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#...I really need to get rid of some old dolls just because I have so much
sunnysam-my · 3 days
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Hazbin Hotel redesign ideas p. 1
Unfortunately I don't really have time to draw rn, but here are some ideas if anyone is looking for inspiration.
THE VEES:
They follow lates trends so they won't stick to the outfits and technologies from the times they died. We even see that Vox changed his screen (head) to more modern, flat TV screen.
Valentino:
He is a moth that realises poison that's basically a date-rape drug. His wings are hidden, looking like a coat, which makes no sense, a cloak, cape or sleeveless coat would look better. He is a pimp who died in 1970s. Val was Hispanic when living. Apparently, he has bad eyesight.
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He is supposed to be a moth, but I don't really see it much, and the furr around his neck, that's a part of his body, just looks ridiculous. I would design him after some actual poisonous moth.
Cinnabar moth - The cinnabar is slate-black with two red spots and two pinky-red stripes on the rounded forewings. Its hindwings are pinky-red and bordered with black. The caterpillars feed on poisonous ragwort leaves. The poison from the leaves is stored in the caterpillar's body and remains even when they are an adult. As adult they leak the poison when they need to. Cinnabar moths can be seen flying during the day and night.
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Six-spot burnet moth - day-flying moth that flies with a slow, fluttering pattern. It has glossy black, with six red spots on each narrow, but long forewing. They release hydrogen cyanide when attacked.
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Personally I would go with Cinnabar moth, but make the spots heart shaped, and leave his inner outfit without the accessories (the suit with the white pants and golden heart belt). I would also leave his general body type but definitely change the neck furr ring, because wtf is that? I would play around with his glasses since he is supposed to have eyesight problems.
[Edit: Actually, I would make him a combo of both moths and make the furr ring his hair, because he is bald without the hat!?!?]
Velvette:
Velv is a fashion designer and critic, she is also an influencer. She keeps the Vees together and their image fresh on the internet. She's a British black woman in her early 30's. Originally her appearance was supposed to be doll-like, but that was changed to 'it-girl' and a 'bad bitch' with a darker aesthetic.
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Velvette's outfit is reminiscent of Val's (heart belt, coat with hearts, black stripes on arms) but darker, especially her sleeveless coat that imitates his wings. Since Valentino is already going to be darker (in my idea) and she is a fashion influencer it would make more sense for her to be brighter.
Main thing I would change about her is her skin tone, hair, and Harley Quinn themes left from her old design.
When creating very human like characters it's important to actually get the racial characteristics right. Her ashy skin and "curly" hair just makes it look like they didn't know how to draw a black character. I would give her a different texture, something between 3A and 4B. A hairstyle like heart shaped space buns would be so cool, but even if not, her styl in a poster in the background is already better than the ponytails.
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When it comes to her style I would get rid of pom-poms shoes and fingerless gloves. Her outfit for meeting the overlord was pretty okay, but I would change her other outfit. My inspiration would be PidginDoll's design, because he makes fabulous outfits and makeup looks for all bodies, genders and races, but I'll keep the 'goth' (it's not goth, it's just a little bit alt, mostly skulls) theme.
Blue accents like makeup would work great with her brown skin and would reference Vox.
Vox:
I genuinely think he has the best design in the entirety of the show, I would barely change anything. His outfit is similar to Alastor who he is trying to imitate, but he wears a tail suit, which is way more formal and elegant than any other suit, trying to showing he is a better, modern version of Alastor. I've seen some people got rid of his hat and gave him a tail made out a cord for fun, but other than that his design is good. Not too much details and not too little, tells us a lot about the character.
Maybe less stripes, because apparently Viv loves zebras or something. /hj
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laxchra · 2 years
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...I’ve been having MH & EAH brain rot with all the MH news going on, I miss my ghouls
...yes apparently MH brings me back to this blog from my SW brain rot-which is still strong...I’ve also hella been playing dreamlight so there’s that
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1427 · 20 days
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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 5)
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Daryl Dixon x OFC
Story Summary: The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?
Chapt Setting: The Farm/Woods
Chapt Warnings: pretty explicit drug use (meth), season 2 Daryl, degrading/sexist language (he’s starting to get better lol), SOPHIA CHAPTER (I think that deserves a warning)
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: Daryl’s POV story. Daryl’s starting to be less of a dick, trying really hard to make it feel organic/make it make sense in the story. Idk. This chapter was really rough to write because… it made me sad. Also have no idea if it even makes sense (the hallucination bit, really hope it does) lol ALSO; I looked up some timeline stuff and i just?? Really thought Daryl was out there for days on his own? But apparently he wasn’t? We’re just gonna say that he is in this story. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I can only do so much when the timeline of TWD is fucking stupid sometimes. (I mean it. Come for me. Idc. Rick was in a coma for 59 days without food or water???!?!!!? Bye)
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17+ mdni (no smut in this one tho sorry)
Like fiberglass in my veins, it tears through me. Mellow, at first, almost think I should rail more before I can feel myself sweatin’. Different kinda sweat, comin’ from my fuckin’ soul. 
Haven’t felt like I was doin’ something ‘wrong’ since I was little. That feeling that ch’ya get when you’re doin’ somethin’ ya know you’re not s’possed to. This ain’t the first time I done spazz, but maybe it’ll be the last. The anxiety about doin’ it goes away the second I feel the devil kick me through my nose to the back of my brain. Even though I know it’s comin’, it always feels like gettin’ skullfucked by satan. 
Been out here for a day. I brought Merle’s shit with me because I decided to finally get rid of it somewhere. But I got somethin’ that needs doin’. And anyway, I got years of experience with ice. Not doin’ it. Sometimes doin’ it. Never let Merle know, he’d’ve made some big whoop ‘bout it. And everytime he’d gone and done more than he remembered, he woulda blamed me. Shit though, sometimes it was. 
M’not like Merle and Beatle. Ain’t an addict. Can do shit and put it down. Always been able to put it down. Figured other people could too, that they just didn’t wanna. ‘m not sure, but still kinda think that. 
Never felt fuckin’ guilty about it before, though. Fuckin’ Beatle. I’unno if it’s cuz I’d be done with her if she did the same shit, or if it’s cuz I know if she knew that I was - she’d be mad at me. Mad I didn’t invite ‘er. 
But this shit ain’t for fuckin’ playtime. Only reason ‘m even doin’ it i’so I can find Sophia. So I can stay awake, focus, and get ‘er back. They use ta use this shit in war. War’s the reason methamphetamines even exist. Nazi’s? Hell, every single one of ‘em in WWII. Kamikazi’s loaded up, totally fuckin’ wasted outta their minds on crystal while they bolted ‘em in. Kept ‘em awake, kept ‘em happy, kept ‘em focused on the mission. Tha’s what I gotta do. 
I can’t stop lookin’ til I find ‘er. Sophia. ‘m the only one that can, only one that knows how. And anymore, ‘m the only one that seems to give a shit. ‘Sides Carol. And Beatle. She wanted ta come. Told her she’d only slow me down. Distract me. Drawn more geeks. She woulda. Told her I didn’t need food either but she packed me some anyway. Knew I wasn’t gonna be hungry. Knew I was gonna use this dumb shit to help. But whatever. 
Doesn’t matter what happens to me, right? My life’s not worth nothin’, not compared to that little girl. Now that her old man’s outta the picture she actually got a chance. Maybe not mucha one, not the way shit is these days. But she got ‘er mom. And ‘er mom can actually be ‘er mom now. Not scared of some piece’a shit prick that finally got what was comin’ to ‘im. 
Man fuck that guy.
The trail I’m followin’ disappears so I backtrack to the mangroves where I found her doll and try to find another one. 
I start to wonder what kinda old man Beatle had. What kinda mom? Startin’ ta realize I don’t know a damn thing about Beatle. I know she likes drinkin’, she likes laughin’, she likes fuckin’ with me. But… 
Beatle keeps surprisin’ me. Not just because she let me hump her face a few days ago, the fact that she liked it, shit I haven’t even had a second to process that. Nah, more cuz she hasn’t brought it up. Hasn’t tried to hold my hand again. Hasn’t been annoyin’ me nearly as much. Not even at all, if ‘m honest. 
My brain’s goin’ a million miles a fuckin’ second over Beatle and what happened between us. Not just the other night, but back then. Got questions that need answerin’ but she ain’t here. Try to keep myself occupied with trackin’ but it ain’t like trackin’ takes much thinkin’. Follow every trail I pick up, but none of ‘em lead me to Sophia. 
I’d prob’ly start gettin’ really frustrated about this, but that’s what crystals good for. All the dopamine I need, and nothin’s annoyin’. Focus.
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Bent branches, wilted leaves, mud impressions, walker guts. Trees and rocks and blood and mud and dirt and greens and browns and reds and blacks. And it’s dark and it’s light and it’s dark. And it smells fuckin’ rotten. Bent branches, wilted leaves, another trail, another dead end, another undead shithead. Bent branches, wilted leaves, mud impressions, Beatle. 
How many times did I go into Merle’s bag and take the devils dick up my nose? Cuz Beatle’s standin’ here right in front of me. ‘Cept she’s all done up in makeup and glitter and her pupils are the size of dimes. Little pink crop top, tiniest pair’a daisy dukes I ever seen. ‘n she’s in my face sayin’ the shit I been thinkin’ about her sayin’ since that day she said it. 
“I like you, Dar.” 
“You like bein’ fucked up more.” I say it like I said it the last time. 
“That’s not true! I mean - I like you, Daryl.” She steps closer, tries to put her hand on my cheek before I brush her off. She slumps back a little, turning away. “You like me, too. You said it.” 
My hearts in my fuckin’ throat and I’m standin’ there, this can’t be fuckin’ happening. I know is’not but doesn’t make it feel any less real. “Tha’ was before I really knew ya, Beatle.” 
