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nomazee · 9 days

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hello, could I request a model! Dan Heng x fashion designer! Reader? Here’s some keywords if they might help, tiredness, praise, warmth, try-on. The timestamp is 17:57, thank you so much!

as always i had too much fun with this... i love the idea of model dan heng but i still made him an awkward wet rag in this one (because i love him) THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!!

my 1k event!

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You greet Dan Heng with your usual warm smile and a “hey, love” that never fails to fluster him. He’s heard it from you a handful of times now, visiting your studio a few times a week at your request for fittings and some brainstorming sessions. He thinks that the frequency and timing of his visits is definitely unnecessary from a professional standpoint, but he’s not planning on bringing that up any time soon. Not when your hands are so kind, light on his shoulders as you guide him through your studio.

“I started on the pieces that I showed you the sketches for, um, last week, was it? I’m kind of losing track of time.” Dan Heng wouldn’t tell you out loud, but he can tell. There’s a huge table in the center of the room, and he can barely see its surface beneath all the cut fabric and tracing paper and tangled thread from your serger. For someone working under deadline after deadline, you’re handling yourself better than he would, but he still can’t help the heat of concern flickering in the crease of his brow.

This is your debut show, he knows as much. So he won’t meddle with your workflow. Only hope that you can somehow pick up the signals that he’s sending you to please sit down and maybe drink water?

“I need you to try them on,” you tell him, a gentle command as you hand him a hanger draped in silky fabrics and delicate laces. “There’s pants and a lace shirt. I’ll turn around while you change, but you need to be wearing pretty much nothing underneath these, if that’s okay. And then I’ll hem your pants—let me get you some shoes…” you’re trailing off, passing the clothes to him before turning around in a rush to find him a pair of heeled boots.

The fabric is— it’s nice. The pants are some kind of silky, lustrous material, dark blue and cool on his skin, and the shirt is embarrassingly sheer but you’ve seen him in and out of clothes in the last month often enough that he can’t really be too sheepish about it now. What does make him flush, however, is the look on your face as you turn around to stare at him, black heeled shoes forgotten in your hands as your eyes flit across Dan Heng’s form.

He can hear the soft breaths that you take, no more labored than usual, but it feels so intimate and so quiet that his palms grow damp. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he waits for you to— say something, anything, tell him to take it off and go home or maybe stay, instead. The back of his neck feels itchy and he’s pretty sure you haven’t blinked yet.

“The, um. It looks…” you’re trailing off, again, but you’re also walking towards him until you’re so close he can hear your breathing even more distinctly than before, along with the rustling of your own clothes as you lift up a hand to play with the ornamented collar of his shirt. “The color is nice on you. It’s different from the other pieces I’ve made you try, right?”

Dan Heng only has enough strength to nod in response, the rest of his energy taken away by the feeling of your finger tips on the soft, pliant skin beneath his jaw. He’s sweating— so much, it must be gross, but he can see you chewing the inside of your cheek as you drag your fingers to the seam on the shoulder.

“I was thinking a sash around the waist, but I don’t think it suits this outfit. Maybe I can add something like that to the pieces from last week, though.” And you’re back to your usual self, much to his dismay. Your rambling is endearing and tender, but your previously weighted gaze has now lightened, focused on the waist of his pants and the hand-sewn hook-and-bar closure, and Dan Heng misses having it trained on him. You’ve never been this close, this warm, this focused on him in particular, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to fight the urge to take your hands between his own.

“Dan Heng,” you say his name, breaking him out of his anxious reverie with a quiet call. “You have a lot on your plate for this show. You have three outfit changes, which can be a lot, but I know you’re capable. Do you know you’re capable?”

He wants to say this is silly, that you’re the last person who should be telling anybody else that they have a lot on their plate, considering that you’re sewing more than a dozen garments all on your own, with no assistants besides your in-and-out mentors who rarely find time to help. He says none of that, though, because your gaze is trained on his again and he’s busy hoping you don’t notice all the little involuntary twitches in his face.

“Yeah, I’m— I know.”

You smile, again, something saccharine and addictive and he wants to chase it, over and over and over. “Good. You’re my favorite model, you know. It’s important that you’re ready.”

Dan Heng could say a million things. He could say this is unprofessional, or joke and say that he’s currently one of your only models, or tell you that he’s always ready as long as he’s wearing something put together by you and your hands alone. Instead, he nods like a fool, stumbling over a weak “okay” and trying to ignore the way his stomach twists when you laugh a little.

“I’ll be doing your makeup for the show, too. I hope you don’t mind that. I just wanted to do something specific for you,” and it’s hit after hit with you, and his throat squeezes again because you’re still smiling and talking all about him like he’s your prized gift, and he really really doesn’t hate it. “You trust me with an eyeliner pen, right?”

His mouth is dry, but he forces himself to joke back before you kick him out for being so awkward. “I trust you with a needle more than I trust you with a makeup brush.” And you laugh, and his stomach still hurts but the tightness of his mouth loosens up into a diffident smile. It’s just a joke, really, because he wouldn’t mind you handling a brush against his face, or the gentle press of your fingers on his cheeks and on top of his eyelids, or the awestruck look you give him every time he tries something on, or the weight of your hands on his shoulders when you drag him around your studio.

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pompadourpink · 24 days

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hello ! what would you say are the beauty standards for girls in france ?

Hello,

I took a few days to think before addressing this question because the keyword is natural, which complicates giving a list. The main rule is that if you are going to do something, do it well or don't bother. Here are a few general notes:

Good skin, as we typically don't wear a lot of makeup and have a lot of excellent products/brands - we favour good foods and hydration (although many of us smoke)

Trimmed, maybe filled, natural-looking eyebrows

Thin, toned, surgery-free bodies - we are walkers

Groomed hands, filed nails (no chips)

Well-cared-for hair, short if you can't bother, in a low maintenance style, usually kept in its natural colour

I prefer to name things that can be worked on; of course, we could talk about things like racism and skin shades but I don't think your question is meant to be political. Here are a few elements from classic French style:

No heavy foundation, maybe concealer or BB, maybe nothing

Either mascara/liner or a red lip to dress the face, both are a bit much (as illustrated here with Garance Doré)

The rule of 3: an outfit usually has three colours or less

And also a single pop of colour, like a red shoe, or a pattern

We love a monochrome outfit

And a signature perfume (I mostly wear Libre by YSL, Alien Goddess by Mugler and Gentleman by Givenchy)

Simple cuts, quality fabrics, typically no fluff

We aim for comfort but chic out of respect: many tourists mention getting looks when they go to the bakery in pyjamas or sweatpants (we are the annoying people wearing a shirt and loafers at the airport)

Invest in nice blazers, coats, jumpers, and shoes, and avoid anything too tight or too oversized (the outer layer is typically the large piece and everything else fits well)

Jewellery is often dainty and minimal, maybe one big or more colourful piece here and there; as long as it doesn't wear you

Foreigners have been filming the people of Paris for inspiration, feel free to explore TikTok for more intel (Pinterest is also a good ally). Obviously, depending on people's cultures, personalities, desire to play with colours, cuts, styles, genders..., this is now one option amongst many others. You can look up Garance whose pictures I used in this post since she's a perfect example of the traditional style.

Hope this helps! x

#ask #culture #beauty

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drstonetrivia · 4 months

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Chapter 222 Trivia (Part 2)

(Previous part)

The liquid crystal display (LCD) shown in the chapter is a simplification of true LCDs. In reality, LCDs have 6 layers, which, when put together, do what Senku explains with the twisted light ray.

The polarizing layers (1+5) align the light, layer 2 is the screen's structure (e.g. a watch's face or RGB pixels) and takes the electronic input, layer 3 is the liquid crystal and 4 completes the input's circuit. Layer 6 is the backlight, as none of the layers make light.

The touchscreen on the smartphone isn't the type you'll see these days, but rather one with discrete buttons similar to having an invisible keyboard grid over the screen. This means Taiju won't be able to do things like scrolling, but he'll be able to press buttons just fine.

(For a little more information about the smartphone and 8 mm film, see this thread)

The smartphone's logo is of course Senku's logo, but with a bite taken out of it, similar to Apple's logo.

Spacecraft are built in clean rooms to ensure the rocket is not contaminated in any way, either from bacteria or dust particles. It's a controlled environment.

Senku & Xeno are wearing what's known as bunny suits. If you're going to look them up, don't forget the keyword "NASA".

The Apollo 11 cockpit barely had any screens, whereas SpaceX's Dragon is mostly touchscreens. There's advantages and disadvantages to both designs, but SENKU 11's design is closest to the Space Shuttle orbiter, but with the Multi-function Electronic Display System (MEDS) upgrade.

For fun, I labelled which chapter each of these inventions appeared in. (Also a massive thanks to this page)

I wasn't sure if this was appropriate to start the trivia with so I'll say it now: Kohaku is 10B% naked here, apart from maybe shoes. I'm not entirely sure why this is necessary for the suit fitting, unless underwear is banned in space.

#trivia #dr stone #chapters #222

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spinningbuster98 · 3 months

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Castlevania Symphony of the Night Part 4: Nocturne in the Moonlight

Up until now I’ve been singing this game’s praises and, to be fair, I will continue to do so in future videos. However I believe the time has come for the other shoe to drop so to speak and ask a very simple yet tricky question:

Is this a Castlevania game?

