#tv girl masquerade

[anzadosara]

what about dangerously yours

[kavalyera]

What’s this? One sided lesbian romance in MY vtm chronicle????

My OC, Vivienne Peng (Ventrue) and her (ex) girlfriend, Celeste Barnett (Brujah). Sketch based off this part in Viv’s backstory

[qijiu-canon]

Someone please come and tell me Catherine and Rudolph have a happy ending and none of them dies please, I NEED to hear it or I won't be able to enjoy the podcast, PLEASE, OR JUST SEND ME ANY DAMN FIX IT PROMT FANFIC

[asubmergedcity]

You'll find moonless nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them there will be no answer

[hyuny-bunny]

cybersex | camgirl! x skz

prologue . chapter II

MDNI (18+): this series will depict sex work and acts of sex. content warnings will include the following for this chapter: mentions of body image issues, girl x girl sex, mentions of sex toys, female masturbation, reader is actually bi but i did not explicitly state it in the chapter, it's a pretty mild chapter

genre: skz x camgirl!reader, use of she/her/hers wc: 2.2K

Chapter 1

It had been about 6 weeks since you had done the first live-stream, at the start, it was mainly about getting comfortable in front of the camera. Sana, being your mentor through this, started off by bringing you onto her stream. With Mina’s permission, Sana proposed the idea of allowing her to guide you through the first live. Mina trusted both of you deeply, she always understood that while this started off as a hobby for extra income it had become a job for Sana. In the same breathe, they would never compromise their relationship or boundaries. Mina expressed she was completely okay with it, she had even extended her offer to join you for this if it made you more comfortable as she often did join Sana in her streams as it brought even more views and money. 

Clothing was the first obstacle. The idea of going full frontal made the idea of jumping into a frozen pool more appealing. So to get you to dip your toes in the water, less was more. It was all about a tease. Sana had gotten you to wear a black slip dress, no bra but panties were optional. As for your face, you had found a black lace masquerade eye mask that complimented the dress well. Similarly, Sana often had a white lace masquerade mask with bunny ears that stood tall, a lot of her viewers liked the mask even after her face reveal, it played into her branding and persona. 

Sana had brought you into her cam room where she prepped you both for the live-stream. She went over all the rules and safewords, reaffirming you could stop the moment you felt uncomfortable or didn't want to do it anymore. She made sure you were familiar and settled in your headspace before beginning, you allowed her to do your hair and makeup a slow guide to calm the nerves. For Sana, these were opportunities to take her out of reality, into a space where she had control and power. It was her way of artistry, of performing, this was her stage and where she felt empowered. You had agreed to make the live no longer than an hour, so that’s where it would begin, you sat in front of Sana situated between her legs. Positioned perfectly behind the camera was a TV screen-sized monitor where you could see yourselves and the chat, comments rolling in once the camera was turned on. Mina sat in for the live quietly to take control of the live setup so she could immediately shut things off if you gave the signal, she often did this when Sana was soloing her streams. 

Although you feared you’d back down the minute the camera turned on once the compliments rolled in, you felt the adrenaline pumping. It was a head rush to see so many gawking and begging to see more of you, it didn't matter who these people were or what they looked like. It was a rush you had never felt before. So there it was, your close friend feeling you up, kissing along your neck as you guided yourself through an orgasm with your legs spread in front of the camera for all her followers to see. By this point, the other two present in the room were shocked but turned on by the show you put on. All they could focus on was your moans and whimpers, it was almost angelic and the scenery was just as heavenly. Prior to this, an account was set up for to continue with this if things worked out. Mina had taken the initiative to pin your username that would link your account, amassing two thousand followers 20 minutes into the stream and by the end, you would walk away with a total of four and a half thousand.

Once the live had finished, you felt a little embarrassed by how quickly you felt you escalated things but Mina & Sana had reaffirmed there was nothing to be embarrassed by, they were proud of how well you had done. With the gifts and donations that you had accumulated from that first live you were able to start saving for your own equipment. You had decided to solo two more lives that week, getting more comfortable and only ever masturbating/teasing for the duration to situate yourself with things you liked and disliked. At this point, you were beginning to question if you even needed your waitress job. Thus began your search for your own apartment. You had maintained a consistent amount of streams twice a week for an hour over the next four weeks, allowing you to spend time apartment-hunting. 

“You know, if I had known this little hobby would drive you out of my apartment, I would have never gotten you started,” Sana spoke as she made her morning coffee while you sat at the breakfast bar eyes lasered into the apartment listings. Sana enjoyed having you in her apartment but understood the importance of having your own space to continue doing these lives. “What am I gonna do with you gone?” she asked pouting as you hadn’t even so much as glanced at her.

“Please stop acting as if I’m dying or never coming back,” You grumbled as your eyes began to strain from the laptop's brightness. “You’ll still see me at work and I promise to come over all the time to continue to annoy you every waking chance I get.”

The apartment scene hadn’t been as glorious as it was. Luckily for you, a listing had just opened for a building not too far from where you lived. It was an open floor-plan apartment, with big arched windows and exposed brick walls. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an air conditioning unit, and hardwood. It was an interior designer's wet dream. The rent was just in your range and it was a second-floor apartment with a small balcony. You had arranged to see the apartment that day and were pleasantly surprised to find you could see the place in the next hour with only a 15-minute commute from Sana’s place. Apartments like these were hard to come by, the fear of not having a backup option ate away at you which is why you still sat at the computer. You slammed the computer deciding to just scout out the building now would be better instead of sitting here

“Well, I am off to see this place, do you want to come with?” You asked Sana as she sipped away at her coffee. 

“I’d love to but I promised to take Mina to the farmers market this morning, she’s finishing up as we speak. Call me right after though and we’ll grab lunch together.” She kisses your cheek disappearing back into her bedroom. You hum in agreeance heading towards the door, you feel a familiar nudge at your leg only to find your fur baby. Jiji was your gorgeous white and grey cat that you found on your way home after a particularly terrible shift, she had always been there to get you through the hardest times. 

“And you, my little muffin, I will see you later. Mommy’s gonna get us a nice big place for you to run and terrorize all on your own. Get you a nice big tree and the biggest fluffiest bed imaginable.” She purrs pleasantly as if she had a complete understanding of the promises you just made her.

After giving her a shower of kisses, you headed down the street to find the building. It was about 3 blocks over, it was a relief to know you could stay in an area that was still familiar to you. It was a quaint area, well-kept. There was a coffee around the corner you frequently passed on your way to work but never found the time to stop in or bothered to visit when the one closer to you had always just been across the street. You leaned against the brick wall that stopped at your hips

while waiting for the relator. Your ears perked hearing someone come out of the building. As you turned to peak at the stranger, you were met with two familiar but unexpected faces instead. 

“Fancy seeing you here, stalking us?” Seungmin was the first one to say something as they came down the stairs.

“Hmm? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen you two before this very moment,” You said as they now stood at the bottom of the stairs. Seungmin and Jeongin were two waiters from the restaurant you worked at. You were always friendly with both of them, but your friendship never went beyond the walls of the restaurant unless it was a particularly rough night and you all went out to the bar down the street for some after-work drinks.

“Are you wait for someone?” Jeongin asked. He always had such a cute that was simultaneously sharp and made him look older than he was. Seungmin on the other hand had a very boyish face, he was cute like a puppy but something in his mannerisms always said that he wasn’t as sweet as he may look.

“Sort of, I’m waiting on a realtor to tour an apartment here.”

“The one on the 2nd floor?” Seungmin asks in a higher pitch than you anticipated. 

“Actually, yeah. How’d you know?” You ask as Jeongin mutters a ‘damn’ under his breath.

“We were looking at it ourselves, we wanted to upgrade the living space. It’s incredibly nice though, it’s big, and the rooms are huge too for an apartment like that. Hard to come by.” Seungmin says as he slaps a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder. “You and Sana moving out together?”

“Oh no it's just me! I figured It was time to give her and Mina a space to themselves.” A half lie but truth be told, they did indeed need their own space.

“But it’s a two-bed-” Jeongins question gets interrupted by the realtor announcing himself.

“Hi, so which of you was touring the apartment today?” It is a short, stout man who speaks up his suit was a beige two-piece completed with a white button-down. You raise your hand in response. “Perfect! Follow me then.”

“Well, I’ll see you guys later!” You waive goodbye to them, Seungmin smiles with a waves, and Jeongin does the same with a look of confusion.

You followed the realtor up the stairs to the building entrance where he punched in the code. As you entered, someone from down the hall emerged from their place. He was tall with dark hair, he was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt, and his hair was pulled into a half ponytail with some strategically placed strands pulled out that perfectly showed off the ear piercings. He had a smock thrown over his shoulder, his eyes met yours as you passed him to the stairs, there was no denying how stunning he was. The stranger offered a wink as he walked out the door. Something in your gut told you that wouldn’t be the last time you saw him. 

