#love a glam-ma

[mara-and-its-the-same]

was gonna scour etsy for silk scarves to where when i take the roof off my jeep, and then it struck me i can just scour my grandma’s closet

(me and the girls btw)

[aphrogeneias]

in plain sight — one-shot

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x assistant!reader, rockstar!steve harrington x assistant!reader (one-sided)

summary: corroded coffin has a substitute drummer for the last dates of their stadium tour, and he's everything eddie dislikes, but his aggravation towards the drummer turns into something more when he starts getting a little too close to you.

word count: 3k

warnings: smut (+18), secret relationship, jealousy, possessiveness. steve isn't a bad guy but eddie sees him that way. bathroom sex, exhibitionism, finger sucking, fingering, unprotected sex.

author's note: this is based on a request by the lovely @thornsnvultures and i went a little overboard with it <3 oops.

As the house party raged around him, Eddie was not enjoying himself.

Everything was bothering him. The way the railing was digging to his back as he slouched back on it, his beer was getting warmer by the second, the buzz of whatever he'd smoked back inside long gone. He was in a mansion in Bel Air, overlooking the hills, celebrating selling out one of the biggest shows of his career yet, but he felt miserable.

If you were there, you'd tell him he was being dramatic, but that was exactly his problem — you weren't.

It was the last leg of the tour and you'd been beyond busy, busier than usual. Being their tour manager’s assistant, you had to be everywhere with Rick, and Rick had been working nonstop to make sure everything was happening accordingly. You'd been traveling back and forth, working late, helping the supporting bands as well.

Eddie was proud of you, but he missed you like hell.

What was bothering him the most, however, was not your absence, but the presence of someone else. See, Gareth had pulled a stunt that had cost Corroded Coffin their beloved drummer — a stunt that involved a risky jump and a hotel pool, and ended in a broken arm and a mild concussion.

They had to hire a substitute drummer, and Steve Harrington came with good recommendations, and a reputation to match. He'd played with multiple different glam metal bands in the past, and while that wasn't the band’s usual style, they were desperate and on a tight schedule. Steve and his excessive hair routine would have to do.

Except that Eddie couldn't stand the guy and his show-off attitude. It was one thing to demand attention on stage, something he was acquainted with, but he was constantly surrounded by people, talking loudly, making demands and getting on his nerves.

The worst was when you were around, which was — and Eddie had never thought he would even say this — thankfully not much.

Eddie understood, believe him. Being near you was tempting enough, and he knew he wasn't the only man, or woman, who felt this way in your presence. It didn't mean he was okay with it, especially when he couldn't publically stake his claim on you.

You were his, even if nobody knew. If he had his way, the whole world would.

Whenever you were able to be around, Steve was all over you, claiming he needed help adapting. He always needed a favor or two, all of which Eddie doubted were really a necessity. You smiled and obliged, as always. It made Eddie’s blood boil, the way he always seemed to stand a little too close to you, running a hand through his hard and batting his eyelashes at you.

Regrettably, it also made Eddie feel like a hypocrite. Before you were together, that's exactly what he would do to get your attention, and he still does — asking for favors only to have you all to himself, sneaking you into an empty room to spread you out on the nearest surface, to feel you close.

The only difference was that Steve had no right to, whether he knew it or not.

Eddie made his way back inside of the house, grabbing a bottle of whiskey that was left half full on the rail near him. He took a generous sip as he watched the scene developing in front of him. Steve sat in the middle of the couch, surrounded by their guests, a groupie in each arm, and they hung onto his every word.

“Hey, man!” From the other side of the room, the drummer waved him over with a smile, and a cigarette hanging on the side of his lips. “Come sit with us!”

The guitarist waved back, but with no intention of following through. Just then, two people walked in the front door. An older man in a brown coat and a woman on his arm, and right behind them, you. A vision in a fur coat, the one he got you while in Europe, and the knee high boots he loved so much.

Your eyes met through the crowded living room, and he fought the urge to run to you and hold you tight, lift you in his arms and make you yelp as he squeezed you tight. Neither of you moved, though.

There was a slight movement of your head, a discreet nod he knew well. Later.

Another nod. Another swig of the bottle on his hand. Later.

Watching you move around the house, mingling with the guests, making the rounds by Rick’s side was torture.

Sweet, sweet torture. Following your hips with his eyes, swaying as you walked. Watching your lips wrap around the bottle of beer handed to you by another man, the lipstick print left around the neck that he wished was on him.

He was getting tipsy, and probably obvious with his constant staring. Not that he cared, really.

Time passed as he did his own socializing. Fellow musicians, big shot executives, journalists trying to get a piece of him. Always one eye on you.

Distracted with making small talk with the guitarist from another band, he almost missed you passing right beside him, bumping delicately into him, and carefully placing a hand on his arm.

Just a small run of your thumb over his skin had him folding.

Eddie excused himself, following you to the most crowded part of the living room, where everyone was too distracted by the loud music coming from the big loudspeakers near the wall, or too under the influence of something or other to care who's around them.

The light was low, your eyes glowing under the black eyeliner around them, seeing right through him from where you stood, resting your body against the wall.

“Hey.”

The shy smile glistened on your pretty lips. He desperately wanted to kiss it off. Instead, he just answered, “Hey, you.”

He got closer, close enough to brush your body with his, watching your thighs fall open for him to fit between them. His lips laid a soft kiss on your cheek, and you turned slightly to nuzzle his nose with yours.

He was finally able to breathe.

“Are you okay?” Watching him closely, your eyes ran over his features. “What's got you all pouty like this, huh?”

Your hand caught his chin, pinching it between your fingers, squishing his lips together. He held your wrist in a reverent palm, removing your hand and kissing your fingers.

“‘M tired, and I missed you.”

You squinted at him. “That's not all, though. Is it?”

He sighed, long and still a little irritated. “Steve is getting on my fucking nerves.”

“I knew it.” You smiled, triumphant. “Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

“You knew it?”

“Baby, you are too obvious. Everybody knows, even Rick and he's stoned most of the time. Lucky for you, Steve doesn't seem to care, or if he does, he doesn't let on.”

You had an amused look on your face, lips downturned comically as to imitate his own. Eddie couldn't help himself, and leaned in to bite your cheek, playfully growling as he did it. Stop it, you cried out, pushing him off of you.

“I don't care what he thinks. I'm just glad he'll be gone soon.”

“What is it about him that has you all worked up, anyway?”

Your question made him mentally start listing all of the reasons the drummer got him like that. Center of attention, cares too much about his looks, tries to steal his girl. The last reason was the main one, but he wasn't about to tell you that.

Instead, he points to the couch where he's still sitting, soaking up on the attention he's being given. Glowing under the gaze of the adorning crowd around him. “Look at him,” Eddie rolled his eyes, and forgot for a moment how exasperated he was when you giggled, leaning in close, “seriously! We're not that kind of band.”

“Are you saying you're not a band of handsome guys?” You purred, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to look your sulking boyfriend in the eye.

“That's not what I…” He huffed, eyebrows pinched, full-on pouting. “You think he's handsome?”

“Now it's my turn to say that's not what I meant.”

Eddie pulled you further into the corner, frustrated that he could only hold you like this in public in dark corners, hiding you in plain sight. His hands pulled you impossibly closer by the waist, and turned you so that your back was pressed against the wall.

His lips traveled lazily over the soft skin of your neck, taking in your scent, the taste of sweat and smoke and something uniquely you, biting on the sensitive place where your neck met your shoulder. He wished he could hear the sweet sounds he was pulling from you, but the deep bass coming from the nearby loudspeaker kept them from him.

“Don't want to talk anymore.” Eddie mumbled, kissing up your neck again, leaving wet kisses in his wake. “Want you.”

Pulling on his curls, you made him look at you as you giggled again, and for the first time that night, Eddie forgot what was bothering him in the first place. You leaned in to kiss him, smiling into his lips, “You started it.”

You stay like that for a moment, savoring each other. Stealing a taste or two, each kiss made sweeter by the urge of a borrowed moment. When he was just starting to push you against the wall a little harder, hands grasping your waist with unbridled need, you pulled away.

Eddie tried his best not to show his frustration, lowering his forehead to rest on your shoulder. Lovingly, you ran a hand over his hair, “I need to make the rounds a little more, and then we'll be outta here, ‘kay? We can leave together, we'll figure out a way.”

“I hate this.”

He didn't need to say more. He knew you understood.

“I know.” You whispered, and kissed his temple, making him sigh. “I don't like it either, but you got me for the rest of the night. I promise.”

You had to part ways, again. The promise of later still hung in the air, thick like molasses.

Trying to disguise his growing frustration, Eddie let himself be dragged outside by his friends, who were always trying to find a way to make drinking games more extreme with each passing party.

He stood to the side until he grew bored again, antsy with thoughts of you, knowing you were just in his reach. When he came back inside, he froze right in front of the glass doors.

“What the fuck?”

The aggravated mumble slipped out, along with the last thread of his self-control.

Steve was finally able to corner you. He'd left behind the girls that were all over him earlier to talk to you, standing in the middle of the room. You were smiling politely as he gesticulated, likely telling you a story with the intention to impress you.

Eddie was not impressed, not in the least.

He was already making his way towards you, his feet working faster than his alcohol-addled brain, when he saw Steve reach for you, putting a hand on your arm. It was an innocent touch at first glance, just a run of his thumb over your bicep, but the drummer was getting closer, lowering his gaze.

Your expression was guarded, but you were caught by surprise when Eddie reached you. Eyes widened as you caught his tight, forced smile, already putting one hand on the small of your back.

“Harrington! Steve, buddy. Do you mind if I steal Miss Y/L/N here for a moment?” He said, already pulling you away. He'd be damned if he waited another second. “I need to discuss some last minute details about the next show.”

“C’mon, man! We're in the middle of a party. Work can wait.” Steve argued, trying to get you back.

“Can't argue with a creative genius. Sorry, Steve!” You chimed in, allowing yourself to be led in the direction of the stairs.

Eddie could tell you were trying not to laugh as he guided up the stairs and through the hall, filled with people too high to notice the two of you, and another couple practically fucking against the wall next to one of the bedrooms. He pulled you in the first bathroom, but not before taking the bandana off his pocket and tying it around the golden door handle.

Busy. Please, do not disturb.

As soon as the door was locked, he pressed you against it, needing to feel your body against his. “What was that, Eddie?”

His hand went to the back of your neck, eyes blazing, set on your face. “I can't fucking stand it when he thinks he can get close to you.” Lips lower to touch the sensitive skin of your neck, delivering rough kisses, raising goosebumps all over your body. “Put his hand on you. You're mine.”

Between a heavy sigh, you whine. “He doesn't know, baby.”

“I don't care.” He was doing too much at once, but it's not enough. His hands were everywhere — on your waist, down to your hips, under the swell of your breasts, wandering over the soft fabric of your dress. His mouth abused your neck and collarbones, leaving his mark behind with tongue and teeth. “I’ll tell him. Let’im know you're taken.”

“Yeah? Gonna tell him I'm all yours?” Eddie lifts his head to meet your gaze, and he's faced with the little smirk growing on your lips. “Tell him you own me?”

He knew you were teasing him, but he was not in the mood for that. “Goddamn right, I do.”

You're given a bruising kiss, then. Full of meaning. It says mine, mine, mine. Your mouths moved frantically, your lips sucking on his tongue, his teeth sinking on your bottom lip. Pushing and pulling and taking.

One of the hands that were on your waist traveled up to your chin, pulling your mouth away from his, and replacing it with two of his fingers, which you take willingly, spreading your pretty lips open for him. “Suck,” he ordered.

Without breaking eye contact, you sucked on his fingers, making a show out of it, narrowing your cheeks and lavishing them with your eager tongue, making him throb in his tight jeans. His other hand lifted your dress up to your waist, and lowered your panties to rest down the curve of your ass, just enough for him to feel you with his now spit slick fingers.

He found you soaked. “You like this, don't ya? You like it when I tell you you're mine, baby?”

It was hard for you to answer with those thick fingers filling your dripping cunt, up to his ringed knuckles. You clenched around him and tried to grind yourself on him, wanting more. “I like being yours.”

“My girl.” He purred into your cheek, kissing you again. Taking no time warming you up, because he knew you could take him, he moved his fingers with precision, relishing in the wet sounds that you made just for him while you worked on his belt and zipper, pulling his jeans down.

Eddie made quick work of the rest, asking you to jump when he grabbed your ass and lifted you up to wrap your legs around his narrow hips. He didn't waste a second longer, pushing his cock inside you, letting out a long exhale as he bottomed out.

“Move, Eds, please.” You tried to push him impossibly closer, boots digging into his lower back. “I need you.”

“I'm here, baby. I've got you.”

He let all he was feeling out in his thrusts. His frustrations, the longing he felt being separated from you, his need to possess you. To make you his, even though you already were. He slammed your body into the door behind you, shaking it with the way he was drilling his cock into your needy pussy, sucking him in.

As he did that, he thought about how the entire corridor must be hearing you. The noise the door was making, your perfect, loud moans over the music that was already lowered downstairs. He reveled in it, grasping and grunting while he pounded you into next week.

“That's it, honey. Let them hear.” He ran his mouth, already feeling that familiar pull on his heavy balls, slapping your ass with each stroke. You weren't that far behind him how you were creaming all over him, dripping down his thighs, digging your nails on his back. “Scream for me. Let them know who's fucking you this good.”

“Eddie!” It took another grind of his hips against your swollen clit to push you over the edge, gripping tight as you came. He buried his head on your neck as he chased his own high, delivering a brutal pace that was surely to leave you bruised the next day.

Neither of you cared. They were just another reminder of who you belonged to.

Your boyfriend almost crushed you to the surface of the door when he came, holding you tight to him as he caught his breath. You clung to each other — Eddie kissing every spot of you he could find, and you with your hand buried in his wild hair, running your fingers over his scalp.

When everything went still, he breathed you in, taking in your scent, feeling your pulse under your heated skin. Finally in his arms, wrapped all around him.

“I wasn't going to let him do anything, you know that, don't you?” You murmured. “I only want you.”

“I know, baby.” He smiles softly, meeting your eyes. “I'm the one who needed a reminder.”

“I think we reminded the whole house.”

