I’ll have to simply enjoy the view for the last fifteen minutes before the bar closes and go home alone.” Tazana really didn't want that to happen.  She wanted to see what shades of pink and red the little bit of ass hanging out of the bunny’s costume would turn when she took a paddle to it.

With a glance behind her to the bar where some of the other bunnies were gathering dishes under the watchful eye of the elf bartender, the bunny bit her lip “and what if, half way through, you decide you don't want the bunny anymore?”

“What makes you think that?”  The naga’s coils writhed slowly; her bunny was upset, she could smell it when she scented the air.

“What if she isn’t soft like the other bunnies?” she turned her head now to look Tazana in the eyes again, eyes starting to fill with angry tears “What if she argues, she fights, wants you to hurt her?”  She sniffed, “Cottie isn’t some easy sub you can gently finger-fuck and call it a night with” and turned to run back to the bar but was stopped by Tazana’s hand on her arm.

Even at only a part of her full height, Tazana had to look down on her bunny.  The end of her tail started to curl around her ankles again “Cottie sounds like exactly the bunny I’ve been looking for'' Tazana had to stop herself from fully enveloping the bunny in her coils “Maybe I’ll hunt her down and tie her up, spank her just the way she needs.  Stuff her own soaked panties in her mouth when she tries to tell me she doesn’t want it.”  She searched the bunny’s gaze, which turned from  upset to aroused in step with her scent.  “Where do you think I could find her?”

“Maybe outside? Around thirty minutes after the bar closes?”  There was some hope in her eyes now.

“Remember,” Tazana breathed in her ear, “say ‘cinnamon’ and it all stops.”  she released her bunny’s feet and slithered around her. “Maybe I’ll find a bunny outside then” she said over her shoulder, and continued to the front door.

—-------

After waffling about it for entirely too long and making the other bunnies laugh at her, Cottie ended up changing out of her work ‘uniform’ and back into her shorts and tee-shirt.  Usually, she would throw a coat over whatever she had worn for work and not worry about it for her short drive home, but she didn’t want to make it too easy for the naga woman, Tazana, to get to her.  After enough failed relationships, Cottie knew what most of these were like.  They said they wanted someone to fight them, but they didn’t really.  Once she put up half a fight they would get this look in their eye.  They still wanted to fuck her, so they’d keep going, but they didnt want to play the same game.  They wanted her to lie back and scream, but they didn’t want to make her.  This one was probably the same, and the night would end before it really even began. She was almost surprised when Tazana was actually waiting outside.

“I seem to have found myself a bunny” the edge of her smirk gave just a hint of a long fang, “tell me bunny, are you still interested in continuing the evening?”

“Maybe” Cottie lied.  Tazana had raised to what would be her full height, and she was almost two heads taller than her.  She had known she was taller in the bar but she hadn't realized just how much. “But maybe it's just as easy to go home to my vibe and the internet.  Probably just as satisfying.”

The smirk on Tazana’s face dropped, and she leaned in to stare Cottie down.  After a few seconds where she seemed to wait for something, a spark lit in her eyes.  “Is that what you want? A vibrator and some shitty pornography?” it was half a whisper and half a hiss. “I can make that happen if you want to ask nicely, but since you don't seem to have any manners I think tonight I might give you a refresher on them, hmm?  I think the first lesson will be an easy one for you.”  she shifted back out of Cottie’s suddenly very pink face. “Ask your mistress nicely for the privilege of a lesson.”

“Fuck you.”

“Tisk tisk, little pet,” Tazana looped around her with the kind of grace that seems as easy as breathing for giant nagas, dragging her nail occasionally across her bare flesh, “You are already going to get a lesson, don’t make it a punishment too, don’t write a check your ass can't cash.  Literally.” She spoke the last word directly into Cottie’s ear.

Cottie swallowed hard and tried to ignore that in five minutes this woman had gotten her wetter than all previous partners combined.  The naga could definitely tell based on the way her forked tongue had started to flick out every so often.  “I think  you also promised a chase, mistress.” she tried to hold a petulant tone but it definitely fell flat.

