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[hazelfoureyes]

I just need you to know this story has had me in a chokehold and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it. This is gonna be a weird smutty slow burn, so still smut every post but full p in v sex will be a reward you have to work for?

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Redsmut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedysmut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

「warnings/tags: HumanAlastor x FemaleReader, implied attempt to SA, fingering, plot with porn?, Multi part work, bad kind of choking, blood kink, blood licking, just in general blood, Non-Sex repulsed Ace Spectrum Alastor, stalking, murder obvs, finger sucking, smoking kinda kills if you squint, Public sex acts, garter belt, You have a stage name but no one important uses it, Greed, Lust, Human Alastor is a little different than Demon Alastor. 」

minors dni 💅🏽

Part 1 Pretty in Red

The marriage between burlesque and jazz wasn’t unexpected. Before the Great Depression took the nation into a stranglehold, both Jazz and Burlesque were immoral wastes of time only the most barbaric sought out.

And oh, did you love it. Everyone who was made to feel like nobody flocked to your theater and the surrounding neighborhood. Men, women, the people who didn’t agree with either. The biblically inclined, those closer to sodom, the sapphic dolls. Everyone was equal in the halls of jazz rooms and theatres where burlesquers were welcome.

Because of the inclusive nature of such places, you often saw familiar faces. It wouldn’t be unusual for someone from Thursday night to be seen Saturday at a different locale.

That presented certain opportunities and challenges. When you found a good mark, it was easy to be wherever he was and play it off as fate and common interests.

And when you gained a new stalker, someone wanting a personal show, it could be hard to tell until it was too late. 

Maybe it was your greed, or just your love of attention, but you found yourself focused almost entirely on a particularly well dressed man one evening. You’d seen him around before. Clean cut, sharp suit, a welcoming smile always on display. He looked like he had money, the most attractive quality of any man you could meet.

So focused on his gleaming stare from the side booths you hadn’t noticed the man at the stage front tables. You barely noticed him the night before, or the night before that, either. Because Smiles, as you took to calling the handsome stranger in the back, had been here three nights now too.

You really put on a show. Shimmying your hips, ostrich feathers following suit with every move. Your brassiere was heavy with shining rhinestones, panties of silk and lace. Your set was almost done, all that was left was to remove your top and slink away behind the curtains to hollers and whistles. Back turned, you unhooked the painful bra and let it fall to the stage with a clunk. Foot in front of foot, you stalked the stage length. With your hand hidden from view you took the feathered fan from the stagehand behind the curtain. As the music crescendoed you turned, fan unfurling just in time to hide yourself.

Groans, mass begging from the audience. Your stage name a chant now, a prayer. “Autumn! Come on!”

As the band slowed, music dying to mark the end of your number, you scanned the crowd. Eyes blinking coyly, you mouthed, “More? Did you want more?”

People were jumping to their feet, not Smiles but that was fine, you were focused now on the adoration of the crowd. The music ended, a second of silence. 

You winked, the drums hitting one last beat as you let the fan close.

Fanfare! Men whistling, women clapping. Someone shouted a marriage proposal. You took a bow, twirled on the balls of your feet and slipped gracefully behind the curtains.

Your hands wound to your spine, rubbing blood flow back into your skin as the staff removed your headdress. Someone slipped your robe over you and you nodded a thanks, aching feet carrying you to the dressing room. It was chaos, as usual. Women buzzing around, tits and ass here and there. You smiled. You happened to enjoy this part of the job. Soft bodies in shiny costumes, lovely smells and sweet voices. If you could get dressed quickly enough, you could still take a tour of the room and slide into Smiles’ booth. 

“Enjoy the show?” You’d ask. He’d lean in, maybe blush, “Always when you’re here.” Or something like that. You’d cozy up to him, flag down a waiter for something strong and pricey, and get him properly drunk. He’d wake up outside, fine and dandy except his missing cash. 

You’ll call him a drunkard if he confronts you, accuse him of getting himself robbed after you refused his advances. You’ll say it too loudly, and he’ll run off. 

You danced a little in your seat, another game of cat and mouse about to commence. But first, a smoke.

Unbeknownst to you, the well dressed man hadn’t come to see you. He preferred your singing shows at the little dive bar two blocks over. No, he had come for the man at the front table. For weeks now, he had watched him harassing the ladies of the few joints in New Orleans that weren’t regularly hounded by police. Your smiley mark even heard stories of unsavory acts, many women leaving the dance scene entirely after.

He didn’t care for it. He didn’t care for him. So he took to his hunt, following the man to come to his own conclusions. The pattern of behavior was obvious, and though he hadn’t seen what ended the last obsession, it was clear one of the performers at this club was being stalked as the next victim. 

He watched your dance with half lidded eyes, just as much as he watched the man give dirty looks to the other men cheering. Heard the, “Marry me!” shouted at you.

Yes, it was obvious to him now. 

So when the target of his interest got up and pushed his way into a staff only door, well, the well dressed man was sure to follow. 

The great thing about confidence and a nicely tailored suit is that no one questions you about why you are where you are. So while the brute he tailed had to shove past people to get wherever he was going, people smiled and made room for the gentleman who was not far behind.

He caught the street access door before it closed, allowing it to stay open just a sliver. Enough for one golden brown eye to watch the events unfold.

“Can I have a light?” The stranger asked you. You looked at him, then to the staff only entrance he just came out of. 

“I don’t think I know you….,” you handed him the lighter but he instead leaned into you, cigarette hanging from his lips. “You… new?”

You sparked the flint with a practiced thumb, taking three tries to get it lit, and put your hand out. The man didn’t budge, eyebrows rising, “You really don’t recognize me?” He asked, motioning with his hand to come closer. Your eyes glanced down the alley, cars slowly moving past the street. When you looked back, the man took your wrist in his hand. He held you so tightly that the muscles in your palm locked and you dropped the lighter. 

“What the fu-,” his hand came across your face, halting your sentence.

“I’m your best customer. Every show. I’m the one who brings flowers.”

Dozens of men bring flowers, especially on the weekend shows. You held your cheek, skin burning. Your hand pulled back, the corner of your lip bleeding from his rings. Scrambling, your mind was searching for the right words.

With a forced smiled, your shaky voice finally piped up, “Oh! Yeah! Oh geez. I am so sorry, doll. I’m just so tired, and the alley is so dark. Here, let’s go inside so I can get a better look at you.” You tried to take your wrist from him but he didn’t loosen up.

“Nah, you ain’t tricking me. You owe me.” He pulled you into him, large hand gripping your face with ease, “You can’t lead on men like this and think you don’t gotta answer for it.” He kissed you, forcing your face into his. “Bitch! Did you fucking bite me?” He threw you into the tin trash cans beside the wall, knocking the wind out of you. 

No purse, no sharp object, not even a heeled shoe to defend yourself with. You cursed, so preoccupied with Smiles you forgot your wits.

You spit out the copper saliva, his blood and yours. “I’ll keep biting, too.” 

Why scream? The sounds of the next act were bouncing off the brick walls. Upbeat jazz and applause echoing around you. No one would hear you. Men can break your body but you never had to give them your dignity. Never give them the satisfaction of a response.

No. No screaming. You instead spent your energy trying to get to your feet. He took hold of your neck now, throttling you. It wasn’t what you had expected, but as he lifted you off the ground and your little dressing room slippers fell off, you thought this was actually better. 

“Well I think that’s quite enough.”

You felt warmth, then registered wetness. Your shin scraped on the asphalt as you were dropped without warning. Trying to open your eyes, you found you couldn’t see. Wiping and blinking away the foreign liquid, you watched your attacker fall to his knees.

Blood was shooting from between his fingers around his own neck, each pulse becoming weaker and weaker, evident through the stream.

When he finally fell over, drained, you were startled to see another man with you. The light reflected off his glasses as he adjusted them, the knife still in his right hand as he did so. 

“My, my. What a mess he’s made.” The man smiled down at you, offering a hand. When you didn’t immediately react, he cocked his head to the left, “Is that anyway to treat your rescuer?”

Is that was this was? A rescue? You took his hand with both of yours, pulling yourself up. 

Smiles? You blinked away the shock, time to shift into your next part. Damsel. You weren’t out the woods yet.

“You saved my life!” As you pressed yourself into his chest, you tucked your head beneath his chin. You tried to make yourself small. “I owe you! Please let’s go inside, drinks on me!” You looked up, batting your lashes.

“I don’t think that’s wise, dear.” His gaze panned down your dress, soaked through. He could see the thinking behind your eyes.

“No, right….,” You gripped his vest, “We gotta get outta here, fast. There’s a hotel just behind the threatre.” You started to pull his suit jacket off, slipping it over yourself. “No cops, the theatre will get raided. Just— take me somewhere safe?”

You watched him look you over, arm finally extending to let you hook yours with his. 

As soon as the hotel door closed behind you, you slipped off his jacket and ran to the dressing table mirror. 

Your face was painted red, navy dress now black and sticky. It was good you stayed from view of the reception staff. “I didn’t get my rescuer’s name,” you licked your thumb and rubbed at the blood around your cheeks. 

“Alastor. It’s a pleasure.”

You laughed, “Is that what you call a pleasure?” Turning, you pulled the mostly still dry handkerchief from your pocket and dabbed the corner on your tongue. You brought it up to the frame of his glasses and wiped the blood from the metal. “I’d hate to see what you call a bad time.”

Your hand slowed, noticing the way he was looking at you. Typically men’s pupils were blown when they fell on you, but his were constricted. They flitted around your face. His hand took hold of yours, fingers separating the thumb from the handkerchief. He pulled the little square of yellow fabric free with his other hand, allowing him to hold your thumb now by itself.

His lips opened, tongue licking the blood stained finger before placing it directly into his mouth.

Your stared, horrified, as he sucked the digit clean. 

His eyes fluttered close, finger popping out of his mouth with a debauched sound. You made no attempt to take back your hand. The realization you may have hopped out of the frying pan and into the fire set in.

“You are a funny one, aren’t you?” You tried to sound as in control as possible. Calm. Unwavered. Offered a timid smile. 

He chuckled, “You could say that. May I?” His fingers lifted your chin. You didn’t know what he was asking. His soft smile looked downright loving. He smelled so good, notes of something earthy rising above the copper.

You nodded, because part of you wanted to see where it would go. And part of you thought you didn’t have a choice.

As his face came to yours, you instinctually closed your eyes expecting a kiss. But no, instead you felt his tongue wipe across the cut at the corner of your mouth. His breath blanketed your cheek. Then his hand left your chin, the warmth of his body gone entirely. 

You opened your eyes to see him at the door, slipping back into his jacket, “I’ll pay for the night.” He tipped his head to you and exited the room back first, eyes locked with yours until the door closed.

You just stood there in the silence left behind. But as if on cue, the adrenaline waned and your knees buckled under you. You were moments from death, now somehow spared. But what had he— Alastor, been doing there? Did he follow you, too? The cat and mouse had been flipped, or perhaps now this was a fox and hound?

Gripping the dressing table, you pulled yourself up and into the view of the mirror again. Face streaked in dried blood save for the one clean spot where your lips met cheek. 

You felt like a ghost the next day. It would be nice to tell someone about what happened but, “Hey a man tried to kill me and then another man killed him! Then he licked blood off my face and I let him. It was the most disturbingly erotic thing to happen to me in months!” would get you tossed into a wagon. 

“Are you rude or just stupid?” The theatre manager pulled you aside by the arm when you came into rehearsal. “You can’t just disappear like that, people were waiting.”

Your eyes narrowed, “Was… my absence really the most exciting part of the evening? Not the John in the gutter?”

He huffed, “So that’s it? Got a beau?”

“Wait— nothing else happened last night? After I left?” 

“This show doesn’t revolve around you. Plenty happened.”

“Excuse me,” you hurried into the back, “And sorry!”

You opened the street access door and looked into the alley. Trash cans neat and tidy, no dead man, nothing strange or telltale.

