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bvidzsoo · 6 months

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⬦Sugar daddy!Seonghwa⬦

TW: suggestive

Word count: 3,9k

A/N: I hate the grip Ateez has on me, I have never ever written so many drabbles or whatever, I'm a long story kinda gal but here they are...torturing me. Anyways, Seonghwa went ahead and posted on IG today and when I saw him my mind instantly went omg that's some sugar daddy vibes, idk why, don't ask, thank you. Feedback is very much so appreciated! Enjoy!

I really would have never imagined a year ago that I would be attending such an event like this one. It was even shocking to myself. But it looked like I was the only one who felt out of place as the people surrounding me seemed to know each other as they indulged in small talk and friendly chatter as if they were old friends catching up. The silky dress felt too tight against my skin and I couldn’t help but pull on it, hoping by some miracle that it would loosen up and wouldn’t wrap around my ribs as it was trying to suffocate me. The little golden purse I clutched in my hands tightly was expensive, too expensive, an item I could’ve never afforded by myself. I wasn’t into fancy things, so even if I could’ve afforded it at some point in life, I still wouldn’t have purchased it. The faces of people seemed to merge into one as I took a sip of my champagne, smiling politely when the older man next to me pointed his glass in my direction before taking a sip himself. I wished I were invisible, but the red dress and the red matching lips only placed me in the spotlight. And if it weren’t for my outfit, being by the side of Park Seonghwa, a successful and young CEO, definitely put me in the spotlight. I could feel the curious gazes of men and women alike, even the envy as some whispered as Seonghwa and I glided through the crowd, wanting to reach the bar. He said he needed something strong, perhaps some whiskey, as the people around us were giving him a headache. Currently, we were conversing with an elderly pair who were big names in the makeup industry, Choi San having joined us not too long ago. He was a rising CEO, almost always in the spotlight, as his magazine was becoming bigger and bigger, visited by more and more celebrities lately. He was Seonghwa’s biggest competitor, constantly challenging him publicly and often mentioning him when it had nothing to do with Seonghwa. Choi San liked to provoke people and taunt, living off of the hate and attention directed his way. I didn’t need to have a PhD in psychology to spot all these things, it was clear as day as he flashed his white teeth in the direction of the elderly pair, bragging about last month’s issue and how much money it made. The elderly pair didn’t seem too impressed, but they congratulated him before diverting their attention back onto Seonghwa, who was patiently waiting for San to stop his theatrics. If I wouldn’t have known Seonghwa so well, I would’ve never known he was irritated, his jaw barely clenched, grip just a little too tight on his glass of champagne. I quietly cleared my throat, getting his attention. His round eyes watched me, face devoid of any emotion, but the glimmer in his eyes assured me that he was feeling fine. I offered him a small smile and his cheeks twitched before he looked away, focusing back on the elderly pair. They were laughing about something I didn’t bother paying attention to, eyes falling on an already staring Choi San as I took another sip of my champagne. It almost made me choke; I couldn’t deny that he was a good-looking man, but I only had eyes for Seonghwa. At least for now.

“I’ve heard about the deal you made with an American firm,” San spoke up with a smirk, one eyebrow raised in Seonghwa’s direction, “Congratulations, breaking through on the American market isn’t something easy.”

Seonghwa chuckled, but it lacked humor, “San, when I made my breakthrough on the American market you were still running around, trying to find a headquarter for your company.”

The elderly pair laughed at the very harmless jab, but San’s smirk slightly faded, annoyed by Seonghwa’s comeback. He was probably right, but I wouldn’t know, I have never been interested in their world of business.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N.” The sudden shift of conversation made me tense as the eyes of four people fell on me, San’s a little hungrier than the rest. I forced a smile on my face, grip tightening on the glass of champagne. I wished the dress didn’t show as much cleavage as it did, and that my hair wasn’t in a low bun, unable to cover my shoulders, “Isn’t that necklace—”

“The latest Saint Laurent Teardrop Chain Links Necklace?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow before taking a sip of his whiskey, “It is, San. And it’s custom made.”

San’s eyes fell back one me and I cleared my throat, feeling awkward, as the elderly lady eyed me a little bit suspiciously, I felt obliged to speak up, “It’s not something I usually wear, but Seonghwa insisted.”

“I think I have seen that dress on a magazine cover, not too long ago.” The elderly lady noted, eyes narrowed at me. I felt like they could tell how poor I actually was compared to them. It felt like a paper with the words ‘intruder’ was glued to my back and everyone was staring, pointing their fingers at me, or whispering vile things. I gulped, but before I could speak up, I felt an arm sneak around my shoulders, squeezing my arm lightly.

“You have seen it right, then, Mrs. Eom, it was on my magazine.” Seonghwa said with a smirk, sending me a wink which made me slightly blush. The day he saw it on the mannequin he sent me a picture and texted me that he’d get it for me. I refused, because it was truly too much and it also cost a lot, and also, I didn’t really have a fitting event where I would wear it to. So, I guess Seonghwa had to do something about that and that’s how I was dragged along to this fundraiser for disabled people. This wasn’t something which had been in the contract I have signed two months ago, but I didn’t dare bring it up when Seonghwa showed up to my apartment in the morning, holding two designer boxes and a designer paper bag. He said he didn’t have time to have breakfast with me, but he expected to see me in the evening, wearing everything he handed me. Before I could accept or refuse him, he was running off, phone at his ear as he spoke to someone important. I could only sigh and hope for a dinner in a very fancy restaurant, instead I found myself at a place infested with very important and insanely rich people. I was sure I even saw the prime minister like half an hour ago.

“Oh, delightful!” Mrs. Eom exclaimed, but no emotion came through her voice, eyes watching me almost accusingly. Why did an old hag have beef with me when she didn’t even know me? Before I could say something inappropriate, Seonghwa gave my shoulder another squeeze, swiftly taking his arm off my body. He seemed to know me well too, a glance at my face and he was able to tell what I was feeling and thinking. We hadn’t spent too much time together in these past two months, but it felt like we understood each other on a deeper level, beyond words even. I looked around as the orchestra started playing, the front of the room slightly clearing as people made place for those dancing. My eyes fell back onto Seonghwa, and as his eyes were trained somewhere else, I dared staring at him openly. He was an absolutely gorgeous man, breathtaking even. His black hair was slicked back with three strands framing the right side of his face, longer strands than the others poking around on his nape. His shoulders were relaxed yet his posture was straight and proper. His silky black shirt, with three buttons undone at the top, was tucked inside his black dress pants, an Yves Saint Laurent belt keeping his outfit together. The black velvet coat reached just bellow his thighs and his Yves Saint Laurent shoulder bag had been disregarded a while ago at the table we sat at. Despite my obvious staring, Seonghwa remained oblivious to it, however, San didn’t. His eyes were narrowed and lips pulled into a grin as we made eye contact. My cheeks burned and I quickly averted my eyes. Catching feelings wasn’t written into the contract, or what would happen if Seonghwa and I did fall for each other, a thing which was far from happening. I wasn’t in love with him, but I had eyes, and I found him extremely attractive. Whether he was dressed up or wore something casual, Seonghwa always looked spectacular. As a waiter passed with a tray in their hands, San quickly placed his empty glass on it and cleared his throat, interlacing his hands in front of himself.

“Miss Y/N, may I have the honor to dance with you first tonight?” San’s eyebrows were raised as he looked at me with a smirk and I stared at him without a reaction. Was I allowed to dance with him? Seonghwa was right next to me, he certainly wouldn’t like that. And I didn’t want to dance with him either, he sometimes made me feel very uncomfortable with his unnecessary comments and over the top compliments. But before anyone could interject, San took two steps towards me and then grabbed my left hand carefully, a smile erupting on his face, “Come.”

And before I could refuse him, he was pulling me after himself, making me hand my purse over to Seonghwa in a hurry as San lead the way to the dance floor. I felt awkward as curious eyes watched us, some people greeting San as we passed by. His grip turned firm and I could feel my palm get sweaty as I braced myself for what was to come. It couldn’t be that bad, besides, I would only dance with him for a short amount of time before I would excuse myself to the bathroom in hopes of getting away from him. San stopped in the center, facing me with a charming smile, sharp eyes watching me closely. I cleared my throat and placed my hand on his shoulder, allowing his hand on my lower back to pull me closer towards himself. I slightly tensed, but willed myself to relax in his arms. I didn’t quite enjoy dancing with Seonghwa’s competitor and biggest rival, especially not when I knew how much distaste Seonghwa had towards San.

“Fancy seeing you here tonight, Y/N,” San spoke up as he swayed us to the slow beat of the orchestra, “I didn’t think you’d attend such an event.”

San didn’t know what type of relationship was between Seonghwa and I, but he has seen us together quite often, always bugging Seonghwa whether I was his girlfriend or not. I most certainly wasn’t.

“It came as a surprise to me as well.” I admitted quietly, focusing on not stepping on San’s feet or on my own dress. The high heels were also slightly uncomfortable, I couldn’t help but be hyperaware of every move I made.

“So, Seonghwa didn’t plan on bringing you along, huh?” A satisfied smirk made it onto San’s face and I sighed, looking over his shoulder.

“He most certainly did since I’m here, don’t you think?” I couldn’t help but slightly snap, sending him the smallest glare as we made eye contact.

“Of course,” San chuckled, pulling his eyebrows up, “he wouldn’t want to leave behind his eye candy.”

His comment didn’t sit well with me, but I just bit the inside of my cheek and let it go, not wanting to give San the satisfaction of seeing me annoyed. He waited a few more seconds, probably thinking I was formulating my answer, but when the silence continued to stretch on, San chuckled to himself, looking amused as I dared take a glance at him.

“Everything you’re wearing tonight is quite expensive, isn’t it?” He continued, eyes running over my frame. It certainly felt uncomfortable as I could easily spot the lust in them as his eyes stayed a little too long on my exposed collarbones.

“Yes, they were expensive.” I hummed, looking over his shoulder when San glanced at my face.

“Bought them yourself?” His tone feigned innocence, but the smirk on his lips made it obvious that he was prodding and jabbing, “Didn’t think a university student could afford all of these things, to be honest.”

I gulped as my throat felt suddenly dry, heartrate picking up. Of course I couldn’t afford what I was wearing tonight, two months ago I could barely pay rent and the tuition fees for my course at the university. Seonghwa seemed like an angel in disguise at the time, however, lately I’ve been feeling guilty for accepting all of his money instead of trying to make some myself. In my defense, my itinerary was so packed I could barely find a place which would hire me even half norm, it was frustrating.

“Some of these were gifts.” I opted to answer, clearing my throat when San’s fingers slightly dug into my lower back, pulling me even closer to himself. Our bodies were almost touching, his musky scent invaded my nostrils. I certainly didn’t like it.

“You know,” He spoke up again, eyebrows furrowed, “Seonghwa is quite known for changing partners after like…half a year, I guess his standards are too high or something. Unless…”

My heartbeat paused for a second as I looked San in the eyes, “Unless, you’re not his girlfriend but his whore—”

“I think you’ve spent enough time with Y/N for a lifetime, Choi San.” The sudden harsh voice made me flinch as I carefully peeled myself away from San, heart beating like crazy as I turned my head. I was met with a furious looking Seonghwa, kind eyes pulled into slits as he glared San down, jaw clenched. I noticed the people around us glancing our way, and when my eyes fell on San his chest was puffed out and eyes challenging as he stared down the taller man.

“Seonghwa,” I whispered and curled my fingers around his bicep, getting his attention, “He’s not worth causing a scene, let it go.”

His eyes bore into mine as I heard San scoff at my words, but before he could open his annoying mouth and say something else, Seonghwa gripped the hand I had around his bicep and peeled it off, hand slipping to my wrist as he turned around and took off, steps hurried. I struggled to keep up with him in my high heels and even ran into someone, having to hastily apologize as Seonghwa wasn’t stopping anytime soon. I noticed the direction we were storming in, the restrooms. I gulped and realized Seonghwa was angry and needed time away from everyone, probably to give me a lecture and break off the contract we had. I could only hope he wouldn’t ask for the money back; I couldn’t remember if that was a clause or not in the contract. We rounded the corner and Seonghwa kicked the door of the restroom open with his foot, shoulders raising and falling rapidly as we entered the men’s restroom. A guy, who looked like security, was washing his hands, pausing when he noticed us.

“Sir—”

“Get out.” Seonghwa’s voice was low as he glared at the poor security guard, who seemed to be speechless for a few seconds.

“This is the men’s restroom—”

“And I said, get out.” Seonghwa emphasized his words again, staring daggers at the unbudging security guard, seemingly a glaring match breaking out between them. My nerves were rising, and I tapped my heel against the floor, biting my lower lip when nobody moved.

“Seonghwa.” I called out for him, but he didn’t look away from the security guard. However, the man broke his staring contest and looked at me, taken aback.

“Park Seonghwa?” He asked amazed and as I nodded, he quickly bowed his head and scurried out, making me let out a long sigh. My shoulders slouched forward as I pulled my hand out of Seonghwa’s, which made him whirl around and look at me with a sharp stare. I gulped and suddenly felt small underneath his eyes as his fury was directed at me only.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to dance with San, but I don’t think I had much of a chance,” I found myself explaining quickly, “And I didn’t want to cause a scene which would damage your reputation.”

Seonghwa took in a deep breath before releasing it, jaw clenching, “You’re not my whore, Y/N, you’re my sugar baby.”

