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You’re all mine . . .

No.9 Pantalone x fem!reader (a typical day with this stunning, gorgeous man)

Mentions of bruising, sheltering, dumbing down, possession

He’d happily pick out clothes for you, your whole closet has been meticulously hand picked (and hurriedly bought, his personal shoppers are so stressed) by him. Pantalone deeply enjoys dressing you each morning and undressing you at night. In the mornings, he rolls your stockings up your legs, ringed fingers rubbing up your thighs, he buttons your blouse, slides your skirt up your body, a smirk ghosting his face as the material hugs your hips. The finishing touch is always jewelry. He slides rings onto your fingers, kissing each one as he works, and has you lean forward so he can fasten a necklace clasp around your bruised neck. He’ll adorn your wrists with jingling bangles and hair with sparkling pins. Last but not least, he’ll gently slip your heels on for you, the ones too tall for you to walk in properly but that’s alright, you can hold his arm as you walk to keep yourself upright and naturally, he doesn’t want you walking away from him anyways! So sit pretty by his side, keep those expensive shoes shiny. You look so pretty for him <3 if he was even slightly adept at makeup, he would do that for you too so instead, he has you sit in his lap while you paint your eyelids with neutral colors and color your lips with stunning crimson.

All day you’re cooped up in his office with him. You get to do as you please really, he has staff there who are simply ordered to do whatever you ask. You can ask for expensive food or alcohol (oh how he loves when you get tipsy and dance around his office like a silly little fool), you can point out designer bags or clothes in a catalog and watch them scramble to retrieve those items, you can ask that they recount the latest celebrity news or demand that they play chess with you (Pantalone will glare at those servants if they come too close to winning, he wants to see your smile when you win and get his post-win kiss that you always give him). He spoils you rotten and loves every minute of it because he knows you’ll never leave. Even if you wanted to, you can’t… though he knows the thought has never crossed your mind. Every day you’re dumbed down little by little, every need fulfilled for you so you don’t have to lift a finger. No more cooking or cleaning, no more thinking about that next paycheck. Don’t worry darling, he’ll take care of it. Now lay back and clear your mind, let him keep you close, sheltered, comfortable <3 no need to worry your pretty little head about the tension in Snezhnaya when you can cuddle up against your husbands firm chest, warm and protected, blissfully ignorant

After an expensive dinner, topped off with dessert (which Pantalone insisted on feeding you himself), you’re led back to your shared room. You’re excited to kick off your uncomfy shoes and peel your husbands layered clothes off. The cape, the coat, the vest, shirt, undershirt, each article is tossed to the floor and you feel saliva pool in your mouth as you unravel your treat <3 He smiles his signature, soft smile, allowing you to undress him from the waist up and before you can rip your own clothes off, he takes your wrists, clicking his tongue. Now now… you know better, sweetheart. Only he’s allowed to remove your clothes. When you’re horny like this you’re prone to ripping seams or losing jewelry in the sheets.

Pantalone pushes you back against the fluffy blankets, his silky hair tickling your cheek as he hovers over you. He tells you how stunning you are, how good you are for him, he’s a master at sweet talk. He removes your blouse, kissing down your chest and stomach as he un-does the buttons. Those pretty, slender hands work off your skirt next, groping at your bruised ass and marked up thighs- the stockings stay, those he doesn’t mind ripping off later but now they’ll stay. Your jewelry stays too, pearls sit on your collar bones, gold on your wrists and stones on each finger. Oh archons above, he can barely contain himself- his pants are painfully tight but this is all a ritual he strictly follows. Your bra comes off next, then your soaked, tiny panties. He draws in a breath as he takes in your naked form, mind racing to cook up ideas on where to mark you next oh yes he can hardly wait

He removes the rest of his clothes, allowing his throbbing cock to spring free from the tight slacks he suffered in all day. His pretty gold piercings glint teasingly in the dim lighting, drawing your half-lidded eyes there. You tell him how you can’t wait to feel those shiny studs inside you, obscenities start flowing freely from your mouth- he shoves two ringed fingers to the back of your throat to shut you up… he doesn’t want to hear that right now, you’re riling him up too easily he won’t last long like this- not at all! He uses his free hand to play with your folds, roughly rubbing over your clit. He relishes in the way your body jolts, how you cry for him to give you more, how more slick gushes out of you, your body is just begging for him… He can never say no to you

With little warning other than the way his grip on your waist tightens, he sinks into your welcoming hole, almost sighing in relief as you envelope his aching cock in your sweet warmth. Meanwhile, your cries of ‘too big it hurts!’ fall on deaf ears. Your husband is simply lost in the way you clench in time with his thrusts- see? You didn’t need preparation you’re taking him just fine. And you look absolutely sinful.

He tells you over and over, as he does daily, that you’re his. You’ve been his for so long now, nothing but his his his. His wife, his trophy, his doll, his sweetheart. All his to mark up as he pleases, all his to show off to everyone else, all his to possess, protect, keep away from danger or competition. ‘Cry out for me,’ he demands ‘Tell me how badly you need me.’ So you do. You’re lost in your pleasure, the feeling of his cock and piercings dragging over your sweet spot over and over- the feeling of his teeth sinking into your neck- you dig your nails into his back, arching up into him as you tell him over and over ‘yes- I’m all yours! All for you!’ Fuuuuck you have no idea what you do to him. He’s getting close, he know you are too he can read you like an open book, so he demands that you come with him and of course you do as your husband says.

You’re shaking when he’s done with you. He wasn’t satisfied with one orgasm, he never is, he dragged another three from you and two from himself before he was finally tired out. He shifted you both beneath the covers, pulling them up to your shoulders to protect you from the cold. His hands wandered mindlessly, it wasn’t sexual now just comforting to run his hands along your familiar curves. You listen to his heartbeat as he quietly tells you about tomorrow’s plans. A formal breakfast, a few hours at the office, a game of croquet with a fellow businessman and his wife, a dinner at a theatre show to finish off the night.

Pantalone kisses your forehead as you drift off to sleep, his hold on you is firm and warm, your senses clouded by drowsiness and your husbands cologne. Ah how lucky he is to have you…. He thanks the archons every night that he has you. He’ll never be able to back to a life without you again. So every day will be full of activities together, full of love, full of lust, full of greed.

He’ll keep you by his side forever <3 it’s no trouble at all, really. Now smile, pretty girl, tell him just how much you love him <3 tick tock…He doesn’t like to be kept waiting

[sinfullyrosey]

Cream-Filled Buns

Trey Clover X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Groping, Spanking, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, (Almost) Caught in the Act, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Dom!Trey

TWST Fandom: Ew, Tr*y smut? Disgusting. Give us dragon boi or the eel twins.

Me: Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, pound reader’s cake as fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and fill it with cum. Spank it real hard and redden those buns.~

The fresh smell of baked goods wafted in the air of the Heartslabyul kitchen, a certain green-haired vice dorm head once again preparing for the latest Unbirthday Party.

Plates of desserts of all kinds deliciously graced the counters as Trey worked to finish up the remaining batch before the party was to start. This celebration was especially special, calling for the treats to be fresh and still warm when they decorate the table.

It was a time indicative task, but nothing the baker couldn’t handle. As long as there are no distractions and grubby, little hands to try and sneak a taste, he should be done soon.

“Oh, Trey~!”

Well, so much for no distractions.

Trey’s eyes followed the sound as your skipping self came into frame. A big smile was on your face as you made your way over to the island counter he was working at, hands clasped behind your back in faux innocence.

He returned your greetings, refilling the icing dispenser as your gaze scanned across the table at the rows of delectable delights. Your tongue poked out at the corner as mischievous thoughts ran through your head.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, oh Prefect of Ramshackle?” He inquired.

Matching his cheeky tone, you quickly snuck some icing from one of the cupcakes and popped your finger in your mouth before Trey could notice.

“Well, Vice Dorm Head of Heartslabyul, I just came by to visit my favorite person on campus.”

He gave you an unconvinced look, returning back to his cupcake decorating. Trey knew the real reason you were here. It’s the same reason for all your visits, to sneak a taste or two when you think he’s not looking.

“No, really Trey, honest! I also came by to show you my outfit before anyone else could get a peak. Look!”

You gave a little twirl. The helm of your skirt fanning out like the petals of the garden’s roses. Trey looked up from his work to softly smile at your antics.

The blouse, skirt, and vest combo was designed after the Heartslabyul dorm, featuring a black and white checkered pattern with bright reds.

“Custom made and comfy! Think Riddle will approve?”

Trey was putting the finishing touches on some of the treats while he gave you a once over. He settled with a curt nod before turning his attention back to his work.

“You’ll just have to show and ask him yourself.”

You huffed at his lack of enthusiasm, but quickly perked up as another opportunity to sneak yourself a sweet treat presented itself once more.

You quickly glanced at him to make sure the coast was clear before swiping another dollop of the sugary sweet frosting. The strawberry buttercream melted on your tongue and coated your tastebuds in the divine flavor.

The soft call of your name brought you out of your daydreaming and you brought your attention back to the man standing in front of you. He was looking at you with that welcoming smile that always got your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

“Would you like to come over and assist me in decorating?”

You blinked at the request, still processing what he had just said. He chuckled at your dumbfounded, yet cute expression, and gestured for you to walk around over to his side.

You could only obey, not wanting to further embarrass yourself over something so trivial. You stood beside him, waiting for him to instruct you on what to do, knowing full well how precise and specific the Heartslabyul Dorm’s standards on desserts were.

“So, what do you want me to do exact-“

Trey interrupted your question by placing his hands on your waist and gently guiding your body to where you were now, standing right in front of him, back facing him and front facing the counter. He was right behind you, body almost pressed flush against yours.

“Um, Trey?” You squeaked.

Next, he gently took your hands into his, making you flush even more, as he had you properly hold the frosting dispenser in your grasp. His grasp never let go of yours as he began to slowly guide your movements. Your face flushed at the intimacy of it, how close he was to you, and how his arms were wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving.

“Just going to finish up the last few of these together, okay? Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

You nodded and allowed him to guide your movements from cupcake to cupcake. You watched as each swirly, little dollop was smoothly applied to each caketop, your shared actions growing into an easy rhythm. Trey was right, it wasn’t all that too difficult, with his help that is. You would even say it was a little fun! You were smiling proudly at your accomplishment when the silence was broken by a sudden shift in tone that had your spine tingling with sudden nerves.

“You think you’re quite the sneaky one, don’t you Prefect?”

You sharply inhale at his accusation but refused to let him on to anything. You kept your gaze strictly on the cupcakes and icing and pretended like you had no idea what he was referring to. But Trey wasn’t swayed and continued.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed those devious, little fingers of yours stealing a taste or two when you think I’m not looking.”

