#pompom magazine

[polluxtor]

Weekend at the Beach

Last week there was a big holiday here in Portugal, meaning I was able to go to the beach with a few friends for 4 days of well deserved relaxation. 

I finished the first pair of the glover sock, which made me super happy. Still struggling with the german short row heel, but the process of learning something new is so exciting. I can't wait until I finish the second one. (Cast that on yesterday, currently working on the rib)

I also got to see gorgeous places and the beautiful and blue ocean. It was truly amazing to be so close to the nature and just spend hours under the sun doing absolutely nothing. 

On not so fun things: I have a bad cold and been coughing non-stop.

[dynamoe]

these things are "weepuls" (or a "wuppie," if you're Dutch.)

[hydrangeachainsaw]

📂Download for TS3 & TS4:

Y2K journals ♡ Y2K magazines (open and closed) + cigarette lipstick ♡ Lovely pompom rug + heart ruffle pillow ♡ Glass heart candle & row of hearts candle + dear diary ♡ Vinyl Heart Victrola ♡ CD player and CD collection ♡ Prom Queen Mirror ♡ movie and cartoon posters + y2k rugs ♡

[backboneofthevees]

VELVETTE HEADCANNONS!

Not my usual post, but I thought I'd share! Have fun reading :)

♡ (if it wasn't obvious enough) She's a lesbian! I love the little girl-liker third wheel to a mlm couple (vox and val) her and the other vees have going on, plus the velvette x verosika art i see is ALWAYS so beautiful!

♡ referring to this post below:

She owns corsets (yet doesnt use them much because LOOK AT THAT WAIST), and one or two have definitely been stolen....by both of her male conterparts.

♡ She sews! Not ALL the time, since she's busy doing things like running shows and doing photoshoots, but I feel like it'd be a little something nice to do in her free time. Blasting some music while tailoring a new coat or something.

♡ She only wears the same colors. I know this is a little obvious from the few outfit changes she has in the show, but imagine it. A large walk-in closet filled with ONLY pink, purple, white and black. (And perhaps a singular green christmas sweater.) They're not ALL just dresses and jackets, she has pants and t-shirts too. She just likes to dress femme and throws in a masc/more casual outfit from time to time.

♡ She has a diverse music taste. I might me self-projecting here a bit, but I think it'd be pretty cute to see hee listening to different types of music. Like listening to something metal/punk when wearing an 'emo' outfit (one thst consists of mostly black) or some pop/r&b when dressing up in her normal dress-and-tights- combo. It helps her get in the mood.

♡ She has a close relationship with Vox and Valentino. This is also shown in the actual show, seeing how docile they are around eachother, but I imagine the boys and Vel having a brother-sistertjust generally close relationship, like Val and Vel would talk shit and go shopping one day or Vox and Vel talking about the shoots they're doing/planning on doing and having their nails done together. (Painting Vox's claws or sharpening them since he doesn't really have nails.)

♡ She's a little nerdy. I'm not talking about book-nerd, more likke a genuinely-invested-in-fashion-and-knows-about-its-history nerd. Like she'll read up on magazines or articles about how the kitten heel came to be or fun facts about the creator of a specific clothing brand she likes. She doesn't bring it up often, more of a random thing she'll drop into a conversation to keep it going. Also, since she's on her phone all the time, I think she'd be a little bit of a tech wiz like Vox. Like he'll give her a prototype for a new V-Phone and ask her about any bugs or special features. She'll evaluate it and Vox would give her his credit card for a day as a thank you.

♡ She has a major sweet tooth. I'm not saying she's constantly eating candy, given her figure and those crisp pearly whites, but whenever she's going out she'll get a milkshake or perhaps a little sweet treat at a local bakery. Not nicely, but still.

♡ Her full name, when she was still alive, was Veronica Barbie Hernandez, hinting at a latina/mexcian background. Her friends usually called her by her middle name or just Barb, since she had (and still does) such an affliction for having cute outfits and wearing pink. (I might draw her aswell as the rest of the vee's as humans, who knows)

♡ She has a doll body. This is a bit of a short one, but since she's based of a doll like Vox is a TV and Valentino is a moth, she has a plastic-y, smooth doll body. Specifically a ball-jointed doll body. (She can also pop off her limbs and/or head with little to no pain, using it to scare the boys during halloween or whenever she feels like it.)

♡ She's in her early 30s-late 20s, Vox and Val being around 30-40.

♡ She has 2 cats, one white cat named PomPom, and one tabby cat named Spike.

♡ Her favorite musicals are Heathers and Hairspray. (heathers fans hmu)

♡ Despite being known as 'the girly one', she grew up with 2 brothers. Both are dead and are running around somewhere in Hell, probably.

♡ She helps pick out outfits for the boys, despite them wearing (like almost every other male character) suit-like attire. She LOVES trying on dresses with Val, though.

♡ She goes out often. To shop, get food, get drunk, or to just walk around town and blog for her live feed. God forbid you bump into her though, especially if she's holding a drink (or just anything that could spill on her/something expensive she bought dropping onto the ground). She'll EXPLODE.

That's all for now! Feel free to ask for more or just anything else <3

[pompomposting]

he is reading PomPom Magazine

[blurban-form]

Halloween Bluey Stuff (2/?)

It doesn’t look like they’re on the Bluey website, but in the current issue of the Bluey magazine, you can see Pompom and Muffin dressed up for Halloween. I kind of figured they’d have interesting costumes…

But no, <spoiler alert> they’re both ghosts!

Pompom next to a Jack O’Lantern

Poor ol’ Muffin

[365fanficchallenge]

Pairing: (EXO) Sehun x OC

Genre: 1950's AU, collegeAU!, romance, glow up vibes, used to be invisible and now he's not, tres confused Sehun

Summary: It's Summer and Sehun's hormones have hit him just in time to be the new flavour of the season at Baltimore college. Its a shame he's only got eyes for OC.

