#tassle heels

[bunniebi]

"So?"

>"I can probably let you slide"

>"I'll make room, just for you." ♥

[pebbleisgay]

@blogtheowldemonblr 's newest blorbo, fresh out the frying pan, Lenore.

she's been escaping me for weeks but finally ive caught her

cowboy witch lets go

[kerryjanesblog]

Diamante tassled mini dress. Perhaps a little too risqué for me, sadly but she brings it off!!

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Bella Barnet from PINTEREST

[dirtytransmasc]

[mild tw for marital rape/forced 'consent' its only referenced a little, but it feels necessary to mention it]

imagine Alicent only standing up for herself when Aegon is in the picture. Imagine her talking her son to her chambers cause he's fussy and won't go down for bed and was asking for his mum, and she has him tucked close, blissfully asleep, and Viserys calls for her.

she knows she can't refuse, but she tells the servant he had sent to make him aware of Aegon's state. he still demands that she be brought to his chambers and that the babe go back to his nursemaid. she looks down at her baby, who's now woken due to the disturbance, who is staring up at her with soft tired eyes, a little yawn escaping him.

she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to be forced to take her husband, to pleasure him at her own discomfort. she doesn't want to leave her son, to have him sent back to bed where he will remain restless and in the care of someone who is not his mother. she had never want to refuse more than she did in that moment.

she hesitates, her facade falters. Aegon is still looking up at her as tears well up in her eyes. he quirks his head at her, fingers reaching for her cheeks as if to comfort her. with a sudden conviction, she takes him in her arms, rising from the bed, requesting a robe and a blanket. when her servant looks at her in question, she clarifies that she will be taking Aegon with her and does not wish to rouse him in attempts to dress him. they look at her with shock, but don't voice the concern written on their faces.

they bring her Viserys's favorite robe. Alicent recognizes it from her time with Rhaenyra and Aemma. she's worn it before, Viserys has made sure the servants bring it to her every time he requests her. she hates the way it feels against her skin, knowing why he makes her wear it. she wraps aegon in his blanket, soft and royal blue, his hands beginning to play with its golden tassles as she tucks him inside her robe, pressed to her chest with care.

even as fear bites at her heels, anxiety churning her stomach, she walks to Viserys's chamber with her held high. she knows she is only asking for her husband's wrath; she knows she should just obey him, but she just can't. her son will not suffer a sleepless night and horrid following day all because her husband feels the need to use her body once more. he will not suffer at his father's hands tonight, even if she has to endure Viserys's anger for it.

she enters her husband's chambers, finding him in bed, in a white night gown, clearly ready to use her; he was never subtle when he asked for her, not even the first time.

she pauses in the doorway, pulling back the robe slightly, making him aware of Aegon's presence. she watches his face fall, barely muted anger. she holds onto Aegon tighter. part of her fears he may hurt her for this disturbance, but more of her fears he will hurt Aegon on her behalf.

"I told the damned servants to take him," his voice is warped and cruel, just an angry scowl of sorts.

"Aegon is not well, dear husband... I could not leave him," she admits before he can say anything else. she puts her foot forward as a mother, hoping to claim mercy from the man who made her one.

he mutters something in response, not quite loud enough for her to hear. she has a feeling she is grateful for that.

"what was it you needed, my dear?" she tries to sound sweet and kind, in attempts to abate his anger, "I'm sure I could still attend to it."

"you know what I wanted," he yelled. it had been the first time he'd truly raised his voice to her. she couldn't help but gasp, stepping back one step, than two, stopping when Aegon began to fuss, curling around him instead.

"Please Viserys, the baby." she ducks her head down to press her against his whispy white hair. her son his huffing, as if about to cry, and she's sure if she could see his face, his little cheeks would be red and his eyes would be crinkled and wet, his lip puckered. she begins to rock him slightly, still afraid to move.

"your'e dismissed," he grunts, but his tone gives it away. she knows he doesn't mean it, the if she leaves she will be in more trouble. she questions staying, calling a servant to take Aegon and giving him what he wants, but decides against it. he would not come before her son, not now, not ever.

"I'm sorry, my dear, another night, when I do not have Aegon to tend to," she forces some cheer into her tone, "he is still so young, so helpless. he needs his mother. I'm sure you understand?"