You were telling that more to yourself than to him, and he knew how shy you were. “Here's what we're gonna do,” he reassured you, “you're gonna leave first, I'll follow you outside, and we can have my apartment all to ourselves all night. How does that sound?” He finished his proposal with a kiss to your forehead.

“Sounds perfect.”

[fushic0re]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆୨ৎ

𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞,

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞,

𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰��𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬,

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬.

𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑬 𝑰: 𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑵𝑬’𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅! 🦌☕📖❄...........akane aka @haravath0t & i have decided to come together for some cute holiday festivities! here, you will find fics posted from thanksgiving all the way up to december 26 that will hopefully get you and your bloboros in the holiday spirit. please enjoy ♡

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠' 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

☃ = beware! this forbiden snowman will lead you to works with smut!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"you're a mean one, mr. grinch" || miguel o'hara x filipina!reader

"and so, the grinch's heart grew three sizes". | in which your grumpy husband thinks it's feasibly too early to start decorating for christmas, but knows better than to mess with a filipina and her christmas decorations.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: glam-mas with sugar daddy!ransom drysdale || visual board + blurb

“breakfast at tiffany’s and bottles with bubbles, girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble. lashes and diamonds, atm machines, buy myself all of my favorite things.” | in which your sugar daddy makes christmas an entire affair of spoils for you.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to gift giving || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, aoi todo.

how they are as gift givers (how soon do they shop, do they shop late, etc.)

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: ice skating with steve rogers || visual board + blurb

the captain surprises you with an impromptu skate date.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to noche buena || the fushiguros, the getos, satoru gojo, kento nanami x filipina!reader

christmas eve is when the real party starts for fellow filipinos. how do your husbands navigate the celebration?

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: you and harry potter's first christmas. || visual board + blurb

you and harry are officially moved into your new apartment. it's safe to say that the first christmas spent together in your shared home is a special one.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"butter, sugar, flour" || toji fushiguro (feat. baby megumi)

the sorcerer killer sure kills it at decorating cookies.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "is santa here yet?" || dad!satoru gojo

in which you and satoru finally have some alone time…but baby gojo is vigilantly watching for santa’s arrival.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "been an angel all year" || suguru geto

in which trying on dresses for a holiday party turns into a dressing room quickie.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ a husband's guide to drunken confessions || satoru goji, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, shiu kong, aoi todo.

in true hallmark movie fashion, the holiday party ends with drunken professions of love.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ POV: you and miguel o'hara are under cover || visual board + blurb

reader and miguel are undercover at a corporate christmas party spying on an enemy. things get a little steamy when their relationship is questioned.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "i saw mommy kissing santa claus" || suguru geto

it’s nanako and mimiko’s first christmas, and suguru wants to make it special by dressing up as santa claus. chaos ensues when they catch their mom kissing santa.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ a husband's guide to presents || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, aoi todo

who thinks of themselves as your present vs. who thinks of you as their present

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☃ "undisclosed desires" || toji fushiguro

sparring in the snow turns into a heated exchange.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: a white christmas with steve rogers || visual board + blurb

spending your first christmas away from the avengers up in the mountains in a cozy cabin, sharing childhood stories and heartfelt professions.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟔 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to taking the kids to see santa || satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami.

it's the time of the year in which you and your husband take the kids to the mall to meet santa.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟕 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: christmas as mamaguro (feat. baby megumi)

christmas morning in the fushiguro household. all is well.

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a husband's guide to christmas recitals || steve rogers, andy barber, ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, curtis everett

in which it's finally time to watch your kids perform.

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"chestnuts roasting on an open fire" || kento nanami

a cozy day spent baking and decorating christmas cakes with your husband.

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a husband's guide to mistletoe || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, aoi todo.

uh oh! there's a mistletoe hanging above you!

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☃️ "i'll crawl home to her" || ryomen sukuna

christmas miracles do happen. like sukuna finally reuniting with his long lost queen of curses after centuries.

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"i'm mrs. snow, till death we'll be freezing" || dad!satoru gojo

satoru decides to spend the holidays with just you and your child much to the gojo clan's dismay. christmas is filled with fun and laughter with no responsibilities in sight.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃️ a rockstar's guide to romance || rockstar!choso kamo

so...you're officially a rockstar's girl, huh?

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃️ a college student's guide to romance || college au!choso kamo

choso as your scary yet shy college boyfriend.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "i'll be home for christmas" || toji fushiguro

you knew that toji and megumi were a package deal, but the togetherness of the holiday season caused insecurity regarding your role as a mother to the toddler to arise. a particular mission puts everything in perspective for you.

[beanlot]

MISTRESS

sevika x maid!reader

at first, you were her maid. but master liked you just enough to make you her mistress.

wc: 3.6k (smut)

amab!sevika, age gap, infidelity, slight spanking, spit, vibrator use, master/servant relationship, breeding kink

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“what a gorgeous colour.” her fingers ironing the corners of her lips, mahogany lipstick cleansing from the cedar skin in superlative fashion. she was a classy woman surrounded by old money and platinum basin sinks; an easy life enough that she didn’t even have to raise a finger to apply honeydew exfoliation masks to her glistening skin. “don’t you think?” she stares at you through the mirror, umber eyes fanned by silky lashes - lids glossed with golden eyeshadow, tempted to believe you could see your reflection if stood close enough.

“yes, madam.” you nod, fingers clasped onto a hanger, vintage dress glittered with merlot gemstones against the sapphire tiles of the floor. you weren’t lying, it was a gorgeous colour. and madam wasn’t particularly sinister against you, or even sinister at all..

“you filthy pig.”

“don’t you dare get your dirty hands over my antiques.”

“look at you, fix this messy hair. i will not have guests over whilst you look like a disgusting hooker.”

mostly.

“vika loves this colour.” she sighs, french-tipped nails tapping against the jewellery around her neck, taking the hanger from your grip; you’ll watch as she lays the dress against her body, feminine curves of her hips accentuated through the jewels as she subtly twirls around. she hum, before she shoves the hanger into your chest hurriedly. “be a dear for me and tighten the waist.”

and sure, you don’t expect the best of treatment. you were on the back burner, disposable in every aspect with your dull shirt collar; skirt tucking in your buttons and the driest of hands from the constant polishing. “yes ma-“ a shrill bark interrupts you, and it’s when you turn around that you see a woolly poodle, pastel frilly dress, wiggling through the door.

“ugh, pinkie! what are you doing?” and just like that, as madam scoops the pup into her arms, you’re left alone in the bathroom. moroccan rose handwash beside her gold-plaited cosmetics, face serums and emerald earrings; you’d wondered what the oils would feel like on your fingertips, the creaminess against your skin. it feels like bait when you see that one tub is already open, the serum calling your name - she won’t notice, there’s no way.

so you tenderly swab at the surface, the velvety touch on your skin.. it already makes you feel pretty, glammed up, like her. and the dysphoria only amplifies when you massage the pearly ointment into your cheek, the winsome highlight when you turn your head not going unnoticed.

wine glass and plate in hand as you approach sevika’s master’s study, nudging the door with your shoulder. it was smoked salmon and caviar, and if you weren’t so fond of her, it would be rational to believe she was intentionally inflicting the purgatory of starvation onto you. but she was not resentful, her muffled tone of come in prompting you to amble inside; the air murky from her cigar smoke, illuminated dimly from the scattered lamps. and she’s there, with every inhale, you can decipher the ocherous flame between her lips - her fingers clearing her desk when she sees the wine bottle tucked under your arm.

“thank you, darling.” she murmurs, fumes seeping through her lips to which she fans out when you’re beside her desk. although it’s toxic on your tongue, it’s nice to taste - you settle her plate down, pouring the currant into her glass. she examines this, raising an eyebrow before tapping the tobacco against an ashtray. “are you hungry?”

fuck, you have no idea.

“no, master.” you shake your head, because even though you could feel your organs internally booing inside from the withering, you were under the obligation of being polite. and hell, it was reasonable for her to concern herself with your wellbeing per se: she was older, much older. so when you finish pouring and head for the door, it’s paralysis when her coercive words refrain you from leaving the room. “come here.” she instructs, virescent globes maintaining eye contact across the room. she’s manspreading, white button-up loose against her chest, and the uncertainty only amplifies when master’s tone becomes demanding. “come.. here.”

so you shuffle towards her, and you’re not sure if it’s the nicotine or the brunt of her stare, but your blood pressure raises when you stop - that maybe you’d said something wrong, gotten a wine she didn’t like. but the neurotic thoughts plummet when you see her slice an intricate cube of the salmon, fork held out to you with sincerity.

“try it, it’s good for you.” she advises, and you obey - her fingers scraping against yours when you take the fork, examining the glassy block. you’re not sure what it’s seasoned with, only able to distinguish the honey glaze and sprinkle of pepper; you couldn’t even fucking describe what salmon tasted like, a luxury that your flimsy uniform never got to see up close. and you feel emotional when it finds itself between your teeth, erupting with foreign rich oils and glacé syrup.

you want to appreciate it, had you not interpreted the investigative glances she’s giving you. she searches your face, because there’s something about you that master just can’t pinpoint. “you’re glowing.” she mumbles, fingers branching out toward you and framing your jaw ever so tenderly; thumb stroking along the curves of your cheekbone, the familiar and velvety texture of your skin no stranger to master. “you’ve been using my wife’s stuff, haven’t you?”

great.

of course, how could you have been so recklessly fucking dense? you’d just swabbed a few thousands onto your face and expected that nobody would’ve been able to put two and two together, and now you’re stood here like a fucking embarrassment whilst her conquering globes assess you. master was going to obliterate you for even contemplating putting your filthy wilted fingers on her wife’s belongings, and you’re just waiting for her to call the chef over to slice you into little pepperonis and use your torso as a fucking piñata for her fancydancy din-

“looks good on you.” she mumbles, and the harmonising words nosedive into your stomach with more adamantine force than waiting for her to beat you to a pulp. her fingers streamlining down your jaw before she picks up her plate, ludic smirk concealing the mulberry on her lips as she offers her plate towards you. “don’t tell.”

you look back and forth, and it’s only when she nudges the porcelain into your stomach that you realise what she meant. she was only really interested in the wine, and within her hospitality, gave you something to eat for the night.

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“your muscles are all contracting, just relax.”

“i’m trying..”

“you should really look into tai-chi, saves me hours of making these for you.

i’ll be back tomorrow,

ice or magnesium for any muscle pain,

is that a chip in the wall?

anyway, i’ll see you tomorrow, dear~.”

you’d been waiting outside her room for about forty minutes, folded blouse and dress shirts in hand; although you liked to consider yourself respectful of master’s private conversations, not even the bricky walls and thick interior of the hallways could muffle the massage therapist’s jarringly piercing voice - one that only amplifies when master’s door opens, a tiny woman pootling herself down the hall with a bowl of water, peppermint leaves floating within the misty pool.

you’re prudent, you’re conditioned to be, waiting outside her door for her to have her few minutes of privacy - but she calls you in when she sees your shadow against her marble tiles, eyes absentmindedly tracing the silhouette of your hips.

and when you walk in, nudging the door ever so slightly, she’s face-down on the master bed; surrounded by silk pillows and candles, her wine cellar visible from where you stand. you approach the drawers, and whilst your job was plainsailing, the difficulty of having to avert your eyes from her bare back made it just a little harder for you.

“you have pain, master?” you mumble, clearing your throat when it starts to disintegrate at the mercy of her tensing shoulders, glorious muscle twitching. “my shoulders, darling. it’s not so bad.” she doesn’t move, and although you seem satisfied with the composed silence, the thought of leaving in it made your stomach sour.

“is there anything i can do?” you offer, graphite eyes piercing into your body when she turns her head against the pillow - you can tell she’s in thought by the way she’s zoning out, clouding globes that flutter over you before she pats the mattress.

“lay with me..” she mutters, leaving you a temptingly delectable space beside her. it feels wrong, and your ears can already feel the wrath of madam’s scream when she finds out you dared even the slightest courage to lay in her bed, beside her wife.

but master was at the top of the food chain.

so you reluctantly obey - she’s toned, noir curves that only excite the vim when you’re slithering into the space she’d left you. your body rigid when her fingers flutter against your waist; she notices this, intoxication when her whisper caresses against your ear. “relax, relax.” she whispers, the suggestive timbre diminishing you - she waits until you slump into the satin, before her arm cases over your waist and inches you against her bare chest. it’s morally profane, warmth from her breasts on your spine, skin sweltering - kittenish and lewd and wow you’re getting horny.

it’s silent for a few minutes. but you feel dirty, her vanilla comfort something you ruined.

“you remind me of my wife when we first met.” the wisps against your jaw curdling into vulgarity when her fingers tenderly clutch at the hem of your skirt, and although one part of you feels like nothing more than a doll for her to use the one night her wife is out attending a dinner, another is relieved when the wintry air strikes your thighs.

“young,” her fingers lifting the skirt enough that her perverted eyes can search your hips, the way they embrace the black straps of your underwear.

“pretty,” her nails glissading against your inner thighs, encouraging enough that you separate them. you try to convince yourself that it’s because you don’t want to get into trouble, disappoint that streak of high expectations you managed to leap over the past few weeks - but by the vim in your clit, it was disgustingly undeniable it was because fantasy was becoming reality.

“fertile.” she delicately taps your clothed clit, subtle sensitivity that already gets your hips rolling into her crude touch. her engagement ring flaring in your peripheral when her left hand slinks around your body, palm resting against your breasts.

“look at me.” her lips tickling against your cheek as you turn to her. she likes that she owns you, conditioned you to be her little pet, dominated your identity to nothing more than her servant.

so the overly obscene taste on her lips when she’d pressed her forehead against yours, skin searing with wealthy indecency was no shock. she was impulsive, lips against yours, unseemly sounds of anticipated smooches as you drink up the taste of peppermint. she wants to be delicate for you, but the instinct outlasting the grace when she hears you hum. you’re heedless of your sloppy grinding, shaky exhales which only worsen when she pulls away; her thumb draping your bottom lip down only slightly. jewels of her spit streamlining into your mouth, your tongue absorbing the droplets filthily. “pretty girl.” she swallows, eyes darting along your jaw, her spit slowly drizzling down your neck.

you want to tell her that this is wrong, that she’s a married woman, but the night already feels drilled into stone when her fingers manipulate the buttons on your chest, cleavage satisfying her sadistic eyes with every one coming undone. your shirt loosens, sinking down your back.

her fingers revel in the linen cotton of your bra, the straps cunningly draping off your shoulders. “aren’t you gorgeous, look at you.” she whispers, your breasts tingling when there’s nothing there to cover them anymore, her fingers folding your bra down to your stomach.

admiring the way your nipples harden under her fingertips, delicately pinching the responsive buds. you nod, because you expect her to want you to, flinching when you roll your hips against her sturdy thigh; thick imprint of her veiny cock paralysing you momentarily.