Note: Does this count as a story? Drabble? Idk, I'm trying to write but I get bored and only write the fun parts of the ideas I have 🫠 Are they really jarring to read because there's basically no context? Will I keep writing anyway? Yeh, probably.

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It's 1954 and the war is over. The TV box is in colour and an Englishman has conquered the tallest mountain in the world. Sehun's parents have tentatively agreed to take out the new 'credit card' and kids around high-school have been passing around the first ever Playboy magazine. Sehun has filled out from his small frame to a tall lean-meat stature - and he thinks he's in love.

She's sitting one row in front of him and summer break starts today.

He hasn't said a stitch of a word to her.

Paper ticks off his hand, landing on his desk. Mr Miller is droning on about how its important to keep studying over the summer and when he has his back turned to the class, Sehun opens the note.   

'So you gunna talk to her before school's out?'

Baekhyun's scrawl is spidery across the page. Sehun subtly turns his body, forehead leaning against his hand and mouths in exasperation that he doesn't know. His eyes drop back to her in front of him, helpless. The sun reflects off the curve of her cheek and her pencil scratches satisfyingly on her paper - she had given her pompom biro to the exchange student next to her to use.

A great gust of air whooshes past his lips and he feels like his heart has been hit by a truck in the best way possible. Clearly, his face says this too because he sees his so called friend doing something nefarious from the corner of his eye. Baekhyun's miming a rather violent whipping motion at Sehun that gets more and more exaggerated, really, the guy is putting his whole back into it, until a stick of chalk absolutely decimates him straight between the eyes like a homing missile. Sehun turns to the source of it, to see the tip of Mr Miller's nose red, and the rest of the class guffawing at poor Baekhyun who is silently but theatrically communicating the loss of one of his eyes on the floor.

Even she turns to see what the fuss is about and barely smothers her smile behind a dainty hand. Her smile is contagious. Sehun finds himself giving a low and short chuckle, staring straight at her. He doesn't expect her eyes to flicker to him before she lets out a real giggle, as if he was the reason she couldn't control herself. Didn't his sister's stupid magazines say something about when you're laughing in a group, you look at the person you're most attracted to? The mirth in Sehun's eyes suddenly dissolves and his expression goes blank, studying her. She goes serious too.

Oh boy. He was done for.

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AN: Constructive criticism always welcome!

[hellcheer-heaven]

Meet me Under the Bleachers (NSFW)

Chrissy has spent the week teasing and messing around with Eddie. It would be one thing when they're alone, but she's doing it at school. Eddie is definitely surprised at her attempts, but he's certainly in for an even bigger surprise at the end of the week.

Chrissy just simply couldn’t stop herself, and really she didn’t want to. On Monday she gave him the bedroom eyes whenever they crossed paths. On Tuesday, she played footsie with him during study hall, stopping each time the teacher walked by. On Wednesday, she played with a cherry red lollipop in front of him during chemistry. On Thursday, she let her hands wander down to his jean cladded rear when they hugged under the bleachers, gently caressing it and loving how he exhaled a hot puff of air. On Friday, she brought out the big guns: During gym class while he was warming up for some stupid team activity, he noticed how she bent down from the waist to grab her pompom that she “accidentally” dropped. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he could have sworn he saw something pink beneath that skirt. Gareth knocked some sense into him, a quick hit to his shoulder and a reminder that Eddie was already on thin ice due to not showing “team sportsmanship” or something. If the gym and cheer coaches weren’t being such hard asses, or honestly if no was around, Chrissy would have snuck up behind him and surprise Eddie with her tongue between two fingers. Alas all they could do was just attend class and all she needed to do was wait.

This week felt like hell, fire and brimstone seemed more welcoming than the lustful thoughts that plagued him. Each time Chrissy did something, his mind attempted to figure out what on earth she was doing. It wasn’t unusual for her to be a little flirtatious around him, but this seemed out of character even for her. Eddie had the same tight lip expression he usually gets when he’s annoyed. In this case the annoyance wasn’t from her, not at all. It was from the fact that she was doing all of this on purpose, in public, and they simply couldn’t leave class to take care of it. To top it off, it was Friday. Meaning that Eddie was scheduled for Hellfire Club and Chrissy was scheduled to attend another basketball game. She would bask in the silent enjoyment of how her playful torture methods would effect Eddie as he tried his damnedest to focus on the next adventure amongst his fellowship. The dark forces were working against him and clearly the Demogorgans and Vecna were not to blame.

Chrissy decided to up the ante by leaving an envelope in his locker early that Friday morning. As he reached into his locker to grab his blue notebook, something fell out. The envelope was cream colored, his name was written in purple glitter gel, and a pastel pink lipstick mark. The bottom of the paper said, “For your eyes only baby.” Eddie pocketed the package and slipped into the boys’ locker room before the first bell. He locked the door and slowly opened it, nearly dropping it onto the tiles when he saw what was sticking out. Chrissy was by no means a professional photographer, but a little bit of amateur photography with an instant polaroid was a fun hobby for her. The first one presented her face all decked out in her best makeup, her cherry red lips wrapped around a curved banana; the red leaving a stained ring around the fruit. The second one showed a combination of her mouth and chest. Her lips were slightly puckered with a little curve at the sides giving her a mischievous expression. She wore a her white jacket, the zipper was pulled down beneath the center of her breasts that were hidden behind what appeared to be a pink lacy bra. The third one showed her hand lifting up her cheer skirt, presenting a little peek at a pair of lacy underwear. Fuck Playboy magazine, this was better than what any Playmate of the Year could possibly show!

Why can’t the day hurry up and end?!