"he is not the only one in need of you." he had not lost his anger yet. not even for the sake of his son.

"yes, of course. forgive me. only he is not as understanding as you, my love." that wasn't the truth, Aegon was more kind and understanding at a year old, than viserys was in all of his years. "I will leave now. I am sorry for the disturbance."

she pauses for a moment, waiting for her husbands reaction. when he doesn't lash out at her, she breathes a quiet sigh of relief, feeling as though she has evaded a great beast. her heart calms in her chest, slowing from its fluttering and her stomachs stops its dizzing ache. she questions turning and running, fleeing from his presence before he can change his mind, but knows better.

she hurries to his side, eyeing him all the while, each step calculated, avoiding cracking any eggshells, until she is close enough to kiss his cheek. he allows it, and gives Aegon grace when he reaches out for him, letting him play with his finger a moment, before pulling it away, not even turning away fully before sneering. she takes that as her cue to leave, this one being much more genuine than the last.

"goodnight dear husband." he says nothing. she takes Aegon's little hand, waving it slightly, "say goodnight Aegon."

her son tries to imitate her, though unintelligible, as a toddler would. she continues to smile and coo at him even when his father ignores him, not letting him feel his father's scorn, quickly turning towards the door and back to her own chambers.

the second the door is close she feels herself sag, she would have fallen to the floor right then and there had there not been kingsgaurd watching. instead she holds her head high once more, walking calm and steady, like a queen should.

Aegon settles his forehead against her collar, giving a great yawn against her skin. she smiles at him fondly, kissing his brow, earning a tired little giggle from him. it hits her that he is unaware of the trouble he just saved her from. she feels equal parts relief as she does terror; she hopes he never knows, never understands, but is so so thankful for it none the less.

the second she steps into her chambers she pulls of the robe, setting it aside carefully despite the pain it brings her, respecting the memories it carried. she pulls back the covers before smothering her and her son amongst them. he's quick to curl against her, quite tuckered out after their harrowing adventure, even if he was unaware of its true weight. she herself still wanted to cry, but was similarly too tired to keep her eyes open for another moment. tomorrow, she tells herself, tomorrow will be difficult, but tonight you have your son, tonight you have a chance to rest.

so she does, she holds him close, tracing fingers over the gold threaded patterned of his blanket, feeling the shifting of his chest as he breathes and the tickle of his hair against her neck. all is well in that moment. she drifts to sleep at the thought.

[shirebarbie]

i was tagged by @lady-of-imladris @madwomansapologist @starladyy tysm my babes 💕🌹

i will tag @coraleethroughthelookingglass @sotwk @fenharel-enaste @wynder-struck @ratboywinter

@aidansloth @autistook @emmyspov @hediiiiedlottie

[missamyrisa2]

I have been a fan of your blog for so long, Miss Amy, but have always been wayyy to nervous to interact! That being said, I wanted to tell you I am SO in love with your machine tickle scenarios! Especially anything with plenty of soft feathers and brushes… 💞

Awwwee darlingggg~!! I'm sooo flattered alwayssss and I would sayyyy don't worry you can always interact but I knowww how it goess~ I'm always a bashful messss any time I send someone an ask or comment~

Which just means you neeeed my Tickle Therapy bottttt to pay you a visitttt~ oooh don't worry that's just the sound of her hovering into your door with that slightly glitchyyy gitchy voiceee ~ "Time for your wellnessss sessssion~" she chimes, her shining pink sphere body smiling brightly as the padded clampy arms slide out with a woosh. Robotic hands in soft gloves spring out ahead of them and begin poking and adoring your blushy self, happily stripping away your clothes and stroking your cheeks and bellyyy while the bot moves in closer. Two hands teasingly descend carrying your tickle therapy outfit ~ the adorable pink fuzzy undies with dangly tickly tassles on either side. A team of hands is lifting and positioning you as per their protocol with beeps and whirrrsss, the soft soft fabric gliding up your legs to gently snugly rest on your royal area~

"Now, if you would juuuuust cooperate~" I lean into the room, tablet in hand as the clamps engaging on your wrists to hold you upright. "Mmmh. Mmhmmm~ tickle spotsss~" I muse, drawing my tablet pen up your wriggling body. "That's what I thoughttt~ riiight along hereee~" My pen glides up your ribs to your armpits as the bot follows with her scanner, beeping away and rumbling through tool selections. "Uh uhhhh~ riight down here toooo~ we'll need a full workup and yeahhh let's just get the big ~package~" I smirk, dipping my pen into my long white coat's pocket before grasping your side thoughtfully, my thumb carefully rubbing to feel for those squirms.

