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Pins n' Needles
Pairing: Chris x fem!reader
Contents: piercing shop, piercer!Chris
Warnings: SMUTTYYY / blowjob / public sex (kinda) / male stimulation / throat fuck / praise / pet names; (ma, mama, sweetheart, sugar, doll, good girl) / begging if you squint / switch Chris / Chris + vertical labret, eyebrow & tongue pierced / implied aftercare
Summary: The reader has a booked appointment with Chris to get a new piercing, you’ve become a regular at his shop from the few piercings you’ve gotten before. Unbeknownst to you, he’ll be doing more than just sticking a needle in this time.
Author’s note: Hey y’all, this is my first ever fic I’m posting on my blog. I’ll keep this note short n’ sweet but I hope you guys like it!! Please also give me feedback/constructive criticism because I want my writing to be 100% satisfactory for you all. This is also VERY long; apologies in advance, but again I hope you enjoy it!! From Maxine, with love ❣.
“I wanna put you in my mouth… I wanna crush you in my jaws.” - IN MY MOUTH, BLACK DRESSES
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You were full of anticipation while dreaming of getting yet another piercing done. You really loved your others you received before, and you never once had an issue with them rejecting or becoming infected. It’s what made this particular location your favourite.
As you climb down the steps to the bottom floor of a punk-rock, alternative store; it reveals a funky, LED-lit piercing shop. To the right, there stood a desk with posters of underground grunge bands that mixed soulfully with big and upcoming rappers and R&B artists hung up on the brick wall.
There’s a mellow softness of music in the background. From what you can hear, it sounds a lot like FE!N by Travis Scott and Playboi Carti. On the opposite side; there were satiny, leather black couches that hung low from the weight of many customers who had sat there before. The place was desolate and quiet, aside from the tunes muffled in the back.
You naturally assumed it was empty and you were simply a bit early, until you heard a door barge open.
As you turn your head 45 degrees to look back at what the sudden clamour was, you see a silhouette of a man staring at you. His brunette hair hangs low over his eyebrows in heavy contrast to his icy blue irises.
The dimness of the room brings shade over his profile but a glimmer of light shines at you from the centre of his lip and eyebrow. He’s dressed up in a plain, black T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had the words “FRESH LOVE” embroidered into the fabric. The Vivienne Westwood orb necklace hanging around his nape glistened that matched his diamond earrings.
The fashion statement he obtains makes you come to the realisation that it was Chris, your body piercer.
Suddenly his cold gaze wipes away once he gets a good look up and down at you, he curls his lips up into a friendly grin and inquires; “Hiya sweetheart. How can I help you today?” The low deepness of his voice makes you jump slightly.
“Hey Chris, I have an appointment booked for 12:30 to get my piercing done.” You reply trying to hide the trembling in your question from the painful mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Chris peers down at the nimble clipboard of names and dates. His slender index finger slides down the paper, he shoots his eyes back up at you for a split second giving you a smirk.
He looks back down to the clipboard and spots your name and taps his finger on it.
He turns his head back up at you with a toothy leer as he states “I always look forward to writing your name on my clipboard, y’know.” The stubble resting peacefully on the sharpness of his cheekbones spike up beautifully. He feeds his bottom lip into his mouth while he beams a smile at you and he grits on the metal ring with his enamels.
You say nothing because you’re too flustered to muster up consonants or vowels. A flush of cherry blossom pink pours over your face in embarrassment at his casual compliments and nicknames.
You’re too sheepish to admit it but you have a massive crush on your body piercer.
He gathers up a long piece of paper that looks like a waiver, he hands it to you as he states; “I need your signature here, as per usual I will be your body piercer for today. If you could be a doll and read the terms and conditions along with the do’s and don’ts that are listed above that would be great. You can follow me into the back once you’re done, sweetheart.”
He stares at you patiently with a light beam on his face while you swivel the pen around on the paper.
You plop the pen down on the hard wooden desk and hand the waiver back to Chris. “Perfect. Thank you sugar. If you could just follow me in here, please?” He makes a beckoning gesture with his hands, his eyebrow ring almost fully hidden under his hair.
“Okay”. You respond, giving him a smile as you walk over to him and make your way into a room behind the establishment you were just in.
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Moments later, you’re sitting peacefully on the flat bed. Admiring Chris while he slides on a pair of black latex gloves with his sterilised equipment laying still next to him.
Soon after, he pops open an alcohol pad and sets it down in the metal tray with needles and studs. He turns his body around to face you and he grabs the tray. He approaches you with the alcohol pad in his hand, his figure leaning into your face to wipe at the skin where you wanted your piercing to be.
Chris then acquires a sharp pointed pen and a long needle, he marks your face with a purple line.
“Go and look in the mirror and tell me if you’re happy or not with the position.” You get up on your feet and stroll over to the mirror and turn your face to where the mark sits.
“Mmm, can I have it more to the left please?” You ask him softly, while you stare at your reflection. “Of course, of course. Lemme get that off ya real quick”. You go over to the bed and sit back down in your original position.
Chris is laser focused on your face and he semi-consciously grips your chin so you look the right way and he can mark your face correctly.
This makes your heart almost explode out of you chest. You can feel yourself shiver but you try to refrain from it for you to stay stable under Chris’ touch.
He lets go of your chin and grins ear to ear at you again. “Happy now, sugar?”
You glance over at your reflection, you can clearly view where the mark is. “Yeah, that’s perfect. Thank you.”
“No problemo, sweetheart.” He utters while he positions the needle where the mark is.
“This will hurt..obviously, just take a few deep breaths for me. It will go in on three, one. two. three…”
Instantaneously, you feel a harsh, sharp pain. The needle slithers through your skin smoothly. You hiss at the sudden sting and your eyes start to water. You open your eyes to see Chris admiring you.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it sugar? You did so well for me.” He tugs on his lip ring with his teeth again, showing you how pearly and light ivory white they are.
“Hold on for another second, the jewellery is going in.” You feel another slight pinch, it wasn’t as bad as before yet you still flinched. But Chris’ reassurance made the soreness fade away seconds afterwards.
“Try not to touch it too much, clean it with salt water every day and night and avoid sleeping on it. Leave it in for 6 weeks before getting it replaced and you should be golden.”
You glance back at yourself in the mirror while tears are rolling down your cheeks from the pain earlier. Your face lights up as you see the new shard of stainless steel dug into your skin. “I love it! Thank you, Chris.” You exclaim at him with pure joy, giving him a big smile as you wipe the tears off of your face.
“No worries, sugar. Anything for my favourite customer.” That phrase makes your stomach tingly all the way down to in between your legs. You had to squeeze your thighs to secrete the euphoria Chris’ comments and sweet nothings made you feel.
“How much is this again? I’ll pay you in cash.” You query him. “Oh, you won’t need to pay me with money, sweetheart.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at this statement. You look up at him through your eyelashes for a few seconds with scepticism.
“What do you mean?” You mumble slowly at him while he gazes tenderly down at you.
“You can either pay me a different way, or you can walk out of here with a free piercing. This is sudden, I know that, sugar. But I’m not really feelin’ receiving money from my prettiest customer today.”
Your stomach churns and twists at Chris’ words. The butterflies are scrambling around inside you, to the point where the sensation spreads down to your core. Causing you to become slick with your juices beneath your clothes.
“I-I don’t get what point you’re trying to make, Chris..” You stutter and fumble on your words. Your veins are surging with tension and hesitancy.
“Jeez. Do I have to spell it out for ya, ma?” Ma? That’s a new one. Very similar to the other plain jane nicknames, and yet so different and fulfilling to hear.
Abruptly, Chris starts to inch towards you. You two are only centimetres away from each other, practically breathing on one another.
You feel your heart start to quicken and your breathing pattern to become heavy and irregular. Your heat starts to soak even more as you gawk and admire Chris’ lip piercing now wet with his spit.
“Don’t you have other customers after me..? I’m not sure if this is a good idea Chris..” You break eye contact with his blue rings and start to fidget and twiddle with your fingers.
“Do you not want to..? Shit, I’m sorry ma I didn’t mean to come onto you like that I was just really lookin’ forward to see ya today and I just thought y’would be okay with it like how you’re okay with me calling you sugar n’ stuff like that and-”
You gape at Chris, dumbfounded for a second. You start to hear his Boston accent the more he rambles on in embarrassment. “Chris it’s okay, trust me. I-I do want to… I’ve just never done something like this in a public place.”
His ears perk up and his central lip ring glints, his eyebrow piercing hidden under his locs.
You mentally scream at yourself saying: what the actual fuck is wrong with you?
“We can do whatever you want Chris, does this door have a lock?” You question him poking and prodding at the handle. “I wanna make sure we really, really have privacy.”
Your mind is zooming and sporadically muddling up millions of thoughts. You were asking yourself; Why aren’t you walking out? Why are you doing this for him? He said I could walk out with a free piercing.
“Yes, ma. It has a lock. Also before you ask, I have no other customers after you for today. Did you not notice the poster I put outside? I’m closing up earlier than usual today.”
You feel your face become hot and your body starts to sweat out of every crevice. The colour of your cheeks go scarlet when you realise he did all this for you. He planned all of this out, since the jump. Ever since you put the phone down on him once you booked the appointment.
“Chris..”
“I know, sweetheart. It’s very unexpected. Like I said, you can walk out with the piercing for free. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m not forcing you.”
Somehow, the tenseness in your body loosens. Your muscles stop clenching.
You rush to Chris’ face and pull his lips into yours. Your teeth almost clash into each other. Your puffy, red brims of your mouths intertwine together almost like tying a tight and rigid knot.
You then pull him away from him, both of you trying to catch your breath. Chris ogles at you with his mouth agape yet curved up into a slight smirk.