Some may think this question to be stupid but others may understand what I’m getting at here

Sotn marks a major departure from what had previously been established in this series. Keyword being MAJOR

Nowadays we live in an era when popular game franchises are applying drastic changes to their formulas, often taking elements from other more popular series, in other to gain more appeal. Zelda and Sonic have gone open world, God of War has gone The Last of Us with RPG mechanics etc

And honestly? Sotn is not different in this regard

This game not only has barely anything in common with the previous ones but it’s also their complete opposite in many ways

Gameplay wise? The classic games were linear, level based, tough as nails and gave you limited movement and resources that you had to make the most of

Sotn is non-linear, it’s one big map, it’s FAR easier and it gives you a ridiculous amount of movement options and items, 90% of which you’re never even gonna use

Story wise the Classics were very simple, Sotn and onwards will try to be more story focused (well relatively speaking) and melodramatic. Some future stories also jump the shark according to some fans but we’ll get to those in the future

Even its artstyle! I love Kojima’s artwork don’t get me wrong, ESPECIALLY her work in this game which I think is her strongest, but I absolutely hate it when people talk about her as if she was the one responsible for creating the series’ visual identity, as if the previous games had no art directions

I know people joke about Conan the Belmont Simon but...that was the series’ artstyle! Gothic, drawing a lot from classic horror but with super macho barbarian men dressed like He Man! We only chuckle at them now because Kojima’s bishonen artsyle replaced them. And no: I am not bitching about “muh yassification of muh manly men” or anything like that, mine is an issue of visual identity: the series literally flipped the switch from one extreme to another

Some poeple may say that at least narrative continuity is kept with the previous entries but that’s not fully true either, as this game retcons Alucard and Dracula’s backstories in order to introduce the stuff with Lisa, when both characters already had a backstory as told by the japanese manual of Castlevania 3! And yeah I do prefer the version introduced in this game, as I feel it creates at the very least more narrative contrast between Alucard and his father, for them to draw their opposite resolves from the same tragic events. But the point is: rather than trying to fit into the established canon, this game’s story forces its way into it by erasing the parts that don’t suit it

For as beloved as this game is, there are quite a few fans who despise it, everything it stands for and everything that followed it, considering it Castlevania in name only, something that killed the actual series and then went around wearing its skin

And honestly?

These people are...not exactly wrong

At least when other series change, even drastically, you can usually tell that their later games are supposed to be part of said series. Yeah Frontiers is a BOTW knockoff, but it still fundementally plays like a boost game, a formula that, while divisive, still derives its most basic idea from the general concept of “hedgehog goes fast and busts up robots” of the first few games. Yeah BOTW has alienated lots of old Zelda fans due to its hyper focus on open world design vs actual dungeons, but at least said open world structure had already been contemplated in a way by the past titles, not to mention many other gameplay mechanics from older games, like lock on and sword fighting, are still being used

If you take away the ability to get hearts from destroyed candles and the classic subweapons that is it. Gameplay wise it’s got nothing else in common with what came before and for that alone I can’t say that the people who hate this game are unjustified, not to mention that it’s got flaws of its own even ignoring any identity issue, though more on that at a later time

I, however, am not one of them

Let me ask you another question: if this game is not Castlevania...then what exactly is it?

Because, to go back to the earlier comparisons, games nowadays (hell ALWAYS if we’re being honest here, remember all the Sonic knockoffs in the 90s?) tend to quite clearly chase trends and you feel it when they’re just chasing trends because they tend to just adopt elements from what is hot and popular at the moment without actually doing anything truly unique with it

I can’t quite say the same about Sotn

Oh sure it quite clearly uses Super Metroid’s design philosophy as an inspiration, and the devs themselves have stated that Zelda was also an influence (and of course Simon’s quest), but it doesn’t just stop at emulating that formula

Keep in mind that back then there was no Metroidvania genre, there weren’t a million indie games taking a crack at the style, there was only Metroid, which had 3 games and wasn’t super popular. That formula had been established by only 3 games and by a generally strict set of features. Sotn was the very first game to look at Metroid’s general design philosophy and decide to do its own spin on it

Because to say that Sotn is just a Super Metroid clone and little else would be untrue I believe, as the two games, despite their similarities, play very differently

Metroid has a greater focus on mobility and acrobatics, on speedrunning and long-distance shoot em up combat

Sotn has rpg mechanics, close quarters combat using swords, spells and features transformations as a way of getting around fast

Yes there are clear similarities but it’s sort of like comparing Mario and Sonic: the latter was very clearly inspired by the former as they both are in the same genre, and since Mario defined platformers as we know them today, it’s inevitable that Sonic would take plenty of cues from him, but to say that Sonic plays the same as Mario just because he adopts those same base gameplay mechanics that the plumber introduced is untrue

Does this mean that it’s unjustified to criticize the game for how different it is? No. What I’m saying is that I don’t believe Sotn to be a simple case of just shamelessly ripping off another series. It has certainly shed its previous identity in an unceremonious way and that is absolutely a problem, but in the process it also created for itself a new identity that, while not for everyone, is absolutely its own and no one else’s, complete with its own set of positives and negatives, just like the Classic games before it (because yes people: Classicvanias also had issues, which is something that I generally don’t see people talk about a lot, probably because the discourse tends to boil down to “old game bad”, but maybe for another time...). If you wanted to play a Metroidvania game back in the 2000s your options were limited to either Metroid or Castlevania, and there were good tangible reasons to play one or the other. There is a reason why Sotn is considered the forefather of the genre alongside Super Metroid: one founded the formula, the other showed that it was flexible. Of course I have to admit that I’m a bit biased, since I already love Metroid’s core formula so Sotn’s style naturally appeals to me, but generally I’m someone who tries to look at the positive aspects of a game, even when it doesn’t necessarily respect its roots, as I believe that if something is good and fun, at least to me and my tastes, then it doesn’t deserve to get thrown in the trash on principle. But I can totally understand those who don’t think themselves, I myself have my limits on this as well

So to answer the question: no Sotn is not a Castlevania game. But it’s also a Castlevania game, just one that is its own thing that is unique

If you ask me most of this issue boils down to Konami deciding to focus exclusively on this formula while completely ignoring the Classics. If they had tried to keep a sort of balance, to release games of both styles in tandem things would have probably been more balanced. But I suppose this just wouldn’t have ever happened in the 2000s, when short level based sidescrollers not named Mario were seen as old news

#youtube #akumajou dracula #castlevania symphony of the night #my gameplay

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blatantlyright · 2 years

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Yes, My Lord

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Day 10 of Kinktober

Eddie doesn’t want to fuck you tonight. Not yet, anyway. He wants to see how hot and bothered he can get you with his new wooden paddle. He calls you and asks you to show up in a skirt with no panties. You have no idea what you’re in for.

Tw/keywords: spanking, begging, degradation, mean eddie, dom eddie, crying

18+ MINORS DNI

Eddie hung up the phone and sat in his living room, waiting for the sound of your car and the headlights filling up the trailer with yellow. He had been very specific: no panties, short skirt. You guys had been dating for seven months now, you were pretty comfortable discussing your kinks and weirdness. Eddie went crazy for upskirt creeping. You assumed he wanted you to tease him before he fucked you.

When you made it up the porch to open the door, Eddie was already in the doorway. He was wearing a white button down shirt with a very expensive looking red tie. His normal tattered jeans had been replaced by well fitted dress slacks, and he was even wearing pointed men’s dress shoes. “What’s the occasion?”, you flirted. Eddie didn’t say a word.

You skipped into his bedroom, oblivious to the serious look upon his face. He took his time getting to you. There was no breaking character for him. When he entered his room, you were on your back with your hand up your skirt. You moaned as you licked your fingers and slid them around your clit. “I missed you, baby,” you cooed.

“Get the hell off my bed,” Eddie demanded. His tone turned you on, but the anger across his face hurt you. You immediately stood up and pouted. “Sorry, baby, I just missed you and I want you so bad.” You sauntered over to him. “I didn’t say you could address me, you dirty bitch.” His expression was still of disgust, but you could see his eyes pleaded for you to play along.

You fell to the floor, ashamed. “Yes, my lord. I’m so sorry. What was I thinking?” Eddie’s dick started filling with blood at your rapid submission. “That’s more like it,” he spit. “Now, you know by now that I would never be seen with such a lowly whore as yourself. What makes you think you have any right to pleasure yourself in my sleeping quarters?” You keep staring down at the floor. You can feel that your butt is hanging out.

Eddie walks past you. You assume it’s to get a better view. You don’t move, you stay in character. “I don’t know what came over me, my lord. I smelled you in the sheets as I was changing them and I couldn’t resist.” You reached your hand between your legs to stall your need to be touched. “You can’t be serious,” he taunted. “You’re such a filthy whore you can’t even stop masturbating while I’m reprimanding you?”

A heavy desk drawer creaked open. You just guessed he was grabbing a condom. “I can’t help it, my lord. I want you so badly.” Eddie sat down in his writing chair. “You may stand,” he announced. When you stood and looked at him, you noticed he was holding a paddle. Your heart raced as you now realized he was finally letting you play out this fantasy with him. He was always worried he would be too rough, that you didn't understand just how hard he wanted to spank you.