Hate that I said that to ‘er. Did I really say that? Cuz maybe that’s how I felt. Hell, maybe that’s how I felt last week. But it ain’t fair. I don’t know her. Still. Now. Don’t know ‘er at all. Thought I did. Thought I understood what kinda girl did those kindsa things. Is that really what I said? Fuck.
She’s still turned away from me, but I walk the half circle around to look at her face. And she’s sobbing. Silently, trying to stay as still as possible. I… I don’t remember this part. Maybe I didn’t see it? Nah, I saw it. Just didn’t care. Didn’t wanna look at ‘er. Didn’t want to hear her lame ass confession. Especially after she’d brought up that I told ‘er I liked ‘er. She sniffles and wipes her face before she pulls a bubble pipe out of the waistband of her shorts and lights the bottom, starts smokin’ it. She asks if I want a hit, like last time. 
I go to say no, but the words don’t come out. Instead my hand reaches for it. I look back up and Beatle’s dressed all different. Baggy jeans and a bikini top. That night. Fuck. Shit. I don’t want to relive that night. 
“I promise, I won’t tell Merle.” She says, handing me her lighter. And I smoke it. Inhaling the vapor slowly like she had. “You gotta sip at it, like it’s a coffee and you’re drinking the air to see if it’s still too hot. Roll the bowl or it will burn.” I do it the way she says. She’s like ten years younger than me, but she looks at me - talks to me like it don’t matter. Like she don’t see it that way. Guess I don’t either, never really did. 
I’d never wanted to smoke it before. But that night I wanted to. With her. Woulda done anything she’d asked that night ‘fore she ruined it. I ruined it. Til it got all fucked up an’ it was never the same again. Not the way I saw her, not the way she looked at me. 
I’m goin’ through memories like they’re happening all over again. Feelin’ fuckin’ sick. I don’t wanna remember this. 
I hand the pipe back to her and she asks, “How do you feel?” 
“Fine.” 
“Just fine?” She smiles. 
“Good.” I clarify. 
“Good.” 
Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “I think I like you, Beatle.” 
She laughs too hard, “you think?” I feel myself getting sicker and angry again all at once. 
I split in half. One half feelin’ those same feelings I felt. That this conceited fuckin’ bitch really acts like everyone likes her. I hear her words and it sounds like she’s sayin’ ‘well obviously’ - but the other halfa me hears it like a real question. Like she wanted ta know what I meant. I don’t remember how I responded then, but I can hear myself say it, “Self-obsessed cunt.” 
Beatle laughs, “Is that what you like about me?” 
My misunderstanding continues; Thought she was pickin’ on me. Makin’ funna me. All these years. All this time. Thought she was fuckin’ laughin’ at me. Never told a girl I liked her. Not that I never did like one, just never told ‘em. Not like some teenage fuckin’ confessional. And I do and what?  she just laughs.  
Shit. 
Cuz inside ‘m screaming. Screamin’ at myself ta say somethin’ different. To jus’ tell her. She’s special, she’s exciting, and when she smiles at the shit I say it makes me feel like I’m the only one in the fuckin’ world to her. Tha’s what she wants ta here. Tha’s why she’s askin’. 
“Nah. Forget it.” She nods, and I thought she did forget it.  She forgot until she brings it up again in the memory I already re-lived. 
Tha’s how I was so damn sure she didn’t give a single shit about if I liked her or not. Didn’t bring it up again for months. Didn’t give a single shit about me at all. Felt stupid for ever thinkin’ she might. Just a dumb crush on a dumb girl, and I forgot everything about it. An’ every little thing she did that made me like ‘er ended up as somethin’ else I hated.  And every time I saw her after that she was fucked up on somethin’. Meth or booze or weed. Usually all three. 
It comes at me like a fuckin’ freight train, her lips crashing into mine, but this time I want it. Don’t wanna stop kissin’ ‘er. Instead my arms move and I push her down to the ground. She’s wearing the crop top again, can tell she’d been cryin’. She’s layin’ there in the rocks lookin’ up at me and I flash back to the living room where this happened, where she’d told me she liked me back. I wanna beat the shit outta myself for makin’ her look like that. 
How didn’t I see it? 
I did see it. I just didn’t care. Thought I knew what kinda girl did those kinds’a things. 
Wonderin’ what kind of old man she had. What kinda boyfriends before she met me. How maybe she’s just as fuckin’ scared’a feelin’ stuff as I am. How maybe it took her months to even get up the courage to tell me after I’d told ‘er never mind and slowly started to hate her. How many’a those drinks were for courage? How many’a those hits were cuz she was nervous?
Shit. 
And she’s runnin’ away like she did then. Away from me an’ outta my life until a few weeks ago. I know it ain’t real but I run after her anyway. Screamin’ her name into the open air like maybe somehow I can change it if I can get her to come back. But she’s gone and ‘m still running tryin’ to find her. Screaming for her ‘til my throats hoarse. 
‘Til the walkers hear me. 
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Andrea fuckin’ shot me. What is wrong with this fuckin’ group?
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Beatle’s in the bedroom with me but I can’t look at ‘er. Don’t wanna. Feels like she knows what I was doin’ out in them woods without ‘er. Like she can see the dirty shit in my soul and for some reason it makes me ill. Can’t look at ‘er. Knowin’ I hurt ‘er like that all that time ago. Knowin’ it now like I ain’t ever known anything else. 
It’s just me ‘n her and she doesn’t try to talk to me. Just lets me lay there hatin’ myself for all of it. Didn’t even find Sophia. 
Spent a lot of my days in my life hatin’ myself. Thinkin’ I was good for nothin’. Now ‘m sure of it. 
I feel the bed move under the weight of her. She hugs herself around me, and like some pathetic kid I fuckin’ cry. Don’t know if she can tell or not but she tries comforting me anyway. “It’s okay, Dar. You did your best.” Her voice… how could I have ever thought it was annoying? Her bein’ so nice just makes me hate myself more. 
“Lea‘me alone, Beatle.” Shakin’ her arm out from around me. She gets off the bed and sits back in the chair she’d been in. God, I fuckin’ hate myself. Wanna scream No, come back. I didn’t mean it. 
Still got question’s that need answerin’. This time Beatles right here, and I ain’t got nothin’ to lose. “Why were you naked in Merle’s room?” Grateful that she’s sittin’ behind me. Don’t think I could talk to ‘er ‘bout this stuff if she was lookin’ at me. Right now? If I saw her face? Don’t think I could talk at all. 
She laughs. Fuck her stupid fuckin’ laugh. “I still can’t believe you think I fucked around with Merle.” 
“Why not? Y’all hung out every other day.” My voice is sharp, feels like she’s laughin’ at me again. Always feels like everyone’s laughin’ at me. 
“We all hung out every other day, Dar.” 
“Stop callin’ me tha’.” 
“I was carpet surfing. Your dumbass brother spilled all the schkag all over the damn place.” 
Oh…. But, “Ya didn’t have any clothes on.” 
“I never had any clothes on, Daryl. You sure I wasn’t just wearing something ‘slutty’? You know, like you always said I was? Cuz I don’t remember, but I’ve never been naked with Merle. Ever. Sounds fuckin’ gross.”
Oh. 
It made sense. Makes so much sense, ‘specially now. She keeps talkin’ an’ ‘m grateful cuz if I tried to say anything else I’d start fuckin’ cryin’ again. “I liked you, man. I…” she stops herself. Wanna beg her to keep goin’ but I can’t. 
Instead I ask ‘er the only question I got left, “Why’d ya leave, then? Ya left ‘n ya never came back.” 
She’s silent for a long time. “When you and Merle moved, where’d you go?” 
She did come back. 
“Why’d ya leave, Beatle?” Doesn’t matter where Merle and I went. She’s avoidin’ the question. 
“Got sober. After that night… with you. Wanted to get sober. Wanted to…” she don’t say the rest but she don’t need to. I got it. Fuck, my heart can’t take it. 
“Cuz I said ya liked gettin’ fucked up more than ya liked me.” It ain’t a question. I know. 
“Think it was more the other thing you said.” 
Tha’ was before I really knew ya, Beatle. I can still taste the words. “Shouldn’t’a said that to ya.” My voice is barely a whisper. 
She gets back up on the bed and puts her arm around me again, this time I don’t shake her away. Her voice, so close to my ear, “I didn’t want to tell you that I came back. I didn’t want you to know that I got sober for you.” 
What? “Why not?” 
“Wasn’t sure you’d care. And if you did… I didn’t want you to have all the what-ifs in your head that I have in mine.” 
She hugs herself into me so tight it’s hard to breathe, and she tells me, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” 
I feel guilty, can’t take any of that back. Can’t make any of it better. I don’t deserve this. Her. After all the nasty shit I ever thought about her. After what I did to her the other night. I can’t bring myself to tell her to leave cuz I know she wants to be here. Don’t wanna make her cry again. 
So I let her hold me. Even though I don’t fuckin’ deserve it. 
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chainoftalent · 6 months
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i am starving for kiyo content ‼️‼️ can i ask for the whole yan profile for my boy korekiyo???,,,
This is fine, this ask isn't old, I'm good at this I swear
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Korekiyo Yandere Profile
What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?
Korekiyo is very aware, but they also know the long history of tropes like this, and as such can justify it through that history, he finds the whole thing beautiful, the struggle, the history, the feeling of his hands on you. Beautiful.
How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?
Pretty likely, but they do like the chase a lot, they want their beloved to come to them, to make a deal with the devil, they have no hurry when the chase is just so fun.
How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 
Very difficult, Korekiyo does love shibari after all. It's a rare moment you aren't tied up in some way, with his hand around the end of the rope like a much more embarrassing leash. If you do try, Korekiyo would still find it beautiful, and such beauty should be rewarded, really, what did you expect? this is just how it is darling.
How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?
Very hard, he's very certain of what he's doing and wicked smart. He knows all the tropes, the tricks, you'd have to be very good at reading him to even have a chance.