“What?” You ask. “Didn’t you want this? If you want me to pay you this way, then c’mere. I hope you don’t take cash or card, pretty boy.”
Chris hums in severe approval at your words. He then clasps at your waist and pulls you into another sloppy kiss. More wet and passionate than the one before.
Chris grovels his tongue in between your rows of teeth and you let out a surprised moan at this manoeuvre. Your tongues dance gracefully against each other.
You feel a freezing cold sensation on your lips. The taste of metal consuming your palette. You slowly open your eyes to gaze down at Chris’ mouth… Chris has a tongue piercing.
Your core drips in the slickness of your juice after this information was revealed to you. You no longer held back the temptation and tugged at his lip ring with your teeth.
A choked whine crawls out of Chris’ throat, the grasp on your lower body now tighter and more aggressive. His hot breath combines with yours and condenses the air above you. Making the atmosphere humid and thick. Harder to breathe under your utmost desperation.
“Fuck, Ma. I wanna feel my dick inside your mouth so bad after what my tongue got out of it.” He chuckled, gasping for a breath. Chris’ mouth circling these filthy words on the tip of his tongue to spit them back at you pulls at the tendons of your chest. Your folds become velvety and drenched, almost like his words are casting spells over you. Your mind goes foggy as you both are intoxicated by a horny haze of each other’s presence.
“C’mon then baby, get on the bed.”
“Yes, sugar.” Chris obliges obediently. He rushes to the bed with no delay.
You follow behind and lower yourself down until your full weight is rested on your knees. Focusing on Chris’ craving and horny scrutiny. You slowly part his legs and he lets out a long sigh, throwing his head back and breaking eye contact at your unexpected but swift touch.
“No baby, look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes.” Chris whimpers at your command and drops his head down to take in your eager stare.
You push the hem of his shirt further up his body, leaving his lower abdomen fully exposed as you tangle your fingers around his drawstring playfully.
Chris writhes with impatience while you teasingly remove every article of clothing on his lower half slowly. His chest slowly rises and falls in an irregular pattern. His prick aching to be set free from the enclosure of grey cloth.
You use your teeth to grip onto the material and loosen the knot in his drawstring, the very act of you doing this to Chris makes his dick twitch constantly.
You wrap your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants to steadily pull them down. Chris lifts his hips up gently to allow you to pull them off briskly.
What once were his unseen Calvin Klein boxers, are now fully revealed. He kicks off his sweats for them to fall on the floor. Your manicured hands rub and slide leisurely across his hairy thighs. His happy trail carved out like a perfectly sculpted statue. Curved and slimmed in all the right places.
You then make your way to the throbbing bulge creating a tent in the jet black fabric. Your hands clasp at the tip making Chris jolt and his hips buckle up into your hand.
A quiet “F-fuck..” could be heard spilling out of his mouth. You hum at the pleasurable sight of him. Your body piercer who sticks needles in your skin for your money and satisfaction, has his dick in your hands.
You start to make your way down his shaft. Chris hisses and covers his mouth with his hand while the other grasps at the edge of the bed. Fully concealing his lip ring.
A slow up and down motion is created by your hands on Chris’ cock. His hips thrust upwards again, basically fucking your hand.
You swallow thickly with restlessness and take your hand off of his dick. It sits there pulsing a beat every now and then.
Chris groans dismally. “Please don’t stop mama, you were doing so well. It felt so good..” Chris spews out of his mouth mixed with his loud and rowdy moans. It’s very clear to you that he isn’t ashamed of how good you’re making him feel, so why should you?
You hastily rip off his boxers out of pure greed which makes his dick come sticking out immediately. Smacking his abdomen.
The lust in your eyes intensifies as you stare with your mouth wide open practically drooling and fawning over the thought of what he tastes like on your tongue. The shape. The colour. The size. Holy fuck he had the whole package. Just you imagining him slamming it inside your pussy made you grow carnal with desire.
The vein popping out the side fleshly. His dick practically begging to be sucked and licked at.
You pepper small kisses around his shaft. Chris heaves as his eyes roll into the back of his skull.
“That feel good, angel?” You ask him tantalisingly knowing damn fucking well the answer is yes.
Chris is completely unable to muster up sentences or even words to the point where he just mumbles an “Uh-huh” of approval.
You lick a long stripe up to his tip, making him squirm and whine underneath your touch.
On the spur of the moment, you feel two hands grip onto the back of your head as they force you down onto Chris’ cock. Your lips clench around the very base of his dick.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Chris exclaims. “Your mouth feels so fucking good… yeah take that fucking dick like a good girl.”
Your head bobs up and down on his length at a rapid pace. The tip of his cock grazing the back of your throat makes your eyes water again and your makeup comes running down your face.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, sweetheart.. I’m s-so close..” you feel Chris’ fast rhythm start to quiver and twitch uncontrollably. His hips locking into place as his cock sits inside your mouth balls deep.
“I-I’m gonna cum ma.. I’m g-gonna…” at that moment, Chris spews his white load into your mouth. It squirts out of his tip in long, thick ropes as it paints all over your mouth and on your tongue.
He pulls out immediately afterwards. You’re both trying to catch your breath. You feel Chris’ thumb graze against your lip. Your entire throat still coated in his seed. “Swallow.” He commands spitefully.
You close your mouth and gulp down Chris’ warm cum. You have trouble consuming it all in one go from the amount and how thick it was.
Soon after, you stick your tongue back out to show him that it was all gone. You took it all.
“Good girl.” Chris states smiling down at you, pulling his boxers back up. Moments later he reaches to the side counter to get tissues and a hot towel.
“No more money from you, from now on.” He declares.
“No more money.” You repeat, gazing up at him. Still on your knees.
“Good. Now let’s get you cleaned up, sugar.”
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Author’s note no.2: WHEW.. done and dusted. This was actually uber fun to write. Ofc i’ll be writing TONS AND TONS more for you all. I hope you had fun reading this and i’ll see you again soon!
༝༚༝༚, Maxine.
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Young in the Night
Josh Kiszka X Reader
Journey back in time to 1982, to an Alternate Universe where Josh is at the epicenter of debauchery and excess. Josh is an entertainer at the hottest new thing on the block, Chippendales, the place for women to drool and ogle.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Drug Use (cocaine), Explicit Sex.
Tugging your cropped leather jacket closer to your torso as you wait in line, your skimpy outfit is not doing much to block the chill from the cool evening air. You gazed up at the neon sign through your teased bangs. The summer of 1982 was coming to an end and you were standing in line with your best friend Marie at the hottest thing in the city of Los Angeles for women, Chippendales.
“Do you think the dancers actually kiss the girls?,” Marie asked leaning in.
“That's what I've heard!,” you giggled, silently hoping to receive a kiss yourself.
The line moved up until you were in front of the doorman. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you stand in front of the door, uncertain in what lies ahead.
“Alright, you're next! Have a good time ladies!”
The heavy door opened and you were met with colorful lights and the hottest music playing, hundreds of seats sitting around a lit stage. Over on one side was a bar, the first sight you were set on. Grabbing Marie's hand you drug her with, eager to get a tequila sunrise on your hands.
You exchanged cash for your cocktails and went to find a seat, surprisingly you found two in the front row, being the second group to be let inside. The seating was filling up fast, from front seats to back.
The club started to fill and the lights got low, Marie gripped onto your forearm,” Oh I think it's starting!”
A man came out onto the stage, black dress pants, suspenders and no shirt,” Good evening ladies! My name is Mark, and I'll be your host tonight! Welcome to Chippendales, you're in for a night of hunky splendor!”
A tall tan man with blonde hair graced the stage, he was dancing around in the smallest shorts you had ever seen, a collared bowtie around his neck, and little cufflinks around his wrists like wrist bands. It was a play on the playboy bunny, but it worked. He shimmied and shaked working the crowd. You laughed as Marie reached out for him, waving a dollar bill around like a flag,” He's so cute!”
You thought he was an attractive man undoubtedly, but he didn't really do it for you.
He wiggled his way over to where the two of you sat, his hips gyrating in Marie's face.
“Hi sweetheart, do you wanna kiss?” He leaned over Marie as she nodded her head and you watched in awe as they locked lips like passionate lovers.
He pulled away and strutted around the stage, Marie looked at you with red rosy cheeks,” Oh my god!”
The crowd was roaring and your ears were practically ringing, the host speaks into the microphone again,” That was the Perfect Man ladies! Let's give him a huge thank you!”
The women around you went wild as you clapped, not quite understanding what they all saw in him. He was just a man, cute, but just a man. You could admit that the energy in the room was electric and you couldn't help but get swept up in the fun of it all. Mostly naked men parading around showing off their bodies and family jewels, it was drool worthy.
You watched a few more of the acts, some of the men had themes and costumes, some of them came out in pants and stripped down to speedos or g strings.
The host grabbed the mic once again,” Alright sweethearts, I present to you, our next act, an angel in disguise, Joshua!”
Out he came strutting the stage like he owned it, he was clad in the tiniest g string he could get away with, the infamous collared bow tie, and a pair of devil horns nestled into his funky curly mullet. You were instantly captivated by the interesting man. You studied his build, he was small, but toned. He looked strong, though not as strong as others you've seen tonight. Most of his skin was on display, the gleam of the stage lights made his oiled skin shine. The more he danced around to the music the more you became enamored with him. The jiggle of his butt as he strutted up to the audience on the other side of the stage forced you to ogle him.
Reaching into your clutch grabbing your dollar bills you leaned into Marie,” I don't know if I've ever seen a man have more ass!”
He swayed his hips, moving to the side of the stage you were at. When he stopped directly in front of you, his barely clothed package inches away from your face, a deep blush rose on your cheeks.