You ducked back inside. Had Smiles done this? Obviously, actually. No stranger just cleaned up the dead body. If the flatfeet had found him, the club would have been under scrutiny.

Good, you thought, and went about your work.

Rehearsal dragged on. Little details summoning you back to the night before. 

“You okay?” Another performer asked, grabbing your hand and inspecting the blood around your cuticles.

“Oh it’s not mine!” You laughed, she laughed, you walked off before she could clarify.

When applying your makeup, you remembered his hands on your face. They were so soft. Definitely a man of means. A brief intrusive thought, the other hands on your face last night.

You pranced on stage, going through the motions of your routine. Even in the empty hall, your eyes wandered to the booth he’d been in. And as you took the stage in earnest later that night you searched the crowd for the glint of his glasses and found nothing shiny nor promising.

Back in the dressing room you took a moment to wonder what the actual fuck you we’re doing. He murdered a man in front of you, why were you hoping to see him again? He had half a mind to kill you next.

But would that really be so bad?  Your life was routine, boring even. The only thing keeping your lungs expanding was the applause. Maybe the headlines of your death would cause such an uproar, dancer struck down in her prime, that you could bask in the loving glow all the way from hell.

One way to remain famous, you considered. A dramatic death.

Not that you were famous. You weren’t part of the national circuits. Just your local theatres, a common face and body to the sinners of Louisiana’s most infamous city. But, well, fame is relative. For the scene you were in, you were your own little star. 

A shining light. Shimmering. The faint light reflecting off— Blood. For a second you could only remember looking through bloodied, heavy lashes. 

“You’ve been so out of it. Trouble in paradise?” Ruth, the curviest of your coworkers and arguably the favorite of the crew, rested her chin on your head. Looking at each other in the mirror, you offered a soft smile.

“I’ll letcha know when I get there.”

She pinched your cheek, “Tommy said you had a new guy. I just figured-,”

“That isn’t,” you clenched your eyes shut, “no, no guy. I just got locked out last night in the alley. The sticky-,” sticky and viscous blood, “back door wouldn’t open up. I didn’t want to come in the front in my slippers so I just hoofed it home.” 

She patted your head, “if you say so! Be careful out there though. Dangerous these days.” 

An understatement.

You enjoyed the spotlight, but more than that you craved the attention doted on you after. You’d walk through the hall to the bar to adoring looks and free drinks. It bothered you that Tommy was telling the girls you had a man. You didn’t want to appear too closed off, or for word to spread to the customers. 

Last thing you needed was men passing you by for more available options. Not that the pay wasn’t fine. Ends were being met, but grifting added an element of thrill. You really did love the chase. Finding someone and deciding he would be yours, he would fall under your spell and be at your feminine mercy. It made you feel powerful, almost mythical. And the money was nice. Sometimes you didn’t even need to steal, the men would just lavish you in gifts and you’d let it fizzle out naturally. Normally their wives would snatch them back or they’d just get tired of waiting for you to leave the stage and dance into their domestic dreams. A housewife? An adopted mother to a grown man during the day, a hungry nymph at night? For what, an allowance and a home you didn’t own? Pass. Where’s that handsome man with his knife? That was a much better steel to fall onto than what these men offered from their laps.

From your view at the bar you knew he wasn’t there. But with a nod you decided the chase was still on. You were going to get your victory. If anything, this would be easier. You had dirt on him. Blackmail would be simple enough. Bloody clothes and the perfect alibi; being a woman. No cop would think you took down that hulking man. 

Ah, right. There was no body.

That would be an issue. He had to have taken it somewhere. Just find him and follow. Worst case scenario, you play the usual game and steal whatever cash was in his wallet.

Well, worst case you die. 

You slept sitting up to keep your hair set, during the day your makeup barely was there but a red lip always the star. You had three nice dresses (well, you had had four) so you figured three nights to find him before moving on.

You slinked through the crowds of the hot and sweaty dance club Moxie. Swinging music kept bodies moving, and though you kept your eyes open you didn’t catch sight of this Alastor fellow. Which was fine! You enjoyed a few dances, swing always making you feel energized. Not a waste of a Friday night.

Saturday was easy, the lounge on fifth. Smooth jazz, plush chairs, rich men. Definitely a place you could imagine Smiles to frequent. The whisky was all top shelf, and many gentlemen offered you a lap to sit. Sure, no Alastor, but you didn’t go home empty handed.

You weren’t a particularly great singer, but if the room was small enough and the piano loud enough, you could please a crowd. Your friend had you on a semi-set schedule most Sundays at her little dive too many blocks from Main Street. Her darling played piano, you sat and sang to the couple dozen patrons stuffed into the one room bar. When you finished your set, you took your bows and looked for your friend. You needed to tell her you wouldn’t be staying. 

Your polite nods and gracious thank yous were abruptly ended by a tap on your shoulder, “You dropped this, miss.” You did a mental check of your purse before turning around.

“Oh, a sight for sore eyes. Mr. Alastor.” Your face lit up, you could see it in his glasses.

“You’re too kind. Here, I apologize for the delay. I wanted to return them clean.” In his hand was your yellow handkerchief, folded neatly. You took it and found it uncharacteristically heavy. 

When you unfurled it, your brass lighter fell into your waiting palm. Your thumb caressed the engraving. 

Alastor watched your face as the lighter tumbled out. “I figured it was important, given the condition and detailing.”

You tested the weight in your hand, “Did you fill it?” You looked to him incredulously.  He nodded.

It was a surprisingly kind act, and you needed a second to regain your composure. “I don’t know how to thank you.” Your quick wit failed for a moment, but rebounded fast. “Except with a drink. My treat. To my rescuer.”

He mulled the idea, your reaction to him was interesting. Alastor had thought if he approached you first you’d show a little more fear, or shock. But you looked downright chipper to see him there. 

“Unfortunately I don’t have much time tonight. I had just wanted to return your items.”

Your smile dropped. How did he know you were here? Had he been carrying— no, he said he had them cleaned. Had he seen you here before, before the incident? A chuckle, smile brought back, “My luck is terrible. You always flee me. I hope you don’t see my company as deadweight.”

Alastor’s smile twitched, eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses, “Not at all! I think you’d find I’m quite comfortable with-.”

“Lugging people around?” You said. That constricted pupil again, eyes wild. A chill ran down your spine. Alarms were going off. Wrong answer. You straightened your back, popping the items into your purse, “Next time.”

Alastor nodded, “Yes. Next time, then.”

You fucked it up. You knew you had, but suddenly his words felt like a thinly veiled threat. 

You turned to leave and hadn’t seen his smile sour.

It hadn’t been a threat. He hadn’t anticipated you to notice the implication. Most people would have been so blinded by his charm they would fail to notice the glaring red flags. He was mildly impressed. You would be more trouble than he had expected.

Alastor knew he needed to do something about the clearly clever woman who was seemingly expecting him. He had followed you for several days, surprised to find you not spreading word about the murder. You hadn’t spoken to anyone, really. Even the man you left the lounge with, you just smiled and nodded nearly all evening while the man dominated the conversation. So, your sharp wit took him off guard. Who were you pretending to be? And why?

All of your cleverness fell apart when you tried to follow him. It was almost comical. He felt bad. This was going to be embarrassing for you.

He took several right turns and stepped into the park just outside of the bar. You thought perhaps he had gotten lost and considered turning around after you realized you’d lost sight of him. As you passed a large weeping willow, you were pulled under the curtains of hanging moss by your waist.

Back against the large tree, you could only pout.

“What are you after, stalking a man in the dead of night?” Alastor had you pinned, both hands on either side of your head. His body boxed you in, not that there was much more to see than moss and darkness.

You blinked several times. What a question. You answered honestly, “You.” He cocked a brow. Then you lied, “Your affection. Your time.”

Something akin to a giggle bubbled from his chest. “I don’t have much affection, but I have even less time.” Your eyes darted around, looking for your next move. “I-,” you grabbed him by the face and kissed him. When you broke the kiss he was staring wide eyed, glasses askew. He opened his mouth to speak and you kissed him again, longer, harder.

He seemed frozen under your mouth, lips taut. Your hands roamed his face, messing up his hair and glasses. Mind reeling. Play the nymph. Be the whore the men always said they hated. Be too strong, too forward, too much and he’ll run off like men do. You could try again another day.

Your hand reached for his lap, his hips instinctively jerking away. Perfect. Men these days can’t get it up for a woman who takes the lead. 

Alastor was entirely unsure what the fuck was happening. You were wildly unpredictable. When you grabbed at his dick, he thought his eyes would cross from the shock. Is this what ‘affection’ meant to you? He couldn’t understand it. Couldn’t understand you. Were you really just lustful? Even after what you’d seen him—

You bit at his bottom lip, pulling slightly. Big eyes looking back at him. Your breath was already running away from you, adrenaline seemingly synonymous with Alastor. Staring up at him, you waited. His move.

It was his turn to blink. He looked off to his left, eyes swinging back to you. With a shrug, he leaned his body back towards yours. His hand slid down the front of your dress; red silk. A deer in the headlights, you tensed. The rare third option; fight, flight, freeze. Soon his fingers were tracing the lace of your stockings, climbing up the garter straps. 

His eyes were studying your face. You didn’t want to give the wrong answer again, but at this point you weren’t sure any answer was right. This was taking a sudden turn and your foot was off the brake. You closed your eyes, opting out of the scrutiny of his stare. His hand met your stomach and began to slip down again. He rested it between your thighs, longer fingers and palm cupping the entirety of your sex.

Alastor struggled to decipher your expression. It was almost like a pout, but more subtle. You hadn’t said stop or pushed him away yet. Was he right? You were just… horny? As his hand slid back up and pried their way into your panties, you trembled.

It had been so long since someone else’s hand was on you. Someone whose hands you genuinely enjoyed, who you wanted to be on you.

Is that right? You wanted him to touch you? 

Maybe it was the stare, or the smile. Probably just the adrenaline.

His hand found its place again, middle finger bending to part your folds and feel your wetness. You whimpered, hand coming to cover your own mouth. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He said it low, a husky tone he didn’t have before.

No. Maybe. You nodded yes.

“Will you be satisfied now? No more tailing me?”

No. Probably not. Another nod.

His finger pushed in, and with a kind of greed you didn't recognize your hips ground down into his palm. He slipped in and out of you with ease. You had no idea when or why you got so wet.

“I always end up dripping around you, Alastor,” you whispered through your fingers. His ring finger joined. Why couldn’t you shut up? Why did you have to bring up, well, the murder?

“A common problem for those I take an interest in.” 

Oh no. You moaned softly into your hand. Sharp mind made dull by his fingers so you didn’t, couldn’t, process his double meaning. 

Oh no. The sounds of footsteps, a pair of lovers sneaking into the park for privacy. You heard their giggles, the sounds of kisses interrupting their walking.

“Shhh”, he breathed into your ear as he worked a third finger into your heat. One knuckle, two knuckles. A whimper. His hand came to press down over your own on your mouth, a second barrier for your mewling. You groaned, the sound coming from your throat.  

Whispers. The silhouette of the two interlopers was visible through the willow’s curtains. You watched from over his shoulder, pussy clenching around him. Three knuckles deep, bottoming out.

Fuck it. You moaned freely into your hand, wiggling down onto his hand. Hips rolling, you let your little sounds of praise flow.

The couple laughed, “That’s the spirit!” A man said, a woman hushing him and pulling him away.

Alastor grinned into your neck, immensely amused. He would have better luck predicting a dice roll than your next move. 

You hadn’t realized how hollow you’d been until now, feeling so full. When alone, you focused on just cumming, fingers on your clit and mind on memories. You never bothered much with anything else.

Your hunger intensified. You wanted more. Both hands reached for his crotch again, finding nothing there for you. You could have cried. How were you a wet mess pressed against a tree and he was soft as a newspaper in a rainstorm?