The tour of the apartment wasn’t very long, the photos online did not do the place justice. There was plenty of sun beaming through the window, the kitchen was painted a deep green that perfectly contrasted with golden wood and white wall accents.  The master bedroom had plenty of space, the bathroom had a claw foot tub perfect for decompressing and aftercare pampered baths. You signed for the lease once you had your fill of the place were given notice that you could move in a week from that day.

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A week came by faster than you anticipated, you had hired a moving company to move everything for you. Work at the restaurant was slammed, you were covering as many shifts as you could to give you extra cushion to take the following week off to unpack and rest. The next time you had saw Seungmin and Jeongin, you gleefully told them about taking the apartment, and they generously offered to help you with the move-in process. You declined their offer but warmly invited them to your house warming.

Fortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot, Sana had owned most of the furniture so you had free agency to decorate the place as you pleased. Part of the move-out was agreeing to share custody of Jiji, while she was your fur baby, she was also Sana’s. You had agreed on a week-to-week schedule, this was your off week while you prepared the place. In the hunt for the most lavish and aesthetic cat furniture, you bought and assembled a cherry blossom cat tree with a matching pink cat cave for your sweet girl. After a grueling 5 days of unpacking, readjusting, and shifting, you had finally completed the place. 

Ordering so many toys, furniture pieces, and equipment for the 2nd room made you feel a little crazy. You prayed none of your new neighbors saw the number of packages that came over the days concealing the assortment of sex toys, lingerie, and camera equipment. Your camgirl room was finally complete and you had promised your viewers a special show for the long wait.

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cybersex masterlist

a/n: apologies for the delay in upload. i'll have chapter 2 later tonight with the good spice. comment below or send my an ask to be added to the taglist !🤍

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[t3a-tan]

Tea's Writing Masterpost!

A lot of people have asked if I have a masterpost, and I did not, so I decided to finally make one before things got even more out of hand lol

An introduction to me and my blog!

Link to the order these stories are set in!

Orna's Song!

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Multi-part stories:

The Party Was Crazy Last Night - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 - (Sammy is a borrower, which sucks because she's pretty sure she's falling in love with a human; the very beings responsible for the suffering of so many of her kind…Oscar is a human, which is a little difficult to deal with when you're in love with a girl the size of your thumb.)

New Perspectives - 1 / 2 / 3 / (what if?) - (Borrower Oliver and James switch sizes)

James Finds a Child - 1 / 2 - (James finds a borrower child and Oliver isn't there to help)

Failed Meeting - 1 / 2 - (James meets borrower Sammy for the first time)

Fetch - 1 / 2 - (Borrower Tanner is found by James whilst the human is walking a dog)

Romantic and Hopeless - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 - (Oscar and borrower Sammy are soulmates. A story based on @tinyundercover's soulmate mechanics from their story 'Pepper and Felix' (except it's 18, not 21))

Pursuit of Gnosis - 1 / 2 - (A renowned magic researcher called Ryker leaves the city of Nirgend, discovers a forest spirit the size of a mouse, and he wants to know more.)

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One-part stories:

Friends in High Places - (James and borrower Oliver meet for the first time)

Stay a Little Longer - (Semi-continuation of 'Friends in High Places'. James and borrower Oliver bond more)

Doesn't Change a Thing - (Size-shifter James is assured by Oliver that this doesn't change their friendship)

Soggy Cereal - (Oliver meets borrower James when he falls into his bowl of cereal)

Crow Army - (Borrower Oliver shows James his army of crows)

Injured - (James has to help an injured borrower Oliver)

Disaster Strikes - (Freddie meets his best friend's crush for the first time! Wait why is she so small?)

First Time - (James lets borrower Oliver drink some alcohol, not realising the borrower has never drank before)

Something's Off - (Oliver is reunited with Tanner! But this version of his cousin is a borrower..?)

Oliver Finds a Child - (Oliver finds a borrower child whilst working and helps them get home safe and sound)

Accidents Made in Anger - (James is angry and borrower Oliver tries to comfort him, but gets hurt by James in the process)

A Whole New World (literally) - (Borrower Sammy and Oliver find themselves magically transported into the forest of a ferocious dryad named Jamai...but perhaps he's more gentle than he appears?)

Jarred - (Oliver gets frustrated over borrower James's stunts and decides to put him in a jar)

Spiralling - (Borrower Tanner is left in James's care whilst Oliver is away, and they both bite off more than they can chew)

Herbicide - (Ren is injured by an angel and Jamai takes care of her)

Movie Night - (Borrower James accidentally drops in on Oliver whilst the human is watching TV)

Ryker's Guilt - (A story from Ryker's perspective)

Newborn Spirit - (How little Ren was born and how Koten got his name)

Pixie In Need - (Jamai finding an injured pixie)

Cody Adopts Cynbel - (How Cynbel came into Cody's (and later Jael's) life)

Jael Meets Cynbel - (Jael meets Cynbel, and the meeting isn't as smooth as planned)

Panic At The Masquerade Ball - (wlw where Orna is invited to and crashes a royal masquerade ball)

A Helping Hand - (Cody, literally larger than life, checks on Earth and the humans living there)

Under His Eye - (Ryker after having just kidnapped Sammy and Tanner is suddenly greeted by a giant eye in the sky)

Under His Eye (what if?) - (An alternate ending to Under His Eye in which Ryker is recognised by Cody)

Have Faith - (Sammy is having a crisis but luckily Jael is there to help)

Meeting Bishop - (Cody is curious about other universes and ends up meeting Bishop; another version of himself.)

Firing Squad - (After Jael's friend and follow squad member is found guilty of rebelling, he is put in charge of their execution to prove his loyalty)

Different Doesn't Mean Bad - (Cody reassures his daughter Charlie that her lack of magic isn't a flaw)

She's Still There On Your Coat - (Sammy accidentally gains the wrath of angels, but luckily one fallen angel is here to help her out)

Silent But Friendly - (Kid Oliver finds kid borrower James in a tub of oats and tries to befriend him)

[artiststarme]

Happy Halloween!

The first Halloween they have after the events of Spring Break is the best Eddie had ever had. He’d always loved Halloween with its mystery and secrets, the hidden horror found in the films, and the candy everyone passed out to the kids. He loved watching the kids of the trailer park dress in their second-hand costumes to pretend to be fairies, princesses, and pirates like he too had once before. But before 1986, he’d always been alone. He would smear makeup on his face and run door to door in the early evening before anyone else was out then he’d saunter home and hide from the bullies outside with a lap full of candy and the small TV screen playing a horror flick. 

Halloween of 1986 though brought a new opportunity. Eddie could put on a mask and cease to be the boy that everyone in the town despised. He would no longer be a “known” killer that mothers pulled their children away from. He wouldn’t be the idiot that flunked out of high school after three tries. He wouldn’t even be the freak that people sneered insults at. That Halloween night, Eddie was able to just be himself with his friends. 

He and Steve weren’t dating at that point, but he could feel they were close. Eddie saw the way his eyes never strayed quite too far away from him and felt how his hands reached for him whenever he turned away. It wasn’t different on Halloween. 

Eddie’s face was covered with black and white paint and his hair was let loose on his back, the curls unruly and full. He was masquerading as a member of KISS, the only metal band that Steve could stomach to listen to for any period of time. Above all though, he wasn’t Eddie Munson. 

Steve dressed as Ferris Bueller wearing a costume eerily similar to Tina’s Halloween Party several years prior and matched with Robin who went as his best friend Cameron Frye. The kids dressed in random costumes that meant little to Eddie beyond recognition that they were having fun. 

The whole Party went door to door in Loch Nora for the full size candy bars then around the Wheeler’s neighborhood for some of what Dustin called, “the cheap shit”. When the night was over and most of the houses were out of candy to pass out, everyone headed back to the Byers’ house for the sleepover of all sleepovers. They carved pumpkins and ate pie, they made pumpkin seeds and cookies, they almost gave Hopper a heart attack when they started a food fight that wrecked the entire dining room (Eddie started it but he’s taking that with him to the grave). 

When the kids were too tired and the girls had retreated to bed, Steve led Eddie out to his car where they watched the stars and smoked some cigarettes. They ate all of Dustin’s candy and traded secrets under the gaze of the brightened moon. Eddie’d long forgotten about his face paint up until the point where Steve’s lips met his in a light kiss that shot electricity through his bones. They kissed and hugged until their noses were cold from the chilly weather and they had no choice but to head back inside. 

It was the best night of Eddie’s life. 

The morning after was not. He woke up with a bruising jolt from Steve’s elbow making contact with his jaw. His stomach hurt from the excessive consumption of sweets and his lungs were tight from the chain smoking. Most of all though, his head hurt from the loud raucous of the kids finding his facepaint all over the lower half of Steve’s face. 

He dealt with the outraged confusion of the kids, the stern ‘talking-to’ (more like screaming match) from Hopper for defiling his adopted son, and even the not so subtle looks from Robin and Nancy. Everything was worth it in the end when Steve carefully wiped off the makeup on Eddie’s face with nimble fingers and gentle swipes until all that was left was some slight staining of skin and his lips meeting Steve’s. 