He squatted down so you were face to face, plucking the dollar from your fingers. Your breath caught in your throat as you really saw his face, he had the biggest softest brown eyes, a perfect white smile, and rosy red cheeks. He was slightly sweaty from gyrating around on stage, but that just added to his sex appeal.
Josh bit his lip before releasing it, his bottom lip plump and slick. Purring he crooned,” Hi Angel. D’ya want a kiss?”
You've never wanted a kiss from a man in devil horns more, nodding your head you leaned in and slipped your hands into his curls at the nape of his neck. When his soft pink lips met yours you almost swore you felt a spark of electricity, but that could be the tequila sunrise talking. You felt his tongue lick across your bottom lip, and tingles shot to your core. Easily you opened up for the performer, moaning lightly when his tongue danced with yours.
The kiss kept going on and on. The music kept playing, the girls kept screaming , and Josh kept kissing you. He had your jaw gripped in his hand, and yours traveled down the length of his torso, squeezing his pecs before landing on his hips. The elastic of his g string resting at your fingertips. You kept thinking that now was when he was going to disconnect from you, but if anything he leaned into you more. The kissing went on for so long that Mark the host came back on over the speakers,” Okay Joshua, angel in disguise, your time has ended! Wrap up your act!”
Josh finally ended the kiss,” If ya wanna go home with me, wait for me after the show.”
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The club lights came up and the women started emptying out, the show was over but the bar was still active. You turned to Marie,” I'm gonna go home with him! I'll call you when I get home okay!”
“Okay babe! I'll leave the phone cord plugged in tonight so I hear the call!”
You hugged her goodbye and sat back down in your seat, sipping on a fresh tequila sunrise. It took you a second to recognize the man who had now come to stand in front of you, it was Joshua, but he was wearing clothes now. He had on white sneakers, light wash blue jeans, and a blue short sleeve button up, unbuttoned of course. “Hi Angel. I see you've made up your mind.”
“Hi Joshua. I did make up my mind.”
He grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet,”Please call me Josh.”
He laces your fingers together and leads you out the front door of the club.
“I don't live far!” He squeezed your hand in his as you walked shoulder to shoulder on the LA sidewalk.
“I really enjoyed the show Josh! Your act especially,” You beamed,” It was my first time at Chippendales!”
He smiles down at you, this time you notice a slight gap between his front teeth,” I'm so glad Angel.”
“My name is Y/N, just so you know.”
One side of his smile quirks up,” Y/N…. I think I prefer Angel for tonight.”
You blushed feeling butterflies in your stomach.
Soon you arrived at his front door, you stood behind him as he fished the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.
Feeling your eyes widen in surprise, he must be making a lot of money from the club. His home had beautiful new modern furniture. He led you to his couch before pulling you into his lap. Your skirt rode up your hips and you straddled his thighs, your lips connecting again. Josh wasted no time running his hands up and down your body, his light touches making your nipples harden under your shirt.
Your hands wander his soft torso once against, and he leans in and kisses up your neck nibbling at your ear.
“Want some blow?” Josh cooes breathlessly.
Nerves bubble in your stomach, you've done it before, at a club with Marie.
“Just a bump.”
“Mmhmm.”
Josh lightly nips at the skin of your neck before lifting your shirt off your body, your bare breasts bouncing in his face.
“Heavenly” he breathes, placing your nipple in his hot waiting mouth. Back arching into his touch you moan his name. You grind your hips down into his hard on, making him moan out too.
Panting he disconnected from your chest and leans down, his hand placed on your back supporting your weight as he bends.
He retries a glass tray, blade and a baggie of white powder.
You wiggle your hips in his lap as he prepares your indulgence.
“God I'm so hard. Have you ever had sex on this? It's incredible.”
“I haven't, I've only taken it in the club.”
You hear the metal blade scraping on glass,” Are you sure you just want a bump? You can have more if you want more.”
You turn in his grasp to look at the tray, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit.
“I’ll do a line with you.” You whisper rocking your hips into him.
Josh kisses your cheek before separating the substance into two lines. He picks up the tray, placing it in your hands to hold as he gets the straw. Holding it to his face he leans down and inhales. Lifting his head his eyes flutter closed as his nose scrunches. After a few seconds he opens them, handing you the straw and taking the glass tray so you can partake. Leaning down you mirror his actions, also scrunching your nose at the uncomfortable feeling.
He places the paraphernalia back on the coffee table in front of him, and grabs your hips pulling them down onto his aching cock. Losing your patience you climb off of him and discard the rest of your clothing.
“Eager are we baby?” Josh chuckles following suit and removing his jeans and underwear. Feeling the effects of the blow your jaw drops at the sight of his cock. It's pretty. He's thick and pulsing, the head flushed a deep red. Your slick threatening to drip down your thigh, you place yourself back into his lap. His cock slips in between your wet folds as you grind his head against your clit.
Throwing his head back he moans,” God your pussy's just drenching me.”
After a few more minutes of grinding he's begging you to let him in. You grab him hot in your hand and line him up with your entrance.
‘Go slow Angel, stretch that tight cunt for me.”
The feeling of him in you was indescribable, euphoria tingling within your body. He felt so good. After a few minutes of bouncing he lifted you off of him.
“Wanna switch, put your ass up for me.”
You did as you were told, leaning your forearms down onto his green couch. He shuddered when he ran the tip of his cock through your slick again. You were so turned on you weren't sure if you had ever been so wet, it was all over your thighs.
Softly he nudges his way back in you, his sensitive head nestled against your g spot. His hips drive forward and you yelp at the sensation. Everything is so intense and pleasurable, you weren't sure if you'd ever had sex this good before. With his rhythmic push and pull of his cock against your special spot you felt that familiar feeling bubbling up in your stomach.A man had never made you cum before, especially not with just his cock.
“Josh, I'm getting close. I'm - I'm gonna cum.”
“Cum for me Y/N. Fuck, do I wanna feel it.”
You were in disbelief at how alive this sinful specimen of a man could make you feel.
Your high came crashing down on you as you clenched and fluttered around his cock. You gushed and gushed as he abused your insides.
You could hear grunts of praise as he fucked you through it,” Angel. I'm gonna cum. Are you on the pill baby?”
“Uhhuh!”
“Can I cum inside love?”
“Please Josh, ruin me!”
He gripped your hips even tighter, pounding into your tight heat. You felt him get even harder, swelling inside of you before spurting his warm cum painting your insides.
“Fuck! Fuck I'm still cumming,” he gasps out.
You could feel him throbbing and twitching pumping out small dribbles of cum as his orgasm dwindled.
Once he catches his breath he pulls out gently. You stay still propped up on your arms and knees .
“Just sit down love, we already ruined the upholstery.”
You chuckled, settling back down on the cushions, you laid your head on Josh's shoulder as you came down from all of your highs.
Josh pulls you into his body, eager for some skin to skin contact, “Oh to be young in the night, huh?”
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So this isn't an explicit art request (unless you want to draw it ofc), more just want to hear your thoughts...do you have any alternate outfit ideas for Peach or Mario/Luigi? Formal, casual, something funky, anything! Have a great day!
OMG yesss different outfits ftw!! 🤩🕺 This is very ironic for me, because I actually love picturing them wearing various attires but can never seem to find a good opportunity to show those in my art. xP Granted, I did draw a piece for last New Year's Eve where both Mario and Peach are attending a gala and are dressed accordingly (right here 😉), but there are so many more I'd like to draw at some point!!
For example: the bros wearing comfy clothes while chilling together at home, Peach in her pajamas getting ready for the day, the gang all wearing swimsuits while at the beach, more chic apparel for a special event/festival, Mario wearing full body armor and looking like an actual knight (an idea that was suggested to me by @kaijudragon and which I absolutely must draw at some point, I love it sm 😭), Peach having her hair slightly disheveled and wearing a cute apron while baking sweets, Mario in a white lab coat (because Dr. Mario 👌💘- looking at you @istadris xD), Luigi wearing his ghost-fighting gear, the bros with matching hoodies, Peach wearing Mario's shirt/hat... The list goes on and on. 😂
...But believe me when I say I really wanna draw them all. ;_;✨
#asks#Mario#Luigi#Princess Peach#concept#like omg#I LOVE changing a character's usual wardrobe and only did it once? SERIOUSLY??#I suck at this lol#I'm keeping these ideas tho#for later hopefully!#will do if inspiration strikes me!^^
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Indie Sleaze: 5 item shopping list
My non-negotiable 5 clothing items to live your indie sleaze truth, written as 2000s/2010s fashion historian.
Ballet Flats
Worn by school-teachers and it girls alike, ballet flats have always been a staple in fashion history, especially in the late 2000s and 2010s. For a first time wearer a simple black flat is a safe bet as it can be paired with anything, but if you want to sleaze it up, opt for a metallic or glitter variation. Something to note about indie sleaze fashion is that the more extra it feels, the better it looks, so don't hold back on cool, funky, flats. These can be found in thrift stores, department stores, and all over Amazon.
Metallic Fabric
Since the dawn of rave/party culture, glamorous lamé fabrics have used for just about every article of clothing possible. Cheaper spandex alternatives rose to popularity as The Cobra Snake era partying merged into mainstream. Shiny red leggings paired with a black cropped tank was peak casual 2010s sleaze attire. A great place to find styles like this is Los Angeles Apparel aka American Apparels re-brand. Though they no longer sell the fun colored disco pants and shorts, the lamé collection offers a variety of shiny colorful items with that trustworthy AA quality. Other places to look are party supply stores, poshmark/depop/ebay, rave shops, and of course Amazon.