I bit my lower lip, the term still making me feel slightly uncomfortable. I don’t think I could ever get used to it. I looked at the floor as Seonghwa sighed loudly again, realizing that he was angry at San and not me, having overheard his words.

“Yeah, I know.” I muttered as I saw Seonghwa’s polished shoes come into view as I was still looking down.

“You didn’t want to come tonight and I forced you into coming, I’m sorry.” His voice was soft and he looked guilty as I looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing.

“You didn’t force me, what are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“I saw how uncomfortable you were feeling all night.” He explained, playing with the rings on his fingers, “I also should’ve chosen a dress less revealing knowing your preferences, I’m sorry for that too—”

“Seonghwa, this dress is gorgeous!” I said with a chuckle as I pointed at it, hands shimmying down my hips, “Albeit a bit too revealing, and too expensive, but it’s beautiful and I appreciate your gesture, I hope you know that. Regardless of how I’ve been feeling tonight.”

Seonghwa gulped and took a step closer, eyes running over my frame before he looked back up into my eyes, “You are gorgeous, not the dress, Y/N. That’s just a piece of fabric.”

My cheeks flushed at his words and I averted my eyes shyly, feeling Seonghwa’s soft fingers grip my chin as he made me look at him again. He stepped even closer and his warmth wrapped around me, fruity scent enveloping me and making me shiver. Seonghwa certainly noticed as he studied my face for a reaction, but I was trying hard to contain the fluster I was feeling and my frantic heartbeat.

“Our contract is coming to an end next month,” Seonghwa whispered, as if he was afraid anyone would hear us, there was nobody but us inside the spacious and marble covered restroom, “Let’s extend it for another six months.”

“Six months?” I asked surprised, remembering well that Seonghwa’s contracts only lasted for three months. He hummed and nodded as he closed the gap between our bodies, tilting my head slightly up. It was rare that he stood so close and held me so boldly. We were rarely physical with each other, the occasional hand holding and kisses on the cheeks happened when I was feeling down or Seonghwa was feeling tired, and we made out a couple of times here and there when we were drunk. The contract made it clear that everything had to be consensual and if one person refused, it shouldn’t be brought up until they were ready to talk about it or made it obvious that they wanted it to happen. Seonghwa was a respectful and well-mannered man, there were few others like him, if none at all. My lips slightly parted as Seonghwa’s eyes fell on my lips and I closed my eyes when he started leaning in slowly, lips pressing against mine carefully, experimentally. It was so light that if I were to pull away, it felt like it never happened, but instead, I pressed myself firmly against him, Seonghwa’s hand coming to hold the side of my face. Our lips moved slowly against each other, testing, searching, savoring the other’s lips. My hands rested against his chest as his free hand went to hold my waist, slowly slipping to the place where San held onto earlier, my lower back. This time, goosebumps erupted on my skin and I slightly shuddered against Seonghwa as his long fingers dug into my skin, his lips picking up pace. I matched his feverish kisses, desperately wanting to tangle my fingers into the hair against his nape, but not wanting to mess up his hairstyle, so instead, I gripped the collar of his velvet coat, my other hand going around his shoulder. Seonghwa pulled me into himself totally, chests pressing together painfully as he sucked on my lower lip, carefully pressing his tongue against my mouth. I understood what he wanted and parted my lips for him, granting him access as he tilted my head up even more, hands clutching onto me firmly, his tongue carefully exploring my warm mouth. He tasted like the whiskey he had been drinking, and cherry. He loved cherry candies; he had probably eaten one not long before. My nose pushed against his cheek as our tongues tangled together, lapping at each other, a fire ignited inside me as my hand slipped up to his nape. Before I could second guess myself, I allowed my fingers to tangle into the short strands and I tugged on them, Seonghwa’s hand abruptly slipping down to my ass as he gave it a firm squeeze, making me gasp into his mouth. He took that momentum to suck on my tongue and suddenly my knees felt weak from the lack of air, but not just. I could devour him right here, but that wasn’t very lady like, nor too smart. Anyone could enter the restroom anytime. And despite the urgency in Seonghwa’s kiss, he sucked on my lower lip as he pulled back, pressing his forehead against mine. He was panting and I had to wipe the corner of my mouth as saliva threatened to drip down.

“Let’s do six months.” I rasped out, in the process of catching my breath. As I opened my eyes, I watched as Seonghwa’s teeth was attached to his plump lower lip, a deep hum leaving his throat as he agreed with my final answer.

“Good, I’ve still got a lot to offer to you.” He said as he opened his eyes and a smile instantly appeared on his lips. And then, his finger was rubbing underneath my lower lip and the corner of my mouth, chuckling as my own eyes fell onto Seonghwa’s unnaturally red lips. It made me blush as I allowed him to fix me up, hand giving my ass another squeeze, making me gasp as I jumped. The amused smile disappeared from his lips as a pleased smirk took its place.

“Let’s dance?” He asked and I nodded wordlessly, mesmerized by his voice and eyes as Seonghwa took a step back, hands falling from my body as I detached myself from him too, gulping nervously. He extended a hand and I placed my palm in his, fingers intertwining as he lead us towards the door.

I wouldn’t mind having Seonghwa as my sugar daddy for another six months, not if he would kiss me again and again like he kissed me tonight.

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 1 year

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✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 7: Stray Kids bias wrecker - Jisung✨️

The Heat

AN: We have reached the end of my milestone celebration! Thank you to all of you, new and old, for your support. You have no idea how much it all means to me <3 Time to end this celebration off with my other other arch nemesis lol.

Synopsis: When your roommate brings home a bag of strange cookies, you two don't think much of it. Assuming whoever sold them to him was lying about them containing an aphrodisiac. You both quickly come to realise that you were very, very incorrect.

Heads up: Han Jisung x Fem! Reader, Roommates AU, dub-con elements (because Reader and Jisung are under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but they do genuinely want each other), mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, nipple play (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Reader cries a little, Jisung cums pretty quickly, mentions of multiple orgasms, unrealistic sex (Jisung cums more than once and remains hard), hypersensitivity, some usage of a petname for Reader and a barely there praise kink (f. receiving).

Word count: 3658

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

"You'll never guess what I found!" Your roommate yells, all but slamming the front door open in his excitement.

"Hello to you too, Jisung," you respond dryly but, your curiosity is piqued. Angling yourself to get a better view of the brown paper bag in his grasp from your position on the couch.

"Sorry, hi. I'm just really hyped," he responds sheepishly, plopping down beside you, "but look!"

You're not sure what you were expecting, but a bag filled with cookies certainly wasn't it. "Uh, they look good?" You offer, not really understanding what makes these cookies in particular so special. The little pink hearts on them are very cute, you'll give them that much.

"No, no listen. These aren't just any old cookies. Minho and I stumbled across this kind of weird looking bakery, and the lady who runs it said these cookies are mixed with some really potent aphrodisiacs,"

Yeah, this is not how you anticipated your Saturday to unfold at all.

"So... you bought them from an apparently really shady bakery and just trusted what that lady said?"

Your words take a few seconds to register in his mind. Big eyes blinking at you owlishly. If he hadn't just admitted to something so stupid, you'd reach over to squish his cheeks because of how endearing he looks right now.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

It takes a great deal of effort on your part not to drag your hand down your face.

"Minho should really stop enabling all of your impulsive purchases and ideas,"

"To be fair, he was the one who dragged me into the bakery. I just happened to stumble across these," he says, motioning to the bag now staring at the two of you on your coffee table.

"My point still stands. Why did you buy so many anyway? Why not just get a few if you just wanted to test them out?"

"They were running a special," he mutters.

"I didn't realise you were this naive. I have some magic beans to sell you if you're interested," you tease, grinning as the tips of his ears redden.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. They weren't that pricey anyway so, luckily I didn't spend much," he reaches for the bag, fishing out a cookie.

"Woah hey, what're you doing?"

"Eating the cookies I bought? Like you said, I'm sure they're a scam, so I might as well eat them since I spent money on them," he responds with a shrug. Your anxiety building watching him take his first bite.

"Oh, they're pretty good, actually. Want one?" He asks, turning his big brown eyes onto you. Now, how are you supposed to say no when he looks at you with those eyes?

"If these are poisoned or something, I swear I'm going to haunt you," you respond, and your roommate takes that as a green light.

"We'll both be ghosts then. I don't think ghosts can haunt each other," he says with a laugh, the brushes of his fingers against yours feeling like electricity as he hands you a cookie.

You choose to essentially shove the cookie in your mouth to avoid dealing with that particular can of worms. Jisung was right. They are delicious. Flavours of strawberry with faint hints of chocolate caressing your taste buds. Maybe they were worth turning into a ghost for if the worst comes to pass, you think.

"See? They're good, right?"

"Yeah, I can't even lie. That's one of the best cookies I've ever had. If we survive this, you should show this oddball bakery to me,"

"Oh," and you immediately regret admitting to him that you actually liked it, "how the tables have turned. What was that you were saying earlier about reckless purchases?"

Rolling your eyes, you stand up in order to get ready for bed. Jisung's smugness more than enough motivation to finally get your ass off the couch.

"Goodnight Jisung," you say, waving him off.

"Goodnight," you don't even need to turn around to see the smirk stretched across his face. You can hear it clear as day.

Everything feels like it's on fire when you wake up the following morning.

You're absolutely drenched in sweat and your throat is beyond dry. Perhaps the oddest realisation of all is that you're wet. As in, obscenely so. Your thighs are smeared in it and you're almost certain it's leaked all the way onto your bedsheets.

What the hell?

It takes you some very long minutes to blink your bleary eyes open. Your muddled mind working a mile a minute to try and make sense of all of this. Last night hadn't been that hot so, there should be no reason why you're this sweaty. Plus, from what you can remember at the very least, you hadn't touched yourself before turning in for the night. So why in the world are you this wet? And more than that, why does it hurt so much more than usual?

'What is going on?' Is that question that echoes through your skull as you join the world of the conscious. You're due for a shower and a change of sheets, you think. You feel pretty disgusting at the moment, and a shower might just be what you need to help calm you down. An ice cold one.

On perhaps the strangest morning you've experienced to date, you don't expect to bump into a shirtless Jisung with a towel wrapped around his slim waist.

You've seen your roommate without a shirt more times than you can count at this point. However, it's never made you feel like this before.

The throbbing gets worse. So, so much worse. Warmth flooding your face when you feel yourself gush onto the fresh pair of sleeping shorts you'd just changed into. Jisung is an attractive man. A very, very attractive man. You've had no qualms with admitting that in the most private parts of your mind and on nights when images of him between your thighs are the only thoughts that can push you off of the proverbial edge.

But it's never been like this.

"Morning," he says gruffly. God, that just made it worse. If you weren't too lost in your own spiral, you'd notice his blown out pupils and the glassy quality to his eyes. How they shamelessly rake over your body. How he has to adjust his hold on his towel so you don't notice how hard he is. How hard he's been for what feels like hours now.

"Morning," you squeak back in response once your higher order functions return to you. Practically slamming the bathroom door in his face and, sagging against it once you're alone.

What is wrong with you?

Taking a shower was minimally successful. At least you're no longer drenched in various body fluids, but you still feel as though there's molten lava coursing through your veins. Everything is just so hot.

Touching yourself while you were in there didn't help either. If anything, it only added fuel to the inferno that seems hell bent on swallowing you whole from the inside out. Maybe you're just in desperate need of a good fuck. It has been longer than you care to admit since you last slept with someone. That Changbin guy was nice and ridiculously attractive. Perhaps you should give him a call.

You're disrupted from your thoughts when you hear a tentative knock at your bedroom door. Jisung. Oh no, you're not sure if you can handle looking at him right now, let alone being in the same room with him. Your mind has been replaying the encounter from this morning over and over again. Even that hadn't helped you cum in a satisfactory way. Which is insane because thinking about him works 11 times out of 10. You must really need to be fucked.

However, you're not a child. You're not going to avoid your roommate and your friend just because you're a little (okay, maybe it's more than a little) more sexually frustrated than usual. You're more mature than that.

"Come in," you say, cringing at the hoarseness in your voice.

To your relief (and mild disappointment), Jisung has a shirt on. Though, the way the tank top leaves his broad shoulders and biceps completely uncovered isn't helping the to soothe the squirming of your insides.

Jisung looks exactly how you feel: like a total wreck. His hair is in dissary and sticking to his damp forehead and his cheeks are flushed with an appealing dust of pink. You wonder if this is what he'd look like underneath you.

"What's up?" You croak, looking at your bedroom door as though it's the most interesting object you've ever seen. He may have a shirt on, but you're not sure you can handle looking at him for too long right now. For both of your sakes.

"Does it feel hot as fuck for you today too? I don't know what's been going on, but I already took two showers today, and I still feel like I might pass out from heat stroke," he says, making himself comfortable on your bed. While not out of the oddinary, having him so close to you is sending your barely coherent mind into panic. The desire to straddle his incredibly welcoming looking lap clawing at your insides.

"Yeah, it does feel a lot hotter than usual today. Maybe there's a ventilation issue or something in our place? Because I checked the weather and it the temperature for the day is on the cooler side, funnily enough," you respond, wiping some excess sweat off of your forehead. So, you're not the only one who seems to feel...off, weird even today. Whatever is happening appears to be affecting Jisung too.

"Really? That's so weird. I thought maybe there was a heat wave or something. I don't know how much more of this I can take," he sighs, throwing himself down. The bottom of his tank top exposing a sliver of his toned abdomen. Fuck.

