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20dollarlolita · 11 months

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Frill Skirt Tutorial

Here's a tutorial for making a lolita skirt with a fully elastic waistband.

Recommended background reading: How to pick quilt prints for use in lolita fashion. And here's some things I've previously said about this project.

We're going to make some skirts that look like this. This is a really fun project because you can use a lot of quilt prints, and fully elastic skirts are comfortable and flexible wardrobe pieces.

In this skirt, my pink striped fabric is "Skirt", and the navy with the shoes is "frill". The black lace at the bottom of the skirt is the hem lace, and the lace with the pink ribbon is the transition lace.

You can use the same fabric for the frill and the skirt, making it look more like the skirts referenced above. If you use different fabric for the frill and the skirt, it's is a little bit like faking a border print.

Here's some cutting dimensions. Please excuse the fact that I forgot to turn off "emulate brush dynamics".

Because this is elastic, we're going to be basing the sizes off how much fabric you cut. When you're working with a big, gathered rectangle, you have a lot of options for how much ease you're going to put in the garment.

I forgot to list it, but these skirts really look better when they're lined with a slippery lining fabric. For lining, you just need the "skirt" measurement. For size 1, you need 23" of lining, or 2/3 of a yard.

For size 2, you're going to want 36" of lining, or one yard.

All these sizes include some fabric for extra things like bows and hair accessories. I highly, HIGHLY recommend getting into the habit of making matching accessories as part of the project of making a lolita garment. You're going to need them anyway, so they might as well match.

For size 3, you will want 40" of lining fabric, or 1 + 1/8 yards.

All of these sizes assume that you're using 45" wide fabric. If you're using 60" fabric, you can likely go down a size. (This would be max hip of 52" for size 1, 82" for size 2, and 172" for size 3).

For any view, you will also need enough 1/4" or 3/8" elastic to go around your natural waist (or wherever you wear your skirt) about 4 times. Let's be honest, we all have a massive roll of 1/4" elastic hanging around from making covid masks, so let's use it up.

These skirts are a little bit on the shorter side, because that's just how Meta releases them. Since you're the one making the skirt, you can make some decisions. If you're tall, want to wear a fuller petticoat, or are building a skirt for a substyle where you usually want a longer skirt, you can add a few inches. You'll get a slightly different look if you're lengthening the skirt versus lengthening the frill, versus lengthening both equally. If you're not sure, now's a good time to check out lolibrary and look for dresses and skirts and see where they place the details around the hem. Lolibrary lets you search by brand, so search by brand and just take a note of what you see most often in pieces that you like.

For example, Alice and the Pirates often has the hem detail to be pretty close to the hem on their solid pieces, while Baby the Stars Shine Bright will have the detail going up quite a bit higher. (Please do more than the 10 seconds of searching that I did to get these examples). Therefore, if you want to lengthen the skirt and have a slightly more AatP tone, you can add the length to the skirt part of the skirt, and if you want a slightly more BtSSB tone, you can add the length to the frill part.

Researching your garments is the secret to having handmade garments that actually read as lolita fashion. Lolita fashion history is documented to an extent that no other fashion I've ever heard of is, and it really helps to take advantage of that extraordinary resource.

With our pattern ready and maybe lightly adjusted, let's get to work:

Foundational fact #1: fabric that rips will rip in a straight line along the grain of the fabric. Our skirt is made entirely of rectangles, so we're going to take advantage of that fact. If you want to cut your fabric with scissors, or with a rotary cutter, you're completely allowed to. If you don't have a serger with a functional cutting blade, you might want to cut it so that you don't need to trim the edges. I have a serger and I like to rip it. It might not be the best way, but it's how I've been making my lolita skirts since 2011, and I don't like change and I do like the stress-relieving experience of ripping.

So, lay your fabric out, and mark your cutting lines. If you're ripping the fabric, like I am, you just need to cut a little snip to get the tearing started.

This pattern factors in a half inch for seam allowance. If you're ripping the fabric, you will lose a little bit of usable fabric, so add yourself an extra inch to each cut.

Take your nice straight cuts/rips and lay them out in an organized fashion. You should have a frill pile, a skirt pile, a waistband pile, and an extra pile. If you like piles, you can also pile up your lace next to it.

You're going to sew every pile together so that you have each it its own long strip. Your lining (white fabric) should be the same size as your skirt piece. If it's longer (if you're using 45" quilt fabric for the face and 60" lining fabric for the lining), go ahead and trim them so they're the same total length in the long dimension.

Put the skirt on top of your lining and sew the top edges together.

You'll notice that this skirt is made up in doubles. The skirt is twice the long dimension as the waistband, and the frill is twice the long dimension of the skirt. This makes things easy to gather up.

If you're not using an overlocker to assemble this skirt, you will also want to run some kind of seam finish on the long ends of this skirt, to stop fraying.

(please pardon my hypermobile thumb)

A lot of people do gathering stitches by sewing two lines of basting stitches, and then pulling the thread on those stitches to cinch up the gathers. This does work really well on small things. However, as the amount that you need to gather gets longer and longer, it's gets more and more difficult to pull those threads without them breaking. Instead, I like using an applied gathering string. My current favorite string is waxed dental floss. Most dentists recommend unwaxed floss since it grabs more plaque, so make the smart decision and retire your waxed floss to be in your sewing box.

If you are making this project on a serger or an overlocker (and this is a GREAT first serger project), you can overlock over the dental floss. Here you can see the white floss going between the two needles. The needles are not going through the floss, just on either side of it. Tip: that little hole in the front of the presser foot is actually intended for you to put elastic or thread through so you don't need to hold it as carefully. I forgot and so I didn't do that here).

We're applying the dental floss onto the top edge of the ruffle.

If you aren't using an overlocker, you can do some form of hem finish (my favorite is the 3-step zigzag) and then apply the dental floss by doing a zigzag over it. Again, the needle isn't going through the floor, just on either side of it.

Now, pin your ruffle onto your skirt. I divide the ruffle and skirt up into equal portions, and then pin it first. My ruffle is twice the long measure as the skirt is, and they're both cut out of the same width of fabric. This means that dividing the ruffle up is pretty easy, because I can use the seams of the ruffle. The first seam in my ruffle goes halfway between the edge of the skirt and its first seam. The second seam of my ruffle goes on the first seam of my skirt, and so on.

Then, you just pull your dental floss so that it gathers up the fabric, and pin it down. Since we divided the fabric up earlier, we don't need to spend as much fight getting all the ruffles to be even. Go ahead and pin everything down, and then sew it together.

Now you're going to fold the skirt and lining in half to seam it all together. Match up your seams, and unfold your lining (see picture). This will let you sew the frill, the skirt, and the lining all together in one go.

The easiest time to put the hem and transition laces on is before you attach the waistband. The basic rule with gathered skirts is that it's a lot easier to apply anything flat that you can before you gather it.

In a lot of older lolita tutorials, a lot of people treated lace as optional. However, now that it's not 2007 anymore, we have a bit more of an expectation for detail in the garments we wear. Quilt cotton especially has a very flat texture, even when it has a nice print. If you can add a bit of texture and detail, you want to do so. If you're doing the skirt and the ruffle out of the same fabric, you can probably get away without using the transition lace, but you will still want hem lace.

I didn't have any lace when I was making this one, so I used a couple of lines of decorative topstitching between the skirt and the frill. I got the idea from this blog post from 2010. I didn't execute it as well as Lolita Noveau did, but that was the general concept.

Anyway, waistband time.

Take the edges of your waistband and press them in. You don't need to apply a seam finish before you do this. I have overlocking on mine because I ripped my fabric, and used the serger to clean up the edge. If you don't rip your fabric like a savage and use technology like scissors instead, you don't have that problem.

Fold your waistband in half. It's now time to sew the elastic channels.

Here's the secret to this waistband. Start out by stitching a line about 3/16" away from the fold in your waistband.

When you put your elastic in, this little line of stitching makes your waistband stay on straight, and adds a tiny ruffle to the top. I picked this up from the Metamorphose frill skirts, and it's amazing.

After you've made that line of stitching, start making channels for your elastic. Add about 1/8" of width from the width of your elastic (so 1/4" elastic, sew your channels at 3/8". 3/8" elastic, sew your channels at 1/2"). Leave a space for you to be able to actually put the elastic in. Don't forget this, or you'll have to redo it. Ask me how I know. I found that three channels works pretty well. Don't sew the channel closest to the edge, because you need to attach your skirt.

You're going to need to gather the top of your skirt, just like you gathered the top of your frill. Get your dental floss and your zigzag stitch ready.

Your waistband (flat) will be twice the length of your skirt, so you can pin and pull the gathers just like you did for the ruffle.

So this part is important: You are going to sew the right side of a single thickness of the waistband onto the wrong side of the skirt. I don't have a good picture of this, but here goes trying to explain it.

You need to sew the waistband so that the top seam of the skirt (the part that's sewn to the lining) is sandwiched between the front and back of the waistband. You are going to have your edges of the waistband turned under to hide the raw edge.

While you CAN do this by just putting the top of the skirt edge into the waistband seam and sew it down, you can make it look prettier by doing it like this:

You sew the right side of a single thickness of the waistband to the wrong side of the skirt. This means that, when you unfold it, the seam will be pointing outward, towards the viewer. This feels like it would look bad.

You then press that seam so that it's flat, and then wrap the front of the waistband to the front of the skirt. You tuck the raw edges into the waistband, so that they're all sandwiched between the back and the front of the waistband. You then sew the front of the waistband down from the front.

What this does is it allows you to have very precise control of where your final line of topstitching is. If you've ever sewn a skirt facing and been told to stitch the back of the facing by doing a stitch-in-the-ditch, this is like that but in reverse. It's the same process, but with the top stitching definitely showing.

Anyway, you can now cut your elastic to your waist measurement (or maybe about an inch shorter than your waist measurement) and start feeding it through your elastic channels. Since you're using such thin elastic, it helps to have negative ease (which is the technical name for "cut it smaller because it'll stretch) in your elastic measurements. Start by putting in the elastic at the top casing, and go down.

Sew your elastic ends together when you're done, and there you go! If this is your first lolita garment, congrats! See if Wunderwelt Closet Child has a blouse in your size that goes with your skirt, because they ship fast and some items are really discounted. 42lolita is a lolita-themed taobao reseller that's easy to shop. Basically just don't overpay from devilinspired. If you're going to have to wait crazy long lead times anyway, you might as well be not spending their big marked up prices.

Finish up any little last things, like threading the ribbon through your beading lace, if you used it.

Anyway, now you have a skirt! Yay. Make yourself several and learn how colors, prints, scale, and texture work with each other.

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anystalker707 · 7 months

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Cherry lips

Pairing: [trans, mtf] Vinsmoke Sanji x [amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Mirror + Clothes on Tags: she's so cute, ok / she's a good girl / penetration / she's pre-transition / cotaggecore sanji ! (shout out to @josukeslefttitty )

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“Which do you prefer?” Sanji asked as she showed you three different tubes of lipstick, some of her favorite scented ones. One was red—cherry—, the other was cantaloupe-orange—peach—, and the last one was pink—bubblegum. While you sat on the bed, she sat at the vanity with her makeup case open, getting ready for the day. You always had the impression you’d ruin the frilly duvets or their lace details whenever you sat on them.

You had clear memories of Sanji wearing each shade of lipstick, but it was still a hard choice. Her eyeshadow was baby pink, so any shade would match it, making things a little harder. A sigh escaped your lips, making her pout a little.

“Choose a dress first,” you said, “so I’ll help you choose according to it.”

Sanji raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, placing the tubes on the vanity. “Okay, not bad.” She was just wearing some satin pink underwear and thigh-highs that were held up by lace garters. It was impossible not to stare as she stood up and walked to the wardrobe, picking one of the summer dresses—it was white and layered, with a few butterfly prints on it.

The dress suited her so well. A smile tugged on your lips while you watched her stand in front of the body mirror, adjusting the dress until she grabbed her corset and glanced back at you. “Could you help?”

“Sure.” You moved to stand behind Sanji and adjusted the ribbon on the back of the dress first, then started tugging at the laces of her corset. She adjusted her posture, taking in a deep breath as she felt it getting tighter, though she mostly used it for fashion reasons—her waist was slim enough already. Out of pure curiosity, you tugged the laces a little tighter than usual; she whimpered, stumbling back a little until her torso pressed to yours. Your eyes met hers through the mirror, observing her flushed features.

“So pretty.” Your breath fanned over the side of Sanji’s neck; she swallowed audibly, fumbling with her thumbs as she watched you.

Sanji slowly exhaled as you loosened the laces of her corset, making sure she was comfortable enough so that you could tie the laces.

You pressed your lips to Sanji’s shoulder, then up her neck. “Looking like a princess, as always. I think the red lipstick will match you better today. It’ll stand out, compared to your dress, and match your hair ribbon, too.”

“Okay, thanks…”

“Can I put it on you?” You looked at her directly instead of through the mirror.

Sanji’s eyes lightened up a little, which made your heart flutter even more as she nodded and quickly grabbed the lipstick tube from the vanity. Her eyebrows raised a little when she saw you sit on the bed, patting your lap invitingly. Blood rushed to her cheeks, but she wouldn’t deny it, smiling happily as she straddled your lap.

“That’s a sweet girl!” You smiled, uncapping the lipstick and screwing the base until the red wax appeared. “Open…” You whispered, holding the lipstick up—she did as told, so you carefully started applying it. Her makeup needed to be perfect, so you did your best to line her lips perfectly and fill in perfectly.

Once you were done, you smacked your lips together, and she immediately copied the motion. No smudges or mistakes spotted, you nodded, capping the lipstick and putting it away.

“So?” Sanji brushed a strand of hair away from her face, turning her head from side to side.

“Flawless, as always.” You nodded, kissing her face, away from the blush.

Sanji smiled and nuzzled your nose lovingly, placing her hands on your shoulders. “Do you think this lipstick shade also suits you?” Half-lidded eyes observed you intently as she pressed a hand to the side of your neck, letting her thumb run along your jawline. The look she gave you seemed so endearing, but something in it alarmed you slightly.

You were about to question Sanji when the words died on your tongue. Her lips pressed to yours first in a soft kiss, but the following ones were shorter, just pecks that teased both of your lips with occasional nipping. A dragged groan escaped your throat as you observed her hazily, lazily kissing back.

The taste of Sanji’s lipstick remained in your mouth even after she started kissing down your neck, leaving behind kiss marks that stained even the collar of your shirt, but who were you to argue? Tilting your head back, you exposed your neck more to her, welcoming the nibbles and kisses that snatched a gasp or two from you, already making your cock twitch in your pants.

