#the turtleneck with the trench????? HELLO

[sabcandoit]

As you wish

Spider noir x fem reader

Summary: Spider-Man Noir comes home from a late night saving the world. You cooked dinner for him and as the night progresses on you both find yourselves naked and begging for more.

Warnings: smut. and fluff! but mostly smut and pet names. No real roles are pushed but Noir is a bit more dom and the one in control. Fingering, begging, and lots and lots of flirting. 

A/N: Ugh i'm a slut for this man. Also this is my first fic so !!! Please enjoy!

You were at home, cooking a dinner to share with your husband. Peter was busy at work and usually wasn't back until late. Oh, how you missed his presence during the day. Waking up with him was a treat in itself, but the rest of the day was torturous. It was definitely not easy being married to Spiderman.

You had put Dean Martin’s hits on the record player, lighting a few candles, trying to set a romantic and calming atmosphere. You and Peter had a shared love for jazz. As you continued to put the dishes on the dining table, you sighed, wiping the back of your hand on your forehead. Even through almost a year of marriage, you two still had this honeymoon phase running, never fully thinking it would stop. You smiled, thinking about how gentlemanly and chivalrous he was. You couldn't wait to see him again and wrap your arms around him and kiss his beautiful lips and…

Keys jangled at the door, and a hand turned the knob as a shadowy figure stepped in. Clad in his dark suit, Peter closed the door behind him. You turned to see his masked face looking over at you in the Kitchen. 

“Peter!” You smiled, “Welcome home.” you sweetly walked up to him, snaking your hands around his waist, looking up at him. 

“Ah, hello darling…” he sighed, exhausted. “I see you have dinner all ready.” you could tell he was smiling too even under his mask. 

“Oh yes,” you turned around, looking at the table. As you let go of his waist and stepped back, he watched as you walked over, fixing up your hair as you untied the apron from around you. Peter took off his hat, setting it on the coat stand and pushed off his trench coat. He pulled his mask up, showing his tired face and disheveled hair., and picked off his gloves. His black, buttoned up vest over a black turtleneck now visible as he still sported his black pants and knee-length heavy duty boots, walking towards the diner table. As you placed the platter of roast and vegetables down, Peter pulled out your chair. “It looks delicious, doll” he softly said as he put his hand on your lower back. 

“Thank you.” You replied, sitting down. He then moved over to his chair and sat down. As you ate dinner he sat up, smirking as he complimented the soft music playing. “So… it's a Dean Martin kind of night?” he questioned with his fork in the air. You chuckled and nodded, “You bet.”

 As you and Peter finished eating, you started to stand up, grabbing your dishes as he stopped you, with his hand stretched out. “Let me do that Sweetheart.” He rolled up his sleeves before grabbing the plate in your hands as you walked over to wash more dishes. After he put the dirty plates in the soapy water you were using to clean, he wrapped his half-covered arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. 

“I missed you.” he softly said. You only closed your eyes and breathed in, resting your own head on his. “I did too.” you spoke. As his hands moved up your body, he stood up straight and looked down at your figure. Wearing a simple, mid length floral dress and stockings with your hair falling out of the temporary updo. “I love this dress on you…” he flirted as he hitched up the dress slightly while still caressing your body from behind. 

“Oh Pete, you ought to be ashamed of yourself” you raised your head, feeling his touch getting more and more heated. “Why?” he was quick to respond, you could hear a smirk in his voice. “I should be able to appreciate my beautiful wife…” he continued. You blushed slightly, drying off your hands in a towel as you turned around, now facing him. You looked up into his eyes, him being quite taller than you. Reaching up, wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as his hands continued to place on your waist. You both leaned in, kissing  passionately. 

As you continued to kiss, sweet and simply, your linked arms fell down to his neck. The kisses started getting more intense and sultry, making you both breathe laborly. Parting for just a moment, you mumbled gently “Well, big guy.”, making Peter chuckle and lightly blush too, coming back into the kiss. He eventually made it down your neck, growing impatient. You felt his breath lowering with every kiss. As he did this, you made little noises, not being able to stay quiet. One of your arms came between you two as you started unbuttoning the top of his vest. “Peter…” you groaned. He stopped, looking at you, “Perhaps we should move?”, he looked with a playful tone. You giggled and nodded as he picked you up bridal style. When he did this, your dress only rid up more, showing your upper thighs. He took notice, his eyes traveling over your body. Then he snapped his eyes directly into yours, raising his brows as you blushed.

 Neither of you had to say anything, you already knew what you were both thinking. Peter walked into your bedroom, setting you on the bed and leaning down on you, kissing feverishly. Your hands pushed up on his chest while you made out. He paused to comment, “Oh you doll… so pretty”. 

Your hair completely fell out of the tie you had it in at this point as he undid a few more of his buttons. His clunky shoes were still on, frustrating him as he leaned down to untie them, mumbling apologies to you for leaving your excited bodies behind. You just chuckled as he came back up to you after successfully kicking them off. Your dress was practically useless in covering you, now halfway up your body, showing your tan stockings and panties. He smirked at the sight, uttering under his breath “Woman…”, giving you one chaste kiss before pulling your sheen stockings down. You watched him intently as he did so, rummaging your hands through his vest again, unbuttoning the rest and helping him shrug it off. 

He hummed as he kissed your exposed collarbone, and you moaned lightly, rubbing your hand along his muscular back. He pulled your dress over your arms and head, panting in the kiss as he brought his large hands to fondle your covered breasts. You moaned into the kiss.

 “D’you like that?” he slurred, frantically trying to continue his work. You felt the bulge in his pants rub against your panties and stomach. You boldly brought a hand down to his clothed dick, palming it, making him gasp. He stood up, keeping eye contact with a sinful look as he was still surprised from your daring hand. Quickly crossing his arms, he pulled up on his tucked in turtleneck, tossing it to the floor harshly before coming back down on you again. Your eyes followed his bare chest, hairy and robust, muscles contracting as he moved. Only in your undergarments now, he slipped a hand in your panties. “Already this wet? Wow, you must be pleased.” he mischievously commented. 

You moaned more, desperately needing him. Peter then stuck one finger up your cunt, moving in and out. “Oh.. Ah!.. Peter, please!” you screamed in between heavy breaths. “Please what?” he teased. He was having fun with this, too much fun. You furrowed your eyebrows in irritation, not wanting to play around. As he continued to finger you, adding another digit in, you mumbled “Fuck me”. He partially heard you, an idea coming to his mind. “What was that?” he chuckled breathlessly. You only raised your voice slightly, uttering, “Fuck me…” He definitely heard you this time, but went along with his plan. “Say it louder, like you mean it doll.” he voiced, egging you on. After a few pants and you grasping onto his back for dear life, overstimulated by his fingers, you spoke loud and clear. “Fuck me Peter Parker.” All though he was feeling very playful and very much so liking where this was going, something clicked in him with your last remark. Maybe it was hearing his full name being spouted so desperately from your mouth. “As you wish.” He then retracted his digits from your pussy and stood up again. 

You laid on the bed, exasperated yet completely aroused and ready as he unlatched his belt buckle, slipping it off and pushing his pants down. His dick, large and rock hard, was faced up in his tight, black boxers. Before pulling said clothing down, he ran his hand through his hair with a lustful look on his face. You looked him in the eyes with an innocent, adoring sort of look. When he noticed your stares, he leaned back, already high off of the foreplay. While you watched him, you unfastened your bra from behind and threw it on the floor, sporting a seductive look. “Dear God…” he muttered as he slipped off his boxers. Your eyes widened as you saw his veiny and tall member. How did his confidence never waver? He always looked at you so adoringly, as though you were the only thing that mattered. He was so vocal about it too, calling you all sorts of cute and lustful names. It no doubt turned you on each time, hanging on to his every word. 