You faked fear at the sight of the paddle. “That’s not for me, is it?”, you begged. Eddie adjusted his position, spreading out his legs. “Come here,” he insisted. You tiptoed over, covering your bum. “Please, my lord, I’ll do anything.” He gazed at you, beautiful and so very much his. “Bend over my knee.” You shook your head and covered yourself even more. “Please,” you sobbed. You began to cry. You weren’t sad, not upset at all. It just felt right. Boy, were you on the money.

Eddie’s erection tented his dress slacks. You stared at it, almost drooling. Through tears you continued to plead your case. “I’ll do anything. I’ll never put my dirty body on your bed again, my lord, I swear it.” You reached to wipe your tears and Eddie quickly snatched your wrist. He flung you over his knee, pulling up your skirt.

“I didn’t ask you to speak, whore,” he uttered before spanking you harder than you had anticipated. Your entire body jerked upon contact. You whimpered, still crying. “Please, don’t. No more, please.” You could feel his dick thumping against your stomach while you were still bent over his lap.

“You thought you could trick me. I’m a man of honor, I do not fall so quickly to cheap whores. I have taste.” On the last word he smacked at your bum again, this time on the other cheek. You moaned in delight. Eddie hadn’t expected you to enjoy this. After a few more spanks, he could see you were wet for him. “You’re such a slut you like it when I hurt you?” He spanked you again, this time even harder than the others.

“Yes, my lord,” you cried as you desperately tried to squeeze together your thighs to relieve the growing need to be touched between your legs.

#eddie #fanficfion #stranger things fanfiction #fanfic #eddie smut #eddie x reader #smut #ff

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diorst4r · 1 year

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post-rave’n aftermath — TYLER GALPIN x f. reader

summary: after an anticipated night at the dance becomes stale, tyler lends more than just a comforting night to spend back at his place.

warnings: mentions of drinking, making out, eating out

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the pair stumbled back into tyler’s house in a fit of laughter, latching onto one another for support against their drunken balance. y/n clasped a firm grip on the galpin boy’s shoulder as she kicked a heel off.

“leaving that dance early was probably one of the best decisions i’ve made in awhile.” moments ago were they guzzling down a handful of nips ajax had slipped them before they had left. boy, did that kid know how to party.

“you’re a bad influence sometimes,” he remarked.

“sometimes, keyword.” she wiggled her leg as an attempt to slip the other bedazzled shoe off with a frustrated groan.

tyler eyed the girl and shook his head with a smile. he considerably held a higher tolerance at alcohol that she did, and that clearly was the case here. dropping down a knee, he propped her foot up on his thigh and began unbuckling the small silver latch with ease. he slid the heel to the side and gave a gentle pat on her outer thigh.

“what’re you thinking of for dinner? i should be sober enough to make a decent meal.” y/n snapped out of her daze and followed the boy to the fridge.

“your grandma’s pasta recipe would hit the spot right about now.”

y/n had stayed over plenty of times; carefully calculating when tyler’s dad would and wouldn’t be home or even how long he’d be out for. It was a routine at this point and tyler gave her all the tips of the ins and outs of escaping a sheriff’s house.

“that’s what i was thinking. oh, and hey, feel free to steal a shirt or something to change out of.” he could tell by the way she uncomfortably shifted in the white fabric clinging to her curves that a fresh set would do her plenty justice.

“always so good to me, galpin.”

she nudged the door to his room and let the scent of his fresh woody cologne engulf her. the fragrance was everywhere; staining his sheets and his clothes. she nudged a drawer open and pulled out a large grey tee.

y/n took a moment in front of the mirror with a grimace. she looked like an utter mess. her hair had been frizzed up, slight smudges of cheap mascara pooled around the edges of her eyes. sometimes the thought of why a perfect small town boy like him would take such interest in an outcast like her.

he’s constantly reassured her that social status was of no use, but being around his friends and seeing how sociable he is at the weathervane really makes her wonder why her isolated demeanor caught his eye.

she gave the zipper in the back a tug. nothing. she tried again, putting a more firm grip on the metal piece and again, no result. must be caught on the fabric, she put in a mental note.

“tyler! do you mind helping me with this,” she called out in a struggle.

her arms reached all around her back while her neck contorted in a way she could attempt to figure out how to get the zipper undone.

tyler gave a knock and peeked a head in. the sight of seeing her struggle like this gave him quite the chuckle.

“always getting yourself into trouble,” he breathed out with a smile. she pulled her styled locks to the side and shuddered at the touch of his frigid fingers.

he gingerly lowered his lips to the nape of her neck and began peppering sweet kisses up and down as the sound of the zipper sliding filled the air. she sucked in a breath of air between her teeth at the sensitive spots he had been nipping around.

without the support of his hand on her waist, she was sure her legs would’ve transitioned to jello. his touch was intoxicating, knowing all the right spots to touch to get her going. his free hand traveled up to her neck as he slightly tilted her head to the side for better access.

y/n let out a groan at the sudden loss of contact, before he leaned into her ear. “foods ready in ten.” he let the hand resting on her midsection slide down to a drop before swinging the door just enough to leave some space open and headed back to the kitchen.

the audacity this boy has, she thought as the dress pooled around her ankles.

to say she was stuffed was an understatement. halfway through seconds was she done for. this recipe was one tyler needed to learn and perfect after countless times of asking his nana to make him this memorable dish.

“you’re a tease for earlier.” she grimaced as tyler set the dishes in the dishwasher.

“you enjoyed that food didn’t you?” she eyed him, knowing damn well the food was worth it. the silence had still been a small retaliation for leaving her high and not very dry.

he faced the girl and leaned an arm against the kitchen island behind her. “lemme make it up to you then.”

his lips ghosted above hers as they continued back on that perfect dance of kisses. his palms slid down her thighs before hiking her up on the counter. y/n felt the goosebumps rise through her skin at the cold contact.

she felt feverish at the lack of clarity in her senses. he was a toxin in disguise of an antidote, hidden beneath the layers of the perfect beloved sheriff’s son. this line they were walking on was insisted to be a one time thing, but lust always seemed to find a way back to square one.

his lips peppered kisses further and further before his eyes caught hers once more. the dim lighting illuminating just the highlights bouncing off her body—her shoulders, to her collarbones to the curves of her chest. he may have just mistaken her to be a goddess.

seeing tyler on his knees gazing up at her like that; she felt so vulnerable that he’s seen more of her than anyone has ever discovered.

he bit back a smirk at his favorite color looking right back at him in the form of a lace set. hooking the material to the side, he slung a leg over his shoulder and licked a agonizingly slow stripe up her folds with a groan.

a hiss left her lips at the contact as her hands wove into his hair. he relished in the fact he could give the girl he adored so much what she deserved. continuing the motion, his pattern switched every once in awhile in fit of swirls and sucking.

“god, that feels amazing.” he wanted to hear nothing less than these praises.

he adjusted on one knee and this newfound angle had just almost taken her off the edge. one hand clutched the roots of his wavy locks, the other pushing against the granite counter behind her.

tyler introduced a digit, the slick of her wetness combined with his saliva easily saved her from any pain. she found her hips starting to rock into him feeling that familiar high only a grasp away.

“lemme make you feel good,” he breathlessly breathed out. that expression of pure pleasure plastered on her face was something he wish he could engrain in memory.

she sighed in content as the knot finally began to come undone as she rode out her high. her limbs had felt like jelly regardless of barely putting in any work. the air was hot and seemed to let her senses slowly seep back into her.

tyler swept her up in the midst of her daze with a sweet kiss. her complexion radiated a glow of satisfaction.

“i’m about to have the best sleep of my life,” she remarked. mouth watering dinner, a satisfied hunger, and an appeasing orgasm. what more could she want in a night.

“alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#tyler galpin #nevermore #wednsday addams #wednesday #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x you #ajax petropolus #rave’n #weathervane

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iuteamstarcandy · 6 months

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[TRANS] IU ‘CHAT-SHIRE’ Album Introduction and Song Introductions

ALBUM INTRODUCTION

A bunch of twenty-threes, IU's current state which is full of trivial things. Also, your current state.

IU's 4th mini album ‘CHAT-SHIRE’ is out!

IU's fourth mini album ‘CHAT-SHIRE’, which everyone has been waiting for, has finally been released.

IU, who showed her growth as a musician with her detailed and unique emotions through her previous albums and her self-composed songs, expanded her involvement to take part in the production of this album, making her voice heard throughout the whole album.

This album ‘CHAT-SHIRE’ contains a total of 7 songs and from the perspective of characters from different novels, she expresses the experiences and observations of 23-year-old IU, as well as her thoughts and feelings about people around her. The album name ‘CHAT-SHIRE’ refers to a small society where the character of each song lives in their own area and one can finish walking through the whole place in 23 steps.

[Note: A ‘shire’ is a county or something like a town for different characters. See Chat-shire map teaser image. IU also said she meant for the lyrics to be idle talk (chat) and not be taken too seriously. See news article on album showcase.]

Through ‘CHAT-SHIRE’, which features IU's current state, you will think about yourself in your future, present and past. While the stories are based on IU's own experiences and thoughts, these are things that can happen to all of us and that we may think about too. Hopefully, with your image of yourself in mind, you can share and communicate with us through ‘CHAT-SHIRE’.