"Ta ta~~ enjoyyyyy" I grin, waving my fingers at you and patting my bot on the head, just as her compartments spring open revealing a swarm of feathers and supple makeup brushes. Two feathers begin cresting along your underarms in long strokes, while a blush brush glides across your waistline from hip to hip ~ tiny lip brushes begin detailing up your ribs, tracing each one carefully while a stiff feather tip carefully traces circles around your navel~

"Increase wellness capacity ~ deploying additional brushes ~ begin scrubbing procedure~" The bot announces, the lower compartments producing matching clampies for your ankles as you're lifted and positioned on your back, the tools following your movement and squirm. Her shining metal body hovers intently near your face, the smile taunting your ticklishness and encouraging it as verbal teases begin. "Ticklishness~!!" she declares, sending the scrubby brushes down to start working your soles from heel to toes, pausing at each end to stimulate thoroughly. At your belly the feather dips into your navel to probe about, and is then replaced with a mascara wand which glides in and begins twirling slowly ~ The feathers at your underarms move down to start teasing your royal chest buttons with wispy strokes while the lip brushes engage in painting along the rims of your pits working inward~

"Tickly tickly toooo~" She hums away, sending more implements to work your writhing body and extract all your giggles and gasps. Fluffy puffs tease at your neck and ears, and swishing dusters start trailing up your legs from knees to thighs and back down. "I'm going to tickly tickly toooo~" her not-quite-right teasing continues to warble away, the brushes moving from your feet up to your armpits for a gentle tickly scrubbing from underarms to upper ribs while feathers follow to your shining clean feet to carefully insert between toes and wave over your inner sole.

"Begin buffing procedure~" She suddenly announces, having received a command from my tablet. The buzz of orbital brushes begins, joined by wiggly clamps to carefully hold you by your hips. The clamps vibrate and tremble to not waste their grip, and the spinning brushes swirl up to begin their angular work on your bouncing tush~ coming in from each side to caress and whirl around, from under each cheek to your thigh backs and behind the knees ~ back up to tease at the small of your back and shoulders ~ and the army of makeup brushes and feathers at your front side are all there to catch every buck and bounce. "Completing the full Miss Amy package protocol~"

Adding an even further layer to the tickles are robotic hands carrying fluffy feathers. They carefully start inserting each one under your cute tickle outfit panties, setting each at a specific position and angle so that the incoming buzzy mini wands can begin vibrating the ends of all those feathers. "giiitchgiitchyygooo~" the bot taunts, making sure you feel every one of those trembling feathers as they are held to your most royal area~

Somewhere in the haze of your laughs and gasps and squirms, you see me there again, inspecting and hmmming over your twitching thrashing self ~ and on my tablet I make sure you see as I begin checking everyyyy day off to schedule you for sooo many more wellness treatments~<3

[bambiraptorx]

Draxum and forced to watch from the ask game!

This one more or less fits into the My Circus My Turtles au.

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Big Mama smirks at him across her desk as he steps into her private viewing box, a sharpness in her eyes that makes his fur prickle underneath his armor. "I'm sure you're wondering why I invited you here, Draxy-poo."

His ear twitches involuntarily. Titan, how he hates that nickname. "What game are you playing this time?"

She laughs behind an elegantly manicured hand. "My, how direct! I'm not playing anything! I just want you to see this thrashy-diddle, I think you'll find it absolutely rivulicious."

"To watch a fight. Really. You invited me here in the middle of a school day to watch a fight. I am missing a class period for this." Not that his students will mind an impromptu day off, but the school's administration certainly will. Draxum exhales, slowly, lest she see it as a sigh and count it a victory. "I told you never to summon me unless it was important."