Shit. He knew.

He let out a faux sigh of disappointment and guided you to the ruined cupcakes you snatched earlier and started to add more icing to them once more. You gulped and simply followed along, not wanting to get into any more trouble than you probably already were.

“All my hard work, ruined, because one naughty student couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.”

“But-but I’m making it up by helping you finish them now… right?”

He chuckled and you perked up hopefully. This isn’t the first time you two have exchanged teasing banter before; you’re always messing around with Trey and he always inevitably sends you off with a playful warning.

“Hm, true…”

He removes his hands from yours and puts the icing dispenser aside. He then gently places his hands on your hips, making you jump at the unexpected contact. Your face started to heat up when you suddenly started to feel the sensation of something slowly grinding itself against your backside.

“… but we’re not finished just yet. There’s just two more buns that need filling.”

“Huh?”

“There’s a pair of nice, round buns right here.~”

You squeaked as both of your buttcheeks were grabbed by the baker. Your face reddened, eyes wide, and body straightened.

“T-trey?! What are you-“

“You said you were making it up to me, yes? Well, just help me finish this last dessert and you can head to the Unbirthday Party, punishment-free.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in thought. You did say that, and you were being naughty earlier, not to mention that he was giving you an out right now, but… You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something you’ve wanted for a while now. It was no secret that you liked Trey (along with like half of the Heartslabyul Dorm) and would love to have your hole stuffed with him. But in the kitchen, out in the open? Could you really risk doing so where anyone could walk right in and see what you two were doing?

You gulped and let out an embarrassed huff.

“O-okay, I’ll help. So, what do I do?”

He smiled and hummed, thumb aimlessly rubbing circles against your still clothed bottom.

“First, we need to knead it just a bit; get it nice and ready.”

He used one hand to lift up and push aside your skirt, exposing your panties to him. Next, skilled hands began to meticulously grope and massage the flesh of your ass, squeezing and pinching. Your hand flew up to your mouth to stifle the noises that wanted so desperately to spill out. You unconsciously spread your legs to allow better access for him.

Fingers pressed into the supple fat and spread your asscheeks apart, before letting go and letting them jiggle back into place. His hands would start at the lower back thighs and slowly make their way up, still occasionally squeezing along the way. His thumbs grazed along your slit, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure and making you jump. You whined when he pulled your panties up to expose more skin and caused the cotton cloth to press tightly against your neglected pussy.

“Now we need to get them hot and ready.”

A loud slap resonated in the quiet kitchen, followed by your pitched yelp. Your cheek jiggled and stung from the sudden assault from the male’s hand. He chuckled at your reaction and slapped the other cheek, causing another yelp from you. Soon after, an array of spanks followed suite. You had to steady yourself against the counter, one hand gripping the table’s edge and the other pressed against your mouth to muffle your startled sounds.

“A-ah, Trey..!” You whined.

Your poor bottom was reddening with each slap to your exposed flesh, jiggling with every harsh swat he delivered. Before long, your ass was a bright red and stung. Your whole body felt hot by this point, especially your rear, which felt like it just got out of the oven and was now cooling in the kitchen air.

“Ah, I can feel that they’re nice and hot.” He grinned, massaging the plump, round mounds.

His hands dipped to your groin, pressing the pads of his fingers against your slit, rubbing along the folds and grazing your puffy clit. You were soaking through your panties, sticky essence staining the undergarment and oozing out of your needy cunt.

“I think they’re about ready to be stuffed with my cream. Don’t you think so, Prefect?”

You let out an impatient groan, rubbing your thighs together in desperation.

“Trey, p-please…” You whined. “Just stick it in already!”

Sly, golden eyes watched as you shuddered and rocked your hips against his in a measly attempt to relieve some of the growing pressure in your lower regions. He chuckled at you one last time before gently pulling your panties down past your knees and finally getting to the main course.

“Alright, alright, so impatient.~”

Rustling was heard as the older student unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened member. He gave it a few more strokes, just to be sure if was perky and ready, just for you. You then sharply inhaled at the presence of the head of his cock pressing against your plush lips, prodding at the entrance before slowly sliding the tip in.

Trey placed his hands back along your hips, rubbing encouraging circles against them as you adjusted to his girth. You had to place your hands back on the table to steady yourself when he suddenly thrusted into you. His size stretched your tight walls, slowly making its way deeper into your pussy as he gave light thrusts. You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan when you felt him fully sheathed into you, reaching every slick-covered nook and crevice.

It felt, so, good.

So full.

Like you were completely stuffed to the brim with his cock.

Once he felt that your body had completely relaxed, melting into that of jelly, walls fluttering for more and mouth in a goofy grin, he finally started to pound into you for real. And Great Sevens above, it felt amazing.

With every thrust, you could feel your walls squeeze him and pull him back inside. Slick building up and leaking onto your length and past your entrance, making a slight mess of both of you and the tiles. His tip kept hammering into that special spot inside you, sending wave after wave of hot, searing pleasure shooting straight to your core like electricity. Your eyes rolled back as you lost yourself to the pleasure you’ve craved for so long now.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and your quiet, drawn-out moans. Your mind had grown hazy from the overwhelming sensation, toes now curling as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten and build, approaching that oh-so wanted burst of ecstasy. Lust-filled eyes began to droop and close once you felt that very coil just about to snap and unravel everything. You sighed and worked to meet his thrusts, pushing backwards when he pushed forward, all in order to tip yourself over the edge.

“Trey, how are the pastries coming along? The Unbirthday Party is due to start soon.”

Eyes snapped open as you looked at the entrance to the kitchen to find the dormleader himself come striding in. He made eye contact with Trey before promptly noticing you, an eyebrow raised and frown present on his face. The redhead crossed his arms and approached the two of you, a look of query clear on his face.

“Oh, I was unaware that the Ramshackle Prefect had arrived. What are you doing in the kitchen? You should be seated at the table!”

You were sweating nervously as Riddle stood on the other side of the table, right in front of you and Trey. The table was fairly high, obscuring some of the absolute debauchery taking place in the Hearstlabyul’s very kitchen, but was it enough to hide everything?

“Sorry Riddle, she was helping me finish off the last batch and would head off to join Ace and Deuce as soon as they were finished. They’re about ready.”

You were appreciative of Trey’s ability to be so confidently coolheaded in situations like this, allowing you to relax, knowing that he had everything under control. Even when you were mentally panicking. Riddle seemed accepting of the explanation, turning his attention briefly to the decorated desserts, seemingly searching for a particular one among the bunch, presumingly his beloved tart.

“Hm, alright then… but hurry up, I won’t tolerate lateness from either my guest or my vice housewarden!”

You could breathe a mental sigh of relief, knowing you actually got away with it and that Trey was able to steer the dormhead away before any mental scaring could occur. Maybe now you could get back to business before the sudden, abrupt interruption ripped your orgasm away and finally cum.

“Oh, before you head off, what do you think of the Prefect’s lovely, new attire? She wore it especially for the Unbirthday Party.~”

Scratch that.

He’s an asshole, just like the rest of the shitheads at this school.

Your body stiffened when you felt Riddle’s attention back on you, eyes squinted at your outfit. He tilted his head, muttering how he couldn’t exactly see it behind the table. You began to panic again, knowing you couldn’t just move away from Trey, risking the unmistakable sound of his dick slinking its way out of your wet pussy with a loud “pop!”

Seriously, what the hell did he expect you to do in this situation?!

“U-um, well, actually… I wanted it to be a surprise for when we all sat at the table, b-but I guess I can give you a little peak…”

With a nervous gulp, you step back, forcing the taller male to step back with you, so as to not obscure your skirt from Riddle’s view. It was then that you realized that your long skirt served as a curtain towards your filthy acts, falling in such a way that nobody standing in front could see Trey’s dick deep in you. You grabbed at the sides and raised them up in a mock curtsey, trying to cover as much as possible. You smiled as best you could and whispered a shy, “Well?”

Now it was Riddle’s turn to be embarrassed as he coughed into his hand, looking away with a soft blush on his cheeks. It wasn’t common for you to wear such attire on campus, so once he got a proper look at you, he became a bit flustered. After all, you were the only girl attending NRC, currently.

“It’s, it’s lovely… A-anyways, I’ll leave you two to it then! Don’t be late!”

Finally, the dorm leader left, leaving you alone with Trey once more. You physically sighed this time, relaxing back against Trey, who only laughed at your suffering. The prick.

“Well, that just ruined my orgasm, so~o, lets get on with this-“

The green-haired baker hummed, hands resting on your hips once more, this time rougher than last time. You looked up at him questioning his interruption. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. His warm breath sending a chill down your spine and causing your walls to tighten around him once more. That when you noticed that his dick twitch inside of you, still rock hard and penetrating you nice and deep.

“It didn’t ruin mine.~”

And with that, he continued where he left off, rougher and faster, balls slapping against your ass with every brutal thrust. Your eyes widened and a loud gasp escaped past your wide, open lips. You could barely steady yourself as he abused your poor hole, not once stopping and only chasing his high. The coil built itself up once again, but wouldn’t reach to fruition as Trey, with two or three final, deep thrusts where he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, reached his own orgasm… without you.

He let out a deep grunt as his thick, hot cream shot out and began filling you up to the brim. A few droplets slipped past and dripped onto the tile and parts of your inner thighs. You shuddered at the feeling of his cum filling you completely, sticking to your walls.

You were left panting against the table’s edge, legs wobbly, while he slipped himself out of you, spilling more creamy cum and making a very lewd squelching sound. Your clit was throbbing from neglect, insides fluttering over the rough treatment. Your body was still clenching, both from the lack of release and to keep the mess inside you and off of the already dirty floor.

You blinked away the bleariness and felt him lift your panties back up and secured onto you properly. You gave him a questioning look, but he only sweetly smiled at you.

“Wait… what about my orgasm..?”

“Consider this the punishment for sticking your fingers where they don’t belong.”

Your dazed eyes widened up at him, a pout forming on your face as the realization that you weren’t going to be getting any proper satisfaction any time soon, slowly hit. A few tears of frustration formed in your eyes and you clenched your fists.

“But Trey, that’s not fai-mph!”

A sugary sweet cookie was shoved into your mouth, silencing you. Trey smiled down at your pleading look and chuckled. He adjusted your skirt and vest, smoothing out the wrinkles and making you look presentable again.

“You’ve already doddled enough and the others are expecting you, so it’s best you get to the table. Now, run along, dear.~”

And with that, he kissed you on the head and gestured you out of the kitchen so that he could begin bringing the pastries out to the table.