You took a deep breath and gently placed your hands on Sanji’s thighs, running down to the edge of her dress. Her breath hitched, and she shifted a little on your lap once your hands touched the slice of bare skin between her panties and the thigh garters. Circles were pressed into her thighs, gently, by your fingertips, continuing as they trailed into her panties for your hands to cup her ass and give it a squeeze. Her skin was so smooth, so soft, and she was all yours.

Despite the silence, Sanji’s breath hitched, falling out of pace according to how you kneaded on her ass, and her kisses faltered a little. Button by button, your shirt got opened by Sanji, exposing your chest for the lipstick marks she was so eager to give you. Her lips lingered on your pec, making sure to leave behind a perfect lipstick mark, even if it wasn’t as tinted as the others. Just the fact she was doing that made your cock throb. She pulled back with a smile, admiring her work, but you also smiled once you were able to see her again. Even with her lipstick all smudged, she managed to keep looking so gorgeous.

“Can’t handle you,” you groaned, into the side of her face, making her giggle as you started kissing down her neck at the same time you brought her closer, squeezing her ass.

Sanji sighed, head tilted to the side as her hands ran up and down your upper back, though they started actually tugging on your shirt once you pulled her hips against yours, grinding. She gasped and eventually rocked her hips into yours in return, breathing sharply at how your hands squeezed her ass, and you nibbled on her neck.

“Lube,” you whispered to Sanji, and it was just a matter of seconds until she messily stood up and stumbled to retrieve it from the bedside table—you hadn’t even bothered to put it back into the drawer last night. You put your pants and underwear down just enough, taking the bottle from her hand to lube yourself up while she took her panties off. She was about to reach for the corset’s laces when she got pulled to your lap with an arm around her waist instead. “Keep it on,” you mumbled, only lifting the skirt of her dress up.

Whether it was planned or not, Sanji couldn’t define it, but a red tone took over her cheeks the moment she noticed the mirror right in front of her as her back pressed to your chest. She gulped, pulling her legs up to the bed in a sort of w position. Her eyes met yours through the mirror, and you smiled, kissing her shoulder.

The warmth between Sanji’s legs intensified, just growing at the way your hands ran up her thighs, pulling the skirt of her dress up enough to expose the thigh garters. She bit her lip, tasting her own lipstick as she felt you tug on one of the garters enough and suddenly let it go, making it slap against her skin. It didn’t slap harshly or anything, but just the action itself made Sanji’s head become fuzzier, so she knew she was already lost when she felt kisses against the back of her neck.

“Oh,” Sanji, whispered, “please—” Her breath hitched in her throat as you lifted her hips and your cock pressed to her entrance. She gasped, not knowing what to do with her hands, but she eventually reached behind her to hold on to your arms, not minding how awkward the position was.

A moan escaped your lips at how Sanji squeezed around you, her warm walls slowly accommodating your cock inside her according to how it sank in. You looked at her face through the mirror—her lips were parted open and eyebrows furrowed as if she were focused on something, but she eventually pressed her lips together when it was all inside, and she could let her weight down on your lap.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, massaging the top of her thighs.

“Can I…”

“Yes, princess.” You nodded and kissed her shoulder.

Sanji took a deep breath, clenching around you before she finally started moving her hips. It was slow, at first, sometimes making both of you gasp because she dropped her weight with a little more intensity than planned, but she soon found a nice pace. It wasn’t steady, though it wasn’t bad either. Honestly, you didn’t think Sanji could ever not please you.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” you mumbled over Sanji’s shoulder, groaning a little. “You look so, so pretty.” Your eyes met hers through the mirror, then her gaze changed to herself, and she clenched tighter around you with it. Hell, it was so hot. You moaned softly, kissing the back of her shoulder while your hands ventured under the skirt of her dress again, over her thighs, her hips, and to her cock as well.

Sanji whimpered, voice going a pitch higher with the way your hand wrapped firmly around her cock and gave it slow, tight pumps that didn’t match the pace of her hips. Not only did she clench around you, becoming so fucking tight—which made you hiss—, but she also tried to push her hips into your hand in an attempt to make you touch her more, just for you to let go.

“Nnnnngh, my love,” Sanji gasped, rolling her hips against yours, trying to seek something that made up for the pleasure you’d just taken away from her.

A chuckle escaped your lips. “Come on, is that all you’re made of? I thought you had strong legs, princess.” Your hand slapped her thigh gently, and it seemed to give her a little motivation.

Sanji took a deep breath, biting her lip as her hips started moving faster on you, saving for the times she’d slowly move up to drop on you faster—it’d draw louder moans from you, which she deeply enjoyed. What you’d told her really got into her brain. Her eyes kept focused on herself through the mirror, eyebrows knitted together just like she’d do whenever focused on a task. So adorable.

You allowed yourself to lean back on your elbows, feeling her grasp slowly transferring from your arms to her own dress, and she didn’t stop moving. She felt so good around you like that, in a way you couldn’t help but lift the back of the dress, watching your cock disappear inside her each time she lowered her hips while the mix of your own pre-cum and lube accumulated by the base of your cock.

The sight itself made your cock throb more inside Sanji, holding you in some kind of trance that made you need to take some deep breaths so that you’d not cum so quickly—something that wasn’t so successful since your moans kept interrupting your breathing, and Sanji tightened more around you. She must’ve found that angle that made her feel full, letting your cock press to all the nice spots inside her; it compelled her pace to falter slightly, only recovering some steadiness when you held her hips firmly while sitting up properly again. Her support was recovered, back pressing to your chest once more.

“Ohhh, (y/n),” Sanji whined, rolling her hips on yours. Her dress was crumpled under her hands, knuckles white. “Please, please, please…”

“Of course,” you whispered with a soft moan, pressing kisses to her shoulder again. “You’re such a good girl. Anything for my good girl.” Your hands trailed under her dress again, but without wandering much this time; one of them held her thigh firmly, while the other wrapped around her cock tightly.

Sanji was already leaking so much, so sensitive, throbbing. “Nnnngh, s’good,” she whined, her moans becoming more breathy as her pace faltered, but in a different way. She didn’t know whether to push her hips back on your cock or into your hand, just doing what she deemed fit—her eyes pressed shut, and you felt her start clenching more around you at the same time she throbbed in your hand.

Of course, you were also close, feeling the drops of sweat running down the back of your neck as she clenched around you so tightly, and she was cumming. She was loud, thighs quivering, and she came in hot spurts into your hand—it covered her tip, trying not to stain her dress—, and it was enough for it to be over for you as well. Your balls tightened at the same time your fingers sank into her hip, Sanji’s shoulder muffling the moans that escaped your lips with your orgasm. Shit. Too good.

You needed a moment to recover from it, slowly coming back to reality while inhaling her sweet perfume. You nuzzled the back of her neck, making her whine a little bit, but the little kiss you gave her seemed to be comforting.

“Well,” you whispered breathlessly. Your fingers massaged the skin that you’d previously squeezed, and she leaned back against you, head back on your shoulder. You pulled your other hand away, observing the small puddle of cum, before you brought it closer to lick it clean. “I think you need to redo your makeup, princess, I’m sorry,” you whispered.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #opla #one piece live action #vinsmoke sanji #x male reader #x reader #amab reader #kinktober 23 #sanji x male reader #sanji x reader #oneshot #imagine #scenario #fan fic #fan fiction

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demigirlravenqueen · 9 months

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Historically ever after part 5

Darling Charming 2 New And Improved!

I wanted to do an updated version of this post because, it was really just my second attempt at doing something like this so it's not really the best and I've learned quite a bit more about 18th century fashion since then and I'm not really satisfied with that post anymore. Darling was the fist character that I decided to make these posts on because everybody kind of knows that her design was 18th century inspired. I think that it's just one of the recognisable historical styles .

Starting with the dress, it has an open front showing another layer underneath like most styles of dresses from the Georgian period which usually had a petticoat underneath as well as a matching stomacher if one was worn. The robe robe a la francaise is, I think the most iconic for this look. The robe a la francaise also featured large box pleats at the back and were commonly worn over side hoops which gave the iconic wide hip look.

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I think that darlings dress more closely resembles an English gown or robe a l’anglaise which is more fitted and less often worn with side hops therefore usually having a more round skirt shape.

Either way it doesn't really matter as I doubt that the people designing these outfits really had this in mind. But I'll leave this article by the American Duchess which dose a good job explaining the different styles of 18th century gowns if you're interested.

We also have those lovely elbow length frilled sleeves which were common on fashionable gowns.

The print on her dress really resembles some of the floral patterns common during this period, such as these ones I found in the Met's online collections.

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the underlayer's pattern is more subtle and and resembles these silk woven fabrics.

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Her hair is swept back and curled in a way that's meant to reference the large fancy hair styles iconic to the period, mostly around the mid 18th century. Feathers, ribbons and jewellery were all pretty common hair pieces.

Her hair is also verry light which is again a reference to white powdered hair.

While were talking about hair I'd also like to mention that we plenty of primary sources indicating the use of blue and pink hair powder during this time. I don't know a lot about that (or just historical hair in general I'm trying my best), but Abbey Cox did a great video the history of coloured hair, and after watching that I was able to find portraits showing it. It's such a niche fun fact that I don't think that it was intentional and they probably just chose blue to go with the colour scheme they already had but it's still cool.

Her jewellery was interesting to look into, full disclosure I don't know much about jewellery outside of the Victorian era and even then my knowledge is pretty limited so I was mainly digging through the V&A archives and comparing them.

Her necklaces are I think the most similar. You got the jewels arranged in a circle around another jewel and the elaborate patterns.

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I think her bracelet is more armour inspired I'm not really able to get a good enough look at it to notice much detail.

dangly earrings sort of like hers I've seen a lot of but rather different.

With her flower shaped ring I was either expecting to either find nothing or something similar but smaller which they made more bulky for doll production. I didn't find a similar ring, most were verry simple in shape, but I did find this broch and gasped verry loudly when I did because it was so similar.

I might do another one on her dragon games outfit, but I don't really think there's anything there, and this post is getting long, nothing compared with what I have in the works for Lizzie but... I have homework to do and this has already taken up enough of my time.

As always, feel free to add on or correct me.

Part 0.5 Part 1 (original darling post) Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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pompadorbz · 2 months

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Any specific notes you’ve got on the thought process behind each student’s new uniform changes for the THH cast? And are you planning to do some for the SDR2 and V3 cast as well?

Note: Anon is referring to these designs!Hmm kinda! There are some choices I made more deliberately than others, although not many characters go as deep as the one note I had about Taka's design. But I'll happily go through the ones that I didn't!Mondo - I initially didn't have Mondo's blazer be embroidered, but considering it's such a stick-out feature of his canon design, it felt wrong not keeping it. Additionally, Mondo is a little bit scrawnier here, for lack of a better word, and that's deliberate! These are supposed to be the students at their first year of the academy, so I wanted to make Mondo seem a little younger!

Taka - I'm not gonna reiterate here so instead here's the post where I talk about him a lil. Lol.

Celeste - Girl is absolutely fighting for her LIFE with this uniform, and for what its worth she found a pretty good balance! The dress underneath is a JSK of her own design, and kinda meant to be reminiscent of earlier EGL styles. She is supposed to look a little bit "ITA", even. I also brought back the hair ribbons from her beta design, and the butterfly hairclip takes from the pattern on her tie in canon!

Chihiro - I have a couple notes on Chihiro! For starters I honestly wanted to make her look a little bit dorkier lol. I gave her the little headband and the glasses for that reason, but the glasses were also to make her match her Dad even more! I wanted to give her a massive backpack too so she always has a spot to keep her laptop and other equipment (yes she has it on her at all times). And finally I gave her a little sweater vest with a dandelion on it, since one of her favorite gifts is the everlasting dandelion! It's supposed to be embroidered on, heehee.

Sayaka - As much as I love her, Sayaka's design isn't actually all that deep? lol. I've always had an affinity for drawing Sayaka with cute little designer hats. i honestly think she has a few of them that she can whip out to give any look a little extra panache. Not to mention the constant inclusion of TONS of pink. I also gave her the flower hairclip from one of her beta designs!

Aoi - Hina is honestly one of my favorite designs in the roster! I just really like her silhouette, idk. I always knew she had to keep the shorts, so she gets the shorts!! Her typical tracksuit is around her waist instead, her eyes are a darker blue for the sake of my sanity, and her ponytail has a kinkier shape! My favorite little detail that I'm sure nobody noticed is that the thing tying her hair together is a coil scrunchie, since they're super good for wet hair in particular! I used to use them a lot back when I used to swim!

Sakura - Honestly, I just wanted Sakura to look at ordinary as humanly possible. She gets a really normal looking uniform- little to no modifications made aside from wearing her usual shoes, the armbands, the bandages, and the striped socks that I took from one of her beta designs!

Hifumi - Hifumi didn't really change all that much either, aside from getting the orange pants to match his orange tie! I do think he painted the arrow on himself, and it looks INCREDIBLY scuffed, lol. Honestly, my main priority with hifumi was to do him some actual justice on the anatomy side, lol. I hope I did an alright job!

Makoto - Makoto also doesn't really change all that much... Really, all that got altered was the blazer and the pants, although I will note that the pants are rolled up because he ABSOLUTELY ordered the wrong size by accident.

Kyoko - Going into this, LONG before I started drawing her I knew that Kyoko needed to have pants, even if it killed me. I just always thought that it'd better suit her usual design to have pants, or at LEAST a longer skirt. It always just looked kinda off to me that she had this big long sleeved blazer and then a short pleated skirt?? Like at least allow her the luxury of like. A pencil skirt. Lol.

Byakuya - Byakuya also doesn't really undergo much change. Really, all i have to say regarding him is that hes got a tall collared button-up and that he kept his usual necktie...

And that's everyone until I sit my ass down and draw the rest! I'm sure I'll eventually get to it... Possibly.

As for the other games, currently I have no plans to do anybody beyond the thh cast. I MIGHT do sdr2 at a far, FAR later date, but I don't think V3 will ever be on the table since quite frankly, I couldn't be assed. Sorry if you were hoping for them!