Before they parted to their respective domains, Chrissy and Eddie gave each other a hug. She slipped something into his hand, giving him a little wink before heading off with her friends to the gym. He looked down and saw a little piece of folded up lined paper. It smelled of her perfume and it had a little heart scribbled on it.

Meet me under the gym bleachers at 10. -Chrissy

The two set of games went on as per usual. There were moments of absolute silence, outstanding tension building up higher and higher, until finally thunderous cries of joy emerged. There wasn’t a single dull moment between the basketball game and Hellfire Club. Students, teachers, parents, and staff made their way off of school grounds, as did the loyal members of the Dungeons and Dragons alliance. All except for the Dungeon Master and the Queen. His watch read 10:12 pm by the time he said his last goodbyes to his friends, practically sprinting to the gym to find her. Thankfully this brave and very amorous knight didn’t need to worry about slaying any sort of beast or breaking a spell. His fair Queen wasn’t locked up in a tower, instead she was there waiting patiently in her castle.

She could hear the squeaking of his sneakers upon the floor, but she kept her back to him, “Hello Eddie, glad you could make it.”

“Babe, I’m so sorry I’m late!”

She turned her head slightly, the small sliver of moonlight from a high window showed her lovely smile, “Well, I'm just glad you’re here.”

God the sound of her voice was addicting. He just wanted to tackle her and make sweet love to her, but he wanted answers first. “Okay Cunningham, what’s this little game that you’re playing?”

She chuckled, walking over to him slowly, looking as if she was floating towards him with such feather like steps. “Eddie, what’s wrong with having a little fun?” Her manicured fingers tugged at the zipper upon her jacket. There it is, the same pink bra that she had in the photos! “I just thought that instead of doing our usual Friday night thing like having sex at your place or in the van.” She held his shaking hand, pressing it to the top of her warm chest, guiding it into her brassiere. “I figured that we needed a little change of scenery.”

Eddie’s jaw hung low, pupils dilating wider with each passing second. Who was this woman and what has she done to Chrissy? Well clearly awakened her to the more primal part of herself, and yet somehow still retaining some semblance of sweetness behind those eyes. How was it that someone with such a sugary voice could also sound so incredibly seductive?

She stood up on her top toes, swiping his earlobe with her tongue before whispering, “What do you say Eddie?” She pecked his trembling lips, giving him the very face that never fails to make him drop to his knees. “Why don’t I show you my more ‘advanced moves’ that I can’t do during cheer practice?”

He planted his knees and feet onto the wooden floor. The sight of seeing the often loud and jumpy Dungeon Master kneeling before his Queen gave her quite the jolting spark that traveled up her spine. She lifted up her skirt, lithe fingers touching along the shape of her covered labia. The material snuggled a bit into the lower pair of lips, with just a bit of a wet spot beginning to emerge. Chrissy grabbed his hand and guided her dazed and confused boyfriend from below the bleachers, having him take a seat on the floor. She took some steps back to show him one of her advanced cheer moves. His eyes were glued to the way she could bend and lift up her leg like that, holding the pose with a bright smile across her face. Eddie needed to keep her leg up and eat her out like that until she was a dribbling mess, but still he waited. After showing off again with her other leg up, she then proceeded to unzip her jacket. Allowing her a chance to give him more of a peep at her pretty bra before continuing to give the best private performance for him and only him. Making sure to really emphasize her jumps, kicks, and hip thrusts just some feet away from him. At this point Eddie if went home with a black eye, at least he’d have the memory of this erotic display of sport imprinted in his mind while having to recover.

She beckoned him over with a curled finger and Eddie crawled to her, getting down to the ground to kiss her sneakers. His hands held her soft legs as he closed his eyes and pecked her from her ankles to beneath the hem of the skirt. He just wanted to dive in and take her then and there, but he was to remain in his place until he was given permission. The hard on in his jeans was growing and he needed her right now. She could clearly see in his eyes the desperation and lustful nature behind those earthy irises.

“Chrissy, please I need you,” he pleaded, pressing his face to her thigh. “Please.”

She lifted her skirt once more, cradling the back of his head and pressed his nose to her. His mouth salivated, breathing in the most amazing smell to ever grace his olfactory senses. He couldn’t help himself when he stuck out his tongue and licked the material, earning him a rough tug of his curls. He didn’t ask her, he knew that he was supposed to like the good boy that he was. She would have said yes to his request, but he had to endure his short punishment. If he wasn’t so turned on by the pain, he would have picked her up and pressed her back against the wall. Following up by ripping off her panties, hoisting her up, and mercilessly thrust into her.

Her voice was like honey, “No, no, no Eddie.”

He attempted to apologize, but it sounded more pathetic than honest, “I- I- I’m sorry. Please I’ll do anything.”

Chrissy smirked, her blue eye shadow glistening. “You’re so sweet when you beg Eddie.” Her thumb followed the shape of his lips, “Lay down.”

Eddie licked the tip of her thumb, sucking on it slowly. Groaning when she pushed it down on his tongue, mesmerized by her magic. He released it with a wet pop, proceeding to follow her order and lay upon the hard floor. There was a singsong tone in her voice, humming a little tune as she stepped gracefully over him. Her playful smile was still there as she looked down at the “mean and scary” man, chuckling as she watched the way his eyes widened. She shimmied and gyrated slowly, cooing those perfect little sounds that she makes whenever she’s very happy. Looking deeply into his eyes while unzipping the rest of her jacket, coyly hiding her covered breasts as she danced. Every part of her wiggled and Eddie's need to touch each and every area with his hands only grew. The old question: “Are you a boob man or a leg man?” was commonplace in that accursed school. Watching how Chrissy turned around and jiggled her nearly bare backside made him rethink every decision he’s ever made up to that point in his life; the aforementioned question included.

