┣[ "|"|"|" ]═─ SHY DOLL NPUTS ﹙for @thehauntedcemetery ﹚— predominantly feminine, some masculine
◜NAMES◞ — doll﹙dolly,dollie,babydoll﹚,doily﹙doilie﹚, demure, muse,adelaide,theodora,murmur,porcelynn,sweetiebelle,nina,nicodème¹,hyde,genevieve,genoveva,bambi﹙bambina²,bambino²﹚,melody ﹙melodie﹚,bernadette,alena³,visage,meek,anxious ﹙anxiesse﹚,sweetheart,lilac,lavender,bashful ﹙bashfelle﹚,wisp ﹙whisp,whisper﹚,teddy,kewpie⁴,esther⁵,rose,lovelace,marionette,puppet ﹙puppette﹚,poppet ﹙poppette﹚,lolita,nelly,lyla,teacup,coquette,essie,corsette,shiver,trembelle,drusilla,josie,hiccup,sidney
¹ French, pronounced 'nico-dem'. ² Italian. ³ Slovak. ⁴ A kind of doll. ⁵ Hebrew.
◜PRONOUNS◞ — she shy, de dear,lae lace,coo croon,mur murmur,mu mutter,ti timid,porce porcelain,pose posed,toy toytime,play playtime,tea teatime,me meek,joint jointed,de demure,whi whisper,dress dressup,coy coys,coquette coquetteish,shi shiver,pitter patter,kew kewpie
◜USERS◞ — demure-demeanor,bashfulnessa,teatime-with-﹙name﹚,shyaway-plaything,coytoy ﹙coyboytoy﹚,no-ones-toy ﹙no-girls-toy,no-boys-toy,no-beings-toy﹚,shyd-ll,inthecorner-ontheshelf,cutiekewpie,porcelainxious ﹙porcelainxiety﹚,shudder-mutter,coquettemarionette,meekionette,scaredy-puppet,eep-upette,demuremurmur,demurmur,b-shful
◜TITLES◞ — __ who hides _ face in _ hands ﹙__ who's face is hidden in _ hands﹚,__ with a muttered ﹙stuttered,murmured,whispered,hushed﹚voice,__ posed on the shelf,_ shy demeanor,the quiet one,__ with porcelain skin,__ with glassy eyes,__ cowering on the shelf,__ who's heart goes pitter-patter,your most demure plaything,the meekest doll ﹙puppet,marionette,plush,toy﹚
PT: (Syringe emoticon) Shy doll names, pronouns, usernames, and titles (for @/thehauntedcemetery). Predominantly feminine, some masculine.
Names: Doll/Dolly/Dollie/Babydoll, Doily/Doilie, Demure, Muse, Adelaide, Theodora, Murmur, Porcelynn, Sweetiebelle, Nina, Nicodème (French, pronounced 'Nico-deme), Hyde, Genevieve, Genoveva, Bambi/Bambina/Bambino (Italian), Melody/Melodie, Bernadette, Alena, Visage, Meek, Anxious/Anxiesse, Sweetheart, Lilac, Lavender, Bashful/Bashfelle, Wisp/Whisp/Whisper, Teddy, Kewpie (A kind of doll), Esther (Hebrew), Rose, Lovelace, Marionette, Puppet/Puppette, Poppet/Poppette, Lolita, Nelly, Lyla, Teacup, Coquette, Essie, Corsette, Shiver, Trembelle, Drusilla, Josie, Hiccup, Sidney
Pronouns: She/shy, De/dear, Lae/lace, Coo/croon, Mur/murmur, Mu/mutter, Ti/timid, Porce/porcelain, Pose/posed, Toy/toytime, Play/playtime, Tea/teatime, Me/meek, Joint/jointed, De/demure, Whi/whisper, Dress/dressup, Coy/coys, Coquette/coquetteish, Shi/shiver, Pitter/patter, Kew/kewpie
Usernames: demure-demeanor, bashfulnessa, teatime-with-(name), shyaway-plaything, coytoy/coyboytoy, no-ones-toy/no-girls-toy/no-boys-toy/no-beings-toy, shyd-ll, inthecorner-ontheshelf, cutiekewpie, porcelainxious/porcelainxiety, shudder-mutter, coquettemarionette, meekionette, scaredy-puppet, eep-upette, demuremurmur, demuremur, b-shful
Titles: (Pronoun) who hides (pronoun) face in (pronoun) hands/(Pronoun) who's face is hidden in (pronoun) hands, (Pronoun) with a muttered/stuttered/murmured/whispered/hushed voice, (Pronoun) posed on the shelf, (Pronoun) shy demeanor, The quiet one, (Pronoun) with porcelain skin, (Pronoun) with glassy eyes, (Pronoun) cowering on the shelf, (Pronoun) who's heart goes pitter-patter, Your most demure plaything, The meekest doll/puppet/marionette/plush/toy. End PT.