“lean over in that drawer.” she gestures to the bedside cabinet, and you’re sceptical when you lean over, your skirt hitching up ever so slightly. and if the humiliation of having your ass presented to her like a fucking showpiece wasn’t degrading enough, the barbaric strike of her palm against it was. you squeak, flinching, her palm easing the inflamed area intricately, before walloping back down onto your skin. you want to fucking weep, blinking through the blur of your tormented tears, opening the drawer to which a vibrator lays.

“that’s the one.” she confirms, taking it from your fingers as you lay back into the mattress, ass ignited with scorching goosebumps from the brutish force behind her arms. you go to defend yourself, because honestly, you feel lower than the bottom of the food chain - you were no blossoming mighty oak, but rather a withering sunflower under her assertion.. but she knows what you’re about to say. “master, i haven’t do-“

“you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. i’ll make you feel good.” she sits up, and although she intends to comfort you, it only intimidates you further when her tongue wets her lips; fingers slewing the fabric of your underwear to the side and leaving your slit prey to her predacious stare, only amplifying when she unveils how truly drenched your folds are. but she doesn’t say anything, only leaning over whilst a bullet of her spit seeps between her lips and missiles itself against your clit.

you already feel numb, heavenly pressure when you hear the whirring of her vibrator, your thighs quivering when the tip purrs against your clitoral hood. “that’s it, ‘atta girl.” she praises, her breasts pressing themselves against your bare spine when she situated herself beside you again. it’s nirvana, humping against the vibrator so primitively, erogenous to hear your incessant whimpers echo throughout the room. you’re sweating by now, at peace with the heat breeding on your skin - but you want more, your fingers grazing over the stiff imprint of her desperate cock.

her breath is jagged, submerging the vibrator harder onto your clit, your ankles starting to twitch at the susceptibility. you’re not sure if it’s enough to make you come just yet, but that thought deteriorates when her finger glissades down your slit and streams itself inside of your hole. “fuck.. you’ve made my cock all hard.” she sighs against your cheek, your walls greeting her indiscriminately; spasming with every hum against your clit.

she’s testing the waters, fingertips taking a liking to the spongy textures when she tenderly twines it upwards, the pornographic desire in your clit to orgasm more reckless than ever. but you’re not the only one suffering, because sevika is finding that her cock is actually starting to fucking hurt from the distress of not being able to just have her way with you again and again and again.

but she’s patient, finger gliding itself in and out of you; assaulting that carnal pit in your walls as your thighs tremble. she fucks you with them, instinctive sobs leaving your throat unmonitored - sneezelike corkscrew inside your hips when she hooks another finger inside, arousing squelching with every hammer against your folds. “please..” you whisper, unbeknownst to the soreness in your fingers as they lock, clenching tightly on her belt.

and when she’s satisfied with how vulnerable you are under her, the sensitivity just right, she’ll admire the quivering of your hips and the tightening of your thighs before dragging the vibrator away from your clit. “huh?” you squeak, cunt clenching around her fingers at the sudden loss of her manipulation.

you’re about to complain, wail about how much of a fucking tease she is, but she relieves the anguish by leaning over your thighs; her tongue replacing the device and doing its dirty work when it swipes over your hood, delving between your folds and schemingly flicking over your erect bud.

just like that, you’re shaking again, thigh hoisting itself up and planting itself on her bare, burly shoulder. your mewls of master twirling repeatedly in a rabbit hole of ecstasy when her damp lips envelop your clit and suck with cruelty, fingers maintaining their agonising operation; battering into you with precision and artsy discipline, like she’s done this too many times before.

but it’s dispiriting for her, because she wants to be a lovemaker for you, wants to appreciate you for the fine young woman you are - yet the throbbing in her cock conquers that yearning. “are you gonna let me put my cock inside this pretty pussy, darling?” she exhales, fingers slewing out of your brimming hole, selfishly drizzling your discharge over the mattress and coating over the leather of her belt when she goes to unbuckle it.

“yes. yes, master.” you comply, its hazy when you blink; pixels in your vision when you even did as much as look down to her belt. fingers tackling the every latch, submerging as they frame her veiny shaft - cock springing out and admittedly, inciting nothing more than disruptive thoughts of am i going to fucking live to see tomorrow after this.

she’s thick, and monumental.. fucking handcrafted by gods with such clarity. enough that all of that internal envy becomes more.. not envy, because you know this might actually hurt despite how loose and ready you are. you’re not liking how much she exceeds your expectations at the expense of what’s gonna happen to your poor fucking vagina.

“do you still want this?” she murmurs when she notices the hues of uncertainty in your eyes - it’s an ego boost, artificial concern to conceal her everlasting inclination to ruin you. but you blink at her, flickering between her eyes and the slightly palatable mulberry tip of her cock, before you nod.

it would be cruel for her to nosedive straight into you, and even she knows this, her tip glissading through your folds and lubricated with your slick. she’s slightly sensitive, the warmth of your cunt only amplifying the immense throbbing, but she’s consistent this time - your clit rubbing against her head as she accustoms herself with your textures.

“this might hurt, my love, just a little. we’ll see..” she whispers against your jaw, fingers grappling at your hips as her own angles forward, tip insidious as it skims into your walls; your body merely a betrayal of your conscience when your walls welcome her. but it’s smooth, as she pushes herself in with such fucking entitlement, your insipid moisture coating her cock.

because she owned you, every little fragment.

her mindless breaths against your bare shoulder, the subtle rocks in her hips purely intuition. she hasn’t felt this in years, her girth wrapped around such a fine woman, and it motivates the urge for her to start thrusting your hips back into her. your whimpering sobs with every cudgel of her skin against yours, the indignity of her abdomen pounding against your spine and the raunchy heat of her cock assaulting your cunt.

you take her, so easily.

it’s adrenaline when she hears you mewl, her sloppy kisses on your nape sultry and blistering. “i know, i know it feels good..” she sighs, both hands clenching at your thighs, your hips, your waist- anything to feel herself become adaptable inside of you.

“pretty.. pretty girl..” her muffled groan echoing in your ears as she gets herself off into you. she was dictating your self-worth, dictating your fucking life.. and although some of it felt as if it was just pulling the pieces together, another felt it all shatter into irreversible ruins as her left hand compressed itself onto your clit; engagement ring ever so slightly abrading itself against your wet folds.

and that’s when you feel it.

the pinnacles of pleasure so distinct as her fingers roll your clit in circular motions superlatively, cock swollen and erect. “please.. please..” you sigh, the jagged timbre exposing how receptive your bundles of nerves were; fingertips touching the very eminent icicles of orgasm when she speaks her foul language in your ears.

“i’m gonna come inside you, do you want that?”

“uh huh.”

“gonna make you the mother of my kids..”

“mhm-hm, master please..”

and then it erupts inside, whirlwind of frenzy that you could only compare to what felt like being edged for hours. your clit numb and jaded, the overstimulation aggravating as your walls pulse around her cock so tightly that she doesn’t even need to continue pummelling into you. conclusively, you were a mess - her palm sealing itself over your lips to repress the uncontrollable cry, tone it down ever so slightly, arms that confine your body as you tremble and do your upmost fucking best to recover.

and after a few minutes of her rocking a few inches back and forth into you, the dishevelled grunt and adhesion of her hair against your cheek, quivering fingers against your lips and hips that are tense let you know that she’s just came.

and something feels off, seriously off. so full and saturated, and it’s when her cock slews itself out of you that you know there’s no way you’re the only one behind all the mess; looking between your legs and flinching at the pearly cream drizzling out of your hole, thick and balmy. your juices meshing together in such harmony that you feel disgust, and yet hypnosis. because she never wanted a maid,

she wanted a mistress.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (64)

*How Dr. Gaul’s Reaping Day Speech went*

Coryo: *enters Heavensbee Hall* Ugh. I’m tired.😞 I should’ve waited for Seji Pie’s car to pick me up.

Clemensia: Snowy! Snowy, over here!

Festus: Coryo, my bro, they’re serving posca today!

Coryo: Free posca?🥹

Festus: Yeah! Free posca!

Felix: And a scandalously tasting lamb!

Coryo: Nice! Let me just grab a plate real quick.

Lysistrata: No need! You can have my plate instead.😊

Coryo: Thank you, Lizzie. You’re the best.

Lysistrata: Of course I am.

Felix: Try the lamb stew first. It’s really delicious.

Coryo: Well, don’t mind if I do-

Clemensia: Bestie, are you sweating right now?

Coryo: Yeah.

Clemensia: Did you walk from your place to school again?

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Festus: I thought you and your darling boyfriend decided to take his car to school today?

Coryo: I thought so too. However, Strabo Plinth happened.

Felix: Did your Seji Pie stood you up because of his scheming father?

Coryo: No, not really. Ma called me earlier and said that her two beloved idiots were having another shouting match about the Hunger Games again.

Festus: Why though?

Clemensia: Its Reaping Day, you child.🙄

Festus: Reaping Day?! That’s today?!

Clemensia: Obviously.

Festus: But I thought today was Flower Power Friendship Day!

Coryo: ✨FPFD✨ was last month, Creed!

Festus: Oh. My mistake. Now I feel bad for wearing my glow in the dark sunflower suit for this solemn event.😞

Coryo: Well, at least you’re not wearing your blinding mirrorball suit like last time.

Festus: To be fair, I thought we were celebrating ✨Glitter Glam Dance Dance Baby Day✨, and not Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game.

Felix: But seriously, Creed, stop wearing your weird suits every Reaping Day. People might think that you’re being undeniably churlish and disrespectful.

Festus: Fine! But no promises.

Androcles: At least you’re not wearing inappropriate short shorts like Heavensbee-

Hilarius: My Reaping Day short shorts are classy and iconic, Andie! They even make my long luscious legs look fabulous.

Androcles: I disagree.

Hilarius: But-

Urban: Honestly, Hilari, Anderson is right. Your Reaping Day short shorts just make you look like a stupid kinky whor-

Lysistrata: Watch your profanities, Ban Ban.

Urban: You’re not my mom!

Lysistrata: Thank Panem for that.

Hilarius: My short shorts are beautiful!

Androcles: Doubt.

Coryo: *sighs* I wish my Seji Pie was here right now-

Sejanus: *suddenly appears and hugs Coryo from behind* My love, I’m finally here!

Coryo: What’s wrong, Babe? Why are you crying?

Sejanus: You have to help me fight my evil old man again!😭

Coryo: Fine. Let’s go.

Felix: May the odds be ever in your favor, brother.

Coryo: Thanks. *walks away to confront Strabo with a crying Sejanus*

Lysistrata: Poor Sejanus. He’s going to make a scene again, isn’t he.😔

Clemensia: I hope not.

Felix: But he probably will.

Hilarius: I’ll bet 50 bucks that he’ll throw his chair at our poor innocent screen again.

Festus: Like last year’s Hunger Games?

Dennis: Lol. Last year was wild.

Androcles: Last year was awful.

Urban: What do you mean by awful Last time I checked, we don’t watch the Hunger Games.

Felix: True. We have agreed to stop watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game for good because of poor Coryo’s mental and “feral” breakdowns.

Urban: Don’t forget about Apollo Ring’s endless crying and crazy Monty’s death screams.

Androcles: Of course I know that, Ban Ban. We all know that.

Dennis: To be fair, the blood and gore will only trigger our irreversible war traumas again.

Androcles: But that still didn’t stop rich boy Sejanus Plinth from throwing his chair at the screen last year.

Felix: He also threw mine.😢

Dennis: And mine.

Clemensia: Well, unlike the rest of you, I’m the only one who doesn’t have an irreversible war trauma-

Dennis: Yet. You don’t have one yet! But someday, you will!😀

Androcles: Eventually.

Dennis: Definitely.

Clemensia: Is that a threat?

Dennis: No. I just have a strong feeling that this year, you’ll finally develop one that will make your boring life more interesting-

Androcles: Just like the rest of us!

Clemensia: I would rather stay normal and boring.

Dennis: Don’t you want to connect with Palmyra Monty-

Clemensia: No.

Dennis: Or understand Persephone’s crazy behavior?

Clemensia: No.

Androcles: But Percy Price is great! I mean, just look at her sniffing and asking those unlucky students over there if they stole her “delicious” Maid Stew again.

Persephone: *is running wild all over the place* Where’s my Maid Stew?! Give me my Maid Stew! Festus, my love, did you hide my precious stew?! Weewoo! Where’s my stew?! Arachne, you b*tch! Give me my stew!

Festus: Not again.😞

Arachne: I’m so calling the Peacekeepers after this.

Felix: *sighs* I just hope that this year will be peaceful and productive for everyone-

Arachne: But you.

Felix: Don’t jinx me, Crane! I’ll curse you back!

Arachne: Lol. You can try-

Felix: I hope you’ll wear an ugly neck brace for the rest of the Hunger Games!

Arachne: Ha! Like that would ever happen-

Felix: Just you wait, Crane. Just you wait!

Clemensia: Yup. I would rather stay normal.

Hilarius: So. . . Who wants to continue the betting?😊

Urban: Fine. I’ll bet 70 bucks if Plinth throws at least 2 chairs at Dr. Gaul today.

Pup: A hundred if one of those chairs “accidentally” hits Highbottom.

Hilarius: A thousand if Highbottom blames poor Coryo for not defending him against Plinth.

Pup: Hilari, I thought you said that you don’t have any money left to bet since the day that your creepy old man froze your weekly allowance for good-

Hilarius: That’s why I’m betting.

Pup: You do know that your odds of winning are pretty low, right?