Big Mama smirks, the grin spreading slowly across her face like Draxum is the punchline of a joke she hasn't told yet. He doesn't like not getting the joke. "Oh, believe me, Draxy, it is." She stands from her chair and gestures toward the large window at the arena below them.

"Well? Look," she snaps, when he doesn't immediately move.

"Ugh, fine." He glances out the window for half a second, two fighters of different sizes facing off. Then looks again.

His ears start ringing, his hands clammy under his gauntlets.

That posture--he'd recognize that posture, the slight curve of that shell anywhere, even under a costume meant to disguise it. That's Demophon, that's one of his sons.

His eyes dart to the opponent, any identifying features similarly cloaked. But the movement, the choice of weapons--a pair of sais, so similar to the ones Ragnarok has started training with--

No, it's two of them.

Against each other.

He can't tear his eyes away from the sight. "How did you trick them into this?"

"Tricked, me? Why, I can't believe you'd ever accuse me of such meddle-doozing." Heels click across the floor and halt just behind his left side. "Now, I've got a scrumbulent little deal for you, Baron; I'll even let you renounce that old dibbity-debt if you can keep it. All you have to do is watch this tissle-tassle. No looking away, no closing your eyes, certainly no interfering: just watch. It's only a teensy little death match, after all. You've seen worse."

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ask game

[raaindropps]

[ID: A lined reference sheet of a character. At the top it's titled "Day - The Flying Bullet of Geludum". Day is a young, chinese man with short hair dyed in stripes. He is missing the bottom of his right leg, with a prosthetic in its place.

First are front and back drawings of Day. He wears a poncho with tassles on the end, baggy pants, tall boots, and an emblem around his leg. He also has a gun tied to his upper left thigh.

Around the canvas are focuses on specific parts of his outfit. One part shows his boots, with spikes. Next to it reads "Spikes on the bottom of shoes for grip". Under that is another drawing of his boot, with a knive sticking out from the front.

In the upper right corner is a focus on Day's hand in the poncho. The text reads "The poncho is double layered, providing an insulated interior."

On the left side are two drawings of a pistol, specifically the astra model 900.

Beside the guns are two drawings of Day under the poncho. He wears a jumpsuit that has the same emblem as on his leg. Just above that is an expression drawing of day looking behind him, angrily.

In the bottom shows Day's back, without clothing. He only wears heart boxers. Across from his left shoulder to the right knee is a large scar.

Beside that is a focus on the prosthetic. The prosthetic itself has a part to attach to Day's leg, and a long, thin strip that curves at the end as the leg and foot. The text reads "Different bases can be screwed on for different needs (walking on snow, skiing, etc.)"

Beside that shows the snow base, which has two flat faces where the heel and ball of the foot might put pressure. The text reads "most common base used. Acts as a snow shoe and disperses pressure".

In the lower left corner are multiple angles of a second prosthetic. This one looks more like a real leg, although still very sparce. Finally, just above that, is a bionic eye. /End ID]

[k-looking-glass-house]

📞📞Hi! Hello! Buenas tardes! I HOPE IT'S NOT LATE but feel free to ignore this if the time passed⌚

First CONGRATULATIONS!!! GOD YOUR DESIGNS ARE "JKNVJNDFSJDKLBVNVJJGVNDFV" [ translation: the pinnacle of aesthetics, good taste and creative design. Are you the deity of sewing and design?] you are a constant inspiration in the Dash!!! go for moreee!!! GOGO! You've got style, that's what all the girls say.🎶🎶 Satin sheets and luxuries so fine!!!🎶🎶

Second, heres is a Sam's sister one of trio 27 LUNA [ 1 - 2 ] I leave it there if you want... AND THANK YOU SO MUCH for this.

AGAIN FELICIDADES!!!!

Hola senorita missie Coco! Buenos dias, tardes, noches.... Bonjour xD!!

Nope not too late, (it's me I AM LATE WITH EVERYONE, I'm trying to catch up!!)

Thank you huh means a lot!!

Awghhrrr stawwwppp it *ghgngoirnginiiuhhhh* Not at all, not at all!! Why are you so kind!.....

Ah ah, I'll try my best!! Let's do our best Coco!!