All that was left was your underwear, absolutely soaked. He leant back down again, rubbing your hips and sliding down to your panties, picking them off, dragging them down your legs as you collectively panted. You bit your lip as you watched him slide back up to your now barren privates. He kissed it slowly, as though he was praising your body, ascending to your breasts and collarbone. He sucked on one of the nipples, softly stroking and pinching the other one. “Peter!” you moaned. You could feel him smirking against your breast, clearly liking the sounds you made. “Keep making those pretty noises, Angel.” 

You couldn't continue like this, you thought. Every passing second becoming more impatient. His hard on was now edging you, and the sensation making you groan. He finally parted from your chest and led his cock into your vagina, going slow and steady, so as not to hurt you. You whined his name lewdly. This drove him to move more forcefully. He whispered sweet pet names in your ear as he held on tightly to your hips. Little kisses were marked all over you in the meantime as your arms clung to his back, hastily clenching your fists. He enjoyed every minute of watching you. His lips pursed as he slid in and out of you. You both couldnt speak at this point, being too engulfed in the intensity of the moment, but he managed to spill out a quick “Fuck.” and “I love you” as he continued to pound into you. You had no need to beg him to go faster or harder, he knew just how you liked it.

 “Im Close!” you moaned. He kissed and bit on your neck, making you squirm and blush. “Cum for me darling.” he commanded sweetly. With one last cry out, your cum dripped out, being blocked by his member still very much so in you. This drove him mad, and his release was soon after. White fluid, a mixture of both of yours, ran lewdly down your leg and onto the bed. You both continued moaning, still high off of the circumstances. 

As the intoxicating moment wore off, you laid next to each other on the bed, hugging. He stroked your head lightly, playing with your hair and kissing your temple. “My dove,” he called. “You are amazing.” you just closed your eyes, basking in the moment, smiling. Peter mumbled, “One moment dear, let me get you something” as he rolled over and pushed off of the bed, grabbing his boxers and slipping them on. As he walked out of the room, you watched his sinewy back and cute butt. You put your hand at the side of your mouth as you teasingly spoke, “Be quick, handsome!”. He glanced back at you with a raised eyebrow and curious smirk. 

He grabbed two glasses and filled them with water, returning back to the bedroom. As he came back in, he saw you throwing on one of his short sleeve button-up (it being very large on you), and your underwear as you stood. “I'm going to freshen up” you explained, walking towards the bathroom connected to your room. He followed you, handing you a glass as you smiled back and thanked him. He stretched an arm out to your waist, grazing it lightly as he spoke in a husky voice, “Such a beautiful girl.”

[velocesainz]

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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Hello lovelies! Welcome to my boutique you can make your purchase of the items that are under the cut (You can always add your own prompts). I write romance, dark, angst and smut so feel free to let me know which genre you want to see me write. I also write for poly!drivers and really love it. Feel free to send me a message to talk about anything, I'm always here to listen. I write for the following fandoms. My requests are open

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𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔: ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

Bathrobe: You're literally perfect

Bikini: Sexy, sexy little slut

Blazer: Can you feel how how much you turn me on

Blouse: I wish I never met you

Bomber jacket: How could you say that

Cardigan: I could do this all day, all night

Cargo pants: You're not telling anyone what happens here

Crop top: I'll make tonight special

Corset: Oh you don't think it'll fit? Nice try but i will make it fit

Denim jeans: Your ass looks extra nice today

Flowy skirt: I wonder how your father would feel if he knew what was going on between us.

Graphic tee: Will you marry me?

Halter top: I will love you till the day I die

Hoodie: I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't tell you

Jacket: You're the best thing that has ever happened to me

Jumpsuit: Swallow it. I should not see even a drop and that pretty tongue of yours

Maxi skirt: I'm drunk ok, so what?

Mesh top: Why do you care so much

Midi skirt: How can you show off so much of your body like that? Your body is mine and only I get the see it and touch it

Leggings: How did I get so lucky

Off-shoulder top: Wait till we get home

Overalls: If you were a good little whore for me you wouldn't have to face this

Pencil skirt: You're so fucking stupid

Polo: I frankly don't give a fuck

Puff sleeve: That's sucka good fucking girl

Romper: You are going to regret what you just did

Shirt: Your moans are my favourite sound

Shorts: I'm not responsible for anything that happens after this

Sweater: It's time to put that mouth to good use

Sweatpants: You make my head spin

Tank top: I can't get enough of you

Trench coat: You really think you can escape from me

Tube top: You squeeze me so well

Tunic: Jealous? So what if I am jealous

Turtleneck: I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows you're mine

V-neck sweater: You are so hot it makes me hard just looking at you

Custom-wear: Any particular prompt phrase

𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: ༘ 𝜗𝜚⋆｡˚.ᐟ

Bracelet: Forbidden love

Earring: Soulmates

Necklace: Fake dating

Barrette: Bet

Scarf: Friends to lovers

Sunglasses: Arranged marriage

Watch: Strangers to lovers

Sun hat: Enemies to lovers

Baseball cap: Love triangle

Scrunchie: Unrequited

Headband: Secret relationship

Beret: Friends with benefits

Gloves: Rough sex

Cufflinks: Jealousy

Brooch: Soft sex

Bandana: Breeding

Belt: Spanking

Tie: Choking

Ear cuffs: Possessive/ obsessive

Clutch: Punishment

Shawl: Filming

Leg warmer: Degradation

Sashes: Drunk sex

Fedora: High sex

Beanie: Public sex/ semi-public

Face mask: insecure reader

Bucket hat: Mirror sex

[hestzhyen]

Volume 4 Extras and Da Vinci Interview Yap: Names Edition

Not going to post screen caps since the extras are considered an incentive to buy the volumes. But I will definitely talk a bit about the info we got!

Names!

Braidbro's given name is Enji (円慈). 円 (en) means "circle" or "round" and is also the kanji for the Japanese yen. It's chosen for a baby to convey a sense of being valued, successful, and surrounded by love. Hm. 慈(ji) means love (in a parent-child sense), mercy, or compassion, and is chosen for it's direct meaning. HM. Wonder why he was the one Shiba talked to about honoring Tenri's memory by making sure none of the other kids followed his footsteps... (not). [circle of compassion] perhaps?

Sazasis is Tamaki (珠紀)! 珠 (tama) means "pearl", chosen for purity, beauty, and grace. 紀 (ki) means era or chronicle to remember special moments or events, the family's legacy and history, and/or to follow rules and regulations. [pearl chronicle] is a pretty name!

Birthdays

Kerfluffle over Hakuri being 17 aside, not much stands out. Unless you're into zodiac signs and Western birthstone interpretations I guess- go wild if so.

Well, actually... Sojo being confirmed 30 years old is pretty funny. Dude legit had beef with an 18-year old because of his parasocial relationship to the kid's dead dad. LMAO. He must have been so happy to have been born a day (and like 10 years) after Kunishige too.

If we want to take holidays into account, Chihiro was born on Mountain Day (8/11)! It's a fairly recent holiday that was only enacted in 2014, ostensibly to promote appreciation of the many mountains in Japan. I don't think there's any special meaning to this beyond the trivia value, as it was probably a coincidence if anything.

Hakuri's birthday falls on an unofficial holiday- Sakura Day (3/27). It was created in 1992 by the Cherry Blossom Association to promote interest in the tradition of hanami, or cherry blossom viewing. Probably another coincidence but we take these. It seems to suit him somehow!