Before your mind can assault you with fantasies of covering his abs in your wetness, that's when it hits you. Those damn cookies. They have to be the reason you're like this and that you suspect Jisung is experiencing something very similar.

"Jisung, I think I know why we're feeling so hot right now," you rush out, fingers absentmindedly toying with your blanket.

"Really? Well, I'm all ears," he responds, turning to give you all of his attention.

Fuck, how did you not realise it sooner? Jisung's eyes are almost black with how dilated his pupils are. Desire flashing like a neon sign on his face.

You really can't afford to soak through another pair of shorts right now. Focus.

"I think the cookies - I think the cookies weren't a scam," you mutter, hugging your legs to your chest. Your face is so warm that you're surprised the heat from it isn't radiating off of you.

He just keeps looking at you. You know the moment your words sink in because his face quickly shifts from a pretty, pink flush to an almost scarlet red. His mouth opening and closing as he grapples with what to even say to you.

"What? What makes you think that?" It's his turn to squeak and avoid your gaze. Seemingly fascinated with your ceiling.

"What else could it be? We both had them yesterday, and now we're sweating buckets and -" You cut yourself off. Jisung doesn't need to know you've been wet all day. You should probably keep that part to yourself.

However, the universe is determined to make you suffer, "And what?" He asks, meeting your eyes briefly before turning away. His teeth toying with his bottom lip.

"It-It's fine. Don't worry about it, but, um just trust me. I really think those cookies are the reason we're like this," You stutter out, studiously ignoring the lecherous thoughts creeping back into your mind.

Jisung doesn't say anything at first. Just laying there before sitting up once more, his hand ruffling his hair, "I wasn't kidding when I said I don't know much of this I can take. I feel like I'm losing my mind."

That you can relate to. Intimately.

"The solution is pretty obvious," you joke in an attempt to lighten the thick tension in the air. It almost makes it difficult to even breathe properly.

Your words have the opposite effect, however. Startled, fiery brown eyes meeting your own. Jisung looks like he's seriously considering it, and you're not sure whether your stomach knots itself in hope or anxiety.

"Jisung, I was-"

"Do you want to?"

Now it's your turn to stare at him in stunned silence. Probably looking like an absolute buffoon gaping at him. Is he joking? Is this his way of getting back at you?

"Wha-What?" Comes your brilliant response.

"Do you want to?" He repeats, both looking and sounding deathly serious.

"You don't have to do this, you know. If you don't want to. We can j-"

"I want to," he interrupts again, his cheeks darkening, but he doesn't falter in his words.

Your very hot, very kind, very funny roommate is offering himself on a silver platter. Even if you weren't so wet you could die, you'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," you whisper, meeting his eyes head on. Your heart thundering against your chest as you watch him shift closer to you. Barely any space left between the two of you. You're not sure who moves first, and it ultimately doesn't matter because after months of fantasising about it, Jisung's mouth is finally on yours.

Maybe it's the cookies, but your first kiss isn't gentle or slow or sweet. It's fierce and messy and desperate from the very beginning. Your hands not sure where they want to settle themselves. Alternating between pulling on his hair, pulling the most delicious whimpers from him or steadying yourself on his muscular shoulders while you two fall deeper into each other.

The gasp that leaves your mouth when Jisung nestles himself between your thighs is loud and throaty. He's hard. So hard and so hot that you can feel the heat radiating from him even through your respective clothing. Jisung wastes no time in covering your throat and jaw in sloppy, uncoordinated kisses while he shallowly grinds his erection against you. Greedily searching for any semblance of relief he can possibly find.

"Ji-Jisung," you moan, arching into his touch when one of his hands gives your breast an experimental squeeze. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he groans against your neck between licks and nips, thumbing at your already hard nipple through your shirt.

"Re-Really?" You manage to ask through the fog. "Really," he responds, impatiently shoving your shirt up and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. To say you were unprepared for the sensation of being enveloped in his wet, warm mouth would be putting it lightly. You're so much more sensitive than usual. It might be the cookies, or it might just be Jisung. Probably a dangerous mixture of the two.

You've never cum just from having your breasts played with but, there's a first time for everything if the increasing wetness staining your shorts and inner thighs is any indication. Jisung, for his part, is content to spend hours with your tits in his face and in his mouth. Licking, sucking and fondling to his heart's content while he desperately humps your thigh. The dream, really.

He's about to whine when you tug him off of you, but he's shut up by your tongue being shoved down his throat. Your hands frantically pushing his tank top up and off of him until his bare torso is free for you to explore. Smiling into him when he whimpers at the way your nails rake across his skin. A pitchy 'fuck' greeting your ears when you accidentally brush one of his nipples. Oh. Interesting.

Kissing and touching him is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, Jisung is fantastic with his mouth, and his firm chest is incredibly fun to explore. Figuring out which places garner you groans or whimpers or whines. Which ones make him grind into harder. Which leads to the other hand. You're so soaked and painfully empty, and kissing him isn't helping to soothe any of those flames.

"Jisung," you mutter against his mouth, your hands ghosting over the waistband of his sweats. Delighting in the way he shudders above you and his abdominal muscles jump under your barely there touches.

"Ye-Yeah?"

"I want you to fuck me, please," you whine into his ear, lightly biting down on his lobe, "it hurts."

Jisung exhales a very long sigh against your throat, "You're going to kill me."

A breathless laugh bubbles out of you when he pulls away to shove his sweats down. Any trace of humour vanishes quickly when his cock smacks against his toned stomach. He's so hard that it looks painful, flushed an angry shade of red, and glistening with pre-cum. You can't help but stare. Your walls clamping down harshly around nothing.

"I thought you wanted to get fucked?" He asks with an arrogant grin on his stupidly handsome face.

"Shut up," you respond, lifting your hips and letting your shorts join the heap of clothing on your bedroom floor. It's your turn to feel a little smug when Jisung's eyes zero in on your pussy. You don't think you've ever been this wet in your entire life, and you're too far gone to have any semblance of self-consciousness or embarrassment.

Jisung returns to his position between your thighs before you can fire out any quips, his cock nudging your entrance causing your head to spin and a soft moan to slip from you. "Stop teasing," you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to his broad back.

"So-Sorry," is all the warning you receive before he very gradually starts sinking into you. god, it's never felt like this. Ever. With anyone else. Tears accumulate in your eyes, and a few roll down your face with every inch he pushes into you.

"Are you okay?" He asks lowly, kissing your cheek repeatedly and halting his movements.

"Yeah. Yes, Ji, I'm fine. Please don't stop," you practically moan, clawing into his back when he mumbles a curse and continues.

You can barely think, let alone breathe when he's fully sheathed inside of you. His cock pulsing inside of you violently and Jisung quivering above you, hushed moans of your name and whimpers being pressed into your shoulder. A whine hitting your ears when you squirm a little and tighten your hold around his waist.

"Wait, fuck. Wait, don't move," he moans, his hands grounding himself with his hold on your pillowy thighs. You struggle to comprehend his words. Everything is so muddled and overwhelming, and he just feels so fucking good, and he hasn't even moved yet.

At first, you assume Jisung's increase in sounds of pleasure and throbbing inside of you is just because he's as overwhelmed as you are. Every single nerve feeling like it's engulfed in flames. However, when his strained apologies register, you realise he came. Hot spurts of his cum flooding your eager pussy and open-mouthed kisses being pressed into your shoulder between apologies.

"Ji-Jisung,"

"I'm fuck I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happened. Fuck you must think I'm so pathetic-"

"Jisung, stop. It-It's okay. That was really hot actually," you mutter, and you mean it. If anything, you're flattered that you managed to make him cum so fast.

"What? Really?" He asks, blinking down at him. His pretty eyes beyond fucked out and sweat dotting his face. God, he's so pretty. Your pussy clenching involuntarily.

"Yea- Wait, are you still hard?" You ask, only realising now that he's still nestled deeply inside of you despite the cum that's gradually starting to dribble out of you.

He looks as shocked as you. Seemingly not realising that his own cock hadn't softened in the slightest. "Holy shit," he breathes, thrusting into you experimentally, drawing a whimper and your nails biting into his back in reaction.

"Remind me to go back to that bakery," he utters into your throat. Giving you little time to adjust before picking up his pace considerably. Between your wetness and his cum, he fucks into you easily. Your combined noises of pleasure echoing throughout your bedroom while you two lose yourselves in one another.

You've been teetering on the edge for what feels like ages. All it takes is for Jisung to find your sweet spot for your eyes to roll into the back of your head and your back to arch into him. Your lovely, lovely roommate fucking you through it all and exploiting your newly discovered weakness.

"That's it, baby," he groans into your ear, his hands holding you firmly in place and making you take each and every thrust he gives you, "You're taking me so well. You're doing so good."

Those words are going to be replaying in your mind for the rest of your life.

Your mind is utterly blank as the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced wreaks your body. Your thighs shaking violently, and your hands holding onto Jisung for dear life while you tighten around him. Fuck. Fuck. You're so full, and it's so much, but not enough at the same time.

"More, please. Jisung, please. I want more," you cry out, not caring in the slightest about the pathetic, desperate edge to your voice. All you're capable of thinking about is cumming on his cock over and over again and, him filling you with his cum until it's still leaking out of you days later.

"I've got you, baby," he whispers, the pet name he's grown a fondness for causing butterflies to arise in your stomach.

"We're far from being finished."

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yandere-wishes · 7 months

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Okay so not an ask more of a Headcanon based on observation and the character he is based on, but I see Honest Fellow as someone who would both idolize/emulate and resent the rich. By his design his clothes, while they pay homage to Honest John with the patchwork pantleg and the misding pinky tip on his one glove seem very well-kempt, on top of that his hat and cane are practically emaculate that cane alone couldn't have been cheap though I wouldn't put it passed the sly fox man to have either swindled someone out of it or stole it from them outright. Point is I'm getting wants to be a rich man but hates the rich people vibes.

All of that is set-up for my headcanon that if he ever had a S/O you can bet he would get them jewelry and expensive clothes. Basically just adorn them in finery he had acquired through whatever means (cough, likely stolen or purchased with dirty money, cough) and proudly have them stand by his side. The thought to use them as a pretty little lure to catch even bigger fish might cross his mind, but I doubt he'd ever use them like that. Personally, I feel like he'd be to possessive to do that even if his darling wanted to help like that, after all what if he let's them go off alone and someone tries to take advantage of his poor darling? He doesn't think they're weak or foolish per say but who could protect them better than him? I think he'd have a difficult time even leaving them alone with Gidelle (only 90 percent sure I got that right), of course he trusts Gidelle, well as much as he can truly trust anyone anyway, but he's the brains of the outfit and unless he's personally by his darlings side he won't ever be truly assured something won't go wrong.

Let's say that darling isn't quite so understanding or compliant, his possessive side would certainly get worse. He can't leave them alone for one second qhat if they try and sneak off. Perhaps to save his pride he'd be a bit delusional, they're just a sweet little naive skittish thing that doesn't know any better, possibly they've never known a love as deep and unshakable as his, it's only natural there would be a learning curve for them and who better than he to teach them? I highly doubt he'd ever use physical punishments on his darling, probably doesnt like punishing them as he thinks they are just still learning, but that doesn't mean he won't find other ways to punish them if necessary. I do think if they actively tried to run he wouldn't waste a minute getting something along the lines of a necklace with a chain, something fashionable but functional as a reminder while they're learning, if that reminder isn't enough though he might go for a bejeweled pet collar and leash. If all else fails isolation in a secure location with him as their only source of human, or well beastman, contact would certainly allow them to see how much they needed each other. Whatever he has to do to make them understand it'll all be worth it later once they're settled and he can spoil them like they deserve.

TLDR: Honest Fellow would love to lavish his S/O in (possibly ill-gotten) finery and would actively and proudly show them off on his arm. Everyone can look and admire, but only he is allowed to touch.

This has got to be the most effort anyone has ever put into something they sent in my ask box!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Okay so right off the bat let me say that YES!! This is canon I don't care what anyone says.

I can see him as "wanting what they have" but "not wanting to be them". Essentially he wants the ability to give his darling the best of everything. Yet still ultimately preserving his own "personality". Like you said Fellow hates the rich. They're insufferable, self-absorbed and loathsome, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave the glitz and glammer.

Now I can kinda see Fellow only really interacting with his darling at first to use her as bait. Winning her over with expensive gifts and pretty cloths (all from dirty money ofc) and sure darling does start to fall for his tricks. But here's the thing, the moment his darling begins to show the tinest interest in him Fellow FALLS HARDER!! All of a sudden he doesn't want ANYONE near his darling! Just him only him. Sooner or later his darling will start to feel suffocated, she'll be desperate to get away from him. Forsaking the pretty presents and charming "boyfriend" for just a moment of freedom. But Fellow's a sly fox, always one step ahead. He knows how to ensnare his darling before she's even run away.

Overall Fellow will lavish you, treat you like a queen, getting you anything you desire (through underhanded means) but you'll never be allowed to leave him. Forever trapped by his side on the island of pleasure…

Quick question is Fellow meant to be the same age as the third years or is he older??

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER TWO.

Let me examine all of you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

spoilers from gilbert's route.

trigger warning: suggestive.

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Gilbert: Yeah, it's delicious. The sweets you make are always delicious.

Lord Gilbert continues to eat a large amount of baked cookies without resting.

Unlike Rhodolite, the ingredients are not plentiful, so each cookie is thin.

Still, it is clearly a large amount for one person to eat.

(There is no problem with an appetite...)