#syd spiels #backtalk #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa thh #not tagging all the characters cuz im. lazy

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mystarmyangel · 4 months

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[HOT-THEQOO] 240101 Choose your favourite dress among the dresses worn by YoonA this year end.jpg

At time of posting 1 Jan 7pm KST: 22.2K views, 315 comments Most Chosen (from comments section) in order: (4) Yellow – MBC Gayo >>>>>> (2) White – MBC Drama Awards >> (1) Black – APAN >>>>> (3) Pink – MBC Gayo

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2. Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, it is so freaking Tinkerbell-like 4. My personal preference is 1, but the one that feels most like YoonA is 4 7. Definitely 4444444. As soon as you came out last night, my entire family gathered together and were left amazed by you. 8. I think the one that suits YoonA the best is 2, but my taste is 444 11. Yellow is a sure winㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ 12. 2 and 4 are both really insane, so beautiful and fits her so well 14. Yellow is refreshing 15. Oh it is hair ribbons for the last one. I thought it was cat’s ears ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 16. I think they are pretty in the order of 4, 2, 1, 3 19. Yellow fits you so well wow 21. Its yellow for YoonA. It is the first time I seen an Asian that matches yellow colour so well 34. No. 4 is the most beautiful 36. 444, it is refreshing and lovely 38. 44444, it is so unique and YoonA looks the best in yellow 39. No. 4, YoonA looks like a fairy 50. I agree with black! I have always think that YoonA looks good in black since a long time ago. ㅋㅋ 54. The yellow one! As soon as I saw it yesterday, I thought it’s totally Belle! 57. I don’t know, they are all pretty 60. If it is the dress itself, its 1. And I think YoonA suits 4 a lot, but all the dresses look good on her. 61. No. 2 is pretty too but I I fell in love with no. 4 as soon as I saw it 68. No. 4, her face is shining 71. No. 4, I have always thought that YoonA and yellow are the best combination ㅋㅋ 73. No. 4, it is unique and a good match 75. 4444, she seriously look like a fairy 76. No. 3 and 4. No. 1 & 2 look like wedding pictorial 79. 44444, it’s a Disney princess-nim 85. Looking at it again, the details on the pink dress are so pretty as well. 86. They are all pretty, but no. 1 is my personal taste ㅠㅠㅠㅠ 88. 4444 but how can they all be so pretty? Yoongphrodite~ 89. Wow, they all look good on you and are pretty, but it is still the 💛 dress 99. No.1 and the black dress itself, look like an elegant queen.. No. 4, YoonA looks like a fairy. (YoonA’s face is pretty in No. 3 but the dress itself is so so) 108. No. 4 looks like a spring fairy 110. No. 4 is definitely the live action of a Disney princess 114. No. 2 is pretty. But they are all pretty 117. I like no. 3 the most. But yellow one is really cute

121. No. 4! YoonA changed my world, which was only Emma when it comes to yellow dresses 123. To be honest, yellow suits you so well, but my favourite is no. 1ㅋㅋㅋ it is so pretty that I held my breath.. 137. Yesterday, yellow dress is the one top. To be honest, YoonA will look very pretty even in rags, but the yellow dress last night was really the best 141. 222, the best harmony 144. It is my first time looking closely at YoonA’s dresses only because I have been looking at YoonA’s face. But the dress itself seems to be 1 or 3. But yellow suits YoonA incredibly well, so 4… 166. It’s completely 44444444. Yellow is your personal colour. 185. No. 1 is so pretty that I saved the photo. 187. Wow I really can’t choose, all 4 of them are pretty. 190. 111. The first dress is the prettiest and the most luxurious 197. She is so freaking pretty at the Gayo Daejejeon 199. Yellow!! Followed by black, the rest of the dresses aren’t pretty 210. No. 4, she is a spring warm tone goddess. There are very few people who looks good in a yellow dress. 212. No. 2... is that an angel 219. No. 4 is the best. It is also interesting to see something as fanciful as no. 3 220. My preference is just Lim YoonA... ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠShe is really so pretty ㅠㅠㅠㅠYoonA is so great that I wonder what she would have done if she wasn’t a celebrity, and I suspect if celebrity was made just for her ㅠㅠㅠ♡ 233. Everything looks good but the yellow is really popping. It is so bright 245. I scrolled down saying 1...2....3....4. Why are they all so pretty that I can't choose? 258. I forgot to look at the dresses while staring at her face, so I have to scroll up again and restart ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ it’s the Drama Awards dress, but the yellow colour is pretty 260. No. 2, but they are all so pretty. Is there anyone else that looks so good with ribbons? 280. No. 1 is highly beautiful 283. 222, it is so pure ㅠㅜㅠㅠㅜㅜ 298. For me, its no. 2, so pure and elegant. But if I am just looking at the dress, its no. 4. But the hairstyle and makeup is a bit of a pity. Source: TheQoo Trans: mystarmyangel

#YoonA #TheQoo #Netizens' Comments

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nuzzle · 6 months

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per my last ask, i actually got… several pieces but they were all just too good >< recently got the royal palace op by ap in the pink colorway!! it’s my first pink piece hehe, somehow i keep being drawn to other colors so im glad my first pink piece is so… fancy >U< can’t wait to have a proper tea in this dress, i’ll feel like a victorian aristocrat for sure !! have to think about what to accessorize this with hmmm.. any thoughts? ☆彡

that's such a great dress, i love it!! i have the skirt version of it, but the OP is a lot more detailed and structured. the tiers, bustle, floral pattern, chiffon material, corset lacing, princess sleeves and the name/intended theme of the release all work together to make it read as a hime-leaning style IMO—so i would play into elements that tend to compliment the substyle and aim for flowy or slightly sheer fabrics.

you could maybe pair it with a pearl necklace and the "lacy lace up" socks that baby has in stock ATM? it's a bit easier to find bonnets or headdresses that suit hime (rather than headbows that tend to be a little less "elegant" so to say for a style that isn't sweet.. depending on which one it is entirely though) IME. maybe one that also has pearls and chiffon to match your accessories and parts of the dress like the bustle, ends of the sleeves and neckline! a couple of extra bows in the same satin red in your hair could match the bows on the trim, bodice and the sleeves and the ribbon on the corset lacing as well. matching the shoes to the same shade of red throughout will make it "pop" a little more and will help with the general color balance of the coord since it's not the main color of the dress.

these suggestions may not suit your style or the vision you had in mind for it, but i'm excited to see however which way you decide to style it!

#asks

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majoraop · 1 year

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The Young Revolutionary

Chapter 4 NEARLY ONE YEAR has passed since Koala joined the Revolutionary Army. It’s her birthday today, but she’s too busy preparing for her upcoming mission to think about that. To celebrate, she only dyed her hair an orangeish shade of red. Iva-chan told her she looks cute, but she is unsure about it. Anyway... Better focus on what I should bring with me on the mission. Koala looks at the items on the blanket of his bed: one fishman karate uniform, a couple of changes of underwear, some food, and a first-aid kit. She isn’t a healer but more of a fighter—however, Sabo is worse than her in that department. And her team’s third member, Hack, is a strong fishman: he rarely gets hurt. (Hack is her shishou, but after only one year of training her karate is nowhere near his level.) I’ll need to train more when we’re back. Looking at the items in front of her again, Koala jolts up from her sitting position and exclaims, “I was forgetting the most important thing!” Then, she walks to the nearby wardrobe, removes a drawer, and takes her trusted camera den-den mushi and a notebook from a hidden compartment. In addition to being a fighter, Koala is also a skilled information researcher, her ability to move undetected in the shadows nearly matching an actual spy’s. Not sure my new and way-too-bright hair colour will help with that, though... Koala sighs. She could ask Sabo to lend her his special den-den mushi. Changing her appearance with a simple hologram projection could be useful during a mission. Koala glances at the mirror. She doesn’t... dislike her new looks. A change of hair colour isn’t as daring as walking around with a short skirt and without a brass like a certain Commander, but it was a start. I do feel more confident than one year ago, at least. Koala smiles slightly. If only she could get a change of clothes, too! She is stuck with her plain outfit: a brown cloak with a purple dress. But there aren’t shops in Baltigo, so she can’t do much about it anyway. I’ll buy something during the mission! The smile on Koala’s face grows larger, but she turns serious a moment later. No. Sabo is likely to complicate the mission on his own anyway��I can’t let myself get distracted by something so trivial. A knock on the door startles Koala. “W-who is there?” she asks, hurriedly putting all the items she has lined on the bed into a large bag. “It’s me.” Koala walks to the door and opens it. “Sabo? I thought you were still discussing the details of the mission with Dragon-san.” “I was, but I grew bored of that pretty soon.” Koala stares at the cheeky smile on his face. Sabo has grown a lot in a year, and even if he’s two years younger than her, it isn’t much noticeable anymore. His behaviour is still childish sometimes, but Koala is starting to suspect that is simply one of his personality traits. Not that I... really dislike you for that. Over the past months, they have grown closer than ever. She feels relaxed around his more easygoing demeanour. Unlike Koala, who always strives to better herself, it seems like Sabo doesn’t make an effort and is naturally good at what he does. However, she knows that he trains even harder than her and, even if he can’t stay still for long, he loves reading and has a keen mind. “Here,” Sabo says after stepping into the room, a grin still plastered on his face. “What...” Koala glances at the package in his hand—a present wrapped with fancy paper and a pink ribbon. “It’s your birthday today, right? Iva told me about it.” “...” Koala is at a loss for words. “Thanks, but how... when did you buy this?” She takes the present and starts tearing the paper apart timidly. “Actually, Dragon bought it. But the present is from us both. And, well, Iva too. It was their idea—but I chose the colours!” Sabo’s grin grows even more. When Koala finishes unwrapping the gift and sees what’s inside, she feels her cheeks turning red. “Do you like it?” Sabo is beaming with expectation. “I... really like it, thank you.” Koala smiles at him, trying to slow down her pounding heart. The present consists of a purple shirt like the one she already wears—but with frills around the neck, and a red skirt matching with a hat of the same colour. “So, won’t you put them on?” “Yes, but...” Koala looks down, her face burning. “Oh...” Sabo’s eyes enlarge a little as he chuckles. “Right, right... I’ll wait outside.” --- When Koala finally puts on her new clothes and looks in the mirror, she definitely sees a more daring version of herself. I... may not dislike this new me. She smiles at her reflection, does a twirl, and steps out of her room with her bag over her shoulder. “I want to thank Dragon-san and Iva-chan, too,” she says in a cheerful tone unusual for her. “I’ll go with you,” Sabo tells her. “We’re going to depart for our mission soon anyway, so... By the way, your new hair colour looks cute.” “T-thanks.” Koala tries to hide her face—which she bets is as red as a tomato by now—under her new hat. Judging by his chuckle, Sabo must have noticed her embarrassment. He doesn’t tease her for it, though—not on her birthday. From under the brim of her hat, Koala smiles fondly. [TO BE CONTINUED]

I skipped the #saboala_hd27cmday event last month, but not this one! I finally finished writing the fourth chapter of this canon-divergence SaboKoa story, I hope you’ll enjoy it! (You can find all the previous chapters linked in the comments.)

#onepiece #one piece #opfanfic #opfanfiction #saboala #sabokoa #koala #sabo #The Young Revolutionary #majoraop #(Feel free to comment--even to just point out typos or other stuff I should fix! ^^ )#long post

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zombee · 2 years

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Ed takes Stede's wedding garter off.

Rated M

It had been such a glorious evening. Ed looked so beautiful in his wedding clothes: a black, slim-fitted jacket, with a stark white inverted lapel and a gold chain clasp at the waist holding it together. The white button-down underneath had the texture and buttons of a tuxedo shirt, but it was cut into a slim, deep V, showing off Ed’s incredible chest piece tattoo.

Stede tried, and failed, to feel inadequate beside him.

The phantom whispers from his father and his classmates, persistent through his fittings, were banished now, as he stood beneath the canopy and said his I Dos. They had opted not to write their own vows, because Ed wasn’t much of a words man and Stede only wanted him to feel good. Today, and every day. Ed would have done it, if Stede had asked, because he felt the same way about Stede. Which is why Ed had wheedled, cajoled, and bribed Stede into wear a dress.

And no matter how often his father - his dead father, as Ed encouraged him to think of the old bastard - had whispered poisonous remarks to him from beyond the grave, Stede knew he looked magnificent.

It was a vintage piece (of course). Just a touch off-white, floor-length, beaded details on the bodice and a sheer layer of lace over the full skirt. Semi-opaque ruffles sat along the sweetheart neckline and across the top of the sleeves, which were his favorite part. They were large and loose, falling completely off his shoulders and upper arms, laced through with pale pink ribbon and attached to the bodice with matching pink roses. The wrists were also tied with ribbon, loose and flouncy and feminine and perfect.

Now they were sitting in the small enclosed alcove between the room where they said their vows and the reception area, waiting for their guests to filter through before they reappeared for the first time as spouses. Staff had brought them a few plates of food and two glasses of champagne.

“Eat something,” Ed said. “These little buffalo thingies are unreal.”

“I’m afraid I’ll get sauce on my sleeves.”

“Here.” Ed reached up to feed Stede from his fingers.

“Mmm,” Stede said. “Truly delicious thingies.”

“You’re a delicious thingy.” Ed leaned forward to kiss the hollow between Stede’s collarbone and throat. Stede giggled, and Ed’s mouth got a little more insistent, licking up his neck until he reached Stede’s earlobe, which he grabbed gently in his teeth.

“Edward–”

Ed drew an arm around him and pulled himself closer, almost into Stede’s lap. He continued to nibble and Stede squirmed and gasped.

“If you wrinkle this dress, so help me–”

Ed pulled back and pouted. “We’ve already done all the pictures! How d’you expect to keep it unwrinkled when we dance?”

“Save it for tonight,” Stede said. “You can touch me as much as you want when we’re in the suite.”

Ed gave a long suffering sigh. “Fine. But only because you look so amazing in this dress and I don’t want to ruin it.” Despite his words, he leaned forward again and kissed Stede. On the lips, this time, and it was chaste and soft, so Stede didn’t grumble.

They sipped champagne and sampled hors d'oeuvres and let the chattering sounds of the guests outside wash over them. The wedding planner had been right, and these soft moments together, for the first time as an officially married couple, felt wonderful to share alone.

Finally, she came to fetch them. “You ready?” They nodded.

Things blurred together after that, in the best way possible. The band was incredible, the cake a confectionary masterpiece, the speeches had Ed bawling and Stede clutching at him pretending he wasn’t also crying. At one point they were grinding to Ginuwine’s Pony in such a way Stede spared a moment to fret that it was maybe too dirty for a wedding where the family members he still kept in touch with could see. But then he thought fuck it, I’m the bride, and kept going.