“Holy shit babe,” Eddie groaned, jaw soon dropping when she bent down to touch her toes. The way the panties hugged the soft crevice of her rear was exhilarating. “Chrissy, I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be good.”

Chrissy sat upon his torso and held his heated face, nibbling her lower lip when those sad and needy pair of chocolate button eyes focused on her. “That’s the spirit Eddie.” She knelt down and kissed those soft lips, so sweet and addicting like fresh cola. “You’re doing amazing sweetheart.”

He thanked her quietly, his brain etching in how she used that familiar term of endearment towards him. He was forgiven and maybe, just maybe he could test the waters.

“Chrissy, could you do just one thing for me? Please?”

She ran her fingers through his bangs, “Anything for you Eddie, my sweet boy.”

His hands caressed the sides of her thighs, his voice shaking, “Can you please, please keep the skirt on?”

Chrissy loved how polite he could be, still she wanted to see just how much she could mess with him. She didn't hesitant to repeat his words back in a slightly mean tone, “You want me to keep my skirt on? Big, bad Eddie Munson wants to fuck the innocent, little cheerleader.” She laid her chest upon his face, speaking so nonchalantly as if she wasn’t pressing her bosoms on him. “Do you touch yourself thinking about fucking me in my uniform? Hmm? You dirty, little pervert.”

This was both heaven and hell for him, oh please don’t let this night end. And please don't let him come yet, please. He responded with a nod and a mumbled affirmation. Her tits were right there and he just need to taste them, but not yet. She pressed them closer, kissing the top of his forehead too.

“I wonder Eddie… how would you fuck me?” She returned to her upright position, unable to hold back her gleeful laughter when she saw the love sick grin.

He couldn’t muster up any words, except for her name. Gingerly squeezing her thighs as his mind roamed from eternal yearning to instant gratification. Eddie was smiling, but deep down he wanted Chrissy in more ways than one. Whether if he had the stamina and patience to do it, well those matters didn’t really cross his mind. As for Chrissy, she was more than pleased with her work. She was ready and so was he.

Her smile vanished, her face neutral as she addressed him, “Eddie?”

He appeared and sounded matter-of-fact too, “Yes?”

Chrissy nervously tugged at her skirt, even when her voice sounded serious. “Show me.”

Eddie stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her over to the wall. He towered over the powerful woman, his hands slithering up to push up the bright green material until he was met with the complete ensemble of her bra and panties. Soft, bright, frilly, and so enticing. The last piece that she removed was her scrunchie, her long locks resting upon her shoulders. She cradled his eager face, looking deeply into those empty eyes of his. All he could think about was her. All he wanted was her. Nothing else mattered to him, except of course for Chrissy. He offered her one single kiss, long and loving, blessing her neck as well.

“Ooh, Eddie… oh Eddie…” she cooed, suddenly gasping as he curled the centerpiece of her panties and pulled it up between her labia. "Eddie!"

The wedged feeling of her underwear caused her to whimper, a louder moan coming from her when he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. Grasping tightly at his leather jacket while he pressed and circled the bundle of sensitive skin like that. His lips continued to shower her neck in kisses, so soft and gentle just like how he spoke to her. Eddie could tell that she was enjoying herself, and the fun had only just begun.

He removed his hand and examined the flushed glow across her cheeks, such a pretty color for such a lovely lady. She had to keep herself from falling too quickly into his touch, she knew that was next to impossible. Eddie lasciviously growled when he pulled at the band of her panties for good measure, the sound of the snapping against her skin made his cock twitch. His tongue found the hollow of her throat, savoring the heat and taste of her flesh as he followed a trail up to her mouth. Plump lips puckering up for another smooch, his tongue slithering its way between her lips, rotating and trapping her tongue. His big hands palmed at her small breasts, their wet appendages battling one another as he gently pinched her concealed teats between forefingers and thumbs. Chrissy could feel the growing slick wetness staining her undergarments, proceeding to tightly clench her thighs. Chrissy couldn't fall into his trap, not yet. Oh please let her hold on, she wanted to keep enjoying this while she could still have the ability to stand up. In the end she was a goner, she knew it to be true and she was certainly going to love it.

A single sliver of moistened saliva still kept them connected, dripping down her skin and into one of the cups of her bra. It was as pink as the blush across her face. Her nipples looked delectable beneath the material, moving it aside and wriggling his tongue out to sample the hard bud. She grabbed at his wavy curls, arching her chest up so that she could get more of her skin in his mouth. His slightly calloused fingers searched for the hooks that kept the contraption in place. Miraculously he managed to do it in one go, someone has clearly been practicing. Chrissy gasped when he lifted her up and sat her down on the bench. The metal felt so cold beneath her heated rump, the slightly cool air doing very little to conceal her hardened nipples. The only thing to balance out the stark difference in temperatures were Eddie’s mouth and hands. Chrissy bit down on her lip, watching the boy that she loved so dearly get on his knees and offer her wet, open mouth kisses along the curvature of her breasts; fingers continuing to dial and tug at her pink nipples. She moved aside his bangs, staring at the inviting pair of lips that pecked one and then the other. Separating just a bit to blow cold air onto the right one, while his thumb circled the left one.

“Eddie, Eddie... please…”

He knew what she wanted, but he had to hear it. He spoke to her the same way he commanded his club, "Tell me what you want."

Chrissy moved back some of his long locks behind his ears, gulping before offering her answer, "Please suck my nipples."

His eyes stared up, never breaking contact when his pink tongue lapped at her. Slowly and carefully following the shape of her areola, flicking the pointed tip with the end of his appendage. Carefully wrapping his mouth around it, suckling on it slowly and sweetly. His wet lips pulling and prodding her sensitive nipple, closing his eyes as he kept to a steady rhythm. His free hand drifting to her other breast, cradling the small mound in his palm, pushing her second nipple in and then flicking it free. The sounds and sensations of that wet mouth made her pussy pulsate, a pleasant tingling rushing up her spine when he hummed against it. He released her with a loud and wet pop, giving her a playful squeeze and taking her back again. Doing this a few more times and adoring how she squirmed and groaned, kissing across her chest to take the other one between his lips and doing it all over again. She loved how attentive he was, he was talented to say the least. Of course there was certainly more to come, after all this was just the vocal warm up.