Tazana looked around the parking lot which while mostly empty, still had some stragglers.  “This is not quite the court for such a thing, pet, but you are right, I did promise.  Allow me to bring you someplace where such a sport will not cause us to be interrupted. But first,” she turned back to Cottie with a knowing look.

Her face beet red, Cottie looked Tazana in the eye.

“Please.”

—-------

Tazana was beyond delighted at the bunny she had found.  Just the smallest taste of her in the parking lot was enough for her to know she wanted to keep this bunny around for a good long while.  As Tazana had taken a cab to the club, they took Cottie’s car.  Tazana’s house at the edge of town, and they gave the address to the elf bartender who had apparently waited for them to finish their negotiations before leaving himself.  As it was a smaller car Tazana was mostly coiled in the back seat, though she had made sure the very end of her tail had made its way to the front so she could run the end along Cottie’s bare leg or arm occasionally while she drove.  

As they pulled into the drive she directed the bunny to park in front of the garage at the side of the white brick gregorian.  After extracting herself from the car, Tazana took Cottie’s bag and led her to the back gate.

The backyard was filled with geometric box hedges leading in various maze-like paths to a gazebo situated at the very back of the property by a pond. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Cottie’s nose twitching, likely from the low white clover that replaced the grass and the stone paths that used to be in the backyard.  Tazana dropped the bag by the backdoor to the house and turned to Cottie. “To be clear, the edge of the property does border the Alder Pack’s territory, so you should not pass the fenceline.  They play a much less fun game with an intruding bunny.”  Cottie nodded as she looked around what was probably an acre of hedges and bushes.  Slowly she slipped her flats off and set them neatly by her bag at the door.  Tazana appreciated the gesture, though it was probably more so the bunny could feel the clover between her toes than to prevent her from tracking gravel into the yard.

“Does it meet your expectations, little bunny?  Have I made good on my promise?”

“No” Cottie took a few steps into the grass.  “You promised a chase” and with that she shot off down the lines of the maze.

Tazana’s laugh took her by surprise as she chased after the bunny.  Cottie was faster, but Tazana had planted and trimmed these hedges herself.  She knew the layout better than anyone.  And soon she had cornered her prey in a dead end where the hedges were particularly thick.  Cottie froze like most prey, but surprised Tazana when she thumped at her.  As she took a second to make sure the bunny was not safewording, Cottie took her chance and dashed around her.  The second time around, the trick didn't work and Tazana quickly looped herself around the bunny, not quite touching her, but keeping her right where she had been caught.

“You have been caught, little pet.”  She traced two claws down Cotties chin.  “It is now time for the lesson.”

“Not yet!” Cottie tried to jump out of the loose loops of her tail, but before she made it more than a few inches, Tazana had wrapped an arm around her waist and threw her over her shoulder.  She started slinking over to the back door of the house, intent on bringing her prize to the playroom.  Cottie squirmed on her shoulder, doing her best to get out of her hold, but she was no match for Tazana’s strength, and her struggle came to an abrupt stop when Tazana’s palm landed against her ass, hard.

“That's enough of that pet. You’re lucky I've not got a leash or I'd make you walk to your punishment rather than give you the easy road of being carried.”

“Punishment? I thought you were going to give me a lesson on manners”  Cottie was out of breath but still seemed eager to sass her mistress.  “And who says I would walk to -” she let out another yelp as Tazana’s hand came down again in quick succession three times.

“You will get your lesson pet, you did ask nicely.  But you have also misbehaved and been disrespectful to your mistress.  I warned you not to go further, but that does not absolve you of the offenses you have already committed.”

—-------

The playroom Tazana brought Cottie to was deceptively simple she could tell.  There was one large square mattress in the center of the floor, surrounded by loops at strategic places surrounding it.  There was a closet on one side, the hook in the ceiling in the corner and a wardrobe and bench on the other.  A rolling cart was next to the bench.