Spring and summer, what a wonderful combination~ Don't think too hard about how Kunishige probably had New Year's sex based on Chihiro's birth date though. Don't imagine sexy Kunishige. Don't do it! Stop that!

SoTen?!

There was a little sketch of Soya talking to Tenri (thanks to Hella for the TL!) in the extras. It mentioned that Soya had a slight inferiority complex towards Tenri due to how fast his youngest brother surpassed him, which led him to fixate on Hakuri instead.

SoHaku folks are going a little nuts over this as you'd expect. Can't blame them though since several prominent artists in and outside of that circle had thought this might be the case. To have it confirmed in canon is pretty satisfying for all those who believed in it.

I never gave it much thought from the Tenri perspective, but it makes sense. Soya seems like he was supposed to be That Guy but was found lacking for some reason. He was lurking in the background every time Kyora was talking to Tenri and Hakuri side-by-side, completely unnoticed. And the stuff with his name, of course... So yeah. Hakuri really was Soya's punching bag because Soya felt he wasn't good enough. Thank goodness Soya is dead and definitely never coming back. Clothing Mysteries Revealed

There were also simple sketches of Hakuri and Chihiro's top layers to basically confirm what we already knew thanks to Chapter 45. Chihiro wears a plain long-sleeved black shirt, a track coat, and a trench coat that is a pain for Hokazono-sensei to draw. He might change the trench coat for something else later but wouldn't count on it for now. Hakuri wears a long-sleeved black turtleneck under a dress shirt and a haori that he tucks into his pants (cute!!!). The biggest surprise is that the dress shirt has a breast pocket I guess?

I'm happy for all the fan artists out there who will find the references useful, but... THE STRAPS? HELLO??? WHY THE STRAPS ON THE PANTS?! I insist this insignificant detail gets elaborated on. I require it. Is it his own fashion sense? If so, he didn't have them the day Ice Lady died despite the half boots, pants, and haori-undershirt combo remaining intact. At least a day passed (maybe) between her death and him being kicked out- he has a different style of dress shirt on the second layer compared to when we see him in the present day. So Hakuri had time to change but why add the straps? Where did they come from??? I cannot let this go. HELP.

Da Vinci Magazine Interview

Hokazono-sensei provided a long interview to the magazine that was published to help promote Volume 4's release. Brasilbro posted a lightly edited Machine TL of it, which has caused some buzz (my soul withers at the prospect of trying to do it myself...). As expected there's a lot of love given to Naruto, John Wick, and depicting blood splatters. He also references JJK and CSM as other manga that tell a faster story than previous shounen series. I've seen a lot of manga in recent years try to emulate Fujimoto-sensei's style, but I think Hokazono-sensei's done it the best because he's also a film buff. You can tell he loves action movies and has a movie director's PoV when he's composing the scenes (and especially the fights). Not that other styles are bad- I love me some more traditional shounen like Wind Breaker and HxH too. It's just if you're going to try and copy the feel of a Fujimoto manga, you need to be as insanely in love with movies as he is.

That's why the pacing in Kagurabachi is so fast, too- he doesn't want to lose reader engagement by slowing things down and having longer arcs with a few "dead" chapters here and there. He acknowledges that this makes the manga a very dense read at least. And I'm fine with it. I wish it was a smidge slower, but I still wouldn't change the pacing. I just hope it doesn't go any faster than this because every week is like a whirlwind already.

Kind of interested, kind of worried that he's using up all his prepared ideas as fast as he can to try and create new ones. Won't call it arrogant but maybe... idealistic? Creation is hard, man. Especially working at the brutal pace of a weekly serialization. I just hope he can keep up without compromising his health like so many other mangaka are forced to do. He mentions in the next paragraph that he's starting to feel the pressure. Not surprising in the least with all the extra art he's had to make for cover and color pages, volume bonuses, and re-draws.

I'm also really, really glad that I can put my worries of a sudden introduction of yokai or mythical beings as enemies to rest. He confirmed that he wanted Kagurabachi to be about people versus people. Yay! I wouldn't drop the manga if we changed course into fighting a supernatural threat, but I could get that pretty much anywhere. I'm invested in Kagurabachi for the storytelling about the human vs. human conflicts more than anything else. Keeping the cast and foes entirely (or mostly) human helps sell the extremely personal nature of Chihiro's revenge mission IMO.

Then there's this...

You wanted Hakuri to add some cuteness, huh?! Oh boy did you nail that one, Hokazono-sensei. These two are going to be fruity as heck to the end I can tell. But I'm also reassured as a HakuHiro shipper that Hokazono actually wanted Hakuri there and likes the character (he also mentioned that he likes drawing him in the Vol. 4 extras). I didn't believe the bad-faith accusations of Hakuri being the result of executive meddling for one second- don't sell me that short. I've read all of Hokazono-sensei's oneshots so I know he loves his color-coded SasuNaru expy duos. But sometimes I feel the relationship he's written between Hakuri and Chihiro is too good to be real. If he REALLY wanted them to come across that sus, though? Okay then! I won't worry about the wellspring drying up any time soon.

In general it seems like Hokazono-sensei's pretty put-together (for a memelord) and happy to be drawing Kagurabachi. I'm really, really glad for him and It's exciting to see his series finally get the recognition it deserves. Kagurabachi's on the big come-up now with all the extra promotion since winning the Tsugimanga award. Become the future of WSJ!

It's late. I've yapped too much today. If you read this- thanks. Say something nice to yourself, alright? And take care.

[sharkboywrites]

Hello there! I'm 🎉 anon

May I request a platonic (with a hint of parental) of Grimsley who's a mentor for a child/preteen reader (around 11-12 y/o)

Reader got this dark aesthetic (black cap, turtleneck, black trench coat, and boots) that aspires to be a Dark type Elite Four, but despite all that they're a little mischievous and off-the-wall kid.

They really like spending their time with Grimsley (even to the point they'd wait in front of his casino) and Grimsley finds them adorable and lowkey treats them like a kid he never has

Like, they'd battle, train, and then hang out like showing card tricks.

(I love found family so much-)

A/N: yaaay my first emoji anon :). I’ll be honest I don’t know that much about Grimsley so I’m just going off what I got when I looked him up, sorry if it’s not accurate. Also the meds I’m on for getting my wisdom teeth out make me kinda loopy so I’m not sure how good my writing will come out.

Grimsley With a Preteen Apprentice

- Having Grimsley as a mentor can be a 50/50 sometimes

- Grimsley generally has a good state of mind when it comes to battling

- He only ever sees a positive to a battle, win or loose

- If you ever loose a battle, he’s there to assure you that this is only good for you

- He uses this as an opportunity for you to learn and grow as a trainer, after all you can’t get better if you never see your mistakes

- He’s supportive in your dreams and also in the way you dress

- You do look the part for the job you want, and he admires that

- He thinks your passion is amazing and continues to support it, although he doesn’t let you get ahead of yourself

- With Grimsley as a mentor, you’ll never be dragged down by your losses

- After a while you hardly ever find yourself upset about a loss

- From now on you’ll only see this as a chance to grow

- Unfortunately, Grimsley did have to step down from his position as an elite four member to the gambling addiction he developed

- But this doesn’t mean he’s irresponsible or becomes a worse mentor

- In fact he’s now always making sure that that you’re being responsible and keeping yourself in check

- He wants to make sure that you don’t suffer the same way he did

- After working with you, he’s found that he’s become attached to you, and he doesn’t want you to go down the same path he did

- He always stresses the importance of keeping yourself regulated

- Whole he has made some mistakes in his life, he doesn’t want the same to happen to you

- He’s come to see you as his child, no matter what your situation with your parents is

- He really is a great mentor and wants to keep you safe, and he can and will do everything in his power to keep you that way

I hope I got his character right, I never played ultra sun/moon or black/white 2 so I never actually played against him. I currently have a heat pack wrapped around my face and I look like Amanda in the reverse bear trap from the first saw movie I’m not even kidding lol. Ty for reading and have a nice day <3

[crowborn666-writes]

Request open!? *smashes door and opens it with its handle from the inside*

Hello there! I'm 🎉 anon

May I request a platonic (with a hint of parental) of Grimsley who's a mentor for a child/preteen reader (around 11-12 y/o)

Reader got this dark aesthetic (black cap, turtleneck, black trench coat, and boots) that aspires to be a Dark type Elite Four, but despite all that they're a little mischievous and off-the-wall kid.