They opted against a bouquet toss; Stede wanted to keep it intact. Instead they were doing a mixed-gender garter toss, because what in the world other gender norms were they adhering to at this point anyway.

Stede had obviously foregone the “no touching” rule re: the grinding, but from the first brush against his ankle, he knew Ed was going to make him pay for even trying.

Ed started with the skirt. He bunched it up above Stede’s knees, where Stede held it up for him. Stede had changed from his heels into his flats, and Ed slipped a single finger just under the arch of Stede’s foot before he ran it up his heel and onto the back of his calf. Stede shivered, and Ed grinned up at him before returning his attention to Stede’s calf, which he grasped with his full hand, kneading into it. His other hand was still on the outside of Stede’s ankle, and he rubbed a gentle circle there.

“Ed–” Stede warned.

Ed swooped in to press a kiss to the inside of Stede’s knee. He inhaled involuntarily. Ed stroked his hand up and down Stede’s calf again, before he hitched Stede’s whole leg up over his shoulder. Their guests whooped and hooted and Stede covered a laugh.

Ed kissed his way from knee to thigh until he reached the garter. He was mostly underneath the skirt now, hidden from view. Which was just as well, as he bit down gently and sucked at Stede’s inner thigh. Stede trembled and clutched the sides of the chair.

“What’s your mouth doing under there!” Jim hollered. More hooting. Stede barely heard it.

Ed’s beard scratching against Stede’s sensitive skin was driving him absolutely out of his mind. Stede barely kept a whine from escaping when Ed bit down again, harder this time. Then he licked that same spot, wet and sloppy. This time Stede did whine, a little.

Finally, finally, Stede could feel the garter tugging away from his flesh. Since Ed’s hands were each gripping his legs around the meat of his upper knees, he was clearly using his teeth to get it undone. Perhaps by accident– but almost certainly not– Ed twisting his head side to side between Stede’s legs meant his face was occasionally glancing against Stede’s throbbing cock in his fancy lace undies. He couldn’t even be grumpy he was getting them messy. That’s kind of what they were for.

Ed eased Stede’s leg off his shoulder as he pulled the garter off with his teeth. He reached into Stede’s skirt to grip at his thigh as he did so. That was definitely not an accident, as he let his knuckles brush directly against Stede’s genitals in the barest tease of a touch.

Stede fantasized the ways in which he was going to make his husband pay for this later–

His husband–

His husband!!!!!!!!

His husband, who had the garter in his teeth, and shook it back and forth like it was a chew toy just to make Stede laugh. His husband, who tossed the garter to the onlooking crowd without taking his eyes off Stede. His husband, who drew Stede upright and kissed him, while he wore a wedding dress and his cock was hard and oh, oh, oh, Stede was in love and this night was perfect and he was married. He had a husband. And it was Ed.

His thoughts shifted from punishment to reward. To be fair, for what he had in mind, the concepts were often entwined.

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i'm CartoonMayor on ao3!

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #my fic

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bulbtreereplies · 2 years

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observing tmm redesigns to compare awful 2002 and 2022 trends lmao

general design - lingerie chokers and leg garter for young teens be yeetus deletus. They were never a good design, it was a cringe 2002 thing. Massive ribbons replacing chokers are galaxy brain; they cover basically all of the chest area and make them look more their age. Same for quite fashionable triangle ribbons replacing garters.

pendant - ribbon drawing attention to it and completing whole look is still galaxy brain choice but new pendant designs are 2022 offenders. It's designed to be as generic as possible with nothing in it

Which leads to next 2022 bit, outfit shapes - from unique styles to as generic as possible for each of them; quite interchangeable. They could have been cohesive unit with just leg ribbons and some repetitive triangle shapes, but instead, they overdid it to the point triangles are everywhere and all of them have same dress

Completely monochrome characters is 2000 thing that's quite eye candy but gets boring and too much really fast. They reworked that aspect, however pink and red will always be wrong way to spice it up.

Mew Ichigo- pink with pink on top of pink with the side of pink was honestly bad 2002 thing. It has nothing to do with strawberries, 2022 version would absolutely benefit from changing pink dress to red altogether. Pink dress deserves to stay in the past. Old puffy dress shape was also ugly 2002 trend but somehow, they managed to make it more ugly by keeping it pink and adding red (too) sharp lace to this soft ribbon mew.

mew mint - 2002 was ballet inspired but in all the bad ways. Massive buns were unapologetically early 2000 (single bun would be more ballet), boots, gloves and sleeves are generic addition and serve nothing visually. Dress had unique simple shape that's suitable for choreography but didn't match her self centered personality. 2022 improved with intricate boots and those buns somewhat look normal now but her new dress goes from absolutely generic to horrendous bottom

mew lettuce - probably most interesting redesign. 2002 lettuce suffered from both common moe and single color look. Her hair...additions were very 2000s 'lol random' moment, so her redesign preformed a miracle in making her look like an actual character. Hair ribbon is galaxy brain solution. Seeing that she still have contrasting pinks on weapon, i think Ichigo should have lost pink dress and donated small pink details to every member to mix colors a bit, from monochrome.

Again, 2022 skirt is fail. Uninspired bell shape, whats up with damned triangles; 2002 swimsuit was much more unique and she should have kept it.

Mew Pudding always had pretty decent design so no surprise she'd have decent design in 2022 except the god damned bell dress. She had perfectly fine acrobatic outfit and she changed it for Ichigo dress? Cuz everyone needs to be pop idol nowdays? I can see why Madoka had sarcastic design.

Mew Zakuro always had worst design. Classic 2000 mysterious edge with purple straight hair. They pushed that to the extreme and gave her ribbons with massive amount of hair and i think it works. If she is going to be extra, why not go all out. At least its personality. People say ribbons take away from her badass and i don't think so. She had nothing before, and now she has a bit of sweet under that edge. Her original design was classic 2000 'idk what we are doing with last one so bra and shorts and highest boots possible' and i finally gotta say

Triangles do miracle for her in new design. She is sharp and so are her triangles. Top and shorts are connected finally. Puffs dont seem like lingerie but rather deco with them triangles. Shorts and boots are finally connected in one unit. Hand deco went from 'what are those bracelets doing' to fashion statement. Her design is cohesive unit and interesting at that.

Bottom line would be, tone down 2000 tropes but don't take away 2000s unique approach, we have enough idol inspired match set groups in anime as is

#tokyo mew mew reboot #tokyo mew mew #character designs #monochrome problems

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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Fearing You, Loving You | Part 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, angst, some fluff

Warnings: dom!felix, sub!reader, yandere!felix, cockwarming, blowjob, felix loves hentai and humiliating oc, filming, creampie, spitting, mentions of violence.

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Gif credit @915archive (yes I'm only gonna use your gifs for lix from now on lol)

You decided that you can't just passively accept your condition. You had to do something to improve your situation, and you know just what to do.

When Felix comes home from work, you greet him with a kiss that surprises him before you lead him to the bathroom where you had drawn him a bath, gently stripping him and pulling him to the tub.

Felix stares at you in wonder as get a loofah and pour some body wash on it.

"What's the occasion?" He asks, happily leaning into your touch.

"Can't a woman show her husband how much she appreciates him?" You drawl, knowing that his delusional mind and his need to believe that everything is okay will make him easily accept your answer. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

He relaxes into your touch completely as you gently scrub his body and wash his hair while he lay calm and content like a cat between your arms.

He looked so happy and peaceful, and you lean in to give his pouty lips a peck. His eyes spring open, staring at you in awe before they turn into the lovely crescents they get when he smiles.

“I love you.” He beams, and you curse your heart for still fluttering at his words after all he’s done, but you still can't bring yourself to reply, and Felix's face turns hard. He grabs your hands, stopping your movements. "Tell me you love me."

You hold his gaze for a minute, your heart hammering against your ribcage, before you force yourself to smile.

“I’m madly in love with you.” You murmur, washing the conditioner out of his hair before you pull him up to his feet and wrap a towel around his waist.

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him into the bedroom, drying him off and grabbing a bottle of lotion. Carefully, you rub the product over his skin, taking care to massage the areas you think might be sore like his neck and his back. You tell yourself that you’re only doing this to appease him so that he'll let you have a relationship with your child, disregarding the ball of warmth that keeps growing in the center of your chest with each happy sigh and loving glance he throws at you.

You dress him up in soft pajamas and sit behind to dry his hair. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs ever slightly open as he surrenders himself to your touch. He looks so soft, just like the Felix you used to know, that you can’t help but let the towel fall away as you run your fingers through his soft, wet her and press your lips to his cheek. Felix hums appreciatively, leaving his head to the side to give you better access, when a knock sounds at the door, making you jump back.

"Can I come in, daddy?" Your daughter’s sweet voice pipes up from behind the door.She wasn't allowed to step into the master bedroom without permission, and said permission could only be given by her father if he was present. Felix opens his eyes and is met by your longing ones, silently begging him to let your daughter in.

He doesn’t look like he wants this moment to be interrupted so you’re shocked when his reply comes, voice deep with exhaustion."Come in, sweetheart."

Your heart swells and you smile brightly at him. It's working!

He responds with a tired smile of his own as the girl opens the door and timidly comes in.

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously.

"Mommy is doing daddy's hair." You beam, playing with Felix’s hair absently.

"Oh!" Her eyes sparkle, "Can I be the one who styles your hair, daddy?"

Felix chuckles lowly at her enthusiasm, "Of course, princess."

The girl squeaks in happiness and jumps in place. "I just have to get some stuff from my room. I'll be right back."

You stare lovingly at her small retreating form. When she's gone, your eyes go back to Felix and you see him looking up at you with adoration in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is perfect, darling. Thank you. I promise you that I'll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”

Your breath hitches and hand shakes in his hold. A million conflicting emotions swelled up inside you, but they were all smothered as soon as your daughter steps back into the door, jumping onto the bed with her little box of hair accessories and a comb.

You pull your hand away as she gets to work, and you watch them closely, eyes trained on your daughter’s excited smile as she messes with her daddy’s hair, and the equally as gorgeous smile he has on his face as he lets her unleash her creative side on him, encouraging her all the while.

They looked so happy all wrapped up in their little bubble, and you so wanted to be part of it too. You could be. He promised you you can, if only you’d be good. And isn’t that what you wanted? The love of your daughter and your husband? Why were you fighting him so hard?

“Do you prefer the pink ribbon or the sparkly clip, daddy?” Your girl holds the items in her small hands to show them off and Felix pursues his lips in contemplation.

“The clip I think.” You cut in, brushing Felix’s hair down. “It matches daddy’s sparkly eyes, don’t you think?”

“Ohh, that’s right!” Your girl exclaims, putting the ribbon down and placing the clip in Felix’s hair. “What do you think, daddy?”

“I don’t know. What does mommy think?” He holds your hand, smiling up at you, and you know you’re doing the right thing.

“I love it. You look really pretty, honey.” You lace your fingers with his, “You did a great job, sweetheart.”

“Yaaay!” Your girl claps in excitement, and Felix turns to her. “Would you like to go get some donuts, princess?”

“Yes, daddy!” She chirps and jumps off the bed. “I’ll go get dressed.”

Your smile falls. You weren’t allowed to go on outings like this with them lest you steal your daughter and run away or alert anyone.

"You wanna come with, love?" He brings your hand back to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.

You couldn't believe how well this was working. You haven't been allowed out like this in years! Maybe you just needed to be nicer to him, and he'll give you everything just like he promised.

You don’t give him a moment to reconsider, rushing to accept. "I'd love to!"

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Everything was perfect. The night breeze, your daughter's excited voice, the city lights. This is what you could have, always.

Only one detail was off, how Felix never let go of your daughter's hand. But you don't let that bother you. You still needed to prove to him that he can trust you. And everything will be good again.

You step into the store with a bright smile, following Felix to the register and watching him pay for the donuts and coffee. You all then go to select the donuts you want. You pick a chocolate one and a strawberry one.

While Felix and your daughter choose their own donuts, the barista tells you that your coffee is ready. Not thinking, you leave your husband and daughter and go to pick up the coffee.

"Umm where is the sugar--" You wonder absentmindedly before spotting it and reaching out for it. The barista reaches out at the same time and your hands touch. You quickly pull away, the both of you laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smile, a little embarrassed.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind touching hands with such a pretty lady.” The barista flirts, passing you the sugar. You sheepishly reach out to take them, feeling a little anxious for some reason you can’t pinpoint.

You realize your mistake when someone else intercepts you and snatches the sugar packets away. You look up to see a very angry Felix glaring the man down. "She is pretty, isn't she? She’s also my wife."

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” The barista clears his throat and looks down.

“I’m sure you were.” Felix grits, quickly putting the sugar in the coffee and stirring it. As soon as he’s done, he hands you the coffee and drags both you and your daughter out of the shop.

The walk back home he is silent despite your daughter’s constant attempts to make small talk. When you reach your building, he tells you to go up and get dinner ready.

"Where are you going daddy?" Your daughter asks, and Felix glares at you. "Daddy has to take care of something, princess."

You blanch, holding onto him. "Felix, please."

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Do you want to make a scene in front of your daughter? Wanna let her hear how much of a slut her mother is?"

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head. Everything was so perfect. How did it go so wrong? You were so stupid. If you hadn't moved from Felix's side, none of this would've happened.

Felix pulls you off of him and orders you to go upstairs, and with a teary face you obey.

When you step into the apartment, your daughter turns to you with crossed arms and a frown on her little face. “You made daddy angry again, didn’t you?”

You stare at her in shock. “What?”

“You always make daddy angry. You always ruin everything.”

Finding yourself angry for the first time at your daughter. "You don't know anything. You don't know how much I sacrificed for your sake!"

"I don't care. You only make daddy sad and I hate you."

Her words stab at your heart. With blurry eyes, you grab her and throw her into her room, locking the door behind her and falling to the floor in a sobbing mess.

You felt wretched. You felt abandoned. You know it's not your daughter's fault, that she's brainwashed, but her words hurt you so much and you find yourself craving reassurance and affection that you know you can only get from one person.

Wiping your tears, you go to your room to dress up for him, wearing the lingerie dress he had wanted to see on you, and then go to the kitchen to make him dinner, hoping that would appease him enough to give you what you need.

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When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.

“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.

"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"

You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."

He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"

“No, Felix--” Tears brim your eyes once again. He wasn't giving you what you wanted. “I would never do anything to betray you.”

"But you did." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”

“I’m sorry.” You sob, leaning into his touch, hoping to appease him.

"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver as he backs away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."