*Madonna....yay darling!! It's K motivation music when sewing lol, with Jem and the holograms's songs*

Gawwhhh Luna yaaayyyy!! I'm so honoured!! Hope it will be to your taste!!

THANK YOU DEARIE!! YOU TOO ALSO FOR YOUR KO-FI!!

Go check the sweet lovely one Coco with her fine NRC staff fanservice, I mean art!

◾K:"Huuuuuhhhhhhhuuuhhhhhhhh Luuunaaaa-shammaaa!!" ◾Sam (bombastic side eye, criminal offensive side eye):"Holy corned beef, Luna-sama? Sama?? You barely ever called me master, let alone -sama? Oy...K..." ◾K:" Hn? Qui me parle? Who ish talking to me??" ◾Sam: "Tssskk, forget it! After all OLDER needs special treatment gnihehehee!" ◾K:"I have a dressh for tonight event at Subtley! Yesh...I want to party too! Sham too! Let'sh gOOOO! I also have an outfit for you Mashter Sham, "Amo de mi corazoooon"!" ◾Sam *pat pat*: Well come on Barb*e, let's go party! Let's ask Mister Crewel, we need a car! And let's go annoyed Sandra! Gneehihihi!"

... It's glitter...glitter and add more glitter!!

With tinyyyy ref to The Moon arcana, since she already has the dogs as her shadow "pet" familiar!!

"Shine bright like a diamond!"~

Diana Ross vibes, pretty but deadly can kill you with those heels, and strangle you out of the club with the tassles and veil ah ah! *kick those heels on "I'll do it~ Heidi Montag"!*

...Hope it's ok!

Again thanks Coco!!!

Take care!!

[fragileizywriting]

okay love maybe isn't stored in pricey, exponsive things, and she and adrien have gotten into arguments about it, but she can't deny the... allure. the salivation. the absolute zing that goes through her head after taking such a lovely tour of the louvre (special access because her boyfriend is special is so great!) and they're just meandering around, passing the gardens, going around again, and they end up in front of a louboutin store when the three of them are trying to decide what else to do on their lazy sunday.

just a gentle look over has her eyes dilating like an animal when she spots this on the dazzling, beautiful gold-and-acryllic stand.

scalloped, gradient, tall? she likes all of these things. it matches her horns. and it's tall, too. god, she likes it tall.

her face is almost blank as she admires it for a split second, willing to every ounce and mL of magic in her body to stop herself from pinging that she wants it.

god, she wants it.

there's no price tag anywhere on the acryllic stand— why would there be? that would be ridiculous— but she can't imagine it's anywhere near a sane number. luka asks if she's hungry and marinette smiles and nods and does her very very very very best to snap her eyes away and pay attention.

does she want italian? he asks. french, even?

there's a place, a hole in the wall a few blocks away that adrien heard some amazing things from, somewhere rich but casual, because marinette always feels a little silly whenever she walks into these rich people places wearing sandals and maxi skirts and old band teeshirts instead of actually wearing socially acceptable clothes to these things. she has pearls, god knows she does, but they always walk in to pearl-allowed places like they just got out of a roadtrip. no one dares refuse the prince of hell, but she does not like the attention that comes with wearing wrong clothes.

"whatever you both want," she tells them with a smile. looks like her magic somehow managed to hide it, after all. score! and yet... she's almost a little disappointed. "maybe let luka pick, though. he's been craving sushi for a while."

"you okay?" luka asks.

"i'm fine, why?"

"you're looking a little..." adrien searches for a word. "off."

she raises a brow. "'off'?"

"a little off."

"what's off?"

"you don't look sad, but you look a little sad."

"nothing's wrong," she laughs. "maybe i'm just hungry and tired."

luka looks concerned. "hungry? or hungry?"

"hungry. come on, angel, pick a place for us to go! don't stall!"

luka's busy typing in the address for the place they want to go, mumbling to himself how his thumbs are too big and he keeps hitting the wrong keys. she almost thinks she's gotten away with it— even if she wanted it, just how much is it? it's not like she'd have a place to wear something like this, anyway. a club probably isn't the place for such an expensive heel. and it's not like she works a desk job... and this definitely wouldn't be useful at the nursery. but adrien is perceptive. adrien is perceptive in the way she stares through the window out of the corner of her eyes, even though there's nothing on her face.