Hilarius: That’s why I’m betting everything.😎

Pup: Well, good luck being homeless and penniless before this day ends.

Hilarius: I’m not homeless! I’m just temporarily displaced and having indefinite sleepovers with Festus and his pet rats!

Pup: Please don’t tell me that you’re sleeping inside Creed’s rat infested dumpster-

Festus: Heavensbee is currently sleeping in my rat infested dumpster.

Pup: How the mighty have fallen.

Hilarius: FYI, Pup, Creed’s old dumpster was cozy and comfortably-

Lysistrata: Dirty.

Gaius: Yo, can I bet too?

Coryo: *joins the group again with a now happy Sejanus* Guys, please stop betting on my boyfriend’s random outbursts and anger issues.

Urban: Why?

Coryo: He will cry.

Sejanus: I will cry.

Festus: 20 bucks if Seji Pie yells “you’re all monsters” at the teachers again.

Sejanus: Double it.

Coryo: Festus, don’t encourage him!

Festus: But I need money.

Coryo: We all need money!

Sejanus: I have money.😀

Hilarius: Can I borrow-

Sejanus: No. You’re not my Coryo.

Hilarius: Sad.😢

Prof.Sickle: Children, sit down! We’re officially starting!

Felix: But we’re still eating-

Prof.Sickle: F*ck your lamb stew! Sit down!

Felix: My Gran Gran will hear about this.

Coryo: Let’s get this over with and go home to your place, Babe.

Sejanus: Will you hold and comfort me when I cry again, my love?🥺

Coryo: Always.

Festus: Front seat! Front seat! I’ll take the front seat!

Felix: Coryo, let me sit next to you-

Lysistrata: Me first!

Hilarius: No, me!

Apollo: Weewoo! Excuse me!

Diana: Bro, share the chair!

Androcles: Scooch over, Hilari! I’m sitting next to Felix.

Persephone: Festus!

Festus: Yes, my love?

Persephone: Sit on my lap!

Festus: Really?

Persephone: Sit on my lap now!

Festus: Yes, my queen!

Hilarius: Yo, Urban, can I sit on your lap?

Urban: F*ck off, Heavensbee.

Sejanus: Coryo-

Coryo: I’m already sitting on yours, Babe.

Sejanus: I know that and I love it, my love!😍 Every bit of it! Every single minute!

Coryo: Babe-

Sejanus: You can even sit on my lap forever!

Coryo: My love-

Sejanus: And ever and ever!

Prof.Sickle: Children! Children, for the love of Panem, please act normal today!

Palmyra: Define normal-

Dr.Gaul: *enters the scene* How tantalizing to see all your shining young faces on this auspicious day-

Androcles: Is this day really auspicious?

Felix: *is still holding and eating his lamb stew* Nah. This lamb stew is more auspicious than her.

Everyone: *snickers*

Gaius: Nice one, Class Pres!

Prof.Sickle: Children, quiet!

Dr.Gaul: *glares at Felix* I am Dr. Volumnia Gaul! Your humble Head Gamemaker-

Hilarius: She ain’t humble though-

Prof.Sickle: Heavensbee!

Hilarius: Just saying.

Dr.Gaul: *glares daggers at Hilarius* In charge of the War Department and all its affiliated concerns-

Festus: *stands up and praises the heavens* Thank Panem! Thank you, Panem! She’s not in charge of the Food Department!

Prof.Sickle: Creed-

Festus: *turns around and faces the crowd* Hip hip!

Everyone: Hooray!

Festus: Hip hip!

Everyone: Hooray!🥳

Festus: Hip hip-

Prof.Sickle: Creed, sit down!

Festus: I was just-

Dr.Gaul: *suddenly throws a chalkboard eraser at Festus* As I was saying, you stupid brat!

Festus: You were saying?

Vipsania: Wow. He just said that.

Diana: Creed is so brave.

Juno: And stupid.

Domitia: Definitely.

Livia: Lol. Somebody is getting another demerit again.

Festus: And it’s not gonna be me-

Prof.Sickle: For the love of my sh*tty salary, Creed! Sit the f*ck down and shut up!

Festus:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Prof.Sickle: Dr. Gaul, please continue.

Dr.Gaul: As I was saying, I’d broken free of my laboratory today-

Coryo: That was a big mistake.

Sejanus: True.

Felix: I concur.

Dr.Gaul: What is wrong with you?!

Coryo: Sejanus, my love, she is bullying me again!

Sejanus: Felix, give me your chair!

Felix: No.

Hilarius: Don’t be a coward, Class Pres! Give him your chair!

Felix: No! Sejanus will just throw my poor innocent chair again!

Hilarius: I need money!

Sejanus: I need a chair!

Hilarius: *stands up* Here! You can have my chair!

Sejanus: Ew. No. I’m not touching that.

Hilarius: Why?!😭

Sejanus: You know why!

Hilarius: Sleeping in a dumpster for 3 straight days doesn’t mean that I’m permanently filthy!

Festus: My pet rats disagree.

Prof.Sickle: Dr. Gaul, please continue!

Dr.Gaul: To examine you!

Apollo: Me?

Dr.Gaul: Yes, you! The leaders of the next generation-

Apollo: I’m going to be a leader?

Urban: I hope not.

Dr.Gaul: *is now giving everyone her infamous death stare* I won’t be around forever after all-

Clemensia: Thank Panem.

Felix: Thank you, Panem!

Diana: Panem is good!

Gaius: All the time!

Lysistrata: Penam is good?

Apollo: All the time!

Sejanus: My pockets are full!

Coryo: All the time!

Androcles: My grades are sh*t!

Urban: All the time!

Palmyra: My cooking is good!

Everyone: No!

Prof.Sickle: *is now losing her mind* Children, please! I’m begging you! Be normal! Be f*ckin’ normal! Just for today! Dammit! Just for this f*ckin’ day! Heck! Do it for me! Do it for your favorite teacher!

Livia: She’s not my favorite-

Prof.Sickle: I really really need that f*ckin’ salary raise, you monsters!😭

Dr.Gaul:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Felix: This lamb stew still tastes scandalous though.

Io: Felix, please-

Felix: Just saying.

Dr.Gaul: Highbottom was right! I should’ve retired years ago!😩

[deardiaryts4]

Okay now that I’m all caught up. I have a few thoughts.

1. I was hoping going back to the beginning would help me understand Solomon a bit more and it did. However, not necessarily in his favor.

2. It feels like him and Shekinah ended up in a marriage of convenience but not for her but for his benefit. Perhaps he felt obligated because she is the mother of his children and wanting to live up to the legacy of his father????

3. I feel bad for Taryn but I hope she moves on. Maybe even decides to transfer to a different department. Especially since she went there with him again. Which is unfortunate because they work so well together. The entire team is a dream team of detectives.

4. I want Shekinah to be happy, however that manifests whether it be with him or someone else. Right now he’s seems a bit preoccupied with work and he’s been avoiding anything else that requires work and commitment outside of that at the moment. But I don’t think he’s a bad guy at all. Just one who does a lot of avoidance.

Anyway I’m glad I’m all caught up. It was a really easy read. I’m enjoying the story and looking forward to seeing how it all unfolds for all of them.

Side note I love me some Bushra and Mama Wolf. 💜

Hey Glam-Ma! (hope you don't mind me calling you that)

Thank you for taking the time to read everything and sorry it's taken a while to respond to your message. Now *rubs hands together* let's get into it lol.

Solomon is far from perfect and though I have not said this (and idk if I should say it now or "play it out") but what I will say is Solomon's lack of commitment stems from the dynamic his parents had. Also the pressure to be with someone he did not really want to be with.

This is a VERY good point and very close to the truth. I'am trying to use this chapter (chapter 2) to explain their history and give further clarity on why they are married and also why they do not work together.

I feel bad for Taryn but at the same time this is a grown ahh woman with so many privileges. But she is just human I guess... In the long run Taryn will eventually see the light. But for now sis is like a deer stuck in headlights u_u

I want Shekinah to be happy but her issue is she is too concerned with public opinion. She is that type of girl that will brag about her being a "wife" and being "married" even if it is all in shambles!

Yes thank you. I want to keep the story somewhat snappy, entertaining and easy to follow. Everyone is so busy and our attention is pulled every which way. I just want to make it easier for anyone coming to this corner of Simblr.

[diceriadelluntore]

Perchè Stairway to Heaven é considerata la canzone più bella?

Cara\o Anonima\o, Buon Natale.

Non sapendo se la tua è una domanda "positiva" (cioè perchè ritieni giustamente la canzone la più bella della musica rock) o "negativa" (cioè ritieni che non sia lei la migliore), ti scrivo che ne penso io.

Stairway To Heaven, scritta da Robert Plant e Jimmy Page, fa parte del leggendario quarto album dei Led Zeppelin, che non ha propriamente un titolo, ma è ricordato come IV, seguendo la numerazione dei precedenti, o Four Symbols, per i simboli che aveva in copertina a identificare i 4 componenti della storica band, disco uscito l'8 Novembre 1971. L'album è una sintesi del breve ma intensissimo percorso che la Band ebbe in meno di 2 anni, che li porta ad essere da sconosciuti a una delle più conosciute, imitate e leggendarie rock band del pianeta. Queste premesse vanno fatte perchè il brano è, secondo me, leggendario giustamente per tre motivi:

musicalmente, sintetizza il percorso, unico, che i Led Zeppelin intrapresero: partendo dal blues, stravolgendolo e avvolgendolo di un nuovo suono elettrico ed eccitante (i primi dischi I e II) virarono su una sorta di contaminazione folk elettrica (ascolta il III) trovando qui una sintesi di ispirazione tra le due, e proprio in questa canzone trovano una summa: l'intro acustico e sognante (che assomiglia tantissimo a Taurus degli Spirits, band che li accompagnò nei tour americani) che sale di energia fino all'assolo di Page, tra i più leggendari di sempre; e poi il testo, ispirato a Plant dalla lettura di Magic Arts in Celtic Britain di Lewis Spence (un poeta, letterato e occultista scozzese), ma anche dai miti folkloristici britannici, che stavano ritornando in auge grazie al folk rock e alla passione mai celata per le saghe Tolkeniane (già presenti per dire in Ramble On). Sulle qualità poi dei singoli musicisti, posso affermare che sono stabilmente nelle prime posizioni di sempre in ogni settore;

una componente di fortuna, perchè il brano, che dura 8 minuti tondi nel disco, non fu mai pensato come singolo di lancio. Ma i Deejay delle radio, ascoltando tutto il disco (come si faceva un tempo) decisero di passarla lo stesso, riscontrando il favore del pubblico; sin da subito divenne una sorta di prova del nove per tutte le band di giovani musicisti, e a testimonianza di ciò c'è il fatto che è di gran lunga lo spartito musicale più acquistato al mondo di sempre (se ne vendono 150 mila copie ancora oggi all'anno, nel 2023). Leggendario è un altro racconto: nei negozi di strumenti musicali americani è noto che si possono provare gli strumenti prima di acquistarli, e diceria vuole che dopo un po' fu affisso un cartello No Stairway, come a dire che avevano sentito così tante volte gli arpeggi che non ne potevano più. Fu peraltro decisivo il successo del disco, che nato sotto le peggiori paure della Atlantic, la casa discografica, per la decisione di non avere nessun titolo e zero pubblicità, divenne uno dei più grandi successi di sempre, con decine di milioni di copie vendute nel mondo;

c'è una componente più sottile, dire estetica: i Led Zeppelin esprimevano una musica che potremmo definire "maschia", nel senso che apparivano volutamente come semidei rappresentando una precisa idea di mascolinità: spesso a torso nudo, cascate di capelli, riferimenti sessuali espliciti (Whole Lotta Love è la trasposizione hard rock di un orgasmo) divennero iconici di una estetica hard rock di potenza sessuale, che ebbe successo soprattutto negli Stati Uniti, che la riproposero per anni trovando successo sia tra i maschi che tra le femmine; in Europa, dove pure ebbero successo strepitoso, si scontrava da un lato sull'ambiguità che il glam rock stava per portare sull'estetica del rock ( si pensi a Bowie o Lou Reed, per dare un'idea) e con la dimensione più intellettuale del progressive, che è il tentativo europeo di creare un genere "proprio", e che non era sovrapponibile a quello Zeppelin per idee, classi sociali di provenienza, tematiche, stesse tecniche musicali. Per una serie di motivi, tra cui la nascita del punk che aveva, tra gli altri, come preciso obiettivo estetico spazzare via la tecnica musicale del prog, è prevalso il modello Zeppelin\Hard Rock, anche perchè il punk negli Stati Uniti fu un movimento marginale e che aveva idee diverse da quello europeo.

Tutto questo, secondo me, ha reso giustamente leggendaria Stairway To Heaven.

Se invece mi chiedevi "negativamente" perchè lo è, partendo da quello che ti ho raccontato puoi capire che non saprei risponderti.

[fuckyeahfightlock]

Whumpril 2024

-29- Reluctant Caretaker

Adam grew tired of looking after himself sometime in his teens. When his parents died, of course his grandmother was meant to look after him, but the fact was she had already finished raising her child, and though she made a good try at hiding it, even then Adam could see she resented having to do it all over again. She'd had Adam's mother relatively late, so she was not a young, fun "call me Glam-ma" by any means; she was in her sixties when he went to live with her, widowed, and already considered herself "an old lady."

Keenly aware he was loved but not particularly wanted at that stage of his grandmother's life had spurred him to become self-sufficient and undemanding. He kept up his school work without being reminded, did his own laundry, tidied up before leaving a room--no shoes left in the hall, no magazines in the sitting room, no unwashed plates or glasses in the kitchen. When he felt unwell he expected no coddling, took fever reducing medicines or tablets to settle his stomach (which was upset more often than not), put plasters on his small wounds. Saturday mornings they did the shopping; he made the list and then put the produce away when they arrived home. By age fifteen, he was exhausted by the endlessness of all of it, the constant low-boil worry, the attentiveness to keeping himself small and unobtrusive so as not to be a burden. More of a burden.