Halloween of 1986 was the best of many moments to come. It turns out that for Eddie, ‘86 was his year after all. 

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[ash-and-starlight]

Books of 2023

the list nobody asked for <3

My reading habits had gone a bit stagnant in the past couple of years so this year i made the effort to engage in reading again and wow books really are good!! who would have thought! Sharing this year's book log with the small reviews i did while reading yeah i am That kind of list lover if u feel like being nosy, (and maybe even help mi crowdsource reading recs based on my likes 👀🤲?)

The left Hand of Darkness - Ursula K. Le Guin Ursula i Need to know your thoughts on omegaver- [gunshot] THAT ASIDE yeah. mrs Le Guin you've done it again. I can see why everyone got their brain chemistry altered by this book.

The Membranes - Chi Ta-Wei another brain chemistry altering book. would love to discuss it with a gender studies major lmao

Satanic Verses - Salman Rushdie its a v atmospheric and poignant story, I know I would have loved it more if I was familiar with the rich religious/cultural background it draws from

The Masquerade Series - Seth Dickinson Crazy insane in the membrane about this series. one of the most compelling worldbuildings I've ever seen, and most importantly it features one of the most crazy wet pathetic scrunkly meow meow protagonists i've ever had the pleasure of reading about.

Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides i liked the writing style of this book a lot! idk how well it holds up re: intersexuality topic, but its a very engaging read.

Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers: Monstrosity, Patriarchy, and the Fear of Female Power - Jude Ellison, Sady Doyle The title says it all honestly, its a beautiful, thought provoking and engaging essay, spanning eras, pop culture phenomenons, and real life events on the topic of women and horror.

The cat who saved books - Sōsuke Natsukawa this was so cute and heartfelt, it will really make you go Ah Yes, this is Why we Love Books <333

The Locked Tomb Series - Tamsyn Muir now when people say there is a girl who is the cursed sacrifice of 2000 infants who falls in love with the sleeping embodiment of the soul of the Earth (barbie) and also another girl who is the only survivor of the aforementioned sacrifice and is. a Jesus metaphor? and also the two girls become one at some point. and every book is a different genre. and god is bisexual. and memes survived the nuclear apocalypse. I can just nod and say so true.

The Area X Trilogy - Jeff VanderMeer Rotating this series in the microwave of my mind at the speed of light it's soSO GOOD!! the movie doesn't even come close honestly u NEED to read the books. and then go touch grass and be aware of every strand in a completely new way.

The Dawn of Yangchen - F. C. Yee nice read! I was more invested in the worldbuilding crumbs than in the actual story lmao, I will forever think about the HEATED airball rivalry between the air temples and about the swt greetings / bethrotal armbands.

Inuit Stories of Being and Rebirth: Gender, Shamanism, and the Third Sex - Bernard Saladin d'Anglure starting w a disclaimer bc I feel like the topic of native colonization was ignored when it should have been way more prominent when talking about the context of where and when these testimonies were collected?? That aside it was very interesting and well put together, with first account testimonies of Inuit elders about their myths, lifestyles and beliefs.

Pachinko - Min Jin Lee i read the book after having seen the tv series (which i also rlly recommend). Very moving story about a family and its generations, from Korea under Japanese colonization to modern day America.

Her body and other parties - Carmen Maria Marchado sometimes I go about my day then I remember this book exists and stare at the wall for 30 minutes.

Dictionnaire de l'impossible - Didier Van Cauwelaert big miss. this collection of articles about "strange impossible phenomenons" sounded so quirky and interesting but i sure would have loved if the author hadnt so clearly picked a side. and also way too much church for my tastes.

He who Drowned the World - Shelley Parker Chan Im not even gonna speak about this one if you've followed me since july you know what pits of insanity and despair i'm in

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow - Gabrielle Zevin Sometimes!! the book with pretty covers put in the "famous on socials" bookstore section!! are good!! It's about being othered it's about connection it's about diaspora it's about love and friendship and most of all it's about viddy games.

Station Eleven - Emily St. John Mandel reading this post-covid and learning it was written in 2017 was A TRIP. Psychic damage at every page. still feeling very normla.

The Mask of Apollo - Mary Renault Ugh i desperately wanted to like this book because the setup is so interesting and full of potential, but the end result was just. flat. flat story flat characters the plot focusing on the wrong things at the wrong times i was so DONE when i reached the end otz.

Babel - R. F. Kuang LOVED the worldbuilding in this, the "lost in translation" system of magic is one of the most interesting things ive ever read. I think theres something about the writing in general that didn't win me over completely?? but all in all a very good

Red Ocean - Han Song This sure is a Book. That i've Read. its so profundly strange and unlike anything ive come across that i dont even know what to feel about it. i think 90% of my confusion comes from Not Getting Cultural References so if someone has a "red ocean explained" essay plz send it my way bc i couldnt find one.

[anti-kawaii-daily]

J-Fashion Terms for Beginners 3: Electric Boogaloo

Angura Kei: A Visual Kei substyle inspired by traditional Japanese underground theater performances (Angura = Underground), but it is occasionally associated with Ero-Guro Visual Kei bands. People who wear Angura typically wear traditional Japanese clothing such as kimonos, military uniforms, and school uniforms (seifukus and gakurans usually) but with a gothic twist or references to the supernatural (such as those triangle handkerchiefs worn by ghosts in Japanese folklore). It isn't uncommon to see them wear shironuri makeup as that was worn by Angura actors during the 1960s and 1970s. From what I've seen, Angura isn't typically a style one wears day to day due to its over the top and elaborate nature. Some known Angura Kei bands are: MUCC, cali≠gari (though they are more known for Ero-Guro), Zombie Lolita and Inugami Circus-dan.

A truly theatrical blast from the past...

Erokawa: Translates as "erotic cute", this aesthetic and style is also known as Erokakkoi (translates as "erotic cool"). Erokawa contrasts most kawaii trends by incorporating the concepts of sexiness seen in the West. While it is mostly a "visual art" type of kawaii style, I have seen outfits that do match this style; they tend to be mainly pastel clothes styled after lingerie, actual lingerie, clothes that share elements with Agejo Gyaru, shirts with sexy kawaii girls on them, or just your typical "tight sexy outfit with references to kawaii culture or ecchi on it. For accessories you'll see chokers, leg garters, handcuffs, harnesses and occasionally cat ears. The idea of cuteness is associated with neoteny, fragility, innocence and youthfulness; the idea of sexiness is associated with adulthood, experience, excitement and maturity. Sexiness can technically be seen as what cuteness is meant to evolve into once we all turn from children to adults. But Japan is famous for loving everything that can be considered "cute" and not approving of "non-cute" things unless they are made "cuter" for mainstream media, and yes...this partially includes sexuality that is natural for adult women to have. Enter famous Japanese Idol, Kumi Koda. Unlike most idols who's contractual purity is stricter than a Disney Channel star's, Kumi broke the mold by taking erotic elements in her artistic style and showing how they too can be seen as valid and acceptable. In contrast to other "sexy" kawaii trends, Erokawa was created with feminism and for women to take ownership of their sexuality.

Let's get sexy~...and adorable!

Ero-Guro Kei: If one thinks of Visual Kei they are most likely thinking of one of these subgenres and styles; Kote Kei (means "old school kei", this is basically how Visual Kei bands dressed in the 90s), Tanbi Kei (means "aeshetic school", this style is inspired by classic European fashion), or Ero-Guro Kei, the style we're discussing here. In case the name didn't give it away already, Ero-Guro Kei basically means "erotic" and "grotesque". As described by the website TV Tropes, this style is meant to be an Interplay of Sex and Violence. Most Ero-Guro Kei bandmembers tend to wear clothes similar to Kote Kei, but with more exposed skin (i.e. not wearing a shirt or wearing a low-cut one) and tons of S&M/bondage or fetish elements like chokers, corsets, harnesses, leather and lace or mesh worn together and masquerade masks. Despite this, for most people the "Ero-Guro" part in Ero-Guro Kei usually comes from the vulgar and raunchy lyrics in their songs coupled with horrifying music videos. Some famous Ero-Guro Kei bands include but are not limited to: cali≠gari, Dir En Grey (during their earlier albums), Kagerou and ANTI-KRANKE.

Choke me like you hate me but you love me...

[tlonista]

Multifandom Hurt/Comfort

Everything hurts; just hope you've got somebody to hold you together when it does. My multifandom writing highlights.

Careful, I Bite (Baldur's Gate 3)

Seducere (14,000 words) - Astarion's complicated, mostly terrible 200-year relationship with seduction, and his less terrible relationship with Tav.

A Crimson Night (18,000 words) - What if Astarion's quest involved an uncomfortable proposition at a masquerade? A Ren'py visual novel with BG3 mechanics and extensive player choice.

The Jayvik Cycle (Arcane)

City of Sunlight (10,000 words) - Vignettes about classism, alienation, and Viktor adjusting to life in Piltover.

Bad Machinery (27,000 words) - An AU where Viktor never left the undercity, but he found Jayce anyway.