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For your dark kink and fave may I submit Law and age play? I think he’d secretly like stuff like that with his partner wearing cute dresses and acting dumb
i love age play im not even sorry
Shadow Work (follower request event!)
SWEET SPOTS: LAW x Y/N
also this is sorta for @thus-spoke-lo so i hope u like it!
(cw: Lolita nickname, age play, use of devil fruit, daddy/doctor pet names used, spanking, haki, cunnilingus, fingering, sweettalk, kissing, aftercare)
(a/n: should i say "name-ya" for when Law says ur name? idk lol)
Songs: "Kinda Famous" by Peach PRC, "Sex Yeah" by Marina and the Diamonds
words: 1.5k
"Hey, daddy."
You stroll into the room casually, frilly pink dress swishing as you sit down on Law's bed.
He looks up from his desk, paperwork still in hand. "Room," he says, and then, "Shambles." You sift through the air, suddenly straddling Law's lap. He's leering at you, papers already forgotten as he grabs your hips. He shifts you back and forth on his lap, already hard.
"Lolita," he says, "Have you been feeling lonely, my love?"
You nod, pouting. You lace your fingers behind his neck, playing with the soft hairs at his nape. "Doctor's been so busy..."
Law smirks. "Well, I have a bit of time now. What would you like, dearest?" He always uses sweettalk like it's a weapon. It sounds cold, calculated, coming from Law's sneering mouth.
HIs condescension is addictive.
"Sweet spots?"
It's your favorite game.
Law grins, pushing his chair back to give you both more room. You bounce on his lap, slightly. The swishy skirt of your babydoll dress folds over your legs, riding up your plush thighs. He grips them, pressing long fingers into the sensitive skin. His tattoos glow under the orange lamplight. You stick out your lower lip.
"Show me my sweet spots, Doctor? Please?"
Law's eyes glint with fire, something harsh and cold even in the warm atmosphere. His hands tighten around your hips.
"Of course, sweetest," he murmurs, tracing one long finger up and down your upper thigh. "Here," he starts, tilting his head. His hair is scruffy and dark, his hat forgotten along with the paperwork on his desk. He brushes his thumb over your inner thigh. "Is quite sensitive, isn't it, Lolita?"
His name for you (a secret between you) sends sparks shivering down your spine. He traces circles on your soft, fleshy thigh. You moan behind pouty lips. "Yes, Doctor."
"And here," he abandons your shivering thigh to start pulling at the lacey strings of your dress's soft bodice. It has puffy sleeves, hanging down over your shoulders, revealing your cleavage with a sweetheart neckline. It's pink, and white, and chiffon.
Law traces the neckline of your dress, skimming his steady fingers over your fluttering chest. "Is where Doctor loves to tease you, isn't that right? So sweet for me, Lolita."
You whine, wanting more.
"More, please."
Law tuts, shaking his head. "So impatient, sweetheart. Does daddy need to punish you?" He arches an eyebrow, meeting your gaze with deadly seriousness. His eyes are the color of flint.