SONG INTRODUCTIONS

01. 새 신발 (Shoes)

Lyrics by IU

Composed by Lee Jong-hoon

Arranged by Lee Jong-hoon

“I took off my old shoes and slid my feet into silver shoes. They fit just right as if they are my shoes.”

A track that serves as a guide to facilitate a tour of CHAT-SHIRE. While greeting fans who have been waiting a long time for this album with the most familiar-sounding strings and voice typical of IU, this is the busy start of a new date. This song is a medium-tempo song with a vintage sound of the 'Motown' style of the 70s.

02. Zezé

Lyrics by IU

Composed by Lee Jong-hoon, Lee Chae-gyu

Arranged by Lee Jong-hoon

“The tree speaks with its whole body. It speaks with its leaves, its branches and its roots too. Do you want to hear what it’s saying? Then put your ears to my body. You will be able to hear my heart beating.”

This is a kind of love song that is sung while waiting for someone who is charming, but difficult, puts you at a loss, yet lovely. It is a song that stands out with the hip-hop sound of Lo-Fi beats that have not been experimented with in IU songs thus far..

03. 스물셋 (Twenty-three) (TITLE)

Lyrics by IU

Composed by IU, Lee Jong-hoon, Lee Chae-gyu

Arranged by Lee Jong-hoon, Lee Chae-gyu

“‘Can you tell me which way to go from here?’

‘It depends where you want to go,’ said the cat.”

This song is based on the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. ‘Cheshire’, which is also related to the name of the album, is the most important keyword in the album. There are many different ways to look at something, none of which are wrong. Whatever you choose is the answer and it just depends on what you want to believe. This song has a funky beat and disco-like sound, which blend with the light, fun and confusing lyrics, giving the impression of feeling exasperated.

04. 푸르던 (The shower)

Lyrics by IU

Composed by IU

Arranged by Kim Je-hwi

“It was really fun that day... But I have no idea where all this water came from that day.”

The day when my papery heart was soaked with water, my vision narrowed and in one breath, I fell in love with the season I never liked. Is it just good or is it just sad to remember what used to be beautiful? This is an acoustic song that makes you imagine a summer night full of memories of your first love.

05. Red Queen (Feat. Zion.T)

Lyrics by IU

Composed by Lee Jong-hoon, Lee Chae-gyu

Arranged by Lee Jong-hoon, Lee Chae-gyu

“‘She did look as ugly as you. She was redder than you, and with shorter petals,‘ said the rose. ‘She’s the type with lots of thorns.’”

Don’t we all have the experience of a strange feeling when we see the person being attacked by everyone make a smile without worry? This is a song that asks questions about the preconceived notions of everyone who thinks that it is uncomfortable to discover a good side to a villain who deserves to be attacked. The main character of the song, ‘that woman’, can be the first person who comes to your mind as you listen to the song, or it can also be you. Who is the worst between the woman in the story, the speaker and the listener? This is an uptempo track with retro feels that mixes two completely different genres, including the rhythm and sound of bubblegum pop in the ‘60s and chord progression of bossa nova in the middle of the song.

06. 무릎 (Knees)

Lyrics by IU

Composed by IU

Arranged by Lee Jong-hoon

”She patted my head with a touch as light as air.

‘It's always hard to be born. You know that, right? They say a bird must struggle to get out of its shell.’”

This is a song that started out with the idea that doubt keeps a person from falling asleep. ‘Doubt’ can be someone's doubt about me, my doubt about myself, my doubt about the rest of the world, or maybe a doubt about a day that just flew by that makes one feel uncomfortable (Note: because the day flew by without one accomplishing much). Everyone will have a childhood experience of sleeping so deeply in a dreamless slumber, not knowing that they were being moved somewhere in the large hands of an adult. This song is sung in a soft voice with a piano melody accompaniment, on a night that suddenly feels sad because as we grow older and older, we lose sleep even because of a small sound and become more and more wary (Note: of things or people) around us.

07. 안경 (Glasses)

Lyrics by IU

Composed by IU

Arranged by Kim Je-hwi

'“‘Everyone calls you a fool.’ ’Never mind. It's nothing to worry about.’”

This album is made up of question marks. IU's age of 23 is so full of trivial details and confusing that she can't be sure of anything or draw any conclusions. Nevertheless, this song was included as the last track because of the need for a full stop. A conviction not to wear glasses does not necessarily signify innocence. Living day by day with enough freedom and humor to hum a song, while losing sometimes and returning an attack sometimes. For now, that's the image of an adult that 23-year-old IU has the least aversion towards. This is a song with a guitar accompaniment that sounds lethargic, the use of a bandoneon (Note: a kind of concertina musical instrument) and rather bizarre backing vocals that are interesting.

08. 마음 (Heart)

Lyrics by IU

Composed by IU, Kim Je-hwi

Produced by IU, Kim Je-hwi

Something fragile, yet silently shining.

09. Twenty three (Bonus Track)

Lyrics by IU

Composed by PJ, Lee Jong-hoon

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

Source: Melon, Melon

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Legacy of the Fallen- Chapter 10

Prologue

Chapter 1

Last Chapter

Table of Contents

The Academy

Rachel’s eyes were locked on the car seat in front of her, her mind a colossal disaster while she struggled to figure out what she was supposed to do in this situation. Her fists clenched in her lap, the instinct to fight back for once being held back by her overwhelming shock and confusion.

She was in a strange car, surrounded by strangers, driving away from everything that she knew. Logically, she knew she was being kidnapped, yet it did not quite feel like that. Not that she knew what getting kidnapped felt like, but considering that they were almost eaten by a dragon- a very real, very angry dragon- and these strange people were the ones to kill it… it didn’t do much to calm her nerves, but it made her feel better about them, like the enemy of your enemy is your friend kind of thing, but not really because it was a dragon.

Except that dragon was apparently Asher, which meant Asher was dead now. But why would he attack Jacob in the first place, and since they were his friends, did that mean they would be killed too? How did he turn into a dragon, and how did they not figure it out before he did it?

Why did they take them? She didn’t know, maybe because they saw the monster? Were they secret government agents like the men in black? But then why didn’t they take the whole school? Then again, one of them did disappear for a bit, he could have erased all their memories… but then why did they take them instead of just erasing their memories too?

She couldn’t figure out where Jacob fit into this either. He knew how to use a sword, she wanted to use a sword too, but she would probably hurt herself within thirty seconds. No, she couldn’t trust herself with that. But Jacob clearly knew these people, so maybe it was more like a friend of my friend is my friend?

She shook her head, a chill running down her spine, sending her upright in her seat. She blinked, turning to Ben beside her. He was strangely calm, looking at the tips of his shoes, but maybe not strange because no matter what happened he always seemed to keep his cool. He must have felt her gaze on him, lifting his head from how he had tucked it down. She could see the worry in his eyes, but far from the utter panic she was fighting down on her own. Wordlessly, he reached a hand across the gap between their chairs, his cool fingers feeling like ice against hers.

The whole car was tense with the silence that could crack with the slightest of noise, the revving of the engine droning in her mind as harmony to her racing thoughts. Behind them, Jacob and Anna were out cold, the blond boy doing something that caused a pale light to wash over the inside of the car, leaving an eerie cold shine that shone shadows up onto the roof.

Her grip tightened on Ben’s hand as her mind went to her mom and sister. Would she see them again? What about her brother? Would he even know that she was taken? Would any of them look for her or would her mom pretend she didn’t exist anymore, just like she did when Brady left? Were they going to die? Were they going to be shipped off to a far-off country?

She turned her face back to the driver’s seat, unnerved by Ben’s silent acceptance. They had just witnessed things that should have been impossible, things that she had only read about in her favorite fantasy books. Fantasy was the keyword. As much as she had always loved the world of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, it didn’t mean she wanted dementors or monsters chasing her and her friends.

She couldn’t survive in a world where those things were real! She would be eaten or cursed; but more likely, she would get lost or stand frozen in confusion until she died, just like she did earlier. Sure, she liked reading about all of it, escaping into worlds so much more intriguing and exciting. That’s where they should have stayed though, where she could just close the book or turn off the TV and go on with her life. Not getting stuck in a car going who knows where after she witnessed her sort-of-friend turn into a dragon that got killed by an Amazon warrior with ice powers.

She felt her hand get grabbed by Ben’s other hand, his fingers, once again, icicles against her skin. She glanced over, a note of guilt hitting her as she noticed the half-moons that had been dug into his hand with her nails. She raised her gaze, meeting his. Despite his cool demeanor, she could see the worry hidden in his eyes. His face was pale, his jaw tight, and there was a slight tremble in how he held her hand with both of his. It was like the time they had explored her haunted basement all over again, except so, so much worse.

She swallowed, hard. She needed to protect him as she had always tried to do. Though these people had saved them from the dragon, she couldn’t guarantee that they had good intentions, and most people bringing strangers into cars didn’t.

Outside the window, they were approaching the familiar edge of the city, the houses growing apart from each other and the beginnings of the stretches of cornfields visible at the top of the next hill. Behind them was her home, her family, and the security of knowing what was going to happen next. She would rather be going to Spanish class right now, but instead, they were heading out into the unknown.

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The last thing Ben had expected to happen during an average Wednesday in April was for Asher Coleman to turn into a monster that was killed by an obviously trained group that somehow knew Jacob Samuels who was currently unconscious in the back seat of the shapeshifting van along with the new girl that had fallen from the sky.