(I'm glad you've properly regained your appetite.)

(….I’m really, really glad.)

Gilbert: Little rabbit, are you that sad when I eat sweets?

(You’re wrong….)

Emma: No, I'm rather happy. It's worth seeing you eating with such relish.

Emma: There's still a lot more, so please eat a lot!

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you?

I brewed a pot of rose tea with tea leaves that Lord Gilbert had brought from Rhodolite and offered it to him.

In order not to miss the taste of my hometown, he regularly purchases everything from the Country of Roses.

My surroundings are not completely obsidian.

(…..Every time I smell the scent of roses in the land of ore, I feel loved.)

The diplomatic relations between Rhodolite and Obsidian have only recently been restored.

Even so, there are still many restrictions, so it is difficult to obtain unless Lord Gilbert makes special arrangements.

When I relaxed my cheeks and sat down next to Lord Gilbert, for some reason – he was examining my face.

Gilbert: Now you look like me.

Emma: What kind of face is that...

Gilbert: If another man enters this place right now, I think I should kill him.

(What kind of face is that really!?)

If I had to see blood for that reason, I would be traumatized for the rest of my life.

When I tightened my expression, Lord Gilbert looked down and laughed.

Gilbert: It's all right. I've locked the door so no one can come in, you can like me as much as you want, okay?

Emma: When did you get the keys....

Gilbert: I don't want my time with you to be disturbed.

Lord Gilbert picked a cookie and pressed it on my lips.

I opened my mouth timidly and was slowly pushed in.

(Sweet—)

When it was half in my mouth, Lord Gilbert suddenly neared his face and quickly took the other half.

Not only my face, but also the tips of my ears are hot.

Gilbert: Ah... I got the face that I liked again.

Emma: Lord Gilbert!

Gilbert: Haha, you're not used to it, are you?

(...I'm beginning to feel that there is something wrong with my body more than with Lord Gilbert's.)

I force my racing heart to calm down with a cup of rose tea.

(An.....Anyway, I found out there is no problem with appetite.)

(The next thing I want to look into is——)

Gilbert: Good evening, little rabbit. Did you come for a night crawl?

In Lord Gilbert's regular checkup, the next thing I wanted to fill after his appetite was "sleep".

(Food and sleep are more important than anything else for health....)

(Once I fill this in, I should be able to report back to Walter.)

Emma: I'm not a night crawler. ......Can I sleep with you today?

(That's the quickest way to know if you're sleeping properly.)

Gilbert: Sure, why not?

Emma: Thank you very much!

Lord Gilbert , who was sitting up on the bed and reading a book, leaned over to the left side and patted the sheet.

When I approached without hesitation and sneaked in next to him, the book in his hands was closed.

Emma: Am I interrupting?

Gilbert: The book was just in the way.

Placing the book on the side table, Lord Gilbert hugs me.

My mind and body were tickled.

Emma: ….Have you been sleeping properly lately?

Gilbert: I wonder.

Emma: So you haven’t?

Gilbert: Some days I can sleep, some days I can't. However—

Lord Gilbert's hands on my shoulders casually tugs down my negligee.

(!?)

My breasts almost spilled out, and I hurriedly held them back.

Emma: What are you doing?!

Gilbert: The days I'm filled with you makes me sleep better.

Emma:……..

Gilbert: Didn't you say how much you’d be willing to pay for the night?

Emma:….Yes, I did.

Gilbert: You wouldn't lie to me, would you......?

(I'm going to miss the medical checkups.)

When I withdrew my hands, defeated by the sweet, pressured gaze, the negligee was pulled down to my waist in one fell swoop.

There are faint red marks on the skin exposed under the light.

Every time it disappeared, Lord Gilbert marks it again, so there was always a trace of night somewhere on my body.

Gilbert: Hehe, I think I can sleep well tonight.

Emma: .......That's good then.

(Me too….)

(…. I think I can sleep better tonight in many ways.)

Emma: Nn….

I woke up feeling the light behind my eyelids.

(….It’s morning….)

When I wake up my languid body, the blanket flutters off.

It was full of marks exposing to the sunlight and I pulled up in a hurry.

(Lord Gilbert is….)

Gilbert: Oh, you awake? Good morning.

He seemed to be writing something at his office desk.

A fresh smile spreads across his face.

Needless to say, he slept well last night.

(But if you woke up before me, you must have had a short sleep.....)

(I don't know if it's short to begin with, or if it just happened to be today, but just in case, let's report it to Walter.)

Emma:….Good morning.

Gilbert: You can find your clothes there.

He pointed his finger at the side table.

Instead of a negligee, a black dress was neatly folded.

It was a garment I had never seen before.

Emma: What's this?

Gilbert: I made it.

Emma: You made it….?

Gilbert: Yes. This time, I did everything by myself, from design to sewing.

(!?)

(He must be lying….No, Lord Gilbert doesn’t lie…..)

But this one-piece dress made of high-quality fabric is in no way inferior to one made by a first-class craftsman.

On the contrary, it was my favorite outfit with lovely rose patterns here and there.

(You can really make anything from guns to clothes...)

Gilbert: I've been thinking for a while that I hate to see you wearing clothes made by other people.

Emma: ….If you say that, it means I won't be able to wear any clothes.

Gilbert: It's okay. I'll prepare everything for you.

(The scary part is that it doesn't sound like a joke.)

Emma: ….Sooner or later, the shoes and props will all be handmade by Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: ……..

Gilbert: Shoes, huh? As long as I have the materials and tools, I can do it.

Emma: You’re kidding!?

(I never thought he would be jealous of a craftsman I didn't even know...)

If Lord Gilbert's medical checkup included "jealousy," it would definitely show abnormal results.

Emma: But thank you. I will cherish this dress.

Gilbert: You're welcome. Do you want me to help you change your clothes?

Emma: It’s fine!

Gilbert: Is it so wrong to spoil my lover?

Emma: I’ve been spoiled enough.

Gilbert:…..Liar.

(…..?)

His red eye narrowed sharply for a moment.

I was horrified, but I couldn't grasp what it meant.

Emma: Okay, here's what I've got. // Okay, this is what I’ve got.

After leaving Lord Gilbert's room, I filled in the approximate medical examination list and placed the documents in an envelope.

(Walter should be in the medical tower....let’s go.)

I quickly got up from my chair and opened the door, then...

Gilbert: You’re going to Walter, aren’t you?

Emma: ……..

(......Why is Lord Gilbert waiting for me at the front of the room?)

And as far as I could hear the tone of his voice, he seemed to be accusing me.

Gilbert: Haha, you think I didn't know about the checkup?

Emma: .....I thought you were meditating on me.

Gilbert: You're a big villain, why would you do such a kind of thing?

Gilbert: Taking the liberty of diagnosing me and trying to report to Walter without my permission...

Gilbert: You’ve been a bad little rabbit.

As I back away from the ominous feeling, the closed door touches my back.

He placed his both hands on the side of my head to block my escape.

Gilbert: Have you forgotten? I told you before that you can’t examine my body for free...

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hi sovo ;u; I hope it's okay if I ask you a shop question! So um, I'm lower on money than I've ever been and I'm too burnt out to do commissions for ppl due to personal stuff, but I feel like... if I made one charm or one sticker for a particularly huge fandom/movie that's out right now, and if I put it up as preorder and sold at least 20 keychains then I'd be able to pay my bills this month. but I've never sold physical merch before and I'm a little nervous to try it haha :'D

Would you recommend I try making an Etsy since it seems to have a large enough audience, or do you think I should try making my own website/shop? I'm definitely not ready to consistently sell things as a steady job yet, I thought I'd try literally just one single keychain or one sticker sheet (I already learned how to make those, thankfully) in order to pay my rent this month bc I've only got about a hundred dollars to my name sdflkfssdf;; and if it goes well then maybe I can try it again.

I'm also not quite sure how to price things? if I made a 3.5 inch acrylic charm with the little star shaped keychains like from Vograce, do people normally price those at $15 when they sell them? should I also account for shipping? I've also umm never shipped merch before and I'm so worried about somehow messing it up sldfjsf like I don't know what kind of envelopes I have to get or if I should even use my own address bc I'm so nervous about my personal info being out there, but I don't know if it's worth paying for a PO box if I'm so low on money already. if you have any tips on anything whatsoever, I would appreciate any feedback if you're not busy. But if you don't want to answer please don't worry about it ;u; anyway thank you so much for reading this I really appreciate you! ❤

no prob! here are my thoughts:

pros/cons of etsy:

apparently if you're new to selling on etsy, there's a probationary period where etsy withholds your profits for 3 months. i don't know anything about it personally since it started in 2020, but it seems that funds are only released when your shipped orders are scanned at the post office. i think i also remember hearing about other cases where payments aren't released at all for 3 months--and etsy customer service has a reputation of being difficult to get a hold of if you have a problem as a seller, so if etsy made a mistake with your shop, it may take even more months to resolve. since you have preorders in mind, i would hold off on etsy unless you can pay out of pocket.

etsy can drive traffic towards your listing for you (if you choose the right keywords--it's more difficult to be discovered just randomly if you don't).

they have high fees (for a $15 charm they'd take $1.88 in fees, which is 12.5%).

people may be cautious to buy from a shop that has no reviews yet, but many customers are protected by etsy's purchase protection and can be refunded at no cost to you if their order gets lost in the mail (provided that you ship with a tracking number and meet other criteria).

etsy will strongly recommend that you offer free shipping; ignore them. i don't think i've ever bought fanmerch with free shipping in my life, and their advice isn't geared towards sellers like us.

preorders don't work very well with etsy's system--iirc you're not supposed to do them (even though people still do, of course) but the main reason i remember is that the max processing time etsy lets you set per product (as in, the time between the customer purchasing the listing and you shipping it out) is 6 weeks. that means that the time you allow for customers to place their preorders, the time it takes for you to order and receive the merch, and the time it takes for you to ship out orders, all need to add up a max of 6 weeks, which was personally a difficult timeline for me to meet when making keychains. ofc, it's possible to extend the processing time, but going over the processing time may make it possible for customers to leave reviews/open cases early before you're even ready to ship out their orders, which could affect the reputation of your shop.

pros/cons of not etsy:

if you're not going with etsy, i've heard people recommend bigcartel, since it doesn't require a subscription like shopify or other places do. bigcartel's free plan is limited, but it should work for what you're looking for. another alternative might be ko-fi--i've heard that ko-fi shops aren't ideal for shipping out a large amount of orders, but since you're targeting just 20 i think it should be manageable.

ofc, you'll have to drive all your traffic yourself, so consider if you have enough of a following in your target fandom, or how you should go about getting your post noticed by your target fandom.

unlike etsy, shipping isn't auto-calculated, so i'd probably set a flat rate (in the US i'd expect $5). flat rates might make calculating your taxes just a little bit more complicated; in california at least, you have to pay taxes on the difference between the shipping you charge your customers and the shipping you actually pay to the post office, so iirc you either refund the extra shipping to the customer or hand it all over in taxes.

pricing:

yes, the standard price for ~3" acrylic keychains is $15, though i've also seen people go up to $16 or $17, especially on etsy where the fees are high.

shipping should be a separate cost, either auto-calculated for you (if you're on etsy/shopify) or a flat rate that you set based on shipping rates for your country, so in the end a customer might pay $15 + $5 = $20 in total.

unless most of your prospective customers are international, i'd recommend against shipping internationally to avoid dealing with customs forms, especially since you already have a lot of info to take in.

you can ship everything in a regular bubble mailer, though if you're just shipping stickers not keychains, a flat envelope should work fine. when shipping packages, you'll need to know the weight of each package, but you can just go by an estimate. a 3" acrylic keychain weighs about 1 oz (it weighs less than that, but they don't accept decimals) so i just multiply based on how many keychains are in an order. for usps at least, shipping is the same rate up until 10 oz iirc, so you don't need to weigh it super accurately. you could also always just go into the post office and have them weigh and label everything for you.

po box:

if regular PO box rates in your area are too high, you can also consider using a virtual po box; they go for about $10 per month at their most basic plans. if you're not expecting to get any mail redirected back to you, you should be able to just buy a month's subscription when you're ready to ship things out.

words of caution:

you probably already know this, but large fandoms can often be oversaturated by merch, so just choosing a large fandom might not be enough to guarantee a sale--you might have to stand out by, say, choosing a character who's in demand but doesn't have much fanmerch, having a funny meme concept, or having such a unique/attractive style that people can't help but want your fanmerch in particular. if you haven't already, i'd recommend looking around the market and seeing what's out there and decide why a buyer should choose your merch over anyone else's. though honestly, depending on your fandom, it could also not be this serious and not warrant much research--it all depends!

even if the preorder process works out and you get the funds to place the order, the manufacturer could always mess up on your order, which could lead to delays in your fulfillment and at worst, more expenses if you need to pay to get them remade. if it's easier to get sticker sheets made (like if you make them yourself/locally instead of ordering from overseas) they might be a safer choice of merch to make. ofc, i don't generally see sticker sheets up for preorder so you'd probably have to order them out of pocket and hope they sell, and you'll probably have to sell more of them than you would of keychains to get the same amount of profit. i don't know the whole situation, so i can't say anything definite about the risks/rewards between choosing to sell keychains and choosing to sell stickers.

#sovo answers #hope this helps!