Your pride stung. Men usually stood at attention around you. A half sob into the air earned you a chuckle from Alastor. “It’s no reflection of you, darling.” His nose nudged your ear lobe, “I need a little different stimulation than most.”

“Do you play for the other team?” You considered how you could momentarily switch. 

A louder laugh, “I don’t have a team.” He leaned back now to look at you. His freehand came to press on your lower stomach, gently pushing your womb down. Your brows knit, why did that feel so good? Hands going to the tree behind you for stability.

“Sure feels like you know how to play. This is-,” his hand switched from thrusting slowly in and out to moving front and back. It sent vibrations up into you. Your eyes rolled close. Shut up. Stop talking. Focus. Close.

He kissed around your open mouth, “Well, it’d be unamerican to not dabble. When necessary, or when the conditions are right.”

Double speak over, “Just tell me what to do to get you to fuck me.”

Alastor’s head fell back as he laughed earnestly, most likely alerting anyone in the immediate area. “Ha! No, this is more fun.”

“Oh fuck you,” you brought a hand around to your throbbing clit to quicken your release.

“Maybe next time, dear.” He took a second, fingers in you sliding around your walls in search of something before finding his place and continuing. Your breath noticeably changed, instead of panting you were practically holding it in. You needed the pressure, you needed something to squeeze that spring of pleasure down so it could snap back. As your face went flush, he kissed at your temple, “You look so pretty in red.”

“Oh god-,” Your head fell onto his chest, your joint effort bringing you to orgasm. 

“A little late on Sunday for prayers, don't you think?”

A tiny scream into his suit pocket, his hand not stopping until your thighs finished twitching around him. Even after his hand stopped moving you gripped him by the wrist and rolled onto his fingers a few more times. The pleasure ebbing but still spiking every time he moved against you. 

Ah, greed. That was it. He understood a little better. This wasn’t lust, not alone.  You were definitely a mix of the two. With a sigh, you released your hold and let him slide out of you. Already you felt lonelier. Already you wished to start over.

With his dry hand he smoothed out your dress. You weren’t ashamed but you suddenly felt too embarrassed to look him the eye. But you did, hearing him hum as he sucked his fingers clean. 

Why were you only ever in his mouth in the strangest ways?

“You always taste so sweet, dear. Now!” You wanted to say something clever and salacious like, ‘there’s more where that came from’ but he didn’t afford you the opportunity. He offered you his hooked arm, “It’s dangerous in the park at night. Let’s get you to a cab and on your way home.”

“Is this a hobby of yours?” Your legs were wobbly but otherwise fine. “Illegal activities in public?”

“Funny, I was just wondering the same of you. Stalking is a crime, dear.”

You bit your lip. “Touché.”

He flagged down a taxi, “Tell him where to go.” You slid into the back seat and half-whispered to the driver. Alastor leaned into the passenger side front window and after paying the man, went to close your door, “You’ve been an entertaining sparring partner. Goodbye, sweetheart.”

With a thud of the door and a growl of the engine, you were driving away from him. You could see him in the rear window. He didn’t dare to move, he didn’t need you following another step of his.

Which was unfortunate for him, as you were already scheming how to find him again.

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Oh, Teacher —ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

✩𝐬𝐲𝐧: you’ve been failing to pay attention in class & your grades are starting to slip…no worries, your professor has offered to help you. (ft. coach toji.)

✩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: smüt, pw/op, plot if you squint, modern au, teacher au, multi-paragraphs, CONSENSUAL!!, everything is consensual, age-gap, fem!reader, reader is 21(+), other characters involved are in their early 30s, except toji he's in his late 30s, established relationships, fem giving öral, v penetration, punishment, cöckwarming, dirty talk, spänking, strict discipline, light chöking, deep throat, hair pulling, degradation, praise, däcrycilia, sir kïnk, mention of gagging, bd/sm themes, blindfold, pain inflicted, böndage.

✩𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: find more of my jjk works here <3

✩𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚: lowkey didn’t proofread this so forgive me for mistakes jshsjxh but i may or may not turn this into a mini hookup series hmm…anyway, likes and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 !!

"professor..." you softly whine as your hips wiggle, seeking for any kind of friction you can get.

you’ve been bent over mr. gojo’s desk, skirt flipped up, while his fingers run circles along the back of your thigh, for a little longer than you would’ve liked. you had shamefully been caught slipping on your grades and while you thought your professor offering to tutor you would be a great idea, you did not think he would…punish you during your study session.

“nope, no moving. answer the question.” satoru says as his free hand grabs your hip and forces you down against his desk. demanding you to focus on your studies while he got to enjoy the show. his fingers worked on fingering your pussy ever so slowly. he wanted to edge you, give you no real satisfaction until you answered his question correctly.

you bite back a groan, barking out the answer to his question and praying it’s right. thankfully, it is. which means you get a small reward. gojo licks his lips from his position above you as his hand slips from your waist to mess with the buckle on his belt. “good. next question.” he instructs as you simply listen to his belt slide across the pants he wears. before hearing it clatter against the floor you barely manage to touch with the tips of your toes.

you tremble beneath his gaze and touch. the press of his cock head against your already drooling pussy had you moaning in anticipation. eagerly now with the thought of him fucking you, you stutter an answer out as quickly as you can. “good.” you hear him sigh sweetly behind you before he slams deep inside of you, hips connecting with your ass in one fell swoop. the motion forces you up further onto his desk, your fingernails dig into the oak wood as you gasp for air at the sudden intrusion. a broken cry falls from your lips as his cock buries deep inside of you.

now you so badly want him to move. feel the burn and the stretch of his thick cock inside of you. fuckfuckfuck, you needed him to move. tears spring into your eyes as you whimper and try to move your hips back against him, begging him with no words to fuck you. but once again his hands find your hips and firmly pin you to his desk as he stays still.

“nuh uh, no squirming. you’re gonna answer every question with my cock inside of you until you get every. single. one. right.” satoru’s states with a colder tone than his usual cheerful voice, making a promise of what’s to come.

what feels like hours later of edging and sitting still on his cock, answering these stupid ass questions, every inch of your lower half is starting to feel swollen and entirely full. your hands and knees are entirely too weak so you lay flat, limp against his desk; while his hands continue to hold your hips tightly. solely to keep your bodies connected but not allowing you to move and seek the pleasure you want so badly.

and you swear at some point you’ll end up cross eyed and drooling from him just sitting, unmoving inside of you. you don’t know why or how but your entire body is far more sensitive than usual. far needier and hungrier than ever before. it had to be something about sitting on his cock, stiff and under his total control, that made your entire body so reactive to the point you could feel your pussy drip with slick between your thighs.

“answer right now or i’m pulling out and going home.” satoru threatens with a snarl, ripping you out of your dazed state. you gasp at the harsh words your lover speaks. he had never been this harsh with you before…and why did you like it so much

you’re thankful this is the last question, anymore and you might not be able to stay sane. you don’t want him to leave though so you pathetically stutter out any answer that comes to your head. while he doesn’t answer you, you can feel the drag of his cock as it begins to leave your core; a wrong answer. you scramble, tears falling across your cheeks, nails dig into the wood even more as you try your best to keep him inside. “n-no! no wait please i’m! nooo no, it’s!” you beg while you whimper the correct answer to his question.

he stops, stilling himself with half of his cock still inside your drooling pussy, as a hand reaches down to spread your lips even further. “pathetic. your pussy is sucking on me so much. can’t live without my cock can you? you’d be so stupid without it wouldn’t you?” gojo laughs, watching your slick drip from around his shaft. his hand finally moves from his bruising grip on your hip to grab a hand full of the back of your hair, tilting your head back and forcing you once more to focus on him. “now, my good little girl, the study guide needs some work. get these last few questions right and I’ll finally give you a reward.”

a whiney, breathless moan breaks from your lips but you smile at the thought of finally having satoru fuck your puffy, achy pussy. “yesh…professor.” you giggle, drunk on lust and wanting nothing more than the man inside of you to remind you why he was the one in charge.

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 !!

you had not studied for this damn test one bit. having been preoccupied with literally anything else going on in your busy life, not to mention seeing professor nanami in a more…mature setting, it was hard to even think about studying.

so the day of the test, you wear an outfit you know he loves. a cream colored, off the shoulder sweater, paired with a cotton beige skirt. thigh high white leg warmers to match your top with pretty doll like black shoes. for an added touch you wear the earrings he had secretly gotten you as a gift along with an exquisite perfume that you knew he loved as well. a sweet but classy smell, vanilla and bourbon. hoping that all of this may get you an easy a.

and from the moment you walk into the lecture hall, nanami’s gaze finds you immediately. you know he stares at you as you walk to your usual seat, somewhere in the middle of the room, all the while his eyes never leave you. you make sure to tease him just a little more by bending over and fixing your rolled up leg warmer. once you settle into your seat, laptop set up, you finally bring your gaze to him, flashing an “innocent” smile at your lover. who has to rip his gaze away from you as class begins.

the entirety of class he ignores your general direction. orders for everyone to go to the correct website link for the test as he hides behind his podium the entire time. throughout the test you made sure to look over at him when you knew he was glancing at you for another little taste. making sure to catch his gaze, shifting your legs and squeezing your thighs together while he watched you until his neck flushed red and he had to busy himself with other work. and while you did attempt to try on the test, even knowing you’re more or less likely going to get a failing grade, you knew your little plan was working as well.

after you turn in your test, you busy yourself with some other homework, continuing your little cat and mouse game with your teacher before class finally drags to an end. at the end of the few hours he dismisses everyone but you. you watch everyone else leave, waving goodbye to a few friends and telling them you’d meet up later, before making your way into your professor’s office where he waits.

“you’re playing dirty. why.” nanami demands as he shuts and locks the door behind you. circling you like a man in heat as he rolls his sleeves up onto his forearms.

“i forgot to study,” you admit truthfully, moving to sit on top of his desk just as he moves to stand before you. “i’ll do anything you want just…give me the good grade baby.” you mutter as you grab ahold of his tie and twirl it between your fingers.

his arms stay crossed over his chest, irritated by you forgetting to study but the promise of doing whatever he wanted had his interests peaked. especially as his hazel eyes rake over your outfit and your body, staring a little too long at your shoulders and the gap between where your skirt lays and your stockings sit. to persuade him a little further you yank against his tie, forcing him to lay his palms out flat against his desk on either sides of your thighs. “pretty please professor?” you mumble sweetly as he gets closer to you. where he can definitely smell the sweet vanilla bourbon on your skin.

you could practically see the gears whirring in overtime in his head. but ultimately, your plan wins, and he sighs a heavy sigh. “fine.” he says as one of his hands move to settle on your thigh, slowly pushing up beneath your skirt. “but don’t get too excited. i’m punishing you for forgetting to study too.” he adds as his other hand moves to begin to undo his tie.

honestly you didn’t think he was serious when he said he would punish you but here you were now, bent over his desk with his tie being used as a makeshift blindfold while his belt keeps your hands tied behind your back. nanami has stripped you of your shoes and skirt; leaving you in just your stockings, pretty underwear, and your top.

you moan as nanami’s fingers rubs up against your wet core, slides his fingers easily against the fabric of your panties. “keep your voice down or i’m shoving these into your mouth.” kento instructs and you bite your bottom lip in return as his fingers hook around the edge of your underwear and he yanks them down to your ankles.

he runs both hands up from the back of your calves and thighs, grabbing your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. before unexpectedly, nanami with his bare hand smacks against your ass; not hard but not very soft either as he tests the waters. you gasp harshly, body tensing under the spank. and while you may not be able to see your eyes still widen under your blindfold.