How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?
He's decently lenient, you can't leave obviously, and you won't be untied, but you'll have books and stories and plenty of things to take up your time and chase away boredom. Though don't expect to be able to do much yourself, Korekiyo is the one who dresses you, who does up your makeup or hair, who makes you look like a doll, kneeling all prettily and delicate. You look divine, but he is no true worshipper.
What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?
Mostly the basic rules, no escape, don't disobey, don't make a mess, don't scream unless he wants you too. As long as you're not throwing fits though, he's mostly content to let you do what you want. Though if you do try and make a mess or let alone BREAK something expect a firm grip on your arm and chin as he reminds you just how much you depend on his kindness.
How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?
Rivals won't be killed, that's not the kind of person he'd send to sister! Terrified, tortured, or framed on the other hand? He has no true limit beyond not killing them for other unrelated reasons.
How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?
Their anger is slow, unless you hit specific buttons, like breaking things or getting in the way of his anthropology. At which point he will get physical, expect to be put in stress poses until you beg him to be allowed to relax and apologize. At least he'll rub creams on your rope burns and the like afterwards.
Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?
Beneath him, you're another of his treasures, he doesn't see beneath him as like an inherently negative thing though, that just means he's the one with the final say, it means nothing to your actual character.
How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?
They do not need you to love him, perhaps they don't even fully want it. Love is fickle strange thing for Korekiyo, I don't think even they know if they actually want you to love you, or if one of the reasons he's so drawn is because like this you can never really love him.
Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?
He's calmer, much calmer. Silent snake in the grass.
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General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?
Its KOREKIYO do I even need to say anything? Touchiest fucker who needs to have you bound up in red rope 24/7
How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?
They're pretty forceful, but they also care about your pleasure, but even your despair and terror is beautiful.
What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?
They are a sadomasochistic shibari enthusiast with a love of all of humanity. He's going to at least try nearly every single kink on you just to see what happens.
How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?
I feel like Korekiyo would want at least one kid, he's such a family person so they definitely would be on board for a few kids, but probably later on, it's too soon now.
What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?
Lots of rope, stress positions, flogging, a whip, and they'll make you moan in between each pained scream until the pain and pleasure blend into a mind melting beautiful slurry.
What body parts of their darling do they like the most?
I feel like Korekiyo is a hand person, something about him just screams hand fetish. He's gonna do your nails so fancily!
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herofics · 5 months
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Old habits die hard
I actually have another Gojo WIP I need to finish, but I’ve written myself into a corner with that one if that makes sense, so I just sort of decided to abandon that for now. This is basically me rambling about my current issues with selfharm urges, so if that triggers you, don’t read
The urge was pretty much always there, every day. Even though you had been clean for a long time now, the urge was still there. Every time something went wrong, the first solution your brain offered you was: “Hurt yourself”. Every fucking time.
You hadn’t done it, you didn’t want to, but the urge never seemed to really go away. It wasn’t like it was an active thing, but every time you encountered disappointment or hardships, which seemed to be all the time nowadays, there was a momentary thought of how harming yourself would resolve all your problems. You knew it wouldn’t but your brain kept falling into old patterns.
Fighting the constant urge was exhausting, it took so much energy everyday and you were getting tired of resisting. Sometimes you started to wonder if it was even worth it, but then, everytime he came home safe, every time you saw him light up when he saw you, it felt a bit easier to keep going. Your Satoru, your light in the darkness.
You were having a particularly bad evening, waiting for Gojo to get home while making dinner. The knife you were cutting vegetables with flashed in the light of the evening sun, and you had to stop to stare at it. It wasn’t particularly sharp, you hadn’t sharpened it in some time for exactly this reason. You didn’t want to make it easier for yourself to give in.
You weren’t sure how long you had stood by the counter when you heard the front door open. You were lucky you hadn’t put anything on the stove yet, since it would have surely burned while you stood there in a daze.
“I’m home!” Gojo greeted you excitedly as he closed the front door.
“Hey” you greeted as you heard his footsteps coming closer behind you.
Gojo placed his hands on your waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear: “And how is my beautiful partner doing today?”
“Honestly?” you sighed, turning to face him.
“Yeah of course” you could hear the worry in his voice already.
You looked up at him, noticing he was basically scanning you with his eyes. Looking for signs of what could be weighing on your mind. Gojo lifted you up so you were sitting on the counter with him in front of you.
Gojo had had a feeling something was going on for a while now, but he hadn’t been able to put it together. 
You didn’t blame him for not knowing what was going on with you. He was a busy man, constantly going on missions and having to be away from you and your home, and being a teacher too. You knew he cared, but how could he know what was wrong with you when you were hiding it from him?
“What’s wrong doll?” Gojo asked, looking at you intently.
“I’m not having a good day to be honest. It’s just… I really want to hurt myself again, and I’m having a hard time resisting that urge” you sighed, not being able to look him in the eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay” Gojo said gently, lifting your chin so you would look at him. “Talk to me about it, please?”
“Every time something goes wrong or I feel upset, my first thought is to hurt myself. I don’t know how to get rid of that thought pattern and it fucking sucks. The only thing that helps even a little bit is distracting myself by doing something else” you chuckled wryly.
“How can I help?”
“Just… I wish you were here more, so I could talk to you. I get that you’re busy, and I don’t mean that you should neglect your other duties because of me, or that this is in any way your fault, but I do miss you… a lot” you explained.
“Oh doll, I wish you’d told me sooner” Gojo shook his head with a sad smile, before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “But I’m glad you told me now”
“Yeah, me too”
“I can’t really promise I’m gonna be able to be around more, but I’ll try to make more time for us. I miss you too. I’m also gonna start calling you like five times a day to make sure you’re doing okay” Gojo smirked.
“And I’m gonna start to not pick up half your calls” you stuck your tongue out at him jokingly.
“Hey, that’s mean” Gojo frowned.
“Aaaw, I’m just teasing you, you big baby” you giggled and booped his nose with your finger. “But seriously, I appreciate it. Just promise me you won’t freak out if I don’t answer the first time. I might be at the school or on a mission, and I’m not able to answer my phone in the middle of a fight unlike you”
“Good point, good point. I’m gonna keep calling you until you pick up though, but not like spam calling. I wouldn’t do that…”
“Oh yeah, of course you wouldn’t” you rolled your eyes and draped your arms over his shoulders, looking into his crystal blue eyes.
Gojo moved as close to you as he possibly could while you sat on the counter. He leaned his forehead against yours and both of you closed your eyes, your arms still draped over his shoulders. You were just relaxing against one another finding comfort in each other’s arms.
“Hey Satoru?” you asked.
“Hhhmm?” he mumbled.
“Thank you for loving me, even when I’m a pain in the ass” you opened your eyes and leaned back a little.
“Of course, but could you promise me not to hide yourself when you're in pain? It's unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone. We’re supposed to share our hardships, remember?” he answered, placing his hand on your cheek.
You leaned your head against his hand and looked at him adoringly, making Gojo’s heart flutter. He worried for you every day, he couldn’t help it, he loved you after all.
You placed your hand over his and kissed his palm before nodding in agreement. He always took such good care of you.
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Hotel & Casino | C.L. 16
charles leclerc x fem!character
the fem!character has a name, i just don’t feel comfortable writing with the y/n thingy, but you can just replace it with your name. sorry for the inconvenience <3
summary: arya has always been good at card games, so she testes her luck at the casino, where she meets a group of guys who teach her how to really have fun… maybe a little too much.
requested: no, it is re-uploaded tho
word count: a little over 6K
warnings: gambling, drinking, smut, choking, spanking, safe sex, drunk sex, maybe language?? idk
author’s note: i know it says charles and i let the fem!character have a little bit of fun with carlos but it felt right lmao. lmk if u want another part (if u have an idea for it send pls!!) or have a request!
ps; proofread, but there could be some mistakes lol. it barely touches on the f1 environment, wanted to do something different
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It was just a matter of time until I could legally enter a casino, and I say legally because I've had a fake ID ever since I was sixteen. You might think that a sixteen year old girl with a fake ID would be hilarious, that security would make her go home as soon as she stepped on the sidewalk. Well, not quite… my mom has taught me some tricks too, that's how she met my dad. Just put on a hot dress, apply some makeup and act older, and what she meant by acting "older" is that you should show yourself as a confident woman, a woman that will step up for herself and speak her mind even if the whole world is against her.
You might also think that my family is weird and that we are involved in some dark stuff, but we're not. We share the same passion for winning money as some others share the passion for sports, movies, whatever. We like money, and we like to win it easily.
My dad is an accountant, so that has always helped him to quicken his calculation game. He is very quick with numbers and can solve any difficult mathematical problems in very little time. I inherited that, I'm not as good as him, though. My mom is nothing more and nothing less than a journalist, she writes about pop culture in our local newspaper, making her know almost everything about any topic that you can come across.
If we're talking about me, I'm studying law, and although I'm good at Math, I'm looking forward to becoming an important lawyer someday.
"Seems like we have a card sharp on the table." one of the guys that was playing in the same table I was spoke once I had won another hand. The French accent strong in his voice, he definitely wasn’t from here.
"I'm pretty sure, it's just beginners luck. Or maybe it's the alcohol…" I smiled slightly at him and took a sip from my glass of champagne, now empty. I needed to deceive the attention this asshole was bringing to me.
We played a few more hands and I made sure I lost some of them, but still ending my game with a pretty big amount of money. I stood up from my seat and saved my chips in the bag the casino offers you to carry them around, I walked all the way to the bar and asked for another glass of champagne, the barman gave it to me and I took my first sip.
"You almost fooled me, doll…" I immediately recognized that accent. It was the same guy from the table. I rolled my eyes and turned around to look at him. He was attractive, but people at casinos shouldn’t earn you trust so easily.