She really hoped Tazana was planning on bending her over that.  The spanks she had given on the way up to the house had left her ass still warm, and she wanted to see if she would actually let loose on her the way she promised.  Judging by the Naga’s smile from noticing her staring at it, she might be planning on it.

Pulling on all the tricks the other bunnies at the bar had tried to teach her over the years, Cottie ran her hands up her thighs, whipping her sweaty palms off on her shorts and continued up to grab the edge of her shirt.  With a little shimmy it was off, and she watched as the naga’s slit pupils dilated, taking in her chest.  While Cottie wasn’t super well endowed, she wasn’t fully flat chested either.  And she hadn’t put her bralette back out before she left the club.  Her shorts dropped right after, leaving her in just her soaked panties.

“Gorgeous” The naga breathed as she slowly looped around Cottie.  Coming back around to her front, Tazana slid her hands up Cottie’s face and caught her eyes in that hypnotic green hold again.  “Before we begin again, tell me, what word stops it all?”

Cottie rolled her eyes, “Cinnamon”.

“It’s important, bunny, because once I start, that is the only way for it to stop if it gets too much.  You can beg, you can scream, and I hope you fight, but if you need to stop, that is the only thing that will do it.”

Cottie nodded after the gentle chastising.

“Ok, my pet, why don't you get acquainted with the bench, and I’ll grab some toys for your punishment, hmm? Business before pleasure you know.”

With Tazana’s back turned, Cottie was interested to see if this mistress ment it.  The bench was the kind with a narrow top portion and a lower support on either side for her to rest her forearms and knees. Running her hand along the smooth leather, she didn’t bend over.  Instead, she threw one leg over it and sat astride the bench.  The lower supports under her knees gave her perfect leverage to roll her hips against the bench, giving her a little, if unsatisfying, pressure on her clit.

When Tazana turned back around from the wardrobe, toys in hand, her eyes narrowed at the bunny.  “I’m acquainting myself, mistress.”  she sighed, putting on a show, “It’s not the kind of acquaintance I was hoping for.”

Before Cottie could continue her act, Tazana’s hand struck out and grabbed a fistfull of her hair, thankfully missing her ears.  Before her yelp had even left her mouth, Tazana had used her grip to pull her forward and bend her over so her face was right at the edge of the bench.

“What am I going to do with you, pet?”  The calm tone she used was deceiving.  With her other hand, Tazana opened one of the nipple clamps she had grabbed and set on the cart next to the bench and opened it in front of Cottie’s face.  She slowly dragged the cold metal down her cheek and over to where her left tit spilled over the side of the benchtop.  She swirled it around before putting on Cottie’s peaked nipple.  She ignored Cotties gasp.  “I think you just need someone to actually show you how to behave, and what the consequences are for misbehavior.” Tazana tugged on the chain connected to the clamp to get Cottie to gasp again, then hooked it on a loop on the bench.  She grabbed a second clamp.  “First you need to know the consequences, then, maybe, the rewards.”  She didn’t draw out putting the second clamp on, or hooking it to the bench as well.  There was enough give in the chains for Cottie to pick up her head and face one side of the bench or the other, but not much else.

“Do your worst.”

The laughter Tazana let out sent chills down Cottie’s spine.  Tazana slid out of view behind her and before the bunny could taunt her mistress a second time,she pulled her just slightly back to bring her ass to the edge of the bench.  It gave a little tug once more to Cottie’s tits before she settled where the chains wouldn’t pull.

“Oh little pet, you did ask for it, remember.”  Tazana grabbed the top hem of her panties and pulled them up, drawing the fabric hard against Cottie’s sensitive pussy and bearing her ass cheeks to the room.  Keeping a solid hold, the naga started spanking her.  She started slow, but with hard hits that kept Cottie gasping, but occasionally interspersed them with quick sharp spanks.  “Oh does that get my little pet all horny? Not much of a punishment if the little slut enjoys it.” she cooed before dragging her claws up one side and down the other hard enough to leave thin lines in their wake.