“repeat after me,” kento states, with another smack to your ass, in a tone you’re unfamiliar with but nonetheless it turns you on. can feel your pussy beginning to drool. “i will study for my tests.”

you grunt at the tingling pain spreading across your skin. “i will…” you begin, another smack to your plump cheeks, the pain and pleasure making your toes and body jerk. your breathing becoming ragged in just a few short seconds. “study for my…tests.” you finish.

satisfied with your words, kento moves his hand to your now soaking core, pressing a single finger inside. he slowly starts to finger you now. pressing another finger inside with a slight curl to both, making you shudder and gasp once again, before he removes his fingers altogether. another smack to your ass has you jolting, fighting against your bounds. “again. say it again.”

you repeat his words again, smack, repeats, fingers inside, repeat, smack. like clockwork he edges and spanks you for what feels like forever. you can’t see him but you somehow know he’s lovingly staring at the red blooming across your skin, turning him on even more. his thumb pulls your skin taunt, showing him more of your leaking cunt and how it drools even with just a little pain and pleasure. he wants to fuck you so bad but no— this was your punishment and he’d make sure to teach you a lesson.

you’re getting too loud and whiney for him now though so he does as he promises; your panties are stuffed into your mouth to keep you quiet. you groan around the cloth while nanami adjusts you against his desk, preparing for his next move. he places a single kiss against the curve of your back before his fingers plunge into your pussy again, giving you new instructs; “you’re not allowed to cum, not until i say otherwise, understood darling?”

another moan is stifled in your mouth but you nod in agreement. willing yourself to not come until he says so, so that maybe you can get a reward for being such a good girl.

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 !!

he never wore a damn tie let alone a suit. how the hell were you supposed to focus on some silly little quiz when professor geto so confidently strutted around in the sexiest goddamn suit you’ve ever seen him in?

you had miserably bombed the quiz, even knew you were going to before he instructed everyone in the class to pick up their graded papers. and when he stopped you at his desk, a slight disappointed look on his handsome face, telling you to stay after class today, you knew you were in for some trouble.

after class, you find yourself following him into his office. thankfully, tucked away and out of view from any prying eyes. while his hands and kisses against your bare shoulders are gentle, his words and plans for you in the moment was anything but.

“you’re such a filthy slut. can’t focus on anything else when that pretty mind of yours thinks about my cock, huh?” your teacher muses, taking off his reading glasses and setting them on the desk before you. “failing the quiz today tsk tsk. can’t have that happening anymore so i’m going to teach you a lesson, ok princess?” geto mumbles against your shoulder now as his fingers work on tying the red bamboo rope around your wrist. tying you down to his large office chair with your legs spread wide open for him. securing you entirely and giving you not a single inch of wiggle room. he had previously stripped you of everything but the panties you wore, the pretty ones he had bought for you, exposing you in every way he could.

you nod sheepishly as he places a kiss against your temple. reminding you that he’s doing most of this out of pleasure and love but also that you needed a reminder of what came first, your studies.

you watch as suguru then pulls out a small vibrator and tapes it right up against your clit before stepping back to admire his work. you swallow as his eyes devour you oh so hungrily before he retrieves an old fashioned wooden ruler from his desk before turning to lean against said desk, gently tapping the wood against his palm. "this is how it will go. for every 3 questions you get right, i'll remove a single piece of clothing. but for every wrong question, well," geto hums as he twirls the ruler between his fingers. "now, let's get started."

you don’t know how long you’ve sat tied to his damn office chair, sitting in your own slick with the reddest of thighs while your professor stood before you in just his slacks and long sleeved shirt now. it felt like an eternity being at his whim while he stood all with a smile as he leaned against his desk. “you gonna fuckin’ answer me pretty girl?” he asks, ruler tapping against his fingertips.

you stare up at him with wet eyes, body trembling from the pain and the pure pleasure you were feeling. the vibrator on your pussy barely gives you any sort of satisfaction on the lowest setting. it was just enough to make you uncomfortable and needy all in the same breath. “mphm! uh, it’s this right?” you ask, entirely unsure of yourself.

the blunt side of the ruler slaps against your thigh with a good amount of weight behind it. wrong answer.

you can’t help but throw your head back as pain jolts along your entire thigh but your pussy drools in response. whimper after whimper leaks from your lips as you listen to your professor chuckle softly.

“one more wrong answer and i’m putting my jacket back on.” geto hums as his purple gaze stares down at you. you can’t hold back a harsh moan as the tip of his ruler pushes against the vibrator against your clit, giving you just the slightest bit of satisfaction to your aching cunt. “disgusting. you’re enjoying this too much ya know? you’re soaking through my damn chair.” he adds with a dark chuckle before leaning back away from you.

“s-sorry professor geto…” you whimper as you come down from your pain/pleasure filled jolt. shivering under his gaze but you manage to give him a different answer, this time it’s correct. thankfully you watch now as geto begins to take off his white dress shirt, watching as he unbuttons every button as slow as he fucking can to further tease you.

when he finally sheds his shirt and drops it on top of his desk, revealing his fairly toned, tattooed body, you groan at the sight. you wanted, no needed him so badly now. and could he really blame you for not being able to think straight when he looked so fucking good? looked better than any man you’ve ever seen before! how could you not be distracted by him and the thought of him fucking you every time you saw him?

he takes two small steps before he's standing just inches from you. his free hand smooths against your hair before he's gathering up a fist full of it between his fingers, gripping your hair hard enough to rip your head back. he smiles all too sweet down at you as the ruler he holds in his other hand presses against the line of your jaw. "finish the rest of the quiz with all right answers and i'll give you what thay pathetic pussy of yours wants." suguru hums with a soft smile.

hearts in your eyes, you nod all too eagerly to your lover. mouth threatening to drool just like the way your pussy between yours thighs does with the promise of what's to come next. and god, even with the pain you couldn't fucking wait.

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 !!

"you've been too stiff and unfocused recently. what's gotten into ya?" your coach asks with a deep frown. standing before you with his thick arms crossed over his even thicker chest.

you pout, eyes peering up at him through pretty lashes as you sit inside his office. how the hell were you supposed to tell him the reason you had been so distracted recently during practices was because you couldn't stop thinking about him. thinking about his strong hands on your thighs or his lips kissing down your tummy before sucking on your clit with your fingers in his hair. or the thought of him cradling your head with the crook of his arm, bicep flexing against your throat as he thrusts into your core with what you assume has to be the biggest dicks you've ever had before.

no way, you couldn't tell him.

coach toji clears his throat, ripping you out of the thoughts you've been struggling with for what feels like weeks now. "uh...sorry coach, i'm not sure..." you lie as you fidget with the hem of your athletic shorts, praying he couldn’t tell that you were lying through your damn teeth.

yet green eyes stare down at you, staring straight through your lie, before toji sighs and moves to his office door. where he closes it, locks it with an echoing click, and draws the curtains closed so no one can see inside.

when toji returns to your side, you expect him to disappointingly scold you for your absent mind, instead a strong hand grabs hold of your shoulder before smoothing against the back of your neck; where his fingers ever so gently squeeze. "you need a little help loosening up?" toji hums with a devious tone to his voice.

but his words only help in stilling you even more, further stiffening your body under his touch. wait, what? were you day-dreaming again? or were you having some depraved wet dream? did your coach just imply what you think he was implying?

"i see the way you look at me brat," your coach huffs with a villainous smirk as his thumbs hooks under your jaw and forces you to look up at him. "lying to me like you're not thinking about me fucking that wet cunt of yours, yeah? seems like someone needs to be punished."

yep. definitely a dream.

your head spins at his words, forcing you to suck in a dizzying breath while his thumb smears over your partially opened lips. “planning to lie anymore?” toji asks with a tilt to his head.

you scan his face, trying to figure out if this really was a dream or some sick fucking prank you would shamelessly never let down. but nope…he’s dead serious. waiting for you to answer him. “n-no coach—“ you begin but he cuts you off, pressing his thumb roughly against your bottom lip as his giant hand grabs ahold of your jaw to stop you from speaking.

“sir.” he instructs with a dangerous glint to his eyes. “not coach. it’s sir. understood?” he adds before his hand slips away from your lips just a little, allowing you the chance to speak once again.

“yes…sir.” you mutter with a dazed look.

your answer pleases him as he brushes his hand gently over your face now. thumb returning to pluck at your bottom lip and he pulls it ever so slightly, smiling down at you. “now let’s use that pretty little mouth of yours for some good.”

no fucking way this was happening right now. your mind ran a mile a minute as you kneel before toji, hands tied to your ankles, bound behind your back with some rope he managed to find inside his office. kneeling at perfect height to line right up at his waist where you watch as he pridefully yanks down the gray sweatpants he wears. and you were right. staring you in the face was the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. all those sleepless nights and day dreams about him proved to be somewhat useful. yet you gulp at the sight now, truly worried how painful he was going to be and it certainly had you a little nervous.

toji must notice your hesitation for he laughs at your gasping right as he lifts his hand and spits into it. using his spit to stroke across the thick of his shaft, beginning to wet his cock. after a few strokes he holds his fingers out to you and without saying a word presses them into your mouth. you grunt at the intrusion of thick fingers but do your best to suck on them. getting just a small taste as to what’s to come and it made your pussy throb. just as you’re enjoying sucking on his slick fingers he retrieves them and steps up close to you. grabbing the base of his cock and using the head to slap against your wet mouth.

“not gonna stop even if you cry.” toji promises before his hips snap forward and more than half of his cock disappears into your mouth.

you gag as his cock spears into your mouth. tears immediately spring into the corners of your eyes as you basically choke on his shaft. your body tenses and jerks, hands flexing against your bounds to try and wiggle free but it does nothing but push you further down onto his shaft. you struggle to breathe through your nose but toji is anything but gentle as you try and adjust to his girth. he grabs a handful of your hair and forces you to swallow him all the way down to the base of his cock. your nose is pressed against his abdomen and with your hands bound; you’re at his total mercy.

tears finally break free and stream down your cheeks as you choke on toji’s cock. spit bubbles up at the corners of your mouth as you gag around his base while the rest of his cock sits in the back of your throat. you whimper with your mouth entirely full but you'd be lying if you said you didn't fucking love this. his taste, his smell, the hand gripping your hair, his dark gaze staring down at you as he stuffs your mouth full, every sensation made your pussy drip.

toji notices your eyes roll back up into your head for he slowly pulls you off of his cock to allow you to breathe for a moment. your lips are already slightly puffy and your jaw is already beginning to ache but toji looks at you with a pretty glint to his eyes and you know you’re gonna give your everything to the man. “you’re doing so good, doll. ready for more?” he asks, tapping the tip of his cock on your lips once again.

you smile wickedly up at him, biting your bottom lip ever so slightly before nodding, sticking the tip of your tongue out and giving his head a lick. “mhm…yes sir.”

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 43, vol. 14, 28 octobre 1893, Paris. Le Bal Franco-Russe au Palais de l'Elysée. Dessin de Marie de Solar. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Mlle R. de V…

Corsage et jupe en mousseline de soie maïs, roses rouges et de capillaire.

Corn silk chiffon bodice and skirt, red roses and capillary.

—

Mlle M…

Corsage et jupe en mousseline blanche à pois blancs brodés. Garniture de sequins émeraude à la jupe.

Bodice and skirt in white chiffon with embroidered white polka dots. Emerald sequin trim on the skirt.

—

Mme C…

Corsage et jupe de satin blanc. Grand volant de point d’Alençon garnissant le bas de la jupe. Coiffure diadème en diamants.

Bodice and skirt in white satin. Large Alençon stitch flounce adorning the bottom of the skirt. Diamond tiara diademe.

—

Mme de M…

Corsage en panne violette. Tunique drapée en mousseline de soie Parme, mouchetée de cristal et perles fines.

Purple panne bodice. Draped tunic in Parma silk muslin, speckled with crystal and fine pearls.

—

Mme T…

Corsage cuirasse longue, en jais, sur transparent bouton d’or. Manches de velours noir, jupe de velours noir garnie de zibeline tout au tour.

Long cuirass bodice, in jet, on transparent buttercup. Black velvet sleeves, black velvet skirt trimmed with sable all around.