You whine, bouncing on his lap again. "Maybe...," you pout, slapping his shoulder softly. Law grins--an evil, malicious thing--and sparks shoot through you again. He shambles you again, this time switching places with the papers he left on his bed.
You're upside down, with your legs spread. Ass in the air, dress already folded up over your back to reveal the fact you didn't add any panties to your little sweetheart ensemble.
"Such a naughty girl," he chides.
Law's hands are sure and swift as they land a stinging slap onto the exposed flesh of your rear. You squeak, half in pleasure, half in surprise. Law soothes his hand over the stinging handprint, cooing softly as he murmurs over you. "Such a pretty thing," he shushes you, still whimpering on his bed. He slaps you again, this time much harder. He lands two more, still on the same place he spanked you the first time. You're gonna be sore in the morning.
"Ten," Law counts, slapping your other ass cheek. You squirm, hands gathered under your chest. Your face is pressed into the mattress, hair slightly covering your eyes. You can see Law's grin through the strands. He's biting his lower lip, flush spread on his scruffy cheeks.
"Nine."
He alternates slaps to either side of your stinging ass, not giving you any time to recover between each spank.
"Eight, seven, six."
He's grunting out the numbers, thrusting his hips slightly, just for the friction in his jeans. His sleeves are rolled up, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his sculpted chest. His abs clench with every swing.
"Sweetheart," he coos, halfway through, "Taking it so fucking good for me. Five."
He spanks you harsh this time, squeezing his fingers tight into the flesh of your ass. It's stinging in earnest now, and you whine.
"Four."
Ow.
"Three."
Fuck.
"Two."
Gonna--
"One."
With a gasping shriek, you cum from Law's delectable punishment. Law coos and sweettalks you through it, soothing his hands over your aching ass cheeks. "Such a sweet little slut for me."
"Law...," you croon, rocking your hips back and forth in midair. "Sweet spots again?"
Law chuckles, loving your neediness, and you hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You crane your neck, sitting up slightly in the soft, downy comforter strewn across his captain's bed.
"So desperate for me, aren't you, hm?" He's shrugging off his shirt, revealing tanned muscles emblazoned with his signature heart tattoo. He's your captain, your lover, your best friend.
"Love you, daddy."
He softens, slightly, flint eyes now turned to the soft, warm grey of a kitten's striped fur. You wiggle your ass, feeling the fat of it jiggle. He groans. "Such a good ass for me, huh baby? You like when I play with you like this?" His voice is husky, heavy with need.
"Uh huh!"
"Good girl."
Law stalks back toward you. Like a snow leopard stalking prey, he growls lowly in his chest. He's gonna pounce, and soon. He skims his fingertips over your already soaking folds, slick dripping down your thighs. He plays with it, sliding his fingers back and forth over your slit, before pulling away to examine the glistening shine on his hand.
"Slut," he praises you, and your breath quickens in your fluttering chest. He slurps at your juices, eyes rolling back in his head as he tastes you on his tongue. "Sweetest spot of all," he says, kneeling down behind you and out of view. You bury your face in the mattress, preparing yourself for what comes next.
"Is right here, baby."
He sucks on your clit, and sweetly. His lips are soft, with just the slightest scratch of his stubble. You squirm, already pulsing and clenching with need for more. Your first orgasm is never enough.
"Sweetheart," he gasps, sounds of skin slapping skin coming from behind you as he fucks his fist in time with his licks. "Such a sweet girl for, such a pretty girl--,"
"Law!" you squeal, rubbing backwards into his face. He speeds up, adding two fingers to pet at your entrance. He pushes them in slowly, starting to pick up the pace as he thrusts into his hand. You clutch the blankets in both fists. You're rocking back on his fingers, letting him slurp and suck at your clit like he's making out with it.
Your thighs shake, twitching uncontrollably as your doctor plays with you. Law is grunting and gasping, swiftly approaching his own high as he pleasures his baby girl. "Cum for me," he commands, hardening his fingers with Armament Haki. You shriek, covering your mouth with a fold of the blanket. Your face is buried in the bed, all senses shut out except for Law's fingers, his tongue, his snarling voice.