Burning Paper Curses (26,000 words) - Viktor's exile after the Council bombing, and the birth of a fake-enemies relationship with Jayce.

Blood and Blue Diamonds (73,000 words) - A detective!Jayce love letter to '30s Los Angeles noir.

City Slang (14,000 words) - Viktor has a terrible night in the undercity, but it's the push he needs to confess some feelings to himself.

To Gold and Redwoods (4,000 words) - A marshal!Jayce and outlaw!Viktor classic western AU.

Love and Demolition (Danger Days)

Better Living Through Anarchy (35,000 words) - Fun Ghoul is a captured zonerunner. Gerard Way is a Battery City TV showrunner. A Killjoys origin story.

Graffiti Tarot (50,000 words) - The Fab Four live... but Ghoul's in prison, Poison's in a coma, Kobra's a brainwashed killer, and Jet's raising a magical girl. A post-SING AU.

The Ship Is Isaac/Misery (Dead Space)

Apostles to the Dead (5,000 words) - EarthGov kept videos of what it did to Isaac on Titan. Ellie finds them. Set during Dead Space 3.

Vacuum Lullaby (11,000 words) - Liz Cross lives in the DS remake. After Aegis VII, she and Isaac try to patch each other up.

Miscellaneous

Ant Farming For Beginners (6,000 words, Doom Patrol) - Larry Trainor's time in the Ant Farm, leaning hard on the fourth wall.

Simulacron-12 Is Smooth Again (4,000 words, Blade Runner 2049) - K is under Niander Wallace's control. Reality is breaking down. On a couple layers of existence, Joi does what she can to help.

A Kindness of Dreams (4,000 words, Darkest Dungeon) - Before the hamlet, Baldwin comforts Sarmenti in the tyrant's court.

[meerawrites]

10 facts about The Vampire Emery (my oc)

has bipolar 1 disorder (if I assigned him a Vampire: The Masquerade Clan he'd be a Malkavian)

Bisexual-biromantic

almost died of tuberculosis and cholera in 1830s Paris before receiving vampirism

inspired by Nicolas de Lenfent, Lestat de Lioncourt, Enjolras and multiple TV characters

a gentleman (in theory), until he is not

noted bi disaster, it's gotten him trouble multiple times

a bad streak with partying (and girls)

Took part in the June rebellion of 1832

served time in prison for his part in the June rebellion before his grandfather bought him out of prison

for all the vampire horrors he takes a moral opposition to the death penalty and most systems of capital punishment, basically his own kind would call him "too nice" (derogatory) and "a socialist" (derogatory) and the humans would call him "c.ommie" (negative meaning)

Playlist.

[squirrel-art]

Q: What do Jedi wear to the club?

A: Their lightsabers!

This is probably the most ambitious thing I’ve drawn in like, a year, which is wild bc I couldn’t even be assed to draw the background (it’s one of my own screenshots from Nar Shaddaa). 

I dunno, I just really like the idea of the psychic space monks getting to be hip normal girls once in a while! <3

Sartorial inspirations below the cut, because figuring out how I was gonna dress everyone was part of the fun teehee

Kira: Kira always struck me a little more of a tomboy, and I like the idea of Coruscanti street fashion orbiting the techwear sphere. So she gets the Kim Possible fit. I think she’d want any excuse to show off her abs \o/

Ántonia: Basically a copy of this outfit  (+leather jacket, gladiator heels, & lightsaber belt) worn by Australian model Isabelle Mathers that I found reposted to Pinterest. I wish I could link to the actual post, but I couldn’t find it on her instagram and suspect it might’ve been from a reel that’s no longer available? Apologies for my lack of journalistic integrity TuT And then her cute little mynock masquerade mask is based on this bat mask.

Savtas: Sav’s casual non-robes wear is almost exclusively jumpsuits, for both convenience and comfort, so of COURSE I put her in the successor to Mark Hamill’s gold lamé jumpsuit he wore for that German TV skit in the 80s. I’m in love with it now

Nadia: I just really wanted to put her in something cute with a lean towards 60s retro-futurism! It felt Star Wars-appropriate. Her dress is based on this fantastic little number by Gnyuki Torimaru. I also gave her Dior boots because I saw them on Pinterest & decided they were fantastic. You might also notice she’s changed the design of her face paint to match Sav’s tattoos ^_^

insert that old adage about gay friend groups always looking like they’re attending separate events

[outermaybanks]

do you have like a post where you talk more about the play? like an overview or something? i would have looooved to go see it but i’m not from the US so alas. would love to know more details if you wanna share

No I dont but I don’t mind talking about it I just didnt want to come off as bragging or something:

I was front row and thats the only reason yall didnt get a slime tutorial from me i swear, rudy and the other actors were like a foot away from me. it started with the speech y’know “two star crossed lovers in fair verona where we lay our scene” by the friar/priest guy, and then rudy and the actress for juliet stepped out in the background and my heart stopped just bc its so weird when you only see someone on your tv or phone and suddenly they’re actually on front of you yknow? and rudy played romeo veryyyyy well, very lovesick, very i-write-poetry-but-never-show-anyone.

It was also obvious that he and the actor for Mercutio took inspiration from the leondardo dicaprio romeo & juliet, they had some very homo erotic moments. juliet was very talented as well, when tybolt died she let out a very guttural sob, then quickly did some girl math to not be mad at romeo about it very real of a teenage girl.

both rudy and the actress for juliet were soooo good at playing absolutely lovesick, ready to die for one another lovers. It was in the small details for me, like i mentioned in a post last night, even when they were in the background they stayed in character believably, how they looked at each other, the way romeo looked at juliet, it was mesmorizing to watch. even my bf who was just there to be supportive was taken aback and in awe of rudy and the actress for juliet’s taken.

the glow orb was much more involved than originally thought, I thought maybe it was only for the masquerade scene, nope.

during the marriage scene they kept doing this cute thing where everytime the priest wasnt looking they’d get closer, hold hands, whisper loving things to each other. i promise yall on everything in me: RUDY CAN ACT HIS ASS OFF AND PLAY IN-LOVE VERY CONVINCINGLY AND THATS HOW I KNOW THERE WERE EVIL FORCES AT PLAY ON THE SET OF OBX !!!!

anyway….

what else did i really like… they were really fighting. like obviously choreographed but no stunt doubles they pushed that little blonde man up against the ‘wall’ (the set for the majority of the play was very plain with like nine cubes/boxes some were hollow, that could be moved or separated, it served as walls, as the balcony, a gate etc) and held him there, threw each other around and romeo was like a pacifist trying not to kill the woman he love’s cousin and was taking those punches like a champ, until tybolt killed mercutio

also i audibly whimpered during the big fight scene bc rudy was fucking devastated about losing mercutio and held him close and mercutio got his blood all over him.

i talked a but about a scene where mercutio was giving romeo shit. that mercutio was also so incredibly talented, and definitely took alllll his inspo from the leo dicaprio version. so mercutio is giving romeo shit like “ohhh he’s depressed bc he can’t get laid” and romeo is like “bro does it look like i dont get pussy?” and then he liked grabbed his crotch and basically started acting like teenage boys talking about sex (this was after the marriage and interpretive consummation background scene) and i dont want to say ‘humping’ each other but…. very close to it.

the end part of the play this big platform was lowered and suddenly there was a bunch of dirt on the stage, and yall know how it goes, juliet pretends to kill herself, romeo does kill himself, juliet wakes up and kills herself for realsies, the only real difference in this director’s version of romeo and juliet is that the two families very clearly forgive each other, we see romeo and juliet in heaven with mercutio and tybolt

thats all the big things that stuck with me and if anyone wants to ask about a more specific scene lmk

im gonna be completely honest romeo and juliet is one of my lesser liked shakespeare plays so there were some moments I was appreciating getting to stare at rudy’s face without a screen between us, had he been in macbeth i probably would’ve gotten a passport and flew anywhere to see him in it

[ao3feed-kathony]

Money Is A Girl's Best Friend

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59583157 by Guineapig_Generation The Sharmas arrive at Aubrey Hall and Anthony is not missing the opportunity to show off. Kate has never seen so much money in her life and it is this difference that might be insurmountable for their relationship or is there a more sinister problem masquerading a simple class difference. Kate is running away from her problems like usual but will Anthony let her? Words: 3526, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Stolen Moments Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma, Eloise Bridgerton, Agatha Danbury, Mary Sheffield | Mary Sharma Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Eloise Bridgerton & Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma Additional Tags: Angst, Money, Nobility, Anthony Bridgerton Loves Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Has Self-Esteem Issues, Idiots in Love, You have no idea how much money stuff I had to cut out of this, even when they comunicate they fuck it up, I'm setting up so much future angst here, stay tuned for a lot of kate fucking around and anthony finding out, but I am leaving for india ass argument, Anthony Bridgerton has big brown puppy eyes, kate secretly loves them, they are incapable of turning down the horny, anthony is so so rich and kate is only just realising it read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59583157

[voluptuarian]

Favorite Movie Costumes (pt. 1)

Recently got the line-up-your-toys urge to list and discuss my favorite tv and movie costumes-- my favorites are many and tumblr's image limit is low, so I'm not sure how many posts this'll eventually spread to, but here's the first crop.