—

Mme O…

Tunique péplum, en voile de soie blanc, garnie de zibeline, formant nœud au corsage. Manches soutenues par des épaulettes de diamant. Le péplum brodé d’or et de perles fines.

Peplum tunic, in white silk veil, trimmed with sable, forming a bow at the bodice. Sleeves supported by diamond epaulettes. The peplum embroidered with gold and fine pearls.

—

Mme de B…

Corsage de mousseline de soie maïs, guirlande de myosotis enserrant la poitrine. Ceinture d'herbes vertes enroulant la taille. Jupe en moire neigeuse, en guirlandée de myosotis. Coiffure russe, avec diamants dans les cheveux.

Corn silk muslin bodice, garland of forget-me-nots around the chest. Belt of green grass wrapping around the waist. Skirt of snowy moire, garlanded with forget-me-nots. Russian headdress, with diamonds in the hair.

—

Mme W…

Corsage de satin blanc, orné d’un gros papillon de perles multicolores et de cabochons d’émeraude. Jupe de gaze blanche, se drapant sur la jupe de satin blanc. Guirlandes de roses roses et thé.

White satin bodice, decorated with a large butterfly of multi-colored pearls and emerald cabochons. White gauze skirt, draped over the white satin skirt. Garlands of pink and tea roses.

—

Mme A…

Corsage, manches et paniers en velours épinglé vieux rose garni de zibeline. Jupe de satin blanc garnie de zibeline nouée de côté.

Bodice, sleeves and panniers in old pink pinned velvet trimmed with sable. White satin skirt trimmed with sable tied at the side.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

The Orbitron

The Orbitron is a custom car built by Ed Roth and feared lost until its rediscovery in Mexico in 2007

A second generation to Roth's original Beatnik Bandit, which was built in 1960, the Beatnik Bandit II features a one-of-a-kind fiberglass body with PPG lemon meringue pie paint, stylized Rat Fink designs on the sides, and chrome by Metal Masters of Salt Lake City, UT. 

Beatnik Bandit II includes many unique design features, including an electronic console which operates the digital instrument panel and other features such as a digital readout of the car's latitude and longitude. 

The lack of a rearview mirror is not a problem on this car. A "TV mirror" video monitor is mounted on the console with the actual camera mounted in the rear panel. The bubble top is also lifted electronically. 

Beatnik Bandit II was built entirely by Roth, who credits "Revelations from Father in Heaven" for his achievement. The car has been shown in major U. S. cities, including Boston, Los Angeles, Chicago and Houston, as well as in Yokohama, Japan.

The Beatnik Bandit

Ed 'Big Daddy' Roth was an artist, cartoonist, illustrator, pinstriper and custom car designer and builder who created the hot-rod icon Rat Fink and other characters. Roth was a key figure in Southern California's Kustom Kulture and hot-rod movement of the late 1950s and 1960s The Beatnik Bandit was one of his first creations from the early 1960s. It was built from a 1949 Oldsmobile, the chassis was shortened 5 feet, the Olds engine was given the classic hotrod look with GMC blower and twin carbys, everything was chromed except the blower belt. The white interior featured single joystick, that operated turning, throttle and braking. The bubble top was created using compressed air to inflate a sheet of plastic into a dome in a pizza oven. On display at the National Automobile Museum in Reno

Mysterion

Ed Roth built the Mysterion in 1963, he got the idea from the multi engine dragsters he had seen at the dragstrips. He combined two Ford engines, two transmissions, plus two welded rear ends for the foundation. It featured an offset headlight and the typical Ed Roth bubble top. On display at Galpin Auto Sports.

The Road Agent by Ed “Big Daddy” Roth.

Mysterion

Custom builder and artist Ed "Big Daddy" Roth completed the Mysterion in 1963. The bubbletopped custom featured a completely original fiberglass body and twin Ford big-block engines. The weight of the engines was too much for the frame to bear, and the Mysterion fell apart. Tribute versions have been built, including this precise replica from Galpin Auto Sports.

The Surfink

The Surfink, created by Mark Glaz as a tribute to Ed Roth and Ratfink, features a large Ratfink figure atop a surfboard complete with a blown V-8 engine.

The Orbitron

Built in 1964, the vehicle was powered by a 1955 or 1956 Chevrolet V8 and was backed by a Powerglide automatic transmission. The body was hand-laid fiberglass, hiding Roth's extensive chrome work to the chassis. The cockpit, set at the extreme rear of the vehicle in the manner of a dragster, was lined with fake fur and featured an 11-inch General Electric "1-Touch" portable television inserted in the console. Topping the cockpit was a custom-made, hydraulically operated Plexiglas bubble top. One of a series of ordinary doorbell push-button switches atop the hood activated the top from the outside.

Other mechanical features included a 1956 Chevrolet rear end, dropped Ford front axle beam, Buickbrake drums and early Ford brakes. The frame was handmade of rectangular 2x4 inch steel tubing. The engine was a leftover from one of Roth's 1955 Chevrolets, having been removed to make way for a then-new Mark IV big-block given to him by General Motors. It was one of the very few completed cars Roth deemed to be a "mistake" because he felt the car did not show well since the heavily chromed engine and most of the chassis were hidden. The Orbitron was, in fact, one of his few customs to have a hood. Reportedly, the hydraulically operated hood did not fit well due to rushed fiberglass work.

The vehicle's most distinctive feature was its asymmetrical front end with red, green and blue tinted headlamps. It was thought that the three beams when combined would produce an intense white light; the idea came from the then-new medium of color television.

By Jerry Thompson - originally posted to Flickr as 2C7O4069, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5973582

By Jerry Thompson - originally posted to Flickr as 2C7O4066, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5973591

The Baja Bandeeto

Custom car builder and renowned painter Fritz ‘Spritz By Fritz‘ Schenck recreated with his bubble top roadster; the Baja Bandeeto.

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20240117: the History of LEGO Castle day 017. 6055-1 Prisoner Convoy (1985, 116 pieces, 48 different parts) Prisoner Convoy is a black carriage with blue highlights, brown wagon wheels, a blue door which also functions as a back ramp into the carriage, a covered seating area for the carriage driver, and a brick-built harness system for two black and two white horses. The four minifigures for this set include a knight with a red torso and blue arms and a silver breastplate with blue legs and a black belt wearing a blue cape, a Lion Knight's archer with a red torso and blue arms with the gold rampant lion on a blue background with a gold outline in a triangular shield pattern and red legs with a black belt, a Lion Knight's spear-wielder with a red torso with blue arms and the gold and black crossed axe pattern with red legs and a black belt, and a peasant with a light gray v-neck torso with blue arms and a decorated belt with a pouch, a black hood, and plain red legs. As an interesting note, this set contains the most horses you can find in one LEGO set, with a total of five, and even more interesting, the most horses provided are generally found in castle sets. In my research, I searched for sets including words like, "stable", "horse", "farm", and "carriage" and found that sets outside the castle theme only have two horses or less per set while several of the castle sets have four. This set is very cool for a number of reasons. This is the first set of the wagons so far where the turn-table is not completely built-over, which means you have a very limited amount of turning ability. Also, the multi-hinged section allows for the wagon to travel up and down sloped terrain, which is a very cool feature :) I have to say, though, I'm mildly concerned that the only other time we've seen the light gray torso so far was on the minifigure labeled "peasant" in the Supply Wagon (6010-1). It seems like the Lion Knights might like arresting random civilians who are just trying to live their best lives. The most difficult part to find for this set is the blue 1x6 plate with attachment fingers on each side, as that part was only found in this set and the 1995 King's Carriage (6044-1). Another interesting set piece is the blue 1x2 hinge plates with attachment connections on one end. BrickLink indicates these parts are supposed to be the solid stud but the replacement part with hollow studs began production in 1983, which means this set could easily have either part version. The Prisoner Convoy is another set I built mostly out of "spare parts", which means I don't have a box or instructions for it. Parts inventory can be found on BrickLink or Rebrickable and a free download of the instructions can be found on ToysPeriod.

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Got tagged by several lovely people because no one knew I’d already been tagged. Because it took me several hours to copy/paste WIP titles/first sentences into a document lolol. Super happy to finally make it happen though @orbitalpirate @kvetchinglyneurotic and @jamietarttdodododododo !

Game: put the titles of your WIPs, reguardless of how vague or uninformative they are and let people send asks about them. Tag some people, maybe the amount of WIPs you have.

A) I’m big in Ted Lasso so I’m only posting the 120 for this fandom. If someone wants the list of 50 for Dirk Gently or 2 dozen for My Hero Academia; just holler at me!

Battler

Choir Jamie

Jamie v Nate

Back’s Against the Wall, Takes the Hit For Us All

Block His Number

Sam's Dad Take 1

You've Become a Good Person

Jamie Forgives Nate

Season 2 era Dani/Jamie

"Higgins ""well I think if you care about"

Playlist Fic

Keeley Got Pregnant Season 1

A/B/O: All Roy's Headbutts Damage His Scent

James Tart Sr Plants Drugs

Jamie to Ted But Kind of Everyone.

Memories

Dad Like a Hornet

Season One or Two

Henry Calls Ted So He Can Talk to Jamie

Bus Ride Nightmare

Soulmate AU

Beard

Jamie's Coming Out Movies Playlists

Decided on LCA Because Healing Broken Ribs

Jamie's Aunties

One of the Georgie Brings a Video A..

DANI sharing his father

Patty Comes to Dressing Room to D..

RoyxJamie wedding fic

JamieDaniSam

Roy Saying Jamie Threw Away His Career

Roy Realizes Jamie is Scared at the Gala

Roy Kent's Pet

Jamie Nightmare on Bus Season 1 A..

Trust

Why He Had to Push Roy's Buttons

Why He Has to Be Great

Tom O'Brien/Paul Reynolds

James Tart Hurts Jamie Before His First Game Back

Pussy

Will Sees Jamie Injured & Hears Convo With Dad

Jamie's Trent Impression

You don't know anything about me!

Simon Shows Up to Take Jamie to A&E

Georgie The Harpoonist

Jamie's Make-a-Wish kids

"Georgie ""I taught him to fight but not how to stop"""

Poet Jamie

Jamie being overwhelmed with pleasure

Amy from LCA comes to visit s2 Jamie

Dani starts dating Jamie S1

Jamie's First Day Back Had a Responsible Meeting with Team

Jamie's Mom RE His Dad

Car Park Kid Video

Mystical Team Building

Jamie Comforts Phoebe Gets Hit By Roy

Ransom Fic

Georgie's Video Memories

Jamie & Jan

Jamie flirts with Paddy on the Pitch

Show Up: Convo with Phoebe

Nonsexual A/B/O: Sam is Jamie's Alpha

Ted Lasso and Dirk Gentle crossover

Lads Watch Porn

James & Bug Attack Jamie

Collar?