You whined in protest but could only obey and shuffle your way towards the table, where the others were indeed waiting. The slick sensation of the baker’s creamy release still sloshing along in your walls and dripping past your swollen, needy lips, thankfully hidden underneath your skirt. You took a seat, cringing at the quiet squelching sound between your legs, and huffed in frustration as you nibbled at the cookie, ignoring the concerned glances from your friends.

This tea party better end soon so you could relieve this torturous aching between your legs!

And get yourself cleaned up too…

[gatheringdusk]

I now believe every college town in those days had its own version of Ms. S, but you will not find this information in the history books.

You see, many of us girls still came from provincial towns where the morals and expectations of the late 19th century and first half of the 20th had pretty much carried over into the 1970s. Women like Ms. S played an invaluable stabilizing role for many of us during our college years as we were exposed to so many new ideas and possibilities.

The woman who played this role would usually be a private woman of taste and education, but also one with experience of the changing world, of its snares and the challenges we young women would face. Her appearance and manner and methodology no doubt varied widely by location. I can only speak of Ms. S---in outlook she was not reactionary; in fact, if we take her as an example of the type, then her ideas were rather progressive.

I think we can say with some certainty that all of these women would have understood the importance of moral clarity, self-discipline, courage, and consequences.

Like Ms. S, I imagine many of them lived in a small, well-tended house on a quiet lane within walking distance of the campus.

Her name and phone number would be quietly given out by the dean's secretary when a mother concerned about rumors of a daughter's behavior or her latest grades called to inquire. Once contacted, she would send the girl in question a note on her customary stationary (peach-colored, in Ms. S's case), the envelope small and of the same color or design, her script precise and flowing.

At our college, there wasn't one of us girls who didn't know what the peach-colored envelope meant when they saw another girl slide it out of her mailbox in the mailroom and quickly tuck it away in a book. It wasn't unusual for a certain overdramatic type to start crying when she received one, but most of us were better at hiding their butterflies, the cool blend of shame and fear running up the backs of their legs, the regret at their recent behavior suddenly strong.

Most girls who received such notes at their parent's instigation were no strangers to corporal punishment, mostly in the form of a mother's hairbrush. This instrument can be very thorough indeed when wielded with determination. But now they were young women, and knew that at their coming appointment they could expect a punishment of severity befitting their age. In fact, it was rare that more than one visit would be required to keep the young woman in question on the right path.

But you will want more detail about these matters. Here is my experience. The first time I walked up the path to the front door of Ms. S, I did so as if pulled against my will by many fine strings. I did not dream of disobeying the invitation. I had not been raised that way. But it is a curious sensation for a young woman on a warm autumn day to walk toward her punishment of her own free will. I still remember what I was wearing. A gray skirt of fine soft wool; penny loafers; a green cardigan sweater open over a black blouse. I knocked and was greeted at the door by Ms. S.

Hello, Lisa,” she said. “You are Lisa, aren’t you? Why don’t you come right in?”

I shook her offered hand. I’d pictured a more austere, lean, genteel, and older woman than the tall, even imposing thirty-something woman in a black dress who stood aside as I entered, studying me with a frankly assessing glance.

The house immediately gave me an impression of taste and care as I stood waiting while she shut the door and turned to me, again studied me for a moment, and said, “So Lisa, I understand you’ve gotten involved with a fast crowd that likes to smoke and drink, and that you stopped attending church here in town or even pretending to hide your superiority when you go home to visit. This is not how you were raised to behave, is it?”

Then, before I could say a word in my own defense, she had taken my arm, turned me a few degrees, and smacked me twice hard on the seat of my skirt.

Tears came to my eyes at this indignity. I had in some vague way expected to be treated as an "adult," whatever purpose I was there for. This was a blow to my ego. If I was actually to be punished by a woman I'd never met, there would surely be a quiet, difficult conversation first, a cup of tea, some connection formed, some kind of preliminaries at any rate. Not brisk bottom smacks in the front hallway like those given to a young child. Was there nothing unique about me, about my "case"?

Letting go of my arm, she watched me as I reached back in shock to rub the sting. The force of her smacks seemed to have set something in my entire pelvic region vibrating, and my breath felt a little shallow. She was a strong, handsome woman in a simple black dress, sheer stockings, and low heels, her black hair cut on a slant, with a remarkably clear gaze and beautiful eyes. She was stronger than the average woman, but she had the rare kind of athletic but feminine harmony of form and movement that is striking in person but doesn't come through in most photographs. Beside her, my slender frame felt small, vulnerable.

“I imagine you’re thinking we hardly know each other," she said. "But I’ve actually spoken at some length with your mother, who is very concerned that you may be losing your way. I assured her that I have met many another highly intelligent, pretty small town girl like yourself. She knows you well. I agreed with her surmise that this is a crucial moment in your maturation, and assured her that she could trust me to help you through it. In fact, I let her know that she could expect a call of apology from you later today."

She stopped and led me down the hall and into a small, simply appointed sitting room with windows onto the back garden. She closed the door, then crossed the room to a closet, opened it, and when she turned back to face me was holding a smooth, sturdy men's leather belt. Doubling it up and tapping it lightly against the side of her leg as it hung beside her, she said to me,

"Lisa, I think you know that you are here to be disciplined. I've found that it's generally best to get a girl's punishment out of the way first during an appointment. Then our talk afterwards about expectations will be more productive.”

“But I’m a grown woman,” I said, suddenly realizing how real the situation I'd gotten myself into really was. “I don't have to submit to a... a punishment.”

“Yes, but I believe you will, Lisa, because I can tell that in your heart you already know you’ve earned it. I never punish a girl who doesn’t appear capable of real remorse. There would be no point. I am certain that you are sorry for how you’ve behaved already, but too proud to admit it to yourself. This can become a lifelong habit if not stopped as soon as possible.”

I knew deep down that what she was saying was true. I didn’t even want to be doing the things I’d been doing any longer. But she was right. I was too proud to admit it.

“The best remedy I’ve yet found for such an attitude is this belt. You can start by taking off your skirt. And I think the sweater as well.”

I couldn’t quite believe I was obeying, unzipping my side zipper and stepping out of the skirt as she watched me. It was all happening so fast. My chest felt funny, the air thin, and I had a funny clenchy sensation in my bottom and, since we're being honest here, also between my legs in front.

But time was passing and I couldn’t stop it. When I had taken off my skirt and wore only my blouse, and below the waist just underwear and socks and shoes, I stood before her.

"What a graceful, lovely girl you are," said Ms. S. "It's a shame that you haven't behaved with such grace as you've been blessed with. Are you at all sorry, Lisa?"

I had to keep myself from crying all of a sudden. Yes, I was sorry. But my pride was strong, and I bit my lower lip and gave only a slight, begrudging nod.

"It must be a shock to find yourself standing here before me, Lisa. But I want you to know what I told your mother, who loves you very much: I am going to punish you no more than is necessary to make this a lasting lesson. The point where we will know this has been achieved is different for every girl, but together I think we will find it."

The longer Ms. S spoke to me, the more I felt like she knew me as I really am. As my fear and dread mounted at what was coming, so did my sense of trust that she had my best interests in mind. It was a very curious feeling. And I also had the clear impression that Ms. S was aware of my heightened state. She told me quietly to take off my shoes and then lie down on the couch, and I did so. She told me to take the pillow near my head and place it under my hips, and I did this too. I remember it was a small but plump red velvet pillow. I remember that she stepped forward and tugged my panties down to my knees in one swift motion and that I didn't resist, that my heart beat faster and something in me even thrilled at this intimacy, at the baring of the pert, pale, tender, neatly rounded bottom I sometimes admired in the mirror when alone.

Then she told me that I'd been a very naughty young lady, that she was going to give me a belt whipping that would be very difficult for me to bear and and even harder to accept with obedience, and that she believed I would do my very best no matter how long it went on. Then my lesson began, and I still remember it to this day.

[greeniegreengreen]

No because this hit me randomly while trying to complete my assignments and I wanna get out as much as I can before it disappears into the "I really should've written that down void"

Jason Todd x Reader

Duke Thomas x Reader

TO THE PEOPLE WHO DID PUT IN ASKS, THEY'LL BE DONE AND POSTED AS SOON AS I SUBMIT(hopefully tomorrow, Sunday, midday latest) Y'all put in some good shit for me to write and I actually wanna get it out proper instead of just drabbling it out in a rush - unless that's what you want

ANYWAYS BACK TO MY THOTS - well more like the one’s reader gone be looking into >:]

SUGGESTIVE = +18, MDNI

Word Count: IDK,,,just words enough to try and clear this out my system

Didn't have a set gender in mind so it can be Female/Male/Gender Neutral,,however you choose to perceive it.

For as long as you can remember, you have always been able to read people’s thoughts and feelings. Heck if you focused with little effort on a person you’d be able to see into their minds and get an exact picture of what was in there.

That little what you called a cheat is what helped you become one of the best Interior Designers in Gotham. You were able to get exactly what a client wanted and they absolutely loved you for that, not knowing any better of course.

Of course with such rising popularity the Wayne Family had to have to redesign a few spaces for them, be it at the Manor, Tower or any holiday homes that they felt needed a change.

With your budding romance towards a specific family member comes very specific thoughts and crafted images every time you seem to be alone together.

JASON

Why would you be seeing the kitchen? As you kept focused on what seemed to be a memory from when Bruce had hired you to work on the kitchen with Alfred taking the lead on the project as it was his space more than anyone else's. It seemed he remembered the exact outfit you had on that day too. A simple beige tee tucked in baggy pale blue jeans and grey converses to finish the look. Put together but not too stuffy. You stood right by the island with a pencil between your teeth and a large sheet of paper laid out in front of you. You had been looing at the most recent layout of the kitchen to give you an idea of how to play around with how everything was set. Alfred from the looks of things wanted it to be more effective but gain a more polished look.

Jason's obsession with literature was no secret to anybody who lived in the Manor so it was no surprise when he had called you in to take a look at the ever aging library. After seeing how you had set the kitchen per Alfred's request he was eager to have you work on it.

You had come in on day one wearing your beige blouse jumpsuit to discuss and get a general idea of what he wanted to get done. The mention of trying to fit more books in didn't sound as impossible as he had hoped. It was just a matter of using the pre-exisiting infrastructure to your advantage while adding new bits and bobs to reach the idea he had in mind.

On day two you had brought in your iPad and pencil to scribble some potential sketches that you were sure Jason would love from what you looked into the day before. With him now browsing at the layout options, you were sat across from him on a what had to be a Baltimora Bespoke Rococo sofa in a pale yellow eyeing his every move. He was very good looking, the white streak in his black hair brought out the evergreen in his eyes that shone a dark blue when the light hit them right. Build quite big and towering compared to you, it was a little daunting yet alluring when he looked down on you with a slight tilt of his head however sitting down even though he did still surpass you in height you would be able to maintain eye contact without feeling a type of way. He seemed to be taking his time with his choice so a little peak into his mind wouldn't be a bother.