No. He was expecting the quiz he had to take in fourth hour, and that lunch would be a quiet affair and not a battle scene that he was very convinced he would somehow die in. Now he and Rachel were riding in silence with the only four others that were conscious, being complete strangers that were most definitely armed and dangerous.

Rachel’s hand death-gripping his told him how her mental state was, but he was surprisingly calm. Logic told him he shouldn’t trust the people around them, but considering they just saved their lives, he doubted they were driving them off into the middle of nowhere to kill them.

Then again, they were, in fact, driving them to the middle of nowhere. So that wasn’t necessarily a good sign.

They had left Rochester behind, the roads blending as they passed cornfield after cornfield, and the occasional bean field or dairy farm with cows grazing cluelessly in a field with the stench of manure hanging in the air.

Part of him wanted to say something, ask where they were going, who they were, why they were doing… what they were doing, but considering the albino girl that had stabbed a giant monster through the head was directly behind him, obviously ready to snap, talking didn’t seem like a good idea.

He wondered what would happen if his mom came home to find that he didn’t return. The first thing that came to mind was would she notice? It went as quickly as it came because of course she would notice. She noticed if he was thirty seconds off on his arrival to dinner each evening.

He wondered if he would ever see her again, a notion that was theoretically positive considering her treatment of him, but it still stuck a knife into his heart. He didn’t want to think about his dad, in fact, he never really did.

He didn’t have much to lose if things did turn for the worse, and he was well aware of this fact. Rachel had her family to go home to, but it wasn’t like his was anything anymore.

So no, he wasn’t overly worried about the idea that they were taking them out to die. He could just hope that this car ride wasn’t heading in that direction.

They had been on the back roads for well over a half-hour at that point. He had to admit that even though he had lived there his entire life, he had absolutely no idea where they were. They had passed none of the landmarks he would have recognized, and with the number of turns they had taken, he didn’t even know if they were north, west, or east of the city.

His heart flipped when the van began to slow, and this time there was no intersection ahead. The only destination he could determine was what looked like a family farm on the left side of the road. The buildings were obscured by a thick line of evergreen trees that stretched over to a forest that wrapped around a good portion of the land.

He felt Rachel’s grip tighten even further, the nerves in his hand screamed in protest, but he didn’t care. He gave a light squeeze in return, a small attempt at comfort that only made his anxiety spike.

The van turned, the moment stretching longer than what made sense. He heard Rachel take a stuttering breath while he held his own.

They pulled off the road, the van rocking with the rough gravel under the tires. It was only a few seconds before a shock of electricity shot through his body, his eyes slamming shut with his sharp inhale. It was barely a second, but he pulled his hand free from Rachel, his brain just registering that she had let out a squeak of discomfort as well.

His vision was blurry for a moment when he reopened his eyes, but what he saw when they refocused made his mouth go dry.

Ahead, within the gap in the tree line, a large gate had appeared from nowhere. Beyond it, he could see buildings rising up, none of which had any business on a farm, and there were people. People that had previously been nonexistent through the gaps in the trees were now clearly present, two of whom were standing in wait for them as they rolled forward to the gate.

The sound of the driver’s window rolling down was surreal, the driver quietly speaking to the young man that had walked to the door. There was a quick nod and a signal from him, then the other, a woman, opened the gate with what was obvious urgency.

They pulled through, immediately turning left, away from the opening in the trees to move toward what was a surprisingly normal multi-car garage by the edge of the road which looked just like it had when they were driving on it. The garage door opened to reveal two women, and the driver mumbled what sounded like a curse in another language.

Ben surveyed the women; both looked like they were in their early twenties at the most, the one on the left catching his eye with her mane of auburn hair and tall stature. Just from looking at her, he could tell she was someone of authority, quite possibly the person in charge. Her light eyes were sharp and cold as they grew closer, her arms crossed in a manner that spoke of indisputable judgment.

He shivered, despite her narrowed gaze being fixated on the driver across from him. The other woman looked vaguely familiar, her dark brown hair pulled back by a silver crown-looking thing that looked almost identical to the one the albino girl was wearing. Her dark eyes were hard to read, but the anxious tapping of her foot revealed more to him than the scowl on her face. The black markings around her eyes caught his attention, the lines making her angular features more dramatic as she observed the other woman approach the van.

The car jerked softly as the driver shifted into park, the front doors of both the driver and passenger opening almost simultaneously. The engine fell silent, and the car became silent except for the buzzing in his ears. He could hear the muffled voices of the others outside the car, watching subtly as they moved around the vehicle to the trunk where they paused for a second before it opened.

“-No time,” the driver was saying, his voice low and rich, an unidentifiable accent hitting on the vowels of his words in his intensity. “We were about to be cornered there.”

“Get them to the healing chambers,” the woman’s voice was as cold as looking at her would assume. “But we will be discussing your failure.” Ben looked back in time to see the sneer on her face before she turned away. “If there isn’t anything else to report, I will inform Maishear of your arrival. Amber will assist you in moving the wounded.”

There weren’t any words spoken after the woman left, just the sounds of movement in the trunk, the albino girl shuffling back and forth at the edge of his vision as they sat.

Ben’s door opened, and the young girl that had been sitting in the passenger seat looked at him with large, very green eyes. “My name is Eleanor; we’re not going to hurt you. I’m going to need both of you to come with me, okay? We have a lot to talk to you about.” She switched her gaze to Rachel.

Ben looked at Rachel, her face pale and lips pressed together. Silently, they communicated like they always had, exchanging their unsurety.

“I’m sorry you have to find out this way,” The girl, Eleanor, broke the connection. “But you can’t stay here, and you can’t go home.”

Find out what? He felt his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly; he swallowed. He had zero urge to move from his seat in the van, even with the other girl uncomfortably close to him at the moment.

Rachel was quiet, her dark eyes darting to each figure around her. She stopped on something behind the girl, Ben turned to see the driver easily carrying Jacob’s unmoving figure swiftly away, the dark-haired woman following with Anna in her arms. Ben caught his breath slightly, he hadn’t gotten a good look at the blonde girl after she had fallen, but there were scorch marks visible along her arms beyond the curtain of her singed hair.

“Please,” Eleanor urged, licking her lips nervously as neither of them made to move. The sound of the trunk being slammed shut caused her to look back before returning her eyes to his.

“Get out,” the harsh husky voice of the albino girl made him jump as he turned to look at her. Her light colorless eyes burned into him, and despite her awkwardly bending over from the low height of the van’s roof, she was by far the most intimidating person he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. A mental image of her pulling the insides of the monster earlier resurfaced as he looked at her. “Stop gaping like a goldfish and get out of the way.” Her voice dropped to a growl, and he found himself unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding out of the car, Eleanor having to move quickly to not be bumped into.

He gritted his teeth after he had cleared the vehicle, regretting that he had done it. The girl followed him out, immediately circling to the blond boy that was leaning against the van with the huge sword in his hands. She snatched it back, the glare she cast the boy outshining the one she had given him by far. The blond boy didn’t seem to mind though, even angling a smirk after her as she stalked away.

Rachel was the last to leave the van, her hands wringing around themselves as she rushed to his side. She positioned herself between him and the others, just as she had done for years. This time though, he could see the fear in her shoulders, in the way that her weight was in the balls of her feet, ready to run if she had to, and it was most present in the way she wasn’t taking her eyes off the strangers for even a second.

He wanted to reach out to her, but he kept his hands at his sides, hands curled into fists.

“They’ll be okay,” the blond boy said suddenly. Ben looked at him again, he was still leaning against the van, though now that he looked closer, he was supporting himself on it more than leaning. Had he gotten hurt too? Ben hadn’t seen that, then again, he hadn’t been watching him. “I can tell you that Jacob’s had way worse.”

“This is Ryan; since he’s decided he’s not going to introduce himself,” Eleanor shot the blond in question a look, but it lost its weight with the small smile that accompanied it. “And we want to formally welcome you to our home, and apologize for the circumstances of your arrival here.”

“So formal, Ere,” Ryan teased.

She ignored him as she met each of their eyes, her green eyes seemed greener than green, unusual against her darker complexion. “I understand that today is a lot and you don’t know what’s going on, but I assure you that we didn’t bring you here to hurt you.”

Ben looked her over, she must have only been twelve or thirteen, by far the youngest of the group that they had ridden with. Meanwhile, Ryan looked to be their age. He narrowed his eyes in thought, intrigued.

“Yeah,” Ryan interjected, a humorous curve to the corner of his mouth that made him look younger. “We don’t bite. Hard.”

Ben could see Rachel’s face, which had been tense with fear, twist in a cringe at his ‘joke.’

“If you would follow us, we would like to show you around, as well as where you will be staying.”

“Staying,” Rachel spoke for the first time, blankly restating what the girl said. Though her dark eyes were filled with fear, her tone was as hard as nails.

Ryan pushed off of the van, swinging the back door closed as he did so. The sound echoed off the blank walls of the garage, as the blond moved closer to Eleanor. His silvery eyes now had a sharp glint to them when he locked his eyes on Rachel.

“We can talk,” Eleanor elaborated quickly. “But first, please.” She gestured to the door the others had disappeared through.