Every Text is A Crime

Roy Asks Keeley for Jamie Advice and Doesn't Ignore It

Georgie Gave Jamie to James to Protect Herself

Roy Sees Jamie’s Ass in a Mirror and Goes Gay

Family Day Positive Georgie

Season 1 Jamie has friends visit

Zava Multi-Chapter

Jamie Thinks Ted sent him back b/c injury

Led Tasso

Princesses and Dragon

Social Worker Jamie

Coach Crash: Pinned

S1 Jamie, Simon Dies

Time Loop

1.10: Will tries to stop James Tartt Sr

S2 Jamie kidnapped for fighting ring

Ted Laskmaster

Roy's Extra Special Football Baby

Gordon Ramsay Reminds Jamie of Someone

Paddy Insta Live

Touch Issues

Georgie Turns James In Season 2

James Fakes His Own Death

Someone Talks to Roy About How He Treats Jamie

Sam Learns to Top Season 1 Team

Yeah? Me old man thinks you and he are just alike

Teaching Phoebe Art Fic

Early Season 2, Team Tricks Jamie

Ted DOES Go in the Treatment Room

Isolation

S3 Declan/Jamie

1.06 Jamie Collapses on Pitch During Cone Duty

"""Roy Won't Hurt Me"""

Jamie's Issue with Dead People

Family Curse

Sold After LCA

Investigative Journalist

Group Home

Belted

James Visits S1 Richmond

Dani Checks Treatment Rooms after games

"""I like history, it’s already happened so it’s easier to understand"""

The Stands

Keeley Teaches Roy How to Teach Jamie

Trick Plays

Pacifier fic

Fresh Back S2 Jamie Helps Ted with Panic Attack

S2 Jamie Saves Girl From Getting Drugged

1.06 Jamie Panic Attack

James Beats Jamie for Getting Benched

You Told Me You Saw It

S2 Roy Breaks Tartt Silence but to Yell at Ted

Mind Games

S1 Jamie Ices Out Colin and Isaac

[vintage-retro-queen]

Get to Know Mary-Loukritia "Lucy" Corleone

Before we begin, I want you all to know that there will also be another character joining with Marinette in this crossover story. My original character, Mary-Loukritia Corleone. Lucy for short, or Lou. Call her what you will. Here is the information about Mary-Loukritia Corleone

Here is the image of who Mary-Loukritia "Lucy" "Lou" Corleone is, and what she looks like to those who want to know who she is and what she looks like.

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Age: 15

Hair Color: Deep-Cocoa Brown

Eye Color(s): Deep-Cocoa Brown (Other Eye colors will be revealed soon)

Body Shape: Hourglass

Hair Shape: Long to her back

Hairstyle(s): Let down, straight, braids, ponytail(s), (other hairstyles, still thinking of)

Clothes: White long sleeved sweater with mid-opacity truffle beige plaid pattern, brown overall dress, high waist socks, brown boots (no heels), and a magnetic black diamond stud earring on the left ear (no piercing required), White designer crop tank-blouse, peachy pink open front cardigan sweater V neck vintage slim shirt, low rise flared leg boyfriend blue bottoms jeans, silver chain belt with silver butterflies, white slip-on platform shoes (not the higher ones, just an inch taller ones), Y2k hypoallergenic magnetic earrings-piercings (No actual piercing required), and a Y2k pink heart necklace with XOXO in it. Dove-white designer dress, white and pink designer dress (shorts underneath the dresses), monochrome and brown crop jackets, white flats, white heels, diamond earrings, necklace, anklet, bracelet, gold choker-necklace, and gold earrings. Casual outfit on the top left, nightwear on the top right, performance outfit on the bottom left, sports outfit in the middle, and swimwear on the bottom right. (Fact: The black diamond stud magnetic earring-no piercing required-is something that is precious to her, so just a reminder) (Other Clothes and accessories are coming soon)

Likes: Family, trustworthy friends, helping others, repaying others, the Meta Betas (Dance Group-Band), the Meta Alphas (Heroes from another realm), delicious pastries, cats and kittens.

Dislikes: Fake people (ex. Fake Friends who use others as puppets), people who betray who, people who frame others for petty/tons of things, people using others various and personal reasons, bullies getting away with everything, victims being put to blame, her former friends back at her old school she prefers to have nameless, people who talk and look down on others to make themselves feel better, people treating others as slaves/servants, etc (more coming soon)

Sexuality: Pansexual + Demiromantic

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Model, artist, writer (Story, nonfic, and poet), animator, filmmaker, editor, voice actor, actress, dancer, singer, musician, and student. (In summary, she is a multi-tasker)

Hobbies: Sketching, drawing, writing, animating, film making, editing, voice acting, dancing, singing, playing various instruments, helping family around the house, playing video games, watching shows and movies with family and/or friends, playing sports and/or ocean sports, volunteering for helping out to community service, reading.

Favorite Music: Rock, soft rock, classical, classical rock, romance, gothic music, 1950s-early 2000s.

Personality: Sweet, kind, honest, generous, loyal, selfless, and caring, but in case anybody gets into her bad side or tries to, well, on a personal note, I'd be careful and sleep with one eye open if I were you, she is a ticking time bomb to those who hurt her family and/or friends.

Favorite Animals: Dogs, puppies, cats, kittens, birds, hamsters, guinea pigs, gerbils, lions, tigers, cheetahs, leopards, panthers, horses, foals. (Mostly cats and kittens)

Species: Human/???

Race: Italian-Britain/??? (Fluent in French, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, English, Hindi, Tarkatan, ???, etc=Polyglot)

IQ: 300

Status: Alive/????????????

More Information Coming Soon...

So, that's basically all you need to know for now.

And to those who are wondering what a polyglot is, it's a person who speaks and/or understands many languages.

Desc. Prologue. Chapt 1. Reactions Pt 1. Chapter 2. Reactions Pt 2. Chpt 3 Reactions Pt 3 Chpt 4 Reactions Pt 4 Chpt 5 Reactions Pt 5

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

In The Still Of The Night

Song Inspo ::: Welcome To The Panic Room // by: Au/Ra

A/N ::: I wish I could tell you all why. But I really can't. It just sort of poured out of my fingers. This is probably the most ... different? ... thing I've ever written. I 100% blame the song for this shit. Ok, like 50/50. 70/30. Fuck. It was 100% my fault.

C/W ::: Toji AND Megumi are in this. Talk of consumption of blood. Not a lot though (talk, or blood). Without going into too much detail, sex stuff happens when the three of you are in the same space. Oral {F -> M}, P -> V, masturbation, dry humping, Dubcon, brief mention of bad past, if I missed any please let me know and I'll add them to the list. Aged up Megumi (21).

You walk in and see Megumi from across a dark gothic bar. He stares at you like you're his next meal and he's a vampire out for the games of the night.

You see his blue-green eyes as the dull lights bounce around the room. Multi-color shifts dancing on the people in the cages hanging from the ceiling while they cut themselves and drip onto the freaks below them. Lapping up their self-hatred because they can't face their own in the cold light of day.

He tips his head up at you, but he doesn't smile. You know what he wants. You know that by the look of his clenched fists. 

Sneaking into the crowd to disappear for just a second longer before you succumb to this violent dicking down you so desperately need after the day you had in corporate America.

You dance.

You dance like you don't know he's watching your every move. Stalking you like you’re a lamb that strayed too far from the herd.

It's dangerous out here.

The wolves are everywhere. And they will eat you whole. They're counting on you to come to them when you're lost.

They promise to help you find who you so badly want to be. They vow to help you find your way out of this dark forest that is existence.

Megumi goes to you and pulls you close to his netted chest. The buckles and clasps hurt as he squeezed you to him. Telling you how bad you are for not coming to him right away when he summoned you.

"You defy people a lot, lost girl?"

You laugh in his face and lean in to kiss him. Biting his lip, sucking on the blood and spitting it right back into his pretty mask.

He rips your shirt right down the center and sucks on one of your tits. Returning the favor of the mild injury.

But it's ok. It's ok because you feel again.

His sharp teeth pulled at your potential life source.

"Get on your knees." He yells at you over the music. It was already beating you down. If he had waited a few more seconds you would have fallen willingly to his cock. But he is not a patient man.

You simp down and cower to his gaze. Undoing his belt. The button on his pants. The zipper. You pull them down just enough to free his angry, red dick.

It tastes sweet. Like blackberries after you bite your tongue.

He puts his hand on the back of your head as he pushes through the pathetic whimpers. You can't even think of begging him to take it easy on your poor soul.

But then he just laughs as the tears and black makeup streams down your cheeks.

He can't tell, but you’re really smiling. Those are tears of joy. He's fucking your mouth into oblivion.

Gagging on him, he finally cums into your tight throat. He moaned loudly, too. But the music was at its peak the same time he was. So you’re inclined to think they canceled one another out.

You stood as he composed himself as best he could, and pulled him to the corner of the large black room.

He shoves you roughly into the poster-covered wall and gets a hair's breadth away from the shell of your ear and tells you how good you did for him just now when you let him take your mouth.

You shivered against his hard body.

There was nothing warm about him. Even his cum felt cold as you swallowed it.

Though he assures you he is alive, no matter how dead his conscience may be.

Megumi pushes a code into the wall behind a square sheet of metal disguised as a poster. You never would have noticed it was different from the others had you not seen him move it.

You wonder if he feels the same way about you. Are you his metal poster? Did he see someone else touch you and he wasn't content with simple voyeurism so he has to force you into this secret room amongst the more "normal" people in this succulent place?

Hedonistic place.

"Sit. Down." He says to you, as he scans the smokey room. It's no bigger than a jail cell. But they still managed to fit a couch and a few chairs in here. "Sit down over there." He points to a stained bean bag chair next to a woman who was sucking on the ring finger of a man who was guiding another woman on his lap to fuck him how he wanted to be fucked.

Megumi lays down with you, he's between your legs. His eyes have a spark in them. Like he knows something you don't, but you'll find out soon enough.

He starts rolling his hips into you. You can feel how hard he is again.

Already.

Like father, like son.

You feel your hair get pulled roughly to the side and then his lips graze your pulse point. He sinks his teeth into you and you feel heat spread through your soon to be vetted body.

Your shirt is agape, much like your mouth, as you try to comprehend all of these things you’re feeling. 

It's hard. 

To feel, you think.

Megumi kisses down your chest to where your skin is covered again by yet more clothing.

Nothing special. Just black pants and a cheap belt.

He slips his hand through the half fastened belt and pulls it out.

"Get up."

You do as he says.

"Everyone out."

They grumble.

"Everyone get the FUCK out, I SAID."

The room clears out and for now, it's just you and him.

There are no cameras. None that you can see, anyway.

You’re just standing there, shivering because it’s cold and you’re more than just a little excited. More than just a little scared.

You hear a noise from the other side of the wall.

Someone is coming in. The door opens.

It's Toji.

You know his dad.You used to be his favorite fuck toy until one night things went too far.

But you three don't speak of that.

"What's he doing here." You try not to let your voice shake. But it doesn't listen. It's like a dead leaf falling from a tree.

Toji crushed your words.

"Hi, princess. Fancy meeting you here." He says in that sexed out voice of his. You hate that it turns you on so much to be standing in here with both of them.

But you can't help it. The heart wants what the brain can't comprehend.

Megumi steps out for a few minutes and Toji comes over to you and without saying a word, he removes your remaining articles of clothing.

He puts his large hands on your shoulders and doesn't even try to sugarcoat what's about to happen.

"It won't be like last time, doll. I'm a different man now. You believe me, right?" He begs without actually begging. His words are as sweet and sticky as honey.

You actually believe him as you fall into his arms and kiss him. Feeling his familiar tongue tipping the scales in his favor.

"Oh honey, if I were a bettin' man, I'd risk it all for your pussy. S'cute that Megs thinks he gets you all to himself tonight. Heh. Dumbass kid, that one."

He bends down and picks you up by the backs of your knees, wrapping your legs around his fine, tapered waist, and takes you to sit down on the overstuffed couch.

Toji's mouth latches on to your right nipple as his hand plays with the left. Pinching and pulling, just like you told him you liked it.

You’re honestly surprised he remembers.

You moan and start to grind that bared and wet pussy against the huge bulge in his pants just when Megumi walks in. Tucking your chin down, you turn and look at him sickly. 

"Hi, Megs. Wanna play with us?" 

Your eyes go to the back of your head because you're getting close to cumming all over Toji's lap. His dick just feels too good not to rub up against. Your clit keeps hitting the knot that's holding his pants up. Hoping and hoping your cunt will magically untie it and his pants will fall victim to the bitch that is gravity.

But Toji is a big boy and he has been dressing himself for longer than you've been alive. So they're not going anywhere until he decides it’s time.

Megumi moves to stand behind you and he spits on his fingers.

"Ass. Out."

"Magic word, asshole." You’re feeling braver now that Toji is here. That false confidence gets you into trouble every single time.

"What the fuck did you just say to me? Give ... me ... your ... ass, slut."

That was the magic word. It shocks you that Megs remembers your magic word, too.