The Queen's red gown - The Brother's Grimm

I don't think anyone on earth wanted to love this movie more than I did when it came out-- sadly, the film itself was generally a letdown. However, its costumes absolutely delivered, which should come as no surprise since they were designed by Gabriella Pescucci. The costumes for Monica Belluci's queen are my favorites of all, but this piece, the one she wears for most of the movie, may be my favorite costume of all time.

The costume has several iterations; it's paired most prominently with her enormous horned headdress (my fave), but she also wears it with a more delicate tiara.

Marianne de Morangias' red riding habit - Brotherhood of the Wolf

Although Brotherhood of the Wolf is far from a good movie, I have a terrible soft spot for it, which is mostly due to its wonderful costumes, including a crowd of hunting costumes throughout, none more gorgeous than the one Marianne's debuts during the film's first hunt.

I probably owe my love of riding habits to American Girl's Felicity and her swoon-worthy green velvet habit-- they are sadly underused in movies (meanwhile Marianne not only wears this red habit, but also shows off an equally beautiful green one later.)

Christine Daae's masquerade dress - The Phantom of the Opera

Fun fact, I watched this movie as a teenager (after falling in with the inescapable junior high theater nerd crowd, who tried unsuccessfully to use this as a gateway drug to getting me hooked on musicals), then forgot about the vast majority of the costumes, and stumbled upon it again years later without realizing it was from a movie and completely fell in love with it.

I'm very fond of the early 1870s silhouette in general, long trains in particular, and the back of this one is what really sold me. The frothy layers of chiffon?? the flowers?? the graceful tiered bustle?? Obsessed. (Another fun fact, this is one of the references I always bring up when discussing potential wedding dresses.)

Imogen Spurnrose's red ensemble - Carnival Row

I know, another red velvet number ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Imogen's wardrobe is full of lovely quasi-Victorian pieces, but this one had me GASPING when it came on screen. These pictures do not do the color or vibrancy of that jacket justice!

Geilis Duncan's white ballgown - Outlander

I'm usually not a fan of stripped down historical styles, especially ones this anachronistic, but something about the minimalist design of this dress just charmed me.

It reminds of in some way of artistic undress in 17th century portraits, and the lightness of the colors and material has this clean, airy, almost White Lady quality to it, and the simplicity and limited accessorizing really brings out the period silhouette. (Also I adore lover's eyes).

Vanessa Ives' lace blouse - Penny Dreadful

Vanessa has a gorgeous wardrobe (Gabriella Pescucci hitting it out of the park again) containing a number of delicate black and white blouses, but this one is my favorite.

The design is not that complex, but the wealth of tiny details, especially the petal shaped blackworked collar and cuffs, give it a huge visual punch; paired with the decorative belt and beautiful black skirt it's a very unique look that shows off some of the most beautiful elements of the period (last photo courtesy @periodcostumefantasylover)

Lorna's church dress - Lorna Doone

YES another red number. And what a red!! This miniseries is so obscure I had to do my own (butt ugly) screencaps off Youtube, but despite being a fairly modest production, they do some nice 17th century looks in it.

This dress is glimpsed for a moment as Lorna catches sight of her separated lover through the crowd-- very dramatic, but unfortunately it means getting a good look at the beautiful dress is hard, but I did my best: here's the actual scene, if you want a better look (and I'd recommend the series, too!)

Virginia Wilson's Worth dress - 1899

Big shock, the replica House of Worth dress made it in *Oprah shrug* I've adored the original dress for years, so I went nuts seeing it on the show! On top of just top tier everything, the costuming on 1899 was great, and the fact that they decided to throw this dress in was just the cherry on top.

There are some minimal differences between this dress and its inspiration, most notably the change in pattern-- Virginia's dress not only incorporates the alchemical logo like all the rest of the characters, but the rounded edges in the original are all made jagged to match it, as you can really see in the last photo.

---- on to part 2!

[inquisitornocturn]

≪─ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ: ᴄʜ. 5 - ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ─≫

⋟ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sebastian LaCroix/f!reader the Ventrue neonate

⋟ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: y/n etc is not used, rating - M, POV second person, canon-typical violence, smut, dubcon, semi-public sex, PiV, creampie.

⋟ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: From climbing the corporate ladder to being told you need to feast on human blood - this is your new life, Fledgling. The world has changed for you so drastically, you know you will need time to adjust and your new so called "boss" is not making it easy. He's sending you on tasks that feel like they were designed to get you killed. It makes you furious: at Sebastian, at your vampirism, at your lowly position in this brand new society you just stepped into. Still, LaCroix is just the type to get under your skin with ease, and he does it well. Too well. You are not too sure if you can resist his pull.

⋟ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7,001

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: bringing some heat to the story with this chapter lol! enjoy♡~

⋟ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: [link]

You did indeed keep yourself busy for the following two nights. You had other things to do, other people to talk to, other aspects of a vampire life to discover and now you came upon some fucked up situations like that freak Gimble. Just remembering his voice makes you shudder.

But, at your new apartment you feel comfortable. It has a spacious first floor with a kitchen which you know you will never use, a comfortable lounge area with big TV on a wall, a huge aquarium and a bathroom with a sizable bathtub. Second floor has your bedroom which is windowless as it should be for a vampire who has to sleep during the day. It also has another bathroom, big closet and just outside the bedroom there’s a work area with a big desk, a personal computer with LaCroix Foundation secure internet already wired up and a comfortable chair. There’s a music station with vinyl player and a radio.

To put it shortly - it has everything that you need and extra. It took you no time to settle because haven in Santa Monica always seemed like it was crawling with bed bugs and roaches. It most likely was but you avoided staying there as much as possible so you cannot be sure.

However, another interesting development happened when you moved your meager belongings to Skyline Apts. A girl you met at the hospital some time ago and fed your blood to save her somehow found you.

She introduced herself as Heather Poe and kept gushing how you are her savior. You met her after having a talk with half-dying Mercurio who said that vampires give him blood to improve his human body and asked you to get some medication for his pain, after all he was pretty badly banged up. You thought nothing of it at that moment, but then after you left the hospital through the front entrance you met another man who told you he’s a Ghoul. Only then you realized that if Heather finds you - it could mean some bad news for you. You are not sure if making her your Ghoul, no matter how innocent your reasons were when you did that, would not break Masquerade and land you in trouble with LaCroix. So you kept low profile and hoped that Heather would not remember you. But evidently she did and she showed up seeking for you. In the end - you decided to keep her. Her blood is clean and warm and she offers it freely for the taking. For a Ventrue with feeding restrictions you see that as an absolute win, but you did decide to keep Heather your little secret because you don’t want to get into another argument with Prince.

However, the time finally comes when you have to go to the scheduled so called ,party’ among kine.

“Heather, do you have my dress ready?” you call out from the bathroom where for past hour and a half you were showering, putting on makeup, doing your hair.

“I have it here!” Heather bursts into the bathroom enthused to help you with anything you need. When you look at her to take the dress she gasps maybe a little too much to be fully believable but you appreciate her effort.

“Thank you.” You smile at her and take the dress, slipping it on your body, then have Heather help you zip it up. “Hand me those earrings.” You point and again she eagerly jumps to the task.

“I could go with you if you want to! I would not be obvious I promise.” She’s like an excited puppy and you find yourself thinking of Poe as adorable.

“It’s okay, Heather. It’s a high-end pompous human affair. Nothing unpredictable will happen. Plus, I’ll be with LaCroix.”

“Right, the Prince of LA.” Heather nods but she’s not very familiar with vampire politics just yet and you are not going to give her a crash course. Not because you feel like you yourself know a lot already, you’re aware you don’t. However you would prefer for her to keep as much of her humanity as possible. Being fully aware of vampire games of power is not the way to retain that and it’s already bad enough she moved in with you, not being able to stay away.

You put on dark red lipstick carefully and put its tube in a small purse that LaCroix, or someone else, matched with the dress.

“Heels please.” You ask Heather and she nearly tumbles out of the bathroom to get your footwear for the evening. She returns in maybe 2 seconds and places them carefully in front of you, right end facing you.

“Let me help you with that.” She immediately kneels and you step into one heel, letting her manage two delicate clasps that connect straps around your ankle. Then she does the same with the other foot.

As she gets up from the floor and steps back to look at you, she seems genuinely enamored by what she sees.

“You’re stunning.” Heather whispers like she’s in awe and it does actually make you feel beautiful.

You are very used to these types of parties where this kind of clothing is required and expected but it’s your first such party since your Embrace and you feel quite nervous. You spin in spot to show her your entire look, front to back.

“You really think so?” you ask and Heather eagerly nods.

“Just beautiful. You’re going to knock everyone out of their shoes.” She replies with a smile and you walk to her, your heels making a soft click clack sound on the tiles. You reach out and touch her face, gently, almost motherly.