"Pardon me?" I asked trying to seem nice, with a tiny smile on my lips. He chuckled and asked for a scotch on the rocks.
"You really think that I didn't notice? baby, you're a pro with cards and it shows. Don't try to play dumb with me." The barman served him his drink and he took a sip of it while looking at me, he had a stupid smirk plastered on his face. I couldn’t help but look at his smile, I liked it, but I had to stay strong for the sake of those chips in my bag.
"And so what if I had played before? That's not against the rules." I said now getting more serious, this dude was starting to be annoying, I had to get rid of him.
He took a few steps forward, I tried to take one back but he rested his hand on my waist to make sure I stayed in place. "But counting cards is." He whispered on my ear, then went back to his previous position, he wiggled his eyebrows at me, still with a smirk.
"What makes you think that I count?" I asked crossing my arms, he was starting to get on my nerves. I was trying to build a barrier between us since him feeling comfortable enough to approach me was something that I felt was too much confidence from his side. I had to be ready to teach him a lesson in case he tried to make me just a little bit uncomfortable.
"Maybe we should ask the guy behind you,” he said and leaned his head to indicate me in which direction the man he mentioned was. I took my mirror and gloss from my purse, and started applying it to my lips while looking at the guy spying on me in the reflection of my portable mirror. He was, in fact, keeping an eye on me, he sure was working as security at the casino. I saved my gloss and mirror in my purse and looked at the guy in front of me with a smile. He noticed what I had just done, and didn’t miss one second of me applying the gloss on my lips. “He’s been following you and watching you since you stood up from that table."
"What's your name again?" I asked sweetly, his smile widened. He earned a few points, not going to lie.
"I haven't said it. It's Charles." He said after a few sips of his scotch.
"A pleasure to meet you, Charles. My name is Arya" I offered him my hand to shake and he did, but he also kissed it. Playing the gentleman card, I see. "Are you staying atthe resort?" I asked trying to get more information on him, he nodded.
"I am, doll. Are you?" I hate pet names, but for some reason I was starting to like them coming out of his mouth.
"No, I'm just visiting and having fun."
"Let's go then!" Charles exclaimed and I looked at him with a questioning look.
"Where to?" Leaving with a hot stranger with a French accent or staying at the casino untill I get sleepy and leave? Tough one.
"I'm gonna introduce you to my friends, and then we can go together to the private party we’re hosting at the resort." I frowned a little bit when he said the private party part. "If you want…" He added while extending his arm for me to take.
"Sure." I told him with a grin on my face. I needed to get that security guard away from me and deceive him. What better option than meeting with a couple of friends and then going to a party? It sounded much like the perfect idea to me.
So, I hooked my arm around Charles’ with my glass still in hand, and we started walking. I noticed we were passing all the blackjack and poker tables, and a lot of people were standing in front of a specific table, the Roulette table. This amount of people gathering to see the game wasn't quite normal, something interesting must've been happening there. When we arrived at the table, Charles helped ourselves so that we could see what was happening and then he tapped someone's shoulder, he turned around and looked at Charles with a smile on his face. This guy, who I reckon is one of Charles’s friends, wasn’t much taller than him and had a full beard, he looked at me and his smile grew wider, I smiled at him too.
"What's going on?" I heard Charles ask his friend.
"Carlos is on a lucky night. He's won every bet since they started spinning the roulette!" He spoke with excitement and I couldn't believe my ears, I hadn't heard of that much luck in a while, and I tend to go to different casino's fairly often.
"Thank you!" I heard another voice talking, it was a guy at the Roulette table, one of the players, he was saving all of the chips he had back in a bag just like mine. I figured that was Carlos, he looked nothing like his friends, his hair was longer and way darker, and his skin tone was more tan than Charles and his friend’s, whose name I don't know yet. "Guys, look at this!" Carlos exclaimed with a heavy Spanish accent once he approached us, he opened the bag and the boys looked inside of it. I took a peek, and saw that the bag was full, almost making it difficult for him to close it.
"That’s impressive…" I spoke up and they looked at me, especially Carlos, who literally checked me out head to toe shamelessly. I smiled at him slightly, and he grinned. He was really good looking. What is it with this group? They’re all hot and foreign, who are they?
"Who's the lady?" The obviously Spaniard asked.
"I'm Arya." I said and stretched my hand so that he could shake it, he did, and his eyes never leaving mine. His brown almost green eyes were kind of intimidating.
"Okay, okay, I think your luck is over, Carlos. Enough wins for the night" His friend spoke, making him let go of my hand. "She's with Charles." He fulminated him with his eyes and then turned to look at me. "I'm sorry, he's a bit of an idiot. I'm Pierre, by the way." He apologized and then shook my hand, I giggled.
"Nice to meet you guys."
"I was just checking up on you guys, but it looks like you've been doing good so far." Charles talked to the guys in front of us.
"How did you do at your table?" Pierre asked.
"Well, I did well. She, on the other hand, did amazing!" He started explaining the way I played (excluding the part of my counting cards, for obvious reasons) and how we met to the boys and I just stood there finishing my glass of champagne.
"So, what are you a pro or something?" Carlos asked, it was kind of abrupt, I guessed he had something to drink at the roulette table.
"I've been learning since I was eight, so you could say so…" I confessed to them and Carlos made a grimace of surprise.
We kept walking back to the bar section where Charles and I were at before meeting the boys, and we talked for a while about how our night went down, and of course they asked some questions about me like my age and what do I do, I gave them the right amount of information since my parents always taught me not to trust people at casinos. We take this seriously, but it's necessary, there are too many strange people at casinos like this one.
Charles and his friends took me to their private party, it took place in a special area of the hotel where only people from a list could enter. Once we entered, I looked around and was quick to find some familiar faces, but not people I know personally… famous people, celebrities and just the hottest and richest people you could think of. I turned to Charles who was getting me a drink and I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Who the fuck is he? I thought my mom had taught me everything there is about pop culture, why do I not know him? Why haven’t I asked him about what he does for a living? What is wrong with me? I’m never this careless.
“Here you go!” Charles spoke excitedly, his smile widening when he got the drinks. I took mine and we walked to what seemed to be the dance floor. All of the guys we had met at the casino were there dancing amongst other people. We danced together and laughed as we drank, but I still didn’t know how to approach the situation, for I was genuinely starting to get interested in Charles and didn’t want to give him the wrong impression.
“I’ll be back!” I headed back to the bar to get a refill on my drink, and there I met a fairly drunk Carlos. He was dancing while waiting for his drink to be handed over.
“Hey!” Carlos extended his arms and hugged me as if I was his best friend from years and years. “How are you? Do you like the party?” He spoke to me with an arm around my shoulders. I didn’t mind.
“Yeah, I love it, the music and the free drinks are great!” We laughed together. “Hey,” I tapped his shoulder since he got distracted, he turned to look at me again. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, love!” Our drinks were ready so we took them, I took an encouraging sip before I spoke.
“What is going on? Why are you guys having a private party?”
“Didn’t Charles tell you? It is my birthday!” He yelled above the music with too much excitement.
“Don’t say! Is it really?” He nodded to my question so I smiled and hugged him. “Happy birthday!” I told him in his ear while we hugged. “How do you know all these people, anyway?”
“I see Charles is lacking in the speaking department,” We giggled, making fun of Charles was actually kind of funny, or maybe it was the alcohol that was making everything seem funnier than it actually was. “We are Formula 1 drivers, have you ever seen it?”
“Would you get mad if I say no?” The Spaniard kept looking at me with a smile, he shrugged and then shook his head.
“Honestly, I think it’s better.” He spoke in my ear, his hand barely touching my waist. I looked up at him with a smile plastered on my face.
“Are you flirting with me or are you just drunk?” I couldn’t help but look at his lips, they’re big and I bet they taste great.
“Depends, do you want me to?” Carlos gave me a side smirk. It was as if we were the only two people left at that party, but I decided to look around since I was brought here by a certain someone that I hadn’t seen for a while now.
“Depends,” I imitated him, earning a bigger smile from him. My eyes went back to him. “How much do you think Charles would care?”
“Honestly, I don’t want any trouble…” The Spaniard commented with some hurt in his face. I could see him wanting to get with me, but preferring to take care of his friends.
“Good boy,” I reached his face with my own hand and caressed it a little bit. “I guess I’ll see you around, then.” He leaned into my hand and nodded. I took a step forward and left a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Happy birthday.” We smiled at each other one last time, and I left with the mission of finding the guy with the French accent.
“There you are!” I felt some hands around my body, I turned around and apparently who I was looking for found me first. Our chests were touching, so I snaked my arms around his neck. He seemed more drunk than before but not too much.
“I think I’m gonna leave, it’s getting pretty late.”
“No, don’t leave!” The accent was stronger than ever. I giggled when he hugged me tighter.
“Leave with me.” Charles wasn’t expecting my blunt invitation, I could see him weighing his options.
After what seemed like forever he finally said “Ok.”
We said our goodbyes to the boys and before we knew it we were on the elevator going up to his room. I rested my body against one of the elevators’ walls and sighed with my eyes shut. I have never thought so much in such little time, the conclusion that my mind had reached was that if we were going to have sex and let this be my first one nightstand, I'd do it for just two simple reasons: #1 I could use some sex, I hadn't got laid for a while now. #2 Charles was actually really attractive and he was nice to me, he didn't seem weird either. So, why not allow myself to have some fun?
Charles was standing on the other side of the elevator, his back and head resting against the mirror, the moment I decided to look at him I couldn't stop. It was like my eyes were glued to him. When he noticed I was staring at him he smirked.
"What?" He asked cockily and I immediately knew what kind of game this was.
"Nothin'... it's just taking too long to get to your room…" I spoke with a tiny smile creeping through my lips while biting the lower one.
"I could speed it up a bit." The brown haired boy suggested, making me raise an eyebrow.