They really like spending their time with Grimsley (even to the point they'd wait in front of his casino) and Grimsley finds them adorable and lowkey treats them like a kid he never has

Like, they'd battle, train, and then hang out like showing card tricks.

(I love found family so much-)

*kicks down my office door to meet you in the foyer* Y E S

Purrlion and the Liepard

Grimsley x Child!Reader

Genre: Found Family dynamic, platonic

Summary: You admired Grimsley with every fiber of your being, so when you were finally able to set out on your own, your first mission was to meet him.

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You were eight when you were introduced to the Unovan Elite Four. Seeing them participating in the World Championships in Galar on TV was magical to your young mind.

You distinctly remember holding onto your Zoroark plush and pointing. “Mama look! Look look! One of our Elite Four uses Dark types!”

Grimsley had your attention and no one else was going to take it.

You honestly cried when he lost just before the semi-finals, but once you calmed down, you vowed to yourself that you would be a great dark type trainer just like Grimsley.

You were eleven when you finally set out on your own, a Purrlion at your side as you traveled from city to city. You had gained a few badges by the time you reached Nimbasa City.

Yet your time in Nimbasa wasn’t pleasant at first, having run into a Team Plasma grunt shortly upon arrival.

He had defeated your team in just a few short turns, even threatening to take away your beloved Purrlion as his Watchog advanced on you.

“Liepaaaard!”

You blink, and then a Liepard had the Watchog on the ground, snarling at the Plasma grunt.

“A Liepard…?” You mumbled, holding your exhausted Purrlion close to your chest.

The Plasma grunt paled and quickly recalled his pokemon, rushing to escape as fast as possible before a hand fell on your shoulder.

“You alright, kid?”

You turn your head to the person and nearly cough up your lungs in surprise.

Grimsley was there, concern written plainly on his face.

“A-Ah, y-yes I’m fine. B-But my pokemon…”

“Let’s get them to the Pokemon Center.”

You were stuck to him like glue after that. You were chatty, asking him about his favorite dark types and his favorite moves and if he could teach you some tricks.

Grimsley was clearly taken aback by your display of eagerness, even more so when he found you waiting outside the casino for him. But at that point, who was he to refuse such a determined trainer?

Day after day, Grimsley would teach you something new, whether it was something for a battle or some new cool card trick.

But alas, all good things come to an end, and Grimsley had to return to the Elite Four.

“See you later, kid!” He had said to you soon before his departure, “Get to the Elite Four and show me all you’ve learned someday!”

And that’s exactly what you did.

With a team full of Dark types, you finally reached the Elite Four, and you were ready to face your teacher once again.

[pseudowho]

Hello Haitch!

These questions are powered by my curiosity~

1) If you were to be a baddie anime villain, what would your default outfit be? And what will be your theme song that plays in the background as you walk into the screen amidst dramatic blasts of rubble?

2) Thoughts on arranged marriages? As someone who has grown up all her life, watching arranged marriages, i can’t help but overthink things, and question if I wanna subject myself to it etc.. but at the same time I do see the appeal

3) Any word of advice you wish you could’ve given to your younger self?

4) When you feel yourself spiraling into a bad mood, or that negative mental headspace how do you fight it (because recently I can’t seem to snap out of it)

I hope you have a great evening, and thank you for your time!

xoxo

WHAT. I LOVE THIS. Full black outfit; turtleneck, high waisted jeans, heeled Doc Martens, and black leather trench coat that sweeps my heels (I own one like this!). Full face gold Filigree mask. Music: Can you see me in the dark? By Halestorm, or Popular Monster by Falling in Reverse. Not that I've er...thought about this a lot.

Depends on the extent of the 'arranging' and the intentions of those doing the arranging. I've seen anything ranging from almost acceptable, to flagrantly forced marriage. I have major concerns that arranged marriages have overall higher rates of domestic violence and abuse (though reported statistics are misrepresentative of the group, as less of those, particularly women, in arranged marriages who are being abused, are likely to come forwards.

You are deserving of love.

Seeing as I now know that my periods of depression and anxiety are caused by PMDD, I'm on treatment. But in reality, I try to rationalise my thoughts, allow myself to feel the feelings, cry on my husband's chest for a bit, and don't let one bad day ruin the next. I try to get enough sleep, and not being so fucking mean to myself.

You have a good evening too, sweetie!

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[femmefatalevibe]

Hello dear 💐 I hope you're having a wonderful day! I was wondering if you have any advice/ tips on how to embody a feminine energy similar to the one of Audrey Hepburn?

Thank you in advance 🥀

Hi love! Here are my suggestions:

Focus on appreciating the small things and simple daily pleasures

Display quiet confidence and gleeful yet reserved energy

Embrace an abundance mindset – internalize the notion that there is plenty of opportunities, love, and attention to go around. The only person you're in competition with is yourself

Focus on living a relationship-oriented life. Consider how you can help others from a place of abundance and a genuine desire to help others, not as a source of self-validation or a form of self-sacrifice/people-pleasing. Engage in community service and charitable acts without feeling a need to publicize your good deeds

Stay curious about the world. Become a life-long learner. Always seek to learn from others around you, books, movies, formal schooling, traveling, self-reflection from your own lived experiences

Remain clear, calm, and confident with an underlying discreet elegance in your speech and mannerisms. Take your time when speaking or going through the motions throughout your day

Emulate the classic Parisian minimalist aesthetic – tailored clothes in neutral colors (black, white, beige, baby pink), ballet flats, classic slingbacks/kitten heels, and timeless accessories (pearls, silk headscarves, headbands, and diamond earrings) with minimalist makeup that includes evening your complexion with a light wash of blush on the cheeks, naturally-defined brows, soft brown eyeshadow, black eyeliner, black mascara, and a rosy neutral lip color

Curate your wardrobe with some staple Parisian minimalist essentials: A black turtleneck, a neutral striped sweater, a beige trench coat, tailored black and gingham (capri) pants, a white button-down shirt, a little black dress, a white midi sundress, a classic well-fitting pair of blue jeans, a classic black waist-cinching belt, a classic polo shirt, and oversized black sunglasses

Use Givenchy L'Interdit Eau de Parfum (her signature scent)

Hope this helps xx

[coffyao]

imprint me chapter 2

Chapter 2: the meeting

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“Ah konan! come, I need you here right now.” 

After organizing her trolley, she readjusted the bottom of her sleeveless turtleneck, and sat up from her stool, indignant from his interruption but nonetheless, ready for her next client. 

“...yeah, what is it?” she asked, and deidara used his thumb to point at a man who looked out of place to be in a tattoo parlour. A tucked in shirt, wide framed glasses and an oversized backpack. Most likely was a white-collar worker and wanted a change of pace after slaving away at a desk completing administrative work. She had a few of those already, but they were uncommon. 