Before Cottie could come up with some sort of taunt in response, she heard the loud crack of a paddle meeting flesh, and a second later felt what was definitely a textured paddle land on her left ass cheek.  She gave a shout, and a second hit landed on the other cheek.  Before long, Cottie was practically screaming as the paddle came down again and again on her ass and thighs.  Everytime she jerked, she would pull on the clamps, and everytime she tried to press into the bench away from the paddle, Tazana would yank her up by her panties again, holding her in place.

“Please please please,” she realized she was begging, which cut off into a high pitched squeak when instead of another hit, she got a sharp pinch to her sore and undoubtedly bright red ass.

“Please what?” Tazana leaned around to bring her face near the bunny, but Cottie had lost all thought.  This was the ass beating she always dreamed of.  She felt Tazan rub two fingers against her still panty covered pussy.  “You're so sopping wet I might have thought you'd come already just from that, which means that wasn't much of a punishment was it?  It’s so hard to discipline whores like you because any amount of attention just gets you off.  But I know just what to do.”  She unhooked the clamps from the bench and used her long thick tail to carry the bunny over to the floor bed, her smooth scales making sure to rub up hard against the bunny’s tender ass to get more mewls out of her.

To Cottie, after removing her panties and the naga’s own jacket,Tazana seemed to produce a set of cuffs from nowhere to chain her to the loops around the mattress, leaving her dazed in a spread eagle on the floor.  She felt some things drop onto the mattress next to her, but couldn’t lift or turn her head enough to see them, so she turned to the naga draping herself loosely over the bunny.

“Did I learn my lesson, Mistress? Or do I get my lesson now?”  Cottie laughed at her own incoherent joke.

“Usually it is punishment then lesson,” Tazana said as she leaned over her and started pressing kisses across her cheek to her ear, “but you seem to have mistaken what your spanking was for.  So I do have to actually punish you now.”  she leaned back and grabbed a rather large dildo from beside her.

Confusion written all over her face, Cottie looked up at the toy, then her mistress. “What do you mean?”

Tazana rubbed the toy up and down the bunny’s slit to cover it in her slick and to do a covert check of how stretched she was.  Then she shoved the dildo in up to its hilt.

Cotties back bowed off the mattress as she screamed.  It wasn’t too too much as she was beyond sloppy wet after that spanking, but the pace the naga set fucking her with it bordered on it.  The hard thrusts and the bored face Tazana presented drove Cottie to orgasm faster than she ever had before, and just as it was about to start she pulled the dildo all the way out.

“What no, no please!”

“Punishment pet.  That was for swearing at your mistress in the parking lot this evening.”

Ignoring Cottie’s pleas, and the tears now streaming down her cheeks, Tazana waited until Cottie had seemed to calm just a bit before forcing the toy back in her and resuming the viscous pace.  Knowing what was happening but powerless to stop it, Cottie sobbed as her orgasm approached.  Once more Tazana removed the toy just in time to ruin it.

“That one was for sassing me before our chase.”

On the third repeat of the punishment, Cottie screamed and thrashed against her bindings.  “And that final one was for your behavior on the bench.”  Tazana cooed in her ear while she calmed.  She quickly unlatched the cuffs from holding Cottie down, and recurled herself on the mattress with the bunny sitting astride her and shoved her face down towards the nagas slit.  “See if you can't earn yourself a reward now little slut.”

—-------

The naga’s slit was puffy and slick.  She’d rubbed her pussy a bit while spanking the bunny, oh she took the hits too beautifully not to, but she hadn’t done much else.  She was interested to see if her little bunny was good at using her tongue in other ways.  Cottie seemed confused at first, likely due to her still coming down, but caught on rather quickly.  She licked all around the edges of Tazana’s slit to gather all the slick that had seeped out, then dove into the source.  