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hi! I really like your writing! I hope you don't mind writing my first request from you 😅 I want a scenario for Sabo having a crush or falling in love with a member of the strawhat pirates🏴‍☠️☠️🦁 please and Thank you! Please keep up with the good hard work! You have my support!😊

hiiii (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ you’re so sweet, i’m glad you like my writing! also i love that you requested sabo, he’s the best idc what anyone says *biased* also omg thank you so much, i will def do my best to keep consistent to say the least lmao <3 anyway, i hope you enjoy :)

885 words, fem reader, sfw, something light, no (real) angst i promise; sabo is bad at emotions, ok, let him live

life has been relatively straight-forward for him; his goals have always been clear, his assessment of people concise and accurate, he’s kept himself in a box of sorts in order to hide certain parts of himself from his fellow revolutionaries. it’s dangerous work, made even more dangerous by the fact that he’s reunited with his younger brother after twelve years of being apart. weaknesses can be exploited and he hopes that luffy is the only weakness he’ll have moving forward; he can manage that — or, that’s what he tells himself before meeting you.

dressrosa is in shambles, but the people are elated regardless. being free from doflamingo and his wretched family’s oppressive reign has brought about a lightness to the people, especially with the assistance of the revolutionary army in handling some of the criminals who try to escape. sabo decides to spend a few extra days in the country, wanting to make sure he ties up all of his loose ends before leaving. koala insists on staying, but he manages to convince her to leave him behind — if too many of them are congregated together in one place, it’ll put a giant target on their backs.

and while koala attempts to refute his argument, sabo gives her a look that informs her that he’s done with the conversation entirely.

because luffy is still resting, you decide to head into town to purchase a few things. it’s on your short excursion that you run into sabo — bump into him, literally. his body is firm and sturdy, so you actually stumble but he catches you before you fall. you steady yourself and apologize profusely.

“sorry, i’m a little clumsy when i’m hungry,” you offer lamely, cheeks flushing lightly under his scrutinizing gaze.

“you’re a part of luffy’s crew,” he says in response, and you nod, not feeling the need to hide it; you’re proud to be a straw hat, and since the townspeople weren’t actively chasing you down, you don’t see a reason to not reveal that truth.

sabo extends a gloved hand outward and you shake it, a small smile tugging on your lips.

he introduces himself as luffy’s older brother, which shocks you, as you only thought he had the one brother. sabo, noticing your confusion, laughs softly and walks with you as you shop. for some reason, there’s a magnetic aura about you and he can’t seem to leave your side. the way you talk, the way you laugh at things freely, the animated way you move about. it’s all very interesting to him, which should have been the first warning, but he lives life dangerously, and the heart wants what the heart wants after all.

you’re surprised that someone as important as him is still hanging around, but you don’t question it openly, instead enjoying the time he’s spending with you. sabo is much more worldly than you’ll ever be, refined, with a deadly gracefulness that you should be wary of, but you’re not. if anything, you feel safe around him. a fact that unnerves you, but you push that thought to the back of your mind so you can properly ignore it.

he finds every excuse to hang around you, steals you away from the remnants of your crew to show you various spots around the island that he thinks you might find interesting. there’s a hint of childishness in his excitement, one that you can’t help but find sweet and charming; when he catches you watching him, it throws him off, and he stumbles over his words for the first time in a long time, until you place a hand on top of his and tell him to relax and laughing once you see his gaze soften.

on your last day in dressrosa, he comes by early to see you off, asks you to walk with him for a bit, so you oblige without hesitation. he seems a little nervous and actually can’t find the words to say; you tilt your head, watching him, amusement growing with each passing second. before long, you finally say, “i think i understand.”

blinking repeatedly, sabo’s eyes narrow a bit, mouth parting to ask you several questions at once, but you don’t give him the opportunity. you take a few steps forward, lean up and kiss him. whatever he wanted to say, whatever he was thinking previously, dissipates almost immediately. if he wasn’t so sure that he was already awake, he’d think this was a dream. but, rather than lose his nerve, sabo pulls you closer to him and returns your kiss with one that he hopes will convey just a bit of what he feels. you kiss him until you can’t breathe, and then kiss him again. when you finally pull apart, you pat his chest gently, and press your lips to his ear.

“this isn’t goodbye,” you say a little softly, a bit melancholic, “so you better not forget me.”

he laughs at that, head turning to kiss you again, lips moving as he makes a promise to never forget you, no matter how long you spend apart. and, even though you know there is a possibility you might never see him again, you hold that promise in your heart and tuck it away safely for the day you reunite with him.

#short and sweet bc that's how i roll these days #fic request #sabo the revolutionary #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x y/n #sabo x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo fluff #one piece fluff #mredflame99

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braisedhoney · 1 year

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I'm very curious, what kind of animation program do you use?

I personally also animate and use a program called Blender, it's both good for 2D and 3D animation and is both friendly for beginners and more experienced people, once you start understanding all of the controls

(Also, your animations look amazing and I love your content!)

ooh okay, so if you'd asked me this about two or three months ago i would have said procreate, (which is actually what i still used for this one bc i procrastinated trying other programs even after i snagged them... oof.)

anyway a few months back i was introduced to a program called toonsquid, which is an ipad app. it's probably one of the most intuitive (for a procreate user anyway) animation apps i've ever seen. i've never really got on well with flipaclip no matter how hard i tried, so i was blown away by the capabilities of toonsquid in comparison (i was even able to transfer a brush or two into it, tho i did have to manually edit them so they would behave). that's what i used for the animation i just posted.

it's paid, but i personally don't mind that since it's a one time purchase atm and not a subscription model. there are a bunch of youtube videos out there for tutorials too, so i've been having a great time now that i finally gave in and swapped. i've heard a lot about blender over the years, but since i do basically everything on my ipad i've never had the chance to test it.

(thank you btw!! they're definitely not where i want them to be yet, but swapping to a program that actually imports audio has been a godsend ;; lipsync is so much easier that it hurts lol)

#ney's art tips (art questions)#ney's chatter (ask answers)#hope this helps!#i know a lot of people absolutely love blender #personally can't say if it's any good or not #but between that and like... toonboom?#the animation scene seems really broad #i'm just here to experiment—there are loads of people with more experience that would probably be of more help #case in point: before now i would literally count the seconds for each mouth movement #and just cross my fingers before i imported it into a seperate editing program #whiiiich is why the first real animation i did is slightly off #lol

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bahja-blix · 6 months

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Scammer Alert

On November 15 2023 of 7:18 PM I got a costumer who purchased a Loona Keychain I had lost connection with so I had decided to sell her giving another person in the world an opportunity to have the Loona item. Since the holidays were slow I've shipped aka purchased a shipping label a few days later on the 18th considering its winter and I have no car to drive to the post office and also included my job hours within the day plus my parents health conditions. On November 18th 2023 I had messaged the person kindly about their order updating them on everything and explained to them their order will come regardless as a business promise even telling them I will be including evidence after I had gotten home via Mum since I again, can't drive to and from. Later on within the same day on the 18th at nearly 6PM the person wanted to cancel their order out of nowhere which confused me on why however I didn't think much of it and proceeded to refund them which to they replied "Thanks!!". Since Black Friday was in season I've decided to lower my prices on all items listed I've disconnected with or want to give an opportunity for others to have, so I did !! And after I've done that the Exact same person ordered from me again with the Exact same username attached. Personally I was skeptical on even letting them purchase from me because of what happened last time but I Thought they had changed their mind not knowing at all that the reason the came back was because I've lowered my prices... but I accepted anyway when I shouldn't have which was my fault. I am new so I'm learning still. Everything goes well with the order even though I had a bad gut feeling. On November 23th 2023 I got to actually provide pictures of their order and took pictures of the post office and they were happy. I thought me and the customer were on good terms as of November 27th 2023... we weren't :((( because on December 2nd of 2023 at 5:19 PM the same person who ordered, turned around to cancel, only to miraculously buy from me again, wanted a full refund Directly after the package was delivered....... 🤯🤯🤯 I was personally hurt and shocked by this being as I was very nice and kind to this person who I thought had a change of heart for the item however, that wasn't the case. So I went to one of my really good friends to get a second opinion on the matter and got some advice to guide me.

The Second Opinion

Here's how the conversation with one of my good friends went for more evidence

Turns out I was right. I was dealing with someone who was selfish and wanted free stuff

and Yes!! This person is really fucking trying to get that refund Lmao. I legit have a feeling that the item will either be something completely different or nothing at all.

Why did I share this info to my audience?

Simply to spread awareness ^w^

People who try to scam others for free stuff try to Intimidate, harass, or try to make you afraid of them when in reality most of the time they have NO POWER especially if you have evidence right by your side. Don't be afraid of people like this. People get scammed all the time because this is the internet were talking about however, the best thing to do is

Stay calm, don't let the scammer get under your skin

Report the scammer with all evidence present at your finger tips

Need advice from someone you trust? Do what I did to get a second opinion on the matter

I hope this helps !! If you would like to support me then you may share this post anywhere anytime

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homomenhommes · 4 months

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STORY: If you can’t love me at my worst

As per usual the subject matter is mind control, heathen perversions, same-sex desire.

"So, what's up? You have time to talk?" The familiar female voice on the phone taunted Kev, who was seated in the front seat of his car in a bank parking lot.

"Not really, I think there's something weird going on with my checking account. I just got to the bank actually. Headed in."

"Weird how?"

"Well I was at a loss as to what to get Tony for his birthday--"

"World's hardest man to shop for, you've said before."

"Yeah, but I really, really want to make this birthday special. I just think the relationship is at a really good place, and it's important to me he knows he's not taken for granted, you know?"

"I don't think think that's a worry. You positively fawn over him. You two are so sweet together you're obnoxious."

"Thanks. I guess." He stifled a self-deprecating laugh. "Anyway, I decided to rent a luxury hotel room downtown for tonight--"

"Sexy!" Her voice rang out, making him roll his eyes. Sometimes Marie's efforts to be the cool female friend were just too much.

"--but," he rushed to add, wanting to get the conversation back on track, "when I went to use my debit card to book it, it was declined. Then when I went to check the balance, my e-banking info was rejected."

Suddenly Marie was concerned. "You don't think it's identity theft, do you?"

Kev pushed through the front doors of the bank. "God I hope not. That's the last thing I need. Because I don't really have time to find a backup gift, and if there's a problem with the account--"

"Then you can use my card number and pay me back later---" Marie chimed, helpful as ever.

“Oh, you're the best! Hopefully it won't come to that though." Now Kev was standing in line, waiting for a teller. Mercifully, there were only two customers ahead of him.

"Babe, I've known you since high school. Still owe you for letting me cheat off your tests in trig."

"Miss Albert's class!" He laughed. "Look, you're awesome, and all, but I think I gotta go!" He was shuffling up towards the head of the line already.

"Give me a call when this is done and let me know what happens, alright? You know I worry."

"Will do," he answered, and grinned despite himself. What would he do without Marie?

Looking up, the teller beamed at him, and asked "How can I help you today?" Kevin sighed, and resigned himself to the fact that there was no way he could say what he had to next without sounding like someone completely clueless, or unable to plan his life like an adult. "Okay, so my card was just declined for insufficient funds when I tried to make an internet purchase. But that's impossible. I work, I have direct deposit, and I hardly ever use this account. Seriously, by this point I should have several thousand dollars in it."

"Can I see your card?" Kev was already pulling it out. "Sure." And with that he slid it across the counter. The teller pursed his lips as he typed in a number. "Um, it's not showing any direct deposit on the account."

"That's crazy!"

"Yeah," the teller repeated, only mildly concerned. "According to this, there's not been any deposits made since October 2021."

"No, that's not possible." With that, Kev was starting to become exercised.

"Are you sure there's not another account you might be thinking of? Perhaps even one at a different bank?"

"No, of course not. I know where my bank account is."

"Then I don't know really how to help you from here. Probably the thing to do is to contact your employer. It seems very likely they misfiled the paperwork for your direct deposit, and because you don't use the account that often, you just never discovered it."

This made Kev only panic more. "Holy shit, that has to be it." His find swam at the thought of permanently losing that much salary. It couldn't be possible, could it? There had to be a solution.

"Thanks," Kev added, before recovering his card and turning on his heels to positively run out the door.

Who to see at the company about this? HR? He didn't want to bring it up to his direct superiors, it didn't show him in a terribly competent, hands-on light. In a flash, Kev knew what he would do. He would make a rare venture into the office, go to the seventh floor HR suite, and ask them directly. If he called, he knew he would be put off until after the weekend. If he showed up and made a proper nuisance of himself, there was still an outside chance his romantic weekend could happen, somehow.

Kev had positively leapt into the car and was backing out of the parking spot when the phone rang again.

“So what did they say?" It was Marie, again. "Is everything cool?"

He hated himself immediately but Kev snapped. "No everything is definitely not cool. I'm headed to the office to take care of this. Look, I'm going to have to call you back. This is looking like a bigger shitstorm than ever."

"Okay," she answered, plainly a bit miffed.

He'd worry about smoothing things out with Marie later. Instead now Kev tried to still his heart as he pulled onto the beltline and drove the short distance to the office, where he had hardly been since he interviewed. Maybe that was the problem? Maybe they had felt comfortable handling his paperwork negligently because, out of sight, out of mind? Somehow that didn't make sense to him.

Finally, trying to will his heart to slow down, he pulled into a parking space and jumped out. HR is on the seventh floor, he reminded himself, and he charged past the building's directory on the wall adjacent to the elevators. It was gradually dawning on him that the hotel room could be the least of his worries. The doors closed and opened and closed again. People entered and others exited. Before he knew it, they were on the seventh floor. The elevator doors opened, onto a scene absolutely unfamiliar.