Ultra Feminine Dresses
One of the most underrated pioneers of indie sleaze fashion is model and t.v. personality Alexa Chung. While Alexa is often grouped with the Twee (shopping list coming soon) and hipster aesthetics of the 2010s her ability to blend soft girlish dresses with last nights makeup allows for an uber sleazy effect. Mini shifts, polka dotted a-lines, and vintage baby-dolls all work as long as you pair them with unkempt hair and grungy tights to keep the edge, bonus points if your dress has a peter pan collar or your tights have rips. You can find these practically anywhere but start at your local thrift store as they usually have large selections of outdated dresses that were popular during this time period. Alternatively look at department stores, vintage/antique markets, and you guessed it Amazon.
Ringer Tee's and Shorts
Before athleisure was an over-saturated mess of "flare leggings" and Lululemon we took inspiration from student athletes everywhere with the iconic ringer tee's and ringer shorts. Getting their name from the contrasting ring of fabric outlining the seams of the article, ringer style pieces were seen everywhere and worn with everything. Both such versatile basics that could be kept casual or dressed up that you might see a ringer tee with a skirt, or ringer shorts with stockings and a blouse. Los Angeles Apparel has great options for both the shirts and the shorts, places like Walmart and Target often carry ringer shorts, and Forever 21 with great ringer tees, and as always Amazon.
Stockings/Tights
It doesn't matter if they're black, white, multicolored, fish-netted, or opaque, stockings always find a way to elevate a basic look and is often what takes an outfit from mainstream to indie sleaze. Don't worry about buying a super nice quality pair as stockings look best with ripping seams and enormous holes. But don't tear them with a fork like those tiktok girls did in 2020, it screams try hard as a real indie sleaze girl would rip them via dancing, curb sitting, and drunken stumbling. Just like the dresses, you can find tights anywhere. However I don't recommend secondhand as they are technically an undergarment and it's hard to ensure the level of cleanliness.
Spacehey saw it first https://spacehey.com/theseasicksailor
#indie sleaze#indie fashion#sleaze#2014 sleaze#2010s#fashion blog#fashion writer#fashion tips#style tips#2010s style#2000s style#alexa chung#twee#5 item shopping list
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sending you the mental image of henry sending his little kid to preschool with his little backpack and his little lunch composed of a juice box and crustless squarecut sandwiches. also imagine how pta would pan out
I’m projecting back the mental image that his little kid is Eleanor “El” Creel, and she alternates between wearing some of Alice’s old dresses/Henry’s old plaid shirts and wearing some of her own funky 80’s clothes (aka she’s cute as a fucking BUTTON). She’s got her hair in the cutest little ponytail. They shop at the farmer’s market because they got to keep Virginia’s fortune (because I say so). So the sandwiches are not only sensory friendly and organic, but they’re also locally sourced.
The PTA parents are seething. They hate him so much. Hawkins hates Henry Creel but like. It’s funny this time.
Also I just think. Henry in tan driving gloves with a 1971 Oldsmobile Cutlass in blue.
(aka what he drives in ptolemaea-verse)
PTA meetings are funny because he’s a parent, right. But Scott’s a teacher. Henry’s playing both sides. He’s having a blast. Enrichment in his enclosure messing with PTA parents fr 😭
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@senatusstarters
location: Hakan's Chrimmus Bash
notes: Play That Funky Mayor
It began with a speech, jovial and welcoming as Dimetor honoured the many people that had given up everything for their great city. He then explained that yes, he was but a simple mortal man but the senate had told him everything and he was resolved to make this city a safe place once again - for everyone. He thanked Hakan for opening his home to Rome and declared the party to be an official annual celebration in the Roman calendar, Saturnalia would end on the 23rd and Hakanalia (patent pending) would be held on the 25th.
Naturally, Dimetor then kicked off into a musical number.
"Hey do it now
Yeah hey,"
Mayor Dimetor stepped out onto the stage as the music flooded the soundstage, the backup dancers were all meticulously dressed, sequins, tassels, and colour blocking that accented the Mayor’s attire: iridescent body glitter that refracted the neon lights and a pair of horns that everyone would assume were really convincing fakes. While the microphone wasn’t his ideal, Dimetor slid into place as he kicked off the Christmas Bash to end all Christmas Bashes.
"Hey once I was a boogie singer
Playin' in a rock and roll band
I never had no problems yeah
Burnin' down one night stands
And everything around me, yeah
Got to stop to feelin' so low
And I decided quickly, yes I did
To disco down and check out the show
Yeah they was,"
In the corner of the room Hyrsam saw Boranehn with their arms folded, so naturally he tossed the wyvern a wink as he sang. A synchronous clop trotted with the thunderous bass as the seemingly mortal man and his accompaniment of stringent professionals moved through a clearly well-coordinated routine. Hyrsam had done four tours with Britney, Beyonce was still upset that he’d turned down the Homecoming tour but Honey Balenciaga was a good alternative.
"Dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music 'til you die
'Til you die, yeah, oh 'til you die."
Ariadne looked like she needed to loosen up, his treasured friend, Bacchus smiled at her and the various archdruids he saw strewn about the party. To them it was probably a small matter for a God to conceal his presence; now came the shimmy, Bacchus shifted as he waltzed across the stage, Elmas was wearing her signature human hair unit as she expertly played the keyboard. There wasn’t much his assistant couldn’t do, she was highly skilled.
"Gonna play that electrified funky music, yeah"
"Hey wait a minute
Now first it wasn't easy
Changin' rock and roll and minds
And things were getting shaky
I thought I'd have to leave it behind
But now it's so much better (it's so much better)
I'm funking out in every way
But I'll never lose that feelin' (no I won't)
Of how I learned my lesson that day"
Those from the garden were some of his favourites, had they tried the chicken at the party tonight? It was to die for. Because Dionysus was Dionysus he’d put a few drops of blood into each of the wine kegs… And the water as well, he’d also put a lot into the pool. Were people trying not to drink? With all of Dionysus that was wafting through the air, that wasn’t going to be possible. Have fun, go wild, get crazy. Dionysus stuck his tongue out as he backed it up across the stage.
"When they were
Dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music 'til you die
'Til you die, yeah, oh 'til you die."
The big finish, Soterius got down and started whacking before he and the ace team of satyr dancers vogued into a set of synchronised death drops. The hero of every story, the idea behind every invention, the saviour of everyone: what couldn’t Soterius do? With these hooves? Nothing.
Mayor Dimetor dismounted the stage after riding it hard and hanging it up wet, "Enjoy the show?"
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étoile, meldiara, and farknir for character design ask game:
glance, stillness, roots, change and alternate? <3
Thank you fro the ask! (:
Glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC’s appearance? What’s their distinguishing feature?
Étoile: their height / bulk. If a messenger was describing them to an assassin, they'd be told, "Look for the large trans elf with the rose tattoo."
Meldiara: her red hair. If a messenger was describing them to an assassin, they'd be told, "Look for the dunmer woman with red hair and red eyes, who can't keep her hands to herself."
Farknir: he looks like he was thrice cursed to Coldharbour. If a messenger was describing them to an assassin, they'd be told, "Look for the large nord wizard with long black hair who has something unsettling about his face; and he must know it too, as he's likely to be wearing warpaint."
Stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?
Étoile is extremely capable of being still without fidgeting. They were trained to do so both for the sake of prayer and paladin discipline; and enjoyed the personal challenge and calm peace of being able to do nothing. Wearing armor would mean they would not want to be seated or laying down while doing nothing if at all possible.
Meldiara cannot sit fucking still for longer than a few minutes at a time. She'll practice sleight of hand tricks and crack her thumbs during moments she should be still, and she'll be fidgety during moments most other people would be still, such as prayer. Her attire might make fidgeting worse, with a scarf to play with or pockets to check.
Farknir can sit still for longer than Meldiara, but has less patience than he'd advertise. If something was going to require his "stillness" for longer than 90 minutes he'd try to get out of it, and would be able to struggle at most another 90 more before he's groaning and slouching and raking his fingers across his face, casting absent thaumaturgy spells and talking to himself or his company. If he was wearing too much clothing he'd also start undressing.
Roots: Is your OC’s look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?
Étoile's clothing is influenced by their paladin order, their faith, and their need to wear layers except in the most private of company. Otherwise they wear what's cheap / available until responsibility (to an event, to their employment, to the maintenance of a relationship) necessitates something of higher quality.
They don't keep an inspiration for their style, but I do. Here's their small "modern" pin/terest board.
Meldiara's clothing is influenced by stats by the people in her life; Netch armor that was talked up by Teldryn, various kinds of Thief gear to facilitate her ties to Brynjolf and the others of the guild, Nord styles as a fuck you to her father and a link to her brother, Farknir, etc. She likes rich colors and materials, especially if she stole them. She'd be more likely to steal an outfit if it was elegant or funky. Sadly (?) this means she could show up somewhere in something akin to Sheogorath's wardrobe.
Farknir's clothing is influenced by the legacy he'd still like to surpass; his house, Raven-Cloak. He doesn't mind looking like a dark wizard and is drawn to black fabrics with glass beads and bone accessories. He's meant to look like a goth or metal-head.
Change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?
Answered here for Étoile.
Meldiara's fashion would have significantly changed when she moved to Skyrim no longer surviving on fear as she was as a peasant in Brume, but thriving for the promise of survival. With more resources and less caution, she grew healthier and gained resources to dress as she liked. Of course she loves it.