Chrissy spread her legs nice and wide, breathing lightly from her nostrils as she gave her upper body a little shimmy. Eddie's attention was on the forbidden fruit between those lovely legs, pupils heavily dilated as he grabbed the garments with his teeth. Letting out a deliciously ferocious growl while pulling them down, quickly storing them into his pocket. Fingertips slid all over her, attempting to memorize the shape of her mons pubis and labia; the wiry hairs lightly scratched and tickled the tips. His ringed fingers carefully stroking the moistened pair of lower lips, so hot and so wet to the touch. Chrissy squealed as she pushed up her hips, demanding more from him with her eyes. All he had to do was spread her labia, barely pumping in one finger past the first knuckle.

“Eddie! Eddie more!” She begged, unable to keep up her facade.

He was her servant, ready to carry out her wishes. Letting her fall deeper into ecstasy all while he slowly pushed more of his single digit inside of her. That was especially true when he added in a second finger and curled them inside of her, touching her at just the right place. Eddie’s rings felt so cold along her sensitive skin. Chrissy was about to scream, but the sudden sensation of his thumb massaging her clitoris caused her lose her voice for a moment.

He whispered against her belly, “Lift up your leg sweetheart. Yeah just like that.”

Chrissy grasped at her skirt, fidgeting with the material as she watched the bundle of curls bounce and shake. Eddie kept her wide open as he fucked her with his tongue, sliding his flexible appendage swiftly and quickly. When he held up her leg, it was as if he found a new spot that further intensified the rush within her. She made a note to herself to remember to try this again with other moves, but that would be for another time. For now she closed her eyes and let those cotton candy colored lips hold onto her labia, sucking on it the same way he did with her tits just moments ago. His vision was shrouded by her soft curls and green skirt, moving the clothing aside so he could witness the most amazing sight his eyes have ever seen. She was practically glowing, the light from her intensifying when he wrapped her clitoris up between his puffy lips, sucking on it slowly and listening to the way she screamed. She was quite pleased with the way his thick decorated fingers pushed and curled against her hot walls. Chrissy was unable to find the words to tell him how amazing this was for her. All she could do was push down on his digits, tightening up around him with every movement of her body. Her voice echoed in the gymnasium, bouncing off of the walls and reaching back down into his ears. The very sound of his busy fingers practically reached the other end of the building, getting even louder when he removed and thrust right back in. Coating him in the most delectable nectar that only she was capable of creating.

Thank god everyone was gone. Quite frankly the last thing this town needed to know was the that the metal head freak was going down on a cheerleader. Chrissy tightly shut her eyes, her fingers seizing his curls as her one and only went back and forth between suctioning on her clit and indulging her pussy. Squeezing his face harshly between her thighs, feeling another wave of incredible pleasure washing over her. Eddie was trapped by her, if he didn’t have to worry about breathing or possibly drowning he would have happily stayed there. He grabbed and squeezed her leg three times, that was their signal.

She freed him, voice filled with worry, “Eddie are you okay?”

His face was a terrible mess, skin glowing all shades of red; his nose, lips and, chin glistening in her essence. His pupils had completely overshadowed his mischievous and playful brown eyes.; that eagerness was especially true when he smiled. She couldn’t hide her slightly embarrassed grin, Eddie was the kind of person that let her feel truly safe and free. The words, “You’re a freak,” rang truer than he or she could have ever realized.

Suddenly both of her legs were held up, diving right back down to taste her once more. Eddie was still feeling famished and only her personal delicacy could satisfy his massivce appetite. Lapping and whipping away at her labia majora and minora while Chrissy’s mewls filled his ears as his tongue filled her hole.

Finally the words came out, “Oh fuck! Eddie! EDDIE!”

There was nothing grab onto except the luscious head of long and beautiful curls. Looking down and watching how that long pink tongue of his sculpted her. Delving deeper into her weeping flower, gathering up as much of her essence that he could. Flattening his tongue so that he could cover as much ground as he could before returning back to circling her clitoris. Taking it between his puckered lips and sucking on it with gentle and precise motions. Chrissy’s mind couldn’t find anything to focus on, even as her boyfriend feasted on her. Her mind was becoming as empty as his, say for the one thing that they both wanted: Sex. Sex in his bedroom was soft and sweet. Sex in the van was adventurous as they could drive anywhere in and out of Hawkins. Sex at school was risky and that thrill was what made this endeavor all the more exciting. They did it once after Hellfire Club ended, now they were in Chrissy’s domain.

Eddie’s grip on her legs softened up, carefully placing them back down. The bench and bottom portion of her skirt were soaked, much like the lower half of his face. Chrissy looked so beautiful: Locks of bright hair sticking to her forehead, skin so warm to the touch, blotched marks that will soon develop into hickies, and her face so blissed out she appeared as if she were floating in another realm. Eddie couldn’t tease her any longer, opting to help her down and hold her in his lap.

He slowly rocked her, pecking the top of her forehead, “You’re doing amazing sweetheart.”

All she could give him was a weak smile before she nuzzled into his neck, “Eddie… Eddie…”

He felt terrible for making her endure that for so long, and on a bench no less. “Come on, let’s go home.”

She whined against his skin, hand sliding down to feel that impossibly hard imprint, “No, I want more.”