“He wants a tattoo, but he isn’t sure what he wants...” 

That was also expected. They would usually come in, but because they hadn’t put too much thought into the actual tattoo but the idea of it instead, they would be at a loss at what to put on their skin. 

“Did you show him our pre-made tattoo catalogue...” Konan mumbled, opening the drawer next to her side to retrieve it. 

“I already did. He said that’s not what he wants...” 

Right. It was time to put on her best customer service voice. Ambiguous requests were a pain to deal with. 

She politely stepped in front of deidara, and with one hand in her baggy jeans to pull out her business card and another to rest on the desk, she says, “Hello sir. is there a specific idea that you have in mind?” 

“...im not too sure, yet.” he replied drowsily, his tired and lost disposition reminding konan of a past relationship, that she would rather leave behind. 

“...or rather an idea, do you have an adjective or...emotion, you would like to capture?” 

If a customer wanted something inspirational, quotations or scriptures were the likely way to go. If a customer wanted something colourful, water-colour was sure to be right up their alley. If a customer wanted something pretty, she believed a type of flower would do the trick, since she was confident she could draw floral tattoo designs well. 

“it’s complicated.” 

Complicated?  

‘complicated’ was too intangible of a word that she couldn’t fathom working with.

“...as in the concept itself? Or is it difficult to explain what you want into simpler words...” 

“Might be both,” he said, serious in his expression, and his eyes moved towards the card that she still had between her stagnant fingertips.  

Deidara nudged her shoulder, taking quick notice of this. 

“Might as well give it to him...” 

As vague as his request was, if she managed to pull this off right, she could potentially make a hefty buck out of him, as his empty canvas of an idea meant many, many possibilities of what he could want as a tattoo. 

She pulled out her business card, the design being covered in purple chrysanthemums, whilst the background was black, and the lettering was in white. In the middle, it contained her full name, and it was followed by her social media page and her portfolio at the bottom. Then finally, at the top, it said, ‘fraGILE tattoo studio,’ presented in bold, and tall font.  

She handed it to him, and said, “...if you think of ideas, let me know. Otherwise, message me on there and we can discuss what we could do moving forward.”  

If he was only here for the purposes of hitting on her later, he would just be another male customer she would have to add to her ban list. Despite deidara’s skinny stature, he surprisingly had quite the extensive skills in martial arts, and Hidan was in most shifts anyway, his built stature being a deterrent enough for problematic customers.  

“...thank you,” he replied, his expression softening, and the tone in his voice, a little warmer than when he first arrived. she wondered what he would like if he actually smiled.

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“Despite the comically huge glasses, he’s a bit of a looker, isn’t he?” deidara teased, flipping the closed sign on the door. 

“He’s fine,” konan dismissed, slipping on her cream-colored trench coat, her focus much rather intended on closing the shop as soon as humanly possible. 

“just fine? You mean sort of sexy? hmm?” he badgered on, continuing to praise his looks even while they had left the shop, up until they reached the bus stop. 

“he’s not only dark and handsome, but he’s got that mysterious intrigue, especially in those dreamy eyes of his...” 

“Yes, I'm sure you would think so...” she said, and went into her pocket, pulling out her vape pen.

"...you finally quitting cigarettes?"

"I'm trying to."

She never used to be a smoker, at least, up until a year ago. chaining several cigarettes a week gave her a terrible health scare, and she didn't want to go back to that pitiful stage of her life.

She took a few inhales and passed it to deidara, who took a couple himself, and attempted to copy the vape tricks that he saw in a video. he of course, failed miserably in typical deidara fashion.

The bus shortly arrives after, and as he tries giving it back to her, she refused, and pushed it into his hand.

"...keep it. I'm not going to need it anymore."

instead of incessantly asking her questions like he always did, he decided to put in the black satchel he would always bring whenever he came to work. it was covered in patches of dry paint that he never bothered to clean, but he called it his baby, so she didn't bother to ask.

"enjoy your weekend, okay? and try not to oversleep like you usually do."

"...I'll try my best."

--

after deidara's bus left, and hers hadn't yet came, she thought about calling a taxi instead. Unlike what most thought about her, she wasn't at all patient, despite the calm expression that she always had on her face. 

Hidan dubbed it, 'resting cold face.' He said it was better than saying she had a 'resting bitch face instead' but she always disagreed.

she didn't like being told that she was emotionless.

going on her phone, she thought about the spiky-haired stranger that came earlier today, and how everything about him was unreadable. Like a continuous drawn line that wasn't going anywhere, His attire didn't suit him, and there seemed to be a deep sadness that resigned deep, like he already accepted it, a long time ago.

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a notification came.

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obito1115 is typing...

she waited, fingers still in shaky anticipation.

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is it okay if we discuss things now? I'm aware this is bad timing...

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if you don't mind.

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it was best if she stopped him moving, herself.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

“Hello Miss Raven! I would like to give you a small gift. And a new look for Raven-San. I'm not an expert in dresses nor fashion in a sense but I hope you like it 😊. I also gave Evelyn a new look as well.

Bonus comic: (I kinda messed up with the grids so...)”

Oooh, how pretty 👀 (I stared at the background’s color gradient and little glitter particle effects first and foremost, haha…)

I don’t know if there was a specific theme you had in mind while designing the looks, but Miss Raven’s outfit reminds me of something one might wear to pray at a Japanese temple on New Year’s. It’s a combination of the hat, the hair, and the long fabric (that vaguely resembles the shape of a kimono). The sleeves and the flower detailing are more reminiscent of Pomefiore (whose dorm uniform, I believe, also takes inspiration from the kimono). It looks nice on her (though I keep wondering where her extra hair went XD anime magic concealed it, I guess)! I think my favorite part is the eyes though, they’re very big and expressive.

The outfit your OC’s wearing is a lot more modern in form (especially how she wears the jacket half zipped up with exposed shoulders). The colors of it remind me of yokai for some reason (red for oni, black for tengu). I think that’s the imagery I get because she’s standing next to Raven (whom I’ve already commented on, looks like she’s dressed to visit a Japanese shrine). My mind must be trying to piece together an outfit theme! The color of the gemstones pinned to her shirt remind me of J word—

Raven being drawn to shiny fabric 😌 ✨ How very… raven-like of her. Her reaction at the end was also very genuine and cute! That’s exactly her thought process, a very slow burn realization www

xavsjsvwjznwjwgwi(dRDs33fvw Fan artists always make J word looks like a supermodel or something in their fan art, dressing him up in all kinds of things 😩 When your OC mentions making a new coat for J*de, I think of this comment a friend made: “Why does he look like he dresses like the male lead in every K-drama ever. Like the turtleneck, trench coat, and expensive watch combo.” Make of that what you will 😂

Anyway, thank you for the fan art and the new outfit for Miss Raven ^^ The comic was also very charming! I quite enjoyed it~

[the-jade-cross]

Only You chapter 10

Chapter 10

When Fawn cracked her eyes open she found Thomas and Frypan hovering over her like gargoyles. She did not speak but gave them a look telling them that they had better have a good reason for waking her.

"They have arrived," Thomas whispered, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting someone to knock him out from behind. "The assassins...."

Fawn had never gotten out of bed so quickly before, glad that the clothes she had worn to bed were presentable (a white t-shirt and baggy grey sweats). She approached the open door to see Newt standing at the railing, looking down into the open area. She joined him at the railing and instantly her eyes locked on the 8 figures that she never thought she would see again.

Everyone in the whole compound was awake, peering over railings while the Red Rose and White Rose were below, having gone to greet the Black Rose.