Farknir's gone through at least two big appearance overhauls. The first when he was fifteen and trying to distance himself from his family and especially his father. He cut his hair and wore anything that didn't reveal his associations to them. And then a few years before his father passed, when he was caring for him in his failing health, and Farknir realized that both their hair had grown out by virtue of neither of them prioritizing cutting it, and then realizing many other ways in which they were similar in appearance, and capability — and the many ways he would be able to surpass his father, and the rest of his family. He leaned into his gifts and his heritage, and his comfort, not dressing or conducting himself differently for the sake of a hatred that was worth less than his ambition. He still has mixed feelings sometimes.
Alternate: What would your OC’s alternate universe look be? If they’re a fantasy character, what’s their modern look? If they’re sci-fi, what’s their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!
I wish you had prompted an AU to take this decision out of my hands. fgdhdfghdfg
Mass Effect. Sure.
Étoile is a Sentinel. Wow, that means they're stuck in Light Armor. fgjhdfghdfg They have a high quality blue and white armour with renegade red vein lines kintsugi-ing it together (just appearances). Their L2 side-effect is occasional short-term memory loss, motivating them to meditate on memories they want to keep. They favour turtlenecks in downtime to cover their tattoo.
Meldiara is trained as an Infiltrator but hates sniper rifles for combat over stealth missions. She can approach enemies as a Soldier, where she hopes her speed and stamina make up for middling strength. She wears purple armour that easily reflects the stars for space walks. She favours open-collared dress shirts, military jackets with too many pockets, and combat boots in her down time.
Farknir is an Adept. Who thinks going off like a bomb is artistry, and not only chaos. He is either a Cerberus experiment who didn't realize he was an experiment, or maybe he's his father's pet project who knows exactly what was done to him. His armour is not regulation and has a stealth function that isn't as efficient as Kasumi or Kai Leng's but works like Shepard et al hid from the geth in ME2, hiding him from readings, if not the naked eye. His armour is black and painted with many symbols: an hour glass, a corvid, skulls, swords. Meldiara calls him lame to keep him humble. I want this design to extend into the shape of his helmet to be vaguely General-Grievous-like. His biotic-implant side-effects (is it even an L2?) include fever, spinal pain and occasional hallucinations. He wears a Blasto bath robe, blue boxes, a white tank top and flip flops in this down time. He has no idea who Blasto is. In stark contrast to this, he will wear a casual mustard yellow blazer, white shirt and blue high-waisted pants if taken out in public.
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Some of my random twisted wonderland headcanons because I feel like being even more annoying on main then usual
Azul does drag and is a semi well known drag queen
Cater is nonbinary and uses she/they pronouns but hasn't come out yet because they don't want to bother anybody with using new pronouns/is always wearing like 8 masks anyway (she is so deeply troubled someone PLEASE help her oml)
Jade slowly becomes more and more alternative in his fashion during his years in NRC, including heavier and darker eye makeup and a lot of different piercings! During formal events he takes them out and uses clear studs/magic to hide the holes though. He also probably experiments with his hair style but not drastically as he enjoys matching with Floyd
Floyd wears skirts and dresses!! They're flowy and fun to spin in, plus they aren't constricting!! He loses his shit when he can find a dress/skirt with pockets
Riddle also likes wearing longer dresses and skirts, but does so very rarely due to having a somewhat strict routine with his wardrobe. (If that makes any sense aksgrksjdg)
Almost the whole cast is autistic and/or some form of queer and you literally cannot convince me otherwise
Kalim is genderfluid!
Jamil is FTM!
Idia is autistic!
Jade is autistic!
Azul is autistic!
EVERYBODY IS AUTISTIC!!!!
Look under your chair!! ITS AUTISM!!!!!!!
Anyway
The octotrio all just agreed to use he/him on land to make things easier for people, but all of them have either no gender or a gender so nebulous it cannot be described with mortal tongue. They're cool with any pronouns but when alone together, Floyd will default to she/they for Jade just cuz it feels right. Jade agrees
Azul's blood is blue!! He's self conscious about it because it's something that makes him different and he doesn't have a good track record with being different from others, but if you compliment him he gets a blue flush to his cheeks under that layer of foundation he puts on in the morning
Azul can and will carry Jade and Floyd at the same time, one in each arm. This boy is STRONG and he will use it to physically remove the tweels from causing problems (and maybe to give them affection but shhhhh)
Octotrio are qpps sorry I do make the rules
Jack, Jade, and Riddle will get together and talk plants!! They all sit in the gardens and have tea and talk about recent developments with each of their roses and cacti and mushrooms respectively
Azul and Jade are both scares of heights and get very motion sick. Brooms are rough and they're very thankful they haven't had to ride in cars too much since coming to land because that was a rough two hour trip of nonstop nausea. A plane is literally their worst nightmare. Floyd also gets slightly motion sick from cars but it takes him much longer than it does the other two, and heights don't bother him at all. He (lovingly) teases them a lot about this
Rook makes bombs in science club and Trey pretends to hate it but then they sneak off campus to blow something up together
All fae are gender funky by default. Except Sebek. That's a cis man and you can't convince me otherwise, sorry
Floyd and Jade are both mommas boys. They love their dad and respect him greatly, but mama eel just hits different.
Speaking of the Leech parents, momma Leech is the head of The Family while her husband takes the role of second in command in a sense. Grandma works behind the scenes as well, but the twins still aren't exactly sure how. She's a secretive fish.
Riddle will take a rare holiday break not to see his mom, but to hang out with Trey and Che'nya. He isn't the most knowledgeable on how one should normally spend free time with friends, but Trey and Che'nya are more than happy to lead the way. They both live for Riddle's smile and make it their personal mission to have him smile just as much as they have him cheeks puffed out red in the face with how annoyed he is with their teasing
Ortho helps Ruggie shop by mass searching what websites have the best deals for whatever he's looking for, in return Ruggie hangs out with him and tells him stories about his home and his childhood
Rook "The French Freak" hunt has locks of certain people's hair to try and make Potions to transform into them temporarily in science club. Trey is scared
I haven't slept or eaten and my brain is failing so I'm leaving it here, but I might add on later! Feel free to reblog on which headcanons you agree with or just shoot an ask to talk about them!!! The brainrot is real rn so I'm okay with social interaction for once SKSHHSOAHDBD
#twisted wonderland#headcanons#twst headcanons#twistedwonderland headcanons#brain dump#i'll probably look at this later and realize its incoherent but oh well#also if you read it all then. hi :)#my posts
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I'm On Observation Duty 6 height chart using the models
In order: Patient, Lumberjack, Bruxsa, Crawler/DemonLady, Banshee, Marionette, Principal, Director/Doctor, Stalker/Nixie, !!!HUGE MAN!!!, Passenger
More details under cut, along with other file search rambling
I was considering a theory where Patient and Lumberjack use the same model, like so many characters here do, but not only are they drastically different heights, they actually have completely different face and hand shapes (Patient on our left, LJ on our right)
I could only find the model patient uses with the gown, even though a full model of his body exists. Apparently his swollen eye is caused by a bone? Blendshape? These things dont come with bones so he looks like this
The ladies DO seem to use the same base model though. Marionette's funky because obviously her head is different but it seems they all at least share the same legs, and are basically the same height. With the exception for Banshee and Crawler, whos only difference is how Banshee DOESNT have legs. Also she has a braid bun. Just in case you drew her with a ponytail before seeing the reference. Not like I speak from experience
DemonLady is the unnamed, unhostile intruder who's face is seen in the hospital, and can be seen shaking in the university, pool and cottage. She and Crawler use the EXACT same model and dress. DemonLady just has a seperate mesh for her horns, and I believe is bald. Another name for her is SkinnyLady_demonic, just Crawlers filename with an extension
Also Crawler's models arent named normally, they're just "Body", "HairStrands" and "Dress", making her a nightmare to find
Same nightmare could be said for Director, who doesn't use the name "Leatherjacketman" for his mesh and instead has the name "MadDoctor" exactly like the Doctor does. The only difference here is the file location and Director having a mesh for his jacket collar while Doctor has his hair
Stalker is the last duplicate model. Again, same name for both him and Nixie, "SkinnyMan". Nixie also has "FrogMesh" for their spine and webbed fingers/toes. FrogMesh is in this project actually, it's just on his back so you can't see it
Being the same model from older games, which have way harder filenames to understand than this one (Most words are in Finnish) !!!HUGE MAN!!! was also a bit tough to get every piece of. He uses a bunch of default filenames (Not only are his eyes high-polyMesh, not a real name, but theres TWO meshes with that name in sharedassets4, so it has to end in -732) and then "isomies" is his head and hands. If I spoke Finnish and knew iso mies just meant huge man maybe I would've found him faster but I didn't. Now, !!!HUGE MAN!!! may be huge, but now it's finally time for the TALLEST character in this game! (Mesh wise)
Passenger is a wild one because he's got a variant texture that's used in-game, but I'm so blind I thought it was unused
Ever notice he looks weird in the Drivers car? That's because he's clean. When he's seen in Sleeping and Dining he's covered in blood, his own and otherwise. While here he's got slightly paler skin that's pristine as ever
I have no idea what the point of this is, maybe he looked weird with the blood on that camera. I'm not proficient with modding so my efforts went nowhere but I'm sure a texture swap like this isn't too difficult for the more experienced (I've already seen people modding 1)
The thing is I'm not entirely wrong about "BigHeadManVariant" being unused because a part of it is
If you didn't see the difference before, you do now. Anyway, his variant has heterochromia, but the alternate eye texture is NOT seen when he's outside the windshield. But Passenger is my favorite and God I am OBSESSED with him having heterochromia so I went and fixed the UV maps on his eyes just to see it
His mouth UV was beyond saving, and also I think I missed a pixel on the eye. But for me this is better than nothing
Adorable 𝗅̶𝗂̶𝗍̶𝗍̶𝗅̶𝖾̶ freak of nature!