“You’re a gem, Heather.” You whisper and it’s like Heather melts at your touch and words.

“Happy to serve my Mistress.” She responds and you rub her cheek with your thumb just for a little while, then stop. It’s time to go, you see the time on the clock.

You walk out of the bathroom and down the stairs towards the exit, Heather tailing you.

“Is Prince going to pick you up himself?” she asks like she’s worried about your safety.

“No, he’ll send a car for me.” You check your keys and before you forget you locate your knife, then put it behind a garter underneath the dress where nobody sees. Doesn’t hurt to be safe, just in case. Other side of the dress has a slit in it that’s almost provoking.

“Do you know who’s driving it?” she asks sounding worried but you don’t stop, heading for the door, now putting your cellphone in your tiny purse.

“No, but I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

“But what if they want to kidnap you?” Heather is relentless so you stop and turn to her, she almost bumps into you then fix her glasses that nearly slipped off her face.

“Heather, please. I’ll be okay.” You try to explain and she looks for reassurance in your eyes, then finally relaxes her shoulders.

“Okay yes. I’ll be here when you return!” She smiles widely and you smile back at her softly.

“I know you will.” You gently pat her head and leave, closing the door behind you.

While you take the elevator you try to remember everything LaCroix put into his email about this event but it wasn’t much. Some sort of investors, party of 70 people, all of them humans except for you and LaCroix. Blush of Life required for the duration. You have last part down because you fed off Heather before you started to prepare. Can’t have blood on your brand new dress.

When elevator stops at the ground floor you step out and sigh. The hallway is dirty and trash is scattered on the floor but you try not to care. No matter if it’s on purpose or not you’re not going to start cleaning it just because it gets on your nerves, but it does stand out to you every time you see it. Maybe eventually you can get a tidier place for yourself. Right now, you know this well, you need to keep your profile low.

You stop just for a second, roll your shoulders then relax them, lift your chin up and step out of the building. Surprisingly the limousine is already waiting for you, so you walk towards it and open the back door. You don’t know why you got sent a limousine when it could’ve been just a simple taxi but you understand why soon enough when you climb in and see LaCroix comfortably seated at the back with a glass of blood in his hand.

“Good evening.” He says and smirks just a little. “You’re on time, I like punctuality.”

You don’t respond as you close the door behind you and sit down a little further away from him. He may have easily charmed you previous times, but now you’re anxious just enough not to think of anything inappropriate.

“You look just stunning in this dress.” LaCroix compliments and you look at him.

“Thank you. I’m glad the size fits.” You cross your legs and watch Prince snap his fingers twice. Once he does, the limousine starts moving.

“Now, have you fed? The evening is going to be at least several hours long and I don’t want you to frenzy just because Blush of Life seeped out your Vitae.” He says casually. It doesn’t sound like he’s doubting your preparation but it’s more about him being used to repeating instructions to duller accomplices.

“Don’t worry, I’ve fed.” You respond and finally take a good look at him.

Sebastian is wearing all black suit with a matching vest and blood red necktie creating a lovely and elegant contrast that was meant to match the dress you’re wearing. His suit jacket is unbuttoned and you see a golden clock chain pinned to his west’s button and tracing to the pocket on the same west, laying delicately over his lower torso. You also notice a small golden pin of Camarilla pinned to his necktie.

“You look great yourself.” You compliment casually, hoping it comes off as a polite thing you’re doing and not you trying to please him, but in reply Prince scoffs rolling his eyes.

“If not for the duties for Foundation, I would not waste my time and effort for such frivolous endeavors.”

You smile at him, seeing through his act.

“We’re both Ventrue, you don’t have to pretend to be above such events. You and me both know we thrive off mingling among the rich and the powerful.”

Sebastian rises a curious eyebrow at you. You wonder when was the last time he kept being called out on his bullshit by someone like you, lower in status.

“Next you’re going to tell me that we were born in the boardroom. I heard that line before and it was from Smiling Jack.” He says calmly and with a little bit of disgust at Jack’s name, but you can sense a type of probing in his question. Clever.

“I have not been hanging out with Smiling Jack or any other Anarchs.” You immediately clarify and Prince’s expression drops to a poker face, clearly not very happy you read between the lines of his question. “Though I do like Jack, he helped me out after the Theater incident and when the Sabbat attacked.” You admit.

“Yes, I hear Smiling Jack is a universally liked character in LA.” LaCroix looks at his glass and starts to lazily swirl the blood in it. “It’s a great power to have for someone who, in Camarilla terms, is an untamed potential.”

You watch him curiously, wondering what’s inside his head, what he’s thinking about. The limousine doesn’t show any signs of slowing yet so you decide to try and see what you can get out of him.

“As leader of Camarilla here I’m sure you have enough power and influence to get Jack on our side.” You reply with your words very carefully measured and Sebastian’s eyes flick to you. His jaw clenches while he thinks what to say, then relaxes.

“Perhaps I do. However, Jack is a man of personal freedom. I’m confident his supposed alliance with Anarchs is a simple alignment of values rather than an actual effort to death knell the Camarilla in LA. He goes where the winds of his selfishness blow. The only reason he doesn’t like Camarilla is because he’s a wild card and wants to remain as such.”

You think about his words in silence while Sebastian empties his glass and puts it down on a tray screwed in between the seats.

“I think we’re almost here.” He checks his wristwatch that you didn’t notice he was wearing and smooths out his sleeves. “Oh, I almost forgot, we have to wear these.”

With that Sebastian produces two name tag clips out of his pocket and hands one to you. Yours, just like his, is laminated, the edges of it are dark red, the rest is white. On upper end it has LaCroix Foundation in bold black letters, bellow it states your name and your new, albeit fake, status within said Foundation - CCO.

“Chief Communications Officer?” you look at LaCroix as you pin the badge to your dress and he smirks just a little bit while doing the same with his badge, though his status is proclaimed as Owner and CEO.

“I thought it would fit you since you run all kinds of errands for me among the kindred.” His eyes lift to you and you do find the humor in it, thus you smile back.

“I see.”

The limousine stops and LaCroix inhales deeply, holds it in for a second then slowly exhales.

“Blush of Life, darling. And don’t forget to smile.” He instructs without looking at you, then you witness the same transformation you saw in a Theater.

You cannot deny that he’s very handsome both in life and death, but you don’t linger on this thought and proceed to concentrate on activating the ability yourself. It doesn’t come to you as easily as it does for LaCroix but eventually you get it and the feeling is absolutely weird. It’s like warmth is spreading through your body after being so cold for a long time. You feel your heart beat for the first time in a while, you feel your skin tingle. When you look up at Prince he’s giving you a small smile with curious look.

“Ready?” he asks you as he moves towards the door and you affirm him that you are with a nod

When the door gets opened by the driver Sebastian steps out and while you scramble to get out too he reaches in and offers you his hand. You look up to him, feeling a little strange in this moment, but you give him your hand and with another smile he helps you to get out of the car gracefully.

When the driver closes the car door and walks around to move the limousine you look away from LaCroix at the massive skyscraper in front of you. It’s not a building you have been in before but you definitely know about it from people that attended parties here while you were alive.

With a sting of sadness you feel Sebastian let go of your hand and look at him to witness his hands slide into his pockets. He didn’t button up his suit jacket and it suits him better this way.

“Let’s go. I hope you remember your etiquette.” He says but doesn’t wait for an answer and heads for the door.

You join him, walking next to him, your purse in one hand, with the other you’re holding your dress’ skirt so that you don’t trip on the stairs. The automatic door opens and there’s guards eyeing you. They check your badges and scan the bar codes at the bottom of those, then let you in. In silence you and LaCroix walk to the elevator that has an attendant already waiting for you. When you are inside, the man presses a button for the right floor and tries to make small talk.

“Very nice evening for a party like that.” He says cheerfully and LaCroix gives him a side-eye but you find it amusing so you reply.

“Just wonderful. Hopefully it won’t rain tonight.” You smile softly, remembering to retract your fangs just in time.

“I hope so too, Miss.” The guy smiles at you and nods, then the bell rings as elevator stops. “Your floor Miss.” He says ignoring LaCroix and you find it even more amusing. What a little bit of kindness can do.

“Thank you, have a nice evening.” You say and walk out, LaCroix following you.

“Didn’t have to do that.” He whispers to you and you glance at him briefly.

“If you realized that power is not about putting down people you’d be more respected.” You also reply silently and notice Sebastian give you a dangerous glare but you just smile.

“Come here.” He changes the topic and you look at him, not knowing what he means, but you quickly realize he wants you to loop your arm around his elbow while he’s still having his hands in pockets.

Of course.

You match his walking speed and do as he wants while you two cross a big hallway towards a huge double door that’s open, the room inside is already quite full with people, soft music is playing and everyone’s sharing drinks. The sound of your heels on marble floor doesn’t even stand out.

“Follow my lead and don’t drift too far. I’m taking a big risk taking you here.” Sebastian whispers to you as you both keep approaching the room of light and laughter, his voice is tense.

“Not my first rodeo.” You assure him but find yourself hard to concentrate.