"How?" I challenged him, and he separated himself from the mirror walking towards me. Within three steps he was already in front of me, each arm on either side of my body so I couldn't escape. Wasn't planning on doing so though, this was starting to get interesting. I reached his body with my hands and I grabbed his shirt to pull him even closer to me, I needed to feel his body against mine. My hand traveled all the way to the back of his neck to bring his face closer to me, our breaths were mixing and you could just smell the alcohol on us. Just as I bit his lower lip and pulled slightly from it the doors of the elevator opened. Charles grunted after I let go of his lip, and grabbed my hand pulling from it. I giggled and walked by his side until we reached his room, which was difficult for him to unlock since he was so impatient it took him a few tries to slide in the card. We entered the room, and as soon as he closed the door I grabbed his shirt again and made him stand right in front of me, he rested his hands on each side of my face and crashed his lips against mine. The kiss was powerful and full of dominance on both ends. We were fighting to see who was in charge, but I eventually gave up and let him take control; we kept making out while we walked backwards until we fell onto the bed, him on top of me. I started unbuttoning his shirt and then he kneed in front of me to finish the job and take it off completely. By now my bag of chips and heels were lying on the floor, right in front of the entrance door.
"Come here." I told him with a devilish smile and grabbed the hoops of his pants to make him fall on top of me again, he kissed me again and I could feel a smile creeping into his lips. I rolled so that I could be on top of him straddling his hips, I ended the kiss so I could unzip my dress and take it off, leaving me only in my underwear. I left the dress aside and lowered my body to kiss Charles again, his hands were traveling all over my body until he finally rested them on my butt, squeezing it every now and then. I started grinding my hips against his and I let a moan escape my lips when I started feeling a bulge forming underneath me. I bit his lower lip and then lowered my wet kisses to his neck, Charles seemed to like it since he moved his head to make more space for me to taste. I didn't want to leave any marks on him, but I still slightly bit his neck and collarbones. I kept kissing even further down to his chest and stomach until I reached his pants, which I unbuttoned and unzipped in a matter of seconds to get rid of them as soon as possible. I wanted to feel him. He helped me with his pants and left them with my dress, I was ready to climb back on him but he was faster and pushed my body down against the mattress. Again, fighting for dominance. Charles directed himself between my legs, he kissed my stomach, hips and thighs, I was biting down my lip while looking at him, and when he gave the first kiss to my clothed core my back arched a little, almost as an instinct, to bring it nearer to his mouth.
"Fuck, you're wet already…" His voice deeper than I have ever heard this night, he grabbed my underwear from each side of my hips and pulled them down to leave me completely naked under him. Charles positioned himself between my legs again and started to leave small but wet kisses all over my core before he decided to give long and slow licks. This was getting me impatient so I pulled a little from his hair with a little whine escaping my lips, I felt him smile against me and he decided that it was a good time to stop and start kissing his way up, I was about to argue back but almost immediately he replaced his mouth with his hand. He moved his fingers between my folds to get them wet enough.
"Charles..." I purred with a sigh when I felt the way he was massaging my clit, he was doing eight figures against it with the right amount of pressure, and that made me close my eyes and just enjoy the way he was touching me. My breathing turned heavier and heavier with his touch and when he entered two of his fingers inside of me I couldn't help myself from moaning. He did it with no warning whatsoever, he was playing with my body however he pleased, and I loved it. I was slowly getting tighter and tighter around his fingers, and that was when he started thrusting them in and out of me faster while giving attention to breasts with his mouth. He was kissing and sucking at my nipples.
I grabbed his face with one of my hands and made him look at me to get his attention. "If you don't stop teasing and fuck me, I'll do the same to you." I said seriously and he smiled leaning in to kiss me. He took out his fingers from inside of me, and he sucked them clean, getting my wetness in his mouth, tasting me again. I watched him do that and it couldn't have been hotter. He reached the nightstand next to the bed and opened the first drawer to grab what sounded like a condom foil. I sat up and took the foil from him, I pushed him and made him sit with his back against the headboard, I straddled him and he looked at me still with that smirk that seemed to never leave his face.
"You're gonna put it on for me, doll?" He asked while grabbing my face with one of his hands. I nodded while he stroked my lips with his thumb, which I decided to take into my mouth and suck a little while looking at him the whole time. His smile grew wider but this time accompanied with a lip bite, he obviously liked it. I let go of his thumb to grab the elastic of his underwear and bring it down his legs, I heard his cock slap slightly against his stomach and I sat back in my spot. I looked at his erection and I licked my lips leaving the foil next to our bodies. "What are you doing?" Charles asked concerned when he noticed I wasn't interested in the condom anymore.
"It can wait a little…" I gently grabbed his hard-on, there was precum leaking from the tip so I started spreading it around the head with my thumb, I pushed my hair to the side and lowered myself to be more comfortable and reach him with my mouth more easily. I licked one slow strip from bottom to top, and I was able to feel how hard he was against my tongue. I left wet kisses around his cock and then I decided to take him inside of my mouth, at least the head for now. When I did it I heard him moan a little, I looked up at him and he was still biting his lip, but no smile to be seen now. That kind of boosted my ego. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, with my hand on the base of his length I made his head hit my tongue a couple of times before actually taking him in, I was slowly bobbing my head up and down when he rested his head on the headboard with his eyes closed. It was a perfect moment. I took his tip inside of my mouth and started sucking at it while I worked my way down his length again, I heard him grunt from the unexpected warmth of my hands around his testicles. I was caressing them softly, almost like a very careful massage that I knew he was loving. He reached my hair with one of his hands, and started pushing me further down; I was able to make it to the base with almost no problem. I took him out of my mouth and wrapped my hand around him to start pumping up and down with some wrist movements as well.
"Grab the condom, doll. I won't be able to last if you keep doing this." He demanded and I did just as I was told, I sat straddling his legs and grabbed the condom to rip the foil and grab the latex inside of it. Once I had it, I made sure it rolled down his entire length, and when I thought it was ready, I used my hand to test and check that it wasn't going to come off. When he was all set for me to take him, I positioned myself on top of him and he grabbed his cock by the base of it with one hand to help me align myself. I lowered my body slowly and he entered me with no problem due to my wetness, I could honestly be dripping right now. Charles rested his hands on my hips once I was all the way down, and slowly started to rock my hips back and forth using my hands on his shoulders to prevent myself from falling. We locked eyes for a moment and I slowly started to move my hips up and down. He moved too, so our bodies would meet in the middle. I leaned forward and kissed him while moving my hips, Charles kissed me back and this kiss was more open-mouthed and sloppy, both of us were moaning against each other's lips feeling our hot and heavy breaths mixing once again.
Charles hugged my body and shifted. Him being on top of me now, I wrapped my legs around his torso and he started rocking his hips back and forth at a more rapid pace than I was going when I was on top. One of his hands was resting on my hip and so I grabbed it and made him feel my entire body until we reached my neck. He got the message, and wrapped his hand around my neck adding some pressure around it to make it more difficult for me to breathe. I don’t know why I’ve always found choking so hot, the dangerous part of it makes it easier for me to climax.
The pace of his hips was now starting to be slow but deeper and I noticed he was trying to last as much as he could, so was I. Neither of us wanted this moment to end, we were having such a good time. He kissed me for a few seconds but then he let go of my neck and separated himself from me, he grabbed his cock and took it out of me. Again, I was about to complain but he spoke first.
"Turn around, pretty." He commanded with that accent that had me going crazy all night. He was trying to breathe as slowly as he was able to. I immediately turned around and lifted my hips so that they would be at the same height as his, he grabbed my butt with one of his hands and slapped one of my cheeks earning a moan from me. I could almost hear him smile from behind me, he grabbed his cock and positioned himself behind my body to enter me again, this time the pace being more neutral but with deeper thrusts, he was going so deep I could feel him hitting my G spot. I was already a moaning mess and he was trying to keep his rhythm at a normal speed but when he started to feel how tight I was getting he decided it was time to speed it up, so with both hands on each side of my hips he thrusted in and out of me quickly. He was breathing heavily and I could hear him grunt every time I would squeeze his shaft from the inside. I moaned his name a couple of times, especially when he slapped my ass again, and after a few more thrusts I was already arriving at my climax. He used one of his hands to massage my clit while I was coming to make it feel more intense for me. It sure was. I had to grab his hand to stop him because of the overstimulation I was feeling since he kept rocking his hips against me to reach his own orgasm. It wasn't much later when his thrusts started to get sloppier and kind of clumsy that he moaned and I knew he had come. He rested his body on top of mine for a minute so that we could steady our breaths. He took out his cock from inside me and got up from the bed. Soon I heard a door closing and I figured he had gone to the bathroom, and that’s when I got up as well and started dressing myself, still trying to catch my breath.
"You’re not staying?" He asked me when he got out of the bathroom, he already had underwear on, which I don't know where he got those from. Maybe he grabbed them when I wasn't looking.
"Yeah, I've to get home and there's light outside already, my class will start in a couple of hours." I smiled slightly at him and walked past him to use the bathroom, I closed the door and did what I had to do before trying to fix my hair and makeup at the best of my abilities since I had nothing to work with. When I got out, Charles was already waiting for me with my shoes and bag next to him on the bed. I put my shoes on and grabbed my bag, he got up and walked up to me, still only wearing his underwear.
"Listen, do you think maybe we could do this again sometime? Maybe give me your number?" He asked without hesitation and I internally smiled at how confident he was, he had to be confident after what just happened, he was one of the few men that was able to get me to orgasm.
"Sure, I'd love to." I replied sincerely and he smiled, not that I hadn't noticed before, but now I can appreciate better how pretty his smile is. I liked it. "You know, I don't give my number to random dudes I meet at casinos, let alone sleep with them. But, you seem genuinely nice." I confessed while adding my number to his phone contacts, he chuckled and took his phone back when I was done with it.