You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."

"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He snarls, chuckling at your tears. “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”

Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command.

“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.”

You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”

He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't look at other men's wives again."

You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth.

"That's a good girl." He breathes out, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Show your master how sorry you are."

You swirl your tongue around his dick, sucking on it earnestly, but as you pull up to breathe he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible and try to breathe through your nose, knowing he’ll keep you there.

And he does. Through the whole meal, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.

Soon, your jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.

It feels like forever before he lets you go, letting you crash back against the table as you cough and gasp in. You raise your hand to your face to wipe at the mess you've made but Felix stops you.

“Don't clean up. I want you just like you are, my dirty slut.”

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He has you on your back on the bed, arms hooked under your thighs and shackled together so that they are pulled up to your chest, immobilizing you and laying your pussy bare for him.

The flash of the camera goes off as your husband takes a picture of you in the compromising position.

He stares at it as it develops then he shows it to you, making your cheeks flame red at seeing just how lewd you look.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. And all mine, right?”

"Yes, baby, all yours." You gush, hoping he'd have mercy on you.

He brushes his fingers down your thigh, skipping over your core and going up the other one, making you shake in need.

"Want my fingers in your pussy, honey?" He murmurs, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down your pussy with a feather light touch that only makes you whimper out in need.

"Yes, Lix. Need you so bad." You gasp as his palm meets your pussy is a sharp slap, making your body convulse at the intense sensation.

"Is that what you call your owner after everything you've done?"

You shake your head, "No, master. I'm sorry."

"That's better." He purrs, slipping his middle finger inside of you. It was barely enough, just brushing your walls as he pumps it in and out of you.

"More, please, master."

"You're so greedy. Always begging for more."

He pushes his index in, the pads of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over your walls. You struggle, your body trying to close your legs but you can't.

He curls his fingers and rubs back and forth against your g-spot, making you shake. "Master, please."

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

You nod, trying to appease him, and whine in distress when he takes his fingers out of your pussy. He brings them up to your mouth.

"Tongue out." He says gruffly, placing his fingers on your tongue and pumping them in and out of your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around them.

"You're mine, baby. You were made for me. If only you would see." He sighs, taking a picture of you choking on his fingers before pulling them away, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

He presses his dick against your entrance and you whimper.

"Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stuff you full." He purrs, pushing himself inside. "Let's see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your skull, angel."

He takes multiple pictures of you as he fucks you, instructing you on how to pose and what faces to make.

"Yeah, that's it darling. Gonna carry these around to show to any man you try to seduce so they'd know whose slut you are."

You shake your head, tears brimming along your eyelashes from how roughly he's fucking you. This isn't what you wanted. You need him to love you and be gentle with you.

"That's not true!" You sob, barely able to get the words out between him railing you and your uncontrollable tears. "I didn't do anything. I was good just like you wanted."

"Don't fucking lie to my face!" He grits, throwing the camera to the side and grabbing your thighs so he can brutally drive his hips into yours, his cock not giving your pussy a break. "I saw the way you were looking at him."

"No. No." Your eyes roll up as you feel your pussy start to clench around him, his cock forcing the orgasm out of you.

"There you go. That's my good slut."

You see the flash of the camera go off as you cum, and you can't even imagine how fucked out you look right now.

He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. "Say ahhh."

Dumbly, you obey, opening your mouth wide for him to spit into. You keep your mouth open while he takes a picture of you.

"Swallow." He commands, watching you with dark eyes as you do and groaning when you open your mouth again to show him. "Good girl. You got me so close, baby. Gonna give you all my cum. You want it, baby?"

You whimper in agreement, your poor pussy getting sore and overstimulated.

"I should take away your birth control and stuff you full of my cum. Give you another baby and keep you pregnant all the time so everyone would know that your pussy is taken." His pace gets sloppy and erratic as he nears his end.

"No, baby, please. Don't."

"Shut up, slut. I'll make it so everyone will know that you're claimed." He jerks his hips forward one last time before he groans loudly and his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He stays there for a while, pluging your pussy and keeping his cum inside as if he intends on making true on his promise.

When he pulls back, you feel his seed dribble out of your pussy before a flash goes off.

"Stick your tongue out." He orders, and puts your fingers up in a double peace sign to mimic the fucked stupid characters in the hentai he loves to watch so much.

"Perfect." He smiles, showing you the picture. You look ruined, used, and entirely his.

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A/N: hope you're as dead as I am

#felix smut #stray kids smut #yandere!felix #dom!felix #sub!reader #stray kids angst #felix angst

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kozumebunny · 3 years

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Obey Me Brothers + the maid dress

maid dress headcanons go brr

Lucifer

>he's like... a little shit about it

>type to bend over and tease if you're into pegging

>or on the flip side he will tease you, calling you mistress, giving you what you want without asking for it

>he makes you feel like you're in charge. service dom mode.

>only two ways of getting him into the maid dress, if he loses a bet or if he's doing it of his own volition to tease you

>he's the avatar of pride. expect submission issues

>will paint your nails and massage your hand and look in your eyes then kiss ur knuckles

>will pamper you as a way to get you to relax

>his maid dress is honestly one of those skimpy ones

>short skirt with like a little lacy lingerie one piece underneath

>like it'll have a corset and a sweetheart top, with mesh cutouts

>bikini bottom cut between his legs so his thighs and everything else is just. o u t

>the skirt is something on top of the lingerie, and he has a little short maid jacket over top, with puffy frill shoulders, stops just below his pecs

>also has a little ribbon tied choker

>I know his color is red, but I feel like for Lucifer in the maid dress where you are in control, baby pink may be more his color here, just for a softer appeal

Mammon

>does it most likely as a stunt to hog your attention

>is the type to purposefully lose a bet that doesn't involve money just to be at your beck and call for a day

>is a tsundere about it

>i mean what did you expect??

>unironically burns coffee if you ask him to make it

>can't even cook so really you're just going to have him go buy food

>now his maid dress is just a shitty little thing off amazon

>doesn't even wear the petticoat under it

>it's got little frilly ruffled wrist cuffs, thigh highs, a basic frilly dress with an empire waistline and a square neck

>really basic

>you're lucky if mammon even decides to wear the thigh highs

Leviathan

>oh please you don't even ask him to wear it

>Levi isn't used to getting so much attention and affection so whether it be a joke about wanting a gamer boy in the maid dress or you telling him jokingly to put on the maid dress

> Z O O M he will go do it

>he's also like "oh you are such a perfect lover for me... I will show my obedience and loyalty through the maid master dynamic! its perfect!"

>PLEASE he is like a romance anime protag

>clueless in a slightly funny way

>has used pickup lines from otome games

>has promised to marry you on the moon where stinky mammon can't get to you <3

>he gets a maid dress from an anime

>high quality one

>may even get a wig to full on cosplay the character

Asmo

>wants you to match with him

>would take you out to walk around Shibuya

>oh he would love to have people taking pics and videos of you both as you walk by

>wears a maid dress at the maid dress cafe

>meta much?

>you can either ask him to wear it or wear one yourself and he will still take initiative to wear it

>oh its full on crossdressing with the outfit he has picked out

>its got the frills lace. all dainty and delicate. highlight of his day is when he wakes you up in the maid get up and pampers you while getting you ready for RAD

>no he won't wear it at school. not allowed </3

>Lucifer is asmophobic

Satan

>oh please he won't put the kitty stuff on himself

>you have to do it for him

>just call him over and put the collar, ears, and tail for him

>"you're my kitty for today! so answer when I call you kitty okay?"

>oh please he will be so flustered in horny

>don't be mean to him he's got such low self esteem :(

>he won't let anyone else see him in the maid dress

>if you try to coax him out you lose maid dress privileges immediately and possibly forever

>no photos or videos either

>wears a very delicate and formal looking maid dress

>like it's very long, maybe about knee length, dress

>it's got a very victorian lolita era feel to it? it still has a lower neckline but it has the big chunky buttons on the bodice part, and the ruffled booby area thing going on

>he can cook and make tea. it feels more like having a very refined nanny than a maid. on top of everything before you even have to ask for it

>like a super maid

>he'd really flex his cooking and coffee/tea making skills for you right here tbh

>"oh this? it's nothing. :) I mean I'm such a good maid aren't I?"

>praise him

>please let this be a little confident boost for him

Beelzebub

>no cause he will have to ask for help on the maid dress

>may or may not feel like that him being a buff 6 foot tall demon will detract from the attractiveness lying in the "femboy" aspect

>"I'm not small like these guys are though"

>he will still wear it for you regardless

>probably has Levi and Belphegor help him pick one out

>you have to ask him to wear one he won't just show up wearing one out of the blue

>probably gets one that is sleeveless to show off his muscular arms

>a mini frilly skirt thing going on so you can see the muscular thighs

>but then it has a high neck, and it's form fitting up there, very bland so you can see everything

>very very nice

Belphegor

>just surprises you with it one day in bed

>it's like a pair of pajamas

>very comfy and sleepable

>comfy and simple

>minimal with maybe like little ribbons sewn along it

>baby blue color for him or pastel purple

>little ribbon details to make him softer

>carries a pillow with him everywhere still but like he falls asleep in the middle of tasks???

>falls asleep while waiting for something during dinner or waiting for your coffee to be done?

>bare minimum. lean cuisine dinners dumped out onto a glass dinner plate. "look what I made you!" lying ass. Keurig cup coffee. liar

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me Lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor #belphegor x reader

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whack-ed · 4 years

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“Just Friends” (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Synopsis: A halloween party was what it took for you to finally do what you wanted to do with Fred.

Warnings: make out; underage drinking and extremely flirtation.

Reader: Female

World Count: 2.5k

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, I had some personal problems to solve, but here I am! this is a oneshot for the special A very Harry Potter Halloween by @masterofthedarkness and @eleven-times-lively. This one is for the 30th with the prompt Halloween Party! Hope you like it :)

tag list: @nebulablakemurphy @jamilelucato @inglourious-imagines @acciotwinz @clarissaxpearce

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Finally October, the favorite time of year for Y/n. For various reasons, fantasies, sweets, the weather, absolutely everything Y/n loved most was present in October. But probably the thing the girl liked the better was the Weasley twins' Halloween party. And this year promised, it was the twins' last year at school and they promised the best Halloween party this school has ever seen.

Usually Y/n knew everything the twins were preparing, since they were a quartet. The twins, Y/n and Lee. These four names together gave chills to any teacher. But not this time. This year it was just Fred and George who were looking for trouble. The twins didn't let Y/n and Lee participate at all, the surprise was for everyone. And of course, Y/n's anxiety didn't leave the twins alone for a minute.

"Please Fred, tell me at least the color of the glasses!" Y/n insisted on Fred saying at least a little detail about the party. The secret was complete.

"I already said that I don't speak a word to you, Y/n" The redhead replied laughing.

They were in a history of magic class, automatically nobody was paying attention. The twins sat in the last row, Y/n and Lee just ahead.

"What are the drinks going to be, that's no big deal!" Lee asked as curious as Y/n.

"Not a word, Lee," George replied with a sly smile on his face, the same as the one on his brother's face.

"I hate you both" Y/n said irritably and turned forward.

Fred who was behind Y/n leaned forward and rested his head on the girl's shoulder, whispering her ear. Fred's proximity to Y/n's ear made the girl get goosebumps and close her eyes while the redhead spoke. "You don't miss out on waiting, baby"

George and Lee exchanged a look that they knew well what it meant. Y/n and Fred have always had this relationship ... doubtful. Nothing but indirect flirtations happened between the two, there was never anything else. George and Lee always questioned the two of them if something happened in the backstage that they didn't see, and of course, the answer was always the same "We are just friends". Only friends my ass, George thought. The boy knew his brother well to know when he was lying.

Fred then returned to his seat and Y/n kept her eyes closed digesting the sensation she had just had, wishing it had lasted a little longer. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked several times, returning to reality.

"My God, the sexual tension between you two can be cut with a knife," Lee said making the three friends laugh.

"We are just friends, you know that" Y/n replied and noticed that this time Fred's laugh was not genuine. Apparently George noticed it too. But of course it could only be Y/n's head.

The class passed slowly as usual, but amid laughter, scolding from the teacher and notes on the parchment, time finally passed. It was already lunchtime and Y/n couldn't be more thankful for that. Her thoughts could go from Fred to the mountain of mashed potatoes that awaited her.

Weeks passed and the twins had not yet given any information about the party. It wasn't just Lee and Y/n who were looking forward now, all seventh graders as well. The fact that Umbridge was taking care of the school, making so many rules, only made things more exciting. The twins couldn't be loud ... At least not in theory.

Now everyone was in the common room, some doing their homework and others just hanging out. Everything was calm until the most beloved twins in the world came in doing what they do best, drawing attention.

“My dear student friends" George was saying.

"Me and my dear brother, we finally have the invitations ready!" Fred completed.

"And what does that mean, bro?" George asked doing a theatrical pose.

"That not even the pink toad was able to stop the Weasley Twins!" Fred completed again by opening his arms also in a theatrical way.

“But it’s worth remembering that the party is only for people from the fifth year upwards” Some sad moans were heard from some students from the fourth year downwards “So my little grasshoppers, you who didn’t taste one of our Halloween parties, will have to look for that taste in our store! ” George announced and the sad moans automatically turned into happy faces.

“That's right! We believe that very soon, our store will have a physical point and will be 100% prepared to serve all of you little pests! ” Fred said laughing and started handing out the invitations.

The invitations were not common, as nothing the twins did was common, no one was surprised, just curious. They were orange sweets in the shape of mini pumpkins.

“But is this sweet? How should we know where and when to go with a sweet? ” Ron asked as soon as George handed him one of the pumpkins.

"I suggest taking a bite, little brother," Fred said mockingly, handing one to Y/n. "I made this one especially for you" And winked at the girl. Hers was Y/F/C , your favorite color. As soon as the girl saw the candy she smiled at Fred and got a little flushed.

As soon as Ron took a bite of the fearful candy, sparkles that resembled fireworks with a date, time and place emerged from the pumpkin.

"We just suggest that you don't eat it whole, eating the other piece makes you invisible for 15 minutes, so you can go to the party without drawing unnecessary attention" Fred said with a smile on his face, proud of what he had done.

It was amazing how these boys were the life of the party wherever they went. Y/n smile so proudly for the boys. After the euphoria of delivery of the pumpkins, the boys sat on the sofa with only a few students in the room, most of had already gone to sleep. Y/n was in an armchair by the fireplace, reading a book. Fred settled on the floor in front of the girl and rested his head on her knees. George sat next to Lee on the couch.