"I said cum."
The captain of the Heart Pirates crooks his fingers up into you, swiftly pulsing at your g-spot. He flutters them, stretches them, scissoring in and out of you as you gasp and writhe beneath his touch. So close, so close, so close, please fuck yes daddy, doctor--
"'M cumming!"
You cum with a prismatic shiver down your spine, squirting out your juices onto his bed. "S-sorry," you mumble, face heating up with shame.
Law giggles like a little kid, leaning forward to place messy kisses all along your pussy. His hands are spreading your ass cheeks apart as he coos and sweettalks your dripping ache. "So good for me, baby, don't be sorry. You did such a good job for Doctor."
"Th-thanks, daddy."
Law stands up, sliding his hand down your back. He soothes your shoulders, brushing your hair back from your face. You see him smiling down at you in kindness, in love, in adoration. He leans forward to kiss your cheek. "Love you, Lo."
You smile, turning your face into the mattress. Your body is twitchy, achey, and you want nothing more than for him to hold you. He slides into bed beside you, helping guide you into sitting up. He sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rock together, slightly.
"Sweet spots is a good game," you sigh, leaning your head back on his solid chest. He scritches through your hair playfully. You hum, taking in the deepest breath you've taken all day. Law clears his throat.
"Sweetheart?" He asks, voice suddenly shy, "D'ya...d'ya love me, too?"
You gasp, swiftly turning around in his arms. "Love you, Law!!!" You cover his face in kisses, making up for the fact that you didn't say it back right away. You know he's self conscious, know he's nervous, know he's never played like this with anyone else. You're special, so special, and he reminds you as often as he can.
"So much."
Law sighs, finally relaxing into the bed. He tilts his head back, letting it hit the wall. His face is serene. You trace his cheekbones with your third finger. They're flushed, slightly rough.
"Good job, daddy."
He smirks.
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GUIDE TO LOLITA VS HIME GYARU
I’m going to break down the differences of Sweet+Old school Lolita and Hime Gyaru for any J-fashion enthusiasts In this post.
At first glance these styles can look very similar with the joint goal of looking like a feminine “aristo doll” in rebellion of social norms of conformity when it comes to getting dressed but appearance wise they are different.
( I’m only going to talk about the visual differences here but there are other great sources for history )
Silhouette —
Lolita: What makes Lolita fashion so recognisable is the cupcake silhouette of the petticoat underneath the skirt, how the skirt has lots of volume at the top and stops 1/3 down leaving the the rest of the skirt’s curve to slow down.
Hime Gyaru: Hime Gyaru dresses and blouses do not have petticoats or if they do they are thin and flat. Because of the babydoll style of the dresses they have a more loose fit.
Colours —
Lolita: In Sweet styles the colour palette of most coords are pastels with pink, blue, yellow, purple and some green, Old school has more bold colours with darker reds, greens, pinks, whites, blacks and blues but with white accents with lace.
Hime Gyaru: Colour palettes are relatively the same for every Hime Gyaru coord with cold pinks and white with occasional accents of black.
Modesty—
Lolita: Most Lolitas wear a blouse underneath their dresses but in summertime some Lolitas wear their dresses with out a blouse. Their skirts tend to be above knee height and will wear knee or thigh high socks or patterned tights.
Hime Gyaru: Hime Gyaru tends to show more of the shoulders because of low necklines. The skirt normally reaches its end before the end of the hand and socks normally aren’t prevalent in Hime Gyaru fashion.
Prints —
Lolita: With Sweet Lolita prints you can find florals, animals, food, drinks and sometimes buildings. With Old school you can find prints like plaid and tartan. It is important to note that it’s mainly split down the middle with Lolita dresses having prints or being plain.
Hime Gyaru: Almost every Hime Gyaru dress will have a floral print ( this being roses ).
Misc —
Lolita: While some Lolita’s wear colourful wigs it isn’t needed for a Lolita coord. Makeup can vary from rather subtle to pink blush and gloss.