The kitchen?

With your mind somewhere else you had not noticed him coming into the kitchen until he had made his way behind you to get to the fridge, leaving out a barely audible excuse me.

His failed attempt at pardoning himself had caused you to turn right as he tried to get past you. A trip in your feet at both shock of someone else being in the kitchen and bumping into them almost caused you to fall.

Jason had caught you right by your waist, grip tight and pulling you close to try and keep you both steady. You hands crunching up into the front of his shirt as this was the first thing you had grabbed. He at that moment was trying to calm his breathe as he was sure with how close your hands were to his chest that you could feel his increasing heartbeat. He'd seen you before on magazines and interviews, a few times around the Manor too but this was the first time he was able to meet you in person. Much less this up close. You were quite attractive and that didn't make this situation any better. You had looked up in that moment and by the widening of your eyes it seemed as if you had just understood who exactly you bumped into.

What felt like minutes on the day, moved by within seconds of you two removing each other from the other from the looks of the memory. Your hands sliding down his chest swiftly while his had taken a rather unhurried path to your waist before letting go completely.

You remember that day very well. You were too flustered by everything that you never ever tried to look into what he thought of the entire thing before apologising and resuming what you were planning on doing.

As much as you remember the memory stopped there, but his didn't?

He put in something.

Instead of his hands fully leaving your hips he had used his grip to pull you closer to his heating body. A small gasp escaping your lips at the surprise of the action.

He walked you backwards towards the island making sure you didn't hit the edge harshly. Before bringing up his right hand to place right by your throat keeping his eyes on yours. The gap closing between the two of you before lips met right in the middle. A kiss one that was filled with curiosity and excitement dragged on in his mind.

His hands coming to lift you so that you were sat on the counter, the perfect height for him to lean his hips into your open legs properly.

He let out a small grunt of the word, "Fuck."

You let out a small whimper before pulling away from the memory completely. Wanting to focus on the current moment.

"Everything alright?" Jason asked in a worried tone at the sudden sound.

"Dandy." You gave a small smile trying to brush off what you just saw.

DUKE

You and Duke got along. A little too well one would say. After meeting at a gala Bruce had hired you to furnish which lead to an invitation to the event, you had gotten closer each day.

Duke enjoyed the conversations he had with you about anything and nothing whereas you enjoyed the change of pace of things. It all felt nice and mundane outside of being able to read people's minds and being a vigilante.

Your most favourite things to do was watch cringe level rom-coms. What was better than being able to sit in front of the in-house theater with all your favourite snacks and foods, a blanket and pillows that created a plush nest of sorts for you too. Every Tuesday night, as random as the day seemed it worked perfectly. Dick was on night shift, Tim barely left the office on weekends much less weekdays and nights, Damian was always quick to disappear to the Batcave (Duke would just say he was in "bed") Bruce would end up holed in his study with lord knows what, Jason hadn't been home in 4 months after deciding he needed his own space and going back to his apartment and Alfred always excused himself early on Tuesday as it was never really busy around then.

Tuesday nights were always just perfect for you two. A nice time to just feel second-hand embarrassment together from what the characters did on screen.

However today was not the same as any other day. A new movie was released on Netflix the Sunday before so naturally you and Duke had decided to set it to the following Tuesday's movie night. Neither of you had bothered to look at the trailer believing in the skimmed over reviews and it being labelled a rom-com. What more did you expect but something to crunch your face over.

You had come in with your summer pjs as the weather was warming up and made your way to the theater, ready to help Duke set things up. He had already laid out his half of things while you proceeded to give him a quick greeting and putting everything you brought with yourself down.

Once all was set and the lights were turned off, you began the movie.

Nothing seemed out of place, it followed a typical girl who needed to move back to her hometown for reasons that always had to do with a job. As she gets back she reconnects with old friends, crushes and flings.

You and Duke share laughs at the obvious plot and proceed to make bets on who the end-goal love interest would be in this one. Would it be the guy she had a crush on in first grade? Or her male best friend that had the biggest crush on her her entirety of high school but never confessed? Or would it be the bad boy she had lost her virginity to on Prom Night as an impromptu thing as she didn't want to leave high school a virgin.

As fun as placing the bets was with the promise of pizza as the prize, nothing could have prepared you two for what you were about to witness.

Right on screen as the female lead and one of the potential love interests shared a kiss, it seemed to get heated?

A lot more heated than a standard rom-com would allow actually. And were they taking off their clothes?

What was the rating on this again?

It had to be +18NL with how things were playing out. Quite explicit too.

Removing your eyes from the screen to glance at Duke, you notice how he doesn't seem to budge. Eyes glued and focused as he gulps down the saliva building up on his tongue.

Curious to what his thoughts were on the unexpected sex scene that they were experiencing for the first time together, you were taken aback.

From what you could make out you were right under Duke, both of you bare chested like the characters on the screen, both of you breathing out heavily like the characters on the screen, both of you closing the gap like the characters on the screen. It's when the point of view changes to Duke's perspective of things that you realise he's projecting you both on what you're both watching.

Duke inches down your body maintaining eye contact as he gets to your covered bottom. Eyes flicking down to the material before looking back up at you as if begging to remove them. You give him a nod and he eagerly give a quick kiss through them before yanking them off hurriedly so. Duke gulps again both on in his projection and in person before going all in tasting every inch of you.

Your eyes move to watch the screen and not him and as it was all playing out in his head there the two characters were getting it on exactly as he projected it.

Grabbing for the remote, you pause it.

"I think we need a break from that, no?" You suggest feeling flustered thanking every being out there that allowed you to be in such a dark room at this moment.

Duke was a very good looking guy, his personality made him a solid catch too. But it was another thing to tell the guy you've been chilling with casually as friends that you felt heated from his thoughts and would be more than willing to play it out right there in the theater.

Duke gulped for a third time before nodding and agreeing.

Maybe on another time would you initiate something, just in the privacy of your home lounge this time.

[ranchracoon]

CH. 5 The Summer Festival

Every day since the incident you've had this odd feeling of someone or something hovering over your shoulder; the first day after the Dimitrescus left you were jumpy over every sound. It wasn't the same feeling that you had before, it didn't feel threatening or off, it was as if a shadow was following just outside of your vision. It was always at inconvenient times too; just as you would get sucked into your duties you would feel your watcher. Once you were convinced that nothing was going to happen, you tried to sing, hum, anything to distract yourself but Angie would only yell at you to be quiet. Instead, you decided to make it a game; you would search every nook and cranny for where the lord could possibly watch you from: including the bathroom but thankfully you never felt uneasy in there. When you felt the familiar eyes on you, you would purposely get yourself into questionable positions to try and lure them out.

You groaned with your latest failure as the pain shot through your body. You weren't a clumsy person but you had hoped if you fell from a chair or something, that would work. Every attempt over the week failed, you started to think you actually became clumsy. Now it was Friday and you were no closer to your goal and it was starting to frustrate you greatly. Creaking above your head caught your attention, you glanced up toward the stairs not seeing anyone and you growled under your breath.

"If you're going to spy on me you might as well show yourself like a man!" You snapped.

"Last I checked I wasn't a man, but I'll accept it either way."

Angie rounded the corner and scowled at you, you cleared your throat and held your hands behind your back. You tilted your head at her and saw she was dressed in a bright blue dress with flowers braided into her hair. Her scowl turned upwards into a smile, something you rarely saw, as she clapped her hands together.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked.

"Go?" You replied.

"To the festival! My you're dense." She mumbled.

"I'm not going."

"Oh yes you are. Now get changed and come along before I drag you by your ear."

You groaned loudly in protest but you placed down your supplies and went upstairs to change out of your sweaty clothes. You came downstairs in a flared blouse tucked into trousers and some hand-me-down boots that Angie graciously threw at your head. Angie looked you up and down then reached into the bag hanging from her arm. She took out a wreath of sunflowers to place on top of your head then tapped your shoulder in approval. The walk to the festival was quiet, the air was sweet and carried a cooler bite with it that breezed through your hair. As you approached closer to the center of the village, music faintly swelled to your ears, and you lifted your nose to smell the aroma of food. Your stomach growled loudly as you licked your lips and hurried your pace toward the gate.

Angie was close on your heels as you caught the scene of the festival, lanterns lit the walkway all the way down to the maiden statue. Stalls decorated each side of the road with people surrounding them, your eyes widened at the sight and your mouth watered at the smells. The village looked completely different, whilst it was usually dull and gray it now bloomed with vibrant yellows, oranges, and life.

"Wow! This is amazing! Look at all the food and vendors." You beamed.

"Have you ever been to a festival?" Angie asked.

"No.." You whispered.

Three familiar squeals caught your attention as you looked over at the Dimitrescu sisters who ran over to you. Daniela and Bela looked gorgeous in their green and red dresses that had long trails of feathers behind them, Cassandra wore a dashing golden suit of similar design. Daniela hugged you tightly and you chuckled as you hugged back then looked at the other two. Bela and Cassandra walked with Angie as you and Daniela chatted toward the stalls. Angie tapped your shoulder and placed some lei in your palm, you eyed her before giving her a soft smile. You waved at the Duke who had a line around the corner, he smiled and waved back while you nodded your head to the music. Angie left the four of you alone to go do whatever she usually did. Daniela shared a cloak she had on with you so that you also looked dressed up.

"Hey Y/N!"

"Uck." Responded Cassandra.

You groaned in annoyance.

"Why won't he leave me alone?" You complained.

"He didn't leave us alone for a long time until mother threatened Mr Moreau that he wouldn't have an heir anymore." Snickered Daniela.

Salvatore approached you with his hands in his pockets, he had on a bright green suit with a yellow vest and his house crest pinned to the lapel. He must not own anything that isn't green, you thought. He cleared his throat and fixed his vest then ran a hand over his slicked back hair.

"Evening ladies. Good evening Y/N, I'm glad you could make it. I thought Lord Beneviento wouldn't let you come?" He pried.

"I said they wouldn't like it. Never said they wouldn't let me come. Maybe you should listen better." You retorted.

Cassandra snickered which earned a glare from Salvatore but it quickly turned back into his creepy smile.

"Well, care to join me in a dance and some food? I'd be honored to have you as my evening partner." He bowed and attempted to take your hand but you pulled it back before he could.

"Actually, I'm here with someone already." You replied.

He stood upright and furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, "yeah? Who?" He challenged.