"You seem nice, too." He said and I scrunched up my nose to him with a smile plastered on my face.
"You don't have to lie, baby." I told him in a cocky way and stroked his cheek with my hand, but he took it in his and moved it away from his face.
"I don't lie, baby." He mocked me. I liked him, he was funny. I chuckled and gave him a little peck as a goodbye. I started walking towards the door with him on my tail, once we reached it, he opened the door for me and I left.
I heard him say his goodbye while I was crossing the door and then approached the elevator, when the doors opened Pierre and Carlos got out of it. "Boys." I said as a greeting with a nod of my head while I entered the elevator, they waved at me with a smile. However, Carlos winked at me and smiled until the doors of the elevator closed after.
I went to my own room and took a shower there since I had already paid for the room, I might as well at least use the shower. After I changed, I went to the casino to exchange my chips for cash, there were very few people playing still so there was no line. It was a smooth operation. I left the establishment and I told the valet which one was my car and he brought it back to me, I hopped into it and left hoping not to be late for my first class.
During the drive to school I was thinking about last night (or this morning, if you will) and I couldn’t believe what happened. I had my very first one night stand and he even asked for my number, I mean… does it still qualify as a one night stand? Well yeah, we still haven’t even talked but oh my God. I felt somewhat dirty, but I had such a good time with Charles, I wouldn’t mind it if he wanted to repeat it.
Two weeks had passed since I last went to a casino, I had come out with a good amount of money that could cover the month so I didn't have to worry for a while. My classes were going good and as always I had to make my parents know I was being safe about the casinos and the people that attend them. I told my friends about Charles and how we had an awesome night but he never called or messaged back. I was quite disappointed, not gonna lie, but at least I had the chance to enjoy that one night.
I was at the library studying for my upcoming tests, but I wasn't really in the mood to study so I kept doodling on my notes, my phone got a notification and everyone around me wanted to kill me since I had forgotten to put it on vibration. I whispered my apologies and when I grabbed my phone the first thing I did was put it on vibration so I wouldn't bother anyone anymore. I looked at the message and I didn't have that number on my contacts, so I opened it and my smile slowly made its appearance on my face.
Hey, it's Charles from the casino. You busy?
That's all it read, I giggled about how direct he was, he went from making me moan his name to not contacting me in any way for two weeks to now asking me if I was busy. I like him, he knows what he wants and he makes it clear. Charles doesn't play around, at least in a social way because he could step up his blackjack game. Of course I texted back.
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🫧Washing Plush Dolls🫧
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NOTE:
I am VERY new to collecting these kinds of dolls. The doll shown above is literally the only one I have (as of right now…). That said please take everything I say with a grain of salt! This blog post is more of a log of my experience with washing my doll for the first time than a tutorial :)
Material List:
wash cloth (2x)
toothbrush (not used duh)
dawn dish soap
micellar water
tide to go stick/non bleach stain remover
blow dryer/fan
Prepping:
Before bath time there are some things I did to prep.
I started by taking off any stains on my doll. In this case mine had one on their embroidered paw on their foot. I used a “TideToGo” stick to get rid of it and it work wonders. I also heard great things about “Grandma’s Secret Spot Remover” too! Though as long as your stain remover doesn’t have bleach in it I THINK it will be fine, though I’m no expert.
After that I removed my doll’s blush. I did this by putting a little bit of micellar water onto a wash cloth and gently rubbing away where the blush was on my doll. When it comes to this please keep in mind a little goes a long way! Though I will say, I did asked some experienced plush doll collectors if I needed to remove the blush before a bath because I was scared of the blush getting moved around and staining the doll or embroidering. They told me it probably didn’t matter but it wouldn’t hurt. Do with that information what you will.
Bath Time:
Now for the actual bath I started by filling up a container with cold water and about 3 drops of dawn dish soap. (Please make sure it’s cold water because warm water makes things bleed!) Once everything was mixed together I took my toothbrush and dipped it into the mixture.
With the soapy mix I started scrubbing away at my doll. I was sure to be gentle over the embroidery in fear of loosening/damaging it if I was to rough with it. I made sure really get into all of the cracks and crevices too.
Once washed with soap I replaced the soapy water with just plain cold water. Then I scrubbed my doll again but this time with just the water. I made sure to dip my brush back into the water very frequently during this process. On my last scrub I brushed everything up in the same direction with my bruh.
Aftermath:
I placed my wet doll on a dry wash cloth and started to pat them dry with it. I was able to get the longer pieces of fabric (like the hair) pretty much dry with just the cloth but I can’t say that about the other parts.
For the other parts I used a mini fan to help the process go a little faster. (⤵️)
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A blow dryer on the cold setting should also work for this if you’re impatient like me lolol. Good old fashion air drying should also work fine too but make sure it’s in a well lit room just to be careful of mold! I have also heard of people putting their dolls in pillowcases and throwing them into the drying machine along with a towel to cushion them more on a low setting. I have never tried this though personally so I’m not sure how well that would work and I’m to nervous to find out.
Also not going to lie I did not enjoy the smell of the “TideToGo” stick very much and I couldn’t get the smell to go away with just the soap and water so I did spray my doll with a bit of perfume. I’m not sure how safe/good this is for dolls but personally for me my doll turned out fine and now smells really good!
Conclusion:
This method worked very well for me I think! My doll is all clean and their hair feels so soft just like when I first got them which is very exciting. If anyone has any tips or thinks I should have done anything differently let me know! Also I’m here to answer questions too🫡 This is my first time making a blog post like this so I hope it was helpful and easy to understand!🙂
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gloryride · 3 months
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WIP WHENEVER
I was tagged by @alphanight-vp @chevvy-yates @just-a-cybercroissant @rosapexa thank youuuuuu !
I have things but not visuals, just ideas and talking.
>> VP
I have anything to show, the last big project was the CP Birthday and took all my energy. I cleaned up my vp idea and i have ... 72 lines XD If you want an idea (sorry it's in french) :
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>> WRITING
I'm in mood for writing, but it's chaotic, i have many MANY drafts on my phone and pc with some paragraph, just idea, a dialog, nothing full. But i can show you one of them
So, just another snippet of Virgile/Eve fic, i really need to finish this chapter, but translation takes lot of time (i can't full write in english)
"You never asked me what's my job." He coughed several times under the glare of the other disdainful customers before catching his breath, avoiding her look. This must have made him suspicious in the eyes of the woman in front of him; he always looked like a child caught at fault when confronted with moments like this. Virgile remained silent and Evelyn resumed, resting her elbows on the table, not giving up. "Because you're not interested? Or you know and you don't want to talk about it?" More than red, he was turning crimson. His gaze was on the restaurant's décor, the sleek modern style, the chrome accents to underline the white walls where hideous gaudy pictures were hung to make it look like art … everywhere but on her. Unable to escape, trapped by his chair and his lunch, he finally took a breath, and whispered, "I already know". She didn't seem offended, quite the opposite. "Thanks to NetWatch or…?" He cut her off with a firm gesture, finally turning his gaze towards her. "I would never use my job to get information on someone. We're adults, we can… talk." He sighed, his leg trembling and his hands twisting as if he were telling a shameful secret. "Because I've been to Clouds before and met you there." He thought he'd never have this conversation, Evelyn talked little about her private life and he'd hoped she'd continue to do so without having to justify anything. His heart raced and his hand caressing the back of his neck betrayed his nervousness. For her part, she continued to smile, almost amused, then took on an air of conspiracy as she moved a little further forward. "And you're ashamed of something?" Her steady voice sought information, perhaps she was imagining what they might have done. Virgile had difficulty swallowing before answering, his gaze shifting. "I don't know," he replied. "Is it wrong to take advantage of someone's unconsciousness to get rid of problems?" "By get rid of your problems, do you mean … sex?" Virgile's face froze and he opened his eyes wide. With a sudden movement, he almost spilt his drink. "What? No! No ! " He saw her laugh as he tried to calm down. "I never wanted to… with a doll."
>> MODS
I have ... 5 XL mods waiting to finish XD 2 old mods i port in XL, 2 clothes and 1 thing. I don't like to talk more about it bc they're not finish, not much pics And now i'm done with npv commissions until february, i can mod for myself. So i need to :
update NPVanessa (new tattoos, new clothes, new hair)
update NPV Oscar (new clothes - young version)
redo NPVirgile (with his style i created for him)
redo NPV Isao (i borked him and now he has a wardrobe)
redo NPValentin (new body with Gymfiend, new clothes)
finish NPV Mieko
Would like to finish Enzo's scars on his hands too, and so update his npv too. I also want to finish my custom npcs for Eve for example (maybe release it ? idk) i want to learn to do props, i failed for CP bday, i found a plan B I want to learn to port clothes, i bought some because they were on sale but that's it I want to learn custom poses bc i have ... 3 sets in mind ! ... i will never have time until february XD
tagging (no pressure of course !) : @breezypunk @medtech-mara @cybervesna @nananarc @mhbcaps and anyone who wants !
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dollsonmain · 9 months
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So I have now removed 100% of my deco stuff from the upstairs and main level of the house (other than things I really don’t care about), and all of my work stuff, minus that I haven’t started on the office, yet, and am dreading it because there is heavy furniture to move and I have to do it by myself. I also need somewhere to put it...
If I could take the plants downstairs and they not all die miserably, I would.
So I’m thinking that maybe I’ll put the little table that I had pulled out of the bathroom down there into the doll display and slide the old toy box under it. That’s what the BJD are on right now is the toy box and a small end table.
There’s another table upstairs that’s smaller and has some drawers that might be more suited to being a packing station. I think I’ll have to partially disassemble that one to get it down there.
As for where the cabinets in the office will go...