Hime Gyaru: Hime Gyaru is known for their dirty blonde Goldilocks wigs. Will commonly sport a fake tan although it may not be as dark as other Gyaru sub styles. Lipstick and blush is a light cold pink and they wear large false eyelashes. Long acrylic nails are a must.
Please note that there are exceptions to all of these and there are no rules to these styles and the most important thing is having fun! :))
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Long af rant about Velvette's old design and character as I share my art of her :D
Pilot Velvette/ Og Velvette gives extreme babydoll harley quinn vibes, which is a stark contrast from how she ended up being in the show. I like to imagine that something extreme happened to her, like a horrible breakup or betrayal, and she went all crazy. This is the version of her we see in the pilot. The Voxtagram stories seemed to lean into this, depicting her as more immature, bratty, and murderous. She also depended more on Vox and Val like she saw them more as father figures than co-workers. (Just a thought.) However, as she adapted more to the landscape of hell she became the Velvette in the show; A fashion icon girlboss who is much more independent and while not serious, much more mature than her pilot counterpart, and even the other Vees. They ditched her psycho vibe to replace it with something that made more sense to her character.
Something that I personally wonder is: Why was Velvette like this in the beginning if she was meant to focus on fashion? A puffy Lolita dress goes against the Vees whole idea of being up to date, so what was the original vision for her? People have complained about Velvette already having too much going on for her, being both the overlord of fashion, master of social media, backbone of the vees, selling a love potion, etc. If those ideas were already there, did they just think a crazy serial killer girl would be even more extra clutter to her personality?
A concept many fans I've talked with is if the Vees personalities in the pilot stayed. Val would be pretty much the same, but the other two were almost different characters. In the Voxtagram stories, Vox let Val beat him around, had a goofy pet, and seemed to care less about his public image to remain more villainous. Velvette I already discussed was extremely different, the only thing connecting her to our Velvette is her connection with the Vees and fashion. In this universe, would Velvette see Vox and Val as toxic dads who kept breaking up and getting back together again, instead of seeing them as equals and KEEPING THEM TOGETHER? it's a wild shift.
Essentially, Pilot Velvette acted more like a bratty little girl, while her show version acts more like a annoyed but controlling teen. We see her pilot look as her profile picture, so this 'phase' of hers is still canon. I know she already died as an adult, which is why I'm so curious as to why she originally acted this way. Did Viv think she would be a better contrast to Vox and Val like this? To be fair, a spoiled brat AND annoyed girlboss are both contrasts of their personalities, just two different approaches. Was their originally going to be a backstory for her as to why she was this way? or was she just crazy to BE manipulative? or you know, just liked murder while looking cute like Niffty. speaking of Niffty…
I think Niffty is the most likely reason why they changed Velvette's design and personality. we already have a little crazy girl who admires 2 men she sees as older figures and enjoys murder for mysterious reasons. It mightv'e seemed a little counter-intuitive if there was 2 versions of the same character stereotype. Another reason they could've changed her is that she stands out more. If we're supposed to take Velvette as an overlord seriously, how are we supposed to do that when she leans back on the other two guys and looks like she's from a horror movie? Sure, I'm positive pilot Velvette could've been intimidating at times when she got legitimately frightening. however, this didn't seem like her vibe 95% of the time. It might've made her blend more into the background of the Vees than she practically already does. (Which is just a problem for female Vivzie characters but that's a whole separate rant.)
A headcanon of mine is that this was just her psycho little girl brat phase, and she is hella embarrassed over it. like a teen being embarrassed over their phases of when they were a kid. and Vox and Val would constantly piss her off by reminding her of it. That could lead to some fun banter in the future I would love to see as a reference to the pilot.
Anyways, sorry for the literal Essay I wrote here again, just a ton of over-analyzing which I'm best at. Personally, I do vibe with Velvette's new design and character for the show, I just cant help but think of why she used to be so different and arguably had the BIGGEST character shift from pilot to show In Hazbin Hotel.
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