These two must be more fond of you than you give them credit for.

Megumi slams his hand down on your ass and picks through your reaction with a fine-toothed comb.

Toji starts to baby you. Pulling you all the way onto his lap, your knees to your chest as you nurse a broken ass.

Which is much better than a broken heart.

You can feel Toji's precum through his pants sticking to you.

It feels cold and gross. Maybe he's a dead man, too, and you were too busy being on your knees to realize who you were dealing with.

The music is still hitting those low bass vibes out on the floor.

You want to dance.You want to put on a cloak of invisibility and shove these two into traffic and then dance around their bodies.

Megumi takes your hand and pulls you off of his dads lap and pushes you back onto the beanbag chair.

"Stay there."

You nod.

"Why'd'ya take my toy, Megs? That was awfully shitty of you." Toji stands and towers over you. Finally undoing the knot that kept his glorious cock.

"You need somethin', sweet pea."

You were hoping he'd ask. But it fell through the floor and landed as a statement. He was going to give you something whether or not you really wanted it. This so-called 'gift' he was going to bestow upon you.

"Yeah? Wha'do I need, daddy."

He loved when you called him that. It made him feel important. Like he was raising you to be better than you are now.

But you both knew that wasn't true. You are all you will ever amount to.

"You need … ahhh … my cock."

He pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side. His dick was already hard. Just like his son's. It was scary how alike they were.

But maybe that's why you loved them so much.

Toji picked you up and sat you back on his lap, his cock in your pussy as he thrust into you with every ounce of strength he had.

Megumi stood behind the both of you, again, watching. Jerking off to it all.

You felt him cum on your back at some point. But you were too busy focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the Zenin men.

It was everything you had been waiting for. 

Toji was fucking you in all the right ways. Filling you up with his cum, telling you how good you were for taking it all.

"You're gonna get pregnant, princess. You want that?"

"I don't care. Fuck me."

And he did. He fucked you so good you thought you would die. You wanted to die.

You came on his dick, squeezing him for every last drop.

You’re shaking in Toji's arms.

He kissed you on the forehead. "It's ok, babydoll. You can let go. It's ok to let go."

And you did.

You let go of everything. The job, the stress, the bills. The bad memories and the good ones, too.

You were free.

You were free from it all.

But it wasn't long before you found myself in the same situation.

It's like a circle. One you can't ever get out of.

It's like being stuck in a hamster wheel. Running but never making it anywhere.

Maybe it was the cycle of your own birth and death. 

These two were the literal symbols of your birth and death.

Megumi was young, gentle. Though not much more gentle than his father.

Toji was the older, more bitter Megumi. More experienced.

He is going to be the death of you if you aren't careful.

But it's so easy to be reckless when other people tell you they're going to look out for you.

"Princess." Toji said, “It’s his turn now.”

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @millennialmagicalgirl @callm3senpaii

[hirocimacruiser]

Mitsubishi Debonair V AMG version.

AMG is a tuning manufacturer in West Germany that specializes in German luxury cars. Its technical capabilities are widely recognized and highly evaluated by the general public. 3000 Royal AMG is a full-fledged European sporty sedan forged by this prestigious tuner.

■AMG aero parts consist of front bumper spoiler, front grille, side step panel, door protection panel, rear spoiler, rear bumper spoiler, rear end panel, and wheel cut molding.

A form that further refines the aerodynamics of the original body. The impression of its styling can be said to be a splendid fusion of personality and sporty image. Equipped with low-profile tires and aluminum wheels and electronically controlled suspension to support fast and safe driving. From the day you own this car, highway dominance will be yours. The interior also features an AMG-designed steering wheel. The Debonair V3000 Royal AMG is full of Senmou's European spirit in both its exterior and interior.

Body Color: Sarajevo White

■ Seat color: Gray (optional leather seats are beige)

■ Interior base color: Gray

Pictured from left: AMG design steering wheel, AMG design aluminum wheels & 205/60R15-89H tires, dual exhaust pipes.

Debonair V3000 Royal AMG Cyclone V6 3000 engine ELC 4-speed full automatic with OD Main equipment Air conditioning & audio remote control switch Cruise control Auto lighting control 205/60R15-89H tires

Front 5-layer laminated glass (bronze) Electric retractable door mirror Soft touch heater control AMG aero parts Driver's seat power seat Rear power seat AMG Steering wheel ELR seat belt with electric tension reducer Dual auto air conditioner (microcomputer)

MITSUBISHI DEBONAIR V 3000 ROYAL AMG

The Debonair V3000 Royal AMG, which gives the image of driving on the European autobahn. The exterior, suspension, and equipment all feature high-quality specifications unique to this car.

ENGINE BOX

Unprecedented responsiveness and quietness. Advanced driving with Cyclone V6 engine.

What the times demand from engines is not just high power or low-speed torque. It is the response performance that can pick up the power you want when you need it, and the quietness that makes you feel the high quality. In other words, it can be said that it is a high-performance car that truly values ​​the sensibilities of the rider. Mitsubishi's cyclone engine was born by refining everything to meet such demands. And the Cyclone V6 3000 engine of the Debonair V3000 Royal AMG is a proud power unit that stands at the top of them. Achieved new performance and excellent quietness in the entire range from low speed to high speed while achieving compactness and weight reduction. In addition, ECI-MULTI (Multi-Point Injection), which always supplies the best air-fuel mixture and controls accurate fuel injection timing and appropriate ignition timing for each of the six cylinders, is also adopted. Also, in each process of intake, combustion and exhaust, advanced technologies such as manifolds with optimal shape and diameter, dual exhaust system and compact combustion chamber are incorporated.

BOTTOM INFO SECTIONS FROM LEFT

door-linked high-tilt steering,

Light operability created by ELC4A/T with OD.

A driver's seat that secures a wide field of vision and enhances safety. The electronically controlled power steering employs door-linked high-tilt steering that hops up when the driver's side door is opened to facilitate boarding and exiting. Equipped with a cruise control that automatically maintains the set vehicle speed, an ELC 4-speed full automatic transmission with OD that electronically controls for smooth shifting, and a steering audio remote control switch that allows remote control of audio from the steering wheel. As an option, a hands-free car telephone is also available, which allows you to talk without having to use both hands.

The spaciousness of the interior of the FF and its excellent quietness make it a truly relaxing place to live.

Debonair V achieves top-class spaciousness in the interior and trunk room with the FF (front wheel drive) system. Beneran instrument panel pads with a leather touch and urethane-injected floor mats that create a soft feel further enhance the quality of living. The driver's seat and rear seats are equipped with electric power seats that can be adjusted steplessly. In addition, the adoption of a flush body and triple weatherstripping achieves excellent quietness, and is equipped with a high-power audio system with Diatone ASS that adds value to a quiet space.

Optional leather seats are also available.

Safety and reliability brought by electronically controlled suspension and 4-wheel ventilated disc brakes.

Equipped with an electronically controlled suspension that automatically controls suspension characteristics and vehicle height to provide stable driving with consistently high marginal performance. The braking system is equipped with 4-wheel ventilated disc brakes with excellent heat dissipation. The body uses high-quality paint to improve durability and rigidity, integrally molded doors, and new anti-corrosion steel plates. In addition, the front five-layer laminated glass that reduces the impact on the driver in the event of an accident, and ETACS, which electronically controls various timers and alarms, protects irreplaceable safety from all angles.

Door-linked high-tilt steering (with memory) Auto door lock High-power audio with Diatone ASS (B speaker Audio steering remote control switch Electric suspension AMG aluminum wheels Electronic control power steering 4-wheel pentillated disc brakes

[euxinia]

💐trend report spring 2023💐

Hello everyone! Today I’m sharing the trend report for spring 2023! Spring is just around the corner so let’s dive in!

🌷Fun Prep

This season we’re taking the preppy trend and giving it a Barbiecore twist. Think bold versions of soft colors and classic patterns as well as understated, classy bags in bright colors. Think heritage brands like Tory Burch, Coach, or Burberry!

Colors:

Creamsicle orange

Bright sky blue

Bold pastel pink

Patterns:

Houndstooth

Tweed

Plaid

This trends’ stars:

Marc Jacobs The Micro Leather Tote Bag in Scorched

Coach Polished Leather Shoulder Bag in Flower Pink

Tory Burch Mini Kira Flap Convertible Quilted Leather Shoulder Bag in Light Celeste

🌷Monochrome Glam

Got a big event coming up? Hop on this tried-and-true trend for this season with a monochromatic suit. This trend is all about the matchy-matchy, from your outfit to your accessories and even your makeup! Think bold and hot colors, especially hot pink, and trendy brands to make this trend come to life.

Colors

Hot pink

Bold white

Fiery red

Patterns

Satin or silk

Rhinestones and gems

Metallic

This trends’ stars:

Cult Gaia Hera Nano Rhinestone Shoulder Bag in Shell Pink

Marc Jacobs The Micro Tote Bag in Iridescent

Kurt Geiger London Mini Kensington Embellished Fabric Convertible Crossbody Bag

🌷Abstract Prints

Groovy for sure, but not limited to the swirly patterns of the sixties! Floral prints or checkerboard patterns fit this trend as well. Any abstract pattern will work, and in a variety of fun colors: from brights to greyscale.

Colors

Black and white

Navy

Yellow and pink

Patterns

Swirls

Florals

Checkerboard

This trends’ stars:

Clare V. Grande Belt Bag in Cream Chantal/Black Checkers

Kate Spade New York Manhattan Spade Flower Jacquard Tote in Black Multi

House of Want Newbie Vegan Leather Shoulder Bag in Sunset Stripe

Okie dokie! That’s all for now :) I’ll be back next season!

[kudosmyhero]

Batman: The Return #1 Planet Gotham

Read Date: June 05, 2023 Cover Date: January 2011 ● Writer: Grant Morrison ● Penciler: David Finch ● Inker: Matt Banning ◦ Ryan Winn ● Colorist: Peter Steigerwald ● Letterer: Dave Sharpe ● Editor: Mike Marts ◦ Janelle Asselin ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● a 40-year-old bat?? ● Lucius! <3 ● the art is beautiful

● 3/5 story (the global stuff doesn't interest me as much as street-level Gotham, but at least it's not multiverse and/or multi-planetary) but the art brings it up a notch ● 👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Batman, wearing a new costume, faces off against a terrorist called Hussain Mohammed, who is holding a boy named Omar hostage. Mohammed is also wearing a belt strapped with bombs. During their struggle, Mohammed mentions a terrorist organization called Leviathan. Batman takes out Mohammed and rescues Omar. He then returns Omar to his father, Sheikh Ibn Ali Farouk. However, Batman mentions to Sheikh that he is next.

Bruce returns to the Batcave, meeting with Barbara, Dick, Damian, Tim, Stephanie and Alfred. He discusses with them his new ideas for Batman's war on crime. He also talks with Lucius Fox and expresses his plans to help Batman. Fox then shows Bruce a set of jet-suits, a special suit of armor that increases human strength and has flight capabilities. Bruce asks Fox to modify two of the jet-suits to make them look like Batman and Robin.

Using the two suits, Bruce and Damian go to Yemen to investigate a fight that happened there. Bruce finds an injured woman called Spidra. Suddenly, Bruce is attacked by Traktir, who wants Bruce to leave Spidra alone. Bruce asks Robin to assist him, but he is nowhere to be found. Bruce tries to reason with Traktir, telling him that he is not his enemy. However, Traktir refuses to stop fighting. Bruce then tells him that he saved Spidra's life and asks who did this to them. Traktir leaves, but not before telling Bruce to look in the carcass, saying that the one responsible was called "Featherless."

Meanwhile, Robin finds a mysterious man in helmet. He tries to capture him, but the mysterious man escape.