Tumblr fandom for this game seems dead as hell, but I've found no one who shares the same level of interest in this franchise, so I'll keep looking. I could rant about just the files alone for hours, if this post wasn't enough of an indicator of that
#selfpost#longpost#long post#iood#im on observation duty#i'm on observation duty#observation duty#iood 6#observation duty 6#im on observation duty 6#i'm on observation duty 6#!!!HUGE MAN!!!#!!HUGE MAN!!#HUGE MAN iood#director iood#the director iood#banshee iood#patient iood#lumberjack iood#stalker iood#nixie iood#passenger iood#principal iood#crawler iood#marionette iood#bruxsa iood#no one cares about name tags these are just for me <333#even if this gets 0 notes ill probably continue to post about these guys#indie horror#horror game
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You gave your opinion about Fubuki's hair and outfits, so what do you think about her sister? Honestly I like Tatsumaki's design more, the curly bright green hair is very original character design.
Yes! So green is already my fav color, and Tatsumaki has one of those very strong, minimal designs that you can recognize at a glance just from her silhouette alone. So she's already very fun to me. (Including her character parallels with Garou~) I love how she has the RANGE to go from looking like she’s harmless, to a demonic deity, to a funky octopus and complete gremlin...sometimes all within the same chapter!
And I personally love her hair, because it thematically FITS with her swirling tornado maelstrom theme. The more freely bonkers gone on her hair like that, the better~ (Which to me looks super fun to draw; I probably would have absentmindedly doodled her swirls in my school notebooks all the time when I was younger~) So that means the way her 4-tailed dress swirls in the same way as her hair matches her theme too....so I honestly don't really have many other alternatives in mind for her main outfit's design...(maybe more practical leggings or stockings?? to cover up when cold? hmm) ANYWAY these are some of my fav Murata doodles of her:
Because I like her chibi gremlin form and YES for going bonkers on her swirling hair, but also....rare PONYTAIL TATSU! Cause I love when Murata puts her in more casual outfits (referencing actual Japanese street fashion) because she looks both super cute and highly fashionable. With pride as a typical girl just living her daily life the way she wants to. So it's very fun to see her in more casual outfits (including hoodies & pj's) and different styles than just her default octopus dress all the time - cause once again, she has the range to rock many fashion styles.
Also I prefer when she's colored in glowing apple green + black (vs dull/soft mint green - no, BOOST her bright power & saturation to the max! in contrast to Fubuki's darker forest green), because that aesthetic reminds me of Huke's for the character Dead Master in Black Rock Shooter. (That's also probably why I like seeing Tatsu rendered in that same type of grunge - actually, I'd like to see her rendered in Huke's dark gothic style anyway just for the grins.) However, if she were given a white dress to wear at work (like when Raven in Teen Titans wore white)....whoa she'd be glowing with a completely different type of deity vibe for a change!
#opm#tatsumaki#anonymous#replies#more char design and fashion notes for tatsu#both her hair and dress swirls fit her tornado theme#but now that i think about it fubuki's tape hair tufts resemble psychic vectors too
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Snowdrop, Tulip and Violet for all of the Singularit+y members!
Corey is really interested in technology, she isn’t exactly an expert but she just likes to geek out about it, Zircon brings her to xir ship and points out what all the knobs and buttons do and she’s just like ‘:O’! She hates absolute silence, she calls it ‘dead air’, she needs something happening around her to function, preferably something interesting!
Sylvan likes when his art makes people smile, be it his music or his illustrations (he draws sometimes!). He’s had a bit of a rough life, his parents have been cast out from society for opposing the villainous government of this Earth and a lot of people still saw him as a social reject pre-Singulari+y for that reason, so all he’s ever wanted to do was play and sing for the other outcasts he grew up around and bring them joy, to which the rest of the band happily agree, so the reject towns get private concerts on the occasion! He hates being in the spotlight, however: he often stands out due to his gender-nonconformity which lead to some bad experiences in the center of attention in the past, and being center-stage still gives him really bad anxiety for that reason despite the fact that he’s now happy looking the way he does, long black hair, dresses and all. The rest of Singulari+y! respect this and allow him to perform slightly off to the side, so that he can be heard but never with the full focus of an audience on him.
Zircon loves physical affection, xe’s a really tactile person, xe’ll put xir hand on your shoulder and hug you often if you let xir, but xe does respect boundaries. Physical touch is seen as something very exciting and important among xir species, since they often travel alone and rarely get to do it to one another. Xe doesn’t like enclosed spaces, feeling ‘trapped’ makes xir really claustrophobic and nauseous, xir ship is mostly fine because xe’s familiar with it and it’s actually fairly spacious just for xir alone, but there’s a bit later on in the story where the villains briefly capture xir and trap xir in this glass tube for a bit, it’s super uncomfortable for xir, xe feels so relieved when Corey busts it open with a chair!
I’d show Corey an item of modern technology (Singulari+y!’s story takes place in 198X on an alternate version of Earth) just to see her excited reaction! I’d also like to go shopping with her, she has fantastic fashion sense, she’d love modern clothing (especially of various alt fashion movements!) it’d just be a really fun time for both of us!
I’d tell Sylvan about how things will turn out okay, on both his version of Earth and ours, because he’s overheard from his family what the government were doing and why they were resisting and is probably the most concerned about the state of Earth out of the group.
I’d infodump Zircon all about the funky human things that don’t really make much sense, possibly look up the histories of why we say and do certain things seemingly arbitrarily, xe’d be really eager about it and be glad to have a better understanding of humanity!
Ooh, these were tough, I’ve never done voiceclaims before, usually because I typically have a hyper-specific idea of what a character sounds like in my head and it becomes kinda frustrating when none of your ideas match but you also can’t really describe what would be different to make it match!
Anyway, Corey’s speaking voice is quite deep for an 18 year old girl, she usually speaks pretty slowly but the rate of her voice accelerates rapidly when she’s talking about her interests! I imagine she sounds something like the way YouTuber Yume’s Studio voices Marina from Splatoon, here’s an example of that!
Sylvan was a bit difficult to pinpoint and I still don’t have any examples in mind for how he talks, the way he sounds kinda has ‘older sibling’ vibes if you know what I mean, and he has an eeever so slight southern accent.
I’m done denying it, Zircon sounds like early 70s Bowie, but with the British-ness turned down a little in favor of the impossible to place accent I described that one time!
This was a lot of fun! Sorry it took so long, thank you so much for the ask!!
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ASOIAF House Fashion Headcanons : Part 1
So idk if I'm gonna get in trouble for this bc I'm not like, super deep into ASOIAF lore as some people are and might get things wrong, and I'm not very prominent in the fandom, but I'm big obsessed with costume/clothing design so hey, I'll give this a shot.
Basically I've recently been inspired by the art and words of wonderful people such as @persephones-plantpot, @inky-duchess, and @shebsart who have talked about the cultural clothing differences between the 7 kingdoms and I...wanted to do my own? I haven't been brave enough to draw them yet (one day! I'll update when that day comes!), but I do have ~ideas~ for my personal takes on the fashion of Westeros and I'd humbly like to bring them out. Based more on the books (as much as I love the show's costuming!) as sort of an alternative take - not necessarily 100% consistent with what they say about the clothing, but I try to stick to it occasionally. I love hearing different people's ideas on the clothes so I've thrown my own little opinion into the mix.
Warning: I'm wordy. Very.
The Targaryens: So here I'm less talking about Dany and Viserys, because while I'm sure they will have retained some of their cultural heritage through clothing (especially Viserys), they're detached from their homeland and family customs, and therefore have to adapt to whatever clothes they come across in their exile. Daenerys especially I think would adapt quickly, being younger and having virtually no memory of Westeros, and be wearing pretty much only Pentosi clothing at the beginning of the series.
ANYWAY onto the old Targaryen dynasty, pre-rebellion.
In terms of historical inspiration, I actually came up with a weird combination of traditional Russian/Slavic clothing and classical Roman/Greek dress
(Also, @persephones-plantpot drew her version as Byzantine inspired and THAT stuck in my head so, now there's Byzantine touches in my headcanon too *shrugs*).
Lots of Roman-style drapery, but with big yoke/collar situations going on, metal belts, torcs, arm bands and cuffs, hair jewelry and headdresses (similar in shape to the kokoshnik), and of course tons of dragon imagery in a variety of ways.
Big shoulders. Long coats with funky split sleeves for the men and long trains on the womens' gowns, all of it in expensive fabrics like velvet, silk, satin, and intricate brocades - they were the royal house after all.
For all the houses I want to stay away from sticking ONLY to the house colours, but did use them as a base to jump off from. So the Targaryens would obviously have red and black, but instead of a bright ruby red it's a whole swath of darker, more subdued tones. Maroon, burgundy, blood red - they're an old dynasty with a lot of weight behind them, so the shades in my mind would be "older"
Grey and white would also come up, with light draped outer garments in warmer weather
Also - purple. Dany wears it several times in the books, and as it's the traditional colour of royalty I can see them wearing it.
I even wondered if - in true Medieval fashion - they were the only ones allowed to wear purple, or certain shades of it, during their reign (or perhaps only during the reign of certain rulers)
Likewise, I see amethysts being a big part of their jewelry - they can be so polished and soft looking but also raw and spiky and dangerous.
Black stones too; onyx and (possibly raw) obsidian in all it's dragony goodness, and garnets that are such a dark red they're close to black. Diamonds as well. Elaborate jewels and beadwork would be worked into the clothing in a variety of ways.
I also have a headcanon that the majority of their jewelry would be mounted on silver or white gold, but never yellow gold to distinguish them from the Lannisters.