Ben felt his curiosity tug him toward the opening, but Rachel’s presence kept his feet rooted in the spot.

“I want to know what that thing was,” Rachel’s voice was tight and dry; like she was having difficulty getting the words out.

Ryan’s face changed slightly, shooting a glance at the side of Eleanor’s face. “It was a Hytroxae,” he stated.

“Why?”

Ben understood her simple phrasing, but he could see the others taken aback by it.

“We don’t know,” Ryan admitted.

“Why did you take us?”

“We-” he stopped. “It’s something we need to talk about with you.”

“So do it,” Rachel narrowed her eyes in a familiar challenge.

“First,” Eleanor looked her squarely in the face. “You have to come with us.”

Ben nudged her softly with his knuckles, meeting her gaze unflinchingly when she turned.

She huffed as she turned back to them, her hands tense at her sides when she spoke an incredibly forced: “Fine.”

Eleanor nodded but reached behind her back. In her hand, as it came back into view, was a simple golden rod. She moved to Ben before holding it out, her head slightly tilted back at the height difference between them. “Take this for now.”

Ben looked at it, his nerves jumping slightly as he realized that she had been carrying a spear that greatly resembled this rod that had somehow vanished somewhere in the chaos.

Slowly, he reached for it. The cool metal tingled at his fingertips as he brushed them against the solid surface. He jumped as the girl grabbed his hand, placing it firmly on it. It sprung to life; expanding on both ends to reach what about matched her height. It felt odd and tiny in his hands, the sharpened tip tilting with the uneven weight distribution so he moved his other hand to stabilize it.

“Let’s go,” Ryan grinned.

Ben looked at the weapon in his hands, unsure of what he was supposed to do with it. He could have stood there for longer, staring at it, but he glanced at Rachel to find her doing the same. Her eyes slipped to meet his, and he could see her conflict. He understood, and they stayed that way for a few seconds, debating with only eye contact connecting the two before Ben shrugged and began moving to the door, Rachel following at a slower pace.

The afternoon sun glared into his eyes as they stepped free of the building, revealing the clearing he had caught glimpses of when coming through the gate. It was larger than he had thought, expanding to fit several buildings that encompassed the outer edges of the field.

It was a mixture of styles, but all looked like they had been built fairly recently beside the farmhouse to their right which was certainly the original building on the land. Instead of where a barn would stand across the grass on their left, a large, two-story stone building rose from the ground. It looked out of place, too regal to be standing in the middle of nowhere. Its roof was arched in ways reminiscent of old churches and ancient temples, the gray stone almost white in the light.

The buildings ahead of them were more traditionally built, but each was unique. Signs hanging by the doors revealed a surprisingly normal shop lineup with stores for food and necessities, and a small café with small tables set up outside.

“This is the main square,” Eleanor stated the obvious, gesturing for them to continue forward. “Here at the academy, we have about a thousand people living across the land, so it’s best to have everything they need in this common area.”

Ben felt his eyes grow large at that number, though from the number of people that were currently scattered across the clearing, he considered the similarity to a small town. The residents were watching them curiously, but he was struck by the fact that none of them looked surprised or concerned at their strange presence.

“Living here allows our people to live without fear,” Eleanor continued. “It’s not perfect, but we’re rebuilding slowly, and it’s the closest we have to our home.”

Her vague phrasing piqued Ben’s attention, and beside him, he could envision Rachel’s eyes narrowing.

“Our team,” Ryan interrupted. “Our observance, we live in a building of our own.”

“Yes,” Eleanor nodded at him. “We live beyond the tree line that way.” She pointed broadly to their left. “Most of the private residences are spread on the other sides, while the observances are all over there. We only really deal with Kesritae’s though.”

It was clear they were meaning well with this information, but unfortunately, with no context, they might as well have been talking gibberish while Ben concentrated on figuring out what it was that they weren’t saying.

They followed the stone path that wound around the outside of the grassy area, passing various people as they went. “Currently,” Ryan said as he gave a nod to a passing man. “We have five on our team. Cameron, who drove us today, Eleanor and I, Elaine, and Jacob.”

Ben wasn’t surprised, but Rachel sucked in a gulp of air at the confirmation.

“We are… us,” Ryan shrugged as he looked at Eleanor. “Cameron is a mysterious serious man that has stuck around for some reason, and Elaine and Jacob are fraternal twins of the headmaster that like destroying things for various reasons. Don’t tell them I said that.”

“Ryan likes to give everyone fun little descriptions,” Eleanor sighed. “We are all welcoming though, but Elaine means better than she lets on.”

“So you say,” Ryan’s eyes flashed, but with what, Ben couldn’t say.

He could only determine that the albino girl was somehow Jacob’s twin sister, which was truly baffling since even beyond the obvious, they looked nothing alike.

“Amber, who you met earlier is also their sister, but that’s complicated,” Ryan added. “She is also a joy to interact with.”

Eleanor nudged him lightly with her elbow, giving the slightest shake to her head.

“Anyway,” Ryan continued cheerily. “The other woman you met is Kesritae, and she’s kind of our boss. Don’t let her get to you, she might bite your head off if she gets too close.”

Eleanor shot him another warning glance.

Ben watched them, his dark blue eyes darting between the two. They were almost behaving as though the day was normal, like they hadn’t witnessed the impossible, the very possible death of two people, or kidnapped them. But what worried Ben, is that he had a small part of him that was put at ease, more so than he had felt in his own house for many years.

A few more minutes passed by, Ryan and Eleanor each taking turns to point things out and vaguely explaining something or another. Truly, it was beginning to all get mixed up in his head. Rachel had remained quiet, but Ben could feel she had something on the tip of her tongue.

It finally came as Ryan announced that they were going to see the observance building. They were nearing the trees when she spoke, her brown eyes searching. “So why are we here?”

They all stopped, turning to meet her intense stare. “What?” Eleanor’s face was unreadable.

“Why have you brought us here?”

Ben met Ryan’s eyes, the familiar spark of hesitation there in his eyes, which Ben noted had grown even more silver since the conversation had started. “Why don’t we discuss this once we sit down,” the blond said slowly.

“No,” Rachel’s tone held an edge to it.

There was a moment of silence, and then a heavy sigh. “You, me, everyone else here,” Ryan’s face was more serious than it had been the entire conversation. “We are not like other people. We have our own cultures, beliefs, languages…” He trailed off.

Ben felt his stomach sink. Whatever was about to come out of his mouth next, he knew it was going to change both their lives forever.

“I grew up in the human world like you, but I was lucky that my parents were open about our past and what our people have gone through.” Ryan paused. “That we all are children of Ariya, Hecathians, and not of Earth.”

Ben caught his breath, while beside him, Rachel stood stalk still.

He was barely aware of her exclaiming to everyone present.

“What the FU-”

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really feeling drawn to adding a skirt to my wardrobe and seeing you in full look Thom confirmed it, i wanted to hear your thoughts or approach to wearing them if you're willing to share!

I’m about to write a novel about this if you don’t want to see me ramble please scroll away:

There’s a lot to talk about here in regards to gendered clothing but I’m going to make some assumptions when answering this. If I’m off base or this doesn’t really answer your question send me another ask and I’ll clarify.

I approach skirts in my own wardrobe in a couple of different ways that vary based on the context of the outfit. At the end of the day, silhouette is always what I focus on the most and that’s the largest stumbling block I see for most people who are not used to styling a skirt (especially in a more traditionally masculine wardrobe).

Generally speaking, if you have broader shoulders like I do something with more volume is going to balance out your proportions and be most flattering. You’ll want to look for a-line shapes and details that create volume towards the hem like pleats or ruffles. I also like wrap styles because they’re much more flexible as far as fit and styling go. I don’t really like skirts that accentuate any of the contours of my body above the hemline but if that’s what you’re after there are definitely designers doing that in the men’s space (Rick Owens, Ann Demeulemeester, Dries Van Noten). If you’re shopping in women’s, look for keywords like sheath/body-con for that look. For shoes I prefer a boot/loafer/oxford/sandal rather than a sneaker with a skirt even in a more causal outfit because I think a sneaker can look awkward very easily but your mileage may vary. If you do wear a sneaker a high top and a long sock are best imo. In a more formal context, I like a skirt that operates the same way as a suit trouser. I want a shape that will compliment the cut of the blazer, and a fabric with similar weight and structure. Both pieces in the same fabric for a true suit is ideal imo if you want to present a skirt in a more traditionally masculine way, but I think mixing materials can work as long as the shapes are complimentary. For me, Thom is the benchmark for this look in the world of menswear and nobody does it better. Comme des Garçons Homme Plus has also done a few that I really like. If you’re open to buying from a women’s collection, look to brands like The Row, Tibi, Peter Do, Alaïa, and Wales Bonner for inspiration. Or if you want buy a fetish store latex skirt and wear it with like a band tee and flip flops like live your dream or whatever it really is Just Clothes.

#fa #I really do love rambling about clothes I hope this was useful

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ppcagencynetworkuk · 9 months

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AR Magic in PPC

Turning Ad Interactions into Memorable Experiences

In the ever-evolving world of digital marketing, Pay-Per-Click (PPC) advertising has proven its mettle in driving targeted traffic and boosting conversions. However, a new form of magic is infusing life into PPC campaigns, transforming mere ad interactions into captivating and unforgettable experiences. Enter Augmented Reality (AR), the technological marvel that is reshaping how users engage with ads. In this article, we explore how AR is turning the tables in PPC, creating experiences that resonate and linger, all while keeping a focus on a PPC Company London.