"huh," adrien simply says, as marinette fiddles with this little keychain tassle she made to put on her totebag. "that shoe looks pretty, huh?"

"y-yeah."

"the color reminds me of your horns," adrien continues. "it's a good height, too. anything taller and you'd be teetering forward."

"mmmhmm."

his gaze slides over to hers. green eyes blazing in the afternoon light. "how come you're hiding that you want this shoe, princess?"

"wh—"

"your wishes sound very clinical, which means you're doing your succubus magic to mask. what's going on, beautiful?"

great...

"have you bothered to look at the store brand?" with a point and a tap of her heel, she crosses her arms. "breathing in there costs two hundred euros. this shoe doesn't even have that little tag telling you how much it is! it's probably in the thousands—"

"it's a good thing we can afford it."

she squeaks. "adrien, no, we can't just—"

"—you're an empress," he tells her, pulling open the door. a giant hand finds a home on her lower back, just like usual, guiding her inside.

"not anymore!" she whispers.

"yes, you are. i'm getting you everything you should've had back then. come on, angel, put your phone down; i need to buy something real quick."

[aprincessdrunkonwhiterussians]

i had the most fucked dream last night it was actually insane and there are no words to describe it but like in a sentence pottery kel from kathnkim ramayana carpark drunk driving ariana grande sleepover aqua bowls cotton on high heels bestnless tassles sequins and a few other things i cant recall

[dbssh]

how would u make her look? like if u got to redesign her

so basically my biggest gripes are that she is so skinny waist and i find her outfit design really busy and also very lame. if i was going to redesign her but stick to the same general vibe as we have now i would simplify and yuckify her. i want her to be grimy ykwim. i would also want to make that outfit less bad to look at and i personally would love if she had like a crown of some sort and the wrestlers champion belt instead of. whatever those tassles are supposed to be. also scars and tattoos. also take the fucking makeup off my girl dont need winged eyeliner she is in the wastes. i can take or leave the facepaint i wish it looked better. also i think junkertown generally has grimier yellows and oranges so i would want that to be the main bulk of her color scheme with the blue as an accent. i would take away those heels and give her some slay demonias because i hate her skinny calves and tiny boots that is so not punk rock.

a mediocre diagram ^ BUT if i were building her more from scratch i would lean harder into the queen stuff. id like to take inspiration from like. cartoon kings as well as roller derby + wrestlers. fuckoff huge crown and like a grimy torn up version of that velvet cape and a lot of gold jewlery, but its all kind of scrapped together and none of it really matches or is Nice anymore and shes dirty and also has some tattoos or something idk.

as it stands now most of my gripes feel very small and like. stuff that was good in concept but the execution and the combination made it all add up to be incredibly bland, busy, ugly, and unmemorable which is a shame because i feel like she could be so much fun and i really would like her if she was just a little to the left of what she is. i also believe she wouldve looked better if theyd designed her as a man because so much of my beef comes down to Woman In Overwatch syndrome which is a SHAME. she couldve been great.

ALSO as a final note my favourite skin for her is wastelander, i still dont love it and her models body is a huge part of that but i do consider it a massive improvement simply because it feels so much less busy to me. i hate those stupid things she usually has on her belt over the crotch area so them not being there + those horribly ugly tights and shitty tshirt being gone + these colors is much better imo

[luxetings]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: {Melissa} Peace Scented Tassel Platform Wedge Sandals.

[bastardstevie]

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY ALL CLOTHING IS GENDER NEUTRAL CLOTHING!!! HE LOOKS SO GOOD LOOK AT THAT SEXY MAN IN HIS MINI SKIRT AND DIAMOND TASSLES!!!!!!!!! GIVE US MORE MAN CHEERLEADERS! GIVE US MORE MEN IN BRALETTES!! MORE MEN IN GOWNS AND THONGS AND HEELS!!!

Robin Williams dressed as a Denver Broncos cheerleader in Mork & Mindy (1978), “Cheerleader in Chains”

[cococouture]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Bicotti Rollasole Shoes for on The Go.

[donnacorless]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: COLE HAAN Dark Maroon Leather Leafers with Tassles 12 EUC.