Throughout his adult life he'd let his hair go too long between trims, let his stubble fill in too much between shaves, let his clothing fade or drop buttons or wear to holes before he replaced it. His pantry and refrigerator were always pathetically understocked, and anyway he often forgot to eat before he became headachey and short-tempered from hunger. Before automation, he'd let bills go unpaid until things were on the verge of repossession or utilities were about to be shut off. He'd ignored tax filing for several years and got himself into a near disaster it had taken him another few years to pay and set straight. He was used to being uncomfortable, preferred overall apathy to his childhood tendency toward obsessive self-reliance.

And now there was Harry, who grew sluggish and pale when Adam was overtired; whose balance was challenged when Adam hadn't eaten for a while, whose emotional well-being and mental acuity seemed at least partially to depend on Adam keeping himself well-rested and mostly sober, getting daylight on his face and moving around and managing to keep himself if not exceptionally well, at least in balance. It was not a lot to demand of him, he knew, and of course less drink and regular meals and a decent night's sleep were all to his benefit. But it was a lot to manage, for a man who'd neglected to manage it for thirty years. And when he failed to manage it, Harry suffered, and Adam hated himself for it.

He knew better than to expect any chapter of his life would be any less strange than all the previous ones had been; his was not a life anyone would have categorized as normal, not really. Orphaned, gay, solitary, unremarkable. Of course he knew better than that. But he did sometimes wish that it could just be a little easier.

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 3

Starlight Accolades, here we come! In this part it's awards time, Deanna and Paris have a quick stayover, and Devin heads to set to start a new film project.

For ease of reading IF the infants are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets, otherwise it's babble. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Zia/Zio (Italian) meaning aunt/uncle Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle Nonna/Nonno (Italian) meaning grandfather/grandmother

Devin: Mama and mummy will be back later, you get some sleep bambinos

...

Luna: Thanks so much for doing this

Paris: No problem, it’ll be fun

Luna: They will probably just nap but if you could show them the TV when best actress is up in case Devin wins. She doesn’t think she will but I hope she does

Paris: Of course. I never figured with her confidence she’d doubt winning something

Luna: The accolades are serious business. You do have our numbers right? And the emergency ones?

Paris: Oh my gosh, Luna, get out of here! It’ll be fine, I promise

Host: Welcome one, welcome all, to the very first televised Starlight Accolades in the ChangingPlumbob universe! Being televised is not the only difference in our award show tonight. To honour our nominees we have thrown away the VIP ribbon to allow everyone to bring a plus one. What’s a star without the person who helps them shine after all. Some of our nominees are also attending virtually so stay tuned for glitz, glam and winners!

Host: We have honoured our stars in many fields tonight but it is time for stars of the silver screen!

Devin and I don’t hold our breath. She got a nomination last rotation but I don’t think it’ll hold up between rotations. Plus from my investigating it’s pretty hard to get one, I think I’ll be waiting several rotations for the bling

Host: And in our final film category, best actress, the Starlight Accolade goes to…

There is a pause for dramatic effect.

Host: Devin Villareal

Me and Devin: well that’s unexpected

The audience laughs at her reaction as she receives the award.

Devin: Thank you so much everyone! I want to say even though Melodies of the City stars me, Connor and Mina, we had a whole team behind us. You’ve already honoured Levi for his wonderful direction, he truly kept us upbeat on set.

Devin: Beyond him there was a fantastic team of producers, set dressers, editors and camera operators. I want to thank especially my team in make up and wardrobe for putting up with me. Of course no acceptance speech would be complete without a mention of those we love. Luna, amore mio, I may be standing here but I couldn’t have done it without you. You and me are the best team I will ever be a part of. Thank you ma and pa for encouraging my drama! Joey, Deanna, Kelly, thanks for putting up with your intense older sister. And to my precious bambinos, you can go back to sleep now, mama will be home soon with something shiny!

Devin takes some time to pose for photos, showing off her angles. She discovers she’s a self-assured sim (honestly on brand).

Cassandra: I’m glad she got the award, the movie is so good

Luna: Tell me about it, those songs get stuck in my head every time she sings or hums them

Cassandra: Is her next one a musical

Luna: Believe it or not, it’s a superhero flick

Cassandra: I believe it, someone always seems to be releasing a new one

Devin: Who’s ready to be put in their crib by a star actress

Alfred: Mama mummy lo lo me (love me)

Luna: I think he’s ready to tick off another milestone, let me get the camera ready

Devin: Did you wait until we got home? That’s very nice of you

Alfred: Mama mummy lo lo me vee (love me very much) *waves*

Devin: Oh, oh, I think he’s waving! Are you getting it Lu

Luna: Absolutely! We’re going to send that to nonno and nonna aren’t we schnucki

Rilian: Me eed eyet (I need night night)

Devin: Mama is here piccolo mio, let’s get you back to sleep huh

Luna: Night night Rilian, night night Alfred

Devin: *switches on lullabies* Mama and mummy love you very much

Devin: You okay De? You look uncomfortable

Deanna: Well I just don’t know how to act in the presence of an accolade winner

There’s a small silence then both women burst out laughing.

Devin: Thanks for bambino sitting

Deanna: They’re pretty cute, I may have sent ma and pa about a dozen photos

Devin: As you should, they’re clearly stars. Come on, let’s take a quick video to send them

They get the photo set up and start recording

Deanna: Tonight I have the honour of sharing space with an award winning actress, also known as…

Devin: Your daughter! We love you two

Deanna: Can I check it before you send

Devin: There’s no need, we look fabulous

Deanna: Of course we do

Devin: I mean I know I’m amazing but I didn’t think I’d get one so soon

Luna: You earned every bit of that award schatz. You are dedicated to your craft

Devin: I’m just glad I have a wife who gets that acting is a skill. You’re amazing Lu

Luna: I- thank you

Devin: Now what do you say me and you have a proper celebration

Luna: *giggles* that sounds wonderful

Devin: Bambinos, waken up. I know it’s the middle of the night but dinner was so early you must be hungry by now.

Rilian continues to snore but Alfred stretches and smiles at Devin.

Alfred: Mama I an mill (can I have milk)

Devin: You’re in luck Alfred, I have brought some milk with me

After feeding Alfred and getting him back to bed Devin scoops up Rilian. He wakes up now and is eager to finish off his bottle. Luckily both boys just had gas and Devin can go back to bed without needing a shower.

Luna gets up ready for a day of work only to discover the sink in the kitchen has broken in the night. She works on fixing it despite hating handiness. Deanna enters the room to find Paris staring at the photos on the wall.

Deanna: Buongiorno baby

Paris: What does that mean again?

Deanna: Good morning, or good afternoon, or good day

Paris: Damn, I really need to work on my Tartosiano

Deanna: Don’t worry, I’ll help you

Paris: Thanks babe

Devin: Buongiorno

Deanna: Pasta for breakfast, is that a good idea

Devin: Are you questioning an award winner?

Paris laughs while Deanna simply shakes her head.

Paris: I have been wondering Devin, what language will you use with the… bambinos

Devin: Oh, good question. Probably just a mix. Luna and I both speak Simlish to communicate to each other. But she does want to teach them Windenburgish even though I don’t speak it, and of course ma and pa would kill me if I didn’t teach them Tartosiano

Deanna: Maybe you should try learn Windenburgish. I mean we already speak two languages, would probably make it easier to pick it up

Paris: Wish I could speak more than Simlish

Deanna: In time baby

With Luna off teaching Devin spends some time with the bambinos before she has to head to set. Diaper change time does not go very well for either twin but they cheer up afterwards.

Deanna: Hey Devin, where do you keep-

Rilian: Zi Zi De (Zia Deanna)

Deanna: Ahh... is he talking to me

Devin: Sounds like it

Rilian waves at Deanna who waves back.

Deanna: Well hello to you to, have you learned to wave now?

Devin looks around for Alfred so she can feed him. He has scooted himself into the hall and is having some solo tummy time.

Devin: Piccolo mio, how about some breakfast

Alfred turns himself over to his back, looks towards Devin quizzically, then blows her a kiss!

Devin: Oh my watcher that is adorable!!! I love you to caro

Alfred: Mwah me lo (I love) mama

Devin: Mwah isn't technically a word but I don’t think mummy will mind. Can you do it for the camera so we can send her some love

Alfred: Mwah mummy

After feeding both twins Devin tries to practice crawling with them.

Devin: Rilian, can you come to mama? Come over to mama

Rilian: mama no ummy ummy (no, my tummy)

Devin: Good tummy use caro. Okay Alfred, how about you, can you come to mama

Alfred: Mama ri si (Rilian silly) *giggles*

Devin: You don’t even want to turn off your back this morning? Okay, you’re the boss I guess

Rudolphus: Congratulations on the win kiddo

Devin: Thanks. And I meant what I said, thanks for putting up with me

Rudolphus: It’s my job kid, I treat people like a canvas, you display my art

...

Devin: Hey Emily

Emily: Hmff

Devin: Could I have the costume for today please

Emily: I suppose so. It’s a bit out there for my taste

Devin: Like this hair isn’t

Emily: *chuckles* fair point. You know the drill, up on the stand

Devin: Connor? Is that you?

Connor: I swear not letting me stay brunette must be a joke to the hair and makeup department

Devin: Well at least I’m joining you on the odd coloured hair boat this time

Connor: Congrats on the win, it was deserved

Devin: Is this where I say you deserved yours to

Connor: *laughs* obviously. Okay, let’s practice this thing

Devin: Let me get my notes

The actors practice until director Levi calls for them to get on the soundstage.

Levi: ACTION

Devin: You will have to fight harder than that Sparrow if you want to protect Olympus

Connor: But Captain Sigma, why are we using laser swords? They are so antique

Devin: A true hero doesn’t even need a weapon Sparrow, this is just adding extra glam

Levi: CUT! Great job you two!

Devin: Let’s take a moment to remember-

Connor: We’re friends who don’t actually want to kill each other

Devin: Exactly

Levi: ACTION

Devin: Sparrow? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on patrol

Connor: I am worth more than patrol. You have had it your way for too long. There’s only room for one hero in Olympus, and it is not you Captain Sigma!

Devin: Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal

The two begin a fight scene, kicking up clouds of dust, and the battle finishes with Devin using the fake ray to paralyse Connor.

Levi: CUT! You guys had that choreography nailed

Devin: Selfie?

Connor: You’re remembering to do it before the lights are turned off, well done

Devin: Are you in shot? Say “Sigma”

La: SIGMA

Levi: Ladies, ladies… ACTION

La: I was so worried when Sparrow locked me out of the system that I had seen the last of you

Devin: Never! No matter how crazy Olympus gets, our love is my priority

Devin sweeps her co-star up in a passionate kiss.

Levi: CUT! Can I see if we got the right angles on that?

Devin breathes out, glad the gig is going well. She ends with gold level, a nice raise, and fame level lifted to a 4-star proper celebrity.

Previous Part ... Next Part

[gy4doa]

Visual Kei (V系) : My Current Hyperfixation.

I'd like to so badly talk about V系 (Visual Kei/Vkei). This subculture has been my top interest these past few months. It is SO underrated.

Context:

Visual Kei is an alternative music and fashion movement defined as flamboyant, androgynous and theatrical. The aesthetic takes influences from international and Japanese glam rock and punk rock bands.

I have just started getting into vkei. Although I am not that educated on it, I love vkei as a whole. Its fashion, the vibe it gives off, its musicians—and most importantly, its music.

Firstly, I want to talk about the FIRST EVER band that got in me into vkei: MALICE MIZER.

Malice Mizer

This band was nothing but purely majestic. The first song I heard from them was entitled, "Ma Chèrie."

MALICE MIZER was my first vkei band ever. Each and every one of their music had me ascending! The day I discovered this band was the day I found happiness.

- But sadly, they disbanded in 2001.

Here are some songs from them that I recommend:

• Aegen

• Gekka No Yasoukyoku

• Au Revoir

• Bel Air

• Gardenia

• Premier Amour

• Le Ciel

• Transylvania

Members:

Mana - Guitarist

Közi - Guitarist

Yu~ki - Bassist

Gaz - Drummer (original/first)

Tetsu - Vocalist (first)

Kami - Drummer

Gackt - Vocalist (second)

Klaha - Vocalist (last/third)

Visit: (For more context.)

Next up!

— . . Gulu Gulu

I am currently obsessed with this band. They are the first ever JROCK band I have listened to. Despite Gulu Gulu and Malice Mizer being under the same roof (vkei), Gulu Gulu features more rock and metal-like music, unlike Malice Mizer with their angelic songs.

—— Their songs portray loud music, with band vocalist—Ai—screaming his lungs out. But nonetheless, the music they make is absolutely amazing. I cannot explain my love for this band.

- But sadly, they disbanded in March 17, 2023.

Songs I recommend:

• Kaebin

• Henna Merry Go Round

• Rubra

• Living Dead End

• Akunin

• Karappo ga Chirakatta heya

• Hidarite wa Snuff Film

Members:

Ai - Vocalist

Hotaru - Drummer

Lanju - Bassist

Rito - Guitarist

Kazari - (ex-member, Guitarist)

Visit: https://vk.gy/artists/gulu-gulu/

(for more context)

DADAROMA

Dadaroma was the 2nd band I discovered right after Gulu Gulu, and I realized that their music was a bit similar. Specifically, the vocalists' voice. Ai from Gulu Gulu and Yoshiatsu from Dadaroma both captivated me with their amazing voices.

My love for this band is actually insane. Their visuals are stunning and crazed, plus their music makes me feel so lively.

- But sadly, they disbanded in March 2020.

Song I recommend:

• Risley Circus

• POINT OF NO RETURN

• MONEY

• Mr. Terrorman

Members:

Yoshiatsu - Vocalist

Takashi - Guitarist

Tomo - Bassist

Ryohei - Drummer

Visit: (for more context)

JILUKA

JILUKA is such a talented and wonderful band. I recommend this band to people who listen to heavy metal. Despite their ethereal looks, the band makes such crazy music which is why I love them. They were the first band to get me into metal + the band men are so pretty and kind.

I would LOVE to go to a JILUKA concert someday.

- JILUKA has been active since 2013.

Songs I recommend:

• S4VAGE

• VENΦM

• BLVCK

• BaLa-DeDa

• Bloodshot

Members:

Ricko - Vocalist

Sena - Guitarist

Boogie - Bassist

Zyean - Drummer

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A lot of vkei fans will probably say that the bands I put here are all overrated and that I'm a 'poser' or whatever, but don't think like that.