"Bela." You said quickly as you grabbed her arm.

Bela looked down at you then Salvatore before she leaned into your side, her hips pressed against yours. The lines on Salvatore's forehead pulsed, his jaw clenched, and his face turned a light red. He looked like a child about to throw a tantrum. 

"Okay then...maybe we could go on a date some other time. Could we do that? I'd love to take you out on my boat." He said forcefully.

"I would never get on a boat alone with you. Besides, I have duties to Lord Beneviento and I can't leave whenever I want." You muttered.

"You can't use him as an excuse for everything. You're your own person, he doesn't own you! You just work for him, and must have a day off at some point to come out with me. What's the problem?" He yelled.

"Back off Salvatore. If I had a sickle I would slice your jugular and watch you bleed out." Threatened Bela.

"I thought Daniela was the crazy one." He spat.

"Who do you think gave her the idea?" Daniela added.

Salvatore growled under his breath before he turned on his heels and stomped away. You sighed relieved and released Bela's arm as you thanked them for getting him away from you.

"No need to thank us, Salvatore has always been a creep. Then again, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. His father had been trying to woo our mother for years despite her being out since forever, even Mother Miranda had to intervene." Bela sighed.

"What happened to his mom?" You asked.

"Mr Moreau killed her and dumped her body in the bay." Cassandra answered casually.

Bela smacked her arm, "that's not true and you know it." She turned to you and her voice softened, "she disappeared one night and no one has seen her since."

"She's definitely at the bottom of the lake." Whispered Daniela as she nudged your arm.

An announcer tapped the microphone to get everyone's attention. The feedback whistled and whined loudly before dying out.

"Good evening everyone! Please put your hands together Lady Dimitrescu!"

Everyone clapped as Alcina walked up the stage, you gasped softly and your jaw dropped. You didn't think she could get more beautiful but she proved you wrong. She wore a feathered dress where the mixture of colors made it look as though she dragged fire behind her. Her shoulders were exposed, and her neck was adorned with pearls that drew attention to her defined collarbone. Her black hair was curled and framed her face perfectly. Alcina took the microphone in her hand, her smile radiated and dazzled like the lanterns above her.

"Thank you all for being here, now for the official opening of the summer festival so please find your dancing partner and meet on the dance floor."

You glanced over toward the sisters as Cassandra left and greeted a young brunette woman dressed in a yellow dress with sunflowers braided into her hair. Daniela took off running through the crowd and when she returned she was dragging a woman with black hair that looked lightly blue. She wasn't dressed up and covered head to toe in flour, but she smiled brightly behind Daniela. Daniela winked at you as she embraced the woman close to her, Bela remained by your side.

"Mind if I have this dance?" She asked politely.

You smiled brightly and nodded, you took her hand and followed her to the platform as her mother started singing. Her voice echoed throughout the entire village, it was smooth but raspy and deeper than her talking voice, very clearly a trained singer. Bela and you swayed to the music, she pushed you out and spun you around then back to her. You smiled and laughed when you returned to her, she wrapped her arms around your waist and you rested yours on her shoulders.

"So Bela, why didn't you have a dancing partner?"

"What do you mean? I have one right now." She answered.

"Before me." You rolled your eyes.

"Well....I never really cared for courting or dating. People have tried but, I've never felt any kind of attraction toward them. It wouldn't be fair to drag someone along if you're not fully committed. It's a blessing in disguise I suppose."

"Why do you say that?"

Bela chuckled humorously, "I'm to take over the Dimitrescu winery once my mother steps down. I've only seen a sliver of how much work she does so I wouldn't have time to date even if I wanted to. I don't mind though, I only hope my sisters find someone who treats them right.."

You hummed in thought but remained silent for the rest of the dance, goosebumps rose on your skin and you shivered. You glanced around until you caught Salvatore glaring at you and Bela, you furrowed your brow and turned back to Bela, trying to ignore the shivers of discomfort. The song ended and everyone clapped again, your stomach growled loudly which made Bela laugh and offer to go get something to eat. After looking at each stall you decided on a large bowl of noodles with meat and vegetables on top. Bela got the same, and the two of you stood next to a table to eat, Daniela and Cassandra joined shortly after; each of them had their own food as the music shifted again.

"So...tell me about your dancing partners." You started as you wiggled your eyebrows.

"Oh.." Daniela blushed, "well, that was Ina. We've been seeing each other for sometime now, I think it's getting serious." She sipped her drink.

Cassandra rolled her eyes, "they've been dating for two weeks. She always thinks it's serious."

"Well, who were you dancing with then Cassandra?" You smirked.

Cassandra coughed into her hand, "oh that...that was Johanna. She works with the blacksmith."

"And, Cassandra has had the hots for her since they were in elementary school but won't ask her out officially." Bela chided. 

As the evening progressed you laughed with the sisters as they told you stories about them and you returned with stories from home. The bell struck eight times and you decided to searched around the non-food stalls located down one of the village streets. Jewelry, home brewed alcohol, potted plants, toys, you name it and it was there. You stared at the plants for a long period of time then glanced at the remaining lei in your hand, after a long time deciding you picked a bright red flower. You paid the woman some lei then tilted your head at some seedlings.

"You wouldn't happen to have something viney? That could climb up some wooden structures?" You asked her.

The woman tapped her chin before she snapped her fingers and searched near the back of her stall. She came back with two little seedlings with a picture of purple flowers attached. Out front of the manor were a few tent-looking structures made from wood, these would look perfect growing around them. The woman handed them to you but you refused, you had no more money. She insisted and you thanked her profusely until you heard Angie calling you. You trotted off until you found her and accompanied her back to the manor with the plants hugged against your chest.

Back at the manor you placed the seedlings in the backroom where they would get plenty of sunlight. You eyed the red flower, a thought crossed your mind and you smirked to yourself as you picked up the flower and walked to the elevator. At the bottom you walked through the kitchen and stopped in front of the lord's bedroom, hesitantly you knocked on the door and awaited some kind of response. Of course, nothing came, so you sighed heavily and placed the flower in front of the door. 

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[prince-kallisto]

Saguaro and 1950s Femininity vs Masculinity

So, I was working on doing another clothing analysis (as I did with Larry’s suit), this time for Saguaro. However, the more I delved into Saguaro’s style, I realized how deep his insecurity lies, just through his clothes! Each piece of clothing connected more and more with the 1950s, the point I decided to make a separate post for the historical references. I will be making a post dedicated to analyzing his clothes though! ^_^

Quick disclaimer: I am not an expert in fashion or history, this is from my own personal knowledge, research, and passion on the topic. If there are any corrections or additions you’d like to make, please let me know!

Pokémon has lately been experimenting with more cultures outside of Japan, and has long history with Pokémon US. Even in the original Red and Blue, we have Lt. Surge aka the “Lightning American.” This trend continues within Saguaro, whose outfit immediately struck me as being inspired from American 1950s fashion.

The pink, yellow, and purple of his blouse is reminiscent of the 1950s color palette. These colors dominated interior design, fashion, and cars. The vertical stripes in his blouse were also a booming design trend in the 50s. French fashion was a huge inspiration to both Europe and America at the time, so it appeared in women’s clothing a lot. Now, the pink and yellow stripes give off a nearly-dated and sentimental look. But with his pants and shoes, he pulls it together in a contemporary, cute outfit (my future fashion analysis will go in-depth on this).

He wears a pink hair bow and his apron is adorned with a purple one. Again, bows were all in the rage in the 50s, especially as film stars like Audrey Hepburn influenced the fashion world. The bows were subtle and dainty, decorating the hair, waist, and neckline. It’s very significant that he wears an apron, one that even has a homemade touch. See the cute patches? The stitching on them implies he must have sewn them on himself. Anyways, the apron is practically the symbol of the 50s housewives.

When you think of the American 1950s, the image of the Housewife is probably what comes to mind. And although the role of the Housewife was, in reality, grueling, the romanticization still had a huge impact. America was in the Post War era, with men returning to their homes and families. As such, more women began to return to the household, as during the war, women took up the empty positions in the workforce. Not only did American ideals wanted people to revert back to the perfect family, the 50s was the period of the Cold War. It was basically a culture battle between America and Russia, which gave America all the more reason to spread their propaganda of the perfect, nuclear family. And as such, the feminine, submissive homemaker who kept the house tidy and had dinner ready with a smile. All while keeping up on latest fashion trends, of course. This was the made-up norm, not the reality, but the way it influenced gendered roles was irreparable.

This is not to say that Japanese culture has nothing to do with though. Quite the opposite in fact: it’s the key to understanding Saguaro’s insecurities. Post World War II, Japan started taking more influences from Western culture than ever, the boom starting around 1945. The Sengyo-shufu (専業主婦) was rising in popularity, meaning the “full-time housewife.” However, this was met with a controversial reception by Japanese women.

In 1955, an essay critiquing the housewife was submitted to a feminist magazine called Fujin Kōron (Women’s Review). The housewife, according to this essay, was a lazy consumer that only gossiped with other housewives, while her husband did all the dirty work. (I’d like to note how Saguaro says his classroom is a place where students gossip. He also considers his Home Ec classroom is be a “palace.”)

This sparked a scandalous debate (ronsō) in the magazine through essays, nicknamed the Housewife Debate, primarily between women. It went on from 1955 to 1979, through AT LEAST 33 essays. Since it was a feminist magazine, both Japanese working women and housewives were reading through this debate of what their role should be. Several essays defended housewives, while others took a neutral stance and said the home, kitchen, and work place weren’t gendered places. But as these were a product of passion, both working women and housewives were heavily insulted and criticized in these essays, pitting both sides against each other.

But what does Saguaro have to do with the 1950s and housewives??

Everything.

Saguaro symbolizes, and is a product of, the Housewife Debate and American propaganda. The pink, the apron, the bows: Definitely a subversion of what you would expect from an imposing man like him. But these aspects play into the image of the 1950s housewife. And as he’s the teacher of Home Economics, I don’t think it’s a coincidence.

But wait, (somehow) this isn’t all! Back to his outfit, let’s consider the loafers and suspenders. Generally masculine fashion that’s considered old-fashioned. Saguaro gives it a contemporary twist with the silver buckles, but it’s still very traditional, very gentlemanly. I’d like to note how the suspenders are holding up the apron.

With everything I discussed, you can see the conflicting ideals in his outfit; the mesh of traditionally masculine and feminine pieces. Saguaro is stuck in time with his perceptions of what a man is supposed to be, and his clothing reflects his beliefs. It’s why there’s references to the heavily-gendered 1950s

I know for a fact it isn’t a coincidence, because in this amazing post by @shinyhappydigistar, I learned that in Japanese, Saguaro uses an archaic pronoun: wagahai. It was used by masculine authority figures that demand respect. It’s also very arrogant. He’s trying to project his idea of masculinity as an attempt to hide his feminine interests.