Tazana ran her claws through her bunny’s scalp and gently rubbed her soft brown ears.  The bunny seemed to forget she had hands to help with her task, but she settled in with single minded intention and soon the naga found her own crest.  She pulled the bunny back roughly when her continued ministrations got too much.

“Good slut”  She watched as Cottie licked her lips.  “Now for a reward.”  Tazana grabbed the strapless strapon from beside her, and inserted her end with a sigh; the curve rested right up against where she was most sensitive.  Her bunny eyed it with open hunger, and Tazana had the idle thought of making her suck it, and occasionally shoving it down her throat just to hear the sound of her choking.

But her bunny was getting tired, so she figured she’d have to settle tonight.  Using the long coils of her tail, she wrapped around the bunny and lifted her up and onto the other end of the toy.  She sank easily as it was slightly smaller than the earlier one, but just as she settled, pussy to pussy with Tazana, the naga flicked off one of the nipple clamps.  

She felt the strap move as the bunny jolted in pain, then grabbed her hips to set a slow pace of hard thrusts.  Moving in little rocking motions that would drag the toy across the sensitive parts of her inner walls soon brought both of them to little sighs and gasps, but it was not quite enough.  First she pulled the other clamp off of Cottie, reveling in the squeak she produced. Then, she grabbed the last toy she had brought over, a large magic wand, and set it to where it dragged across the bunny’s clit on every thrust.  She started to thrust harder into the bunny, and grind at the bottom to get the vibrations against both of them.

“Please, please mistress, let me cum, please.”

Not answering her, Tazana took her free hand to grab Cottie’s face and press their mouths into a searing kiss.  Turning the vibrations up to a higher level made the bunny gasp, and gave her the opportunity to lick into her mouth.  She dragged her forked tongue across her mouth, reveling in the shiver she earned.  Once she had her fill she leaned back just enough to breathe in the space between them.

“Cum.”

Cottie immediately drenched the naga’s lap, squirting around the toy as it was driven into her g spot.  This brought Tazana over the edge too.

She slowly brought the power of the wand down, before pulling it away.  Then she gently removed the bunny from her strap, then the strap from herself.  Cottie was shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm when she gave her another kiss.

“See what good behavior gets you?  Or do you need another lesson, pet?”

Still reeling from her orgasm Cottie gave the naga a mischievous look. “Maybe, the punishment is always that good.”

Tazana squeezed her ass, making sure to get her claws in the sore flesh.  “Then I guess I just have to keep giving you punishments until you learn your lesson, naughty bunny.”

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rant alert!!!!!!!!!!!

something that's been really bothering me lately is how capitalism is hardcore exploiting our generation's desire to explore/create identity

like aesthetic culture is nice on paper but in practice it just means buying a butt load of stuff that we don't need. like, say i like cottagecore, and by extension the strawberry shortcake franchise. it isn't enough for me to just say i like them aesthetically, or whatever -- i have to buy clothes and merchandise or what have you for that part of my identity to feel tangible. i need to be able to embody this aesthetic in every part of my being for it to feel real

and i've interacted with enough brand instagram accounts (such as the strawberry shortcake instagram) to know that companies are all over creating aesthetic, nostalgic nonsense to sell to us, knowing we'll buy anything cutesy that panders to us and the things we like. and we can't help but feed into it. and they act all relatable and gen-z-core too which doesn't help

consumerism drives me nuts, all the more so because i actively partake in it. i love collecting stuff, especially stuffed animals, but adding to the collection with new items involves spending money on a bunch of plastic and polyester things that take up space and will end up in a landfill someday. like, sure, i like them, and people know for sure that i love stuffed animals when they know i have over 100 of them and keep buying them, but if i'm being completely honest i don't get as much out of them as i'd like to think i do. i'm considering making a photo/drawing catalog of all of the plushies i have now and donating the ones who'd do better in a different home! the same applies to all of the toys i have as well

when i was little i used to collect rocks and sticks and pine cones... things in nature that are just as cool and give me just as much joy as my stuffed animals and toys but a) don't take up a huge amount of space b) don't cost money c) don't hurt the environment and d) don't feed into the capitalist, consumerist black hole that's quickly eating us all