I know more bands than just JILUKA, Gulu Gulu, Malice Mizer and Dadaroma.

For instance, I listen to Ashmaze, BUCK-TICK, Mejibray, KAKUMAY & Dir en grey. I know a bunch of vkei fans know these bands and consider them popular/overrated, but there's a reason why it's popular. The music, members and the band itself is beautiful and astonishing, which is why it has earned its title as 'popular'.

Plus, as I have stated, I am still discovering vkei bands and learning more about its genres. It'd be really helpful if you guys drop some information about Visual Kei! It is highly appreciated.

I love these bands with all my heart, but please give me recommendations of bands similar to those listed above, or just drop some underrated bands I can get attached to!

Bands I recommend:

Plastic Tree

Dazzling BAD

Versailles

the GazettE

ALIENE MARIAGE

Moi dix Mois

XaaXaa

Diaura

X Japan

SHAZNA

Songs I'd like to recommend you listen:

(band - song)

Mejibray - Kore wo izon to yobu nara

Mejibray - Divergence

Mejibray - DIE KUSSE

Plastic Tree - San-Gatsu Itsu-Ka

Plastic Tree - Ink

Plastic Tree - Tefutefu

Plastic Tree - Kuuchuu Buranko

SHAZNA - Sumire September Love

SHAZNA - Melty Love

SHAZNA - C'est la vie

Moi dix Mois - Monophobia

Moi dix Mois - Lilac of Damnation

Moi dix Mois - Nocturnal Romance

Moi dix Mois - Vestige

Gulu Gulu - Kubiwa Kyouiku no Susume

Gulu Gulu - Oyasumi

Kaneto-Juusei - Kimihahonnou

Kaneto-Juusei - tokyotomushokukobayashiakihito

Kaneto-Juusei - Manatsunobiratwo

(Sorry if the name for Kaneto-Juusei songs are wrong 😔)

: By the way, I suggested songs from bands I am fond of. As I had said, I am still discovering and learning about other bands and their music. Please bear with me, everyone. :')

— The songs I recommended are just so.. amazing. I actually can't describe how much I LOVE this genre of music. I can listen to them for all eternity.

And yes, haha, I know the beef between Ai from Gulu Gulu and Chill from Kaneto-Juusei, so saying that I put Gulu Gulu next to Kaneto-Juusei may be a bit disrespectful but it's kinda silly to me. I love both bands, though I do not support or can confirm the surrounding controversies each band has. I love and enjoy them solely because of their style and music, maybe also one member who isn't as problematic as the others or the band itself.

[glambots]

By the way, happy Holidays in advance!

Do the animatronics have their own festive celebrations once the pizzaplex is closed? Do they receive gifts or make gifts? You can choose the 4 characters you prefer for this. Thanks for all your hard work, I love what you do and I wish you everything you love for next year!

I'll do the Glams/band for this one!

🎩Glamrock Freddy + Holiday HCs:🎩

⭐Freddy is definitely the kind of guy to put gifts together by-hand--and they're usually filled with merchandise and vouchers of some kind. He'd love to give more "personal" gifts, but still, it's more about the sentiment behind the gift, rather than what's given...right? (He still really hopes you like it, though.)

⭐Almost everyone on the staff gets a "gift" from Freddy Fazbear for..."Fazmas." Though it's mostly a corporate issued gift card or voucher for the Plex itself. Gotta get that money cycling back into the arcade-economy! Freddy is aware of this tradition, though he feels a little awkward knowing the gifts didn't actually come from him.

⭐Aside from putting together gifts, Freddy spends most of his holidays responding to fanmail. When I say the man gets just about as many letters as Santa, I mean it. Not that he doesn't appreciate the cards and letters he gets! It can just be a bit...much. He only has so many shelves to display things on!

🍕Glamrock Chica + Holiday HCs:🍕

⭐Chica loves decorating. She absolutely lives for helping string up Fazmas lights all around the 'Plex. She'll even try to sneak up some mistletoe here and there if she can get away with it! (Which she can, usually until someone gets caught under it and then it gets taken away--killjoys!)

⭐Her gifts tend to be little bundles of candy, vouchers, and hand-made Fazmas cards. They're very basic, but she puts a lot of love and genuine care into each package. There are ribbons everywhere. Stickers. Glitter. Bows. She even swaps out her regular candy selection for more "holiday-themed" treats to give out.

⭐Honestly, out of the group, Chica is the most holiday-crazy. She'll spend hours looping holiday songs on repeat until either Roxy or Monty threaten to break her stereo if she doesn't play something else for the love of god please if they have to listen to "Jinglebell Rock" one more Got Dam time--

🐺Roxanne Wolf + Holiday HCs:🐺

⭐Being your resident "tsundere," it is up to Roxy to be the "Bah! Humbug" of the group. She's too cool for all this sappy Fazmas junk. Why get all excited over nothing? It's just another day. (She says, spending countless hours poring over what gifts to get her bandmates.) They better appreciate all she does for them!

⭐Still, that "Grinch-like" mentality is never shown around the fans. No need to ruin it for the little rockstars. Besides, she has to admit--she looks pretty good in-costume. But, like, when doesn't she? Not to mention, she gives Mariah Carey a run for her money when it comes to performing "All I Want For (Faz)mas!"

⭐Really, though, as much as she puts on an act in the face of "holiday spirit," Roxy is such a sucker for getting holidays cards. She might not get nearly as many as Freddy, obviously, but the ones she does get, she displays with complete and utter pride. And if anyone (Monty) makes a snide comment on it, she'll kick their ass!

🐊Montgomery Gator + Holiday HCs:🐊

⭐Compared to Roxy, Monty kind of flip-flops between trying to act too "cool" for the holiday hype, and being completely obvious about his love for the holidays. Because, who wouldn't be hype?! It's Fazmas, baby! Time to crack open some (non-alcoholic) eggnog and Jinglebell Rock-n-Roll!

⭐When it comes to character costumes, he's almost always cast as a reindeer of some sort. Mostly because the elf costumes won't fit on him, and corporate just has to have Freddy play Santa. Every. Year. No, he's not salty about it, not at all! Why would you think that? He says, drawing a mustache and horns on the nearest "Santa Paws" poster. Stupid, lucky bigshot bear...

⭐Monty's gifts are very...self-promotional. Usually vouchers to his own attractions, something with his autograph on it, and a Fazmas-themed "limited edition" Monty plush. And he fully expects you to love it, because why wouldn't you? Look at how cool his plush looks! Check out that autograph! And you get a chance to hang out with him even more! What's not to love?!

[zpl1nt3r3d-b0n3-zhardz]

cute themed pronouns!!