I’m not sure, honestly. Maybe I can pull out the other closet door acting as a large table from the wall and tuck them in there. I’m trying NOT to block off all the floor space, though (not that it isn’t all covered in dolls right now anyway)
I moved the little cabinet from the top of the stairs down to where I had the little grey cabinet before I had moved THAT into the gym to put the TV and DVD player on, but it blocks the power outlet that I use for the postal scale, filter-fan combo, and vacuum as needed. Need a power strip, I guess.
I do have too much stuff for that space, and that’s ok. I’ve been getting rid of things already and will just keep going.
Unfortunately I’m all sweaty again and need to go out in public today so I should probably shower AGAIN, but I’m not done going up and down the stairs, yet.
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What’s really funny/not funny, though, is that even though I’ve removed myself from most of the house at this point, it doesn’t look any different (other than the work stuff) because my things were so well integrated into the decor.
The majority of the visual and physical clutter is old furniture no one touches and things that used to belong to his grandparents.
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That does mean, though, that me removing myself will have no impact what-so-ever.
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adrianasunderworld · 1 year
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Considering how popular they can be in the fandom i wonder what Headmistress Rosehearts would do with a child Yuu
Since they got isekaid there at 8-12 yrs old and didn't have any guardians the school staff just kept them with Grim and looked after child Yuu collectively while Yuu and Grim still went through the story chapters just with some changes (because they might be cunning but i don't think Azul would leave a child homeless nor Jamil would force them to do the Scarabia training)
I feel like she'd either try to make them and educate them like Riddle or send them to the orphanage so they'd probably never see the cast again
I mean if she sends them to an orphanage, there isn't really much of a plot. Maybe because Yuu is a ward of the school with various caretakers, the staff collectively has to agree to give them up, or else she legally can't. Idk how that would work, but for the sake of the au let's pretend that's how their guardian ship works. Idk maybe that's what was decided, so if anything happened, Yuu would always have a legal guardian available to take them to avoid them going into the system. So Mrs. Rosehearts can't just get rid of them.
Also I don't think Yuu would live in Ramshackle. I can't logic out a reason for a child to live by themselves in a run down house. So they have their own room in the staff quarters. But they like to play in Ramshackle, despite everyone telling them not to. They sort of claim it as their club house and the ghosts are very fond of them. Anyone who sneaks into Ramshackle will find children's toys and books scattered everywhere and the kitchen pantry with snacks and candy. Everyone knows that's where Yuu runs off to play.
Mrs. Rosehearts decides, if she has to look after this child's needs, she will. But her way. She sees how Yuu is being raised and finds fault in everything. Yuu goes to school in town, using the mirror to teleport down, because seven knows the commute down the mountain will be hell. Mrs. Rosehearts decides the schools available on the isle of sages aren't good enough. The place is small, there are only a couple of schools and none of them are prestigious private schools. So she pulls Yuu out and will have them be homeschooled with the curriculum she had for Riddle. Tweaked only to exclude magic lessons. Next she took every toy of Yuus that she did not approve of. "These dolls clothes are inappropriate. The show these action figures are from promotes violence. These video games are not good for your development. These posters are a distraction as well." Yuu keeps sobbing. Half their stuff is gone and they can't even see their friends. Headmistress was not done yet though. Yuu was not to interact with certain students she deemed a "bad influence". So no Trey. No Ace and Deuce. No Octo trio. Yuu was to study with Riddle so he could set a good example. Vil was one of the ones who were allowed. He was after all an excellent student. (And her bias towards his father.)
But the thing that broke Yuu was when they finally managed to sneak off to Ramshackle. Only to find it boarded up. The doors were locked and all the windows nailed shut. "This place is dangerous." Said a voice behind them. It was Headmistress Rosehearts. "It's old and dirty, and you're likely to be hurt. You are not to play here ever again. Understand?"
Yuu looked down at their shoes and sniffled. Int he smallest voice they replied. "Yes, ma'am."
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flippinfins · 2 months
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Sometimes I think about how different any of us would be if certain things in our lives were different and it makes me a little bit crazy. Every little decision we make leads to our lives being the way they ended up. Let me just like provide some examples for you :
When I was 11 years old i begged my parents for a dog. I begged and begged and begged. I don’t know for how long but we finally went to get a dog. I wanted this one sweet little dog that liked me but the rest of my family didn’t care about her. We got this other dog. One day, I went and took my dog for a walk with my sister. The dog rushed over the edge of our property and stopped this woman on her bicycle. She was so nice to us and we talked to her for a while. She was our neighbor a street or two over. She looked at me and was like, “I think my daughter is your age! You guys should be friends. We live over there *points* come over one day”. So I did. My sister brought me because I was nervous. (The girl was very very nice! We were friends for several years.) At one point early in our friendship she told me about a show called Winx Club that was starting on 4kids tv. I need you to understand. That’s not a channel I watched. It’s not one any of my other friends watched. To say I only watched it because I met her seems like a stretch but it’s really not though. Eventually the Disney fairies books came out and we “discovered” that together too. I always had an interest in fairies just because of tinker bell but winx club really kicked it into full gear. Something I fully credit my neighborhood friend for. We bought the winx club dolls which is what initially made me interested in the art of fashion dolls — later getting me into the Ever After High dolls. Because of having a full blown interest in fairies, that lead me at like 14 ish years old to find the first book in my favorite book series, Wings. So basically what I’m saying is I bought a dog and now I’m interested in fantasy AND creative writing. That’s just one example but I think about these things all the time. What would my interests have been otherwise?
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Oh another example. If I hadn’t been homeschooled I don’t know if I’d be on here right now. I made a tumblr because my friend I met through this homeschooling group begged me to make one. I’m not saying non homeschoolers don’t use tumblr lol. But I’d have been a very different person if I wasn’t homeschooled. I may not have ever spent time with the fairies girl from my neighborhood since she was a year younger. What would my interests have been? I have no idea. Would I have become friends with people that used tumblr? Who even knows? Anyway, I met her in like the 5th homeschooling group I was ever in (I’m gonna be in her wedding in March 💅🏼). She loved tumblr. She had a lord of the rings tumblr that was very successful but I think she got rid of it. Anyway, if I never made a tumblr there’s DOZENS of people I just never would’ve known even existed. That’s CRAZY to me. Like!! If I never met the girl from my neighborhood there’s a slim chance I’d never have gotten into the Disney fairies. If I never did then I never would’ve search it on tumblr and found Sarena’s asktheneverfairies blog which is how I became friends with Mary and literally so many other people.
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Anyway life is craaaazy.
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pandor-pandorkful · 5 months
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Ooohhh I could use my phone's camera as a usb webcam, looks like there are several ways of doing that... that would be good for closeup stuff like modding dolls and needle felting...
Doesn't solve the base issue of my-internet-is-crap, though.
...different topic but related, there's a job opening at the library for a front desk assistant that seems not so bad... I imagine it's not completely free from phone interactions, though the job description never mentions using the phone as a required task.
I've done reception before and I've done office assistant before, but those were both extraordinary stressful because they were for Accounting and Payroll, respectively.
Maybe reception-assistanty type work that doesn't come anywhere close to the doling out of currency would involve fewer traumatic phone calls from angry contract workers looking to be paid?
(I also did general library shelving and reception work for work-study in college... that sucked cuz the college library director was a pill. But I hear the current town library director is a really kind, Mr. Rogers type of guy. He got rid of late fines! That's a big one!)
It would be nice to earn enough I could not only get off rental assistance, but also afford to get better internet... and it's only 28 hours a week.
But I'm wigging myself out about the whole job application thing. I gotta update my resume... The library isn't super far away, about half a dozen blocks, but I don't have a car or a driver's license... 28 hrs not bad, but 8am to 5pm is torture to this adhd person... especially the 8am part....... and how do you feed your cats when you're gone all day? And your cats also shouldn't be eating kibble cuz it fucks them up???
Would this burn me out worse? Would it make me better? Will the antivaxxers in town end up killing me? Or are they blessedly illiterate ghouls? (Most of them are old hippies, actually. Well, were old hippies. Most of them are dead hippies now.)
Would I even get the job??? I might be too slow, or just.... unemployable.
I dunno man, I need some freaking income and streaming is gonna take years off my life before it comes close to paying enough to live off of. And I've made 1 sticker sale so far. :B I think I need to try applying for this position, at least....
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the-robot-bracket · 6 months
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Do you have some other hot takes (mild or Juice ones, you decide?)
I don't have Juice hot takes XD
But I do have some other fandom ones
Ninjago:
I dislike Season 12. It just repeats the plotline of Season 6, basically. Having two Jay focused seasons by getting rid of everyone else one after another makes it seem like Jay can only shine when everyone else is gone, and he is the only one treated that way. Season 6 did him being on his own a whole lot better.
Little Nightmares:
I heavily dislike the idea of looking at Mono being destined to become the Thin Man in a timr loop and also applying that to Six. Six might become something similar TO the Lady, but I heavily dislike retroactively deciding she needs to become the adult she fights against. It seems more like a theory to get more shipping out of the pairing to me, so I really dislike it
Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival:
I heavily dislike the direction they went with in Dark Revival. As funny as Joey Drew basically writing his revenge porn in which he tortures fictional versions of people he knew is, I hate how they made everyone fictional instead of going with the previously stated fact he used his employees souls. It makes the previous 'who is Boris?' debate pointless because even though Buddy is apparently him, it's a fictional version anyway. And the game tries its hardest for us to believe the word of a liar.
(Also the cycle breakers thing. Isn't interrupting the progress of The End playing over and over again breaking the cycle? Or am I just dumb?)
FNaF:
CC dies before Elizabeth and doesn't watch her die. It's impossible timeline wise for Elizabeth to die first since CC died at Fredbear's Dinner and Circus Baby opened after the closing of Freddy's. Not Fredbear's.
I actually enjoyed parts of Fazbear Frights. It would have been better to have most of them in different universes from each other, though. Have some about Afton testing on children through projects, for example. Fazgoo just exists for no reason. Why couldn't you have him test on kids?? Or have the story with the Ella doll because it got infected by Henry's grief. So yeah, having pretty much all FF stories playing in the same universe was a mistake.