"Oi! Fawn!" Lynx's voice shouted from below, breaking the silence and drawing all eyes to the girl.

the eight men dressed head to toe in black stared at her with no expression, making Frypan and Thomas shiver in slight fear.

"What do we do now?" Brenda whispered next to Fawn.

"We go say hello," the redhead responded as she strode towards the elevator.

Once she reached the first floor, she approached the group while her friends hung back at a safe distance. The Snipers backed away so that she could approach the eight assassins. Next to Fawn, the eight men were practically giants.

Garbed entirely in black, they were incredibly intimidating. While the Snipers had been slightly intimidating, these guys had the intimidating looks to match their auras.

One of the eight was slightly smaller than the others by perhaps half a head. His bright orange hair was styled in a mullet, away from his piercing eyes. He had a petite, rather pretty nose and plump lips in a perfect cupids bow. While he looked smol compared to his giant companions, it was clear that he was in charge because of the the powerful aura that oozed off of him.

He was dressed in black slacks, a black turtleneck and a knee length trench coat. Atop his orange hair sat a black wide rimmed black hat. One would have thought he was a mystery rancher or the grim reaper what with the hat and the black dress boots.

Directly to his right, at his side was the tallest of the group. Elegant and slender almost with a femanine elegance. His face was well defined with a perfect nose, wide elegant lips and piercing eyes. His hair was jet black and wavy, matching perfectly with his outfit which consisted of a slightly paler black shirt underneath a black corset that surprisingly suited him very well, matched with bootcut black slacks and dress shoes.

Behind the tall assassin were two who looked like they could be brothers, both with softer, rather mature features with straight noses, sharply defined lips and friendly eyes. Both wore black pants, black dress shoes and black turtle neck shirts underneath waist length black leather jackets.

To the leader's left stood the second tallest. Of a similar elegance and slender build to the tallest member. His cheekbones were very finely defined, a firm jaw and sharp features. His eyebrows were almost haunting. His lips were elegant and average plumpness and were pursed seriously. He had a scar running through his left eyebrow. HIs jet black hair was straight and cut so that it fell perfectly over his forehead. He wore a simple black shirt, leather pants and a pair of leather ankle boots and black trench coat.

Behind him was an assassin slightly shorter with a more athletic build but a cheeky glint in his pretty eyes. He looked like he could be one of the youngest of the group, his hair probably the longest of the group pulled back in a man bun and half black, half blond. He had a petite nose, plump lips and a distinctive mole below his left eye. Directly behind him was the most intimidating duo of the bunch. Curly silver hair topped the first man's head, thick and stern eyebrows and a burning gaze. He had full lips and a straight nose. He wore casual clothes made up of a large black hoodie and baggy cargo pants. Obviously the baggy look was intentional for the man directly at his side wore tight black pants and a snug black turtle neck that went well with his calm face, elegant lips and beautiful eyes. His hair was also silver but wavy and parted in the center.

The leader took an extra step towards Fawn before a huge grin spread across his face.

"hello sis!"

A matching smile appeared on Fawn's face before she met the smol leader in a tight hug. Instantly all the serious faces vanished into wide sales as Fawn gave each of the assassins a hug.

"Wait.... he is her brother?" Thomas whispered.

"Newt!?" a voice shouted.

The boy in question looked around to see that the person who had called his name was the boy who had called Fawn his sister. Fawn trotted over to Newt and pulled him to the group of assassins.

"Newt, you will not remember my brother...."

"Hongjoong," Newt muttered and everyone froze as he said the leader's real name before turning and looking at the tallest member, "And Seongwha."

"yo, how does he know their real names?" the other tall assassin whispered to his partner. "I thought he was brainwashed."

"Zip it Saber, they are talking."

Newt glanced around at the other faces, forehead creased in confusion, "I dont remember you guys.... but why can I remember your names?"

Hongjoong, Fawn's brother smiled, "This is Saber, his buddy is Trigger. Behind them are Blade and Ruger. Magnum and Mace are the brothers....I guess you already know Arrow's real name and my code name is Caliber." he explained. "You never met the others before the maze but you and I were close growing up and Arrow.... well...."

Newt waited for Hongjoong, or Caliber to explain but Fawn was the one who spoke up.

"Let's just say that Arrow as your best friend growing up and when you found out that Arrow and Caliber were dating you nearly threw Caliber off a cliff."

Newt's eyes widened in shock and Fawn could tell that Thomas and Frypan were about to ask for all the deets so she changed the subject.

"While I am overjoyed to see you dear brother, what are you doing here so early? you weren't expected for another two days."

"We needed to get these things to you before you guys did something stupid," Caliber explained as Ruger drew out a large satchel.

Caliber reached into the bag and drew out a small dagger.

"The ancient weapons," Feline whispered to Thomas and Brenda, "Our ancestors used to Mae weapons from the branches of Uthana plant and they were see as Sacred Weapons. The assassins have kept up the tradition and fashioned weapons just like the ancients did."

"Thomas," Caliber said, "This is for you."

Thomas Gingerly took the knife and nodded as he was too stunned to speak.

"Frypan," Arrow spoke next, handing him a small ball, "Its a grenade."

The whole building went deathly still. Why did they hand him a grenade!?

"It will only light if you throw it at least eight feet in the air," Caliber assured him.

"Newt my man," Caliber said as he held out another knife, this one longer and more slender than Thomas's.

"And lastly Fawn.... since you alway lose your bow," he teased his sister as he drew out a foldable bow and arrows set almost identical to her previous ones.

"These are...." Newt muttered. "Amazing.... thank you but... why are you giving us weapons?"

Arrow and Caliber exchanged looks before Arrow spoke.

"Because when we rescue Minho, a war will start. And it will only end if either we or Wicked are wiped from the face of the planet."

TADA!!!!!! Well, that is the end of book 2! I will try to get book 3 started sometime this or next week:) Once it is finished on Quotev, I will move it over here. If you want to read it in progress, check out my Quotev: FairyofHogwarts.

[extinct-fish]

would y'all be mad if I told you that I did a self-insert?

“Hello, you. I’m glad you could come to the briefing on this case,” a woman greeted you, “My name is Cassandra Trench, your case manager.” You looked at her. She had messy brown hair that curled a little, and you could see that her hair had been bleached from the tips up to her shoulders. The half-bleached hair went down just below her chest, at least, from what you can tell via the two strands that framed her face as the rest of it was tied back into a low pony. She wore a navy blue blazer that just barely hid her hands, and underneath that was a black turtleneck. On her right wrist was a silver chain bracelet with music notes and violins dangling off it. Her azure gaze stared you down, clearly very much not in the mood for anything unprofessional or distracting. Her face seemed child-like, but despite her looking like a 12 year old, she was actually in her mid-twenties.  “I’m going to show you the case folder, but remember, the information contained here is classified, and if word of this gets out, everyone involved in the case gets in trouble, understand?” You nodded. Cassandra handed you a pine-green hanging file folder labeled “Iwatodai Murders”, the name piquing your interest. You opened the folder to see information on the people involved. You looked at the first sheet of information. ... “Is there anyone else I should know?” You asked. “Not unless it’s relevant,” Cassandra responded, “For now, let’s start with the first crime scene.” Cassandra handed you a manilla folder labeled “Campus Crime Scene #1”, which seemed to contain some interesting things inside. Photographs of the crime scene before and after the investigation team noted the evidence, as well as photographs of the evidence itself, and a profile on a body.  “The first victim was Yuko Nishiwaki, a track team manager. She was found dead at 7:45am by Kazushi Miyamoto while he was heading to the early-morning practice, hanging from a tree near the fitness center of the campus” Cassandra explained, “Autopsy reports say she was bludgeoned to death and the blood removed from her body prior to being brought to the scene. A note was found nearby, clipped to her uniform via safety pin.” You looked at the note, which was paper-clipped with her profile. It seemed to be a confession letter. You noticed the fingerprints, and with care, you matched them up with the fingerprint profile that came from her body. It seemed she was the only one who had her hands on the note. “Tell me your thoughts,” Cassandra directed, “What, based on the evidence, do you believe happened here?”

the only differences are that I am not in my mid-20s, I'm 18, and that my eyes are brown, not blue.

this is for Death Oath, which is the Yandere Ryomina fic I'm working on as a side piece alongside The Fog's Fangs

[pearl1809]

A Guide to Winter Style: Embracing the Chill

In this Blog, we’ll look at winter style wardrobe basics and give you some tips on how to stay stylish and comfortable during the colder months. 