The Enchantment of Augmented Reality

Augmented Reality overlays digital elements onto the real world, effectively blending the virtual and physical realms. With AR, users can interact with digital content as if it were part of their environment, offering an unparalleled level of engagement. This technological wizardry, when integrated into PPC campaigns, turns static ads into dynamic encounters that are not easily forgotten.

Crafting Memorable Experiences

Visualize Products in Your Space: Imagine searching for furniture online and stumbling upon a PPC ad from a London-based PPC company that specializes in interior design. Instead of simply viewing pictures, AR allows you to see how that new sofa would fit in your living room. You can place, rotate, and scale the 3D model of the sofa, creating an immersive preview that informs your purchase decision.

Try Before You Buy: When considering fashion items or accessories, AR lets you virtually try them on. London-based fashion brands utilizing AR in their PPC ads provide users the ability to see how a pair of shoes or a piece of jewelry complements their style. This interactive trial before purchase adds a layer of confidence and excitement to online shopping.

Interactive Ads: London, with its bustling atmosphere, is the perfect setting for interactive AR ads. Imagine a PPC ad for a restaurant. Through AR, you can interact with a 3D menu, watch dishes being prepared virtually, and even see reviews from fellow diners hovering around the eatery. This immersive experience creates a sense of connection and compels you to explore the restaurant in person.

London's AR-Powered PPC Landscape

London, a hub of innovation and culture, is an ideal canvas for AR-powered PPC Agency London campaigns. As a global city at the forefront of technology adoption, London-based PPC companies are harnessing the power of AR to deliver unique experiences to their audiences.

Keywords: PPC Company London

For London-based businesses aiming to excel in the PPC game, integrating AR is a strategic move. By partnering with a PPC company in London that specializes in AR integration, businesses can create campaigns that stand out in a crowded digital landscape.

In a city known for its diverse business ecosystem, London PPC companies are utilizing AR to differentiate their clients' campaigns. By blending digital innovation with traditional advertising approaches, they craft experiences that resonate with the city's dynamic audience.

In a city like London, where innovation is the norm, AR-powered PPC campaigns are gaining traction, captivating audiences and driving results.

As the digital advertising landscape continues to evolve, the partnership between PPC and AR is a powerful testament to the potential of technology to create engaging and lasting brand experiences. In London, where the heartbeat of progress and creativity thrives, AR's magic in PPC is leaving an indelible mark on the way businesses connect with their audiences.

#ppcagencynetwork #ppccompanylondon #bestppcagency #entrepreneur #marketing #ppcagencycaterham #artificial intelligence #ppccaterham #ppccamberley #payperclick

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Body Positivity Representation

We can all agree our mind is a very powerful tool. Things we think of ourselves is sometimes out of our own control, we let ourselves be compared to others and such we often may look for validation from things that really don’t matter.

What I find frustrating is how even in art body and beauty is criticised and when it’s considered “unrealistic” or “destructive” or “oversensual” or girls “internalise” a beauty standard I get fed up. Art never had to be realistic, we came so far from the whims of what art was for in history that Art isn’t about being realistic it’s about giving life, message and character to something you give value to.

We take that away from an artist artwork when we mix our own insecurities about ourselves that we often don’t realise that the very thing we strive for is way out of reach because we don’t see the damage in our own cause we strive for, in other words we are sometimes so restrictive to our own perspective we don’t see the other.

Some people who claim the beauty standard to be the issue are also the same people that tear naturally beautiful women to think less of their body as if it’s not any less destructive than the beauty standards they preach about.

Fixing one’s body to be more plus sized or realistic doesn’t count as body positivity and never was body positivity when you change the original body to fit your narrative of what you find to be realistic or “representative”.

Therefore the keyword “Intention” really helps to clear out the difference between people who really devote themselves to the message and people who only use it as a shield for their own personal gain.

It’s funny to me aswell when people say a character with a big bust and an over exaggerated figure are somewhat contributing to beauty standards or the oversensuality of women in media when it actually isn’t and it’s actually offending in a way that to desexual a woman these days in media is to make their bust less prominent or even their hips and that is actually inverting a message of how girls with these types of features aren’t sensual (I’ve seen the Lola Bunny Fiasco unfold regarding this).

When I was a kid I loved miss Bellum, she was my absolute favourite, but never once have I thought to myself I wish I had her body or that I liked her just because of her body, in fact I admired her because she was brave, kind, independent and wise because most kids during this age don’t think about their body unless it’s brought up to them and kids often follow what their parents thought them and because I admired this character I was inspired to be like her not BE her but be a person like her.

A grown woman simply being open with her sensuality like Rouge or Miss Bellum doesn’t mean that a character like that focuses purely on being sensual because oh she looks great but actually teaches girls to embrace their own sensuality and I don’t think a girl shouldn’t feel gorgeous or fabulous because someone tells her shes not, besides the issue here you addressing isn’t people wearing revealing clothes it’s the act of being suggestive that becomes a problem than the body.

Suggestive is the action not the outfit or body most of the times.

In fact if we had more characters with different body sets who acted confident about their own body like these ladies here (for example Red Shoes) than I’d say more and more woman would be inspired and motivated than you feeling the need to change a body figure to a pretablished character to feel represented.

#bodypositivity #art #lola bunny #rouge the bat #miss bellum #body image

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Fascinated by the concept of YYH everythings the same but everyone's got sports shoes rather than those weak half-sock-or-"idk a boot?" things

So I'm not a shoe-focused fashion-obsessor, least of all in relation to sports even though I LOVE drawing big sports shoes to jump and run in, but currently this is the vision:

(Note: I'd like to keep these non-anachronistic! Shoes from the 80s, early 90s, or perhaps even the 70s would be good, but I also want to keep in mind WHY they would be having the shoes from whatever year the shoes are from.)

Kuwabara in mostly white 1989 Reebok Pumps, they're so big and pumped?? They look really padded and tall, becoming reminiscent of Kuwa being the biggest and most muscular of the friend group. The 1980 Victory G is also pretty good. The Spot-Bilt X-Press 1986 would also be good!

Key words: tall and bulky (not boots, that's a different genre).

Kuwa strikes me as more economically secure than Yusuke (not rich), and can afford a new pair of shoes if he saves up for them, without much difficulty. Biggest difficulty would be abstaining from buying something else in the meantime.

Kurama is most remembered in his unaltered school uniform - Kuwa and Yusuke are also most remembered in their school uniforms, but theirs have been tailored to fit their own styles and reflect their delinquent streak. Usually having to use the entire arena to attempt to evade attacks and rarely still in motion, I'm drawn towards tennis shoes or shoes with a streamlined design.

Striking me as a sentimental and fashionable person when it comes to his earthly relationships, I think he takes care of his shoes very well. It could be cute if he and his step-dad began a shoe-collection hobby together? But that's fanfic territory and we're trying to keep to headcanons.

Here, a Nike Air Pegasus (1983).

Another word coming to mind is "boring". I think if Shiori had never grown ill, Kurama would not have gotten as involved with the demon realm or spirit office as much as he does in canon (where are the canon divergence fics about Shiori never getting sick. pls, I want canon divergence yyh fics and concepts).

I don't know how successful he is about trying to pass himself off as human as humanly possible, but I do think he tries. He won't sabotage his own grades of course, he will try to be the best son possible, but to be a good person in any society is to fulfill social requirements, and part of that is not sticking out like a sore thumb.

Hence, rather boring shoes.

Keywords: Low/average collar; streamlined and "boring" shape. Outsole should be like an arrow, at the most extreme of stylisations. Colours don't stand out.

Nike or adidas, I think. Sneakers?

Oooh these Adidas Brougham shoes are really neat! Finally I like a design that doesn't have navy-orange combo! The sole is very ominous... it gives a little bit Imperial Japan vibes to me bc of the red circle here, but it's not enough that I think it'd read as a whistle in terms of character design. It is a good reminder though to think about the sole of the shoe, though. The characters jump around a lot, having something more exciting than a solid colour for the sole would be good.

The Diadora Maverick 1987 would also be good! Oh wait there's Italy, fuck that... on the other hand,

"An archetype of preppy cool, the Maverick held as much cultural weight as any tennis release from Reebok, Nike or adidas. Due to fickle tastes and the advent of tech shoes as status symbols, this would be Diadora's finest moment." (complex.com, Russ Bengtson, Gary Warnett, Nick Schonberger)

Isn't that very Kurama? And nothing is keeping the boy from customising the shoes. A boring shape, with colours that don't stand out, but with minute details that he alone or an observant friend might appreciate.

References:

www. 80sfashion.org/popular-shoes-of-the-1980s/ www. liveabout.com/the-8-coolest-running-shoes-of-the-1980s-3019213 www. complex.com/sneakers/a/russ-bengtson/the-80-greatest-sneakers-of-the-80s // retrobok.wordpress.com/2011/07/27/hall-of-fame-80s/ // inthe1980s.com/80s-shoes/

#yyh things #shoes #I didn't get to yusuke or hiei but i'm tired

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Authentic Beauty 🤍

Style Thoughts by Rita Essence System:

How you inhabit your unique beauty and the style logic that follows as a result.