Eddie let out a hot puff of air, trying to find the ability to reason with her, but she was persistent. Proceeding to lay him flat on the cold floor, unzipping and then pulling his jeans off by the loops. She squealed at the sight of his lovely cock, the color and shape always made her mouth water. There was no hesitation on her part, she wrapped him up between her lips and even flashed a quick smile before blowing him. His brain practically short circuited at the glorious sight.

Blush pink lips motioned all over his pulsating member, taking in as much as her throat would allow. Hollowing her cheeks while her hand focused on the remaining lower section. Squeezing and teasing with tongue and fingers, cradling his heaving sack. Thumbs following the shape like she was feeling for a special prize in a party bag. Chrissy's vibrating hums made his very sensitive shaft violently shake to the point where he could end up finishing right then and there in her throat.

"F-Fuck! Chrissy! Babe!" He grabbed her locks and quickly pulled her off, her sickly sweet smile made him both so turned on and so frightened. "Chrissy, can't hold on... SHIT!"

She was too preoccupied and having a little too much fun lathering the head of his drizzling cock with the tip of her tongue. That wicked smirk of hers came back as she teased him.

He harshly pulled on her hair causing her head to jerk back, the pain and the action itself causing her to moan. He attempted to sound serious, but he was just as desperate as her; perhaps even more so. "Chrissy stop, I'm going to fucking explode!"

Deep down she knew that he wasn't speaking out of anger, just out of lust. He needed her now and he needed her badly. Chrissy gave him the sweetest little pout, batting her eyelashes as she spoke, "I'm sorry Eddie."

It worked. It worked every single time, "It's okay baby, I'm sorry for yelling." He released her strawberry blonde locks, holding her blushing face, chuckling when she kissed his palm. "Chrissy, my love."

She sat up and helped him out of his leather jacket and Hellfire shirt, fingers tracing the rotting corpse and black widow etched just above his pectoral. Kissing the remaining ones on his right arm. They both looked so ethereal under the light of the moon, eyes and lips inviting the other to partake in the intimate dance of their love. They shared one more kiss before Chrissy laid down on her back. She was taken aback when he removed the messed up skirt. The fantasy was over, it wasn't about the freak screwing the cheerleader anymore. Now it was all about two lonely people who needed each other. Who loved and cherished every moment and would be ready to handle whatever life threw their way. Right now neither of them thought about the future or even what tomorrow would bring. All they needed was each other.

Chrissy wrapped her legs around Eddie, nibbling her lower lip when he sheathed himself in. Rocking his hips at a careful pace, although that wouldn't last knowing how close he was to finishing. He closed the gap between them after she enveloped her arms around his neck. Their bodies were tired, but their spirits were still willing. Hardly any words were shared, aside from saying the other's name in between groans and huffs. The gym felt so cold, yet their shared body heat kept them warm. Two sets of lips collided, she arched up her hips as he pounded into her. The two of them held on for as long as they could until they could no longer anymore. They broke the seal of their shared kiss, ocean blue and earth brown stared deeply and longingly at each other. Eddie and Chrissy let themselves bask in the everlasting glow of their tryst, their smiles emerging. He rolled over and placed her head upon his chest, reaching out to grab his nearby jacket and drape it upon her like a blanket. She appeared so incandescently happy and so exhausted, she was more than ready to let sleep take her away.

By the time she woke up, she found herself in the passenger seat of Eddie's van. She looked down and noted how an actual blanket was wrapped around her. She still had his leather jacket on.

"Eddie?" She yawned.

"Hello princess," he whispered. "Didn't expect you to wake up until tomorrow morning." He took a drag of his freshly lit cigarette, blowing out the gray smoke through his nostrils. "We'll be at the trailer park soon Oh, and I uh... I put all of your clothes in that duffel bag back there. Don't worry, I'll put it in the wash as soon as we get home."

Eddie either forgot about or didn't expect one of the speed humps, the motion caused the old glove compartment to open up. The cream colored envelope with his name on it tumbled out and so did the photographs. Chrissy bent down to look over her little project, chuckling at how ridiculous she appeared.

"If you're planning on hiding these here, you might need to find a better spot Eddie," she playfully quipped.

He couldn't hide his embarrassment, he just simply nodded. Still looking over these photos with a clearer mind caused him to wonder about something, "Chrissy, how did you manage to take those?"

She rolled her eyes at the one with the banana, before focusing on him, "Hmm? Oh, I had a little help."

His heart sank, "From who?"

Chrissy stashed the pictures back into the envelope. "Nancy and Robin, I..." She let out another yawn, this time it was much larger, "...I told them it was for someone special." One more yawn came, "Someone... real... special..."

Eddie's mind had to put those pieces together, visualizing what the set up must have been like. If that's how girls just want to have fun then let them. He turned to say something, but she was fast asleep this time for good; the pull of sleep took her away to dreamland. Eddie carried her inside and dressed her up in a band shirt and a clean pair of boxers when they arrived at the trailer. He pecked his sleeping angel before going back to grab their things. Chrissy couldn't have asked for a more wonderful person in her life. It was hard to believe how she and him had never revealed their true feelings for each other for so long. Still good things are truly worth waiting for.

[thrilling-oneway]

Hi, I saw you're doing an ask game! 3, 5 and 14 for saki?

3. her style of dress is described as retro or gyaru, so i tend to draw her with accessories and makeup to reflect that (ik she canonically wears makeup but it's not visible). she changes her hair ties based on the outfit but never plain ones - always colourful scrunchies or hair bobbles with pompoms or some plastic charms on them.

5.

Rainy Distance Saki you will always be famous. to me.

14. I like to think that she would write in to the magazines she read in hospital a lot. she still regularly sends letters in and you can probably track several years of her life from the ones that were published.