"Okay, now that we have everything set up, what will your fantasy be?" George asked to his friends.

"I was thinking of going as a werewolf" Lee replied playing with the hem of his shirt.

"What a cliché, Lee" Hermione who was finishing up her homework said from across the room. She, Harry and Ron were actually finishing up their homework. But everyone knew that the boys were just waiting for Hermione to finish copying hers.

"You're right, he should go as you Hermione, who knows, maybe someone will put limits on this party?" Ron replied laughing, immediately regretting because of Hermione's furious reaction.

"And what are you going to be dressed up for?" Y/n asked lowering the book, she had stopped paying attention long ago.

"Us? Secret too" Fred replied to the girl.

"You guys are getting unbearable with this, you know?" Y/n said looking at the twins.

"Just noticed now?" Lee said sarcastically.

Y/n snorted angrily and pulled her legs up so that Fred could no longer lean on them, causing the boy to turn his head to her laughing.

"You look so beautiful when you're mad" He said and stood up and give her a kiss on the cheek. "I think it's past time for us to go to sleep, we need energy to organize what comes tomorrow, Georgie"

George got up too and agreed with his brother, so the two went up to the dorm wishing everybody a good night.

"I'll see if I can get anything out of them before bed, good night, Y/n" Lee said and went after the twins.

Harry was already drooling at the table, Ron was almost, only Hermione was still focused. Y/n got up and headed for the girls' dorm.

"Good night, Mione" Y/n said.

"When are you two going to assume you have more than a friendship, Y/n?" Hermione asked before she went up. The girl laughed and shook her head.

"We are just friends"

The following days passed with Y/n listening to discussions to see what would be the fantasy of her friends. Lee really was a werewolf, Hermione was from an important witch that nobody really understood who was just that had something to do with defending giants, Ron was going as a auror, Harry as a quidditch player, and of course the fantasy of Fred and George it was still a secret.

At breakfast on the day of the party, everyone was euphoric. The whispers came not only from the Gryffindor table, but from all of them, even some Slytherins were excited.

And because she kept her head elsewhere, Y/n ended up forgetting to think about her fantasy. Then, taking advantage of having a visit to Hogsmade that day, she asked Hermione for help in choosing a costume. The girls went to each clothing store until they found the perfect costume. That was it, they thought. It perfectly matched Y/n's personality.

The hours passed and now it was only an hour before the twins' Halloween party. The girls in Y/n's room were euphoric. They had pirates, healers, vampires, it looked like a children's book in one room. Y/n was finishing her makeup and would already be ready to leave. The outfit she had chosen was nothing less than court jester. Not a dull court jester, according to Hermione, and here I quote her words, she was a “sexually desirable jester”. A colorful short dress, socks to the thighs one of each color, hair tied with colored ribbons and a cute clown makeup. It was perfect.

"You look perfect, Y/n!" Angelina said to the girl with colored ribbons in her hair.

"You too, Angie, wonderful by the way!" Y/n said to her friend that was dressed as a fairy.

The two then descended together, meeting several people in costume in the main hall. And in the sea of mummies and mermaids, Y/n spotted the werewolf she was looking for.

“Lee! Lee! ” The girl called and Lee turned to see her.

"Y/n ... Bloody hell woman, now I understand what Fred talks about so much" Lee replied looking Y/n up and down.

"What does Fred say?" Y/n asked frankly eyebrows.

"He keeps saying you have phenomenal thighs," Lee replied, staring at her legs.

“Hey! Lee! Eyes up here! ” Y/n responded making the boy automatically look embarrassed, but then laughing.

"Let's go then?" Lee asked Y/n and she nodded.

The two then ate all the pumpkin and automatically the picture of the fat woman opening, looked like a passage of ghosts, no one was seen, all you could hear were footsteps and some muffled laughter through the corridors.

Finally, after walking a lot trying to make a minimum of noise, they reached the precise room. The door opened and the legion of students entered the place. When Fred and George said it was going to be the best Halloween party this school has ever seen, they weren't kidding.

There were already some students in the room, but the decor was clear. They had colorful and noiseless fireworks shining on the ceiling tirelessly, they seemed bewitched to last all night. The smoke on the ground made it look like a swamp, you could barely see people's feet. The tables set with various sweets with different shapes and a large bowl with punch, certainly alcoholic. The walls decorated with purple and orange ribbons all over the place. Of course, cobwebs, skeletons and pumpkins were placed in every corner. The music was loud, but it was not heard outside, they had also bewitched it. The only strange thing was that Fred and George were not yet in place.

More and more people were arriving and none of the twins. Y/n was having fun with Lee and other friends, but missed the redheaded duo. While some students were kissing in a corner and others were stuffing themselves with food, Y/n was dancing with a glass in her hand, like there's no tomorrow. She moved her hips from side to side without caring if she was drawing too much attention. Tonight was really for that.

The only part of the place that no one had understood was the stairway in the corner of the room that led to a balcony and a small door that nobody could open. After a while, Y/n ignored the stairs, and suddenly after the girl's third glass, the door made sense. It had opened up and the music had turned down the volume. There they were, Fred and George came out of the door in the costume of Kings. Y/n laughed with them and stopped dancing, looking at the boys.

"Feel free, my subjects, the party is yours today!" Fred said raising his hands.

"And remember, if you are not going to party like us, you can leave" George added.

"And let the party really start!" Fred shouted and everyone shouted in agreement.

The twins then descended the stairs, as if they were true kings. Strangely, their fantasy matched the boys perfectly. Y/n after seeing that the boys were already enjoying the party normally, she took another sip of her drink and started dancing again.

The music playing was sensual, and it is clear that the girl, with the courage that the drink gave her, took advantage of the moment. She had wanted to do this for years, and the opportunity never came, but now? Last year, she was going to do what she wanted without fear.

Y/n started to dance to the music, as sensual as the beat of each note. She knew they had several pairs of eyes on her, but only one interested her. Then the girl turned to where Fred was and she couldn't be more pleased to see that he was looking at her like a dog is looking at a piece of meat, with pure desire. She then danced looking directly at him.

Fred couldn't hold on any longer, he dodged the crowd and came very close to Y/n, grabbed her waist tightly and without thinking, he kissed the girl. It was as if everyone in the room had disappeared. They were just there, Y/n and Fred. The girl returned the kiss at the same time her lips met, placing her hands on the boy's neck.

The two separated only because they were forced to breathe. Keeping foreheads glued together. Smiling broadly. And you can hear George and Lee in the background shouting "Finally!" "Just friends, my ass!" And things like that. But Fred and Y/n couldn't care less.

"So.. hm, I think we're not just friends after all, huh?" Fred says laughing still being very close to you.

"I don't think we ever were just friends"

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #imagine #harry potter imagine #weasley twins #fanfiction #Gryffindor #slytherin #x reader #george weasley #george weasley imagine #harry potter fanfiction #halloween #harry potter #a very harry potter halloween

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lithi · 3 years

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Haha I translated this video

(For a better understanding, please watch this one first!)

-> Back then, I was in a situation where I had to urgently create special content for Volume 5, but since I was also working on the updates, I didn't have time to think about a concept, so I realised I had never drawn something like this.

(A behind the scenes I couldn’t mention last time)

-> The concept and color scheme are decided.

Trying to change the color around and changing the shape of the outfits to find something that feels nicer.

-> Since it’s a set of pictures, I must compare them so they don’t feel to different to the other.

-> Trying to match the proportions of the two characters.

Since I started directly from the sketch, Ijekiel is hurting a lot in the back haha

-> At first, I was drawing a sporty concept, but in response to the opinion of the editorial department, I decided to change it to a k-idol outfit, with school uniforms vibes.

-> After all, it was a randomly drawn picture, so now I have to modify the proportions of the human body... TT

-> Now I have to draw Jennette’s face properly.

-> I wonder if it’ll be a pretty pattern...

Now I’m trying to customise it to get the feeling I want.

-> The battle with the pattern continues...

The change of the pattern must reflect according to the movement of the fabric.

-> I thought it would be nice if the boys' clothes have detailed logos , so I'm testing and putting various logos.

-> I had no proper text that came to mind, so most of it are the characters’ names or information Ha ha ha

-> I didn’t think through it properly at the beginning, so I kept crying and thinking that it would be so much easier if I had the kids’ birthday dates... so I remembered

-> There were meant readers who were also curious. Since there was no birthday in the original work, I was thinking that I could make them up...

-> I wanted to make the birthdays at this point, so I asked the editorial department if it would be okay to make birth dates for them, and they said okay so I'm going to make a birthday for them sooner or later!

-> Athy would be in early summer or July, which is articulated with a vaguely emerging image, Claude was born in February, Jennette in early fall... Around September? Lucas, on December 25. Ijekiel on spring... I think he was born in March. Only Lucas has a set date... I think. *feeling omnipotent*

-> Anastasius feels like a raw mid-winter in January. I think October is good for the uncle White. I think Felix was born in midsummer/July. Lily's name is Lily (lillies bloom in summer) so it would be good in August.

-> The color scheme and details came out roughly.

I started doing the lineart.

-> I feel like I’m unconsciously doing the wrinkles of their shirts bigger.

-> I’m using different props.

I continue doing the lineart.

-> Also squeezing in logos or text. [‘Warning’ on Lucas’ shoe] Dangerous man Lucas...!

-> Since it is a bonus that comes with Volume 5, I will also put information about Volume 5.

(She wrote “volume 5” on the boys’ clothes)

-> Ijekiel looks a little sporty, so I was worried, but I think the active feeling looks fine, so I keep going as it is.

-> Since the wrong placement was the problem from the start, Ijekiel is going to suffer until the end...

-> I was asked to draw him behind Lucas, so even if he’s a bit hidden, he has to stand out well on himself.

-> But Ijekiel keeps avoiding with Lucas and it’s getting annoying to draw

-> It’s difficult...

Can’t you two get closer to each other?

-> I feel like I’m adding too many layers... But it looks nice and cool. I'm drawing them to look relaxed.

-> The boys’ lineart is over to some extent, so we start with the girls’ lineart.

-> When I keep drawing for the webtoon and then switch to draw illustrations, the feeling is very different and I get lost every time.

How do I do it...?

-> However, I can’t run past the deadline, so I have to work even if I want to sleep.

-> It feels like I’m broadcasting live.

I must prepare my mind and organize my materials nicely. Ugh! It could be nice if I could draw very carefully... but I always say ‘but first I have to do...’

-> Sometimes I feel like I have to search through my whole body for the skills to do something and have to scrape all down to the bottom to find it... It feels like a constant fight.

-> I rarely draws girls’ legs because in the WMMAP world, women are wearing long dresses.

So it's fun to draw a short skirt and legs after a long time.

-> Jennette is friendly with Athy, so their pose wasn't hard to find at all.

I drew it straight out easily.

-> After all, drawing legs is interesting~

-> the girls' line art is also finished, and then the coloring begins.

-> (this is a wordplay on Hangul so I had to translate it somehow) IJKLALPHS is now Ijekiel Alpheus haha

I’ll stop now because I don’t have much to use...

-> Still, thanks to the formative features of Hangeul, wouldn't it look geometrically cool to foreign fans?

-> Trying to find a nice variation by trying out different types of letters...

-> Even I gave up on IJKLALPHS haha

-> After roughly finishing the coloring, I hurry up with Athy’s color scheme, gogo!

-> The pattern in put in the sketch was filled properly.

-> I’m always attentive to do the patterns and wrinkles around the sewing lines nicely.

-> This process seems boring and not more rewarding than I originally thought when I was doing it... But the pattern is perfect! It really stands out when you first see it.

It’s like doing house chores...

-> If you know how to do it well, it’s okay, but if you don't, it's annoying..

So, pattern twisting should be done with the feeling of laying the foundation.

-> Now it’s time to pour the colors following the areas.

-> I am working on the details a little more. When you pour the colors, it is easier to see the details compared to when you only did the line art.

-> After this, I start coloring more in detail.

-> Now I won’t touch anything but little more details and the shape. In fact, I’ll keep doing it until the end.

-> I am modifying the smileys one by one to suit each character. After fixing it all, I was proud. It's cute.. haha

-> I’ll proceed to continue coloring.

-> This drawing is very a hip fashion themed, and there a lot of black, so I paint the skin with a lower saturation than usual.

-> Lucas’ colouring is not complete, but at this point, I’ll also proceed to colour Ijekiel.

I alternately paint the one and then the other to see the balance between the two.

-> Then, the coloring of the boys is not over yet, but I start coloring the girls too in order to balance them.

-> [the balance the colors of the boys and the girls], I select the boys’ main colors with a pipette and use them [to paint the girls].

-> Even if the balance is correct, the girls seem to have been paint much brightly, so I increased the temperature of their skin color.

-> In order to equally increase the nice complementing of the characters, I continuously compare and correct it.

-> At this stage, we pass the image to the editorial department and wait for feedback to see if there are any corrections that need to be done.

Afterwards, I was unable to record the rest by mistake, but I adjusted the color of the jacket to a dark color because Athy’s hair color is bright and the jacket color was too bright to see the character. So the vest became pink... So I changed the ribbon and socks to the same ones as Jennette to show that they are wearing the same uniform.

(+ And added blackie to her back hahaha)

#spoon’s youtube channel #who made me a princess #wmmap #sbap #sbapod #suddenly became a princess one day #i suddenly became a princess

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ohplagg · 3 years

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Normal Girl

Also read at AO3

Summary: Nora is living her best life by being the normal middle school student that she always longed to be with her new friends and her two parents that love her so much.

WARNING: This story makes mention of abuse, suicide and suicidal thoughts. Individuals suffering from anxiety, depression and/or suicidal thoughts may not have a safe experience reading this. Viewer discretion is advised.

Thank you @noragamibigbang for organizing this.

See my partner’s ( @maybemacdc ) wonderful artwork that goes along with this!

Get up.

I hear the faint sound of an alarm clock, its signals the start of my day. I know I need to get up but the warmth of my bed and the peace in my bedroom cuddles me in a soundless lullaby.

Get up now.

The cold morning air hits my skin as I reach my arm out of my covers to turn off the alarm making me a bit more aware of myself than before but not enough. I decide to curl up in my bed once more, savoring the cozy air that my blankets trapped during the night.

You’re going to be late.

As I finish rubbing off the sleep from my eyes and brushing off the black hair strand stuck in my mouth I peak my head out of the covers. While staring into the celling, waiting for the moment I have enough courage to leave my warm bed, I hear two calm knocks on my doorframe like there were right on cue.