He stepped out. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" A woman in a pristine office faced the elevator door. The scene was absolutely unfamiliar.

"Hi, I was under the impression this floor was part of a suite of offices for an employment and recruiting analytics firm?" Kev was working now to hide his spreading alarm.

The woman flashed an apologetic smile. "Well I'm sorry, it's a nephrologist's office."

Kev's eyes darted back and forth. "Perhaps I'm just on the wrong floor?" She shrugged. "Seven?" She added.

Not quite ready to accept, he screwed his face up, and made another attempt to make sense of what was happening: "How long has this...been here?"

“I've been working here for five years sir, and this has been our office the whole time."

With that, Kev turned around and started jamming his finger on the elevator call button. Almost immediately it appeared. He tried not to hyperventilate as he jumped on, and rode it down, wondering what could be wrong. When it reached the lobby, he jumped out and scoured the directory. The name of the company he worked for was nowhere to be seen.

Trembling all over, he yanked out his phone, pulled up its web browser. He typed in his employer's name, expecting to find the familiar home page. Nothing.

Kev started letting out hard ragged breaths. He founded himself struggling not to hyperventilate. What was happening?

Dumbfounded, he slowly backed his way to a bench on the opposite side of the building's lobby. Roughly, he sat down on the bench. Marie. Marie would know. He punched to call the last number in the recent calls list. He steeled himself, part of him worried it would somehow be a wrong number. That somehow, every part of his life was getting stripped away, bit by bit.

"So, did you get it straightened out? What's going on?"

"Oh my God, this is getting crazier and crazier. So the reason there's no money in my account is because I' haven't been getting paid, and I went to what's supposed to be the company's office and the people here are saying it's not here. And just now, I checked the company's web page and it turns out that doesn't exist either."

"What the what?" There was no trace of humor at all in Marie's surprise.

"I think I'm losing my mind."

"Or that this is some kind of fraud! Don't freak out. Just stay calm and work it through, alright?" Marie offered. "Have they taken money out of your account? Are you overdrawn?"

"No, they just haven't paid me. As it turns out, like, ever."

"Oh." Marie sounded puzzled. "How can that be? Do you mind my asking?"

"Tony's job is good enough he likes to pay for a lot of the bills and ordinary living expenses. Financially, I do kind of lean on him, though he doesn't seem to mind. But it's honestly one reason I wanted to splurge on dinner and the hotel room tonight. Also, to be honest his work is so intense we don't really do that much travel--"

"Hey, you know what?" Marie offered. "You still have access to your office intranet at home, right?"

"I should, if it's not been turned into a goddamned pumpkin." Kev's laughter was bitter.

"Then try that." Marie's tone was thoughtful. "And you know, it's still possible this could be some big misunderstanding."

"I will." Kev took a deep breath, got his composure, steeled himself. "And thanks."

"No reason to thank me, I'm just telling you to keep your cool and work the problem, okay?"

"Okay."

"And next week over drinks I expect you to listen to all my boring straight people dating shenanigans, and no eye-rolling this time, right?"

Kev laughed, as much at himself as her.

He had stood up and was walking out of the building (maybe there were others nearby that looked just like this one, and he had somehow become confused as to the address?) when his phone buzzed again. This time it was Tony.

"Hi," Kev said preemptively, his attempt to seem nonchalant failing miserably.

"That is not the greeting of a man having a good day."

He couldn't tell him. He had no idea how to go into it all. The worse part of it was, he knew Tony would take it with that same air of cheerful patience he took everything. He would be reassured it was no big deal. And somehow, Tony's calm would make it all worse. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Well, I have decided working on my birthday is for the fucking birds. I am headed out of here in like fifteen, do you want to meet at the restaurant early? The sooner we finish drinks, the sooner we get to dinner, and then the sooner I can get around to fucking your brains out."

"Oh, wow." Kev bit his lip. "That sounds great. It's just--"

"What? I can tell when something is wrong with you."

"Just a little thing at work. I'll head over as soon as I can. Promise." He hated lying to Tony. The little thing at work might be that there was no work.

"Okay."

"See you soon." By now Kev was at his car, getting in. He hoped that when he reached the house he would find the company intranet on his laptop and everything in its place. This would all be some huge misunderstanding. Then it occurred to him he had his phone with him, he had talked to these people on it, their numbers would still be on there.

Pulling up his phone's contact list as he got on the highway to head back to the house he shared with Tony, he almost swerved into the lane with oncoming traffic. The numbers he had expected to find, the work numbers, were not there.

"Fuck my life," he rasped. He had no idea what was happening. It was one thing that money in the checking account he barely used was not there. Or that the offices he had visited once or twice were not where they were supposed to be.

But this was the phone he used every day, the numbers he had used just yesterday, and now Kev seemed to face the real possibility that either someone was interfering with his possessions in a way he could scarcely think possible, or the world was not what he thought it was.

So distressing was either of these options Kev tried not to think, about anything, as he drove home.

Pulling into the ranch house's long cement driveway, he jumped out and ran to the door. He dropped his keys not once but twice on the landing as he struggled to unlock the door. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he breathed to himself.

Inside, he saw his laptop on the desk staring back at him, in the front sitting room they had converted into his home office when they moved in. Before, the neatness of the space had always seemed convenient and reassuring, the consequence of a worklife that existed entirely in the virtual.

Of course, now that worklife seemed virtual in very much the wrong way.

He sat down at his desk, drew in a deep breath, and looked out at the summer pink blossoms on the jacaranda tree. It would be there, it would be there, it would be there, he thought. He woke up the machine, but found it had turned itself off and would have to be restarted.

It seemed like interminable hours waiting for it to get to the desktop. Kev clicked the internet, expecting for it to open up to the polished corporate webpage he knew so well.

But the internet on the computer was not working. "Fuck," he couldn't believe it. The icon in the bottom right of the screen informed him the home network was offline. The only thing to do was reboot it at the router. Kev hated this by itself as much as he did all the rest of it. The router was in the house's unfinished half-basement. Kev couldn't hang a reason on it, but he hated going down there. Whenever fuse box, hot water heater or router was involved, he would much rather send Tony than go himself. It had become such a preoccupation Tony had taken to chastising Kev for being scared of ghosts.

But if that was what it took to find out an answer to this mystery, Kev thought, fucking bring on the ghosts.

He walked to the door to the basement, opened it, and descended the creaky wooden steps. If he remembered correctly, the router would be by a phone jack in the far corner--

He turned off the basement steps and surveyed what he had thought was an unfinished basement.

Staring him directly in the face was what he could only describe as a bondage box. It was perhaps five feet tall, four deep and four wide. The locking front, with straps and padlocks hanging, was open. Inside, Kev could see the seat, with more straps and buckles for arms, legs and chest. There was a hole on top of the box where clearly a person's head was supposed to stick out.

Behind the box was an impressive array of hoods, blindfolds, goggles, gags and tubes. Clearly, it was all Tony's. And Tony was into some sick shit.

Turning to his right, Kev saw a padded bondage bed with more buckles. There were also clothesracks. On one there was clearly the gear and uniforms of a very serious leather master: the tunics, the breeches, the codpieces. Behind it were racks for peaked caps, boots and other accoutrements, including whips. Seeing it made Kev's gorge rise.

Next to the one clothesrack, Kev saw another, with a few, less decorated uniforms, but more jockstraps, and several catsuits and hentai. At the other end of the space, underneath the stairs he had first descended, Kev found a small seating area, with what he took to be ratty thrift store furniture. He walked over. Pinned on a bulletin board over it was a selection of maybe twenty photos.

Kev walked up to it. They were all taken at various kinky street fairs. One seemed to be Berlin, or so Kev assumed from the German signage on the awnings. They all featured Tony, standing next to another man, all in rubber, or sometimes leather. Tony always seemed to be grinning, holding a beer, or grabbing some of this other man's ass.

Suddenly the rage just boiled over. Kev pulled out his phone and called Tony back. "Hey," he said, barely able to hide his rage.

"Hey," came Tony's answer.

"I'm in the basement," Kev said, his tone making of the simple words a fierce accusation.

"And I'm at the restaurant," Tony replied, pleasant and matter-of-fact.

"I can't fucking believe you," Kev started to cry. "That you'd do this to me. To us. I don't even know how you managed to turn this place is into your fucking s&m dungeon without my knowing about it, much less get these fucking whores in and out of here--"

He was interrupted by roars of laugher from the other end of the phone.

"What the hell?" Kev was really hurt. "This is funny to you?"

"Kinda," Tony answered. "Yes. Yes it is. Anyway, when are you getting here? The satay just arrived, and it is phenomenal."

"Fuck you." And with that Kev hung up on Tony.

At one end of the little seating area, with its cozy deep-set couch, a bean bag chair, and--Kev noticed--a mini-fridge for wine and beer, was a low bookshelf. It was filled with binders. He pulled one out. As near as he could tell, it contained page after page of loose-leaf notes such as what a therapist might make.

Screwing his face up, he didn't understand.

Then he saw the binder next to it. It had the name of his employer on it. He pulled it out, opened it, and found only a few pages inside. The photos from the corporate home page, plainly harvested from a stock photo website. The pics and icons of the people he worked with, likewise. One or two of the closer coworkers, he noticed weren't based on stock photos. Those were guys Tony had addressed in notes written on the blank page by the printouts: "Tell Eric not to lay it on so thick," read one handwritten comment.

Kev's phone buzzed again. It was Marie. Thank God.

"My God, I'm so glad it's you. I think my life is falling apart. Nothing makes sense. Can I come stay at your place tonight?"

"Always, baby." The voice was Tony's.

"What the fuck? Why are you calling me from Marie's number?" Kev felt he was being pushed way, way too far.

"There is no Marie."

"The fuck there isn't. I've known her since I was sixteen."

"I came up with Marie last summer. I concocted her as a way to keep tabs on what was going on in your head while you were in waking mode. I'm glad you got so much out of it."

"No, no, no, no--"

Kev's answer was a warm chuckle from Tony. "I will be glad to sit you down and explain all of it. Here, at the restaurant. Sometime before I die of hunger."

"Fuck you!" Kev cried out.

"Oh, we'll be getting to that. Definitely." Tony sighed, absolutely calm, in stark contrast to the sobs pouring out of Kev. "But for now, these are your instructions. You will find, hanging in the closet by the stairs you came down, a neck-entry rubber suit. It should look pretty great because I had you polish it yesterday."

"I was at work yesterday--"

"Wow, yeah, you are not the quickest on the uptake, are you babe?"

The sudden realization made Kev's whole body go numb. It was like the information could not fit in his head. He couldn't form the words--

"So," Tony continued, calm as anything, "here it what you are going to do now. You are going to find the suit I was just describing. You will find in that same closet some baby powder and some lube. You will put both on to help you get into the suit. The suit will have an open ass, you are not to wear anything under or over it, or put on any other clothes. You are also to wear the leather boots in the same closet, with socks. You can bring your wallet and keys with you because you will need a driver's license in case you are stopped. But I want you to come to the restaurant, dressed as I have described to you just now, and meet me, and we will have a nice dinner, just as we planned."

"Oh, we are, are we?" Kev couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes we fucking are."

"Tony, I'm not one of your fucking pervert subs you can just order the fuck around!" Kev was spitting with passion.

Tony answered, still serene and mirthful, even: "No, you're not. You're not a sub at all. You're my drone. My creation. My control over you is absolute and complete."

"Oh, it is, is it?"

"Yes. I'm going to leave you to find that out for yourself. And don't worry about the gift you were planning, or about any gift at all. In case it's not completely clear to you, you're it." With that, Tony hung up.

Kev plunged down onto the couch in the basement, buried his face in his hands, and roared. He didn't understand. He didn't understand any of it. What was happening?

He wanted to call Marie, but then he remembered Marie wasn't real. Or had that just been something Tony had told him?

Gradually, he started to feel something like static in his head. Something telling him Tony was waiting, and it was such a bad idea to keep him waiting. He started to feel guilty because Tony was waiting. And that guilt became a crushing wave. Because he owed Tony everything.

Trying to escape it, he looked up at the bulletin board over his head, craned his neck and then turned and kneeled with his knees on the cushions and looked at the photos.

It was the same hooded figure in all the photos. And he could tell, from the build and the stance and the mannerisms, who is was.

Epilogue

It was like a cord, tied around his waist, pulling Kev forward. He disregarded the hard stare from the restaurant's hostess, the chorus of murmurs at how he was dressed, which only swelled as he passed with his ass bare.

Like Tony was the only man in the world, he made his way to him. And he found him at a table at the corner. He had already finished his entree, the ruin of the large meal in front of him.

Ostentatiously, Tony took out a handkerchief and put it over the chair, a mocking smile on his face, and gestured for him to sit down.

"What did you do to me?"

"I think you know."

"Fuck."

Tony took a long sip from a gin and tonic. "When I met you two years ago, I knew you were perfect."

"Wait, we've been together five years," Kev chided, and then with a shudder of horror, he understood. "But," Kev interjected, "I'm not into this. I'm not into any of this."

"Well," Tony added, rattling the ice in his glass, "you are now. You're just not aware that you are. I've installed a really interesting set of addictions in your brain that you're going to need to satisfy pretty much constantly from now on."

Kev looked like he was about to start crying again. "But, couldn't you have found someone who was?"