The only lore stuff I 100% believe the books make clear is names and dates. So, to me, Charlie dying at 3 years old and the children getting murdered in 1985 (mentioned twice in different books) makes the most sense. Everything else I'm sceptic on.
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burning-sol · 2 years
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Drafting this when my hands are numb from playing Hollow Knight and my brain is stirring so I just want to talk about Jay Ferin real quick. I'm not as comprehensive when it comes to her character so I could very well get things wrong, just throwing this out there cause I need a change of pace.
I think one of the biggest things that gets me about her is fact that Jay's trauma isn't really 'visible' at all. When it comes to the hall of illusions, Jay is the child who appears the fittest and most cared for of the group. In many ways, there were things she was afforded that Chip and Gillion weren't. And, honestly, I kind of worry that people might focus on that and say that Jay's childhood was okay or not as bad as Chip or Gill's. But the thing is, Jay DIDN'T have a good childhood.
Jay was born into a role that she never asked for and the people around her demanded that she lived up to it. Even if she was well looked after, she implies that her family put her through quite a bit of training in order to live up to her title and that her emotional wellbeing usually came second to it. And on some level she recognises this and admits that it hurt when her most precious possession, her doll, was destroyed all because it "distracted her". But she can't completely fault her family for it because they didn't physically DO anything to her, so that has to mean something on some level? And sure, the love she's offered may be conditional but it's better than not being loved at all, right? Familial love is familial love, no matter if it's not unconditional.
But it's obvious she's distressed by her family. She has nightmares about them, some that keep her up until she's absolutely exhausted. When she sees her father again she doesn't feel any relief, she's PETRIFIED by the sight of him. She doesn't know what to do so she goes back to playing the role that her father wants, because that was the only thing she was taught to do; to be nice, stay quiet and be the Ferin everyone wanted her to be. Generally, she can be quite hesitant and unsure of herself or what to do. It's not surprising that she's so conflicted because she wasn't taught how to make her own choices, she was raised to follow the instructions of others. She's had growth over the series, for sure, but she hasn't completely shaken off those old behaviours yet.
And I just wanna say that being traumatised by your caregivers is not an easy thing to deal with. It's very easy to just brush aside whatever happens because you don't know better as a child and you would do whatever it takes to recieve love. And in particular, it can be hard to articulate or even know you've been neglected because it's marked by an absence instead of something happening TO you. To us it might seem obvious that Jay's been traumatised by her family, but to her she believes that there's a chance that she COULD have a happy family. That maybe, if things go well, she'll be taken back. She doesn't want to FIGHT her family, she loves them. If she's not immediately in their vicinity, not immediately terrified of them; it's easy for her to fall back on the notion that they love her and that things could be different. But the truth is, there was nothing there in the first place.
Also (fucking side note), can you imagine how difficult must it be trying to reclaim your own identity in those circumstances? To know there are things that were instilled in you that you can't change, that were traumatic but you can't get rid of because it's tied to who you are. She can throw away her bow, replace it, do everything she can to get rid of it; but Jay will never change the fact that her family taught her how to use it. And she can't change the fact that she has been able to have fun with Chip and Gillion BECAUSE of her skills. She just has to find a way to live with it. She has to find a way to reclaim her own name for herself.
All that aside, the way she relates to Chip's and Gillion's trauma is actually fucking fascinating. For Chip, she's kind of the opposite in terms of her circumstances. In terms of what she was physically provided, she got to live a life Chip should have had and she should be happy but she just isn't. It's sad really. And I think it's easy to see the parallels between Gillion and her but we can really see how they differ at All-Port. At All-Port, Gillion can't fathom a resolution that doesn't involve just bearing all the weight, and Jay can't fathom a resolution that doesn't involve running away. Similar traumas but two very different responses to that trauma.
But anyways, that's just my rambling thoughts. Again, wouldn't be surprised if I got something wrong since... I mean look at my posts, I'm Gillion obsessed all the way. Lmao. But I hope this was at least interesting.
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alma-amentet · 10 months
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I’ve been tagged by @katastronoot and @sheirukitriesfandom
Feel free to take if you haven’t been tagged already.
1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.
Just a few days ago I decided to pull myself together and finish my drafts, debts and references queue. There’s a number of tabs with refs hanging in my browser... Need to get rid of them! Then I’ll also finish some tutorials from my previous lessons as well as rewatch the ones I already did, just to get back in shape. And will probably dive into some other courses - I have some good videos.
Was thinking about making some doll, clothes after a long break. My drunk shepherdess needs this, as I changed my mind to sell her away! (she’s another story). And a bag for my favorite tarot deck, now I use the the bag I made for another one, while that another one rests in a bag that once was part of friend’s Christmas present.
The rest is optional for now, but I hope to start drawing more portraits again. Maybe, by the end of the year I’ll be taking requests and trades for your OCs and favorite characters... That would be super cool.
I wanted to start attending my IRL art class again, but looks like I won’t be able to afford it 😢 Sadly I’m not making much money these days, and there are some unexpected expences.
2) Rec a book!
Tanith Lee, The Night’s Master. I think Elden Ring fans will appreciate 😉 Made a post about it a while ago.
I also liked The Winter Players - finally, a good and strong female protagonist! Not evil, unlike Zorayas - the one from the Night’s Master 😉
3) Rec a fic!
False Azure in the Windowpane by Tulak_Hord
If you don’t mind het Malenia ship. I don’t because it has a lot of fluff and an interesting Tarnished. I loved the first 55k words, excluding the chapter where they sparred (for me, that felt too long and boring). But I keep reading it.
Also Flamed Aeonia by BadMonsterFr  
This one has fem shipping, also a lot of hurt/comfort and fluff - just the way I like it! 
I love Malenia fluff. So more Malenia fluff pls! If you can rec me anything else like this, you're welcome! (yes I know and love Unalloyed, esp. the epilogue. It’s somewhat different, more on Millicent and Miquella, but just my vibes as well).
(also I’m really sorry for not reading some of fandom’s buddies works, I do - I’d like to support you more ... started some of them, but couldn’t keep up. I’m a bad and slow reader, and prefer smaller sizes to long ongoings. There are just two long ongoings I'm reading, False Azure and Rebecca's, because they are updated not really often).
4) Rec Music!
I’m on my Breton and Francophone folk kick again, so I recommend 
- La Boutine Souriante, folk-rock from Quebec (so far I’m listyening to their earliest albums, but they’ve been around since 70s and have many albums)
- Tri Yann. Modern Breton classics, I’d say! Love those old men who are still fit and well.
5)Share one piece of advice!
I agree with @vidvana Take care of yourself! Also don’t skip meals, get enough sleep. And if you feel you’d use some support, seek it any ways. If you can’t afford therapy or anything, there’s plenty of books and resources. Sometimes it’s even easier to help yourself than to find help. I’m quite experienced in self-help, I know what I’m talking about. 
For me, Julia Cameron’s “The Artists’s Way” has become that single straw I grasped in my darkest times, and it actually helped greatly! I also used her list of further reading and quotes, thus finding Shakti Gauvain, whose books are inspiring and supportive as well. Later I was a moderator for several groups for the Asrtists’Way. Not an easy experience, but it taught me something as well.
But if there’s a chance of any therapy, groups, any other support, don’t give it up as well.
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lokilickedme · 2 years
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Wondering how long it’ll take for this person on eBay to realize I’m having fun.
I have an old doll listed, nothing special and in very “I played with this HARD” condition but I know some people are nostalgic for things from their childhoods and since I’m on a sentimentality purge (getting rid of stuff that now reminds me of a childhood I was brainwashed into believing was a good one) I threw her out there, slapped on a pretty standard price tag and packed her away with the rest of the junk that I want to shift from being my problem to being someone else’s problem.
Cue this person, obviously a serious doll collector or whatever, I don’t know but they seem really proud of the fact that they know doll stuff and they start IN on me:
This isn’t a **** doll, it’s a **** doll.  I know this because blah blah blah production year TM date serial number blah blah color of hair lack/presence of eyelashes etc  (*I think I passed out halfway through the second paragraph of mass production doll identification details so this is paraphrased to keep me from having to make a second attempt)
So yeah, okay, thanks, noted.  I might change the listing, I might not, but believe me when I say there’s a metric shit ton of things on my to-do list right now that are more important than changing one word in the title of a $20 doll listing on eBay.  I ignore this email with the same identical disdain I use on my kids when they start yapping at me five minutes into an alleged nap.
A few days later they hit me again.
This isn’t a **** doll, it’s a **** doll.  I know this because blah blah blah production year TM date serial number blah blah color of hair lack/presence of eyelashes etc YOU NEED TO CHANGE IT!!
Um...no?  I mean, thanks and all, I appreciate your dedication to your skill/knowledge or whatever but you’re bugging me now about something that means literally nothing and now I want you to be tortured by my silent refusal to do anything about it.
This person apparently has bookmarked the listing now and is checking it regularly to see if I’ve done as they command.  And I just keep on...not doing that.
Another email comes today.
Change that listing!  It’s not a **** doll, it’s a **** doll, the TM mark on the rear proves it!
Yeah I know and the Invader Zim temporary tattoo on my rear proves something too but I don’t know what.  I’ll get back to you when I’ve figured it out but in the meantime you might want to see about easing up on that whole taking yourself so damn serious thing, it’s getting painful to watch.  The listing remains as-is purely on principle now and the simple fact that I had a real crap day and you decided sending me a third self righteous rant about a one-armed doll with an ink mustache courtesy of my dick of a brother was a thing you wanted to be responsible for, so just sit over there foaming at the mouth for a while and then please go to a support group meeting or something.  In the meantime me and my incorrectly identified doll are having a nice giggle over how mad you’re getting about a 45 year old toy.
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