[yoomtahsgf]

if it will make up for it i have a very over the top glittery yoomtah painting i made and then stuck sequins and pompoms and magazine words and stuff all over that i'll be able to post when im out

[gothhabiba]

Hi! I don't know you but I also don't have any friends who knit and I just wanted to share some excitement from something I just discovered- have you by any chance seen the cover of the 27th issue of pompom magasine? Those cables! (and thanks for the lifeline reminder!)

hello anon. I love you. I think it is so funny that you phrased this as a question, as though there were any reasonable chance that I had already seen the cover of a particular issue of a particular volume of a particular knitting magazine published in winter of 2018. of course I hadn't.

these are the cables in question:

[ID: image of a light-skinned person with dark brown hair and bangs surrounded by flowers and greenery and wearing a teal knit sweater. the sweater has intricate cabling sort of resembling a Gothic window or roots, with several smaller cables splitting off and arching downwards from a central cable over the wearer's sternum. two smaller cables also arch upwards from the central point to curve over the wearer's collarbones. the spaces between some of the cables are patterned with textured knit diamonds. the central cabled motif is surrounded on either side and at the bottom with intricate, raised stripes. end ID]

wowwwwww. what a beautiful piece of work. I love things like this, that get away from the typical 'look' and aesthetic sensibility that you would expect from a medium (in this case, knitwear) and seem to arise from a fresh consideration of what the medium can actually do. thanks so much for sharing this!

[also the pattern is available as a ravelry download]

[dackeleinhorn]

I crocheted a wholeass HAT and it is very warm and silly!!! It started off as a pattern from a magazine, then I zoned out and made it too tall, so I went "fuck it, I'm making a Santa hat now" XD ft. trans flag and a fluffy pompom!

[godoreo27]

Moster high haunted X reader part 2

As we got to the next scene Draculaura was shaking off her wet pompoms and put them in her locker and (Name) was waiting for her but then out of nowhere Johnny spirit came up behind her and turned visible which scared her but not y/n because she saw it coming.

Draculaura: "AH oh."

Johny spirit: "Hey Draculaura, Hey (Name)"

(Name): "Hey Johnny."

Draculaura: "Johny spirit you scared me half to life."

Johny spirit: "Clawd just asked me to give these to you ghouls. He's got were-flees or something."

As Johny spirit says that he gives a Bouquet to both girls then the camera pans to Clawd as he's freaking out and scratching himself and screaming.

Clawd: "STAY AWAY I'M PROBABLY CONTAGIOUS.

And after that Draculaura and Y/n wave to clad with a frown and Clawd whimpers as he ways back then proceeds to scratch himself.

Draculaura: "Tell him thank you for the roses, seriously don't scare me like that."

Johny spirit: "Anyway, me and some of the other ghosts are going to float around the mall this afternoon you ghouls and Clawd are welcome to join us."

Draculaura: "I'll have to catch up with you I'm almost finished here."

And after that Johny spirit walks away with some ninety's music playing in the background.

Y/n: "I'm going to go me and Clawdeen must go talk to spectra call me if you need me okay love."

Draculaura: Ok.

Y/n kisses her cheek before flying away with the other ghost. After like two minutes of them being gone Draculaura hears some noises and gets a little suspicious as a ball of light flies past her.

Draculaura: "Hello is someone there."

As she says that the lights flicker a little

Draculaura: "Johny spirit is that you."

Draculaura: "Babe if it's you then cut it out its... not... funny."

Draculaura then closes her locker and tries to walk away, but the locker opens again.

Draculaura:" *gasp* I told you not to scare me."

She then closes her locker again and pushes it to make sure it's closed. After a second the locker door flew open and out came a tornado that threw Draculaura's stuff everywhere. Draculaura ran away but then stopped suddenly and went back to grab her lipstick but was spooked into running away.

That's not the only time Draculaura was being messed with but weirdly they never impacted her negatively, on purpose that is.

The next scene show student turning something in and other students sitting in their seats one of the students were Draculaura, but she looked to be reading a book but truthfully, she was looking at a magazine, but then the pages of the magazine flipped drastically to a certain outfit which the ghost apparently thought would look nice on Draculaura and Draculaura thought so too.

Draculaura: "totes."

After grabbing everyone's attention like that Draculaura slumped in her chair and pretended to read the big book. And finally, Draculaura waited till she as alone in the hallway and waited to see what would happen but hat she wasn't expecting was another tornado to come and restyle her hair but the tornado actually did a pretty good job. And that was all the misfit for today she seemed to have made it too lunch without any other changes.

Rochelle: Your hair looks claw-some Draculaura. How did you get it to do that.

Draculaura: hmm don't know you'll have to ask my ghost friend.

Serena: okay I don't remember doing it but apparently, I'm an amazing hair stylist.

Rochelle: Hmm (Name) then.

Draculaura: No, I uh- I said friend not girlfriend I think I'm being haunted.

Twila: Are you sure.

And after Twila said that Draculaura's fork with a carrot on it tried to fly into her mouth.

Draculaura: Uh ya pretty sure.

Rochelle: Serena, you too are half ghost do you know anything about hauntings.

Serena: hmm my grandmother said you can get rid of them by holding your breath.

Draculaura then proceeds to hold her breath.

Serena: Or maybe that was for hiccups.

And Draculaura proceeds to let out that breath.

Twila: Maybe we should go talk to another ghost about this.As we got to the next scene Draculaura was shaking off her wet pompoms and put them in her locker and (Name) was waiting for her but then out of nowhere Johnny spirit came up behind her and turned visible which scared her but not y/n because she saw it coming.

Draculaura: "AH oh."

Johny spirit: "Hey Draculaura, Hey (Name)"

(Name): "Hey Johnny."

Draculaura: "Johny spirit you scared me half to life."

Johny spirit: "Clawd just asked me to give these to you ghouls. He's got were-flees or something."

As Johny spirit says that he gives a Bouquet to both girls then the camera pans to Clawd as he's freaking out and scratching himself and screaming.