You can feel the warmth of his body as you walk with him almost hip to hip. You also try not to look at him because despite you trying not to think about it, you do find LaCroix extremely handsome. You were never a woman who chased men, especially for their looks and especially blondes since you always preferred dark haired men, but there’s something about him that makes you forget all your preferences when it comes to appearances of men.

The moment you step into the room you get startled and snapped out of your thoughts.

“LaCroix! You bastard, finally you showed up!” A male voice announces loudly and when your eyes find him in the crowd you see it’s a tall, early-middle aged man with green eyes, dark brown hair and very stylish facial hair.

He laughs as he approaches the two of you where you stopped and heartily slaps Sebastian’s shoulder. You feel him tense up, being displeased with such treatment but he’s not showing it. Instead he gives a delicate smile and pulls a hand out of his pocket to shake hands with the stranger. Your own arm is now free from his elbow so you grasp your purse, observing curiously.

“Alexander, good to see you in such high spirits. I presume things are going well?” Sebastian indulges in socializing as the handshake lasts a long but appropriate time for two businessmen who know each other well.

“Very! And who’s this charming lady?” Alexander looks at you and you offer him a smile of your own.

“This is my treasured partner in crime.” Sebastian replies, not letting you speak. In the end there’s no need to tell Alexander your name, it’s on the badge.

“I would say a very sexy partner.” Alexander lifts his eyebrows eyeing you up and down and you chuckle politely.

“I appreciate it, but don’t mistake my appearance for inexperience.” You respond very politely and your eye catches a glimpse of LaCroix’s stern face. You don’t know if he didn’t like what you said or was it Alexander that overstepped an invisible line, but you can ask him later.

“Oh I surely won’t.” The man replies in quite a flirtatious tone and you blush a little.

“I appreciate that.” You add and seems Sebastian loses his patience.

He wraps an arm around Alexander’s shoulders and turns with him, leading him to the bar where drinks are being served. You catch snippets of business talk as you follow them, but you don’t try to follow their conversation, instead you look around.

There are women of all ages dressed in very expensive evening-wear and men in tailored suits but mainly the crowd is made up from people around your age. You find that interesting because you didn’t know that LA has that many people of high influence that are not total pensioners. When Sebastian and Alexander stop by the bar to order drinks, you get approached by a waiter who offers you a glass of champagne from his golden serving tray. You politely take a glass thanking him and he drifts off like unanswered prayer. When you turn to look if you’re still close to LaCroix, you find him in a middle of other influential men, drowning in conversation and he’s obviously being in his element.

“I have you all to myself now.” You hear a voice and your eyes turn to find Alexander standing to your side, big smile on his face and a glass of what you presume either bourbon of whiskey in his hand. His fingers are adorned with several golden rings and his suit is darkest shade of green which suits him very well.

“I didn’t know that was your goal.” Amused you lift your eyebrows and turn to face him with your body. LaCroix is not going anywhere and you can talk to people as well.

“Oh it was, the moment I saw you.” Alexander softly chuckles to himself. “I’m just surprised to see you at Sebastian’s side of all people.”

“And why’s that?” you get curious, your eyebrows not lowering any time soon. If this man can tell you more about LaCroix you are eager to hear it.

“He just doesn’t seem to be the type.” Alexander pauses, choosing his words. ”How do I put this. I see Sebastian as someone focused on leadership and results, not chasing young beautiful women to warm his bed.”

“Oh, we’re not like that at all.” You chuckle but your cheeks blush. Goddamn the Blush of Life. At least when you’re in your normal undead state it’s easier to hide things like this.

“You’re not? Then why did he bring you with him? One plus usually means personal life partners.”

This information surprises you because that’s not how LaCroix framed it when he asked you to accompany him.

“I suppose he decided to try something new for a change.” You give a light shrug and Alexander comes closer, leaning in, acting like your conspirator but he’s smiling. His eyes meet yours and when he speaks you can smell whiskey on his breath. You on the other hand haven’t touched your glass of champagne.

“Then maybe this is where I become more interested than I was. If LaCroix hasn’t lain his claim yet, then I’m sure there’s lots of men even here who would like to take that position, I’m volunteering to be first in line.” His tone is charming, seductive and you feel flattered, remembering how it feels to be respected, admired and wanted. Your vampire life so far has been lacking those qualities and you guess it’s that way because you lack the right status.

You chuckle and lean just a little bit closer to him, feeling flirty.

“What makes you think that you’re a right fit for the position?” you whisper and you can feel Alexander’s free hand slip around your waist.

“I have a resume of qualities that are perfect for this position, I assure you.” He whispers back and pulls you just a little closer. God, you really forgot how forthright upper echelons of society tend to be.

“Maybe I can be the judge of that.” You smile flirtatiously and Alexander leans to your ear, his breath is hot against your skin.

“Only if you give me couple hours of this night to prove my qualifications.” His voice is dripping with undisguised desire and you feel your body shiver ever so slightly as you softly chuckle at his words.

“Is this party only for two?” you hear a voice you recognize well and turn your head ever so slightly to see LaCroix standing in front of you, real anger in his eyes makes your smile melt away.

Alexander pulls away from your ear and faces Sebastian with a grin.

“I’m sure you don’t mind us having a little chat since this wonderful woman just informed me that you two are not together, contrary to what I was led to believe.” He says and you find yourself amused by the situation. You wonder what LaCroix will say.

There’s a pause, a heartbeat, then Sebastian manages to tame his anger and smiles.

“Despite us not being romantically involved that doesn’t give you a right to try and seduce my employees, Alexander. Maybe that’s why I don’t bring companions when you’re around.” A genuine sounding tease and Alexander laughs loudly, yet his hand is still around your waist. LaCroix notices that too and gives you a look you can’t read before he turns his attention to his business partner.

“That’s a good one, LaCroix. However, I’m not a man of steel like you. I cannot resist a beautiful woman like this when she’s right in front of me.” He smiles and pulls you close to his body once again, which surprises you.

You are about to protest then you suddenly change your mind and decide to get back at Sebastian. If he wants to treat you like lowest of the low in the vampire world, then he should be able to take someone treating you as you deserve in the living world.

With a measured smile you rise your hand and put your palm on Alexander’s shoulder that’s closest to you.

“Alexander is a very interesting person. Very funny too. I’m sure you won’t mind him entertaining me while you’re discussing business with your peers.” You say and watch LaCroix’s jaw move as he clenches his teeth.

“If the lady doesn’t mind, then I don’t see why you should protest either.” Alexander adds like it’s another nail to a coffin and you find yourself extremely amused.

Another pause that feels swollen with tension.

“Oh I don’t mind at all, but before I leave you two alone I have to discuss something real quick with my colleague here.” LaCroix navigates the situation skillfully and with polite smile gestures to the open door. “If you don’t mind.” his eyes, staring at you, tell you that you have no choice. Uh oh.

“Maybe it can wait?” Alexander suggests, but you decide to damage control the situation. You turn to him and lean to his ear.

“I’m sure it won’t take long, I’ll be right back.” You whisper in your sultriest tone and then pull back, handing him your glass. “Hold onto this for me until I return?” you ask and Alexander very politely nods.

“Everything for Milady.” He teases and you find yourself chuckling at this.

“Please.” Sebastian’s tone is commanding despite the word he uses and you look at him, your smile fading.

“Of course.” You walk towards him and he politely places a palm on your lower back, guiding you, walking a little bit faster than he should.

You look over your shoulder at Alexander who tips his own glass to you and takes a sip. He intends to wait for you and you know it.

You just don’t know if you will be coming back.

As LaCroix expertly navigates the crowd of people towards the door, you try to understand what exactly you did wrong. It’s not like Prince is getting his panties in a bunch just because you flirted with kine. You’re not breaking the Masquerade either, so you really don’t get it. You doubt he’s jealous, why would he be. It’s not like those times you shared blood somehow tied you together.

Yet the moment you exit the party room where nobody pays attention, LaCroix’s polite hand on your lower back becomes a firm grip on your upper arm. At this point he’s dragging you away from people, taking a sharp right to an empty corridor but doesn’t stop. He’s obviously familiar with this building and this floor.

“Let go of me.” You protest, starting to feel pain from his grip but he doesn’t acknowledge you in any way. His steps are fast and determined.

Finally he comes to his destination and opens the door to some office. It doesn’t seem to be very big or lavish so you guess it’s an office for a lower level employee. What you can see with a quick glance in the darkness is that the room has a desk, computer screen at the corner of it, a chair and a filing cabinet in a further corner of the room. Nothing else.

When LaCroix pulls you into the tiny office, you almost stumble dropping your purse, your heels not being the best footwear to be dragged around in, and even before you turn back to face him you hear the door slam loudly, his grip is gone from your arm. He immediately turns to you, stepping angrily towards you, being in your face. There’s unbridled rage in his eyes, his face, his fangs baring at you as he speaks, because he extended them, either on purpose or because he forgets himself.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” he whispers loudly, obviously he does not want anyone to hear the conversation if per chance someone is trying to listen in.