Saguaro is deeply insecure about himself and the role he’s “supposed” to play as a man. It’s clear he loves what he does, but when it comes to how others see him, he’s terrified of others finding out. He even says so himself that he has some narrow-minded views. Embarrassment over liking sweets and cute things doesn’t come out of no where.

Here, he says “I’ve spent my entire life trying to maintain the image that others have of me.” It’s an insecurity stemming from his childhood, as something he must have experienced from the adults around him. Of course, we know very little of him in canon, but these lines imply incredibly important things about his character.

The history is important to consider in a multi-faceted way, because these subjects are complicated. Especially with characters like Saguaro, who seem to have grown up with a strict binary of gender expression. He is the “gruff yet homey” Mr. Saguaro, and he’s having trouble accepting both sides of himself. He’s pitting his perception of masculine and feminine ideals against each other, instead of accepting the fact he likes both.

I hope this provided some character insight, I was really shocked the more I broke down his outfit! But maybe that’s just me haha (*⁰▿⁰*) It bums me out that character design, especially clothing, is underestimated in media communication. There’s A LOT to be said in a character’s clothes- deliberately drawn. Pokémon is a shining example of this, as I’m also learning through this analysis journey. Saguaro is an incredibly complicated character built from complicated history and self-expression. A lot of love was put into all of the SV characters, each going through their own journeys in life, making them more real than ever. I hope you liked it! ^_^

[mrstepford]

The Prep Bet

Lila had always been a tomboy. Growing up, she preferred climbing trees and playing sports with the boys rather than playing with dolls and dressing up like the other girls. She was always confident in her own skin, never caring much about what others thought of her. One day, Lila's classmate, Victoria, challenged her to a bet. Victoria was known as the

richest, preppiest girl in school, always dressed in designer clothes and sporting the latest trends. The bet was simple: if Lila won, Victoria would have to donate her allowance to a charity of Lila's choice. But if Victoria won, Lila would have to let Victoria dress her up in preppy clothes, style her hair, and do her makeup for an entire week. Lila accepted the challenge, confident in her abilities. The bet was on. The competition was a game of basketball. It was Lila's favorite sport, and she was sure she would win. But as the game went on, Lila realized that Victoria was more skilled than she had thought. The game ended with a close score of 22-20, in Victoria's favor. Lila felt disappointed but knew she had to honor the bet. 

On day one of the bet, Lila woke up feeling uneasy. She was a bit nervous about how the other students in school would react to her new preppy appearance. She showed up to school in her usual clothes, but Victoria was waiting for her with an entire outfit. Victoria took Lila to the bathroom and started working her magic. She slipped Lila into her new clothes styled Lila's hair and applied makeup. She finished the transformation with a pair of pearl earrings. When Victoria was done Lila barely recognized herself in the mirror. The outfit consisted of a pink polo shirt with a white collar, tucked into a pair of white shorts that ended just above the knee. The shorts were accented with a pink and green ribbon belt that matched Lila's shirt. To complete the look, Victoria had chosen a pair of white canvas sneakers with green accents. 

Lila was surprised at how different she looked and felt a bit self-conscious as she made her way to school. As Lila walked through the school halls, she felt uncomfortable in her new outfit. It wasn't her style, and she couldn't wait to change back into her usual clothes. But as the day went on, Lila noticed something different. People were complimenting her on her appearance, something she wasn't used to. As the day came to a close, Lila changed back into her usual clothes, feeling relieved to be back to her normal self. Dreading what the next day will bring.

On day two of the bet, Victoria had a surprise for Lila. She had chosen a light blue and white tennis dress for Lila to wear, along and white tennis shoes. Lila had to admit that the outfit looked cute and preppy, but she still felt a bit nervous. After school, Victoria took Lila to a local tennis court. Lila felt a bit apprehensive about playing tennis. She had never played before and was worried about embarrassing herself. As they warmed up, Victoria gave Lila some tips on how to hold the racket and swing. Lila was surprised at how helpful Victoria was, considering that she was her preppy rival.

As they started playing, Lila found that she was actually enjoying herself. She wasn't great at tennis, but she was having fun and getting some exercise. Victoria was a good player and pushed Lila to do her best. After their game, Lila changed back into her regular clothes and thanked Victoria for the fun afternoon. She never would have thought that she would enjoy playing tennis, but she was grateful to Victoria for introducing her to a new sport. 

On day three of the bet, Victoria had another surprise in store for Lila. When they met up at school, Victoria was carrying a garment bag that contained Lila's outfit for the day.

As Lila opened the bag, she saw that Victoria had chosen an outfit that was similar to a preppy school uniform. The outfit consisted of a navy-blue pleated skirt, a white button-up blouse, and a navy-blue blazer with the school crest on the pocket. She also had knee-high white socks and a pair of loafers. To complete the look, Victoria styled Lila's hair in a way that complemented the preppy schoolgirl vibe.

First, Victoria brushed out Lila's long, wavy hair until it was smooth and tangle-free. Then, she sectioned off the top half of Lila's hair and pulled it back into a high, sleek ponytail. Using a small amount of hair gel, she smoothed down any flyaway and made sure the ponytail was tight and secure. Next, Victoria took the bottom half of Lila's hair and twisted it into a small bun at the nape of her neck. She secured the bun with a few bobby pins, making sure it was neat and tidy. Finally, Victoria added a small white bow to the base of the ponytail, giving the hairstyle a touch of schoolgirl charm.

As they walked through the halls of the school, Lila felt like she was part of an elite club. Other students looked at her differently, and she felt like she was standing out. Throughout

the day, Lila received compliments on her outfit from some of the other preppy students at the school. She even found herself starting to feel more confident and self-assured.

After school, Victoria took Lila to a preppy bookstore in the city. As they browsed the shelves, Lila found herself becoming more interested in preppy literature and culture. She was surprised to find that she was enjoying herself. As the day ended, Lila changed back into her regular clothes and thanked Victoria for another interesting day. She was starting to see that there was more to the preppy lifestyle than she had initially thought, and she was curious to see what Victoria had in store for her next.

On day four of the bet, Victoria decided to take things up a notch and dress Lila in a more sophisticated and classic preppy outfit. She picked out a pair of slim-fitting navy blue trousers, a white silk blouse, and a navy blazer. To complete the look, she added a pair of high-heeled navy pumps and a classic strand of pearls. Victoria had also styled Lila's hair in a classic updo and applied a more dramatic makeup look that was still in line with the preppy aesthetic.

As Lila looked at herself in the mirror, she was shocked at how sophisticated and refined she looked. She had never worn anything like this before, and she felt a bit out of her element. But she had to admit, the outfit looked amazing on her. Victoria arranged for them to leave class early and took Lila to a fancy restaurant for lunch, and the entire time, Lila felt like she was living in a different world. The food was delicious, and the atmosphere was sophisticated and elegant. Lila felt like she was rubbing shoulders with the upper class, even though she was just a high school student.

As the day came to a close, Lila changed back into her regular clothes and said goodbye to Victoria. She couldn't believe the transformation that had taken place over the

past few days. She had gone from a tomboy to a preppy girl, and she had to admit, she enjoyed the experience.

On day five of the bet, Victoria decided to dress Lila in a bright-colored Lily Pulitzer-styled dress, along with a matching set of pearl earrings and necklace. Lila was surprised by the outfit, as she had never worn anything quite like it before. The dress was a vibrant pink and green floral pattern, with a fitted waist and flared skirt. As Victoria styled Lila's hair and applied makeup, Lila couldn't help but feel excited about the day's plans. Victoria had told her that they were going to a polo match at her country club, and Lila was curious to see what it would be like.

Once they arrived at the country club, Lila was in awe of the stunning scenery and elegant atmosphere. She had never been to a polo match before, and she found herself fascinated by the game and the traditions that went along with it. As the match began, Lila found herself feeling grateful for the pearl earrings and necklace that Victoria had chosen for her. They gave her an extra boost of confidence and made her feel like she belonged in this preppy world. Throughout the day, Lila and Victoria mingled with the other members of the club, watching the game, and enjoying the social scene. Lila found herself having a great time, despite her initial reservations about the bet.

As the match came to a close and they made their way back to the car, Lila couldn't help but feel a little bit sad that the bet was soon coming to an end. She had enjoyed the experience more than she had thought she would, and she had gained a new appreciation for the preppy lifestyle. Victoria smiled at her and said, "You look great, Lila. I think you could be a preppy girl if you wanted to be." Lila thought about it for a moment and realized that she had changed more than just her style during this bet. She had opened herself up to new experiences and learned to appreciate things that she might not have given a chance before.

On the sixth day of the bet, which was a Saturday, Victoria had another surprise in store for Lila. She dressed Lila in an equestrian outfit, complete with tall boots, fitted riding pants, and a riding jacket. Lila had never ridden a horse before, but she was excited to try it out. After they arrived at the stables, Lila was introduced to a beautiful horse named Misty.

She was a bit nervous at first, but Victoria gave her a quick lesson on how to ride, and soon Lila was confidently trotting around the ring. Lila was surprised at how much she enjoyed riding. She loved the feeling of freedom that came with being on horseback, and she found herself wanting to ride more and

more.

After their riding lesson, Victoria surprised Lila with a change of clothes. She dressed Lila in an outfit that a lady would wear to the Kentucky Derby - a wide-brimmed hat, a fitted dress, and a pair of high heels. As they made their way to the horse races, Lila felt a bit out of her element in the fancy outfit. But once they arrived at the track, she was swept up in the excitement of the race. Victoria showed her how to place a bet, and they watched as the horses raced around the track. Lila found herself cheering for a horse that Victoria had picked, and to her surprise, it ended up winning the race.

As they left the track, Lila couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had tried something new and had enjoyed it. She was starting to see that the preppy lifestyle wasn't just about fashion and style - it was about embracing new experiences and enjoying life to the fullest.

As the day ended, Lila and Victoria sat down for dinner, both of them feeling a bit sentimental. They had formed an unexpected friendship during the bet, and Lila knew that she would miss their adventures together.

On the seventh and final day of the bet, Victoria had one last surprise for Lila. She dressed her in an outfit that was fitting for church. It was a knee-length emerald green dress made of a soft, flowy material. The dress had a round neckline and cap sleeves, giving it a classic and modest look. The waistline of the dress was cinched with a black leather belt, adding a touch of preppy style. Plus, a pair of black leather ankle boots with a small heel, which added a bit of sophistication to the outfit. To complete the look, Victoria had styled Lila's hair in loose waves, giving it a natural and effortless look. She had also applied a subtle makeup look, using a light red lipstick and a touch of blush to add a bit of color to Lila's face.