cute/cutes/cuteself

cutesy/cutesys/cutesyself

adorb/adorbs/adorbself

adorable/adorables/adorableself

cutie/cuties/cutieself

pretty/prettys/prettyself

lace/laces/laceself

ribbon/ribbons/ribbonself

silk/silks/silkself

sweet/sweets/sweetself

charm/charms/charmself

pup/pups/pupself

puppy/puppys/puppyself

pearl/pearls/pearlself

pink/pinks/pinkself

dainty/daintys/daintyself

fluffy/fluffys/fluffyself

fluff/fluffs/fluffself

kid/kids/kidself

kiddie/kiddies/kiddieself

kiddo/kiddos/kiddoself

child/childs/childself

plush/plushs/plushself

stuffie/stuffies/stuffieself

play/plays/playself

fun/funs/funself

playground/playgrounds/playgroundself

softie/softies/softieself

soft/softs/softself

tiny/tinys/tinyself

flower/flowers/flowerself

nice/nices/niceself

petal/petals/petalself

buddy/buddys/buddyself

silly/sillys/sillyself

goofy/goofys/goofyself

goof/goofs/goofself

sill/sills/sillself

candy/candys/candyself

cozy/cozys/cozyself

comfy/comfys/comfyself

comf/comfs/comfself

cocoa/cocoas/cocoaself

glim/glims/glimself

glimmer/glimmers/glimmerself

shine/shines/shineself

cupid/cupids/cupidself

love/loves/loveself

lovey/loveys/loveyself

lovely/lovelys/lovelyself

adore/adores/adoreself

fuzz/fuzzs/fuzzself

fuzzy/fuzzys/fuzzyself

gum/gums/gumself

bubble/bubbles/bubbleself

doll/dolls/dollself

warm/warms/warmself

kitty/kittys/kittyself

kitten/kittens/kittenself

mrrp/mrrps/mrrpself

meow/meows/meowself

meep/meeps/meepself

merp/merps/merpself

mrow/mrows/mrowself

boop/boops/boopself

boof/boofs/boofself

glam/glams/glamself

hug/hugs/hugself

sugar/sugars/sugarself

glit/glits/glitselt

glitter/glitters/glitterself

blit/blitz/blizself

honey/honeys/honeyself

hon/hons/honself

<3/<3s/<3self

luv/luvs/luvself

awh/awhs/awhself

aww/awws/awwself

gummy/gummys/gummyself

babe/babes/babeself

sticker/stickers/stickerself

rose/roses/roseself

lilly/lillys/lillyself

jelly/jellys/jellyself

jello/jellos/jelloself

wiggle/wiggles/wiggleself

jiggle/jiggles/jiggleself

cherry/cherrys/cherryself

berry/berrys/berryself

strawb/strawbs/strawbself

floral/florals/floralself

fairy/fairys/fairyself

crystal/crystals/crystalself

♡/♡s/♡self

☆/☆s/☆self

mew/mews/mewself

star/stars/starself

pastel/pastels/pastelself

blush/blushs/blushself

choco/chocos/chocoself

marsh/marshs/marshself

fruit/fruits/fruitself

mallow/mallows/mallowself

chu/chus/chuself

mwah/mwahs/mwahself

kiss/kisses/kissself

smooch/smoochs/smoochself

pudding/puddings/puddingself

vanilla/vanillas/vanillaself

flan/flans/flanself

honeybun/honeybuns/honeybunself

creme/cremes/cremeself

endear/endears/endearself

crush/crushs/crushself

darling/darlings/darlingself

laugh/laughs/laughself

giggle/giggles/giggleself

squish/squishs/squishself

eclair/eclairs/eclairself

fond/fonds/fondself

caramel/caramels/caramelself

gummybear/gummybears/gummybearself

affection/affections/affectionself

passion/passions/passionself

devotion/devotions/devotionself

yern/yerns/yernself

cherish/cherishs/cherishself

delight/delights/delightself

handsome/handsomes/handsomeself

pretty/prettys/prettyself

tutu/tutus/tutuself

skirt/skirts/skirtself

dress/dresses/dressself

cake/cakes/cakeself

frosting/frostings/frostingself

taffy/taffys/taffyself

loll/lollip/lollipopself

skittle/skittles/skittleself

syrup/syrups/syrupself

twinkle/twinkles/twinkleself

cuddle/cuddles/cuddleself

charm/charms/charmself

snuggle/snuggles/snuggleself

grin/grins/grinself

smile/smiles/smileself

val/vals/valself

valen/valens/valenself

valentine/valentines/valentineself

doe/does/doeself

baby/babys/babyself

gloss/glosses/glossself

lipstick/lipsticks/lipstickself

lovebug/lovebugs/lovebugself

shortcake/shortcakes/shortcakeself

boba/bobas/bobaself

juice/juices/juiceself

lip/lips/lipself

rainbow/rainbows/rainbowself

pie/pies/pieself

icecream/icecreams/icecreamself

donut/donuts/donutself

cookie/cookies/cookieself

bow/bows/bowself

balloon/balloons/balloonself

gift/gifts/giftself

party/partys/partyself

paint/paints/paintself

crayon/crayons/crayonself

fem/fems/femself

neu/neus/neuself

masc/mascs/mascself

heart/hearts/heartself

perfume/perfumes/perfumeself

cologne/colognes/cologneself

flutter/flutters/flutterself

angel/angels/angelself

joy/joys/joyself

happy/happys/happyself

zoomie/zoomies/zoomieself

X3/X3/X3SELF

XD/XDS/XDSELF

XP/XPS/XPSELF

hehe/hehes/heheself

confetti/confettis/confettiself

sweater/sweaters/sweaterself

friend/friends/friendself

fufu/fufus/fufuself

mwaha/mwahas/mwahaself

frill/frills/frillself

small/smalls/smallself

bun/buns/bunself

purr/purrs/purrself

pet/pets/petself

boo/boos/booself

dear/dears/dearself

soulmate/soulmates/soulmateself

doodle/doodles/doodleself

draw/draws/drawself

coo/coos/cooself

:3/:3s/:3self

:D/:Ds/:Dself

:]/:]s/:]self

:)/:)s/:)self

:>/:>s/:>self

:}/:}s/:}self

:I/:Is/:Iself

stunning/stunnings/stunningself

beautiful/beautifuls/beautifulself

gorgeous/gorgeous/gorgeousself

jam/jams/jamself

puff/puffs/puffself

date/dates/dateself

velvet/velvets/velvetself

mini/minis/miniself

dream/dreams/dreamself

dreamy/dreamys/dreamyself

bloom/blooms/bloomself

pas/pacis/paciself

kit/kits/kitself

bunny/bunnys/bunnyself

blanket/blankets/blanketself

poof/poofs/poofself

mooshy/mooshys/mooshyself

moosh/mooshs/mooshself

mochi/mochis/mochiself

milk/milks/milkself

mel/mels/melself

Mer/mers/merself

aol/aols/aolself

bew/bewis/bewiself

bei/beis/beiself

fen/fena/fenaself

feo/feos/feoself

gee/gees/geeself

gen/gens/genself

hap/haps/hapself

lero/leros/leroself

melp/melps/melpself

pew/pews/pewself

pem/pems/pemself

pez/pezs/pezself

pip/pips/pipself

zee/zeers/zeerself

zex/zexs/zexself

😍/😍s/😍self

🥰/🥰s/🥰self

😘/😘s/😘self

☺️/☺️s/☺️self

😊/😊s/😊self

😚/😚s/😚self

😋/😋s/😋self

😻/😻s/😻self

💋/💋s/💋self

👄/👄s/👄self

💄/💄s/💄self

💐/💐s/💐self

🌷/🌷s/🌷self

🌹/🌹s/🌹self

🥀/🥀s/🥀self

🪷/🪷s/🪷self

🌺/🌺s/🌺self

🌸/🌸s/🌸self

🌼/🌼s/🌼self

🌻/🌻s/🌻self

🌈/🌈s/🌈self

🍓/🍓s/🍓self

🫐/🫐s/🫐self

🍏/🍏s/🍏self

🍎/🍎s/🍎self

🍐/🍐s/🍐self

🍌/🍌s/🍌self

🍉/🍉s/🍉self

🍇/🍇s/🍇self

🍈/🍈s/🍈self

🍒/🍒s/🍒self

🍑/🍑s/🍑self

🥭/🥭s/🥭self

🥝/🥝s/🥝self

🍡/🍡s/🍡self

🍧/🍧s/🍧self

🍨/🍨s/🍨self

🍦/🍦s/🍦self

🧁/🧁s/🧁self

🥧/🥧s/🥧self

🍰/🍰s/🍰self

🎂/🎂s/🎂self

🍮/🍮s/🍮self

🍭/🍭s/🍭self

🍬/🍬s/🍬self

🍫/🍫s/🍫self

🍩/🍩s/🍩self

🍪/🍪s/🍪self

🧃/🧃s/🧃self

🧋/🧋s/🧋self

🩰/🩰s/🩰self

🏩/🏩s/🏩self

💒/💒s/💒self

🧸/🧸s/🧸self

🎀/🎀s/🎀self

🎈/🎈s/🎈self

🎁/🎁s/🎁self

🎉/🎉s/🎉self

🪅/🪅s/🪅self

🎊/🎊s/🎊self

🪩/🪩s/🪩self

🖍️/🖍️s/🖍️self

🖌️/🖌️s/🖌️self

❤️/❤️s/❤️self

🧡/🧡s/🧡self

💛/💛s/💛self

💚/💚s/💚self

💙/💙s/💙self

💜/💜s/💜self

🖤/🖤s/🖤self

���/🤎s/🤎self

🤍/🤍s/🤍self

❣️/❣️s/❣️self

💕/💕s/💕self

💞/💞s/💞self

💓/💓s/💓self

💗/💗s/💗self

💖/💖s/💖self

💘/💘s/💘self

💝/💝s/💝self

💟/💟s/💟self

♥️/♥️s/♥️self

🫶/🫶s/🫶self

🦋/🦋s/🦋self

🐙/🐙s/🐙self

🦑/🦑s/🦑self

🫧/🫧s/🫧self

🐶/🐶s/🐶self

🐱/🐱s/🐱self

🐩/🐩s/🐩self

🐕/🐕s/🐕self

🐈/🐈s/🐈self

🐈‍⬛/🐈‍⬛s/🐈‍⬛self

🦄/🦄s/🦄self

🐀/🐀s/🐀self

🐹/🐹s/🐹self

🐰/🐰s/🐰self

🐇/🐇s/🐇self

🐿/🐿s/🐿self

🦔/🦔s/🦔self

🐾/🐾s/🐾self

🐣/🐣s/🐣self

🐤/🐤s/🐤self

🐥/🐥s/🐥self

🐸/🐸s/🐸self

🦭/🦭s/🦭self

🪼/🪼s/🪼self

🐌/🐌s/🐌self

🪀/🪀s/🪀self

🪅/🪅s/🪅self

👛/👛s/👛self

👝/👝s/👝self

👒/👒s/👒self

[cinamun]

My grandmother on my dads side felt she was too young to be called mom so her kids called her by her name and we called her nana because she didn’t want to be called grandma. As you said there’s glam-ma now and Gigi and just so many other options that isn’t the traditional names. Titi for auntie. The list goes on.

Also, my mom and dad had me young so we’re not too far off in age and they’ve both been struggling to cope with the “grandparents” idea. My mom is coping a little better than my dad but he’s always been the “I’ll be young forever” type of person. I think they’ll forget all about the insecurities for a bit once baby girl drops in a few months, but I definitely agree that adopting new roles in life that tie into the aging process can really do a number on you if you’re not ready to accept/embrace it. Even I forget I’m actually 25 and not 18 anymore so when people call me “mom” or “mama” now it just feels odd but I’m getting used to it as it gets closer to my due date. Just took a lot of self reflecting and self love and understanding that I can still be myself while simultaneously being someone’s mother.

"Took a lot of self reflecting and self love and understanding that I can still be myself while being someone's mother"

COME ON SISSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

Its kinda like that weird phenomenon where some folks forget the pain of childbirth the moment they hold their baby! Because the thing that really matters isnow tangible! It's WILD!

There are a lot of variables like the ones you described like the age you are when you have your baby and if parents have their children young (like teen parents, etc) the terms like "Auntie" and "Granny" are harder to swallow. In the end, its our own acceptance and love of ourselves that really matters.

TABERNACLE!

[mintaka14]

Fic Snippets

@goldenlaurelleaveswrites tagged me for this.

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

I’m not sure who hasn’t been tagged yet. No pressure to these people if they don’t want to, but taggin @freedom-shamrock @trixxiephantomhive @airi-p4

So, here goes, in order of posting:

O Fortuna (this one is NSFW and ML AU Lukanette)

When she turned back, though, Luka was leaning calmly against the altar, unaffected by the fading static in the air. He was watching her with a look in his deep blue eyes that never failed to bring a blush to her cheeks. The slow, private smile that curled the corners of his mouth was a whole different kind of intense.

“He’s not wrong ��� those songs don’t do you justice,” he said, his voice dropping in a way that sent a shiver through her. “That was so hot.”

Don’t Go Down By Carter Hall (ML AU Lukanette)

He bit back a smile at the confirmation that Marinette was more than she seemed.

“I come from an interesting family,” he shrugged. “Ma… well, she’s always followed the call of her music and the sea, but you don’t get much more pragmatic than my Ma. Her ma, though… my granny, she had the second sight. It runs in the family, and odd things turn up in our bloodline from time to time. There are plenty of songs about Couffaines who followed their music and their hearts to strange places.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to,” Marinette said in exasperation, and Luka grinned down at his guitar.

“No, I don’t have to,” he agreed. “Do you really want me to go?”

Get In and Drive (ML AU Lukanette)

“No word of a lie, I’ve played the accordion. In public, what’s more, although guitar is still my first love.”

“Guitarist… I could see that.” She ran a glance over him that he felt down to his bones, lingering on his dyed hair and piercings. “I could see you pulling off the whole rockstar glam thing, although you might want to go for a different shirt,” she giggled again, eyeing the ratty tshirt he’d pulled on that morning, and her smile grew wider. “Or are you the music nerd who posts guitar covers on youtube and knows every word of all the obscure indie classics?”

“Music nerd, definitely. You can test me on the lyrics,” he said, grinning back at her.

Locked Out (ML AU Lukanette)

“I met one of your neighbours,” he said in a daze, and Juleka’s eyebrows rose. “Dark hair, said she knows you from work, climbs like a ninja, legs like you wouldn’t believe, and god, those blue eyes…”

Juleka’s brows rose further. “Marinette was here? Wait, climbs like a ninja?”

“Yeah,” Luka sighed happily. He probably should ask Marinette out to dinner at least once before he proposed. He was pretty sure that was the right thing to do. He probably should introduce himself to her first.

See the Light (ML Lukanette)

“Tell me if you don’t want this,” he insisted. His ocean blue eyes were still on her, giving her that look that saw more than they should, and Marinette remembered sixteen year old Luka telling her You can tell me everything, or nothing if you prefer as he held her while she fell apart. And she’d wanted to tell him everything. She’d come within a breath of spilling all her secrets and risking the safety of everyone she cared about to keep him.

Looking into his eyes now, Marinette had a bad feeling that the man Luka had become would be even harder to walk away from than the sweet sixteen year old boy he’d been. So it was just as well that Rose and her Sparkly Sense was way off base.

“What have I gotten myself into?” she sighed.

Coryphee (ML Ballet AU Lukanette)

“Marinette was here earlier,” she said to the screen, and Luka paused in the middle of trying to take off his shoes.

“Was she okay?”

Juleka shrugged. “She didn’t say. Just asked if you were around. What the hell is going on with you two?”

Luka sighed and dropped onto the couch beside Juleka, running a hand through his stiff and sweaty hair.

“Marinette’s been having a tough time with a bitch in the ballet corps,” he told her. “She’s spreading rumours about Mari, and tried to get me involved today.”

“And you just left Mari instead of walking home with her? So you could go on a date?” Juleka sat up straight and glared at him. “No wonder she looked like death when she got here.”

“Adrien was going to drive her home!” he protested, and Juleka’s glare grew fiercer.

“What kind of gobshite moron are you?”

Stars and Fire (Fushigi Yuugi)

Daisuke was following Marin, who trailed her fingers over the mossy stones of the wall as they climbed. Near the top, she paused at a beautiful bas-relief carving and traced the sweep of a magnificent feathered tail curving over the peonies and flowers.

Daisuke gave an involuntary shudder, and Marin glanced back at him.

“Are you alright?”

He tried to smile. “It’s that damn firebird again. I’m seeing it everywhere.”

“Well, it is Suzaku’s country,” Marin told him. “His image tends to show up a bit. Why does it bother you?”

“I don’t know,” Daisuke shrugged. “I just feel like it’s watching me. It’s got this look in its eye like my brother gets when he thinks I’ve screwed up.”

Marked (ML Lukanette)

Luka reached across the table to grab a bottle of water, and she found herself staring at the seemingly random patterns of the mystery tattoo wrapped around his wrist. She knew that pattern. She knew it like the back of her hand, and suddenly it felt like all the air had been stolen from her lungs.

“Mari?” someone was asking, as if from a long way away.

She felt a hand on her shoulder – Luka’s hand.

“Marinette, are you okay?”

Wingwoman (ML Lukanette)

Alya waved that away.

“She’s just getting distracted because she thinks that Adrien is hooking up with Kagami now, but if we can just get Marinette alone with Adrien so she can confess, then he’ll fall in love with Marinette and they can double date with me and Nino and be happy ever after, and she doesn’t have to settle.”

Behind her fringe, Juleka frowned. Settle? That was her brother that Alya was dismissing as a poor second.

A Time and a Place (ML Lukanette)

“Stop!” Chat shouted. He clapped his hands over his ears and then dropped them again, glaring at the taller boy. “I get it.”

“Do you?” Viperion raised an eyebrow, his eyes still cold. He stepped back, glancing over his shoulder to where Ladybug was watching them with a deep frown. “We still have a battle to fight here, and the lady is waiting.”

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[✎ ITA] W Korea : Intervista con V pre-rilascio di Layover (V x Cartier) | 22.08.2023

🗞 V x W KOREA - 22 agosto 2023

__ Intervista ‘cover story’ per W Korea (feat. Cartier) di settembre

📷 Servizio fotografico | Orig. KOR | Ver. ENG | Twitter

Ecco dispiegata, ancora una volta, la pacata radiosità di V—il suo portamento, riflesso finanche in un battito di ciglia, come sospeso nella leggiadra cadenza temporale.

Tra le luci sontuose e gli elaborati gioielli che ne impreziosiscono la figura, il portamento composto di V sprigiona un fascino irresistibile.

Nell'introduzione del video musicale di ‘Love Me Again’, che è un primo sguardo al suo album solista – Layover - di prossima uscita, la sua aura echeggia il lusso di un'icona glam rock. Tuttavia, circondato dallo splendore mistico delle caverne – stalattiti quasi soprannaturali sospese tutt'intorno – V si erge come l'incarnazione di un moderno Narciso—rischiarato da luminescenze danzanti che divampano fulgide come il sole. Nella successiva anteprima offerta da ‘Rainy Days’, potremmo distillare l'essenza stessa del video in ciò che non sarebbe affatto fuori luogo chiamare ‘profondo sentimentalismo’.

Mentre lavorava al suo nuovo album, l'obiettivo di V era quello di svelare nuove dimensioni di se stesso, nonché le diverse personalità coltivate nel tempo, grazie alle esperienze vissute finora. Non abbiamo dubbi che i 5 videoclip delle altrettante tracce di Layover si amalgameranno in perfetta armonia —un vero e proprio omaggio al suo genio artistico.

Con la sua soave espressività vocale e la sua aura, di fronte all'obiettivo, V è in pieno controllo della scena e conquista non solo le/gli ARMY, ma anche produttori e artigiani dell'arte visiva, i/le quali non vedono l'ora di tuffarsi alla scoperta delle sue profonde abilità creative.

A partire dall'ammaliante luccichio nei suoi occhi, passando per l'accattivante grazia delle sue dita e l'eleganza della sua figura, W Korea ha immortalato fino all'ultima sfaccettatura dell'essenza di V. E quando poi – durante la nostra intervista – il sole stava calando, ricoprendoci delle sue tenui luminescenze, V ci ha lasciatə distrattamente con queste parole:

‘È in giornate come queste che mi sento felice e ho il cuore pieno di gioia.’

Potremmo descrivere il giugno 2022 – mese in cui i BTS si sono imbarcati nelle proprie carriere soliste – come un elegante arazzo in cui sono intessuti 9 anni di storia di gruppo. L'album-antologia 'Proof' ne è l'espressione più concreta. Da allora, hai seguito i tuoi compagni di viaggio intraprendere le loro attività individuali, cosa hai provato e colto da quest'esperienza?

V: Ogni volta che li vedo salire sul palco, sono così fiero di quanta strada hanno fatto. Ognuno di loro porta alla luce qualcosa di nuovo ed inedito ed è semplicemente fantastico seguirli in quest'esperienza. Sul serio, sono totalmente preso e sto cercando di assorbire il più possibile da ogni singolo spettacolo e palco presentato e solcato finora dai ragazzi.

Ora che i riflettori sono puntati su V, c'è fibrillazione nell'aria–Layover, il tuo primo album solista, verrà rilasciato l'8 settembre. Questa tua impresa artistica è ormai entrata nel vivo, ma quali sono stati i pensieri e sentimenti predominanti negli ultimi mesi di processo creativo?