“What do you mean what I’m doing. Is this not what you wanted? For me to act as a pretty side piece?” you whisper back loudly at him too, you’re getting furious at his treatment of you, your arm feeling sore from his earlier grip.

“No!” He immediately responds, eyes blazing. “I told you not to leave my side!”

“Well I didn’t! I was right where you left me!”

“Seducing an investor?!”

“And why does it matter to you?! If I’m pretending to be alive again at least I can try to get some fun out of it!”

“Whoring yourself out to the first man that lays his eyes on you?!”

Loud sound of a slap echoes briefly in the room as you hit Sebastian on the face, furious at him. But he catches your wrist with his left hand immediately after, gripping it tightly. He remains silent for a moment, his cheek is burning red but his angry expression remains unchanged. Then he speaks, slowly, his voice saturated with dangerous tones.

“Have you forgotten who I am? I’m your Prince and leader of Camarilla in this godforsaken city.”

“You could be Cain himself and I would not let you treat me this way.” You hiss at him. You see wolf’s lair and you’re running into it with fireworks.

Sebastian pulls you by your wrist closer to him, he’s leaning over you, tall and authoritative. His whole demeanor is demanding obedience.

“You will obey me, Childe.” He says but it sounds more like an angry growl.

“Or what?” you try to wrench your wrist from his grip but it’s impossibly strong.

“Or I’ll make you obey.”

The air feels like it’s filled with electricity. You don’t respond to him, just glare at him, your fangs on display now too, just like his, you are two predators trying to assert themselves.

Then in a split second everything changes. LaCroix pulls you to his chest and before you can resist he presses his lips against yours. You try to break from the kiss, to push him away but his free hand snakes around your waist and keeps you in place, his kiss is demanding to the point it hurts. You try to get away, you’re angry, you hate it when he treats you like that, but deep inside you also love it. That’s why when he keeps you in place for a little longer you give up and respond to his kiss.

It’s different somehow this time. You’re not being seduced, charmed, enchanted by him, this time you are fully in control of your mind and your emotions and it feels so much better to kiss him with your body full of life. He feels so hot under your touch when your palm presses against the back of his neck. His tongue is so warm in your mouth it’s intoxicating.

You feel your heart beating fast in your chest, you are more aroused than you have been while truly alive. What is it about LaCroix that drives you so utterly and absolutely crazy?

“You’re in real trouble now.” He whispers against your lips and again, faster than your lustful mind can process, he turns you by your wrist so that your back is to him, then he makes you step forward.

“What are you-“

“Only I can have you in such carnal way.” Prince replies, his voice has a tone you haven’t heard before. Something between desire and authority. You find yourself blushing again, just this time more intensively.

You don’t get time to reply as you get positioned in front of a desk and with a firm push get bent over it. You press your palms against it, trying to push yourself upwards but Sebastian’s hand on your back doesn’t let you, even more, it moves to the back of your neck and squeezes firmly.

“Sebastian what are you thinking of doing-” you start but the answer comes in form of his actions.

With free hand he lifts the skirt of your dress, pooling the excess fabric on your lower back, then unceremoniously moves your panties down to your knees where they slide down to your ankles on their own. His fingers trail the knife you have in the garter but don’t linger there for too long. You inhale sharply, you can’t even look at him from this position, but the fact that he doesn’t reply and how he is handling your clothes speaks volumes about the calculated determination to show you what he’s all about.

Just a moment passes before you hear the belt of his pants being unbuckled. You bite your lower lip, you want this, you absolutely want this because now you realize he was jealous of you and it’s his way to not only claim you, but to also show you who you belong to. You don’t mind, this is exactly the type of situation you kept dreaming about during some restless days.

You breathe deeply as you enjoy the feeling of his burning palm on the back of your neck and you close your eyes in anticipation but when you finally do feel the tip of his cock pressing against you a shiver runs down your spine. God, you hope he doesn’t stop there.

And he doesn’t. He starts sliding his dick inside of you, somewhat slowly, almost agonizingly. You moan at the sensation of it, it feels even better than you imagined it would, your palms start to sweat against the tabletop. He slides even deeper and you moan louder, you forgot yourself.

“Shhh, you can take it, you’re doing so well.” Sebastian whispers, his words dripping honey and you don’t know if you can want him any more than you do in this exact moment.

You bite down on your lip, trying to remain silent but it’s a hard task when he fully enters you and keeps himself there for what seems like a long moment. As you’re about to beg for him to start thrusting he does exactly that, like he just read your mind. At first it’s slow, then it quickly picks up the pace. After all, this is not romantic sex, this is fucking to establish his power over you.

You whimper and moan as he thrusts inside you fast and powerful, whole desk underneath you is nearly moving with each push, but he holds your hips in place with an iron grip of his fingers. You bite your lip so hard you draw blood but you don’t care. This feels so good, maybe even better than sex ever felt before. You feel every inch of him so perfectly well it’s nearly driving you crazy. But then LaCroix’s palm that’s on the back of your neck slides lower and wraps around your throat. And then he makes you straighten your back as much as possible considering the angle at which he’s fucking you. You support yourself with your hands against the table and moan loudly, not being able to remain silent as you feel your shoulders against his chest.

“Tell me your mine.” Sebastian whispers in your ear, he’s breathing heavily, his grip is sweaty, his voice sultry and low.

“Sebastian-“

“Say it!” He demands in a harsher tone and underlines his point with a really powerful thrust, this time the desk does move.

“I’m yours!” You moan loudly, completely forgetting where you are. You feel Prince smirk against your ear then he lowers his head to your neck, breathing harshly against it.

You raise one arm from the desk and reach for the back of his head, pushing your fingers into his hair as he keeps thrusting, his face pressed against your neck. You open your eyes slightly and see the night outside the window, all the skyscrapers peppering the night with alight windows like stars. This moment feels perfect to you.

Sebastian’s hand slips from your neck to your waist now, keeping you in place by pushing against your lower stomach. His pace picks up even more, you know he’s close. You’re so close too. In fact you have been close almost from the moment he fully entered you. His heavy breathing is making your head spin, you can’t believe you made him this way - this angry only to become this aroused. Just for you and your body.

There’s no need for speaking when you let yourself go, plunge yourself into the ecstasy you’ve been wanting for so much. You moan, louder, cry out again when his thrusts elevate your orgasm, your nails dig into his scalp and into the desk top, leaving marks. And while you’re in your own realm of paradise, you hear Sebastian grunt silently, then squeeze you harder as he rides out his own climax, then stops with two more firm thrusts at the time you start coming down from your cloud nine.

Both of you are out of breath and when he finally lets go of your waist you collapse on top of the desk. You feel Sebastian pull out, then hear him pull up his pants, buckling up his belt. You start to straighten your back but he helps you, then turns you to him, his palms on your waist gently this time. There’s a glint in his eyes, his face is sweaty.

“I hope you’ll remember this lesson.” His voice is cold, but then he smirks. ”Or I’ll have to teach it again... and again... and again...” He repeats the words in a whisper as he leans to your lips and kisses you again. Now it’s less rough, less demanding. You know sex felt good for him as much as it did for you.

Suddenly you get startled so badly you jump in his arm when there’s a loud knock on the door. The kiss breaks, Sebastian’s eyes widen just like yours. You both hear laughter.

“LaCroix, next time you lie to me you’re going to owe me some stocks.” Alexander’s voice comes loudly through the door and you stare at Sebastian in shock. He stares back.

Then, slowly, he smiles in disbelief and clears his throat, while still holding you against him.

“Maybe I just don’t like being left second in line.” He replies loudly and you blush, embarrassed but smiling.

You push yourself from LaCroix to find your panties and put them on while Sebastian quickly smooths out his hair. There’s no reply from Alexander but you both know he’s waiting outside. It takes you another moment to find your purse.

When you’re done fixing your appearance Sebastian looks at you, you nod at him, he nods back and you both head for the door. Prince opens the door with confidence. The hallway light feels slightly blinding, but when your eyes adjust you find Alexander leaning against the wall with his arms crossed right next to the door.

“Maybe I don’t mind being second in line.” He chuckles eyeing you both.

“Calm down, Alexander.” LaCroix says calmly but there’s a stern note in his voice, then he closes the office door after you exit it.

“The entire floor heard you two. Maybe I want some of that too.” Alexander pushes himself from the wall and this time eyes only you.

You don’t know how to handle this situation so you just say silent, looking at LaCroix’s back because he’s in front of you.

“Maybe hire better employees then.” Prince puts hands in his pockets and Alexander bursts out with laughter.

“Okay, fair point.” He steps to Sebastian, puts a hand around his shoulder and starts walking with him. When he’s close to you he proceeds to put a hand around your waist with his free one and leads you both back to the party room. “Let’s get some drinks first.”

You glance at Sebastian and he returns the look. He smiles ever so slightly and just for you, and you roll your eyes at him but you’re smiling too.

 For the first time since you have been Embraced you feel something akin to happiness. You don’t want to let the feeling go.