honestly... and this might be a hot take... but the whole concept of "aesthetics" that's been on the internet in recent years that has compelled ourselves to shape our wardrobes and possessions in favor of a pretty, inhuman ideal that supposedly affirms our identities is likely just a project by Big Consumerism to get us to buy more stuff that we think makes us feel more like ourselves. like yeah we all deserve to have our own style and our own tastes but that should not necessitate buying 15 billion new outfits from your local target to prove to yourself or anyone else that it's your style and tastes. buying a dropshipped mushroom nightlight off of amazon does not make you any more of a cottagecore girly than someone who doesn't. we shouldn't all be trying to fool each other over instagram reels that we all perfectly fit this aesthetic with our cool clothes and knickknacks and random decorations and be constantly jealous of each other

and it all just feeds into fast fashion and non-sustainably-made products and all that... like if companies know we'd buy anything that fits our aesthetic they'll throw out any notion of making lasting goods that aren't made of plastic and garbage and the blood of innocent baby animals or whatever. we keep eating it up. and we keep buying more and more of it to create an every-expanding hoard of objects that supposedly reflect every facet of our soul

(and i know it's the companies' fault at the end of the day! but i do think we, as individuals, have to think about how we happily succumb to it!)

i'm starting to think that my happiest life would be one lived with a small handful of cool clothes (as it is, most of the clothes i find cool are old ones my aunt sends me or ones i thrift), a small handful of stuffed animals i have a genuine love for (e.g. barry, any homemade plushie), and a gargantuan collection of nature stuff like rocks and sticks and pine cones. i can't help wanting to collect -- i'm like a dragon! but what i can help is what i choose to collect, what system i choose to feed into. i have a huge love for stuffed animals, but if anything, i'm doing a disservice to them and my appreciation for them by repeatedly buying new, low quality ones which i ultimately don't care much about -- and having fewer of them by no means diminishes how much they mean to me. one should not judge a fan by the amount of merchandise they've bought, after all

we are trying to live vicariously through our stuff, which isn't surprising given the hellish socioeconomic landscape, but it only makes us languish and look at devices all day and buy useless stuff and not try to make our lives actually good. this is what capitalism wants!!! augh!!!!

also... folks can't buy sustainable stuff because it often costs more and is less widely sold. but whose fault is that? capitalism!!!!! they could make wool cheaper than polyester for all they cared!!!!!!! they could get rid of money altogether!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't really know what i want to say in all of this... but i care about nature and i care about being genuinely happy and digging my own grave in an aesthetic landfill does nothing for that

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— Tamino for Fucking Young!, #21 EVOLUTION / December 2022 (x)

The evolution of the music industry is always in perpetual motion and social platforms are having more impact in addition to streaming. In 2021, one of the world's bestselling singers, Adele revealed the real reason for refusing to make music for TikTok. She explained that if labels are pushing artists to make music for 14-year-olds, who will do the music for her peers? The way we consume music now is based on algorithms and trends but yes, what about being more organic and independent from social applications and platforms? This is a topic we shared and discussed with Belgian-Egyptian musician Tamino in this piece.

THE NEXT DIMENSION OF TAMINO

BY IVICA MAMEDY

Production   Fashion and Art Moroccan Association (F.A.M.A.) Photographer   Moz ERO

TAMINO-AMIR MOHARAM FOUAD known mononymously as TAMINO is the grandson of Egyptian singer and movie star MUHARRAM FOUAD and rose to fame in 2018 with his debut album “AMIR”. If at the beginning the press and fans were comparing him to JEFF BUCKLEY, quickly he pulled away these comparisons as the way he defended his music was unique. On stage, Tamino is hypnotizing and has the power to transport you to another dimension.

After a two-year social media hiatus, TAMINO came back in April 2022 with some new music and released his second record "SAHAR" this September. Once again, this album is a masterpiece and hauntingly beautiful. Before defending it on stage, we met him in Paris where we talked about how his process of making music changed during the worldwide lockdown in 2020 and his approach to using social platforms with parsimony.