V: Mi sembra passata un'eternità dall'ultima volta che ho lavorato e ho incontrato le/gli ARMY individualmente. Volete sapere qual era il pensiero più pressante? ‘Dovrei forse mettermi a dieta, se voglio che sia un comeback in grande stile?’ Potete fidarvi quando dico che era diventata una vera e propria ossessione (ride).

Degna di nota, riguardo Layover, è la collaborazione con Min Hee-jin, la presidentessa di ADOR nonché il genio creativo dietro le NewJeans. Per quale motivo hai deciso di coinvolgerla in qualità di produttrice, per questo progetto?

V: Volevo mostrare un lato diverso della mia musicalità, rispetto ai miei lavori precedenti, e questa collaborazione mi è sembrata il modo più adatto per raggiungere quell'obiettivo. Lo spunto principale è arrivato da(ll'album) 'Pink Tape' delle F(x), e l'ho contattata subito dopo essermene ricordato. Abbiamo avuto scambi creativi davvero soddisfacenti, coprendo ogni dettaglio del caso, e l'intero processo non ha incontrato intoppi. La produttrice Min ha messo a mia disposizione la sua passione ed esperienza. Inoltre è una persona davvero accogliente e piacevole.

Chiaramente tu non sei estraneo alla sala registrazioni; tuttavia, affrontare un progetto solista era un'esperienza ancora inesplorata, per te. Hai scoperto qualcosa di nuovo sul tuo conto – fossero anche solo sfumature ancora inedite della tua artisticità - durante questo viaggio?

V: L'intero processo mi ha ricordato i miei giorni di addestramento da trainee. È stato come riscoprire la mia identità canora. Così facendo, quasi per caso, ho scoperto nuovi aspetti della mia vocalità– più vicino a certe tonalità ed enunciazioni rispetto a prima.

Facciamo un salto nel passato, allora: in una puntata di <BTS Gayo>, ti abbiamo visto in una perfetta esibizione di ‘Love's Twist’ di Sul Wun-do. Ora, tornando rapidamente allo scorso giugno, ti abbiamo anche sentito in serenate jazz sui grandi classici del passato. La tua voce ha questa rara maturità naturale, specialmente nelle tonalità più basse, che ti distingue da molti dei cantanti della tua età. Conosci bene le tecniche canore che meglio possono esprimere questo tuo fascino?

V: Mi piacciono diversi generi musicali e spesso mi ritrovo a canticchiare tra me e me. Grazie ai preparativi per quest'album solista, posso dire veramente di aver scoperto la mia essenza canora, ed è proprio questo che ha reso il tutto estremamente gratificante.

Trovi che Layover sia più una raccolta di ciò in cui V brilla maggiormente o di ciò che ama?

V: È un mix di entrambe le cose. In Layover, ho fuso i miei punti di forza con ciò che amo. Sono impareggiabile, quando si tratta di questo tipo di atmosfere (ride). Vorreste maggiori dettagli?... Beh, per ora non posso ancora svelarveli.

Tu e Jungkook spesso condividete le vostre bozze musicali? Dopo il recente rilascio del suo progetto solista, ‘Seven’ - a luglio, Jungkook ha rivelato che tu sei stato il primo a sentire la sua canzone. Tuttavia, ha anche candidamente ammesso le dissonanze musicali tra voi, osservando ‘A dire il vero, abbiamo gusti piuttosto diversi. V è più per le sonorità calme e chic’. Che cosa significa, per te, quel ‘chic’?

V: Ahahah, per me ‘chic’ ha diversi significati. Prendete, ad esempio, RM. Ha scritto questo inedito pazzesco, il brano che ha presentato – magnificamente - a sorpresa durante il concerto encore di SUGA. Ogni volta che sento quella canzone, penso ‘Voglio cantare anche io un brano così chic, prima o poi.’

In quanto artista, dovrai sicuramente affrontare diversi stadi e passaggi prima di poter presentare i frutti del tuo lavoro al resto del mondo. Quale momento in questo processo è più elettrizzante, per te?

V: Dare vita concreta ad un progetto o concept artistico fino ad allora solo immaginato è, senza dubbio, già elettrizzante di per sé, nonché una grandissima soddisfazione – sia che si tratti di video musicali o servizi fotografici.

Persino icone globali del tuo calibro, talvolta, si lasciano sopraffare dall'agitazione. Come riesci a mantenere la calma? Chi o cosa ti è d'aiuto per restare in bolla?

V: A dire il vero, devo confessare che trovo un certo fascino nella tremarella che precede un'esibizione. È entusiasmante, una felice trepidazione. Mi piace quel tipo di tensione.

C'è forse qualche complimento che riesce a tirarti particolarmente su di morale?

V: Beh… ogni complimento è sempre il benvenuto. Quando ne ricevo, praticamente ballo felice fino a casa.

Se dovessi prendere in esame la tua personalità, quali tratti o sfumature di quest'ultima apprezzi maggiormente?

V: Anche se non sono sempre attivo o veloce in ciò che faccio, ho una certa costanza e resistenza, procedo saldo come una nave cisterna

Abbiamo tuttə delle vulnerabilità. Quale pensi sia il tuo tallone d'Achille?

V: Forse i miei tempi? Sono solito seguire un mio ritmo, e questo, probabilmente, mette a dura prova la pazienza delle/gli ARMY, a volte. Parlo, ad esempio, del mio album solista– l'attesa si è protratta piuttosto a lungo. In realtà, l'idea originale era pubblicarlo a dicembre dello scorso anno; ma il processo creativo ha richiesto più tempo del previsto, e di questo sono molto dispiaciuto nei confronti delle/i fan.

Nei momenti cruciali della tua esistenza, tendi maggiormente ad affidarti al tuo intuito o cerchi consiglio nella tua cerchia di conoscenze?

V: Ho piena fiducia nel mio istinto, ma sono sempre aperto e pronto ad assorbire i consigli che mi arrivano dalle persone a me vicine. Sono entrambi molto importanti per me.

Conducendo una vita sempre sotto i riflettori, non c'è dubbio tu abbia vissuto diversi momenti magici. Tuttavia, col passare del tempo, provi forse un minore senso di meraviglia rispetto a quello degli inizi?

V: Interessante.. Sì, certo, ci sono stati momenti in cui il palcoscenico m'è parso meno elettrizzante. Per mantenere vivo quel senso di meraviglia e gratitudine, credo di dover trovare nuovi lati e sfaccettature della mia arte e personalità, così da evolvere. È proprio questo desiderio di riscoperta e rinnovamento che sta alla base del mio nuovo album.

Nonostante dal punto di vista artistico, man mano che accumuli nuove esperienze, tu continui a crescere e ad evolvere, c'è forse qualche aspetto di V – o forse dovremmo dire di Kim Taehyung – che rimane sempre uguale?

V: La ricerca della felicità, per quanto piccola o passeggera possa essere. Che si tratti dell'amicizia con gli altri membri, l'atmosfera speciale di un set o anche il pensiero fugace dei giorni di riposo a venire o di ciò che mangerò oggi– questi piccoli e gioiosi momenti di felicità sono molto importanti, per me.

Col dispiegarsi della vita, quali sono le tue aspirazioni più ambiziose, al momento?

V: Forse vi sorprenderà, ma solitamente non nutro grandi ambizioni. Mi è stato detto che i miei desideri sono di natura temperata. Ovviamente, avere ambizioni ed obiettivi è positivo, ma io sono solito misurare le giornate in gradi di felicità. Ciononostante, quando si tratta di un servizio fotografico, divento piuttosto ambizioso (ride).

Poniamo ci sia la perfetta confluenza di tempo, spazio ed opportunità, qual è un'esibizione cui ti piacerebbe lavorare e portare alla luce? Il palcoscenico dei tuoi sogni?

V: Tutto ruota sempre intorno alle/gli ARMY. Stare insieme, sentire la loro energia– quello è fondamentale.

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5 Gorgeous Karwa Chauth Makeup Looks for 2024

Karwa Chauth is one of the most awaited festivals in India, where married women fast from sunrise until moonrise for the longevity and well-being of their husbands. On this special day, women love to dress up in beautiful attire and traditional ornaments, and, above all, create the perfect Karva Chauth makeup. Whether you prefer a subtle, elegant look or something bold and glamorous, your makeup should reflect the celebration. In 2024, Charmacy Milano Cosmeticsoffers an exclusive range of stunning Karwa Chauth makeup looks, from glowing skin to striking eyes and perfect lips, ensuring you shine throughout the festivities!

1. The Classic Glam Look

A classic karwa chauth makeup look never goes out of fashion. To achieve this, you want to draw attention to your enhanced features, along with rich festive colours.

Face Makeup: Begin by hydrating your skin with a cmc pro-pore conceal primer to help set a smooth base. Medium coverage, cmc liquid matte foundation evens the complexion. Only this flawless finish could get you through a long day of fasting when Charmacy Milano's set & fix loose powder makeup is there to set the foundation without any unwanted shine.

For definition, you may apply a Cmc Cheek Enhancerat the sides of the face for a natural flush of colour. For defining the face, use a soft contour under the cheekbones and along the jawline. A highlighter on the high points with cmc Baked Illuminator, such as cheekbones, brow bone, and nose, gives it a glamorous shine.

Eyes Makeup: For eye makeup look, start with warm shades from Cmc eye shadow palette, and here is where I emphasise versatility in choosing the kit. Deep gold and bronze colour tones with a hint of brown in the crease will create a beautiful mix that complements traditional Indian outfits. Create a bold wing with Cmc sketch eyeliner and finish with voluminous mascara for further enhancement of eyes. To look great with eye makeup, fill your brows perfectly with cmc duo eyebrow filler & ultra definer to leave it smooth and defined.

Lip Makeup: This vibrant festive makeup look would come to its final with bold, deep lip colours. Deep reds or maroon would be just the right lip makeup products for Karwa Chauth. You will have an option between choosing liquid matte lipstick or creme lipstick according to your liking. Charmacy Milano's Flattering matte lipstick is also a great option for those who like to keep it low keyed.

2. The Dewy Goddess Makeup Look

The dewy goddess is perfect for that glowing, radiant karva chauth special makeup. All about fresh, hydrated glow with a minimal makeup effort, it is the epitome of effortlessness at its finest elegance.

Face Makeup:

Begin by applying a hydrating serum or moisturiser before your foundation. For this look, go for Cmc matte liquid foundation and put very minimal touches using Charmacy Milano's set & fix loose powder to keep everything in place without losing that luminous effect. Highlight the high points of your face to gain that extra glow. Soft coral or pink blush gives that tint on your cheeks.

Eye Makeup Look: Look for soft but invasive eyes. Think dewy goddess with a champagne or rose gold wash of eyeshadow over the lids. You want to avoid thick eyeliner and focus more on the soft, fluttery lashes, and likely a couple of coats of cmc power lash mascara. Softer fills in for the brows on the periphery to keep them natural yet defined.

Lip Makeup: For your lips, opt for something soft and natural. Charmacy Milano's Flattering matte lipstick in soft pink or nude will keep the focus on your radiant skin. A gloss on top can add to the dewiness and keep your lip makeup looking new all day.

3. The Bold and Beautiful Look

If you're one of those who love bold statements and are up to experimenting, then this simply beautiful Karva Chauth makeup is ideal for you.

Face Makeup :  Use a full-coverage cmc matte foundation for an ultra-glamorous base. For a long-lasting hold, set makeup with Cmc Set & Fix Loose powder. Contour the cheeks and highlight using a deep blush shade from Cmc cheek enhancer collection. Intensify with Cmc Baked Illuminator for dramatic contrast effects and high festive potential.

Eye Makeup: Now, you are focusing on the eyes for this look. Remove rich, jewel-toned shades such as emerald green, sapphire blue, or maybe even royal purple from your eye makeup kit. Blend well, and get bold with that eyeliner. That makes some dramatic cat-eye or graphic eyeliner to create a statement. Don't forget false lashes to end it off for added drama.

Lip Makeup: Deep berry shades, dark reds, or bold browns on the lips create a bold lip. Charmacy Milano's lip makeup products in these shades will surely be making your lips pop. And a liquid matte lipstick shall provide long-lasting colour with no smudging and worry-free throughout the day.

4. The Subtle Elegance Look

If you are a simple yet elegant person, the understated charm Karwa Chauth makeup look shall be just perfect for you. It is a rather ideal look for women who do not want much makeup but still have to be chic.

Face Makeup: Begin with the Cmc Matte foundation to achieve an even tone. Face makeup products include soft blushes in peach or pink hues that create a healthy glow and contouring method accentuated the shape of the face without looking too done. That highlighter on the nose, cheekbones, and brow bone is just enough to give you that fresh glow.

Eye Makeup: Save neutral shades of the colour for your eyes. Use thin eyeliner against the lash line to give a subtle look. Apply a coat of mascara to open up those peepers. Define your brows lightly with duo eyebrow filler & ultra definer eyebrow liner and take the look to be well-groomed and natural.

Lip Makeup: Go for soft, natural shades for the lips. A nude or pink from Flattering matte lipsticks will give you just enough colour without overpowering the rest of your makeup.

Karwa Chauth Makeup Essentials in Your Kit

To achieve any of these stunning looks, you'll need the right Special Karwa Chauth makeup kit. Here are a few must-have products in karwa chauth makeup list

Foundation

Select the type of coverage you want.A CMC Matte Liquid foundation that can perfectly blend your skin.

 2. Loose Powder and Makeup Fixing Powder:

Prevent smudging all day, set the longevity of your makeup with CMC Set & Fix Loose Powder

3.Blush and Highlighter:

Add a natural glow to the skin with CMC Cheek Enhancer and CMC Baked Illuminator.

 

4. Eyeshadow Palette:

This is another investment piece in makeup. You can get a CMC Eyeshadow 12 Colour Palette that contains both warm and cool tones to come up with different shades for the application of eyeshadow.

5. Lipstick Cosmetics:

Whether you like bold red lips or soft, nude shades, ensuring there are many lip makeup shades available is very crucial for your karva chauth makeup.Cmc Stunning Longstay Liquid lipsticks and Flattering Nude Lipsticks are the best for you karva chauth special makeup.

 

With Charmacy Milano's premium ranges of face makeup products, eye makeup kits, and lip makeup products, your desired special Karva Chauth makeup look seems easy to get. Shine as bright as the moon this Karwa Chauth!