The Starks/North
Like many others, I headcanon a Scandinavian look - somewhere between Viking and traditional Saami clothing
Warm materials of course - mostly a variety of wools, linens, and even some kind of flannel - though I want to honour that velvet and silk are both mentioned as part of the Starks' wardrobe. The northerners tend to value comfort and practicality over aesthetic but the ~fancier~ Starks + allies would wear them for sure
Colour scheme would be fairly limited, mostly grey, white, and shades of blue and brown, but I don't want to ignore the fact that Sansa wears a lot of green in the first few books as well, so I'd like to think there's green in their palette
Not much in the way of jewelry, but a lot of heavy and complex embroidery
I can also see them being masters at pleating and smocking details
What jewelry there is would mostly consist of simple necklaces, brooches, pins and cloak clasps of etched iron and bronze, though I can see amber being used for beads, carved wooden beads as well.
Viking-style tortoiseshell brooches
Possibly walrus ivory used in both jewelry and craftwork along the coasts and in the far north.
Amber is fossilized sap, right? So it wouldn't be implausible to think that ancient Weirwood sap could form a rich, blood-red amber that's considered a Northern specialty and highly valued.
High collars to stave off the wind. Lots of fur.
I feel the common folk (and the nobility to some extent) have mastered the art of visible mending - using patching and stitching on worn clothes as a form of decoration. Northern clothing is durable and made to last, but I feel like the people would also push their clothes past the wearable limit and repurpose them for other uses (i.e. an old dress being cut up into fabric for a shawl or gloves, shirts into skirts, cloaks into dresses, etc.), so you'd see a lot of that
Hats! Hats! Hats! It's cold up there you guys!
Lannister/Westerlands:
Ok here I headcanon an early Renaissance/late Medieval sort of vibe, so like late 14th-early 15th centuries but sort of fantasy-ified
Especially the classic Burgundian dress
The Lannisters are very wealthy, so I'd expect the most expensive fabrics for them and other surrounding nobility - silks, velvets, satin, and lots of damask and brocade
Fancy headdresses, slight variations on those tall pointed hats
Also long veils, not so much covering the face but artistically and elaborately draped over the hair
They're all about house pride, so I feel like their house colours would be reflected more obviously in their clothing, so mostly bright, rich reds and gold/yellow shades, though I can also see some vivid greens and warm coppery browns mixed in
Cloth of gold and even metal-infused fabrics could be a thing
ALL about jewelry. Most of it's gold, but they won't say no to silver, copper, or bronze. Heavy and intricate necklaces, bracelets, rings, earrings, or jewels just sewn right into the clothes themselves
All kinds of rubies, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds , pearls, opals, any precious stone they can get their hands on really
While they like to show off and make a statement with their clothing, I feel like they'd still have a sense of classiness about it - they're just vain enough to toe the line of gaudiness, but still snooty enough to judge those who cross it
Idk I just picture Cersei having bright red fingernails so. Nail polish.
Greyjoy/Iron Islands:
Someone made a post (that I unfortunately can't find) that described the Iron Island culture as being like a cross between Vikings and golden-age-of-piracy-era pirates, and...yeah that's pretty much my headcanon too
I'm going mostly Viking with this one but I can see some flowy shirts and long 18th century-style coats thrown into the mix
They wouldn't be that colourful though; mostly black, grey, brown, some dull greens, blues, and dark gold
Mostly wool and leather, often waxed to make it water-repellent (yes I stole that from the show's costume designer but you know what, it works That Much)
Also, I can weirdly see knitwear being popular. I know it doesn't match with their vibes, but hey, it's warm, and you can't tell me there isn't at LEAST one Iron Islands granny out there insisting her grandson wears the sweater she made for him before going out raiding so he doesn't get cold
Also also: shawls, fingerless mitts, scarves etc
Also also also, complex cable patterns are a big thing in both Irish and Scandinavian cultures, so I love the idea of them as well as having house sigils having like, family knitting patterns that they wear to identify them (or etched into a leather jerkin, that works too)
On that note - the sailor tradition of wearing a gold earring so if they die at sea their funeral can be paid for totally applies here, though I can see wealthier people wearing other ear piercings just for The Look as well
(Part of Theon's Full Hardcore Ironborn initiation in ACOK involved him getting his ear pierced and you CAN'T convince me otherwise)
I've recently seen a lot of people drawing/headcanoning the Ironborn with tattoos and I gotta say I agree
Possibly facepaint too? Like a war paint situation? Eyeliner??? Yes.
I think much of their jewelry/decoration would come from plundering, so there's stuff from a lot of other cultures
However; amber, iron, bronze, mother of pearl, and pearls (I love the idea of them using primarily black pearls) would be their home specialties
I love the idea of some of the more experienced raiders (like Euron and Victarion who have gone all over the place) wearing foreign/ Essosi coins as ornamentation on their clothes or as jewelry
Temple rings? They were more of a Slavic thing but they were a Viking thing too so *shrugs*
I think the women's clothing would have a hint of rural 18th century dress, though less structured, and they'd often cover their hair, more for practicality's sake than modesty though
Like the Starks they're practical, but I think Fancier Islanders would wear sealskin coats and wraps
THat's it for now, there'll be a part 2 soon and I feel really inspired to draw these so you might even get that at some point if I've got time. Feel free to debate or add your own ideas !
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|SHADOW| M|
Pairing: Gang leader Yoongi X Shooter OC (AKA his baby/right hand)
About- You’re both stressed and end up fucking it out on the bar top of one of your many nightclubs.
Or- Shit’s just getting a little funky over here...and maybe it has something to do with an old friend turned enemy recently getting out of jail.
WARNINGS: (This is actually a little softer than it sounds; their dynamic is just harder if that makes sense?) Light/rushed prep, fingering, dirty talk, spit play, cum play, choking, hair pulling, semi public sex, biting/marking, Light degeration kink (He calls her a little slut/a bitch...but more so playfully than anything)
WC: 1.2K Sneak peak (Full thing is around 8K)
NOTE/BACKSTORY- I have a series on here called “The Plug” It’s Jimin centered but Yoongi bounces in and out...the premise of that story is Jimin started out as a street dealer back in HS then turned the business legal once he got older. Now he’s dealing with the repercussions of his past slowly trying to hinder his future! There was an alternate version...where the main male character actually grew the business once he took over and turned it into an organized crime empire...instead of going more...corporate. When I wrote that version I always pictured Yoongi as opposed to Jimin...so this was the original drafted part 1 from almost 2 years ago that I never posted!
ABOUT 55 HOURS PRIOR
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THURSDAY 3:30 PM , Legends Gentlemen’s Club
It was a quarter to 4 on a Thursday afternoon, your alone, standing behind the main bar, starting the ever so tedious process of counting open your drawers for the day. Which was already proving to be a nuisance, since the drawer in question is already looking a little...off. The faint sound of some random Spotify playlist floods through the speakers, filling the empty space that’s usually compact with close to a hundred sweaty bodies on the daily.
About halfway through the first register you heard the side door to the club creek open. You already knew who it was, given the time of day, for starters the clubs not even open to the public yet. More importantly the way they just barged in like they own the damn place, then in a more tactical sense, this place is bugged up the ass, there's cameras hidden every-damn-where. Your phone lights up the minute tires hit the pavement of the back lot!
But also...is it creepy that you know your man just from his walk alone? Cause, yeah, even the footing let you know it wasn’t Joon, Tae or Jimin....it was none other than Mr.Min!
Hints why you never stopped counting down your register, nor did you even spare the visitor a glance. Not that you were worried regardless, your man never really got off on the whole damsel in distress aesthetic. Which is why your glock was hidden under the bartop, right next to the panic button that did a little more than just call 5-O! Actually it didn't call the police at all, it called your boys which was far worse...
Even once the footsteps grew closer and you felt a shift in body heat hit the back of your neck! Tossing his black aviators and a zip-lock freezer bag full of what looks like crushed ice (Though this is far from your first rodeo, so yes you're very much aware of what it actually is) onto the bar. Brows furrowing into the center of your face, briefly wondering mid count why he’s the one dropping that off and not one of the runners.
Initially Yoongi was going to leave you be for a while, well aware of your daily routine, planning to busy him with his phone, and overpriced coffee! But you kept doing this thing, which was essentially existing, in this dress that just clung to every damn curve on your body which he’s committed to memory at this point! So, after a good meh, 50 seconds patience becomes a nuisance and his Starbucks is swiftly forgotten.
You already knew it was only a matter of time, this man couldn’t keep his hands off you if his life depended on it! You could literally feel him eye fucking you since he walked it. Honestly you thought you were doing a pretty good job adverting him...until eventually the man in question became a little harder to ignore! Especially once your caged against the bar top with one smooth roll of the hips. Breath hitching in your throat, lashes fluttering and if this was a couple years ago you would’ve fumbled this entire drawer.
At this point it’s just second nature, honestly once he settled behind you, it’s a little easier to focus now that there’s a familiar weight dawning your body.
Broad shoulders and chest pressed flush against your back, sandwiching you between his frame and the smooth wood counter. Hips grazing the swell of your ass, as you accidentally wiggle against him, with a cheeky little smirk. You still can’t understand this mans anatomy, how the actual fuck is he big and small all at the same damn time?! Because currently, in this very moment he feels like the iron giant and your feeling all types of microscopic! Suddenly consumed by the warm, yet heady scent of his cologne, infiltrating your senses! A chin resting leisurely against your shoulder, and a cold little button nose, teasing up the side of your neck!
Swiftly letting the stack of twenties fall from your fingertips, internally wincing upon noticing the drawer is off for the 2nd time this week! Soo, I guess a bitch is starting over and hoping it was an operator error on your end or it’s not going to be a good day for Barbie! A running joke within your crew is believe it or not...Yoongi’s actually the nice one, do with that information what you will!