Lila was surprised by the outfit, as she had never been to church before. Victoria explained that the preppy lifestyle wasn't just about fashion and social events, but also about values like community, charity, and faith. As they made their way to the church, Lila felt a sense of nervousness. She had never been to a religious service before, and she wasn't sure what to expect. But as they walked through the doors of the church, Lila felt a sense of peace and comfort wash over her. The interior of the church was beautiful, with stained glass

windows and ornate decorations. The congregation was warm and welcoming, and Lila found herself feeling grateful for the sense of community that the church provided.

As the service began, Lila listened to the sermon and found herself nodding along with the message. She realized that the preppy lifestyle wasn't just about outward appearances - it was about living a life of integrity, kindness, and compassion. After the service, Victoria and Lila spoke with some of the members of the church, and Lila was struck by their kindness and generosity. They had invited her to come back and attend more services, and Lila knew that she would take them up on their offer.

As they walked back to the car, Victoria turned to Lila and said, "I hope you've learned something from this bet, Lila. I know I have." Lila smiled and nodded, feeling grateful for the experience. She had learned that there was more to life than just her own perspective and that trying new things could lead to unexpected joy and growth. As they parted ways, Lila knew that she had gained more than just a new wardrobe from the bet - she had gained a new perspective on life, and a new friend in Victoria.

 

On day 9, the bet was over, but Lila had gotten so used to dressing in preppy outfits that she didn't even realize that she had picked out another preppy outfit for school. Lila had

chosen to wear a light pink collared shirt with a white pleated skirt and a pair of brown loafers. The shirt was neatly tucked into the skirt, and Lila had accessorized with a small pearl necklace and earrings that matched perfectly with the outfit.

As Lila walked into school, she received a lot of compliments on her outfit, but she didn't understand why everyone was making such a big deal about it. To her, it was just a 

comfortable and practical outfit that she had put together without thinking too much about it.

It wasn't until Victoria pointed it out to her that Lila realized she had subconsciously embraced the preppy style. Victoria couldn't help but laugh at the realization, and Lila couldn't help but smile and shrug it off. She had grown to love the preppy style, and she knew that it would always be a part of her fashion sense from now on.

[occasional-musings]

Color Gang + Purple Illustrations,

In the order in which I drew them, from latest to earliest.

1. Yellow in a lab coat and goggles, surrounded by clouds of redstone dust

2. Red, dressed as a Dungeons and Dragons druid, holding Reuben

3. Green, singing and carrying a fishing rod, wearing a ballgown inspired by AvM ep. 21 and a string of Ender Pearls

4. The Second Coming, dressed in his doodled-over pajamas containing references to AvM and AvA episodes

5. Blue, carrying a bow, wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt with netherwart designs on them, both stained with dirt. There are also potion motifs in the upper right corner.

6. Purple, my first illustration, looking upwards, carrying a staff, dressed in a poet blouse with a cravat.

I am posting this now as I am considering giving up Tumblr for Lent. And also to concentrate better on my studies. So, if you don't hear from me for the next 40-47 days, that's why.

I have been meaning to post all this for a while now but had been procrastinating.

Anyways, I just wanted to say to the Animations vs. Minecraft and Animator vs. Animations fandom, it has been wonderful getting to be here!! You all are so artistic, intelligent, and so welcoming. This month literally was so amazing, pushing me in many creative ways.

Now for specific thanks:

1) @tallsc and @inksandpensblog, for you character analyses and being my first intro to the Tumblr side of the fandom.

2) @rigatoniiiiiiii for reblogging my posts and inspiring me to draw again. I was especially inspired by the post of Green and Purple flying midair, sharing a kiss under the stars.

3) @flowerbarrel , @tulipsempai , @occatorcreator , and all the other creators, for putting so much love into your works. It honestly warms up my day seeing you guys post.

I am on AO3, under the username The_Outlandish_Poisoner, if you want to read more of my work.

I'll probably be back on Tumblr sometime in April. May you all fare well. Thanks and godspeed.

Signing off,

Occasional-musings

[iiftnepal]

New Blouse Design in Nepal: A Guide to Blouse Design for Saree

When it comes to new blouse design in Nepal, sarees are a popular choice among women for various occasions, be it weddings, festivals, or special gatherings. However, no saree ensemble is complete without the right blouse design for saree in Nepal. In Nepal, as in many other parts of the world, the blouse design plays a pivotal role in enhancing the overall look of the saree. Let's explore the latest blouse design in Nepal trends and the various types of blouse patterns that you can choose from.

Blouse Design in Nepal:

In recent years, Nepal has seen an evolution in blouse designs in Nepal, with a fusion of traditional and contemporary styles. These new blouse design in Nepal cater to the diverse preferences of Nepali women and offer a wide range of options for every occasion.

Here are some of the latest blouse design trends in Nepal you can find in Nepal:

Kanjeevaram Blouse: Kanjeevaram sarees are a popular choice in Nepal, and to complement these silk sarees, intricate zari work and traditional blouse designs are favored.

Embroidered Blouse: Embroidery work on blouses has gained popularity, with artisans in Nepal creating stunning designs that range from traditional to modern.

Mirror Work Blouse: Blouses adorned with small mirrors or reflective embellishments are in vogue, giving a vibrant and eye-catching appeal.

Patchwork Blouse: Nepali fashion enthusiasts are embracing eclectic patchwork blouses that incorporate different fabrics and patterns.

Cape Blouse: To add drama and elegance to their saree ensemble, many Nepali women opt for cape blouses with attached or detachable capes.

High Neck Blouse: High neck blouses have made a comeback, offering a sophisticated and elegant option for saree lovers.

Types of Blouse Patterns:

When selecting a blouse design for saree in Nepal, it's important to consider your body type, the occasion, and your personal style. Here are some common types of blouse patterns to choose from:

Princess Cut Blouse: Featuring a fitted bodice with vertical seams, this blouse design creates a tailored and flattering look.

Halter Neck Blouse: With straps that wrap around the neck, halter neck blouses are perfect for showcasing toned shoulders.

Backless Blouse: These blouses have an open back, adding a touch of glamour to your saree ensemble.

Boat Neck Blouse: Characterized by a wide, horizontal neckline, boat neck blouses can be paired with various sarees.

Off-Shoulder Blouse: Off-shoulder blouses expose the shoulders, providing a modern and stylish appearance.

Ruffled Blouse: Adding playful ruffles to the sleeves or neckline creates a feminine and trendy look.

Puff Sleeve Blouse: Puff sleeves with gathered or pleated fabric add a vintage-inspired touch.

Conclusion:

In Nepal, as in many other parts of the world, the blouse design is a crucial component of the saree ensemble. The new blouse design trends in Nepal cater to the diverse fashion preferences of women, offering a blend of tradition and modernity. Whether you prefer a Kanjeevaram blouse, an embroidered masterpiece, or a contemporary off-shoulder design, there are numerous blouse patterns to choose from to complete your saree look in style. Explore the latest blouse design in Nepal and find the perfect one to suit your taste and the occasion.

[fayewonglibrary]

'I trust my feelings and musical instincts' (1994)

Tinted follicles fashionably "chopped" into a spiky mass, Hong Kong singer Faye Wong sauntered into the Marina Mandarin ballroom sporting a pair of sunglasses. Her gait was languidly nonchalant; her face was a study in boredom.

Rumors that she is an aloof, haughty and distant celebrity had circulated long before she flew into town with several other Hong Kong stars to perform at a charity show in aid of the National Kidney Foundation.

At the concert's press conference last week, Wong certainly seemed to live up to the reputation. While fellow performers like Jacky Cheung and The Grasshoppers dispensed smiles and niceties liberally, Wong remained, for the most part, reticent.

A few of us reporters were, hence, prepared for a difficult interview when we met her the next day in an SBC dressing room. Wong was up on Caldecott Hill rehearsing for the concert.

Surprise! Miss Icy Cool was actually rather pleasant.

"I don't know how to react in strange surroundings or when I come into contact with people I don't know. I just freeze up. That's why I don't even have my own fan club. I wouldn't know what to say to them," she said softly. "Maybe that's why people think I'm haughty," she added.

During the interview, Wong was, admittedly, a trifle awkward at times but she was far from uncooperative and diffuclt as recent Taiwanese press reports alleged.

The charges sprang from the singer's refusal to clown around on a TV program while she was in Taipei to promote her latest Mandarin album, Bewitched. "I will not do something which does not come naturally. The results will be horrible. I will look silly; the other party will not look good too," said Wong who made her singing debut in 1990. That explains why she left for New York in 1992 after recording her first three albums.

"I didn't feel comfortable with the image the company had projected for me; I felt they were making me out to be someone I wasn't," she said referring to the Madonna clone she was in her early days.

"I went to New York to find myself. I took voice lessons, I went to plays, I absorbed the vibrant cultural scene," she said. She came back to Hong Kong after a year, revitalized and recharged.

"I got my self-confidence back; I resolved to be myself and not anything else." The confidence is reflected in her singing which has become a lot more soulful, emotive and richly-textured.

She brushes off any comparisons with Western contemporaries like Bjork and Ricki Lee Jones. "I don't imitate other singers. I just go with my feelings. I trust my feeling and musical instincts."

Unlike many Hong Kong singers, Wong also pens her own lyrics and has been praised for the verses in her hit, Unregrettably Obsessive. She also chooses her own songs. "I try not to record songs which I don't like."

Her self-assurance is also reflected in the way she dresses. Wong, who wore a provocative see-through dress which revealed her underwear at an awards ceremony earlier this year, is definitely one of Hong Kong's best and most fashionably dressed women.

"I've never deliberately dressed to provoke. I dress according to my moods," said the 1.72-m singer who looked alluring in a skintight blouse by Martin Margiela, one of Belgium's most promising young designers.

The Beijing-born Wong insists she is a conservative Chinese woman. "I am not ambitious; I don't hope for much in life. As long as I make enough money to spend, I'm happy," she said.

She does, however, concede that she is independent. "I've been like that from young. I don't tell my family my troubles," said this daughter of an engineer and a classical singer who migrated to Hong Kong from China several years ago.

"I believe a person has to solve his own problems and make his own decisions in life." She does not seem to be doing too good a job at it though, judging from her pale and wan appearance.

"Yes, I've been rather fragile of late. My stomach's been giving me problems, I tire easily and I just don't have any appetite," confessed the singing siren who tips the scales at 50 kg.

Discovered by one of Hong Kong's most influential voice coaches, Tai See Chong, when she was just 18, Wong has also taken to acting. So far, she has made three TV serials including The Legendary Ranger, a sci-fi adventure with heartthrob Leon Lai.

