body jewelry is all i want

List of Non-sexual forms of intimacy

Watching tv/movies together

going to events together like carnivals, festivals etc.

going on dates like to the movies or shopping

Sharing secrets


sharing drinks

phone calls


touching noses


philosophical discussions

Hand holding

Sharing jokes

sharing smiles

laying your head on someone’s shoulder

linking arms



playing with hair

scratching backs

tracing designs on arms

talking about the future

a hand written note

moving your head to their chest and listening to their heartbeat.

singing together or playing instruments together


feeding each other

drawing/writing on one another

Brushing your partners hair

sharing food

sitting knee to knee across from each other

 Doing beauty treatments like facials or manicures, hair dying or face masks

reading books together

take care of your partner when sick

talking about the relationship (how I feel with you, How I feel w/ this relationship)

cooking together



discussions about yourselves (like flaws, shortcomings, passions, stuff)

being physically/emotionally vulnerable

just sleeping together,

an actual open honest conversation

bathing and taking care of hygiene together

butterfly kisses


telling on-the-fly stories

meditating or sharing spirituality


sharing hobbies


sharing personal stories


seeing each other without make-up or all dressed up

moral support for major events

crying, sharing emotions, comforting each other

listening to someones heartbeat or breathing



being with animals together

going on trips together

sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items

Sharing online social media

cleaning someone else’s living space

going with them to a doctor/therapist

doing art together

kissing different body parts

making out

volunteer together

work together

talking about wants and desires

experience new things together

do an extracurricular together

play games together

play sports together

walking together

being respectful and kind to one another (helping them do things, open doors for them etc.)

Sharing responsibilities (chores, babysitting etc.)

giving each other presents, special things from the heart

talking about and respecting each others boundaries

public displays of affection

grooming in front of each other

wrestling or play fighting

texting/talking online

looking in each other’s eyes

complimenting each other

falling asleep over skype or chat

making faces at each other

sky watching

write poetry

inside jokes

respect each other

tell them how you feel about them

kiss and touch different parts of the body

get to know each other better (playing 20 questions)

go for a ride together

close your eyes and memorise each others faces with your fingers

walk arm in arm

make a playlist together

make up your own words or slang

go out to eat

list each other’s best features

bring your faces close without touching and feel each other breath

Go shopping together

throw a party or other event together

leave love notes

exercise together

exchange something meaningful

try to have a whole conversation with only eye contact and facial expressions

sit back to back and feel each other’s heart breat

learn their favorite food and make it

run errands together

look at photos together

take photos together

go people watch

have a staring contest

learn something new together

take turns leading each other on a nature walk blindfolded

get to know each others family and friends

draw or sculpt each other

paint each other’s bodies

play with kids together

practicing a skill together

sharing food

being in comfortable clothes together

waving goodbye

being comfortable with each other’s bodily functions

partner touching affectionately without asking

touching a partner affectionately without asking

partner touching affectionately in public

touching a partner affectionately in public

being partially undressed with parnter

being completely naked with a partner

direct eye contact

looking at genitals

talking about your or your partner’s body

any others you can think of?

I think one of the reasons why a lot of trans kids dye their hair and/or get body jewelry is that it’s probably the most accessible way to modify ourselves.

maybe it helps us, in a tiny way, relieve dysphoria.

like, adding a second floor to this house may be forbidden or take five years to complete, but dammit I’m gonna paint ALL the walls, in all the colors I want, TODAY.

anonymous asked:

I want to create a character design sketchbook thats strictly for fleshing out my characters. How do i do that? What do I put in it? Like what type of stuff?

The great thing about sketchbooks is that there are no rules about how to use them— it’s all about what you want from it! 

Of course, that can also be a pretty daunting thing, especially if you’re just starting out with it. Here’s a slightly disorganized list of things to consider including in a character design-centered sketchbook in addition to basic design sketches:

  • Movement and body type gestures/studies
  • Facial expression charts
  • Hairstyle thumbnails and studies
  • Character turnarounds/reference sheets
  • The same character at different ages throughout their life
  • Detail drawings of jewelry, patterns/embroidery, tattoos, and other smaller elements that may not be clear in full-body sketches
  • Studies of real-life examples of clothes, accessories, weapons, etc. that are similar to what you’re imaging for your character
  • Annotations/notes about parts of the design, such as clothing/armor materials, meaning or significance of special accessories, the contents of a bag, how a magical items works, the story behind a tattoo or scar… really anything that you want to flesh out beyond the basic visual design
  • Family trees and/or non-familial relationship charts (e.g. who’s friends, who hates each other, who’s dating, etc.)
  • Height comparison/chart for the main characters of a story
  • Drawings of a character’s bedroom/apartment/dorm/other living space
  • Hand studies
  • Clothing layer breakdown (as in, how would the character get dressed in their typical outfit, from undies to finished design?)

Obviously there’s no way to list every single thing that you could possibly put in a sketchbook, nor do you have to do everything that is on this list, but hopefully it will give you enough ideas to get started! 