You already need a damn break, this is not starting out well, so you slowly let your eyes fall shut briefly, allowing yourself to essentially just drown in his presence for a moment. Already feeling a migraine brooding in the center of your face. Reclining your neck and Yoongi takes the hint, smirking like the little shit he is the entire time. Painting a trail towards your ear in a form of messy open mouthed kisses that already have you shifting against him. An unintentional arch forming in your back and goosebumps spreading along your skin. Long tattooed fingers cascading along your stomach, teasing over the thin fabric. Idly drawing patterns into the half mesh, half rhinestone, thirst trap you called a dress!
Yoongi doesn't even attempt to start a conversation, clearly content with leaving little bouquets of blues and purples against your shoulders. He always has been a tad bit possessive, faint hums and sighs leave your throat as you continue counting. Though, regardless of how good all feels, there's something a little more pressing sitting in your throat! You’ve also never been the best at biting your tongue either soooo...
“So, I had a talk with Joonie this morning...just going over numbers and shit…” Yoongi hums low against your skin, coaxing you to continue. “When we started going over scheduling for the Clubs this weekend he asked me to have Bam cover Taes shift” Yoongi's lips still at that, a labored breath shuttering through his chest,blunt nails digging into your sides.
“So, would you care to explain to me why the actual fuck Joonie says Taes going on, out of state runs now!?”
Of fucking course! He’s going to shoot Namjoon in the damn foot! Actually no, even better, he's going to drown all of his plants and not his weed plants but he’s boujee ass Bosnian whatever the fucks! That he buys from the old white lady at the farmers market! This was a conversation Yoongi was hoping to have with you on his own, preferably high as hell and post orgasm.
Pivoting your head slightly, “When were you planning on filling me in, or do I not get to know shit about my boys anymore?” Yeah, your boys….much like this is your club, amongst other establishments within the Black Light District. You had your businesses, and Yoongi had his own, and though at the end of the day what’s undoubtedly yours is his and vice versa...in moments like this however...you become very territorial.
There was a pause on your end but it intentionally wasn’t long enough for him to even render any type of response! You were on one today, that’s for damn sure!
“You know, his pretty ass didn't grow up in this fucked up shit like you and Jimin did, he’s from the side of town where they'll pay $100 for a damn ounce Yoongi! An ounceeeeeeeeee! I don’t even know if he could mentally handle everything that comes with all of-“ flailing your arms haphazardly “This!”.
Everything just kinda started violently spilling from your lips before you could even process what was happening! Almost like someone just tripped your “on” switch and now you can’t stop! Yoongi’s giving no type of feedback either, face stoic, lacking any ounce of emotion to even indicate he was listening to begin with!
“Oh, not to mention Tae is literally the friendliest and softest mother fucker around, he adopted a one legged pigeon last week! There’s a reason I haven’t chosen to move him into anything heavier so why the actual fuck would you--“ Yoongi snakes his hand into your hair, gripping your scalp hard enough to have your roots burning. Though he doesn’t even acknowledge the low hiss that falls from yours lips, clearly more than over your little rant! Without saying a word he starts guiding your head where he pleases.
"Settle"
Your eyes shift something feral at that, and theres almost a snarl playing on your overly glossed lips! Ohhhhhhh the level of just...calm within his delivery right now is almost patronizing...and it has your blood boiling. There's nothing, i mean nothing worse that being pissed and the person your mad at being almost offensively relaxed.
The gang leaders eye contact would be unnerving, spine bowing even if you were anybody else...you can tell he's pissed, the slight twitch within his jaw tells you that. Yet....
“Yoongi let me the fuck g-“ Everything you were trying to say died on your tongue as he smoothly brought his lips flush to yours, it’s firm, so much so you’d almost wondered if he was trying to bruise them! Yet, regardless of the kiss never leaving the realms of chaste ,that doesn't stop you from having to suck in a deep breath through your nose to stop yourself from growing light headed! It's cliché, a little cheesy, all of the above, but it's if not anything else...an effective way to get you to shut the fuck up for half a second
Pulling back just enough to speak, yet close enough for his lips to tease yours in the process. Waiting until your eyes flutter open, living for how dazed and disoriented you’ve become within seconds! Dropping his hand to the back of your neck, squeezing, until you temporally yield beneath his touch, just like a cat being scruffed at the nape.
“First off, hi baby, I’m good, my little dinner date with sheriff Maynard went fan-fuckin-tastic thanks for asking-“ You went to open your mouth though, once your brain started flowing again, however the quirk in his brow said otherwise. “More importantly….You really think I’m that fuckin stupid?” Tone gentle yet robust, head cocked, brow tilted in your direction as he appraised you with feigned curiosity . Gaze sharp, flickering between your eyes and lips as he licks his own.
SOOOOOOOOOO Yeah, like I said I had two version of the plug, the more idk..."street" version I built around Mr. Min...as I said the full thing is 8K...and this actually is the second "scene" if you will...it starts the night of the drug deal they’re discussing! If there’s interest I’ll post an finish editing full full thing. I haven’t really been active on here in like a year or so lol I thought it would be better to ease my way in!
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OUT OF CONTEXT EUROVISION 2022 LIVE COMMENTARY
SENTENCE STARTERS FROM MY DASH AND DISCORD SERVERS
The Norwegian wolves look so funny.
I feel that's on a eurovision bingo card somewhere.
I'm home alone and have nowhere to be tomorrow so the drinks are winking at me.
I think it's rude that I don't have a single bag of crisps in this house.
No cheers for Germany.
Are they covered in glitter or just so sweaty?
I'm just not here for party vibe-killing ballads.
I am here for a gay Europe party and that is all.
Please don't put cats in a blender.
Is that Agatha Harkness?
Can't see them when you cover your eyes with a funky pink hat.
I do however, hate her hair.
I can’t deal with all the ballads!
This looks like that one meme that's like "you have three types of gays" based on how they're dressed.
That man looks like Hawkeye.
Ay oh, let’s go!
No disrespect to the other acts, but I'm different.
I’m excited to see this purely for how much you hate it.
This is so creepy?!
White Jesus vibes, anyone?
Time for the chaos to begin!
Some weird floating head.
Is this man ok? Does he need help?
Turn it back on right now!
Sir get off the piano.
What’s happening?
That guy’s still alive?
Where the fuck did the massive heart just come from?
Are we in an alternate reality right now?
Space Viking is first?
I feel like we are watching history unfold.
Norway is getting robbed.
Can they afford to host it?
How the fuck did the French give twelve points to the UK?
I just inhaled my tea.
I’m posting from beyond the grave.
I call robbery!
It’s 1AM, bitch!
Graham is sending me.
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I hope to not be annoying but I’m really interested in getting into the Japanese alternative fashion movements like they had in fruits (I have a friend who’s super into Lolita)but I’m not really sure where to start. Do you know anything of such things? Ty and sorry if this is out of nowhere
It's not annoying at all! Dw <3
First you'd have to specify which one of the movements appeals the most to you. There are more tame ones (mori kei for example), and ones that will make you look like fabulous eyesore.
For starters [I'll oversimplify here a bit probably], here's some I'm familiar with
• decora - fuckton of stickers, hair accessories, glitter, colors, funky textures & silhouettes. I'd compare it to scene in the west, although less edgy, and detached from music. Can be considered a playful, even childish in overall aesthetic.
• menhera (sickly cute) - hospital aesthetic (needles, pills, bandages etc), very dark undertones expressed in a very sweet, pastel way. There's also a character, Menhera-chan. The comics abt her are on tumblr!
• lolita - modesty over all, depending on type diffrent prints will be used, some types are more simple, some are complicated, full of frills and bows. General rule is that the dress/skirt silhouette should either be a cupcake or A letter (petticoats and hoop skirts are used to achieve this)
• gyaru - despite looking very male-gazey at first sight, it's a rebellion against beauty standards in Japan. Gals (aka women into gyaru fashion) are tan, have either platinum or dark blonde hair (sometimes with colorful extensions)(also brown hair are quite popular but not as much as blonde). The hairstyles are massive, as well as their nails. Clothes are very y2k - animal print, pink, white, black are the most popular colors. There's also a specific type of makeup they do.
• vkei - it's not easy to define, it refers to both music and fashion, and neither have strict rules (none at all tbh just be edgy, that's why I love it lol). The best way to get an idea of what it is is check out vkei bands and the MVs (to see the clothes the bandmen are wearing). Start with The GazettE, Dir En Grey, Malice Mizer. Oh and to see the more modern examples maybe also Mejibray and Kizu. Also check out clothing brand called sex pot revenge (funky name ik)
When it comes to how to start collecting and wearing the clothes. Um honey uh. It is difficult. I'd discourage buying from amazon or ali (unless it's just accessories), ESP WITH LOLITA DON'T EVER DO IT. I personally thrift, then DIY stuff. I've discovered that closet child (a website, can be easily found via google), aside from good deals on lolita pieces has sick vkei stuff as well. Etsy is also a good place to start, but I think it's better to thrift and DIY since it's cheaper, and if you find out it's not your style, you'll be wasting less money. Essentials often associated with jfashion are leg warmers (color n material depends on your style), cute bags (lolita bags or thirft/DIY ones are a good starter option I think), but it's not a rule really. Try to dive into the movements I listed, and find what's the prettiest, most fun for you, and just go with it. Don't be afraid to ask for help too, I've noticed people are more than happy to list cool brands and websites!
Oh and also, I've ordered a sort of a lucky pack from Glitzy Wonderland recently. Reviews said it's a great starting point to collecting lolita clothes, and when it arrives I'll definitely post what I got and whether it's as good as reviews say.
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