“Good morning love, come help me with breakfast when you’re ready~” I hear my mom call out as she walks away from the doorframe.

I sit up on my bed and I admire the sunrays peak through my window. Little particles of dust dancing in the stationary air as they bathe in the sunlight.

I walk over to my closet and change into my freshly clean school uniform. It’s your typical sailor middle school uniform with the red bow tie, white shirt with a blue collar and a matching blue skit to go with it. I make sure I wash it every night so it dries overnight. I briefly enjoy the softness of the fabric as I straighten the skirt with my hands, getting rid of any wrinkles that were created when I put it on.

Now that I’m dressed, I head over to the mirror. I stare back at my reflection, my messy from sleep black hair begging to be brushed.

My hair has always been pretty boring. It has no color and no texture, not to mention that its so short that I can’t do any fun hair styles with it. Not that I have tried any. Maybe I can try something today?

As I think that, I open a box of ribbons I’ve been collecting for years but never worn. I first try on a big red bow, I then try a blue one, and then a bright pink ribbon but they all make me look stupid. This is stupid.

You’re stupid.

I finish trying on my last ribbon which is a white thin ribbon. This one I put it across my head like a hair band. It looks okay I guess but what would people say? I bet they wouldn’t stop pointing it out and making fun of me.

“That looks cute! Are you wearing that?” I get startled by my dad’s voice. I turn around to see him frozen in his tracks as he was walking pass my bedroom door.

“I’m not sure…?” I tried to say no but something about his loving and warming smile told me that I wanted to hear his reply to my hesitation.

“You should” he simply said and then left.

Dad would never lie to me and if he thinks that I look cute with it then I guess the ribbon isn’t that stupid.

Maybe I should wear it.

I think I will.

After deciding to leave the ribbon on and finish getting reading for school, I head downstairs and help my mom by setting the table while she prepares breakfast. I see my dad sitting on the TV-couch with his laptop and a bunch of work documents scattered all over the coffee table. We all are busy with our morning tasks while the morning local news is playing on the background.

First it was politics news but I’m too young to care and stress about that yet so I don’t really pay attention to it. Then it’s the bad story news which this time was something about how the police just arrested an abusive father who hurt his kids physically and mentally.

What a way to start the morning. Did the news anchors really need to say such graphic and gruesome details?

As always a feel-good story gets told right after, this time is about some rescued stray-kitty-siblings that were adopted by this high school girl or something, I honestly didn’t pay enough attention to it, I couldn’t stop thinking about the prior story.

I try to picture it but I can’t imagine my dad turning violent on me and doing me harm, how could any dad do that to his kids? The idea of not only not having my mom but also getting physically harmed by my dad made me feel nauseous.

“Darling. Stop playing with your food, you’re going to be late.” My mom snaps me out of my dark train of thought.

That’s right, my parents are both here and they will never hurt me no matter what. They love me and will protect me. I don’t have to worry about any of that. But I actually do worry because I’m about to be late if I don’t hurry up and eat. And with that I devour my food as fast as I can without getting a stomach ache.

“Ittekimasu!” I yell at my mom as I close the front door feeling the cool but not cold spring air hit my skin.

“Itterasshai!” I hear my mom faintly yell back to me.

I head down the streets on my way to school. As I walk I take in my surroundings; I hear some birds singing, some cars driving by, some other kids heading to school and some old lady gossip. I pay extra close attention to the gossip. Ever since I started walking to school on my own I realized that I didn’t know much about the world outside of my notebooks so this is the only way I keep up with the world beside the morning news my dad puts every other day.

Today’s gossip isn’t the usual though. The ladies are also talking about that horrible gruesome story the local morning news covered, I hear them talk among themselves how they actually knew the wife before she committed suicide.

“I don’t think she did” one of them comments while looking over her shoulder as if she was about to say her most guarded secret, “and with the most recent news I’m pretty sure he killed her.” She finishes while nodding her head as a matter of fact.

Gasps roar among the ladies and I find myself gawking at the possibility as well.

“He wouldn’t do that” one interrupts the buzzing gossiping that had been unleashed. “The husband was really in love. She was his whole world. I wouldn’t be surprise if he went crazy with grief because of her death.” She tries to defend the man from the accusation of killing his own wife.

The ladies continue their gossiping but by now I’m too far to hear it anymore. My thoughts remain stuck in that conversation while I make my way to school. A husband so overwhelmed with grief that he took it out on his own flesh and blood that he raised since they were babies.

Imagine being the kids, they were around my age if I recall correctly. Just thinking about how I could be living that nightmare makes me feel sick to my stomach. Not only were they dealing with the loss of their mother, but also the loss of their father. The pain and the fear they must have felt while seeing their dad turn into that monster as the days went by. The uncertainty of being chosen as the punching bag that day. The hopelessness and loneliness they must have felt.

Thinking about it almost feels too real. I feel my palms become sweaty and my heartbeat drowning any noise from the outside world. I urge myself to take in deep breaths and to remember that that is not my life. That my dad is not like that.

Thank the gods that my dad is not like that.

I arrive to school and I see Nana and her group waving at me, waiting for me at the front gate. They tell me to call them my friends but I’m not used to having those yet. You see, I’ve always focused on school and academics first and I never gave the idea of having friends even a consideration so this is all really new to me.

Nana is my favorite of the 3, she’s the one I can easily talk to. Turns out she and I are pretty similar in the sense that we both like to be right and get in fights because of it. Of course, she gets into physical ones while I only do intellectual ones…. for the most part. Look, it wasn’t my fault that one time with Yukine.

Sure, I did throw in the first punch but he started it when he said I copied from him. Well, he really didn’t said it, but he insinuated it and if you ask me that’s more than enough reason to get punched. Besides I would never copy him. I don’t need his second-best-in-school answers because I have my own first-best-in-school answers, so ha!

According to him he caught me “starring” at him “several” times which is not true. Why would I stare? Maybe he was in my field of vision but that doesn’t even make sense because just the sight of him is annoying, it always has been. Ever since we were 6 with his “I’m going to one-up you” attitude he always had with me. Ugh, so annoying!

And there’s nothing about him worth looking at either. There’s nothing eye-catching about physique like his unusual golden locks. And why on earth would I stare at someone who is so focused in whatever test question he’s answering that you can’t help but admire his soft expression as he solves the math problem? It doesn’t make sense.

It kind of does.

Whatever.

But all that is in the past now and if I’m being honest I’m really happy I fought with Yukine. Because of that fight I met Nana and her fraternal twin brother Shiigun and I’m also closer to Yukine now than before. My life has definitely become a lot more fun than before.

Thanks to Yukine’s better social skills I get better along with everyone in school including teachers and staff. I really like that about him. I think that’s the main reason why he is so nice to me too. I really admire him for it.

Yukine and I are still rivals though, don’t get me wrong. We are still argue and fight but now we know each other a little bit better so we know that we don’t have to be better than the other at everything. Even though I will always better than him in academics even he says otherwise. I’ll let him have his spotlight with social stuff.

The lunch bell rings and I immediately take out my study notebook and start studying for history, the exams are next week and I need to be the best. I would prefer to do homework right now but there isn’t enough time to properly do it so a quick overview of history will do for now. I can always do homework in the comfort of my home where no one can bother or distract me.

“-chan you need to give it a rest. It’s not good for you.” Nana interrupts my study time as she rests her hand over my notes to take my attention.

“Both you and Yukine are overkills, I swear you guys are the biggest nerds in the whole school- no, the whole world!” Shiihgun has a talent to sting me where it hurts. I know he doesn’t mean it in a mean way but I’ve always been insecure about how I’m perceived by others and he doesn’t help one bit.

I try to laugh it off as I’ve seen Yukine do it before since I’m guessing that’s what I’m supposed to do. I hope my laugh seems genuine and not painful or forced. Please, don’t let my discomfort show.

Yukine turns my way as we’re laughing off Shiigun’s mean joke. I guess acting isn’t my thing because as soon as our eye meet he casually makes his way to my desk, leans in (invading my personal space if you ask me) and in a whispers tells me that he thinks it’s pretty cool of us to be the biggest nerds of the whole world. If the coolest kid in school says so then I guess we are pretty cool.

I realize that I’m too distracted to focus back on studying and Nana has a point I need the break, so I guess I’ll take her advice and rest during lunch time. As I start putting my notebooks away I realize that I forgot to pack my bento box. I guess I was too distracted when I left home this morning.

“Eeh?! You forgot your bento?” I wanted to pretend that I didn’t forget my bento, that I wasn’t looking for it and that I wasn’t hungry but apparently once again my acting skills failed me because now Nana saw right through me.

“I didn’t forget it. I’m trying to eat less.” I poorly try to act casually. Maybe I should stop acting.

“Here. Have one.” Yukine offers me one of his onigiri. “I always bring enough to share.” He reassures me as he notice my hesitation.

I reach my hand out to take the onigiri, as I do I start smelling a scent. A scent with the smell of… toothpaste? That’s weird.

I take a bite of the onigiri and I’m reminded of that winter afternoon where Yukine sneaked freshly made onigiri from his home to share with me. I remember how we ate them under a bridge while I did paper boats out of leaves and trash that I found under the bridge. I remember that I was feeling upset for some reason, what was the reason? Something to do with my dad? But…. I wasn’t even friends with Yukine in winter.

This doesn’t make sense.

I shake off the confusion and decide to focus on the argument Nana is having with Yukine about who would win in a physical fight. I would bet this onigiri that Nana would beat Yukine.

After a long day in school where I couldn’t study as much as I would have wanted I thought I would have gone straight home to study everything that I couldn’t during the day but instead I’m walking in the direction of the river bank on my way to play badminton with Nana, her brother and Yukine. As I was getting ready to head home Nana stopped me and asked me to come with them.

I wasn’t sure at first if I should go but Yukine told me that if second best in school was taking some time to have fun then the best could also do the same.

On our way to the river bank I try to make some casual conversation with Yukine so I ask him what made them invite me to come along with them.

“We always wanted to invite you- well, I always insisted on inviting you. But you always seems busy.” Yukine explains.

“I was also busy today.” I challenged his logic.

“But not busy enough to say no.” he retorted with a cheeky attitude. After I gave him a look with an eyebrow raised he continued “But also last week this homeless creepy dude approached us asking if he could be our fourth player so we want to avoid him getting any ideas.”

“Was the dude in his twenties, had black hair, bright blue eyes, and wore a smelly sweaty dark track suit?” the image of the dude suddenly popped in my head with such a clarity that I had to ask.

Yukine looked at me with an extremely puzzled look. “No… Where did you get that from? Is there someone like that where you live?”

Now that I think about it, the man I just describe isn’t anyone that I know or seen. I wonder where did I get that mental image in my head. I must have seen him on TV.

“I don’t know..”

As we’re approaching the river bank we make a quick stop for snacks. The store where we stopped by is owned by a very lovely and young married couple. Yukine tells us that he sometimes works here on weekends helping move the heavy stuff and because of that he gets free snacks whenever he comes by.

“Yuki! You came!” A young lady with bright pink hair yells out in excitement as she rushes to bear-hug Yukine. I’m guessing that’s one of the owners.

“Yuki! Great timing! Can you help out this Saturday? The roof needs to be repaired.” A scary looking man asks while he gets the young lady off Yukine.

It seems that Nana and Shiigun also know this odd couple because it takes them no time to start chatting amongst themselves. Because of that I start doing what I usually do and entertain myself with whatever catches my eye.

I first focus on the discount signs they have scattered in different parts of the background, I then notice how they have some fresh fruit as well but what really catches my eye is the magazine and newspaper shelf they have, one usually doesn’t see those anymore and even less in a small store such as this one.

I start reading the magazine covers and I eventually drift to the headlines. As soon as I do I feel my heart drop.

It’s that news again.

To be fair, it’s to be expected. It was in the morning news after all. But that doesn’t make it any better. While I read that particular newspaper I notice that there’s more details about that story than what I had already heard in the street gossip and in the morning news. Now I’m learning that the man actually killed the daughter who was my age and the older brother manage to run away and he was the one that call the authorities.

Props to the journalist that wrote this thought because it feels so real that it feels like I’m actually that girl that got killed. Good thing that my father is a sane person, that my mother is alive and well and that I don’t actually have a brother.

“-chan, they are talking to you.” For the third time today I get startle back into reality. I turn around to see Nana who grabbed my shoulder to get my attention.

“What?” I asked confused turning to look at the pink hair lady who I guess was the one that talked to me.

“Say hi to Yato-chan for me!” She excitedly and with confidence said as she waved us goodbye.

Yato-chan?

“Bye Kofuku! Bye Daikoku! Thanks for the football!” Yukine yells back as we leave the store owners flirting to each other.

I try to question Kofuku’s comment but between everyone else already walking away, the already said goodbyes and my confusion I couldn’t say anything. Why did she talk to me like she knew me? Why did no one else think that was weird? And who is Yato-chan?

We arrive at the river bank and Shiigun and Yukine start playing with the football apparently Daikoku gave Yukine while Nana and I set up the badminton net. Nana instructs me where to stand with the other side of the net and then teaches me how to anchor the net on the grass.

“Come on, guys. We’re ready.” Nana calls out as she goes to the bags she and Shiigun carried out here to take out the rackets and the bird so we could start playing a match. As she calls out I finish anchoring the net to the grass. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t having fun being out here with my friends, just hanging out. I might even say that this is more fun that history homework.

Might.

I approach Nana and Yukine who were already tossing a coin to choose who got what side of the net. Shiigun had gone to retrieve the ball that had been accidentally kicked far.

“Look out!” I hear Shiigun panic at the top of his lungs followed by a hit to my head that knocked me down so hard and fast that I didn’t get a chance to do anything other than fall like a wood plank. My vision went black, my consciousness faded as I heard Nana and Yukine faintly scream my name.

Get up.

I hear a high pitched ring in my ear, the throbbing headache bringing me back to my senses. I know I need to get up but a piercing pain in my back freezes all my movements. The hard cold floor isn’t doing any favors either.

Get up now.

The cold wind hits my skin as I reach my arm up to feel my head. I feel a warm liquid gushing through somewhere in my skull but I can’t really feel exactly where. I wish I could become more aware of myself than before but between the sharp pain in my back and the dizziness this headache is giving me I decide that I should probably go back to sleep and not think about the pain.

You’re going to die.

A jolt of electricity rushes through my spine. My eyes shoot open as if I were to die if I kept them close for a second longer. My body is screaming in pain as I try to sit upright.