She is currently shooting her first movie, which is directed by Wong Kar Wai, Hong Kong's most stylish film-maker.

Away from the recording studio and film set, Wong sleeps at home and listens to music by Sting, Sinead O'Connor and R.E.M. "My record company wishes I would be more hardworking but I really can't handle too much work. I must have time to relax."

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SOURCE: THE STRAITS TIMES

[northofneverland]

OKAY ONE MORE THING

but i just got done watching one of the latest episodes of What We Do In The Shadows and there was swords involved and

hear me out

BLACKSMITH

OSAMU

BLACKSMITH!OSAMU ALL SWEATY OVER A FIRE FKAKCKQKJCJWIXNAX

All I can see is Osamu as Will Turner and I am more than okay with that. Actually, I might die of thirst.

blacksmith!osamu prefers to work alone in his shop. The heat of his forge, the grinding of metal meeting stone and the glint of a finished blade bring a sense of comfort to him that can't easily be replicated. His hulking figure, and shadow, might seem intimidating, but all the local children know that despite his large exterior, he's excited to help them learn his craft.

blacksmith!osamu trains with each weapon he creates to ensure they are battle ready. Just because he's not in the kingdom's military doesn't mean he doesn't know his way around a blade. He was once rumoured to be a fierce sellsword duo with his brother Atsumu, who is now a knight in the king's guard. Often, various swordsmen will train with him when they have a few days off, and more often than not, they find themselves knocked to the ground during these sparring sessions.

blacksmith!osamu, who is honoured to be commissioned by the princess of the kingdom to create a longsword for her bodyguard. (The princess may or may not have gotten his information from a swordsman she knows well, who, just so happens one of his closest friends).

blacksmith!osamu, who is waiting in the princess' wing with the finished blade in a sturdy box tucked under his arm. He's wearing his best linen poet blouse underneath a simple yet tidy brown vest. Despite scrubbing down his hands a few times, there is still a hint of grime and grease on his hands. However, his resemblance to his brother is uncanny, garnering him a few double takes from knights and ladies of all statuses as he is escorted into the waiting area.

blacksmith!osamu, who rises when the princess enters the room, followed quickly by you, who is introduced to him as the princess' lady in waiting and her tutor. While he's heard of the princess' beauty, his eyes are fixed on you, and he nearly stumbles over his feet as you offer him a small curtsy and apologize for being late.

blacksmith!osamu, who is skeptical when you lift the blade out of the box but soon realizes how natural it looks in your hands as you properly adjust your grip on the hilt before taking a few calculated and measured swings. He is entranced at how you become one with the blade and how your motions seem practiced as if they are second nature to you. You catch his slack-jawed expression as you complete another flourish with the blade before nestling it back into its case, a sly smile plastered on your face. 

blacksmith!osamu, who looks at you with greater interest as you admire the blade in the case, barely paying attention to his conversation with the princess. He doesn't realize he's agreed to making you a weapon until he hears you asking him when he's free for you to swing by his shop to iron out a design.

blacksmith!osamu, who demands his friend, Nanami, find out all he can about you before your visit, so he doesn't look like an idiot in his own shop. He's never felt nervous about creating a blade until now and yet, he feels that this might be his best one yet.

[my-shields-are-down]

What about now?

———

Lucy slid into a booth in the back of La Torres and ordered three tequila shots with beer chasers.

Her back against the wall, she found the three emergency exists and windows she could break through in an emergency. Deep breath in… 2…3…. Hold …2…3…. Out…2…3…. Sigh. She’d been back from her latest UC assignment and was really struggling to remember life before it.

She’d been “gone” for 18 months working undercover for the Feds both state side and abroad, as a chemist /designer of a really mellow high…. Back in Los Angeles for 10 days now and still couldn’t sleep through the night without waking up in a panic, scared and alone. Her UC fiancé was the son of the largest opium dealer/cartel/organization in Mainland China.

She’d nearly died twice dismantling the organization from the inside. Her fiancé ran the business while Dad negotiated contracts and meted out punishment for disobedience within the ranks. Lucy had a very long scar from being on the receiving end of that punishment - before the police broke down the door she thought she was going to die.

While under cover, she had transformed herself into a sleek, confident, power broker- who had mad knife skills and fought like a ninja. Tamara has called her “Tiger Moth” - a member of the League of Assassins, trained by Raj Al Ghul to fight for those who could not fight for themselves. Tamara didn’t know how close she was to the truth. Tamara was the one person she kept in touch with - sworn to secrecy - who moved to NY to pursue an advanced degree in criminal psychology.

Angela and Nyla arrived with her tequila - and all 3 hugged and cried at the reunion. They settled back into the booth, toasted each other and did the shots.

Angela leaned back and studied Lucy. She was beautiful, confident, but oh so quiet. Beneath the dark green silk blouse, Lucy looked a tad thin. Angela could see the end of a long knife scar on her arm running from pinky to collarbone and almost expertly fixed. Jackson’s St. Michael medal glinted softly on her chest. Angela also saw the whisper of a scar beneath her cheek bone…. This was no longer a girl shooting out rainbows and sunshine. This was a force to be reckoned with who quietly assessed everything around her, who had her guard up, who cloaked her brilliance and sunshine. This Lucy was lethal.

[Angela’s heart broke a little for her. She picked up her phone to take a pic of Nyla and Lucy and quickly texted Tim. “Las Torres. Come now, but stay out of sight until I text you.”]

Lucy turned to Nyla and said, “I should have listened to you…. About the cost I mean.. I didn’t fully understand the cost I would pay excelling at this kind of job. You warned me but I didn’t listen. I don’t know how to get back what I have lost.” Nyla reached forward and grabbed her hand, “I know honey. I know. We’ll help you figure it out and figure out your next steps.”

They spent the next hour catching Lucy up on birthdays, weddings (Smitty and Patrice was a surprise), promotions, transfers, etc.

“You can tell me about him. You don’t have to edit your stories to exclude him. Is he happy? Did he get married and become a dad like he wanted?” The last time she had seen Tim, they argued and said awful things to one another. They’d fought so long and hard to be together and being with him was everything she ever wanted.

And then she was overwhelmed and afraid. She thought he wanted everything all at once and freaked out, and doubted that he loved her… no she doubted her worthiness to be loved by him. She was terrified of messing it up, so she blew it up before he could break her heart.

The last thing she said to him was, “I hate you. I’m doing this assignment - thanks for nothing.”

She had stormed out slammed the door and left the next morning, without a word. Those private transatlantic flights are excellent for sobbing out your pain and frustration and realizing what you’ve lost. In an instant, she lost her home, her happiness, her love.

She’d lost everything, so she dove in head first and learned everything she could, using a distant family connection to “meet” her future fiancé at a party. They never saw her coming.

——-

Tim had been painting the 3rd bedroom when he received the text from Angela. Once he and Genny had sold their childhood home, he upgraded his house to a larger house in Carlson Park near Culver City - 10 minutes from the ocean and 30 from the office. More bedrooms, more space, a pool, near a dog park, near good schools.

He dropped his paint roller when he saw her picture. “Lucy.” Lucy took his breath away. Still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But this Lucy looked lost… gorgeous, but afraid. Striking, but hollow almost. He didn’t think he could love her more, but he did. “She’s finally home.”

Tim grabbed his keys and was in his car in record time. “Don’t let her leave.”

——-

When he got to the bar, Tommy the bartender pointed to the back corner of the bar, behind a pole. Stand there- you can see everything, but she’ll never see you. Whiskey in hand, Tim studied the face he knew by heart.

Lucy. His Lucy.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw her fiddle with the opal ring on her finger.

He was such an idiot. He had pushed all of her buttons 18 months ago, and knew he was doing it, making her lash out and hurt him back. Pain, and loneliness and longing. Back then that’s what he thought he deserved - his old default. Now, 18 months later after extensive therapy, many, many Tamara talks, and thousands of hours of self-reflection and forgiveness, he knew she was it for him.

He’d loved her forever and in lifetimes before. She was his home, his serenity, his joy and his lifetime love.

DING! “Ask Tommy to play D17 and loop around the bar until you are standing behind me.”

Tim stood up, spoke to Tommy and started moving around the bar. In the past, Lucy would’ve sensed him nearby. But not now. He inched closer.

Shadows fill an empty heart, As love is fading, From all the things that we are, Are not saying

Can we see beyond the scars, And make it to the dawn?

Change the colors of the sky, And open up to, The ways you made me feel alive, The ways I loved you

For all the things that never died, To make it through the night

Love will find you….

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Angela looked at Nyla and said, “Tim? He’s pretty good. He was promoted again - he’s now our watch commander. Grey was promoted to Captain. Tamara moved in to his spare bedroom after you’d been gone 6 months. And she’s been helping him, well, we’ve all been helping him refurbish his new house. He was a bit of a zombie when you left - lots and lots of anger, anguish and surliness. Your mom actually helped him - gave him a referral to clear out his brain demons.

What about now? What about today? What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love never went away? What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late… What about now?

He’s a very different person now. But he had to battle to get here.

Last week Tamara asked him to walk her down the aisle and give her away. Everyone cried, and your puppy made Tim cry. Openly. Ugly crying. So ugly. Lucy - you gave us our friend back. Fighting for you did that.

The sun is breaking in your eyes, To start a new day, This broken heart can still survive

With a touch of your grace, As shadows fade into the light, I am by your side, Where love will find you

As far as his social status, why don’t you ask him yourself?” Angela slid out of the booth and pulled Lucy with her, then turned her around so she was facing Tim.

At first, they just stared at each other. She couldn’t believe it. He was seriously hot like WHO MAMA. He couldn’t believe she was finally, FINALLY here. As their eyes met, the electricity between them reignited.

What about now? What about today? What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love never went away? What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late… what about now?

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, you’re all I ever needed. “ - Lucy said

“you’re still the one that I love, the only one I dream of, the one I want for life.” - said Tim as he rushed forward and picked Lucy up. Her legs immediately wrapped around him as their lips finally met.

Now that we're here, Now that we've come this far, Just hold on

There is nothing to fear, For I am right beside you, For all my life

I am yours

——-

Lucy and Tim got married a week later.

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I’m guessing there’s gonna be a time jump in Season 5, and I wondered what would happen if Tim and Lucy were apart both emotionally and physically during the jump. What would happen when they saw each other again?

I also love pop music and love songs. Several are in this story.

I love the idea of Tamara asking Dadford to walk her down the aisle.

And here’s the house I picture Tim working on: 3980 Astaire Ave, Culver City, CA 90232. Check it out on Zillow, see if you can tell why I picked it.

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