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Right Up Quadrant

Right + Up: Your clothes support your mission in this world, they help you take space and to be heard and seen. You have an inspiring and refined essence and prefer a style that is high on effort, glamour, and drama. You may believe that you need to "tone it down", but your style is best when you just let yourself go for it. Your style energy is focused on finding pieces and creating cohesive looks - you want the process of actually getting dressed to be simple. Your style explorations are about being bold and finding styles that help you bring your message into the world.

Quadrant logic

It is efficient for you to approach dressing with a desire to make an impact, take space, and be seen in your life and your situations. It is efficient for you to think about your complete look. It's easiest for you to evaluate outfits when all the pieces are in place and it all "makes sense." It is not efficient for you to dress to fit in or to look approachable, friendly or low-maintenance. Outfits that are too quiet make you feel like you are losing your sense of self. Style systems can be efficient for giving you rules and guidelines and helping you create a "menu" of options in your closet.

Archetypal is the Playful Dame/Princess. It is the far right, more down archetype of the Right Up Quadrant

The Playful Dame/Princess:

She's radiant, dreamy, refined, inspiring, she enjoys taking space and expressing her effort, glamour and drama in a lightweight, fun and creative way. May enjoy yin elements, despite her personal yin/yang balance. For you, style is about elevating life. It's a tool in service to making something more special of life. Creating something more through your thoughtful approach to style. You tend to have a lighter, dreamier essence and there is something definitely refined, sophisticated and polished about the things you prefer. You create a little bit of distance through your style by doing things that are a little extra to other people and not being bothered if it appears a bit fussy.

Celebrity examples:

Gal Gadot, Yara Shahidi, Alexa Chung

Feel free to explore more yin elements that have a refinement with a little bit of a light or soft touch and will probably feel a little dressy to others however be comfortable and unapologetic about the level of self expression you prefer. Attention to detail is so important to you; the accessories, make up look, shoes etc that go with the story of the outfit. What others wear isn't so helpful. Also, choosing clothes that have some sort of visual interest as you can be drawn to more right down styling but ultimately your heart is a little allergic to pieces that feel too simple or quiet. So a lot of your styling is inviting yourself to travel more into the upness and choose pieces that are louder and more visually interesting and complex as you are comfortable, creating looks that tell more of a story.

*Personal Keywords:

Inspiring, radiant, refined + glamour, effort, intimidating (with a delicate ease, and understated touch).

*Movement Range:

Playful Dame/Princess > Gentle Grace > Icon

#style thoughts #style notes #petalsofarose

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Taking Flight - Chapter 4 - Echos

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Knock.

Kno-

The blond chucked a shoe at the door, “I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!”

She hid under her mountain of blankets, tissues littered all around her. How she hadn’t been Akumatized yet was beyond Chloé, she’d been crying and raging in her daddy’s hotel for three days now. She wasn’t proud but it didn’t matter she could just reject the Akuma. At least that’s what she believed, she’d done it once she could do it again.

Only those who had tried to say no knew just how much force Hawkmoth used when forcing Akumatization. Keyword, tried. Chloé had done it but the next moment it truly counted she failed, because she was weak. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and that in turn resulted in her accepting the butterfly’s power. She was, once again, unreliable and that had almost costed Ladybug the war. Ladybug, her hero. The city’s most important hero.

Chloé kicked her coffee table before taking some breaths. She couldn’t get Akumatized again, Hawkmoth may have almost had the perfect plan but it took the wrong, or in the villain's case one right, Akuma and they would win. She refused to be that especially since she almost was due to her selfishness.

That’s all she’s ever been was selfish, that’s all she knew how to be. She threw fits at an early age, instead of being reprimanded or told why she couldn’t behave so or not have what she wanted, what did her father do? He gave her it. Every. Single. Thing. That was after learning about her mother’s affair, before he attempted to but in the end even before she found out he let her have her way.

And from there it festered into something far worse than she would have liked. She certainly didn’t like it anymore, she did it all to feel good. Now? She couldn’t be more ashamed, she felt sick. Again, and again, again.

Chloé ran from her blankets just making it to the bathroom to let up what little food she had eaten since Wednesday. She’d been sick since then, unable to eat, sleep and when she did it wasn't for very long, she couldn't stop shaking at times, she had become sluggish at times not to mention how easily she got dizzy. There was more that she couldn't remember at the moment. Not that it mattered right now, she just got done gagging over the toilet.

Chloé took shaky breaths as she struggled to hold herself up. She finally let herself fall on her butt leaning against the white cabinet in her, usually, spotless bathroom. The lights seemed to attack her eyes, starting another round of her eyes throbbing and a migraine to follow its lead.

She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to make them shallow. After what seemed like hours Chloé slowly brought herself up and faced the sink.

Everything was too bright, the appliances were all too loud, the people were too loud. Her breathing was too loud, the heavy uneven intake of air made her head feel like thousands of needles were poking the frontal and middle lobes of her brain. The taste of bail had her on the verge of heaving, heaving what Chloé had no idea as it felt like there was nothing left but her organs left. Her limbs felt so weak, as she tried to hold herself up it felt so hard like she had nothing to hold herself up. It was like she was a piece of paper.

Chloé turned the faucet on and started cleaning her mouth off and brushing her teeth. It seemed to help get the taste out of her mouth; the minty flavor sat weirdly in her mouth mixed with her vomit. She could feel the individual parts over her mouth, it felt as though the mint was spreading throughout her mouth when in reality it wasn’t.

Chloé caught a glimpse of her reflection, she would never admit it but it caused her to flinch. Her cheeks were still covered with her emergency mascara she had put on earlier this week. She had run out of her waterproof container so she ordered more of the one she loved. Her eyes were so red from irritation, her hair was knotted so much on the sides(how much had she messed with her hair? It looked so ridiculous now).

She looked so disgusting, if she had the energy or felt like her usual self she probably would have shrieked. She did not have that luxury as she was so unrealistically exhausted. She instead hunched into herself, as if that would make it not look nearly as horrible as she appeared to be. She almost looked as shitty as her entire being felt.

Tears threatened to fall as she looked at her reflection longer.

Where did I go wrong?

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An eight-year-old Chloé scrolled through her phone while laying on her bed, she was so happy her daddy let her have her own. Now she could message mommy whenever she wanted to! And of course call either of them when she liked. She didn’t have mommy’s number yet but daddykins said he would deal with that later, and daddy never broke his promises!

Chloé smiled to herself as she searched up her mommy, Style Queen.

At first, it started out fine for the girl, she was simply looking for an image to use for a contact photo. As she couldn’t just take a photo of her mommy, she was away. Also her mommy would have only wanted the best, unlike daddy who didn’t mind weird pictures. It was all fine until she found a picture of her mommy posing with a little girl, a little girl that was obviously not her. Her hair was blond like mommy’s.

Chloé touched her hair, her light brown curls suddenly felt heavy on her shoulders. The other girls face wasn’t as round as her’s, her light blond hair was only a little wavy, her eyes weren’t the bright sky blue like hers. No, they looked more misty, an ocean blue.

Tears welled up in the little girl’s eyes, who was this girl? Who was she to be with her mommy when even she wasn’t! Why was her mommy with this random girl? Who was this girl!

Chloé ran out of her room to find her daddy but couldn’t find him. Chloé fell down in her daddy’s office crying.

Chloé eyes shot open, she wiped her damp face, “Ridculous, utterly…ridculous.”

Those stupid eyes, her mother’s eyes. She didn’t want to think about the girl, she always made her so angry. Chloé couldn’t hold it against her but it was hard not to after so many years letting it grow.

Chloé opened the Ladyblog again, while it had in resent months been a mix of reliable and Lila tales it didn’t really hurt to check it. Also Alya had made a new blog for her other journalism adventures in Paris that were non-miraculous powers related, but then that was mostly taken up by Lila’s face.

Surprisingly enough Hawkmoth still hadn’t Akumatized anyone since last week. It made even Chloé anxious, because he could be trying more drastic measures to get the Ladybug and Cat Miraculi behind the scenes. Chloé would have had her heart set on that if she wasn’t so confident in Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Chloé sighed and laid on her back staring at the ceiling.

What the hell am I doing?

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This was certainly not Chloé’s proudest moment, this being the longest she’s gone without a shower, but she was finally able to keep a few meals down. So she decided to take a shower, she felt terrible in her skin after so long.

She let the hot water flow down her, letting it open her face’s pores so she scrub whatever make up hadn’t come off when she had washed it off a few days ago. The heat didn’t make her stomach twist so that was a plus.

“You must be exceptional above all else.”

Chloé’s back straightened at the memory, it was hard for her not to let her mind slip. She tried to focus on the task but it was no use. At least when she sat around in her room she had limitless distractions, and when none of them worked she could listen to the city as it went on.

“The only exceptional thing about you my dear, is your mother.”

Chloé almost slid to her shower’s floor, if she hadn’t caught the rail she probably would have fell. Chloé quickly as she could finished her shower and stepped out and started to dry off and get dressed. Chloé left the bathroom and laid on her bed.

She doesn’t know anything about me…

I can be exceptional with out her as my shadow.

#taking flight #chloe bourgeois #chloe redemption #maribat chloe #maribat #maribat fic

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