THIS ISSUE IS ABOUT EVOLUTION AND HOW DID YOUR FIRST RECORD "AMIR" CHANGE YOU HUMANLY AND AS AN ARTIST DURING THIS WORLDWIDE LOCKDOWN IN 2020?

I feel like my life changed drastically in a short amount of time. I've been on tour for a very long time and I was just focused on that. Seems I gain maturity quickly. When I got back home during the pandemic, I realized how I neglected many things in my daily life and how I was more isolated on tour than during the lockdown. I took the time to see my friends and meet new people. I was evolving as a human being, not as an artist. This made me feel more comfortable writing new songs and creating was an easy and quick process.

IF THE PROCESS WAS QUICK WITH THIS SECOND ALBUM, HAS THE WAY YOU MAKE MUSIC CHANGED?

The process was still pretty similar but being alone with an instrument to find out how to create new sounds was important to me. It's about taking the proper time to create the most authentic and melodic sound.

DID THIS LOCKDOWN HELP YOU TO BE MORE OPEN AND EXPLORE MUSIC WITH NEW PEOPLE AND COLLABORATORS?

I worked with the same bunch of producers, and I also created myself as a producer on this album because I learned a lot about recording and the process to develop demos for example. I was actively part of the production which created some big inspirations in the studio. I have known the double bass player for a long time as he was living behind my counter. We were hanging out together but it was the first time we teamed up to make music. We developed the concept of a dark room for music. We were going into a room and trying to figure out which instruments we'll use to create something organic. It was a great time for exploration.

THE MAIN CONVERSION SINCE YOUR FIRST RECORD IN 2018 IS THAT THE MUSIC INDUSTRY DEPENDS A LOT MORE ON SOCIAL PLATFORMS TO BE SUCCESSFUL. I KNOW YOU ARE VERY DISCREET ON THESE PLATFORMS BUT DID YOUR LABEL RECOMMEND YOU TO BE MORE PRESENT ON TIKTOK FOR EXAMPLE?

For sure they suggested that to me as they do with other artists. I have a TikTok account but my fans know that the only account I'm taking care of is Instagram. My management helps me to update all the other social platforms so it gives me more time to enjoy Instagram in a good way. Two years ago, I deleted Instagram from my phone to avoid being distracted because enjoying pure moments is important to me. Take time to be bored and sometimes it's when you're bored that creativity comes. Now I'm back on Instagram to promote my new project and at the same time, I'm happy to discover beautiful inspirations and imagery on this app.

IT IS PART OF THE JOB OF A MUSICIAN I GUESS NOW?

Yes, but it has to be genuine….if I can give advice to younger artists who struggle on social platforms is the genuine way you communicate with your community.

THIS TWO-YEAR SOCIAL MEDIA HIATUS HELPS YOU TO CREATE THIS BEAUTIFUL NEW ALBUM. IT'S YOUR WAY TO UNVEIL YOUR INTIMATE SIDE?

It was a beautiful moment making this album. It's about maturity and those moments in the studio making these songs was a hundred percent pure. It can't explain how it was such a meaningful moment when we gave birth to "Sahar".

ANY SONG ON THIS ALBUM THAT YOU CHERISH THE MOST?

Oh man, it is so complicated to choose as they are all my babies. It depends, as my favorite song now will not be the same tomorrow. I need to start playing them to compare. The main difference with the first album was that I was already playing them live before they got released.

HOW DO YOU FEEL WHEN YOUR ALBUM IS NOT EVEN OUT AND YOUR SHOWS ARE ALREADY SOLD OUT? ARE YOU MORE CONFIDENT KNOWING YOUR FANS ARE STILL HERE FOR YOU?

It’s amazing and I’m so grateful for this to happen. I mean, there are no words to express how it is a pure recognition for an artist. We have to look at laying bigger venues so people have more change to come. I like playing in small theaters as well as in a stadium. Both can feel intimate as well as people sharing the same energy.

