#stylish lady pink

[prismstonearchives]

スタイリッシュレディピンク - Stylish Lady Pink

[starleska]

alright i know you guys have come to expect nothing but the highest calibre of incomprehensible character crushes from me but am i allowed a little crush on Velvette? bc she's really cute 😳👉👈

[amvpk01]

PATHETIC YANDERE

unwanted obsession

when obsession goes beyond admiration, it turns into repulsion and the search for love becomes a path of rejection.

cw: f!reader, non-con, obsession, rejection, violence, stalking, humiliation, kidnapping, manipulation, murder

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Can you imagine someone who is completely useless at everything they do? There's no such thing as good grades, good looks, popularity, or even a good personality. He was a complete shit and he knew it.

It was just another day of him going to school, doing assignments that most of the time the teacher would point out were wrong just to embarrass him in front of the class or that the handwriting was illegible, talking to his pathetic friends just like him, buying something in the canteen and sitting on the benches to eat and look around judging the people.

It was Thursday so it was more crowded than the other days, some familiar faces and others not so much, but someone on the other side of the courtyard surprised him.

A girl with h/c hair and e/c eyes, a pretty face, and a sexy body.

He wondered how someone as beautiful and charming as that could exist. Were you new to the school or did he just not notice you before?

"-Are you there? Dude?? Hello?! Are you listening to me you piece-"

"Calm down bro-"

"Her name?" He interrupted his friends.

"Uh- Who?"

"Pink shirt." The friends looked at the aforementioned girl.

"Don't know, but Giovanna's talking to her, maybe you can ask?"

"...I thought I'd die before I saw you like a girl!"

"Quiet! So fucking noisy. What if she heard you?!"

"Don't worry. It's just that it always crossed my mind that you would be... you know, gay?"

He didn't mind the homophobic comments or the pats on the back along with the laughter of his friends. All that went through his mind was how he was going to get close to you.

You couldn't help but admire your purple nails that matched your fit. It was already a habit of yours to match clothes along with accessories and painted nails. No matter the occasion, you'll ALWAYS be pretty and stylish.

"[Name]?" You looked in the direction of the voice.

"Hi, Gigi! You good?" Noticing her face made you worried. "What's wrong?"

"Well, do you know about some guy who texted you yesterday?"

"Huh, no? All my notifications are off."

"Looks like some guy from my class keeps saying you're ghosting him on DM."

"Oh. My bad, it was not my intention. I think I'll see about that later." You wondered what that guy wanted to talk about. Maybe was someone you already know?

He couldn't believe it that you didn't block him. He thought you had ghosted him but it was just a misunderstanding?!?

'Thanks God... Now I need to talk with her.'

It's been a few weeks since he had the courage and ask you to talk. Every day you exchanged greetings and had long talks that were mostly started by him. You tried to find him attractive or like his personality but nothing worked. Maybe because you already knew his intentions?

But there's something that has been bothering you. Maybe it's just your mind trying to delude you but you swear that someone's stalking you.

And your instinct is telling you that's him even though you don't have proof. You did see a lot of pictures of you on his phone but didn't think he would start to follow you on your way home.

So today you're gonna find out if it's him or not!

You made your usual way home, but you diverted your path to another street that had more shops. Your stalker follows behind you, his face all covered by a stupid black mask and sunglasses.

Maybe you should enter the first shop that you see to know if he would enter too?

Without wasting time, you run into a lingerie store and try to hide further into the store. The stranger only realized the type of store when he put one foot inside, his covered face flushed with embarrassment, and then decided to wait for you outside.

'Damnit! He didn't enter?!' Your thoughts were pure anger and disappointment but vanished when some lady came asking for what type of lingerie you were searching for. Then you got why he didn't.

'NO. NO. NO. NO. JUST NO. DON'T TELL ME SHE'S BUYING LINGERIE TO USE WITH SOMEONE ELSE! SHE SAID SHE HAD NO BOYFRIEND. BUT WHAT IF SHE'S SEEING SOMEONE?!?' He started hyperventilating and his disguise was only making his breathing worse.

After waiting 5 minutes, you come out with a bag in your hands and then speed up your walk. He couldn't lose you from his sight. In his point of view, he was protecting you.

You surely have been running fast, are you embarrassed by someone seeing you in this type of store?

FUCK, DID HE JUST LOST YOU?!??

Surely he saw you walking around that corner-

Oh no...

It feels like you're leaning against the wall just waiting for him. In a fast move, you pulled away his mask. Not being able to hide your disgusted face.

"...What the fuck?"

"Wait- I-I can explain!! It's j-just a misunderstanding! I s-swear! Please, let me-"

"...That's so fucking creepy dude...

If I knew you were like this, I would just ignore you from the start...

Maybe I shouldn't listen to my friends."

He was disturbed that he didn't mind you running away from that place. How could he be so dumb to fall for such a trick? Now, you won't ever talk to him again. Just the fact that he scared you hurt him so much.

You were so kind and pure to him like an angel, and he felt like a demon knowing that you would never want to see him again.

A week has passed since the incident, and he hasn't gone to school, much less left the house. He didn't dare to even see you. Your disgusted face was already haunting him but there's something that he didn't notice before.

'Maybe I shouldn't listen to my friends.'

What did you mean by that? Did your friends tell you about him or something? His phone was getting many notifications, then he decided to pick it up.

A party? Seriously? He wasn't in the mood for this, but locking himself in his home isn't going to make anything better.

He hopes that you go too so he can apologize for his past behavior.

In his own way.

You were relieved, there was no sight of him in school. Mostly like he was who was hiding and not you. You didn't know if he ever felt sorry, after all, you blocked him from everything leaving him with no opportunity to speak and you didn't see him everywhere. Thanks God.

But nothing more than a wonderful party to raise your mood.

If you only know what would happen after this.

part 2 (in progress)

[mercillery]

Would you be opposed to writing for silly Kirschie? The Vermillion flower boy grew on me 🌸 (relationship overview?)

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: My life changed in 92722928 different ways when I found out he existed. Sorry this took so long, anon. ❤️‍🩹

From the moment he realizes he's in love with you, buckle up—you're about to be placed on a pedestal so high, even a magic knight would struggle to reach it. Kirsch isn’t just falling in love; he’s having a whole opera performed in his head about how you, the most divine being to ever exist, were handcrafted by angels of heaven themselves purely as a reward for him. It’s like he believes the heavens saw how gorgeous he was and decided, "You know what? Let’s give him someone who’s equally perfect." He’ll shower you with compliments so extravagant, even the word “flattery” would feel modest. It’s like living in a Shakespearean play where the soliloquies never stop—and they're all about how radiant you are.

And just when you think it’s impossible for him to love anything more than his own reflection, guess what? He proves you wrong. Sure, he’ll talk about his own beauty—it’s Kirsch, after all—but he’s just as obsessed with promoting your looks. In fact, he might be too busy singing your praises to even get through a sentence about himself. Think of it this way: if Kirsch is the president of his own fan club, you’re the vice president—except he’s trying to hand over the entire operation to you because in his eyes, you’re the real star.

Every little action you take is glorified like you’re performing on a royal stage, and Kirsch is your most dedicated and vocal audience member. You could be doing something as simple as picking a flower, and suddenly it’s as if you’re creating a masterpiece worthy of a gallery exhibit. Kirsch will dramatically place a hand over his heart, swooning, and launch into a full-on poetic monologue about how “only the most delicate hands could possibly pluck nature’s finest creation with such grace!” It’s like living with your own personal hype man who’s constantly stuck in an emotional art film.

You could be doing something very simple as tying your shoe, and he’d still manage to make it sound like you’re unraveling the mysteries of the universe with unparalleled elegance. “The way you loop those laces… such precision! Such finesse! I’ve never witnessed anything so perfectly executed.” It’s hard to ever feel mundane or average when Kirsch is around because, to him, you’re not just special—you’re a walking masterpiece of elegance and grace, even when you’re just, you know, pouring a glass of water.

Kirsch spares no expense when it comes to showering you with luxurious gifts—it’s basically his love language, except it’s less about words and more about drowning you in pink roses and glittering jewels. Expect hand-picked bouquets that look like they were arranged by angels themselves (or, more accurately, arranged to match his aesthetic), ornate jewelry that would make royalty jealous, and customized clothing that screams opulence. He’ll insist that only the finest silks and rarest gems should even dare touch your skin, and honestly, he’s not taking "no" for an answer. If you thought you could casually slip out of the house in a simple outfit to run errands, think again.

This man will have you looking like you’re about to walk the runway��even if you're just going to the corner store for some milk. It’s like living in that one meme: “Bye, I’m going to [insert mundane place here]!” and then the other person says, “Not dressed like that you aren’t young lady!” And then the other person who was leaving changes into way more stylish clothing, to which the other person says “Yesss queen slayyy!!” Like, that meme is your relationship in a nutshell—any time you leave the house, there’s a full-on wardrobe transformation sequence where Kirsch has you dazzling like the spotlight was meant just for you. If you don’t get the reference, I’ll leave the meme at the very bottom of this post lol.

Also, after Kirsch is done, it’s not just you stealing the spotlight—you’re taking the whole stage. You’re over there trying to buy groceries, and suddenly people are stopping mid-aisle, jaws dropping, as if you’re about to give an acceptance speech for “Best Dressed at the Supermarket.”

He’s quite literally the epitome of romanticism, the guy who watched one too many telenovelas and said, “Challenge accepted.” He’s like those super-dramatic, lovestruck characters you see in Spanish soap operas—the ones who stand in the rain delivering heartfelt speeches while violins play in the background—except, well… it’s Kirsch, and he’s probably not going to get his hair wet. But honestly? It’s so Kirsch to be that extra. One speech from him and you’re already a flustered, blushing mess. It’s like he’s got this magical power to turn even the most casual compliments into an event. “Your eyes, my love—they sparkle brighter than the heavens themselves!” Cue the swooning.

But oh, it doesn’t stop there. Kirsch is the guy who writes you long, poetic love letters that read like something from the Romantic Era—and we’re talking full-on sonnets. There’s probably at least one mention of you being the moon to his sun, the stars in his sky, or something equally dramatic. He’ll hand-deliver it to you with a flourish, as if he’s presenting you with the Holy Grail.

And if you think that’s over the top, just wait for the serenades. He’ll burst into a room or most likely a public space and then dramatically place a hand on his chest, and declare his love as if he’s performing for an audience. He’s got metaphors comparing your beauty to the brilliance of nature, the stars, the sun, and whatever else sounds poetic in the moment. Honestly, at this point, you might be wondering if Shakespeare himself reincarnated as Kirsch Vermillion just to write you flowery declarations of love. Actually, scratch that—Shakespeare has NOTHING on Kirsch. 🤞

Kirsch’s vanity is the stuff of legends—everyone knows it, and if you didn’t before, you will once you’re in a relationship with him. His confidence is so big, it practically has its own gravitational pull, and yes, it’s going to extend into your relationship in the most hilariously Kirsch-like ways. He’ll often look at you with that dazzling smile of his and say, “My love, how fortunate you are to be with someone as magnificent as me!” But don’t worry—he’s not just here to inflate his own ego. Oh no, Kirsch is very generous when it comes to dishing out compliments. He’ll stroke both your egos at once, like some kind of mutual admiration society where you’re the president, and he’s the very enthusiastic vice president…

Obviously his ego is absolutely massive, but as his partner, you’ll never feel left out. Kirsch will make sure you know that while he is obviously perfection, you’re right there with him at the top. “Together, we are the Clover Kingdom’s most beautiful couple,” he’ll say, with complete sincerity, as if it’s a universally accepted fact. He genuinely believes that when people see the two of you, they stop in awe, blinded by the sheer radiance of your combined beauty. If there ever was a "Most Beautiful Couple" contest in the Clover Kingdom, you’d better believe Kirsch is signing you both up and personally ensuring that you win first place. Just don’t be surprised if he asks you to practice your “winning couple’s wave” in front of a mirror—you know, for when you accept the award you’ve already won in his mind.

The only real downside I can think of when it comes to dating Kirsch is his self-obsession. I know I just said he’s great at praising both himself and you, but let’s be honest—his self-love can be a bit… much. It’s the kind of thing that could make anyone, even you, feel like you’re dating a walking, talking mirror. His obsession with his own beauty can be borderline unbearable at times, but that’s where you come in! As his partner, you’ve basically become a pro at balancing things out—playfully stroking his ego to keep him smiling, but also grounding him when he starts floating off into the stratosphere of his own vanity.

And surprisingly? Kirsch really values your opinion. Sure, he’s as arrogant as they come, but if you point out something he needs to work on, he’ll listen—though maybe with a reluctant sigh or two, and definitely after a couple of gentle nudges. It’s like he’s internally grappling with the idea that there’s even the slightest thing about him that could improve. But because it’s coming from you, he’ll eventually try to make an effort. Just don’t expect a miracle overnight—Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither was Kirsch’s ego.

That being said, he’s always seeking your validation, constantly fishing for compliments like it’s his favorite hobby. You’ll often catch him asking, “Am I not the most handsome nobleman in the land?” And now, you have two options: humor him and bask in his beaming smile as he revels in your agreement, or find a playful way to respond while reminding him not to get too carried away. Maybe something like, “Yes, dear, but let’s not forget that modesty is also a virtue,” or “Of course you are, but you know, some of us are trying to look good too!” Either way, you’ve become the master at handling his vanity without letting it completely take over—keeping him in check while still letting him feel like the nobleman he so deeply believes he is. <3

Kirsch’s affection is like a hurricane of love—you’re constantly in the eye of the storm, surrounded by his attention, compliments, and a never-ending desire to be near you. He’ll find any excuse to touch you, whether it’s holding hands, brushing a strand of hair from your face, or simply sitting as close as humanly possible, just so you’re both basking in his glorious presence—oh, and yours too, of course. He’ll make sure you’re soaking in all the benefits of being with him, but not without returning the favor by idolizing you in the process. However, it can get a little intense, especially when Kirsch starts micromanaging your appearance in the name of "enhancing your perfection" or, even better, "shielding you from corruption," as if you’re about to be swayed by the forces of darkness just because one single piece of hair of yours is out of place. Yeah, he’s weird like that—but you love him anyway.

Sometimes, his overwhelming need to pamper you and monitor every little detail of your look can feel like you’re being smothered in pink velvet and rose petals—luxurious, but a little too much when all you wanted was a cozy shirt and pants kind of day. He’s that guy who will lovingly remind you that “a queen must always look the part,” even when all you’re doing is sitting on the couch for movie night. Sure, it’s Kirsch’s way of showing his love, but you may find yourself playfully wrestling the brush or mirror that he magically just spawned out of his hands every now and then.

If anyone even thinks about insulting or offending you, brace yourself—Kirsch’s attitude will switch faster than you can say “noble fury.” One minute he’s all smiles, the next, he’s making it his personal mission to obliterate whoever dared to sully your perfect image. And let’s be real, he’s not going to handle it quietly. Oh no, Kirsch will make sure everyone in a 10-mile radius knows just how deeply offended he is on your behalf. Expect a grand, dramatic scene that could rival any Clover Kingdom festival—he’ll probably stand up straight, flick his hair back, and give the most dramatic speech known to mankind.

Kirsch has no chill when it comes to defending your honor. It’s as if someone insulting you is the same as insulting him, and honestly, in his mind, it kind of is. You, his flawless partner, are an extension of his beauty, his life’s masterpiece, and if anyone dares to tarnish that image? Oh, they’re going to regret it. And I’m talking big time regret. He might throw in some lines about how they’ve dishonored the very concept of perfection, or that their words have caused irreparable damage to his delicate heart all the while clutching his chest like a damsel in distress. You’d think they insulted his reflection, not yours, with how over-the-top his reaction is.

In Kirsch’s eyes, an insult to you is an attack on everything—his pride, his love, his very existence. He’ll dramatically lament how this heinous act has affected his life in 927292179172 different ways, acting like this insult has personally struck him down. "How dare they! They have brought ruin upon us both!" And while, yes, the offense was aimed at you, it’s clear that the real victim here in Kirsch’s world, is him. Because anything that causes you distress ultimately causes him distress—and that simply cannot stand.

Kirsch has this innate drive to be the best, not just as a Magic Knight but also as your partner. He’s got a little scoreboard in his head, constantly comparing himself to others—even if they don’t know they’re in the competition—and always seeking your reassurance that he’s the best person for you. If he senses anyone might be trying to get your attention, even in the slightest, his competitive streak flares up like a wildfire.

But don’t expect Kirsch to get jealous in that quiet, brooding, “staring out the window dramatically” kind of way. No, Kirsch’s jealousy is far more... theatrical. Instead of sulking, he goes all in on proving that he’s the most elegant, refined, and capable man in your life. Picture him suddenly giving you a demonstration of his magic, casting the most intricate, glittering spell just to remind you how unmatched his beauty and skill are. Even if all you did was casually mention another Magic Knight in passing—“Oh, Finral was really helpful today”—Kirsch will immediately launch into a soliloquy about how they pale in comparison to his grace, his magic, and of course, his irresistible beauty.

He’ll say something like, “Ah, yes, Finral is skilled in his own... humble way. But does he possess the same elegance? The refined flair that only a nobleman such as myself could master? I think not!” And then he’ll probably strike some ridiculous, over-the-top pose as if he's modeling for a portrait. The funny part is that Kirsch is dead serious. He genuinely believes that nobody could possibly compare to him—and that includes everyone from your best friends to the Clover Kingdom’s most powerful Magic Knights. In his mind, he’s already won the “Most Perfect Partner” contest, but just in case you forgot, he’ll spend every waking moment reminding you of it.

As a noble, Kirsch takes his role with the utmost seriousness. He treats nobility like it’s an Olympic sport—and spoiler alert: he’s going for gold. Naturally, he wants you to be right there beside him, shining just as bright. So brace yourself, because he may or may not push you toward his ideal of refinement. You might be thinking, "What does that even mean?" Well, it means Kirsch is going to turn every casual moment into an impromptu finishing school lesson.

If your posture isn’t perfectly regal, don’t worry—Kirsch will swoop in to correct it with the finesse of someone adjusting a priceless vase. He’ll insist on teaching you courtly manners, giving little pointers on the best etiquette for high-society events. “No, no, darling, you must tilt your chin slightly more, like this. It’s all about grace!” It’s exhausting, yes, but Kirsch doesn’t do this to be condescending—he genuinely wants the two of you to be seen as the ultimate power couple, the absolute pinnacle of nobility. It’s like he’s on a personal mission to make sure when people talk about perfect couples, your names are at the top of the list with a spotlight and confetti.

And if you thought date night meant a quiet evening at home, think again. You’ll be expected to attend an endless stream of noble functions and events with him. Kirsch practically lives for these occasions, where he can parade you around in front of high society, beaming with pride. It’s like a red-carpet event every time. He’ll make sure everyone knows just how perfect and enviable your relationship is, always throwing in a few dramatic flourishes. “Isn’t my partner just the embodiment of grace and elegance?” he’ll say, loudly enough for the whole room to hear. Meanwhile, you’re standing there, trying not to not fall under pressure by how many eyes are set on you.

But here’s the thing—Kirsch can sometimes get a little too carried away. In his quest to maintain this flawless image, he might become overly picky or controlling, especially when it comes to appearances. Did you put the wrong fork on the wrong side of the plate at dinner? Oh no, here comes a mini lesson on the "true art" of table setting. It's not that he means to be overbearing, but sometimes his obsession with perfection takes the wheel, and suddenly you’re in a crash course for “How to Be a Noble 101.”

But that’s where you come in. You’re the only one who knows how to rein him in when he gets a bit too intense. With a playful nudge or a well-timed eye roll, you remind him that love is about more than just appearances. It’s about the two of you enjoying each other’s company, not putting on a show for everyone else. And despite his dramatic tendencies, Kirsch listens to you. He values your input, and even though it might take a little while for him to fully realize it, he does eventually see that his obsession with perfection isn’t what keeps your relationship strong—it’s the genuine love you share. And who knows, maybe you’ll get him to relax a little at the next noble event. Well, okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

For all his flair, dramatic speeches, and parade-worthy personality, Kirsch has a softer, more genuine side—one he saves just for you. Behind all the extravagance, there’s a tenderness that only comes out when it’s just the two of you. He loves running his fingers through your hair, each stroke so gentle and caring, it’s almost a surprise that this is the same Kirsch who acts like he’s starring in a romantic drama 24/7. His usual flamboyant energy takes a backseat to real, intimate affection, and you start to see a different side of him. This isn’t the Kirsch who’s commanding attention in a crowded ballroom or waxing poetic about his own reflection. This is the Kirsch who’s just…in love, quietly and sincerely.

And speaking of poetic, he’s surprisingly good at that too. Sure, his public displays of affection are often grandiose and over-the-top, but in these softer moments, he’s unexpectedly deep. He’ll share his thoughts with you about beauty, nature, and the way you make him feel, speaking with a calm, almost philosophical tone. He’s the type to sit beside you, gaze out at the stars, and talk about how the brilliance of the cosmos could never compare to your radiance. Yes, it sounds a little like something you’d find in a romance novel, but trust me—it’s the sincerity in his voice that makes it work. These are the moments where he’s not just admiring your outward beauty, but the deeper connection the two of you share, which is saying a lot for someone as obsessed with appearances as Kirsch.

When the night winds down, you’ll often find Kirsch falling asleep beside you, his arms wrapped around you in a protective yet tender embrace. It’s as if he never wants to let go, like holding you close is the only thing keeping him grounded. It’s here, in these quieter times, that you catch a glimpse of the real Kirsch—the man behind the glamour. The one who just wants to love and be loved, without the pomp, without the flair, without the need to constantly put on a show for the world. In these moments, all the outward bravado melts away, and you’re left with someone who, deep down, just wants to make sure you feel as cherished as he does. And despite all the showmanship, this side of him, this softer side, is just as real and just as beautiful.

Here’s the meme I was talking about. I couldn’t find the original one. Oops.

[quotergirl19]

I like the way the show is repurposing of a few of Penelope’s dresses from previous seasons, I expect the beginning of Penelope’s glow up is going to be that she simply stops wearing things that made her feel unattractive or ridiculous, as a way to boost her confidence.

Madame Delacroix did tell Penelope that a lady would never wear something that made her look ugly and we know Portia has only allowed Penelope a small number of dresses that weren’t yellow or that were more figure flattering.

So far we know that the green dress Penelope wore while visiting Marina and asking how she became with child is being repurposed:

And that loud, tacky floral spencer she wore over a pink dress season 1 is reused over a yellow dress in season 3.

Penelope will also eliminate excessive accessories like her hair bows.

She may continue her gradual glow up by repurposing some of her other more flattering dresses like these:

Which will lead up to her taking full control of her wardrobe and ending up in far more beautiful and stylish ensembles like this:

Do you have a favorite dress you’re hoping Penelope will repurpose?

[silverynight]

Hmm, something mundane and wholesome for Tanjiro in the Modern AUs?

Our burgundy long haired protagonist volunteers to have his hair styled and even fit with accessories from some lady friends like Mitsuri, Shinobu and Kanao?

After a couple of snapshots and stuff, they squeal at how wonderful he looks in the butterfly clips.

The guys walk into the room hearing the noise and weren’t expecting a stylish looking Tanjiro wearing those. Their hearts freeze up or beat faster, seeing that he looks more girly and pretty.

Tanjiro asks if they are sick or smth because each of their faces are pink to red.

The ladies facepalm or laugh lightheartedly.

They laugh because they already spent time making him pretty and they're amused by the male Pillars' reactions, but they understand them completely.

Tanjirou is too beautiful for his own good and if it was them seeing him for the first time without having an idea of how devastatingly gorgeous he'd end up looking, they would have acted just the same as the others.

[jaysficarchive]

The Girl With the Pink Bow

Synopsis: She catches a glimpse of their black uniforms embroidered with gold out of the restaurant's window. Motorcycles with loud engines passed by, most of the riders not paying attention to her. Except for one.

Relationship(s): Takashi Mitsuya/Momoka Oshiro (OC)

Misc: First time writing TR stuff in a long time. Wanted to write about the first time Momoka and Mitsuya met.

@peachyblkdemonslayer

Since coming to Tokyo, Momoka went through several experiences at once. She went to a new school, made new friends, and now lived with her grandmother. As much as she missed Kyoto, she found herself endeared to her new city.

Now sitting in a booth of the Paradise Grill restaurant, she scribbled away at a coloring book while humming. Satsumi, a friend from school, invited her and a few others over for lunch. Momoka really liked Satsumi. She was tough, caring, and an excellent cook.

"Hey, girl!"

Momoka looked up at Miyoko, Pearly, Rumiko, and the Sameyama sisters walking in. Their clothes varied; from Miyoko's more stylish, model off duty look to Rumiko's kenjutsu robes. She excitedly waved and invited them over to the booth.

"Hey! You guys made it!"

"I wouldn't miss lunch on Sumi for the world," Miyoko said, sliding next to the girl. "You should see her bentos. They're gifts from God."

As if on cue, Satsumi came strolling out, pushing a cart with plates of food in front of her. One of the perks of being a cook for your family's restaurant. "Lunch is served, ladies."

Momoka clapped her hands with joy. As she reached for her plate, a light flashed in the corner of her eye. Setting down the plate, she dug into a bit of the meal. While eating, she turned her head and saw the light coming closer, sounds of engines following behind. At that moment, she sees them. Satsumi's words from a fateful walk home echoed in the back of her subconscious.

"If you hear a bunch of motorcycles, look the other way. If you see a gold manji symbol, run. Run as fast and far as you can. Don't look back until you're safe."

She catches a glimpse of their black uniforms embroidered with gold out of the restaurant's window. Motorcycles with loud engines passed by, most of the riders not paying attention to her. Except for one. His hair was a silvery lilac and lavender eyes. A white sash tied behind his back. Both of them held each other's gazes for a minute. Then, he smiled at her before driving off.

Momoka blinked slowly, trying to process if what happened was real. Who was that? Why did he smile at her? She swore she'd seen his face before but couldn't remember where.

"Hello? You there?" Pearly waved her hand in the girl's face. "Sumi made all this delicious food and you've barely eaten it."

"Huh? Oh, sorry..." Momoka went back to her food, still thinking about the boy who smiled at her.

The face of the girl with the pink bow wouldn't leave Mitsuya's mind's eye. That bow, her curly hair, and her pink outfit made her look like the dolls his sisters played with. It was hard to believe she was real. She seemed so familiar.

"Who the hell were you smiling at, Mitsuya?" Draken, a tall young boy with a blonde ponytail, asked.

"No one," he replied. He hoped to see the beauty again. Maybe then he'd remember where he seen her.

[whumplump]

Content: vampire whump, religion, blindness, blood

The Angel King, chapter 2

Zaphir repeated the process for a few days. Visit the capital like someone who doesn't want anything; take the blood of a poor, inattentive person; and run away. And it worked.

He stopped at a leaflet stand and sat down next to a young woman in an ornate dress. She caught his attention. Her light hair and eyes; her sweet perfume, cinnamon scent. Their eyes met. The girl smiled at him. Maybe it was the new, fancier clothes he'd stolen from a victim the night before. Now, he looked a little less like a peasant.

"What's a young tourist doing here at this hour?" She asked in her calm, sweet voice.

"I must ask you the same question. A woman as beautiful as you..." he held the girl's hand and gave it a soft kiss. "Shouldn't be out here alone. Your beauty attracts men's attention. It's dangerous.”

The girl blushed and looked away, flattered.

“What is your name, my lady?” Zaphir asked.

“Calliope.”

He gave her a small nod. “Zaphir.”

He smiled and stood up, pulling the woman with him.

“Come on, my sweet Calliope. I'll take you to the flower shop. I will buy you a huge bouquet of the most expensive and beautiful roses, my cinnamon-scented lady.”

The two left hand in hand, like a couple in love. Zaphir walked to the woman's right, protecting her from the street where the carts were passing.

After his first trail, Siege had locked himself in his room. He buried his head in the pillow and cried for hours, repudiating the taste of blood in his mouth. He didn't want to participate in the killing. Let Zaphir go around making hell alone.

After a while, he couldn't cry anymore. Bursting into tears wouldn't solve anything. He had to accept it, as he would never become human again, but he would not be a bloodthirsty demon. He would live alone, even starve to death, if necessary.

He sat on the bed with his head down. A dull thud from the bedroom door startled him, almost making him fall out of bed. Coupled, a voice.

"Peasant."

Siege turned his head. Standing in front of the closed door was a short man with salmon-colored hair. The heavy bangs completely covered one eye and almost completely the other. A small white flower adorned his soft, silky hair. He was wearing a white shirt with a pink collar, covered by a loose red overcoat. Two long sashes fell to the height of the stomach, each with details sewn in gold. Around his neck, there was a chain with a silver crucifix. On the belt, several small chains and other silver crucifixes, giving the monochromatic black jeans a more stylish look. The man was not wearing shoes, and his feet were covered in some kind of black slime that burned the wooden floor underneath him.

Siege lost his breath. Something in his vampire instinct warned him that there was a threat right in front of him.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Metatron.” The man brought his hand to his chest. “I am the Angel King.”

Siege couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked several times. He stammered, trying to think of what to say. He said the first thing that came to mind.

“The— what… Angel? Angel King? Like— king of angels? An angel? You're an angel? What…”

The man laughed softly and rested his back against the door, with his hands in his pockets. "It's a little bit more complicated than that, peasant.”

The stranger spoke, but Siege noticed that Metatron wasn't looking at him. The man's head didn't even point in his direction. He was unfocused, in a relaxed and calm position.

Metatron was blind. The thick, heavy bangs left a patch of pale, dull iris, strangely golden, visible to Siege. The peasant deduced Metatron’s condition and wanted to take advantage of it.

"What do you want here?" he asked, getting up from the bed slowly, trying hard so that it didn't make any noise; and was successful.

"I saw what you and your brother went through on the first day of your ordeal. And I saw how you hesitated. I know your heart and your mind. I am powerful, I will guide you."

Siege wasn't paying attention. He bent down to try and get something from the lowest drawer of the dresser next to the bed. It seemed to work, when Metatron's voice became deeper and more serious.

“I may not see, peasant, but I know exactly what you're thinking of doing.”

Siege stopped. He got a better look at Metatron. The stranger had the appearance of an ordinary man, except for his colorful hair and extravagant clothes. But other than that, he didn't seem dangerous.

"Are you really blind?"

Metatron nodded with a smile. "I have been deprived of the gift of sight since my birth. It is not a major inconvenience, however. I have other abilities—”

"But your eyes look normal!"

"Don't judge a book by its cover, peasant. You can't assume something from a person just by their looks. An inconvenient comment from you, I would say.”

Siege mumbled an apology, but in truth, he couldn't care less about what that stuck-up angel weirdo thought. If you don't want people to judge your book by its cover, don't make an ugly cover, he thought.

“Your brother is arriving with a woman. He will take her to his room, they will love each other all night long, then he will feed her his blood and transform her into a vampire. She will be the first calf. And he will love her as a wife. He will be chained to her. Whoever hurts her will be hurting him too.”

“A pact”, Siege murmured.

“Almost that. An alliance. A contract from the heart. Your brother may be a murderer, but he's not completely heartless. He is in love. He would do anything to make that woman happy.”

In the next second, the two could hear the sound of the house's front door opening and closing within a short interval of time. They also heard footsteps in the distance, rhythmic, certainly those of two people. They heard more door creaks before the sound of a lock.

"How do you know all this?"

Metatron smiled. "I said I have other abilities."

Siege sat on the bed and sighed. "What do you want from me? What are you going to do to me?"

“To you, peasant? Nothing. I need to do some things around you."

"What kind of—"

Siege was interrupted by a loud sigh coming from the other room. He fell back onto the bed and let out an uncomfortable groan.

"Now I'm going to have to put up with this bullshit all night", he complained.

Metatron chuckled softly.

"But then, what do you want?"

"I will take shelter on Earth. I want to see humans and the new vampire race that has just been born. You will be my living example."

“Wow, really cool," Siege commented sarcasticly, despondently.

“Don't be sad, peasant. It gets better from now on.”

"Y’know what?" Siege said, standing up. "I don't want to hear any more of this." He snuck under the bed and lay on his back, hands over his chest, like a corpse in a coffin.

"It's going to take you a long time to get to sleep," Metatron said.

“It doesn't matter."

Siege didn't want to sleep, he just thought that by pretending that he would make Metatron leave.

Metatron walked slowly until he found the bed. He sat, roaming his sightless eyes around the shabby room.

Siege and Metatron remained silent and motionless for an immensity of hours. In the other room, Zaphir and Calliope loved each other until dawn, when the man cut himself in the wrist and forced the woman to drink his blood. They both fell asleep. Siege also slept throughout the day. Metatron stayed there the whole time, waiting. Patient. He had plenty of time.

The following night, Siege awoke in his makeshift tomb. He was shocked when he got up and saw that Metatron was still in the room.

“Lord have mercy! Won't you leave me alone?!"

He didn't wait for the man to respond. He left the bedroom irritated. In the living room, he came across Zaphir washing the wound on his wrist in a basin of water.

Neither of them were willing to say good morning. Or good night, in this case.

"What was that scream?" began Zaphir.

Siege ignored the question. "Did you have fun last night?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb", Siege said breathlessly. "I had to listen to you and your little wife's sin show all night."

Zaphir shrugged. "I don't know why you're so upset. Besides, it wasn't just a night of love. I made a calf. A servant. A beautiful and fragile female. I can share her with you if you want."

"No, thank you very much, you slimeball. Go put on a shirt, for God's sake!”

Zaphir laughed. Metatron left Siege's room calmly. He watched the two brothers from a distance. Only Siege was able to see him. Zaphir was completely unaware of his presence.

"And one more thing,” Siege reinforced, "I don't want to know about your adventure of going around making vampires. Leave me out of it."

Zaphir gave him a smile and a mocking nod.

“He's going to upset you", Metatron whispered.

"Oh, shut up!" Siege shouted.

"Are you crazy? I didn't say anything!" protested Zaphir.

"I'm not talking with you!"

Siege stomped away, leaving Zaphir with a confused expression on his face. Metatron followed.

What madness was that? Oh, it didn't matter. Zaphir didn't need his brother's scandals now. He needed his wife. His cinnamon lady. When Calliope woke up, he would have a lot to say to her.

[pregnant-sissy-abdl]

INVITATION TO PREGNANCY

Chapter 1: Mystery shopping

As the first trimester of my wife's pregnancy unfolded, subtle yet significant changes began to grace her body. The beginnings of a baby bump emerged, a gentle reminder of the life growing within her. While the anticipation and excitement of welcoming a child filled our hearts, my wife couldn't help but feel a twinge of dissatisfaction with the changes she experienced.  For example, her once-favourite clothes, which now clung too snugly, served as a poignant reminder that her body was transforming. Also she was feeling that her everyday life is now fully changing, while I just go on living with my usual daily stuff.

One evening, as we sat together on the couch, my wife turned to me with a sparkle in her eyes. She had a mischievous grin on her face, and I knew something was brewing in her mind.

“You know how I have been a little unhappy lately? Now I have an idea how to fix it," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I want to find a way for you to participate more in this pregnancy." My curiosity piqued, I leaned closer to her, eager to hear her plan. She reached for my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. "I thought we could start by having you join me for doctor's appointments," she suggested. "It would mean the world to me to have your support during those important moments."

Of course I wanted her to know that she is not alone, so I nodded somewhat eagerly. "Of course, honey," I replied, "I want to be there with you every step of the way, from the doctor's office to the delivery room.”

She beamed at my response, her eyes shimmering with appreciation. Her next idea came immediately after: “And what about attending birthing classes together?" she proposed. "We can learn about the process together, ask questions, and prepare ourselves as a team." I nodded a bit less eagerly, but still promising to participate. Anything to make her happy.

After a few weeks, I had come a long way in my involvement during the pregnancy. However, it seemed that my wife was still not perfectly happy and was probably expecting even more from me. In the following days, she gently approached the subject, and suggested we visit a maternity clothing shop together.

Confusion momentarily clouded my mind. What could my presence in a ladies’ clothing shop possibly contribute to her well-being during the pregnancy? But I quickly dismissed my skepticism, realising that I just need to play along to keep her satisfied. Maybe this all was just due to the pregnancy hormones, and everything would be back to normal in less than nine months. “Anything to make her happy”, I thought once again.

Next morning, stepping into the maternity clothes shop, I was immediately taken aback by the vibrant colors and stylish displays that greeted me. Gone were my preconceived notions of dull and shapeless garments. Instead, I discovered a treasure trove of beautiful and fashionable attire specially designed for pregnant women. As I perused the racks, my eyes widened with surprise and delight. Not only were there elegant dresses and chic tops, but I also stumbled upon a section dedicated to maternity lingerie. I couldn't help but be amazed at how they managed to create such alluring and sexy undergarments that accentuated the natural beauty of pregnant women.

My wife urged me to choose outfits that I thought she would look stunning in. Puzzled but willing to embrace this opportunity, I started selecting a few outfits that caught my eye. I considered her style, comfort, and the delicate balance between fashion and functionality.  Imagining her radiant in the chosen pieces, I collected a variety of dresses, tops, several pairs of maternity jeans and shiny leggings, and even some pink lingerie.

As she tried on the clothes, I observed the way her eyes lit up when she found an outfit she loved.  Quite soon she gently suggested that I might need to leave for other matters, assuring me that she wanted to stay a bit longer to explore some additional shopping on her own. Although a bit surprised, I nodded, understanding her desire to find something sexy, such as a see-through night gown, to surprise me with. Yes, there would definitely be a surprise, but little did I know...

(Click here to read the next chapter.)

[grayintogreen]

ye olde good roseverse ask: can you talk some more about the heavenly siblings? pretty please? like, sure, I know that the color of gabriel's wings doesn't indicate anything of importance at the moment, but I still need to know it. and the capital D-dead ones, what did they look like, what actors were the inspirations for them looks-wise or voice-wise (I'm still not over raphael as josh groban, that's absolutely genius)?

Gabriel's wings are dark gray!

So the order of the siblings is Michael, Gabriel, Barachiel, Uriel, Raphael, Selaphiel, Jophiel, and Lucifer. Their virtues are Strength (which is not a heavenly virtue- that's why there's eight, because Michael needs to be Strength), Diligence, Charity, Temperance, Patience, Chastity, Kindness, and Humility, respectively.

Barachiel is a little bit of a hippie flower crown type, very friendly and easy-going with blessings as the angel of charity. Long curly blonde hair. Fun fact! His symbol is roses, so do that with what you will when you consider that Eve and the Root are symbolized by roses and he fell to them. His voice claim is Caleb Hyles.

Selaphiel has kinda got this... serious lanky anime lady vibe (think Yuko Ichihara from xxxholic or Senjumaru from Bleach), but black. Long dark hair, heavy robes over a rail thin form with black raven wings. She wears a thurible on her hip. She's very serious. She's very much the equivalent of Belphegor in her workaholic state. Despite being on the young end, she tends to be the very serious, overworked mom friend who doesn't abide distractions and is very serious. She was the last one to fall when the archangels sealed the Root and made the other four depart so they would be spared. Her voice claim is Heather Headley.

Jophiel is teeny tiny and has this kind of bright eclectic flair to her, very stylish, very cute, very sweet. She looks a lot like Lucifer to the point where people would probably think they were twins if she didn't have the head-wings. Her wings are white, but she wears a lot of silver and pink. She's kind of the Bee of the group. She guarded Eden and was really protective of it. She was the first to die in the fight, and you can probably guess that it was personal on Eve's part since she was still pretty peeved.... Which is sad because she was always so nice to Eve. Her voice claim is Jessie Mueller.

Hopefully that's enough of a tease! I don't wanna give too much away about the main four since we'll see more of them, but these three will barely appear and their appearances aren't really a spoiler.

[archiverstappen]

Ok so this is gonna sound kinda random but I really love how you used photos of girls with long nails for your cat sitter series.

Now I don’t know much about the wags so I could be speaking out of my ass but I can’t picture Max with someone that has long nails like that. There’s no reason for me to think that but I do and seeing the nails weirdly made me feel so nice.

Cause I’m someone that does all that stuff like the nails, I have fun with my make up and taking time doing my hair in cute hairstyles and in a lot of fics that’s the opposite of how they usually describe y/n unless they use a model face claim or something.

And absolutely NOT trying to shit on any of those writers or fics at all, there was just something nice of the non famous crazy cat lady neighbor holding a paddle or the cats leg with her grey and pink nails.

omg i didn’t even expect anybody to notice that! tbh i always imagine that crazy cat lady has always been more of a stylish girl that loves to dress up (because this is the opposite of real life me). i guess that’s one of the perks of writing a fictional character, you can imagine them however you want to be!! i’m so glad that you kinda connect to her in some way🥹🫶🏼

thank you for sharing your thoughts <3

[prismstonearchives]

スタイリッシュレディ- Stylish Lady

[aptericia]

So! A while ago I made redesigns for some of my least favorite Three Houses outfits. With a lot of the female characters, it feels like the priority with their design is "show boobs and/or bare legs". Obviously, I don't claim to be better at character design than the original artists, but here's my take with the following priorities (in order):

Representing the character and making them easily identifiable. Basically, the design should serve as a "condensed" version of their personality, abilities, culture, etc.

An outfit that I find (with my 100% correct and objective opinion, of course) to be attractive

Being reasonably practical, at least enough that it doesn't break immersion. Considers the character's job, available resources, etc.

Ordinarily I'd design an outfit to go with the character's body type, but I was lazy here lol. If people are interested, I could draw nice versions on the actual characters sometime. Oh, BTW, the concept for this post was heavily inspired by looking through the @bikiniarmorbattledamage tumblr :))))

Below are detailed descriptions on how I went about designing them, if anyone's curious! I will be bashing the original designs quite a bit because I find it funny, but I hold absolutely no disrespect toward anyone who prefers them to my poorly-thought-out versions :)

Bernadetta – I feel like the designers were trying to combine the female archer class outfit, Bernie’s own girly/plushie aesthetic, and the “fancy noble lady” style and it didn’t quiiiiiite work out. I really like the color scheme & overall shapes, so I just went about changing the few things that ruined it for me.

First off, the huge bell sleeves. They’re just silly and don’t match the outfit imo. I turned them into an elaboration on her cute gloves.

Gave her pants instead of booty shorts. I don’t think Bernie would wear a long skirt that would keep her from running around, but the exposed legs give her a “vulnerable” look that I don’t think she’d appreciate. Plus, having the leg-pouch strapped to her bare skin looked really uncomfy ☹.

The boots didn’t work as well with her shiny new Pants, so I gave her knitted leg-warmer things inspired by this gorgeous cipher art.

I expanded her leg-pouch-thing and gave her a teeny little dagger. I just think she’d carry weapons on her person.

Constance – Honestly, credit to her for doing the best she could with the god-awful Dark Flier class design. I still think her outfit is pretty ugly and sexist, so I made some adjustments. I tried to evoke a “noble lady” feeling, but keep the muted color scheme and lack of patterns to imply that she’s actually dirt-poor. I took inspiration from people like Ferdie (noble vibe; armor purely for show not practicality) but with her personal “edgy steampunk vampire” aesthetic.

I changed her stupid boob-cup breastplate. I don’t even care about the dangers of wearing boobplate in realistic combat—it just looks ugly. Like why do you need to go to extra trouble to say “I have BOOBS! TWO of them!!”? It’s embarrassing. I mean it’s fine if you’re proud of your boobs, but then don’t cover them up with metal maybe???

I realized that the designers probably gave her boobplate because, without it, her outfit isn’t actually all that feminine. Coco is a pretty feminine lady, so I remedied this by giving her puffy sleeves (inspired by the Awakening Dark Flier design) and a skirt-thing (with an awkward slit that would allow her to sit on a horse). The skirt had the added bonus of being incompatible with the stupid butt-grabbing hip armor. Good riddance!

Traded in her bare legs for some silly suspender-sock-things. I just thought they worked better with the skirt and more “girly” outfit overall. Also gave her shin-guards to extend the pink color scheme throughout the whole outfit.

I also changed her dress into a stylish vest that, imo, looks nicer (and comfier) with the armor. I gave her some gold accents on the vest & armguards for a dash of color.

Her belt got a revamp to work better with the vest.

Lysithea – On to our favorite doily princess! Her design doesn’t reek as much of “boobs and/or legs priority”, but it’s still silly and looks pretty uncomfortable. I actually really like the aesthetic, so I tried to keep it as much as possible. I did end up having to introduce another color (silver), though.

I think her doily skirt looks extra silly because it’s so dwarfed by her sleeves. I lengthened it, made it puffier, and added another layer beneath it.

More drastically, I ended up changing the whole top of the dress so it was a shirt & skirt instead. I’m not sure I have a justification for this beyond “I don’t usually prefer dresses”, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out 😊 Also, what’s with the weird rows of ribbons(???) at her sides? Into the trash lol.

The ribbon attachment looks like it would be really cold on her bare chest ☹. I moved it down to the level of her shirt and attached it to her shoulders instead of her neck (for comfort).

Her shoes got boringer but less dumb-looking. What can I say, I’m not good at designing shoes.

Hapi – Hers is the least-bad of the Ashen Wolves’ timeskip designs, not that that’s saying much. I don’t really like gray and green as a color scheme, so I gave her a bit of brown and some more gold accents. Other than that, I feel like she has a sort of forest girl/witch/traveler look, which I tried to keep as much as possible.

Obviously, the silly boob-separator strap had to go. I have no problems with Hapi being sexy, but she’s much more the “forgot to put on my pants when I rolled out of bed at 1:00pm” type rather than the “put extra effort into showing that I have TWO BOOBS” type. Therefore, I kept a similar amount of skin showing but tried to make it easier to assemble.

Her new skirt was based on the Valkrie designs from other games (you’ll notice the similarity to the Mist-inspired outfit in this post). I think this version is both cuter and looks easier to move in. Also, I love giving everyone too many belts! Hers has a lil pouch for carrying random junk she finds.

Both her arms and legs looked a little boring imo, so I gave her some pretty bracelets and altered her shoes. Plus, her original boots looked hard to move in. Here, the actual boot is pretty loose but is tied below the knee with an extra laceable piece and above the knee with a brown strap.

Petra – Ho boy. I always felt like Petra’s design could be potentially problematic, although I’ve never done any research. Anywayyyy, it’s clear that the designers wanted something “exotic”-looking, but they had no ideas beyond “well she’s from a warm climate right” (In reality, someone from a warm climate would probably be unadjusted to the cold and bundle up… but that goes against the goal of “condensed character description” so I don’t really mind). Instead, I took a lot of inspiration from this awesome Cipher art! Her color scheme is a hot mess but not without potential, and personally I think I did okay with it!

Ok, ok, her design also does a decent job of indicating that she’s royalty from a hunting-focused nation. When re-doing her top I tried to keep that in mind, so I gave her some fancy jewelry and animal goods (i.e. fluff). I don’t feel like re-iterating the boobplate argument, so suffice to say that her breastplate suffered the same fate as Constance’s.

I adjusted her arm jewelry to be more to my liking. Not really any logic there.

Her miniskirt is pretty dumb, so I changed the shape and incorporated some hip armor (someone tell me the official name). I also took away the fluffy fringe, seeing as she already got some fluff around her neck. Instead, I added the pattern that was originally on her leg-band.

Do I need to explain giving her another pant leg? I know her outfit is based on the female thief class, but it doesn’t look good there either. And once again, I had no ideas for her shoes beyond not liking the old ones ☹.

[vivian-at-home]

OOTD

tldr: pushing boundaries, did some shopping for cheap chic, and thanking friends

I am really pushing boundaries lately with some androgynous bits here and some outright girly bits there. I am also growing my hair out, and I'm going to get one of those laser things because research tells me that's the way to go. I am trying to get a referral to the clinic from my doctor because the last time it got derailed by COVID.

I am daring to do things I never would before; like shopping openly in the ladies department, keeping my nails painted, wearing pinks and pastels and neutrals, more form fitting clothing. Nothing exotic at all, just exactly what other ladies my age wear (assuming they still have a body as hot as mine lol). Nice tight butt lifting jeans, Doc Marten boots and other androgynous shoes like grey slip on runners, henley shirts, anything girly I can get away with. I have a couple of new skirts coming and I can't wait to try them out, I also got a couple of new pushup bras that nothing is gonna hide that I might have to wait to try out lol, unless it's under a winter coat or baggy hoodie 😳 Trying to conciously wear a bra every day, even to work. Gradually replacing all my boxer briefs with those ridiculously comfy and flattering boy shorts, wearing the standard black and white check coat with poofy hoodies, my pink camo beanie for the coming cold, etc. I am just wearing what I want to wear, and if that's a pearl necklace and LBD with leggings, that's what I am wearing. 🌈

Please consider I'm not 'out' to any extant at all (just to my siblings and mother and a couple friends), but I have found that pretty much no matter where I go, no one really bats an eye, so I just keep pushing those edges. Even in my former male life I was a bit of a fashion whore, always trying new styles but trying to be classy and elegant, so now as a woman, with the massive range of stylish colourful comfortable flattering and yes sexy clothing to choose from, I am an artist with a whole new pallette. Or maybe a kid in a candy store lol.