Between the grunts and cries of pain that scape my mouth my eyes start noticing things that… I’m pretty sure they weren’t there before.

There’s a man standing over me. He looks like he’s in his late teens even though he feels older. As he’s wiping his sweat and what it looks like blood from his jaw with the back of his left hand I notice that his hair resembles a lot to an almond.

He doesn’t look injured where he’s wiping the blood so… whose blood is it?

I glance at his right hand and I see him holding a long black staff-looking thing. The staff is thin and black with a spiral form on one of its ends. It looks very rigid even though it feels like it can be bend and molded if it so desired. I notice that the same end that looks alive was dripping with blood.

My blood?

I turn back to this man’s face and I realize that he’s been looking directly at me this all time. His eyes move to focus on the different parts where I feel the most pain as if he were looking at something worth admiring. He then turns his eyes and looks directly at mine. His expression turns into what an angry but disappointed father would look like. As he did that I felt disgusted at myself. Is he upset that I got injured? But he did this to me!

That’s right. Father did this. I started recalling everything that happened before I lost conciseness. Memories come flooding back increasing the pain that I feel from the headache. After I had arrived with Hiyori to where Father and Yato were fighting- Father was so angry. He was so… ready to kill Yato. It felt terrifying but also familiar. It felt like those times where Father punished me for Yato’s behavior but somehow this time it was worse.

I don’t know what came over me when I rushed in and pushed Yato out of the way. Maybe I just wanted to return the favor of all those times he took the bullet for me or maybe I didn’t want to see him get hurt again at the hands of Father. Maybe I just didn’t want to deal with Hiyori after the fight, maybe I just wanted someone to get the life that they wish to have.

But now look at me. I don’t even know if Yato is even alive, I left Hiyori’s side and now I’m even wishing the end of this endless torture. Everything I do, everything I am is a waste.

Pathetic.

Hiyori said I’m allowed to make mistakes, that I’m human. I’m not and I never was. The bare thought of making a mistake and being looked down upon eats me up inside until my outer shell breaks leaving me no other place else to hide.

I wish I could let myself believe that excuse, I wish I could believe in myself, believe that it’s okay to not be perfect, that its okay to fail, that its okay to not be okay. But the fact that I fail at even accepting the reality that I can’t be perfect goes to show how big of a failure I truly am.

I wish I could blame him for making me think this way but this is all on me and that would have never changed.

I did try to change, that’s why I’m here right now dying at the hands of the one I once called father. I did try to be the person Hiyori wanted me to be. Be myself. I really liked her because of that. That’s why I here instead of her.

Ironic isn’t it? The person I hate the most, the person I fear the most, is the very person I never want to let down. Maybe that’s why I’m always so scared whenever he's near. Scared to be asked, scared of a conversation, scared of not doing what’s expected of me, scared of not being enough, scared of my own shadow, scared of myself.

Maybe I don’t hate him, maybe I just hate me.

I feel whatever this life I’ve had vanishing from existence, not even leaving a dead corpse behind. It’s pretty unfair right? I got two shots at life. Two opportunities. Most don’t even get one. But not me, I got two chances at live and in both I was unwanted, despised and casted aside. Maybe third time’s the charm? If there’s even a third time.

If.

“If only” right? Those are the famous words. If only there was a third chance at life. If only I needed just the first one. If only I didn’t die so young. If only Sakura didn’t showed up. If only she didn’t succumb to god’s greatest secret. If only I had instead.

If only the gods treated me better, if only I didn’t become a nora. If only someone wanted me. If only Yato didn’t rebel. If only I was a better sister to Yato. If only Yato didn’t replace me with Yukine. If only I was less judgmental of Yukine. If only Yukine and I had met while we were both still alive. If only I had friends. If only I went to school. If only I had met my parents. If only father didn’t take me in. If only father accomplished his revenge sooner.

If only I was allowed to live like a normal girl. If only I was born.

But I wasn’t.

#noragami #noragami fanfiction #nora noragami #noragamireversebang2021 #I didnt mean to make nora suffer more #it just happened

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You know how we have pet costumes? Give Jacob one, make him a cute space cowboy😈😈😈

WE'RE BACK BABY

Please enjoy this little ficlet (that was actually my 3rd attempt to write a fluffy ficlet for this universe because all the other ones kept becoming future chapters lmao)

“This is humiliating. I look like sheriff Woody or something.”

“Aw, I was thinking more like John Wayne Gacy, you know?”

“The...the clown serial killer…?”

Angie pursed her lips. “Wait, who was the cowboy guy in all the old movies? Like, before Clint Eastwood and whatever.”

“That’s John Wayne. Not John Wayne Gacy,” Jacob tugged at the sleeves of his costume and readjusted his cowhide vest. “And I don’t feel anywhere near as cool as him right now.”

She rolled her eyes and crinkled her nose. “That’s because you’re not cool. You’re a grown man playing dress up with a kindergartener.”

“So are you.”

Angie straightened her Native American headpiece and threw one of her braided pigtails behind her. “Yeah, but I know it’s stupid, so therefore I’m doing it ironically which makes me cool.”

Jacob sighed heavily but didn’t argue further, instead tugging his cowboy hat down further to shield his face that burned with embarrassment. Being forced into having playdates with his captor’s coworker was nothing new. He had spent plenty of time being Mibao’s sole playmate aboard the ship, doing the best he could to keep the six year girl entertained and not too psychologically damaged. Being the youngest in a sibling group of only boys, he was a bit rusty when it came to knowing anything about kids. Thankfully, Mibao was more than happy to take him by the hand and show up all the “fun” things she used to either do back home or what she would now do with her “kitty”.

Today’s game of choice was dress up. Every day felt like dress up when it came to the girl’s ever expanding wardrobe; she was always dressed in an obnoxiously puffy and sparkling princess dress fashioned with ribbons and bows galore and always with a matching crown. Fine, no big deal, he could slap a tiara on his head and call it a day, he’d worn worse at the few fraternity parties he attended during college. Nope, not good enough. Mibao had a very specific game she wanted to play which involved him wearing a cowboy costume of all things. A very realistic and detailed cowboy costume, assless chaps and spurs and all. Again, he could...handle it for the most part. The only thing that really bothered him about it was all the coos and giggles he received from both his and Mibao’s captors when he finally came out in his new outfit.

And he knew for a fact they took many, many pictures of him.

It didn’t end there, Mibao still had more requests. Angie needed to join in as well and she was required to be an “indian princess” to partake. Naturally, she was more than happy to agree if it meant getting a break from the absolute nightmare of a captor she had been saddled with. So, now Jacob had to deal with the fact that she would have to watch him play pretend in this ridiculous getup. He could never catch a break with her, it seemed, she always had to catch him when he was in the middle of doing something cringe worthy. She didn’t even look half as uncomfortable as him and she was literally wearing half as much clothing.

Or maybe that was exactly why she was so comfortable as she sauntered up to him, making a finger pistol to tip his hat away from his face. “Cheer up, partner,” she teased. “I think it makes you look cute.”

“I think it makes me look like Owen Wilson from the museum movie,” Jacob replied, hoping the shadow of the brim hid his reddening cheeks.

“Oh my God, you are a tiny little twink cowboy, huh?”

“I’d rather be the gladiator guy.”

“You wish you could pull off being the gladiator guy.”

A rebuttal was on the tip of his tongue when Mibao made her appearance from behind the monitor where she had been changing. This time instead of her usual princess attire, she was dressed...pretty much the same, only this time she had a tiny pair or iridescent fairy wings attached to the back. What a fairy had to do with cowboys and indians, he hadn’t the faintest idea. She stopped when she saw the two of them and stuck out her tongue in childish disgust.

“Eww, stop kissing!” She scolded. “You can kiss the princess later, Jake, it’s time to play!”

Jacob had never been more grateful in his life that the creatures idly watching them couldn’t understand English because he just might have died if they heard. He could feel the heat radiating from his nape to his cheeks, putting his hands up in defense like it could keep Angie away from him.

“Wh-no! We weren’t, we weren’t kissing, Reagan, w-we-!”

Angie only cackled, her amusement stemming more from Jacob’s panicked response than the actual accusation of giving him a kiss. “Yeah, cowboy, you can kiss me later.” She winked and nudged him with her elbow as she walked past to where Mibao was waiting.

He groaned, tugging the hat down as far as it would go even if that meant obscuring his vision somewhat. That was totally fine, he didn’t want to look at anyone right now and he did not want to be perceived either. The child was leading them back over to her designated play area scattered with art supplies and stuffed toys for where they’ll play their game of make believe. Angie was already sitting on her knees by the time he shuffled over and beckoned him with a sly smile to come take a seat on the ground next to her. Jacob obliged, but refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing his beet red face.

As soon as they were settled, Mibao immediately launched into the exposition of the scene they would be putting on, including their roles and superpowers (that only she had because she was a magical fairy queen). Jacob was only half listening; the kid usually forgot half of her own rules in the middle of playing anyways because she wanted to change the story and it wasn’t that hard to follow her game of make believe. Instead, he kept side-eying Angie, who was side-eying him back, and every time they made eye contact she would smile and bump his shoulder with hers.

This was going to be a long playdate.

The lab door slid open as Talan walked in, peeling off his bloodied gloves to dispose of them in Ylva’s waste bin. “I need my human back.”

“Aw, why? They’re all having a ball together!” Ylva frowned, gesturing to the miniature trio on her desk. Well, the smallest one and Talan’s pet seemed like they were having a good time, namely at the expense of the other human in a hat. They all seemed to stop at the interruption, his human fixing him with a sneer that he was tempted to match.

“What the fuck is it wearing?” He asked, ignoring all the little protests he got when he grabbed it and plucked the stupid looking feather thing of its head. “I thought you said it’s not nice to torment the humans.”

Edix scoffed at him, though his annoyance was more from Talan being in his general vicinity than anything. “It’s not torment. They were having fun.”

Talan did not look convinced in the slightest, his eyes sweeping over the pup who was pouting at him for taking away its playmate and the other who froze any time he breathed in its direction. Like owner, like pet, he assumed as it seemed to unconsciously inch closer to where Edix’s hand was resting for a better sense of security. Pathetic. At least his pet had a bit more self respect and wasn’t afraid to try and stab him in the hand with his own tools. Of course, it got a sharp flick to the stomach to knock it off, but he could appreciate the gumption.

Talan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, looks like a real party. So sad to have missed it.”

“Like you’ve ever been to a party to know what it looks like.”

“Says the one that only hangs out with plants.”

“Okay,” Ylva interjected, rising from her chair and scooping up her adorable little human. “You’re right, we should probably wrap this up, Mibao’s going to need a nap soon and she likes to fight her naps when she’s excited.”

That was all the excuse Talan needed to dip out without a formal goodbye, though it didn’t escape the corner of his eye how Edix’s human took a half step forward when he left, almost like it wanted to say something. Even if it did, he wouldn’t have cared. As quickly as he had intruded, Talan disappeared back down the main hall of the fauna department to return to his lab.

Edix stood up as well and tucked the data pad he had been keeping busy with under his arm to keep his hands free. He couldn’t help but smile at seeing how much closer his little pet was standing to him, even if it wasn’t by much, even though it was caused by Talan of all bastards. A win was a win in his book. The hand the human had been partly hiding behind curled easily around it to lift it up, immediately cradling it to his chest as usual. It squirmed for a moment but settled quick enough, a clear sign it was also ready to go back to the lab it was accustomed to. For a social species, the little one always seemed so drained after any playdate Ylva arranged for their pets. Fine by him, it usually meant his human was much more quiet and well behaved once it was back in the solitude of Edix’s company, making for an easier work day.

He used his finger to tilt back the wide brimmed hat it had been using to hide its sweet little face a majority of the playdate, earning him a surprised squeak. With the way its baby cheeks were turning an adorable shade of pink, Edix had a fairly good guess as to why it was trying to avoid everyone’s line of sight. Damn, he should have had Ylva take more pictures, this was way too cute for him. It reached up to quickly pull its shield back down and Edix let it with a laugh, cooing as he tugged at its little vest instead which only made it wriggle in distress. Overdramatic little thing.

“Can I keep this costume?” He asked as he followed behind Ylva who was preparing to put her own pup down for a nap. In reality, it meant she was going to have to play with it for at least another half an hour because, much like him, she was a sucker when it came to her human wanting to play. The difference being that Mibao wanted to do anything from coloring to singing to continuing its game of make believe while Edix’s pet always wanted to play chase.

Ylva smiled and shrugged. “Sure, I mean, it’s not like it’s going to fit the baby. It was printed for its measurements specifically, anyways.” Mibao was proving to be difficult in its refusal to relinquish the shiny wings Ylva had designed at its request, something that Ylva quickly made a game out of by setting her pup on the desk and letting it squeal and run while her hands chased after it. That would tire the kid out in no time. She looked back at his human and giggled. “I don’t think it likes it very much, though.”

Oh yeah, that was obvious from the get go, but it didn’t change the fact that it was way too precious for its own good in this type of outfit. Edix actually quite liked the contrast of the dark brown against its pale skin, even more given the fact that it matched the color of its doe eyes perfectly. It was much more appealing than that splotchy green jacket it was inexplicably attached to. He had a feeling it was going to try and strip out of this outfit as soon as it was back in Edix’s lab, provided he gave it its normal suit and jacket to change into. But...maybe he didn’t have to offer it its spare set of clothes right away. Maybe it would just have to hang around in its little boots and hat for a couple hours longer while he finished up his latest report that was just so important to get done. And maybe he would get constantly distracted by how cute it looked while it was definitely pouting at him for not taking off its costume that it took a little longer than usual to finish his work, which meant it spent even longer pouting under its hat.

Decisions, decisions.

Edix waved his hand dismissively. “It’ll learn to love it.”

“Oh, Eddie, don’t be mean to it,” Ylva laughed, not that seemed bothered by the idea of his pet keeping the outfit on for an extended period of time beyond the playdate. “But send pictures if you do.”

#ask #anon #my writing #g/t writing #g/t fluff #g/t ocs #g/t #giant/tiny #gianttiny #macro/micro #gt #please enjoy ficlet mommy buy for u #ive missed them so much #now we just gotta finish chapter 3 and we're really rockin n rollin #also yes angie likes teasing jacob for obviously having a crush on her #and ALSO YES i forgot angie has short hair so we're gonna pretend its because shes been in captivity for so long that it just grew out #and thats how she could braid it #talan simps rejoice for he is here #unfortunately

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