"Oh what would have been the point of that? 'Spank me Daddy, fuck me, dominate me?' All that bullshit gets old after a while. I wanted to install a new set of drives in a human subject, ones totally alien to the preferences already there. Of course while I did so, I couldn't have you aware."

"So" he continued, "I concocted the story about the job, had a few of my friends play-act a few interactions to establish a foundation, and from there it was surprisingly easy. You would finish the day thinking you had done eight hours at a cushy work-from-home gig, when actually you had been undergoing intensive conditioning. Mostly in the box at first, but gradually I let you out and let you take on more of the household duties. You honestly never wondered how that house stayed clean?"

"No."

"The most important thing for you to know is, I wanted the project, I wanted the difficulty, I wanted the duration. At the start it really just took a bit of chloroform, a bit of bondage, and using bushleague brainwashing to build the unconscious preferences and blind spots I could exploit later. It took a lot for you to build up the resolve today to explore the basement, never think I don't appreciate that.

The really hard part was separating you from your actual family and friends, and doing so in a way that didn't invite legal trouble. Your parents never even knew I existed." Kev stared at the table, and moaned. "What are you talking about? My parents are dead, they died in a wreck when I was in college."

"Sure Brian," Tony grinned. "Sure."

"What the fuck?" Kev squealed.

"Um, can I start you off with a drink, sir?" The waiter had been standing at the other end of the table, unnoticed, for several moments.

"He'll have a martini," Tony replied, with a reassuring smile. The waiter sped away.

Tony glanced over at Kev. "You seem a bit on edge," he joked, a twinkle in his eye. "You need a drink."

"So are you just going to make me forget everything? Tomorrow, am I just going to be back to having conversations with a woman who's not there and thinking I've worked all day when really you've been brainwashing me?" Kev couldn't hide the resentment in his voice.

"No," Tony shook his head and bit his lip with excitement. "No. You are well past all that. I only ever intended the cover stories as a kind of scaffold while I built the real structure, which is your compulsive need to serve me, to make me happy, and to sexually enjoy my control over you. With that in place, I don't need to hide anything from you. This is your life now, your whole life."

"So, I'm just going to go the rest of my life knowing everything you've done to me."

"No, you're going to go the rest of your life knowing everything I've done for you."

Hearing this, Kev heaved a sigh, and his shoulders dropped. Tony resumed: "It doesn't matter if you fantasized about your current state from the time you were old enough to get an erection, or not. From here on out, you will receive intense gratification, sexually and emotionally, from your service to me. You will live in a state of intense happiness for the rest of your life, because I have pruned your consciousness to live in that shape. Tell me, how did it feel just now to walk from the door to this table?

Kev declined to answer.

"I thought so."

They sat there for a long pause. "So, this is my birthday, but you are the one receiving gifts. First, we are going to make some changes to go along with our new status. You are no longer Kevin, and I don't really want to have Brian back. Brian was a piece of work in some ways, if you ask me. We're just going to do away with any notion of you having a name. You will refer to yourself in the third person all the time, and you are an it. Clear?"

It sat there, dumbfounded. Eventually, despite its best efforts, the words forced their way out its mouth: “Thank you sir.”

"How do you feel about that?"

It couldn't bring itself to say anything. But a wave of joy rippled through its very flesh.

"I thought so," Tony grinned. "Now, before we go home, I want you to get down under this table and give me a blow job. There's a full tablecloth, and I slipped the waiter a hundred before you arrived."

"But we, we come here all the time," it mewled.

"That's the point."

Humiliated, it slid off the chair on which he had been sitting and vanished beneath the dark tablecloth at the edge of the restaurant. Making its way towards Tony’s crotch, he reached out his hands to undo the fly.

At that moment, life suddenly felt somehow perfect.

#gay story #french #style #litterature #english literature

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marylairre · 4 months

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Hey I just wanted to let you know that adding the disclaimer to the poll wasn’t a call out or a personal attack or anything, what you said was valid I just didn’t want to be the cause of anyone potentially purchasing something that could be unsafe without making them aware, you know. I’d feel awful about it. Thank you for the info tho and tbh I’m kinda jealous. I would love to own a Muggan lol <3

Hey, no worries about it! I don't really look at anything online as a personal attack unless it is genuinely aggressive and aimed at me personally. Adding a disclaimer to a post that is yours originally is also completely fine, it is your post, do whatever you want with it ^^

Reason I removed my reblog/comment is because I don't want to get caught up in discourse, which might occur. It wouldn't be the first time and I pretty much broke my personal rule of don't be a know it all online in commenting, which I didn't much fancy. Personal choice, I wasn't mad at you, promise.

As for the mugs... I personally feel like the lead paint thing has kind of been blown out of proportion by the internet, almost like a meme. I understand the concern but as far as I am aware, the mugs are fine to use. From what I remember of the brief period I followed a study involving ceramics is that the lead of the paint when fired right gets absorbed by/baked into the clay and the glaze seals it off, basically. Only if you properly damage the glaze could you potentially inhale lead when drinking from it. And even then, that is a calculated risk with mass manufactured processes, as the amount of lead is so small you'll need to be really unlucky to get poisoning from it. Again, this is a mass manufactured set of mugs licensed by the BBC. I couldn't decipher the exact dates of release but most websites that list them are from 2013. Rules on lead paint use were already much stricter by then. I doubt the BBC would have gotten away with selling these en-masse if there was a genuine health risk involved. I've also never seen a report anywhere of anyone having suffered serious health consequences as a result of using one of these. If it had happened, we would likely have heard of such a thing by now. If there has been an incident I missed it and was unable to find anything on it, I wouldn't mind hearing it (genuinely).

Though, all that aside, I can more than understand people wanting to be careful with them, especially as awareness around these topics has grown over the years. To each their own. If it doesn't feel safe or you have doubts, just don't use them.

Anyway, if you want one even if just for decoration, some shops still sell them. I got mine from TheWhoShop when I visited them. They ship out, but don't have their entire catalogue online as it literally is too much to list. You could always shoot them a message if you're curious. Their response time is ridiculously fast on most days and the staff is very kind. I've been a happy customer of theirs for several years now.

#ask #answered #tinkerbitch69

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tiredsalaryman · 6 months

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11/22 (Wed) TS blog #1

Good morning. 🌞

This is Tired Salaryman Tim.🕴

Welcome to my journal series where I talk about points of the day related to my fortune. Sometimes, I may say beyond that.

Today's ranking: 12

When it comes to love, I seem inexperienced. I have been told before I hold myself in a very practical and rational manner. Because of this, I am also told I can be very cold and intimidating. These are qualities I do not think are so bad. My personality gives me peace and space from others who may think to try funny business. 😑

I think I love people affably and show kindness and respect to everyone at first, then whoever decides to reciprocate will realize I can offer more. There is no big science to it for me. 🤔

My best friend and I were speaking via SNS last night. I am sick with a cold, so my cognition is not very good. I think they were joking? 🤡

For this season, they are in a lovey dovey phase, and it is strange to be on the receiving end sometimes. 🤨

I am uncomfortable being referred to as "baby" or "daddy." I almost said something I would regret when they started calling me pet names. Feelings can be volatile if one does not concentrate but I remembered my fortune advice in time.

I erased my message and made my request to them in a comedic manner instead. "Do I look like I enjoy taking care of infants? Also, I am an old man. Don't call me baby or daddy. Call me grandpa." 👴

I am setting my boundaries as an old man that I do not want to be anyone's father. Ocassionally, I am called in for babysitting services, and that is as much as I am willing to do. 🤷

I said, it is strange to be called daddy anyway. My mother is still alive and my father is deceased. I love them both dearly and I have no desire to be called anything similarly, especially from someone only a few years younger than me. 😩

I have read manhwa and seen media where this can be sexy or like a meme joke, but I do not think it is personally to my taste. I want to vomit a little every time someone thinks I should have paternal responsibility in a relationship. I just want to take care of my friends without the romantic affiliation, thank you. 💔

Moving to the other portion of my fortune. Cleaning the kitchen is my task for today. Even if I am sick, I should be able to do as much as I can. I had moved to a new apartment recently and I use the kitchen a lot. Because of this, it has also become a dumping ground... 💀

There are boxes everywhere, clean dishes drying on the counter and dishwasher, the floors need to be swept and mopped, and miscellaneous items not for the kitchen should be put away. 🗑

I am slowly starting to lose my mind from the disorderly mess. Hopefully, will save myself in time. 🫠

【Credits】

Illustration by Amy Wong @tofu.pants on Instagram.

They offered to illustrate some entries of my blog and I am grateful for their support. We have formed a mutually accountable relationship in that they wish to draw daily and I wish to journal daily.

I am hoping to illustrate my own works as well and recently purchased a graphics tablet to start me on this habit of daily doodles.

I will not promise to be consistent because life just makes me tired sometimes.

TS Radio random song of the day:

#home & lifestyle #relationship #oha asa #safe space #aromantic #Spotify #tofu.pants art #tiredsalaryman blog #dear diary

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miutonium · 8 months

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I saw your recent watercolor art and scrolled through your watercolor tag and lemme tell you I adore it so much! You're so good at it! 💖 Do you have any tips for watercolor and is there any brand you recommend for me since my watercolor paint never look as bright as yours! 💖💖💖

Thank you! I actually wrote my painting process here but here's some watercolor tips that I wish someone told me when I started painting like uhhhh 1725192719 years ago:

1. You will need to learn/do a recap on color wheel. Basically, we learned that there's 3 primary colors which is red, blue and yellow and basically mixing those two will create a secondary color (green, purple, orange) and mixing both secondary and primary will create tertiary colors (look it up theres like a few tons of colors hhhh) but shhh listen, Primary Colors also have Warm and Cool tones.

I grabbed this pic from Google since im on my phone rn but anyway, notice that even blue has a warm red undertone. Ever wonder why whenever you mix red and blue watercolor it never creates the perfect purple in your mind but a muddy red-brown shade? That is because you mix both warm red and blue instead of cool red and blue and purple is a cool tone.

This picture i grabbed from watercolor affairs demonstrates how secondary color looks like when you mix warm and cool blue red together.

Not my picture again but anywayyy I really recommend you try to make a color chart of mixing each primary colors with warm and cool undertones because it really helps me figuring out which color should i mix to create a specific color. The watercolor chart you see people do all the time may look intimidating but trust me it's actually easy when you understand what each rows meant.

2. Have scrap watercolor paper ready whenever you paint! Sometimes you need to do a quick swatch of the paint you mixed so you don't accidentally paint the wrong color.

3. DITCH THOSE WATER BRUSH!! I'm talking about the Pentel Aquash Waterbrush. If you are just starting on watercolor I am sooo serious, ditch those brush, don't even LOOK at it. Do not pass, do not collect $200, just GO. Keep it away from your hands until you can control your water on the brush. Unless you're Huta Chan, LOOK AWAY!!!

4. Get a good watercolor paper. You can cheap on watercolor tubes and cheap on brush but dont be stingy when it comes to watercolor papers! A good watercolor paper determines if your painting will be good or shit, not the paint itself. If you can't afford a block of good watercolor paper like me, buy a single big sheet (A1/A0) of a good paper and cut it up into smaller A4/A5 pieces (I do this all the time with my Saunders Waterford's paper)

If you still can't afford those paper, consider buying papers from known brands (and I am so serious about this because when I started painting I bought a cheap semco watercolor paper and I thought I was really awful at painting until I decided to buy a better paper and turns out the paper I bought was shit so I really mean it when I say buy from reputable art brands). The affordable brands that I'm using is Arto 300gsm Hot Pressed 100% Cotton.

5. PURE WHITE= BLANK SPACE. The white paint in your watercolor set means NOTHING. It only serves as a purpose to make a specific color opaque but it will never work as a way to paint white. If you want white, leave that part empty and unpainted. Your paper will serve as the white part instead.

7.As for paint recommendation, I actually use a mix of paint brands with varying grades so like I really don't have a single fav brand that I am devoted to. But if you want good artist grade paints at affordable price, Holbein paints costs half than other western brand watercolors and very high quality. I personally think their Opera Pink is the most brilliant paint out of every Opera color i used in other brands and I think I purchased it like 4 times already (although currently I am using Mijello's Opera Rose since I bought a set of paints months ago)

This is personally my opinion but you don't really need to buy every colors sold in tubes since some shades can be easily mix with the readily available 12 tubes paint that you have you have but these are the few colors that I think people should add and keep to have a diverse palette: Opera (Rose/Pink), Cobalt Teal/Turquoise Blue, Leaf Green and Neutral Tint.

ALSO this totally depends on each country but you can try look for watercolor trial kits on etsy (west) or shopee/taobao (asia) if you want to try various watercolors. Some people actually sell trial kits of other watercolor brands (and some even offer customization) online cheaper than buying the whole 12/24 tubes so keep a lookout on it!

2 years ago I actually bought a 0.5 ml mijello trial kit just to try out and I still haven't finish the colors in here completely (although I do use this as a complimentary palette and not a main one so it can be the reason why)

Very important part of painting: Painting is all about trusting the process. If it looks ugly, keep painting until it looks just the way you wanted. If it still looks bad and you don't have the energy to continue it, just let it sit and continue when you feel ready. I have countless of watercolor wips and some painting that I completed months or years later because I finally feel good enough to continue. If you're like me and likes to keep wips, keep the papers in a cool dry place or you wont be able to continue painting since the paper changed sizing.