As the temperature drops and the snow dances in the cold air, it’s time to say goodbye to light summer layers and hello to cozy and stylish winter outfit. Lets get started:

1. Layering:

The beauty of winter style is mastering the art of storage. Pairing cozy sweaters with cute dresses or layering with scarves and hats will add warmth and sophistication. The addition of fun fabrics and contrasting colors creates a flow that provides comfort with style. We love mixing textures and colors to create an interesting look, as both layers serve the practical purpose of keeping you warm. Winter style is all about comfort, but this season it’s important to embrace luxe textures and contrasting silhouettes. Experimenting with different materials like cashmere, wool, and faux fur can not only add depth to your ensemble, but also provide warmth without compromising your winter style.

2. Coats and Jackets:

In winter style, coats and jackets become more than just outerwear: they are an indicator of style. From classic wool coats to trendy coats, these pieces are functional and stylish. The right coat will enhance any outfit and provide warmth without sacrificing elegance. Whether it’s a tailored coat that exudes sophistication or a cozy jacket ready to take on snowflakes, variety allows for personal expression. Embrace bold colors or stick to timeless neutrals; Coats and jackets are essential winter style companions that effortlessly combine functionality and fashion. Outerwear is the most visible part of your winter wardrobe, so choose wisely. Invest in a quality coat that will not only complement your winter style but also provide adequate insulation. Classic options like wool pea coats, stylish puffer jackets or stylish trench coats are timeless options that will elevate any winter outfit. 

3. Hot Accessories:

During winter, accessories become a functional and fashionable necessity. A chunky knit scarf not only adds warmth, but also adds a touch of comfortable elegance to any outfit. Consider investing in a stylish hat or beanie to protect your head from the winter chill. Leather gloves or mittens are not only functional but can also add a touch of luxury to your winter style. Stylish gloves, whether fleece-lined or touchscreen-compatible, keep your hands warm while providing technical comfort. Hats aren’t just for keeping warm; It’s a fashion statement, from chic beanies to sophisticated Fedora hats, adds to your winter style. And don’t forget the boots: whether knee-high, ankle-high or fur-lined, they offer style and protection against the cold. This fantastic accessory is the perfect finishing touch, ensuring a cozy and elegant winter style look. You should not underestimate the power of accessories to add style and warmth. Invest in stylish and practical accessories like scarves, gloves, hats and noise-cancelling headphones. These items not only brighten up your outfit but also keep you warm.

4. Universal sweaters:

Sweaters are an essential item in your winter style wardrobe. Choose versatile pieces like cable-knit sweaters, oversized pullovers that can be easily combined with other items in your wardrobe. Versatile sweaters are the best winter companions, perfectly combining comfort and style. From classic turtlenecks to cozy turtlenecks, these versatile pieces can easily fit into any wardrobe. Its warmth and versatility make it a must-have during the colder months and offer endless styling options. Layer them up for extra insulation or wear them alone for a smart look. Versatile sweaters transcend fashion trends and make them a comfortable and trendy winter style staple. Neutral tones are timeless, but don’t be afraid to try bold colors to brighten up the winter darkness. Most sweaters are seasonal clothing and are converted into winter shelters. These versatile fabrics offer unmatched comfort, style and performance, making them popular during the colder months.

5. Denim and trousers:

Although skirts and dresses can be part of your winter style wardrobe, it is important to invest in a good pair of jeans or stylish trousers. They provide an extra level of warmth and go well with different sweaters and jackets. Dark colored jeans or fitted trousers can quickly go from day to night. Denim, known for its durability and flexibility, remains a winter favorite. From casual jeans to a smart denim jacket or dress, these pieces provide the perfect base for any outfit. Choose deep denim or a straight fit to provide more warmth while still maintaining a denim edge that adds style. Classic jeans are perfect for casual winter style due to their durability. you can pair it with a cozy sweater or layered top for a casual yet modern look. 

6. Attractive Outerwear:

When the chilly winter air arrives, there’s nothing more comfortable and stylish than wearing a cozy sweater. This basic piece perfectly combines fashion and functionality, offering warmth without sacrificing aesthetics. If you want to make a bold fashion statement, consider investing in a statement piece of outerwear. It could be a faux fur jacket, a parka in vibrant colors, or a jacket with a special print. Let your outerwear take center stage and keep the rest of your outfit simple and elegant. 

Conclusion:

Winter style isn’t about just warming up, It’s an opportunity to express your personality and to winter style your body type through layers, textures and accessories. Winter style is a great opportunity to show off your fashion sense while staying warm and cozy. With the right grooming, quality outerwear and stylish accessories, you’ll be able to tackle the colder months with confidence and style. Use the winter season as an opportunity to experiment with textures, colors and styles and let your wardrobe reflect the warmth and vibrancy of your personality. Be comfortable, Be stylish.

[2003-123]

Style your favorite trench coat this winter.

Hey trendsetters! Winter vibes are in the air, and guess what? It's time to turn heads with your winter coat game, especially when that game involves the ever-so-stylish trench coat. Buckle up because we're about to dive into some seriously cool ways to rock your trench coat this season. Get ready to feel snug, look fab, and bring that extra oomph to the chilly streets!

Sleek and Chic Vibes:

Picture this: You, rocking a neutral Mens Bright Red Suede Leather Jacket like a total boss. Pair it with a sleek black turtleneck and some sharp trousers. It's a classic combo that screams sophistication. Top it off with leather gloves and ankle boots - you're now the winter runway sensation!

Casual Coolness Unleashed:

Embrace the laid-back vibes by throwing your trench coat over a chunky knit sweater and those distressed jeans you love. It's like the perfect blend of comfort and style. Kick it up a notch with stylish sneakers or ankle boots. Oh, and a snug scarf is the cozy cherry on top!

Monochrome Magic Madness:

Let's talk about being the king or queen of one color. Grab a trench coat in your favorite shade and match it with pants and a sweater in the same hue. Minimalist, sleek, and guaranteed to turn heads – you're basically a walking winter masterpiece.

Belted Brilliance:

Say hello to a whole new level of coolness by throwing a belt around that trench coat. Not only does it make you look like a fashion guru, but it also shows off those killer curves. Experiment with different belts because why not? The world is your runway, darling.

Layered Luxe Love:

Stay toasty while looking like winter fashion royalty by layering your trench coat over a cozy knit dress or a chic turtleneck and midi skirt combo. Mix up textures and patterns, toss on some knee-high boots, and finish the look with a beret. Parisian vibes, anyone?

Edgy Edge Extravaganza:

Ready to unleash your inner rebel? Pair your Mens Authentic Red Bomber Leather Jacket with leather leggings, a graphic tee, and some edgy combat boots. Top it off with a beanie and oversized sunglasses for that urban-chic vibe. It's not just an outfit; it's a statement!