Clawd: "STAY AWAY I'M PROBABLY CONTAGIOUS."

And after that Draculaura and Y/n wave to clad with a frown and Clawd whimpers as he ways back then proceeds to scratch himself.

Draculaura: "Tell him thank you for the roses, seriously don't scare me like that."

Johny spirit: "Anyway, me and some of the other ghosts are going to float around the mall this afternoon you ghouls and Clawd are welcome to join us."

Draculaura: "I'll have to catch up with you I'm almost finished here."

And after that Johny spirit walks away with some ninety's music playing in the background.

Y/n: "I'm going to go me and Clawdeen must go talk to spectra call me if you need me okay love."

Draculaura: "Ok."

Y/n kisses her cheek before flying away with the other ghost. After like two minutes of them being gone Draculaura hears some noises and gets a little suspicious as a ball of light flies past her.

Draculaura: "Hello is someone there."

As she says that the lights flicker a little

Draculaura: "Johny spirit is that you."

Draculaura: "babe if it's you then cut it out its... not... funny."

Draculaura then closes her locker and tries to walk away, but the locker opens again.

Draculaura: "*gasp* I told you not to scare me."

She then closes her locker again and pushes it to make sure it's closed. After a second the locker door flew open and out came a tornado that threw Draculaura's stuff everywhere. Draculaura ran away but then stopped suddenly and went back to grab her lipstick but was spooked into running away.

That's not the only time Draculaura was being messed with but weirdly they never impacted her negatively, on purpose that is.

The next scene show student turning something in and other students sitting in their seats one of the students were Draculaura, but she looked to be reading a book but truthfully, she was looking at a magazine, but then the pages of the magazine flipped drastically to a certain outfit which the ghost apparently thought would look nice on Draculaura and Draculaura thought so too.

Draculaura: "totes."

After grabbing everyone's attention like that Draculaura slumped in her chair and pretended to read the big book. And finally, Draculaura waited till she as alone in the hallway and waited to see what would happen but hat she wasn't expecting was another tornado to come and restyle her hair but the tornado actually did a pretty good job. And that was all the misfit for today she seemed to have made it too lunch without any other changes.

Rochelle: "Your hair looks claw-some Draculaura. How did you get it to do that."

Draculaura: "Hmm don't know you'll have to ask my ghost friend."

Serena: "Okay I don't remember doing it but apparently, I'm an amazing hair stylist."

Rochelle: "Hmm (Name) then."

Draculaura: "No, I uh- and I she said friend not girlfriend I think I'm being haunted."

Twila: "Are you sure."

And after Twila said that Draculaura's fork with a carrot on it tried to fly into her mouth.

Draculaura: "Uh ya pretty sure."

Rochelle: "Serena, you too are half ghost do you know anything about hauntings."

Serena: "Hmm my grandmother said you can get rid of them by holding your breath."

Draculaura then proceeds to hold her breath.

Serena: "Or maybe that was for hiccups."

And Draculaura proceeds to let out that breath.

Twila: "Maybe we should go talk to another ghost about this."

TO BE CONTINUED

So, I decided that I was going to try and continue, but at the end of the day I have no idea what is going to come up but still I can do all of the monster high movies because summer break is coming up soon which Is a great opportunity to write more. 1371 words

[katasstrophy]

river!!!!! LOOK ASKSLDLSJA can u believe these funny ass dogs are actually a proper breed . . . a proper jumpscare when it popped up on my feed 😭 that means rin cld have not one, but a whole ass pack of these raggedy looking ankle biters to take w him on his morning runs v_v

zari when i tell you i fucking SCREAMED OMFG what a throwback… and raggedy looking ankle biters PLSS IM GONNA PISS MYSELF LMAOOO

no but you’re so right he so would have a whole pack of these funky fresh doggos change my mind u can’t it’s canon!!!! you’d think the classic saying that dogs resemble their owners could not be applicable whatsoever to this situation — and okay true dog and owner don’t look alike — but all you have to do is spend twenty minutes together in their presence to be like “oh okay his sons are just as pissy as rin is” LMAO don’t let the not-a-thought-behind-those-eyes face fool you!!!

can u imagine… the morning runs PLSSSSSS i am hollering it is such an Ordeal™ every time. rin gets up for his jogs at like the ass crack of dawn but these fuckers are ready to go with him as soon as he’s up. so if you happen to be unfortunate enough to be scheduled for an early shift that morning and run into this,, stoic ass man jogging down the sidewalk trailed by like 5 of these pompom balls with legs (literally the guy becomes an unwilling father after accidentally adopting 20 kids trope help) you are in for a SIGHT dying over this it will sure as hell wake u up if not make you spit out your coffee. every magazine ever is willing to pay ungodly amounts of money for a shot of rin with the dogs it def goes viral at one point.

[crossover-enthusiast]

imagine: an anime that's episodes are all different video games/webcomics. each episode is like an episode of if a different game/webcomic was an anime. the name would be smth similar to nintendo power but not exactly (copyright reasons) because nintendo power magazine used to be where some new games and cheatcodes were found.

and when i say video games and webcomics i mean one episode is mouthwashing, the other homestuck act 4, the next deltarune, then pompom, then hollow knight, a hat in time... and so on and so forth. some games and webcomics get fanmade anime openings, and fewer get fan-animated episodes, and even fewer official episodes, so why not have an anime with a bunch of indie game episodes and webcomic episodes. some games/comics could even get more than one episode.

thoughts?

Wait this would be SO cool actually I dig this

[andromedasummer]

reading through the few pompom magazines they have at the library and FUUUCK im so sad they ended up going bust. absolutely wonderful magazines that made an effort to use bipoc and transgender models and designers and featured genuinely interesting and fashionable patterns including such cool techniques like brioche and shadow knitting and intarsia