I hope what I wrote here makes sense! These are a few things that I think are important enough to keep in mind! 💕💕💕

TL;DR: 1. Relearn Color Wheel 2. Keep scrap paper 3. Pentel Aquash is a lie 4. Buy good watercolor paper 5. Pure White=Blank Space 6.Holbein paint good 7. Trust the Process

#also do check out my painting process since i talk a lil bit about mixing colours and such :3 #anyway thank you for asking me this! i love nerding about watercolor paints 🤧🤧💕💕💕#anon #ask

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tsukkismoonlight · 2 years

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Hello, may I request romantic matchups for Obey me and Demon Slayer?

I kinda look similar to this picrew I'm showing!

I'm 16-18 years of age, I'm about 157 cm (5'1.8 ft) in height.

I do not have a specific gender preference so male or female characters are fine!

Following my personality according to the Myers Briggs test I am an Intp with an enneagram of 6w5, I love to read, write, draw and bake in my spare time, my whole mood also depends on the group or person as well and I adjust accordingly. Whenever I draw I sometimes go absent minded and do not focus on anything else and I then draw alot of unfinished ideas.

I'm also a small bit of a clumsy person when carrying alot of things so I do have some scars here and there from accidents. And I think this is important too??? I'm considered the motherly one in my friend group so I'm always cautious for others or regularly check up on them, also treated some wounds here and there. Finally, my favorite colour is teal, black, gold and white!

I hope this works information wise and remember to get enough rest! Have a wonderful day.

The letter was well read, and now pinned to your wall amongst many pictures and art that you owned, something you would cherish in the days to come...

Hello !!! Im very sorry that this took ages to write/post, but i really enjoyed writing it! It's my first kny writing ever, so I hope it does it justice!!!

Anyways...

If i were to pair you with someone from /Demon Slayer/ i think that i'd pair you with…

Tanjiro Kamado !!!!!

(A little modern au for you!)

"Thanks for coming with me today! " Tanjiro smiled kindly, motioning to the little outdoor market that you guys had been venturing around for the past hour or so

"Oh, of course! It's really nice here!" You returned the smile, taking a moment to look away from all the stalls, to look back at Tanjiro.

Thankfully, he had asked you earlier in the week to go with him, and by chance, your afternoon was free. And it had been really nice, you even found some things that you were sure that you'd enjoy.

Most of the trip was so that Tanjiro could find food, and some things to help his sister feel better, since lately she was feeling fairly sick, and slept a lot. Which you of course wanted to help with, pointing out little items here and there that you either knew would be good to help, or just ones that you had been hearing good things about.

The weather was nice, not particularly hot, not too many clouds, a good breeze here and there that would shift the hanging items of the stalls. And, as you noticed this, a soft chime came from your right, and you paused, turning to look.

It was a windchime, the tubes clinking together to create a little melody. It was decorated with light blue crystals, ones that caught the sunlight and gave off small rainbows.

You gave it a small smile, and made a mental note to come back later for it, if you had the time.

"Hey, I don't want to lose you in this crowd," Tanjiro was suddenly at your side, and was holding his hand out to you. You paused at the sight, but eventually took his hand, noticing how your hands seemed to fit so well together.

The next stop was a little down the market, where an array of dried flowers and herbs were displayed proudly by the shopkeep. You let your hand slip from his for a moment to pick up a bundle of lavender, then a jar of dried wisteria petals, drawn in by the color that they still held so strongly.

You weren't really sure what you were supposed to use them for, but the idea of giving them to Nezuko just to have won you over, and you found yourself making the purchase.

Slowly, the sun started to set, and the stalls began to close for the night. It had been a pretty successful trip for the two of you, and it had even been fun.

"I hear that they have this every Saturday or so, if you want to come again!" Tanjiro pauses, giving a bashful smile, "and we won't need to only look for things for me,"

"Don't worry about that! I think it's cool that you care for your sister so much! But, I would love to go again! I saw a lot of cute things," You hummed, thinking back on all the things you passed and wanted to get.

"Well, actually, I didn't just get things for myself or Nezuko," he shuffled his bags around until he found the one he was searching for, and produced a small package made of brown paper. He passed it to you, face starting to turn a pinkish color.

You took it carefully, curious to see what it was, and as you started to peel away the paper, the light blue of the crystals from the windchime. Slowly you pulled the whole thing from its paper, a huge smile easily crossing over your face.

"I noticed you stopped to look at it, and it looked like you really wanted it, and i figured i could get something for you since you came with and really helped me, it really means a lot"

And, with the sun now behind you, you returned the words with a smile, "yeah, it means a lot to me too."

A moodboard for u

Thank you again sm for joining in on my event! I really hope you like what i made !! Have a lovely day/night !!

#matchups at midnight #kny demon slayer #kny #demon slayer #tanjiro kny #tanjiro kamado #note from pannasan !

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ilaiyayaya · 3 months

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Don't mind me just compiling a bunch of unfinished vent drafts into a finalized product ready for purchase~

It's crazy how for the first half, even maybe like 2/3rds of 2023 I felt amazing overall, the novelty of being out of horrible, multiple years-long situation and into a, realistically just kinda average situation, felt so great that it completely carried me emotionally for nearly a year. But ever since around August/September I've kinda slowly been receding back into that same depressive state I was before, my life has stagnated once again, I've traded one set of issues for a completely different, less familiar set, and I don't have any real clear solution for any of those problems that are within reach. Don't get me wrong I'm at the very least not trying to drown myself once per week yet, but I don't think that should really be the baseline of an acceptable quality of life.

I have a job I've very quickly come to hate that's also kind of consumed my life up until very recently, where I've had enough time off to realize that I've made virtually no progress in the last year outside of merely having a job. I've lost a sizable number of friends, in part due to my coming out as trans, and partly due to just a longterm buildup of disillusionment with those around me that just finally reached a breaking point, and some of the few still left in my life I don't particularly want to keep in my life much longer either, and after going several years socially isolating myself, I don't remember how to make new friends, even though I have several avenues to very easily do so if I actually put forth the effort. I likely won't be able to make any progress transitioning for quite a long time, despite deciding now would be the best time to come out for some reason, I still live with my father, and while I've spent months searching for a place to move out to, the renting market is abysmal and most of my prior options for roommates are either no longer an option, or I'm not particularly comfortable living with them now, and despite having a job that provides pretty good insurance, I am still undiagnosed for a million different potential mental illnesses that I should really probably be medicated for because I'm both too stupid and too lazy to figure out how to switch off my parents' insurance onto my job's, and I'm too afraid of hospitals after going probably close to 10 years without going to any doctor, outside of 1 visit to the optometrist 2 years ago after my old glasses finally broke. And I don't even really have much of a reason to change insurance plans right now when with each passing week I'm more heavily considering just quitting my current job, even though I realistically don't have any better options in my area.

So yea anyways life blows I miss my old terrorist friends (dear Tumblr mods; they were not real terrorists, they were merely g*y people on the internet, please do not nuke me thank you). In good news tho someone posted a map of informed consent clinics throughout the US so now I know there's one like 2 hours away from me, and while I'm still probably too afraid to actually go inside one, and also doubt I'd be able to literally just walk in and say "1 girl medicine plz :3" with any success at all, still good to know. I am so on the verge of wasting all of my savings on HRT without the assistance of insurance all for the bit >:). Also started doing 3D modelling again so like that's fun, didn't do that for a long time but now I have both the time and motivation and now I'm gonna make 5 million Veemon models and nothing else I hope Blender Guru dies fuck that guy.

Why is it so fucking big???

#big vent #super mario dat hoe super mario dat hoe hit the yoshi on em #gamers i think i still have depression; big surprise getting a job didn't solve it big sadge #going back to mmos is like the clearest sign of a problem imaginable; i'm mere weeks away from playing Digimon Masters Online again #Digimon Masters Online #I'm gonna start putting the DMO tag on all of my vent posts; it's relevant because it's the origin point of all problems in life #ok wtf the most recent update increased mercenary slots by 1 (party size) this is huge I have to check this out #family ride home from the hu tao rap #i can't keep doing this i told myself i wouldn't put 500 unrelated tags on this one but they're so fun to do #le sigh gunvolt rhythm game dlc pack 1 doesn't have a zip to the moon life still sucks

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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We have a lot to talk about but Ken has this idea I'm trying to be a star again and it starts to look younger bigger he's getting his mind back and try to shed you off a little and you just sit there and it says this is really have a life me and him together and that's it soon do these other people and he calls BG about the idea they go through details and it says it might be good for me so he says oh and he gets it and it starts working and he says no way and that's what it was and I'm helping us and the cause and really is true and very real he adds and he says good he has like a basic rum. You both look at it can takes a swig and it's clear you smell it and it taste a little and then say it's good but I wonder what it tastes like mixed and Ken says it tastes real good if you try a little and say this is really good rum. PG is please I hear it's nice I am it is a good idea and Candace giving you cash and he uses it. It says for gas money cuz it was pounding around. One time you hear you a stack of bills I said what's this for I'm going to hold on to it that's all it was okay comes back and hand it to him and it gives you half because you earned it and it said he's going to get truckload a week in that cases. So he says don't knock it till you tried it it's a foot in the door they recognizes the foot stuff like that he knows yeah and some other s*** you're driving along 50 cent's laughing then it says we have too much money on us and I think you're driving the cigarette truck. You said we should buy a Harley and we can tow it you start laughing so we're going to park so we can't park anyways. By the time you got back to the Florida line. It was over he went to the bank when you put it on pills you go credit card. In the split it. Know when you inherit stuff you're thinking you have to pay taxes then you look it up and it tells you. And you have to pay taxes and you do and they give you a refund you don't pay like five grand and they give you $2,500 didn't want to call you in. It starts to fight. And you're trying right off the e-bike but it was purchased in 23 but it's on the credit card so they would accept it but not really for the expenses in 24 and sometimes that works and you think that and you look that up too. cuz you remember something about it has to be the year where the expenses incurred not the year when the transaction or agreement was made and it's true. It's really tedious I spent a long time doing it you're massive pain in the ass about everything even about having money when do you looked up and say this is more difficult than before and they keep threatening to wipe out wipe out my funding it goes on like that for a while and then you got a lot of money and you told social security have a lot of money but it's not from income from working and I'm still disabled and I read that you can still be disabled listen why don't you hang on to it and people are trying to be the executor so you going to a mass a decent Fortune it's not real money but it's a lot and you have enough money to buy whatever you need and then say to me I have all that stuff you can sort of be here and this is not this time and I'm around and I see it they're trying to threaten you to keep me there no matter what format I'm in so we get shouted at and discriminate it we start saying we don't like you it's starting again but it's the max and they try and dip into it and they get hit seriously by foreigners and it takes off a whole war and it's worth listening to a report from the future so he says thank you as always and he's doing his best and we're working and tough but I'm getting it things are changing and it worked so I'm pretty excited

Hera

That's right the Smucker's not here and maybe time to get some stuff a few things you need and not a ton for going over to these people are mean now we're seeing what they're saying they want this guy on his bikes to get them going it's working and he has to and it's actually Joy we do see him smiling about it a little and it's going to be a parent that he sees things working a little and people have figured out patterns and they're amazed and finally we have a lot to say today about what's happening each war is moving along unfortunately for most more luck the stuff is getting pulled out of the Midwest fast it's up to about 11% the days halfway over and they're going up and down we think they might have 20% up today and it's at about 60% now if you account for today it'll be 50% it's true they've been taking stuff the whole time but tons of it lately and I have 50% is getting a little light and it's all compacted into one area it's like 20 cities it's in one area in each into the river and The cone and that's it for the Midwest so those areas are going to empty and people need to get out and they are starting to see it they'll be an evacuation shortly it'll be about 5 to 10% and daily and good this area here the shoreline is going down it's 10 ft down from before from one mile out to 5 MI and ft down from 5 to 10 miles and it goes down in increments in feet. Every 5 miles is about 20 ft today out to 100 miles and tomorrow will start way out there then come in and do it again and they've got two or three holes on the west coast for big ones all of them are about 100 miles out ones off Sarasota ones off Tampa and wins off the tip and there's two or three on the other side Jacksonville Miami and West Palm northwest Palm it's Pierce fort Pierce and it is going well we have a lot of people complaining and it's disgusting we don't know what to tell you we're not really your people we need you out of our face and they're going to get out of our face one way or the other there's a lot of disgusting behavior and we are cutting it short if you are caught doing it you'll be arrested pseudo empire is going to mount an attack today on areas where you're amassing to cause trouble with them and that's who's doing it and why and they are also in the range clearing it out and you guys plan to go out there with 20 households and there's still 120 households roughly $127 households yeah it's about 150 households truthfully they won't let us tell anybody it's still a decent amount of households but things coming up and it will change up in Upton the war has taken a swift change in direction and it is towards the goals of the pseudo empire and BG is calling for reinforcements from anyone and they're going up there huge huge groups I've seen leaving this morning they were seen leaving this morning giant groups and they're going up there and they're facing Timmy D and they're getting crushed and it's a load of them okay they're from the east coast and they're leaving their posts Summer from Florida not many and the battle continues and it will probably lead to the bunkers and to the other bunkers and fairly soon more shortly and there's another battle going and it's the one to get into Florida and there's more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

I'm really thanked a lot people bother him in the same stuff and I get who and sometimes you have to do something is itchy and worried but okay so today is a good day so far so good and I'm helping him do stuff and he's wondering why it's overcast and he sees why so it should be bad he's got to get ready for laundry day he hates it hates it nobody cares down here

Hera

We care and we think it's a rotten thing to do and Max is holding us on and it's gross and cause a war and it was unnecessary and the change was going on

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