YOUR MUSIC VIDEOS LOOK VERY CINEMATOGRAPHIC. THERE’S ANY MOVIE WHOSE AESTHETIC REPRESENTS YOU THE MOST?

I’m a movie freak and my brother is very into aesthetic images. If I need to name a movie, I will say one of my favorite movies, The Lord of the Rings.

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please try to sell me gw2. i really want to like it and ive tried a couple times over the years to get into it, but every time my experience is like: walk for 5 irl minutes -> talk to someone -> kill 20 things -> random world events -> kill 50 things -> go back and talk to the person. rinse and repeat

and then i uninstall the game

Hard to sell it to ya when it's free to play ;0

As a new/returning player I honestly recommend going in with some friends. It's a game were you can absolutely solo PvE with the right build, but I always have more fun playing with my friends for the shenanigans. I also, 100%, recommend plopping an OC in the game. My first characters were both in-game and all their lore is based around GW2, but putting June in there has been hella fun to see how she would handle being in Tyria.

Your first 80 levels are basically to help get you accustom to the game mechanics and the story. Though the story is optional, I recommend playing it so you get more of a feel of Tyria and the history. The story also leads you through the game an the map rather than just taking random quests as you explore. It's really the only mode that gives you a bit of direction in the game.

If you happen to get stuck or have any questions about the game, it's pretty safe to ask the map chat and usually people will help you out, especially in early maps. GW2 is a game that doesn't really teach you how to play, you learn as you go. There's also plenty of YT vids on how to get started and tutorials if you get stuck or suggestions of things to try out as you level. They've also updated the game fairly recently where you now have access to the Raptor mount without needing to have Path of Fire or doing the expansion, which is a HUGE quality of life change while you explore the early maps.

Once your toon hits level 80, that's when you unlock your mastery tracks that will allow you to do more of the endgame content and continue through the living story. Fractals, Raids, Dungeons, Strikes, World Bosses, Meta Trains, Gold Farming, PvP, WvW, FASHION WARS!!, There's a ton to do once you're set up, and again, lots of resources available to help you out (TaCO, GW2 Efficiency, Crafting Guides).

The world is unique. It feels lived in and ever expanding. The lore for all the playable races in the game is really interesting and they do a lot to subvert expectations from typical fantasy stories. Some things are a hit or miss for a lot of folks but there's so much to love about the game even my least favorite parts are like just mid to me compared to the parts I genuinely enjoy. My favorite expansion is Path of Fire + Season 4. The desert maps are my favorites followed by Maguma (begrudgingly). Cantha had grown on me a lot after a million Leviathan Farms for gold lol. THE SEASONAL EVENTS AHHH like again there's just so much to touch on but yeah the long and short of it is it IS a time sink at minimum to get to the more favored content, but even as a old player I still love making new toons and taking them through the early game content again just for fun.

But yeah, free to play, no subscriptions, all expansions are a one time purchase. You've got 10 years worth of content to explore and try out. It's a relatively inexpensive MMO (the expacs can be up to 50% off during certain yearly sales). An overall very helpful community. Any paid content is mostly cosmetics and convenience items, but nothing that gives you an advantage over other players. Basically everyone is grinding towards a similar end-goal, so you can always get the same gear as people through grinding. Nothing is really out of reach and people are always willing to help others out with multiplayer content.

I've been consistently playing for 8-9 years now. It's one of those game where I'm IN it for like a few months then may take a few months off until a holiday event I love is coming up and then I play for a few months again. It's probably the only other game I've sunk as much time into as Pokemon or Skyrim over the years (I jokingly call it Skyrim Online since ya'll won't catch me playing ESO). But yeah just, it's a game I never expected to play for this long and this consistently and it always feels fun to pick back up. Genuinely I do hope you give it another try. I've honestly had the most fun I've had in years with the wave of new and returning players jumping back into the game c: