#suri anon

[agentnatesewell]

(Here is the semi NSFT/definitely kink-related headcanon I asked about!)

Sometimes I think about a Nate who fears being the devourer but not the devoured; who allows his detective to sink their teeth into him and leave half-moons that curve just like their mouth on his thighs, the indentations peeking out from beneath his collar and catching someone's - probably M's - eyes before he moves and they sink out of view again.

He would never bite the detective. But they would bite him, teeth catching on his shoulder lazily, his stomach covered in open-mouthed kisses, their lips just barely grazing the side of his throat (where he knows he would be unable to resist drinking if their positions were reversed) before they suck the skin hard enough to leave another one of their marks.

Their entanglement would have evidence. Mostly hidden, but he would know it was there, and the detective would know it was there.

And I think he would obsess over that, look forward to their love bites - both the casual nips at his fingers and the deliberate, intentional hickeys - want to be marked by them again and again.

And he would begin to understand why someone would want him to do the same to them, that as he trusts his detective when he is held in their mouth, they would trust him.

Oh, oh, oh, this is excellent

Wanting to be marked, wanting to be someone’s - but wanting to be theirs, the love of their long life …

I love that they’d be hidden, because they’d fade and fade rapidly, but they would know. And if time and again and there is a pattern, the ghost of the mark, teeth and bruises, there - a phantom feeling

Thank you very much for sharing this! How you wrote us was gorgeous, and the very idea and visual is stunning

[neopuff]

you might've talked about this before, but I can't find it. out of curiosity, what makes azarath approprative?

im not sure if i have but, i mean. raven's original design contains some hindu imagery/fashion but she's not indian or hindu. i'm not sure if it's all of azarath (raven's mom in the comics does not have a bindi, though she does in the cartoon) or if it's just raven.

raven's indian influences are definitely because her 80s comic design is based off of an indian actress (persis khambatta) but that was not very consistent (i think george perez even said he changed his mind and also based her design off a white actress) and she's been made whiter and whiter ever since. i don't think she's drawn wearing a sari anymore and it doesn't seem like the bindi is included in her design that much anymore eitiher? not 100% sure about that

anyway i really dont know if its azarath as a whole or just raven's original design. i dont think i remember enough about azarathian culture nor do i know enough about hindu culture to fully compare. but the influence is noticeable

i would still really like to see an indian raven (tho i loved native american raven in tt:eo, obvi thats not the same lol) but like i said she keeps getting designed whiter and younger and more basic mall goth so i doubt we'll get any good designs for her anytime soon

[finntaur]

you’re a gift to the world, you’re a lighthouse against the dark, you are one of the most rare and precious sort of person in existence. you mean more to me that i’m capable of verbalizing and i don’t know what to do with how wonderful you are to me but i don’t know what i’d do without you either. you know who this is and i’d say it off anon too but i wanted you to hear it.

Hiii suri :((

Ask game here!

[pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land]

your works are jaw dropping broOOO. gorgeous. a work of art. you SLAY at writing hcs i love it so much i really hope you can write more <33

demon slayer povs: the hashiras tending to your wounds

this comment really motivated me to write more of this TYSM ANON ily

wc: 1.1k>

Giyu

he’d probably complete the whole procedure silently, as he’s scared you’d waste your energy talking to him

you saw him carefully unwrapping the bandages and painstakingly wrapping it around your arm as you slightly winced at the pain

‘oh-, y/n, you okay? sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,”

you reassured him with a small nod as he gently continued to wrap the bandage, placing a kiss on it once he was done

“thanks hun,” you smiled weakly at him

“get well soon, darling,” he said before he got up to fetch some water

Iguro

just like giyu, he’d do it with silent treatment though you’d hear kaburamaru’s quiet hisses along the way

throughout the bandaging, he momentarily stopped as it reminded himself of the time where he had to bandage his own mouth to hide his traumatic scars

“darling, you okay?” you asked, worried at the sudden slight widening of his eyes

“oh, its nothing,” he shrugged it off, but you sensed that it had something to do with the bandage on his mouth

while he was calmly wrapping the wound on your leg, you leaned down and placed a heartfelt kiss on his forehead

“you're beautiful just the way you are,” you said as he glanced up at you

his eyes crinkled slightly; you knew that put a smile on his face

Mitsuri

she’d probably tend to your wounds the loudest way possible, constantly asking if you were okay

“oh dear, y/n, this looks terrible,” a pouty frown emerged on her face as she cleansed your wounds with cotton pads. “you okay??”

“im fine, honey, don’t worry too much,” you replied with a smile as you admiringly watched her bandage up the injuries on your knee

“alrighty! i hope this makes you feel better, darling. i put some ointment that kocho offered,” she smiled cheerfully, as she gave you a gentle headpat

“thanks ‘suri, youre the best,” you returned her smile with an even happier one from you

Muichiro

would be quiet too but would occasionally check up on you

he’d go like “oh, does this hurt?” or “you feeling okay?”

you were technically the only person he could express his true behavior to

he’d be experienced in this kind of stuff since he had to take care of his mom when she was sick

the thought of his sick mom made him want to protect you even more. he’d already lost his family, he couldn’t afford to lose you too

he’d treat the wound as meticulously as possible to prevent it from worsening

“thank you, mui. you don't know how much i treasure you,” you warmly smiled at him

though he didn’t say anything back, you knew his smile was all you needed to see.

Kyojuro

tbh i feel like he’ll just treat you like how he treated tanjiro when he got stabbed during the mugen train arc

“kyo, it huuurts,” you whined, hoping that he’ll do something instead of keep asking you to control your breathing

“okay okay, i’ll go fetch the med kit. make sure to control your breathing to stop the blood from coming out!” he darted to the other end of the house to get the necessities, his voice still loud as ever

when he got back, he tended to your lacerations as gently as possible, doing all of it with a proud smile on his face

“why the long face, y/n?” he noticed that your usual happy aura had dissipated all of a sudden

“i- i just hate being weak. i hate that you have to get distracted by your missions just to tend to my injuries,” you pouted, biting your lip

“my love, its part & parcel of your journey to make mistakes. as you continue on, you’ll find that these obstacles are nothing compared to what you’re actually facing. so, heads up, and look brightly into your future, okay?” he cheered you on while giving you a soft pat on the shoulder

“thank you, kyo.” you gratefully smiled as you dozed the rest of the evening off

Sanemi

he definitely wasn’t the best at playing it gentle

“ouuuch, nemi, be gentler please,” you winced as he placed a bandaid on your collarbone

“bold of you to say, y/n. somehow you don’t act like this when we’re making out,” he sneered, as he discarded the cotton wools in the trash

you were left speechless as an obvious blush sprawled across your face. only your boyfriend could make you like that, and you loved him for it

“yeah that’s right hun. now be a good toy and rest till i come back,” he taunted, though you swore you heard him mutter “get well soon darling” before he uttered those words

Tengen

he most likely cleans injuries with flamboyance no matter how bad it was

definitely has custom bandages embroidered with random stuff just for you

you saw him putting on gloves and stuff although your wound was really mild

“tengen- babe, there’s no need for all this,” you sighed in embarrassment; your boyfriend would go out of his ways just to treat a mild scratch

“nuh uh, i aint letting you pass with this wound. it could be infected, who knows?” he cocked his eyebrow as he placed a not-so-modest looking bandage on your wound

“aight, i really hope that helps, darling! want me to bring you some munchies?” he chuckled as he packed back up the amenities

“there’s really no need for that, babe. you’ve done more than enough,” you smiled, softly caressing his cheek

obviously he couldn’t care less about your response as he brought you snacks and then cuddled the night away

Shinobu

DEFINITELY would come up with an antidote just to cure your injury

“darling, we need you back on the ground as soon as possible. all your mentees are worried for you, and i can't bear seeing you in a state like this, okay?”

in this case, your injuries were quite bad and she had to put you on an iv drip

after she was done tending to your wounds, she placed a soft kiss on your cheek

“get well soon, honey,” she smiled as she rubbed her thumb on your fingers

“thank you, love. i’ll definitely recover fast thanks to you,” you chuckled weakly, squeezing her hand and never letting go

[deedee-sims]

Back to the requests! (by anons)

Sury is TF-EF only.

6 natural colors, gray linked to black. Meshes and bodyshop swatches are included, enjoy! :)

Credits: Simpliciaty, Polygonbeach, Newsea, Trapping, XM Sims, Simgaroop

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[teaite]

4 hairs in Poppet’s V2 textures (3 requested by @kayleigh-83 a 1 by anon)

anto simonne sfs

wings to0206 sfs

leahlillith tessa sfs

simpliciaty sury sfs

credits: poppet, anto, leahlillith, simpliciaty, wings, del-sims, honeymoon-cc2, amidalasims, polygonbeach

[moni-logues]

Deer Tracks

Pairing: Namjoon x f. reader (Suri); A Fine Line couple

Genre: slice of life? a little angst a little fluff? established relationship

Summary:

Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That's all. (Deer Tracks, by Richard Brautigan)

Word count: 3.2k

Content: implicit smut (piv), that's really it tbh

A/N: Anon, this is for yoooooouuuu! And for anyone else who loves the AFL couple like I do lol my first babies, my special little creatures haha. I have genuinely had this bonus chapter/drabble/whatever you want to call it in mind since I finished writing the series. I have thought of it SO often and, truthfully, never got to the end, never quite figured out in my head how I was going to pull it together. But I'm happy with what I did and I hope you are too!!! Also shout out to sunny for finding this poem for me when I couldn't months and months ago.

*~*

You lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling, legs swishing idly against the sheets, as if making snow angels out of them, but only the bottom half. And there was no snow. And you weren’t having fun. Sleep wouldn’t come. You had learnt that. It wouldn’t come until the smallest hours of the morning, when exhaustion finally gripped you and pulled you under. Then you would wake a few hours later, unrested, and do it all again. 

It was self-inflicted. You knew that, too. You knew that you were doing this to yourself. You were sleeping in your own bed. Namjoon slept next door. You didn’t have to wonder if he was asleep because you could faintly make out the sound of his snoring even through the wall.  

Things weren’t going well and you weren’t dealing with it. You were making it Namjoon’s problem, making yourself Namjoon’s problem. He knew it was happening. You knew it was happening. He didn’t have the power to stop you. You didn’t think you did, either. Even though you wanted to. You could feel all your worst instincts clawing at you, invisible hands crawling over the edge of the bed to pull you apart, pull your life apart. You wanted to resist them and you wanted them to devour you, both at the same time.  

You loved him. You were in love with him. That was the problem. That was the thing that kept you up at night. The anxiety of it screamed at you and, sometimes, you could block it out; sometimes, he would kiss you and you would melt into him and everything felt golden; other times, more often recently, he would kiss you and you’d feel sick. Sick because you wanted to escape. Sick because you wanted him to stop seeing you. Sick because you loved him. Sick because he made you happier than you thought you would ever be again. Sick because it all terrified you.  

So you pulled away. You pulled yourself back into your shell, set up spikes around it, were erratic and irrational about who got access to you and when.  

You were sleeping in your own bed.  

* 

Namjoon had, weeks ago now, planned a sweet winter getaway. Just a long weekend. There was astronomical stuff happening: a big moon, some meteors, something that he would tell you about as you sat, breath puffing in front of you, huddled together outside a cabin, looking at it all. He had said you wouldn’t be able to see it well in the city; he was going to book somewhere remote, where the sky would be dark and clear. You had wondered why it mattered so much but matter it did, to Namjoon, so you had agreed, looked forward to it.  

Until you had realised you loved him. Until he had come home one day, late and tired, and a choir had started singing in your heart. There had been nothing special about that day, not at all, but you had looked at him and he had smiled at you—crinkly-eyed and deep-dimpled—and something inside you had bloomed. It was love. It was horror. 

* 

You wanted him to cancel. To say, ok this is a bad idea, let’s not go and spend 72 hours in each other’s company with no escape and nowhere else to go. Because you wouldn’t say it but you didn’t want to go. You were fighting with yourself not to run, not to scarper, not to dig yourself a hole in the ground and live there instead. You could convince yourself you were coping while you had work to distract you with (and Namjoon had his work, too). But a weekend in the country? You wouldn’t be able to get away from it if you couldn’t get away from him.  

There was a slightly tentative knock at the door. 

“Yeah?” you called. 

Namjoon poked his head around.  

“I know we talked about heading up a little later but they’re forecasting snow so I think we should get an earlier train, is that ok?” 

No. 

“What time is that?” 

“Probably around 9.” 

“Ok.” 

He nodded, hesitated at the door for a second, then nodded again, leaving you to it. You felt sick again. Terrified. Half of you wanted to run out to him, to tell him to please never, ever let you go. Half of you wanted to run.  

* 

The train was slow because the forecast had been partially right: it was snowing, but it was snowing earlier and heavier than predicted. The journey from the train station to the cabin was even worse. Namjoon couldn’t drive; somehow, you had gone all this time not knowing that. You had also forgotten that he had mentioned something about renting a car when he first brought up this trip.  

You hadn’t driven for years. Hadn’t needed to. Wouldn’t have been able to afford a car anyway. You were anxious. You were already anxious and now you had to drive winding roads on forested hills while the snow fell thick like cotton balls.  

“I’m not fucking doing it,” you said, as you and Namjoon stood outside the car rental place.  

“We don’t have any other way of getting there.” 

“Taxi?” 

“They won’t go. I already asked.” 

“Well then how do we get there? I'm not fucking driving.” 

“Suri, plea-” 

“No! I said no! I hate driving. I can’t drive! I won’t!” 

“You said you have a licence.” 

“Yes, I have a licence but I haven’t needed it for years. You seriously expect me to drive in this? I’ll kill us both.” 

Namjoon pulled his beanie from his head with a sigh and then fixed it back in place.  

“I’m sorry. This was not how I planned it. I didn’t know the weather would be this bad, but can you please drive? We can take it slow—everyone else will be driving slowly, too. I promise it’ll be worth it when we get there.” 

You knew it was an argument you couldn’t win because, short of going straight back home, there were no other options. With the way the snow was falling, it was even possible that there wouldn’t be any trains running anyway. You offered him your best scowl and stomped inside to pick up the keys. You wanted to argue, but you wanted to get out of the cold. 

* 

The journey was almost painfully tense. Driving, as it turned out, was quite a lot like riding a bike and, even with the snow, you coped pretty well: drove carefully, took corners slowly, made it to the cabin in a little under an hour. But you held onto your anger like a security blanket. It was, in some ways, a relief to be able to cling to it, rather than being tossed about in the waves of your anxiety. Anger was safe. Anger kept people away. Kept Namjoon away.  

You were hoping for blessed relief from the cold. You were expecting to open the door and be hit with a wall of warmth, fire lit, heating on, a small side lamp illuminating just enough of the space that you could find your way to the light switch. 

It was dark. It was just as cold inside as it was out. You stood in the entry way and clenched your teeth together while Namjoon fumbled with the thermostat.  

“I’m hungry,” you announced when nothing more had happened a minute later. 

“Ok, yeah, we can eat in a sec. Let me just figure this out.” 

“What do we have to eat?” 

“I don’t know, babe; I think there’s something in that bag.” 

Namjoon gestured vaguely to the pile of bags next to you, which told you nothing. You inhaled, preparing to heave an aggrieved sigh when Namjoon straightened and looked at you. 

“I know, ok? I know. I’m sorry. This isn’t like I wanted it to be either.”  

Sentences short, clipped, like he was fighting his own frustration. He probably was. You were being a brat. You knew it. You were making yourself his problem. You were pushing buttons.  

Somehow, this time, it didn’t feel like victory. It felt like defeat.  

You let your sigh fall and stomped past him, flopping onto the sofa still in all your winter stuff. He turned back to the thermostat. 

* 

It remained tense and quiet for the rest of the evening and when you (fully clothed with a jumper and socks on) slipped into bed next to Namjoon (also fully clothed), you had deflated. You couldn’t sustain your anger that long, not when Namjoon didn’t fight back.  

“I’m sorry,” you said, chewing on the inside of your lip, eyes cast down.  

Namjoon leant over and pressed a kiss to your hair. 

“I’m sorry, too. This isn’t what I wanted.”  

You bit harder on your lip when you felt it wobble.  

“I just thought it would be nice to get away. The sky isn’t even fucking clear because of the snow. I should’ve planned this be-” 

“No,” you said, interrupting. “I’m just being pissy.” 

“Yeah...” He paused. “About that-” 

“I’m sorry.”  

You didn’t want him to ask, didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want to have to admit it, finally, that you loved him. Certainly not after that day.  

“I...”  

You hesitated because you could feel your heart thumping and that prickling sensation on your skin that said you were stripping yourself bare. “It’s just me. It’s not you. I... I’m not trying to be a dick. Well, I guess, I-... I’m sorry.”  

You risked a glance at him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. He pressed another kiss into your hair. You closed your eyes and felt your limbs loosen, something inside of you unlocking, allowing you to relax into the warmth of his body.  

“It’s ok,” he whispered. “As long as you’re here.” 

You nodded.  

“I’m here.” 

You raised your face as he went to kiss your head again and he caught your eyebrow. You didn’t give him the opportunity to laugh or say anything; you put your lips against his, turned your body towards him, and hoped you could say without saying the thing that burnt inside you. 

* 

It somehow felt like it had been a long time. That the nights that had passed since the last time he was between your thighs had stretched into weeks, elongated themselves in your memory and your body, so that every touch, every movement felt like remembering. Felt like something almost lost but found again. Felt, as it always did, like something coming together within you. Never more in your body than when he was, too. It grounded you. It brought you closer to yourself, closer to him, as though they were one and the same.  

“F-uck!” you cried, gasping and panting as you tried to hold on, wanting this to last.  

You were so close to it, to letting all that pleasure wash over you, drown you, take you under, but you didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to let this pass. You wanted to stay in this moment, this perfect moment, where it was just you and him and everything you did best.  

If it passed, you would have to confront it again: the fear, the terror that your love placed inside you.  

“Shit,” you swore again, but it wasn’t pleasure this time. It was frustration because you’d thought about it. Because now you were thinking about it.  

You shut your eyes. You couldn’t look at him without that painful heart swelling, that effulgent warmth that enveloped you, followed by the ice-cold trickle of anxiety. You loved him. You loved him. You loved him.  

Did he love you? Could he? Could anyone?  

Your breath hitched and you tightened your fingers around Namjoon’s arm, nails digging into his soft flesh. You could feel it welling, this feeling, these tears, brimming in your eyes, sticking to your lashes. 

The moment the first fell was the moment it all came loose. You came, cursing and crying, your body writhing, Namjoon firm and solid and stable around you. You came, hot and harried, clutching him to you like a buoy, as he held you secure and safe as he always had. You came unfastened, unbuckled, apart at the seams, flopping into him, just crying now, just crying.  

“Baby...”  

His voice was as soft as his body was not.  

“Are you ok?” 

You nodded, desperate for him to believe you as you continued to sob. He placed a hand on your head, stroking gently, the other rubbing small circles into your back.  

“It’s ok,” he whispered. “You’re ok.” 

And you loved him more because that was all he said. He didn’t push you for answers, didn’t make you reassure him. He held you and soothed you and let you be sweaty and naked and messy in his arms.  

You were shivering with the cold before the tears on your cheeks had dried. You both wordlessly re-dressed and snuggled under the bedsheets, still clinging to each other. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.  

You knew he already knew the answer. No.  

“I’m fine,” you answered, muffled against his hoodie.  

“Can we talk about it tomorrow?”  

You nodded, because it was easier to just say yes now, to push the issue into the future. You could avoid it then, too.  

* 

Sleep didn’t come. You knew it wouldn’t, even though the cold made you tired, even though you could still feel Namjoon in every one of your muscles. You looked at Namjoon, at his face, peaceful as he slept. Not snoring, not right now. Tipped on his side, broad shoulders curled inwards. You thought about what he might see if your places were reversed. Did you look cute as you slept? Could he have lain and felt like he could look at you forever? Did it make his blood feel sweet inside him, having you close to him?  

It felt impossible. Too easy. Everyone had said it was. Namjoon had said it was. Some of it had been easy, you thought. Maybe. The parts where it was you and him and no one else. The parts when you forgot to be self-conscious, forgot to supervise yourself so strictly. The parts when you just let yourself have it—happiness—even if you didn’t think you deserved it. 

You looked towards the window, where that curious glow of snow was sneaking around the edges of the curtains. It was still dark outside, but snow had a light of its own somehow, a peculiar way of shining by itself.  

You slipped carefully out of bed, wrapping your arms around yourself, and went to look. You pulled the curtain back and it was still snowing. Fat flakes fluttering slowly to the ground which was perfectly smooth and white. Unblemished. Untarnished. A blank slate. 

You looked at the dark lump of Namjoon’s body under the covers. You were a blank slate. You had said that. Namjoon brought colour onto it. You had said that. You looked out at this perfect snowfall, the silent padding as it placed itself gently on the ground. A blank slate. Beautiful. No one had disturbed it. Not even a creature.  

You had thought of your blank slate as empty. Blank because it held nothing. Blank with a freedom that scared you because you had been worn down and made to fear it. Your blankness made you hollow and worthless.  

But this snow wasn’t. It was full. It was generous. It was giving itself to the earth. You had chosen. You had made your choice and it was Namjoon. Was always going to be Namjoon from the moment you had met him. And you had stopped fighting that.  

You thought you had stopped fighting it but you had only paused. You stopped fighting it until you started again, until love blossomed in your heart just as everything on the surface started to bury itself underground. The richness and fullness of your own spring felt wrong, at odds with the earth and at odds with what you knew. What you had come to expect. What you had come to believe was all you would ever have.  

You looked at the snow. You looked at Namjoon. You practised. 

“I love you,” you said, barely more than mouthing the words but they still felt loud in the blanketed silence of the room. “I love you.”  

You looked at the snow. Still perfect. Fewer flakes coming down now, the sky no longer heavy with clouds. You had been so intent on the snow that you hadn’t noticed the moon: bigger and brighter than you’d seen it before. This was what Namjoon had wanted to see.  

“Hey,” you said, gently shoving against his shoulder.  

He groaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes. 

“What’s up?” 

“Come.” 

You tugged on his hand, pulled him out of bed. 

“Look,” you urged, pointing at the moon.  

Namjoon’s response was hummed as he adjusted to being awake. He shivered and pulled you into his body, back to his chest, arms around your waist.  

“The moon,” he said eventually. 

“Yeah, the super one.” 

“Frosty.” 

“Huh?” 

“Uh, it’s called the Frosty moon, I think. If I were awake, I’d remember.” 

You smiled and placed your hands over his, leaning your head back against him. 

“I love you.” 

Namjoon laughed and you froze, rigid as he let you go, as he turned you around. His hands moved to your face and he kissed you, warm and soft, a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“I love you,” he replied, kissing you once more before he laughed again. “I fucking love you.” 

“You do?” Your voice was whisper thin, air caught in your throat. 

“Yes, I do! I love you!” 

The bubble of worry in your chest popped and it all disappeared, all that fear, all that doubt. He loved you. He fucking loved you.  

“I love you,” you repeated, looking at him this time.  

Even in the early-morning darkness, you could see his eyes sparkle, see the dimples in his cheeks. He mouthed the words back at you, picked you up and carried you back over to the bed. He wrapped himself tightly around you, lips against the back of your neck, your shoulder, your jaw.  

“I didn’t want to rush you,” he said. “I didn’t want to put any pressure on you, so I wanted you to say it first but, fuck-” he laughed again- “fuck, I’ve wanted to tell you so badly.” 

“You have?” 

“Yes, baby. I love you. I really fucking love you.”  

“I love you.” 

You stared through the darkness at your hands, clasped together just in front of you. The words felt fuller than you ever thought they could. You had thought they would feel like something being taken from you, like they would open up a hole inside you and leave you bereft but they didn’t. Each time you said it, you felt filled up. With every repetition of the words, you felt more whole. Coming together. Being brought together inside yourself, all your little broken pieces.  

You loved him. He loved you.  

You fell asleep quickly and slept soundly until late morning. 

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

"The only time Meghan was “mobbed” by paparazzi as Diana and Kate were was at the February 2019 baby shower in New York City when they camped out outside her hotel. That was the only time they cared about her to that extent, and many people suspect the paparazzi and media were only there in the first place was because Meghan had specifically called them to be there."

I know this to be fact. One of the pro-Meghan blogs even posted about having insider daily updates about Meghan's itinerary, timing of exits and returns to the hotel, whivh restaurants in NYC Meghan and her friends would visit and exact time of their bookings. The blog received updates on her clothing and even which friends she would be hanging out with. 

That blogger aside, a PR friend of mine here in the UK whose firm works like Sunshine Sachs to astroturf the media was receiving daily emails from Markle's hollywood team with details above with instructions to astroturf UK media. - i don't feel guilty revealing this now though i won't reveal which firm did this. 

The funniest thing is that the hotel has special entrances for celebrities to avoid the paps, and Meghan refused to use them. Later DM made a FOIA request to state dept and obtained notes therein of Narkle refusing to use the side entrances and the discreet pap avoiding entrances. 

If you look at the pictures, there is a press pen at the entrance being used by Markle which isn't something you see for other bigger celebrities. 

Also, Natalie Portman was at the hotel at the same time and only got papped/ published once.

The resulting Markle photos and videos are very interesting because they are closesly cropped so that you see the bank of paps squeezed into the press pen which hives impression of Markle being swarmed, but in real time as it was happening, videos and photos showing wider angle revealee that there weren't that many paps - a tiny fraction of the number who used to swarm Suri Cruise and Katie Holmes, but also there were hardly any public interested in the melee caused by the show Markle put on for the paps. This is a Markle specialty when she's controlling the media narrative.

Harold almost ruined it though because he carried out an event at a soup kitchen type charity called Fit and Fed and the Sussex Royal IG account published his pictures with a caption about alleviating food poverty as his wife was astroturfing the Media with her expensive lifestyle babyshower. 

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a26407401/prince-harry-fit-and-fed-london-visit/

*******

Good for you that you can confirm this but until I see and confirm the receipts for myself, it’s still speculation. Nothing against you, anon. It’s just the good ol’ “trust but verify” internet policy.

I do remember the website getting advance details. Everyone was using it for their stories about the weekend.

[silvyysthings]

Tom Cruise abandoned his daughter Suri that he had with Katie Holmes. And Brad Pitt has a strained relationship with his 6 kids and this year one of his daughter's decided to legally change her last name by dropping Pitt. It's so sad.

Armie chose to get sober before it affected his kids like Brad. And he's in his kids lives unlike Tom. Maybe the anon said she thinks they listened to Armie's podcast because of their parenting struggles but Brad and Tom need more than a podcast to heal relationships with their kids imo

I'm happy for Armie that he is close with his kids.

He's a great great man , they can only learn from him

[anonnikulaphon]

dinner party

Timeline: 2024 October 21st, Monday evening. Location: Sangchareon's ancestral home outside Bangkok. Attire: See this post. Boy is looking good, dressed but showing off so much skin at the same time 😏 With: @reddevildaeng and his and Red's families

Red was finally discharged from the hospital, after nearly twenty days of recovery despite most of his wounds being superficial. The doctors had kept Red a little longer, in the hopes that his missing memory would return, but it looked like that wouldn't happen. Anon didn't mind that - these past few weeks with Red had been the best he had ever spent with the man. There was no animosity or hatred between them, and Red actually wanted to talk to Anon and spend time with him. There was sweetness between them, and Anon never thought he'd get with Red before the man had had his accident.

Anon just hoped that if Red's memories did come back, the time they spent now would be enough to push out whatever prejudices his fiancée had for him in the past.

Both the Sangchareon and Nikulaphon families were excited to welcome Red back to his home, organising a dinner party in the evening in celebration of the man's recovery. The two families had not been together since the engagement almost a month prior, and the reunion was a happy one for almost everybody in attendance. Anon's nieces and nephews were entertaining his mother-in-law, while his grandfather and parents were in conversation with his father-in-law - who was doing much better after his heart attack - and P'Dan. Suri was... Anon didn't know, honestly. They made eye contact, and that was it.

After dinner, Red took Anon into a private room of his home, away from the laughter and chatter of their combined families.

"P'Red, what are we doing here?" Anon asked, curiosity in his voice as they sat next to each other on the couches of the guest living room, his smiles coming more easily to his lips these days. "Was it getting too overwhelming for you, with everyone?" Red had been in a quiet hospital room for days now, so Anon thought that maybe he wanted some time away from the noise of their families.

Anon had been sitting beside Red a lot, these days. And the other never made a motion to push him away, usually instead trying to draw him forward. Most of Red's injuries had healed, but he still wore some of his bruises from his accident on his skin - yet, it didn't take away from the man's handsomeness. Anon had become even better acquainted, with Red's gorgeous face, and now, seated beside him on the couch, was no different.

[agentnatesewell]

if you had to put each of your detectives in a different genre (ex. historical romance, sci-fi, horror, etc) who would you put in which?

Hello, hello! Thank you for such a fun question!

Surina Batra - Suri would absolutely go into a historical romance. I’ve had a lot of daydreams of placing her and Nate in some sort of story - but what kind of historical romance!! Shes definitely not one to want to follow the rules of the ladies on the marriage mart in the ton, so she might take on a sub genre role of a maid, a widow, or just more of a rebellious lady. The story would have great plot and development (of course something wild in the third act), and be full of desire, love, and steamy steam

Layla Yaseen - Layla would be in a mystery novel. One with a focus/lean on science and forensics, as her alternative career would to be some sort of physician. Of course, she would be paired up with someone as head strong as her, whose very presence presents a challenge, and there will be an undercurrent of romance. This story would have plenty of clues and red herrings to keep the reader engaged - more of a modern, updated Agatha Christie

Dinah Greene - Dinah would be in a story which is a mix of contemporary romance, dark humor, and horror. Her whole thing is being approachable on the outside, but being so sarcastic when one gets to talking to her that only a few people happen to make it in, and to those she is loyal to, even if she doesn’t exactly understand what the draw is. So, a funny sort of horror book and she makes several references throughout about how she is the final girl (spoiler alert, she is)

Penelope Lane - Penny would find herself in a hybrid fantasy and adventure story! Maybe or maybe not supernatural, it could lean towards The Ten Thousand Doors of January (an extension of our world) or Legends and Lattes (its own world, supernaturals) - which are two very different stories! Penny is friendly yet intimidating at first, and I think that’ll do her well as she proceeds along the excitement and plot (which lends you resilience in finding truth or opening up a new idea such as a coffee shop - against two very different stories!)

[pavus]

AUUGHHHH SURI IS SO GORGEOUS????? WHATTT???? CAN YOU DROP THE MOD LIST CUZ IM IN AWE??? ive never seen ANYONE successfully make a pretty dwarf in inquisition before. my jaw is on the floor. i just fell to my knees in a walmart parking lot.

🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much, precious anon! i appreciate it so much - i've fallen absolutely in love with her, lmao. i'm so deeply unwell about my girl. i can absolutely drop the mods i used, though!

complexion: venus from this mod. hair: orianna from this mod. eyebrows: you can find them here. tattoo: you can find it here. makeup: you can find it here.

[mortemhq]

[ ANONYMOUS ASKED ... ] MW fcs?

OF COURSE, ANON! sorry that this took so long. i just wanted to make sure i had a lot of suggestions for you! buckle up for a big list! i'd love to see: emma d'arcy, quintessa swindell, dua saleh, poppy liu, asia kate dillon, lizeth selene, emma corrin, janelle monae, yaya dacosta, liv hewson, celeste o'connor, zion moreno, aj clementine, jessie mei li, serena motola, mimi keene, nana komatsu, davika hoorne, chase sui wonders, maia reficco, chandler kinney, zaria simone, ayo edebiri, lola tung, anya chalotra, maggie q, benjamin bratt, jaz sinclair, laura harrier, zendaya, courtney eaton, hunter schafer, jessica henwick, medalion rahimi, simone ashley, khadijha red thunder, zion moreno, amita suman, olivia cooke, ella purnell, sophie thatcher, yasmin finney, rachel zegler, bruna marquezine, taylor russell, alisha boe, antonia gentry, ashley moore, naomi scott, natasha liu bordizzo, melis sezen, hande ercel, aslihan malbora, havana rose liu, amy adams, jessica alexander, grace van dien, danielle rose russell, sarah snook, adria arjona, ayo edebiri, bahar sahin, jasmin savoy brown, anne hathaway, michelle yeoh, anya taylor-joy, lucy liu, viola davis, ming na wen, sandra oh, gemma chan, maddie phillips, park sooyoung, jamie chung, tati gabrielle, sydney park, hoyeon jung, brittany o'grady, lily gladstone, savannah lee smith, nicola coughlan, greta onieogou, kylie verzosa, moon gayoung, madeleine madden, ni ni, alba flores, gugu mbatha raw, adeline rudolph, cierra ramirez, kiki layne, ryan destiny, zoey luna, lovie simone, blu hunt, park sooyoung, im jinah, samantha logan, tessa thompson, mint ranchwaree, yara shahidi, zorzo natharuetai, sobhita dhulipala, mookda narinrak, namtan tipnaree, nychaa nuttanicha, pat chayanit, nadine lustre, wawwa nicha, maris racal, ayca aysin turan, may calamawy, megan suri, banita sandhu, priscilla quintana, brianne tju, melis pamuk, camila mendes, demet ozdemir, sophia ali, bree kish, maddison bailey, jeremy allen white, tamino amir, mena massoud, archie renaux, evan mock, dev patel, taylor zakhar perez, tommy martinez, maxence danet fauvel, rege jean page, kiowa gordon, d'pharaoh woon-a-tai, derek luh, apo nattawin, tom blyth, freddy carter, deniz can aktas, emre bey, ilhan sen, josh o'connor, mike faist, joseph quinn, manny jacinto, callum turner, alex landi, barry keoughan, paul mescal, rami malek, simone baldasseroni, woo dohwan, yahya abdul mateen ii, mason gooding, cody christian, michael evans behling, jordan gonzalez, drew ray tanner, ito hideaki, peter gadiot, gong yoo, michael b jordan, hugh dancy, ben whishaw, swann arlaud, froy gutierrez, alex meraz, emilio sakraya, rahul kohli, oscar isaac, peter gadiot, jonathan daviss, danny ramirez, kento yamazaki, omar sy, cillian murphy, oliver jackson-cohen, brian michael smith, idris elba, william jackson harper, and lewis tan.

[baticeer-sims]

Hair retexture requests for anon! I thought both of these would suit unnaturals well, so they each have 10 unnatural colors along with my usual set of 15 natural swatches.

🦩 Simpliciaty Sury

TF-EF, 9.0k poly

Download on SFS

🦩 S-Club N4

All ages M, 18.5k poly

I included mesh edit by @antoninko, but it should work fine with the original mesh if you preferred the look of that one (you can see a comparison in anton's post)

Download on SFS

CREDITS: @polygonbeach, Antoninko, Martini (mesh conversions), io, pooklet (textures), io, pooklet, digi, kotangens, blackswan-sims, furbyq (color actions)

[redcreekfm]

mw fcs?

          𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ! we prepared this in advance , and since the list is rather long , i'll leave it under the cut for you anon ! here are our most wanted fcs , in no particular order , semi sorted by age :

MWM 21+

mason gooding , charles melton , thomas weatherall , taylor zakhar perez , harris dickinson , avan jogia , damian hardung , archie renaux , alex fitzalan , lorenzo zurzolo , daniel ezra , drew starkey , jacob elordi , cha eunwoo , kim seok-woo , rudy pankow , damson idris , keith powers , kim minkyu , woo dohwan , sean teale , fabien frankel , antonio cipriano ,  jeong yunho , jacob anderson , callum turner , bill skarsgard , win metawin , danny ramirez , clinton liberty , xolo maridueña , jonhatan daviss , michael evans behling , nam joohyuk , cody christian , felix mallard , charlie  plummer , luke pasqualino , paul mescal , bright vachirawit , nick robinson , kubilay aka , evan mock , emilio sakraya , david iacono , broderick hunter , alp navruz , berk cancan , deniz can aktas , mert ramazan demir , byeon woo seok , kento yamazaki , kim jiwoong , d'pharaoh woon-a-tai , owen teague , noah lalonde , assad zaman , toby wallace , richard harmon , lakeith stanfield , song kang , dev patel , dominic fike , enzo vogrincic , park solomon , apo nattawin , joe keery , kiowa gordon , aaron piper , kofi siriboe , raymond ablack , kim min-jae , froy gutierrez , john boyega , jeremy allen white , logan lerman , jung jaehyun , matthew broome , tom blythe , mackenyu , michael  cimino .

MWF 21+

julia dalavia , ayo edebiri , jenna ortega , quannah chasinghorse , zion moreno , benedetta porcaroli , kitty chicha , taylor russell , giovana cordeiro , rabia soytürk ,  khadijha red thunder , moon gayoung , go minshi , davika hoorne , alice pagani , maris racal , kawennáhere devery jacobs , aubri ibrag , anya chalotra , sophie thatcher , ashley liao , nicole wallace , chase sui wonders , park sooyoung , ashley moore , jung hoyeon , melissa barrera , zendaya , jessica alexander , hunter schafer , mikey madison , madelyn cline , savannah lee smith , yang hyeji , ellie bamber , lizeth selene , yara shahidi , diana silvers , jung somin , samantha logan , margaret qualley , bahar sahin , aslihan malbora , halston sage , choi heejin , jasmin savoy brown , alva bratt , olivia holt , ayca aysin turan , melisa asli pamuk , odessa young , silan turkoglu , sobhita dhulipala , simay barlas , brianne tju , greta onieogou , bae ganghee , özge yağız , han sohee , jeon jong seo , yandah sallah , cierra ramirez , elle fanning , havannah rose liu , jennie kim , lola tung , madison bailey , maia refico , lily-rose depp , jane de leon , alisha boe , india eisley , ella purnell , milena tscharntke , daisy edgar jones , seychelle gabriel , laura harrier , grace van dien , sadie sink , kathryn bernardo , victoria pedretti , courtney eaton , maya hawke , emily rudd , kristine froseth , simone ashley , christian serratos , bruna marquezine , sadie soverall , krystal jung , laura kariuki , katherine mcnamara , adria arjona , eva de dominci , megan suri , niamh mccormack , anna sawai , pinar deniz , zorzo natharuetai , anya taylor joy , sarah gustafsson , seo yeji , antoinette robertson , derya pinar ak , celeste o'connor , amber midthunder , sofia carson , lovie simone , sasha calle , im jinah , adeline rudolph , ryan destiny , kim yerim , sasha luss , yaya urassaya , nana komatsu , neslihan atagül , paulina singer , ju jingyi , sasha lane , valentina zenere , camila mendes , amita suman , keke palmer , olivia cooke , isabela merced , gigi zumbado , frida gustavsson , samara weaving .

MWM 35+

oliver jackson-cohen , serkan çayoğlu , boyd holbrook , manny jacinto , santiago cabrera , kyle gallner , kim jihoon , oscar isaac , kivanc tatlitug , tom ellis , max riemelt , seo in guk , garrett hedlund , daniel sharman , ben barnes , lee je hoon , theo james , robert pattinson , gong yoo , lee pace , max irons , rahul kohli , shiloh fernandez , collin o’donoghue , daniel henney , tom hardy , sebastian stan , regé-jean page , nick sagar , michael b jordan , dan stevens .

MWF 35+

angela sarafyan , sophie cookson , ni ni , deniz baysal , katie mcgrath , keira knightley , lily gladstone , hazal filiz küçükköse , sonoya mizuno , rebecca ferguson , deborah ann woll , ming xi , lee dahee , nathalie emmanuel , ana de armas , angelina jolie , lupita nyong'o , anne hathaway , lea seydoux , yoghurt  nattasha .

MWM 50+

mads mikkelsen , colman domingo , timothy olyphant , idris elba , mahershala ali

MWF 50+

melissa mcbride , mädchen amick , rachel weisz , courtney cox , michelle yeoh

[mudboy-eliot]

Heya! Eliot reporting from Gateon Port!

Finally caved in to social pressure and made a Rotomblr blog.

My name is Eliot [they/them], I’m a Ground type specialist by choice and a Poison type specialist by accident.

I recently moved to a small ranch house in Orre, just outside of Gateon. My home region is just south of Orre, but I’ve actually been living in Hoenn for the last few years, so it’s taken me a while to get used to the dry hot weather again.

I love walking through nature, taking pictures and sketching what I see, so expect to see some pictures and sketches from my hikes around here. I often just post my Pokémon sightings to poryNaturalist, so make sure to look there if you’re interested in my wildlife photography. Orre seems to be such an interesting region and I’m really looking forward to explore it.

Feel free to send asks! I’d love to interact with other Pokémon enthusiasts.

Pelipper Mail, Musharna Mail and Union Circle are on

Malice, Unmails and Magic Anons are off

Battle Team:

Kipp [Swampert | Male]: My beloved starter. He is very playful and loyal, he looks out for me and I look out for him. He is as adventurous as I am, so we go out into the wilderness together a lot. He believes he is still lap dog sized despite being almost as tall as me when on all fours.

Nettle [Sandslash | Female | Poison Tera]: Found her on 113 while collecting some ash for a flute. She has gotten us out of many sticky situations, both in and outside of battle. She is very athletic and so very proud of her skills. She has quite a couple poison type moves in her arsenal, but we actually didn’t find out she had a poison tera type until our trip to Paldea.

Flan [Clodsire | Female]: Speaking of my trip to Paldea, that’s where I found this lovely gal. She is such a foodie, I always take her to market so we can try some new berries and regional treats.

Grub [Piloswine | Male]: Got him as an egg from a daycare. Grub is so sweet and clingy you could get cavities. He always wants to play, cuddle or just hang out near you and he will bring to you things he things you’ll like (which are mostly cool rocks and sticks).

Ankles [Flygon | Male]: Caught him in 111 as a Trapinch and my ankles suffered the consequences. I thankfully managed to train him to stop biting and now he just gives soft, playful nips. Despite not being an active threat to everyone’s feet anymore, he is still very sassy and will let you know when he’s displeased in the pettiest of way. Let’s say my shoes have mysteriously disappeared more than once, but it’s all in good fun.

Non-Battlers:

Lily [Glameow | Female]: She’s an old lady, used to be really active and adventurous, but now she just loafs around the house. She’s really sweet, a real cuddle bug. Another Pokémon scratched off the cornea of her left eye before she decided to stay with my family, so now she is half blind.

Katy [Nincada | Female]: One of the first Pokémon I caught. Found her just off of Rustboro while I was running some errands. There was a connection at first sight and I knew I had to catch her. She’s such a little mischievous little imp, always hiding in the greenery or beneath the ground, playing pranks on me and my other Pokémon.

Sephie [Phanpy | Female]: This safari zone cutie has won so many contests. She’s just delightful. She has a knack for theatrics and acrobatics so she basically choreographs her routines herself, I’m mostly just here to help her shine.

Worm [Barboach | Male]: Caught him while fishing near Mauville. He doesn’t really do much, kinda just hangs around in the pond or his tank. He is very cuddly, tho.

Suri [Rockruff | Male]: Such a silly little guy. Raised him since he was a hatchling. He is really rambunctious and very prone to zoomies. When he was very young, he would stand on his hind legs and look around, just like a Watchog.

Nook [Venomoth | Male]: He just kinda appeared one day inside my house as a Venonat. He is very chill, just kinda hanging out in the greenery.

Varo [Grafaiai | Female]: Also caught her on my trip to Paldea. As an artist, I consider her a kindred spirit. She’s the perfect museum partner. She really enjoys surrealist paintings and always tries to replicate them in her murals.

Jack [Clobbopus | Male | Ghost Tera | Anhilape genes]: He came in from Clay’s Pokemon Ranch on Sinnoh and is still trying to adjust. He is very timid, so for now he is living in a box he found on my living room.

Doozy [Skitty | Female | Fiorean variant] Newest arrival! Rescue from Alola.

// Hello! I’m Eddie [he/they], the actual person behind the blog. If you enjoy my art, you can find more at @reimagining-johto for pokemon redesigns and @eddies-silly-art-gallery for other art!

I also run @prof-nuytsia where I’ll be talking about Pokémon biology and making adoptables.

Tag glossary:

#rotomblr, #pokemon irl, #pokeblogging, etc: these are your standard RP tags

#mudboy eliot: original content tag

#rapidashboard: reblog tag

#asks: ask tag

#poryNaturalist: in-universe nature photography

#snaps: in-universe general photography

#sketchbook: in-universe sketchbook drawings