Batman and Robin return to the Batcave, where Robin is frustrated by Bruce's tactics. Bruce tells Dick that he can't work with Damian, and that Dick should do it instead. Bruce says that Dick's partnership with Damian is excellent and that Alfred and Jim Gordon love them. He also says that he wants Dick and Damian to stay in Gotham as Batman and Robin. Dick is confused and replies that there can only be one Batman. However, Bruce says that not this time, and that they are going to need an army of Batmen.

Bruce then packs up and leaves Wayne Manor with Alfred, who tells him that they have several properties around the world. Although Wayne rarely visits them, they are regularly maintained. Bruce tells him that they are going to need more Batcaves.

Meanwhile, in Leviathan, the leader of Leviathan is criticizing Mohammad for allowing the Leviathan facilities in Yemen to be compromised and left in the hands of the enemy. He also says that Mohammad almost let Batman in their headquarters. Mohammed tries to apologize, but the leader brings Omar to their briefing room, along with the mysterious man from Yemen. Omar, having been brainwashed to be loyal only to Leviathan, shoots his father.

In the Batcave, Batman simply says "Game on."

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Batman:_The_Return_Vol_1_1)

Fan Art: The Bat-Family (Earth-27) v.2 by phil-cho

[bylightofdawn]

Are ya'll ready for: El seriously overthinks video games + minor FF7 Rebirth spoilers hour?

I'm finishing up the mission on Junon where Cloud and Co go undercover and just watching Cloud lose himself in the role, genuinely getting ATTACHED to the Seventh Infantry and me then having to escort my baby infantry ducklings around as they murder other Shinra troops out of the mistaken belief they are on the other side made me FEEL A LOT OF THINGS. Like holy shit that’s insane even typing it out. And kinda dark and a little twisted. And potentially fucks those poor Infantry troops over yet they are STILL rode or die for Cloud. I wasn't expecting to get socked in the feels as much as I did.

Because Cloud is so detached and emotionally standoffish, watching him seriously get into the role of playing at the Captain of the Seventh Infantry is hella significant.

And I think it's because it's so familiar and something he is missing. He misses the camaraderie and brotherhood of serving. Sure, he moved onto becoming a SOLDIER and who was his damn role model/sempai? Zack Fair who is one of the most big-hearted, best big brother energy dude ever. So of course he would subconsciously internalize that's what a good leader should do. Sure, there was also Sephiroth but he's clearly the worst and reflects what bad leadership skills would be.

So yeah, I think there's a part of Cloud that misses serving, or at least misses that sense of brotherhood. He's been a lone wolf for so long, I can't imagine he's not starved for that kind of connection. It's also prolly easier and less complicated than the relationships he has with the main party.

Okay so that's me being all philosophical. Now let me be a degenerate and horny on main for a second.

Holy fuck nuggets Rufus is so hot. He's ALWAYS been hot but he's especially hot and v. Ice Prince-y and I fucking love it. I am laughing at the absurdity of his clothing and how it continually gets more complicated and ridiculous. He legitimately looks like he's wearing a fucking farthingale with that ridiculous belt collection he's wearing. Or yanno....bdsm gear. XD

Somehow they have managed to take Roche who was already at Maito Gai levels of over the time 100% energy and made him even MORE ridiculously and over the top. I lowkey wish he would stop talking. I have an excellent solution on how to do that and that is for Cloud to shut him up by fucking him until his brains bleed out of his ears over his stupid bike. Or yanno, there are other ways to shut him up varying from gag and other creative things to occupy his mouth with.

Even though it's clear Cloud is pretty hetero-coded but after like 25 years of soooooo much Sephiroth/Cloud, Zack/Cloud fan content, I don't think that's going to stop the internet (or myself) from shipping him like a fandom bike. Hell I actually love Cloud/Tifa cause I am a disgusting multi-shipper.

Ahem. Anyway I hope Cloud gets to reunite with his Seventh Infantry people at some point. I think I'm like.....1/3 of the way through the game and holy shit. I've discovered I detest minigames. I love side-missions in games but fuck DDR minigames or that damn in real time strategy game Fort Condor. There's a reason I've never been interested in FF Tactics.

EDIT: OMG Red XIII going full on Karen Mode and demanding to speak to the bartender/employee who won’t let him play in the Queen’s Blood tournament because he’s an ‘animal’ is the funniest shit I’ve seen so far in this game. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

EDIT 2: never mind, Red going full on Chester Cheetah/Michael Jackson absolutely takes the cake. I’m ded.  I also stayed up way too late beaten this freaking queens blood tournament mini game and I really gotta go to bed now.

[numinousnic]

[IMAGE ID] druzsea's Shirt Cut Meme, filled out with the player characters from @lazynotconfused's Lyron homebrew campaign for Dungeons and Dragons. Harlow Eskildbarn is filled in for "Sideboob," Phoebe Hesperia-Fairbriar for "Inner Sideboob," Elska Lingren for "Boob Window," Sigbjørn "Siggy" Fenleth for "Underboob," and Vasira Kazamir for "Free Space." All characters are shown from the hips up against a stylized colored background.

Harlow is a tall nonbinary half-elf with a light brown skin; shaggy, shoulder-length dark brown hair, and green eyes. They have a tattoo of the outline of flowering plants on their right bicep. They wear a grey-green workout tank with deep-cut sleeves, and black Adidas track pants. They gaze down and to the left thoughtfully as they run their left hand through their hair. Their background is dark green, with tongues of flame.

Phoebe is a petite half-elf woman with light, rosy skin; waist-length blonde hair; and brown eyes. Her skin is heavily freckled, with scattered moles. She wears a golden heart-shaped locket, a lavender button-up crop top with a low V-neck and puffed sleeves, and a floral skirt with blue, purple, and pink roses. She glances to the left with a small, bashful smile, her left hand curled against her cheek. Her background is pastel green, with falling leaves and petals.

Elska is a lean human woman with light skin, white hair in a braided updo, and pink eyes. Her eyebrows are dark pink, and she has a white scar over her left eye. She wears a long-sleeved navy blue sweater dress with a collar twisted into a chest window. She looks confidently to her right, both hands on her hips. Her background is light magenta, with long trailing wisps.

Siggy is a muscular nonbinary halfling with lightly tanned skin, a red undercut with the top half braided into a ponytail, and blue eyes. They have a tattoo of elemental symbols on their right bicep; most of the elements are faded, but the lightning bolt is bright yellow. Thin, white, lightning-like scars cover his forearms. They wear a cropped fishnet tank top and red sweatpants with a gold stripe on the sides. His hands are laced behind his head, showcasing his arms, and he looks at the viewer with a playful grin. Their background is dark orange, with bolts of lightning.

Vasira is an angular human woman with pale skin; straight, shoulder-length black hair; and brown eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. She wears a black turtleneck sweater with elbow pads, tucked into belted dark brown pants. Her arms are tightly crossed as she glares to her left. Her background is dark purple, with dashes and dots. [END ID]

The people asked for DnD fanart... I asked my DnD group who they wanted me to fill out the ever-classic Shirt Cut Meme with... they said I should draw our current party... and the rest, as they say, is history. 🤩 This was a large, multi-layered beast (seriously, please open this in full view), but so much fun to work on!

(FYI, Harlow uses they/them pronouns, Siggy uses he/they, and Elska, Phoebe, and Vasira use she/her!)

[quirkwizard]

- Arrowhead: user can pluck v shaped arrowheads from their hair, the arrowheads being made of hair, are rather flexible, though the user can change their shape, size, and rigidity while holding them. The user has great control over them. Allison them to speed up or alter their trajectory. The arrowheads can be used as multi tools, acting as darts, boomerangs, knifes, lock picks , and even mini drones. The arrowheads also have the unique property to mimic the vibrations of each other, not only allowing for long range communication, but also the capability to create high frequency weapons

This was created today, I wanted to base it of a Batman’s utility pouch and baterang, but I think I made the shape too limited for extensive tools, though I do like where it’s at now. I think it’d be a mutant quirk like pop off, any suggestions?

I get what you are going for here, and I think it has some potential, but it could use some reworking. Arrowheads seem like an odd shape to work off of, maybe a simpler shape like squares or discs could work better in the user shaping them, and having it around the head is a weird place given the inspiration, you could easily have them as a belt shaped addition around the user's waste, but that is minor stuff. The biggest issue is that you are simply giving the arrows way too many uses. I get that the user can reshape them, but it gets to the point where it's simply too much, especially the parts about the vibrations, using them like drones, and being able to control them. Any one of these could work as Quirks on their own, but I can't exactly imagine one Quirk being able to do all of this. I think that the idea would work better if it was just the arrowhead idea to start with. You put some hard limits on how much the user can control with them, like only making simple, handheld shapes with the arrows. Then you put some drawbacks on like requiring a lot of time and skill to properly use them, since they rely on the user throwing them and training the Quirk to get more variety out of it, and putting a limit on how many they could make. Then you have the Quirk evolved to the point where they can make tools with it as a natural evolution of their ability, dropping some of the more advanced ideas to make a more cohesive ability.

[bluenpinkcastle]

20240519: the History of LEGO Castle day 140. 8875 King's Siege Engine (2005, 131 pieces, 55 different parts) King's Siege Engine is a large light bluish gray and dark bluish gray hollow tower one four reddish brown 4x4 circle bricks. Large figure shields with a reddish gold lion on a royal blue / blue violet background with a reddish gold border on a pearl silver shield cover the hollow parts of the tower while dark bluish gray pikes with royal blue / blue violet flags decorate the top. The four minifigures for this set include: -The new upgraded Jayko has a medium blue full face visor on a dark blue helmet, a yellow minifigure head with a straight black line of bangs, a plain medium blue torso with dark blue hands, medium blue armor with a gold and white hawk, and medium blue legs with a dark blue belt. He carries a white triangular shield with a printed gold and white hawk on a dark blue background and a pearl light gray angular sword. This version of Jayko is found in three sets (8875 King's Siege Engine, 8876 Scorpion Prison Cave, and 8877 Vladek's Dark Fortress), the three versions of the Knights Kingdom table top game (218066 Das Spiel in German, 218141 Le Jeu in French, and 218158 Multi-Language), and 091560 Jayko Puzzle. -King Mathias has a chrome gold crown, a yellow minifigure head with a gray bang line, a gray beard and mustache, a light bluish gray torso with royal blue / blue violet arms with black hands and a black printed sideways lion head on a gold background, and dark bluish gray legs with a royal blue / blue violet belt. He carries a reddish gold angular sword. This version of King Mathias appears in three sets, 8779 Grand Tournament, 8781 Castle of Morcia, and 8875 King's Siege Engine. -The two shadow knights have a black angled cheek protection helmet, a yellow minifigure head with thick black "v" forehead print with space between the beard and sideburns, a black torso with dark red arms and black hands, a black scorpion on a dark red background, and black legs with a dark red belt, and each carries a black halberd. New and unique parts for this set include: -The reddish brown 8x8 modified plate with grill and hole in the center and the reddish brown 2x4 curved double slope are unique to this set, though other variations of the 2x4 curved double slope are found in 7070 Catapult Raft and 7257 Ultimate Lightsaber Duel. -The large figure shield was only found in one other set, 8796 King Mathias (series 2), and the 4x4 speckle black and silver rock top and bottom were only found in one other set, 7019 Viking Fortress Against the Fafnir Dragon. -The reddish brown 2L ridged axle connector was only found in three sets, 7260 Wookiee Catamaran, 8875 King's Siege Tower, and 8877 Vladek's Dark Fortress. -The pearl light gray 1x1 rocket was only found in five sets, 8101 Claw Crusher, 8108 Mobile Devastator, 8874 Battle Wagon, 8875 King's Siege Tower, and 8877 Vladek's Dark Fortress. -Royal blue / blue violet pieces for this set include: 1x2 brick, left wave flag, and 1x2 triple convex slope. Parts inventory for this set can be found on BrickLink or Rebrickable and a free download of the instructions is available on Rebrickable under the "Instructions" tab. This set was also part of one value pack, 65825 with 8874 Battle Wagon and 8875 King's Siege Tower.