[slimeywooper]

Labmas AU - Unintended Consequences

Chapter 6 Part 2 - Agreement

It was evening when you heard a light knocking on your door. It must be Nobori. You had become worried he wouldn't show, or that Alvis hadn't bothered to tell him to come. Jumping up, you turn off your phone and place it on the table. Rushing to the door and opening it, you're greeted with Nobori's back.

He begins talking while facing the wall, "Hello, (Y/N). I apologize for coming so late. It was a shock when Mr. Alvis came to inform me you had requested my presence. He sounded terrified to be speaking to me. I must admit, I've never been invited inside anyone's personal quarters before, barring Kudari's of course."

"Really? Well, don't be nervous, I just wanted to thank you." Stepping aside to make room for him to enter, he doesn't move. "Um, you can turn around and come in now." You say this lightly, so it won't come across as a demand.

"Yes, well… do you remember when I told you how I was able to hide my hybrid features? I'm not hiding them at this time, and I don't want to startle you." He spoke quietly when saying this.

You hadn't anticipated getting to see such an intimate side of him tonight, but console him, "It's no problem at all. Would you like me to close my eyes until you're ready?"

"…Yes, I think I would appreciate that," Came his soft voice.

"Okay, I'll close my eyes now." A moment after closing them, you feel him pass by, so you shut the door. Turning, you slowly walk to the couch, arms outstretched so you won't hit anything. Nobori grabs your wrist and helps guide you. After you sit down you say, "Let me know when you're ready for me to open them." The couch shifts, indicating he has sat next to you.

"A-all right. You may open your eyes," He murmurs. Slowly opening them, your attention is drawn to the soft, yellow glow of his eyes and the impossibly black pigmentation encircling them. If you had opened the door to him facing you, they would have been the first thing you saw in the dim hallway. He wore a nervous expression, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. His skin was a light lavender color. You could definitely see the Chandelure in him. He wasn't wearing his trench coat, substituting it for a turtleneck. Or perhaps he always wore that under his coat. Also absent were his gloves. You reached your hand out towards his, but stopped to ask permission, "May I touch your hand?"

"You may." He whispered it so softly, you wondered if you imagined it.

Continuing on your mission, you grab his hand and lift it closer so you can get a better look. It has the same lavender color as his face, but other than that, it feels like a normal hand. No change in temperature or texture. Lowering his hand, your fingers reach up and brush the rim of his hat, looking to him for approval. After a nod, you remove it. His hair was receding and the same silver color as his sideburns and goatee. Placing the cap back on his head, you felt your curiosity was satiated. You decided to ask the question that had popped in your head when first seeing his true visage. "How is it you make yourself look…"

"Like a normal person?" He finishes the question for you, looking down as he explains, "Lots of makeup. It's quite tricky to apply enough to cover the black rings. Definitely a learning curve. Scleral contact lenses cover most of the glow my eyes give off. I never wear short sleeves, so my arms are always out of view. As are my hands when I wear gloves."

Thinking of all the effort he must put in for something that was so easy for others, you realize he must not expose many people to how he looks. Feeling strangely honored for getting to see it, you recognize his courage in revealing himself to you. "Thank you for showing me the real you. I know you didn't have to. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable."

He looks back to you, speaking assuredly, "Not at all. I was more worried I would upset you with my appearance."

"Well, you shouldn't worry so much. I think you're quite handsome." You tell him with a smile, hoping he will see your sincerity. His face becomes a darker shade of purple, so you decide to save him from further embarrassment by changing the subject. "I'm glad you came. When I was at the lockers today, Colress didn't mention that I locked my badge in there yesterday. I know for a fact he wouldn't have let me live it down had he known. So, thank you for not telling him."

"It was nothing. You were very stressed and it was not pertinent information to the subject we were discussing." He starts playing with his goatee. It must be a habit of his, you note.

With how often he and Colress talk, it seems Nobori is in a high position within Team Plasma, at least in the laboratory. Being given access to the whole lab, and even Kudari. "If you don't mind my asking, what exactly do you do for Colress?" You couldn't help your curiosity.

"I don't do much, really. Dr. Colress only calls on me when there is need. My work is done outside of Plasma headquarters. I assure there aren't any negative optics arising for Team Plasma and prevent inconveniences from happening. It would probably be more factual to say that my real job is caring for Kudari." Pausing as if he just remembered something, he continues, "On the topic of Dr. Colress, I should be returning to my room. Though I have only been here a short while, If he discovers I left, he will be quite displeased with me."

"Wait, does he seriously make you stay in your room when you're not working?" You were horrified at the implication.

"It's not that I'm not normally allowed to leave my room, I would just rather not make the others who work here uneasy. However, I'm afraid Dr. Colress is upset that I let Kudari out the other day, and has told me not to leave my room as a form of punishment. He feels Kudari is a danger and doesn't like him to be let out unless someone is watching him, which rarely happens now." There was a hint of sadness in his voice. Nobori stands from the couch and looks down to you. "Thank you for inviting me over. It was an exhilarating experience in the daily monotony of my life."

Standing up as well, you remember the other topic you wanted to discuss with him. "It was no problem, really. But, before you go, I have a request as well." Nobori straightens his back. "Colress told me you can more or less 'hypnotize' people. And, though I appreciate that you were trying to calm me down, can you… not do that again? What I feel may not always be pleasant, but they're my feelings to endure." You hope you explained it to him adequately, without sounding as if he did something wrong.

He gives you a shocked expression, before apologizing, "Forgive me, I thought I was helping you. I did not realize it would disturb you so." Nobori looks distraught. "I will be sure not to do so again from here on out, unless you ask." He bows his head in repentance.

"Hey, don't feel too bad about it. You couldn't have known it would bother me." You place a finger under his chin to softly lift his head back up. "Honestly, last night was the best sleep I ever had!" You give him a big grin. His face becomes deep purple again as you continue, "Alright, I'll let you go. Take care of yourself. Don't take this the wrong way, I know you respect him, but Colress can come across as extremely passive aggressive. Try not to let him put you down."

His mood immediately lifts. "I know exactly what you mean. He's definitely an… acquired taste." Smiling once more, he tips his hat, "Have sweet dreams, (Y/N). I'm sure I'll see you around." He turns and lets himself out, giving you one last glance before he's gone.

Alone again, you were smiling like a fool. Was something happening? You were much too busy attempting to navigate Colress and your work situation for anything to be happening. It's probably just nerves. You hope it's just nerves. Still, you consider Nobori to be extremely handsome. Which didn't mean anything. So was Colress, but he was an ass. Whereas Nobori was gentle and sweet. It would be best for you to get some sleep and stop thinking for the night. Only bad things can come from thinking so much. You decided to just concentrate on your breathing and what tomorrow would be like. Definitely not looking forward to potentially running into Nobori.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Hello there!

May I request a platonic (with a hint of parental) of Grimsley who's a mentor for a child/preteen reader (around 11-12 y/o)

Reader got this dark aesthetic (black cap, turtleneck, black trench coat, and boots) that aspires to be a Dark type Elite Four, but despite all that they're a little mischievous and off-the-wall kid.

They really like spending their time with Grimsley (even to the point they'd wait in front of his casino) and Grimsley finds them adorable and lowkey treats them like a kid he never has

Like, they'd battle, train, and then hang out like showing card tricks.

(I love found family so much-)

Oooh, that sounds pretty interesting! I'll see what I can do!

[jrueships]

ok but

why haven't i seen these photos of Vince on tumblr yet, HUH??