I am also well aware that I might be a lot more out than I think at work, and no one said anything, I mean girls notice things just as much as guys do, but it doesn't exactly frighten me to push edges when no one says anything amiright. Some girls look at me funny now though, not a bad thing, they smile differently, something I have noticed that is really distinctive . . . 🤭 girls that never talked to me, especially younger ones, now do . . . it's still fearful baby steps though, but HRT is the moving walkway, and I am very close

I really need to learn how to do makeup better, and maybe not walk like a guy with places to go, rather more like a window shopping lady; and a few other things, but I guess what I am trying to say is that I am doing what my mother always taught me, to have the courage of my convictions. Some might say I am far too old, or worse yet a pretender, and it shames me to say I sometimes feel that way because I didn't pursue this long ago when I realized who I am, but I am proud of who I am today, and excited about where I am going, and dressing the part in public is now becoming an important part of that. I am nowhere near as far along as many people here, not even on HRT and not even close to living life as a woman, but one day soon . . . . I'm just so tired of living like people expect me to rather than how I want to portray myself. 💪 So damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead . . .

I want to thank all the friends here who have encouraged and inspired me to be my true self, your support and bravery means more than you know ❤ @crossdresserica @beingjamielynn @gymbunnycandiehart @livemyalter @becoming-who-ive-always-been @gladtobeagirl @jonextsteps @cd-christamae @cd-sherri

[possumsandprose]

Nessian Week 2023: A Court of Weapons and War

Hey all! So sorry this took a while to get out, life has been killing me recently. Below is my contribution for Nessian Week: an AU inspired by the tale of Hercules and the golden belt (from his 12 labours). I'm going to be taking a lot of liberties, but the basic premise is Nesta is queen of the Amazons/Valkyries, and Cassian has come to woo Nesta and take her magic belt. I hope you all like it!

Word Count: 564, since this is the prologue, future chapters will be longer.

Warnings: mentions of abuse and murder

Queen Nesta put on the finishing touches of her makeup. She didn’t usually dress up that much, however rumour had it a special guest had come, and she wanted to look her best. According to her right-hand lady, Gwyneth, it was a male. An extremely attractive male, if her blushing indicated anything.

Nesta wasn’t particularly fond of men, but she had to admit she respected this one’s bravery. To walk into the camps of the Valkyries, and demand an audience with the queen? Such a thing was practically unheard of.

Ever since her and her closest allies had stormed the surrounding lands, driving out the male inhabitants and recruiting all the females to join her cause, word of mouth had kept most visitors away.

Nesta recalled how this had all started. One too many beatings. One too many screaming fits from her husband. One too many things for her to overlook. It was that night she decided to take things into her own hands. Her two closest friends, Gwyn and Emerie, were in similar situations, and so they had formed a plan. Every night, after their husbands had drunk themselves into a helpless stupor for the evening, they crept out into the shadowy woods behind the village and trained. Swords, knives, axes, bows, they trained with the lot.

As time progressed, more and more women found out about these late-night meetings, and realized they were unhappy with their lives too. The ranks of women began to grow, and soon every woman in the whole village became proficient in a variety of weapons.

On that glorious day, Nesta had raised the call, and every warrior had risen up and struck down her husband. There was hardly even a fight.

Soon Nesta’s mission took her and her warriors abroad, pillaging and conquering all the nearby peoples, with women joining the cause and men becoming their slaves, or ending up with their heads on spikes.

Nesta looked back at herself in the mirror. She was exceptionally beautiful, her high cheekbones gently stained pink, a soft white powder coating her eyelids. On her lips, a gorgeous dark red had been smeared, the colour of fresh blood. The makeup complimented her dress, a striking piece in the same colour as a thundercloud. On her hips, however, was the real attention catcher. A golden belt, woven of interlocking chains, rested upon her. It shone in the dim light, and though it looked like merely a pretty style choice, all knew the power it held. It signified Nesta’s reign as queen, and gave her tremendous power in battle, a gift from the gods themselves.

She ran her finger over it, considering. How hard it had been for her to get this. And how much it meant to her.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Emerie appeared, her white tunic and leather pants stylish yet practical. Clearly she had just been training.

“My queen. It is time. The man says his name is Cassian, and he awaits you down in the great hall,” she said.

“Thank you. I will go and speak with him now,” Nesta replied, and with that, she exited her room, walking with practiced poise down the various corridors before reaching the great hall that had been built. She took a deep breath, not sure what to expect, and opened the door to meet the stranger.

Taglist: @nessianweek

[disneymbti]

could you please do cynthia, lydia and nancy from rise of the pink ladies?

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Cynthia Zdunowski's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ENTP [The Debater]

As extroverts, ENTP types have higher levels of energy and love being around other people. They tend to avoid being alone.

They are more interested in the big picture than on specifics and details. They love solving complex problems and have a great sense of intuition. 

Debaters make decisions based on logic. They care less about what makes people happy and more about what’s right.

They dislike schedules and routine, preferring to keep their options open. They love surprise experiences and challenge the need for rules and regulations.

Big Three: Sagittarius Sun, Aries Moon and Gemini Rising

Sagittarius Sun: Sagittarius is governed by the expansive planet Jupiter, and is known for a free-spirited, globe-trotting, philosophical mindset — and wild streak.

Aries Moon: Lunar Aries are known to be emotionally responsive and impulsive at times, as they lead with fiery passions over than logic or reason.

Gemini Rising: Gemini risings are quick-witted and fast communicators, always looking for unique ways to express themselves. 

Enneagram Type: 7w6 [The Pathfinder]

Basic Fear: Sevens with a six wing have a deeply-rooted fear of missing out. They want to be trustworthy and honor commitments, but they also want to leave room to allow for last-minute opportunities.

Basic Desire: Their basic desire is to feel fulfilled and happy. They express this by searching for joy in every small thing that comes their way.

Pathfinders defend themselves by rationalizing away negative feelings. They unconsciously convince themselves that they are happy, even when they are not.

Nancy Nakagawa's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ESFP [The Entertainer]

ESFPs are very outgoing and lively people. They thrive in groups and prefer not to spend too much time alone.

They are very observant, focusing closely on the details rather than the grand scheme. They think in terms of the present.

Entertainers tend to prioritize emotion when making decisions, concerning themselves more with how their decisions will affect others. They are empathetic and diplomatic.

They rely more on opportunity than rigid scheduling. They are spontaneous and playful people, with a passion for finding new adventures.

Big Three: Libra Sun, Scorpio Moon and Leo Rising

Libra Sun: Libra is ruled by the airy part of Venus, making them bon vivants, critical, and artistic — as well as forever stylish.

Scorpio Moon: Scorpio Moons are known for their brooding nature that exudes passion. Once you win them over, they are loyal and unconditional in matters of love.

Leo Rising: Leo ascendants bask in the glow of sunlight, radiating positivity and charm. Performers through and through, those with this friendly, radiant, and outgoing placement exude confidence and strength.

Enneagram Type: 4w3 [The Enthusiast]

Basic Fear: Four wing threes’ deepest fear is that they have no significance in the world. They tend to express this by frequently distinguishing themselves from the rest of the world.

Basic Desire: They desire uniqueness and personal identity. They long to be authentically different, which may lead them to intense bouts of creativity and self-expression.

Enthusiasts may defend themselves by unconsciously adapting characteristics of others to seem more authentic.