The Signs as Panic! At The Disco Lyrics

Aries: “Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world and bury me alive. ‘Cause I won’t give up without a fight.” - This is Gospel 

Taurus: “Then the time for being sad is over and you miss 'em like you miss no other. And being blue is better than being over it.” - Hallelujah

Gemini: “Say what you mean. Tell me I’m right and let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign I want to believe.” - The Ballad of Mona Lisa

Cancer: “And we’re all not here for nothing and we’re bored with looking good. We gotta be starting something. Would you change it if you could?” - Vegas Lights

Leo: “I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.” - The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

Virgo: “I feel marooned in this body. Deserted, my organs can go on without me. You can’t fly these wings. You can’t sleep in this box with me.” - Trade Mistakes

Libra: “Time can never break your heart. But it’ll take the pain away. Right now our future’s certain. I won’t let it fade away.” - Golden Days 

Scorpio: “Cross my heart and hope to die. Burn my lungs and curse my eyes. I’ve lost control and I don’t want it back.” - Nicotine 

Sagittarius: “If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed. Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me.” - Northern Downpour

Capricorn: “The anesthetic never set in and I’m wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in. It’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional. It sure as hell ain’t normal but we deal.” - Camisado

Aquarius: “You’ve never been so divine in accepting your defeat and I’ve never been more scared to be alone. If love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep, then I’m putting out the lantern, find your own way back home.” - Folkin’ Around

Pisces: “I don’t love you I’m just passing the time. You could love me if I knew how to lie. But who could love me? I am out of my mind. Throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream.” - She Had The World 

I can't lose you.

Requested by Crazysurvival: Elijah and the reader (who is human) have been together for a while, they go out and she is attacked and Elijah turns her to save her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Warnings: Smutty toward the end. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Story start : “Are you almost done my dear?” Elijah asked taking a few steps behind his lovely Y/N. They finally had a night to themselves, he was taking her out to dinner and a show. She had a spring dress on with flats, wearing a golden necklace he had given her on their 2 year anniversary. Tonight was their 5th. She looked at him through the mirror smiling. Her E/C orbs filled with such adoration for him, it made his heart melt. What ever had he done to deserve her, he didn’t know, but he gave thanks everyday for her. She made him feel human, vulnerable in a good way and so loved. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡She knew of his past, all of the things he kept hidden. She did not fear him nor judge him. In the beginning he pushed her away not wanting to let her in. Until one day she just kissed him and they walls he worked a thousand years to build cracked an opening for her to come in. As he now five years into their relationship looking at her,still felt a great and powerful love for her. He met her quite young, she was 18 when they first met now she was 23. She kept her age to herself not wanting anyone to judge him for being with someone so young. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"Almost, this one earring is giving me a hard time.“ Her voice came out so smoothly, it drove him to want to do things…naughty things, but he would have to wait until later. She finally got the stubborn earring on and she turned to him. She wore her winged eyeliner and a natural shade of lipstick. Her sundress was purple she wore golden flats that went with her golden jewelry. She was the kind of girl who to everyone else was innocent and some would call it modest in her clothing choices but she was very different behind closed doors alone with Elijah. She was the saying ‘a lady in public but a freak in private’ and Elijah had no complaints what’s so ever. He was never one to police or controlling when it comes to how his woman dressed, as long as he was the only one to undress her. And how much he really wanted to undress her now. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"Elijah?” She asked placing her soft hand on his cheek. He snapped out of his fantasy and smiled at her. “Sorry was deep in thought.” He kissed her forehead. “You look absolutely breathtaking…” he said getting her jacket for her. She stopped him. “I don’t need it.” She said holding his hand. “It might get colder as the night goes on Y/N.” He replied kissing her hand. “Well that’s why I have a personal body heater as my date tonight.” She said with a small chuckle. “Is that all I’m good for?” He replied kissing her cheek now. She sighed into his kisses. Boy, this man was a romantic. “No, you’re an amazing cook aswell.” She teased. He let out a laugh that would make any girl drop her underwear but she took a deep breath. “Shall we?” She asked “Yes we shall.” He replied leading her out their apartment/loft. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Dinner was amazing and the show was great. They left their home about 8pm and were now walking back to the car, 1am. Y/N couldn’t help but feel strange. She felt as if she and Elijah were being followed. She felt as if she was in danger, she can’t say the same for Elijah because he was an original vampire. She was a human, which never bothered her until now, she tightened her grip of Elijah’s hand. Her stomach was doing flips, she wanted to vomit that’s how intense this feeling was. Elijah stopped walking and looked at his love. “Y/N, you’re shaking, what’s the wrong? ” he said cupping her cheek with his free hand. “We aren’t alone…” she whispered, he was about to say they were until a group a five vampires were now surrounding them,how she sensed them before him he didn’t know, he did drink a lot this evening. They weren’t from here he assumed. “Now gentlemen, how can we help you this lovely night?” Elijah asked annoyed but he kept his charm present. Y/N now had his arm around her shoulders and held herself against the side of Elijah’s body. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Five vampires were easy to take on for Elijah but with Y/N with him he had to make sure none of these guys had tricks up their sleeves. One of the vampires spoke up “We want the girl…” his eyes were filled with hunger. “Sorry to disappoint gentlemen, but the girl is mine and is off limits” Elijah said breaking one of the vampires arm, that one tried to grab his girlfriend from behind, the vampire hissed holding his arm snapping it back into place. “Do you know who I am?” Elijah asked his eyes changing. Y/N held on to Elijah tighter. When none of them answered. “I’m Elijah Mikaelson, you can not beat me.” He answered for them. Just then a woman appeared behind the group of vampires and waved her hand causing Elijah to be thrown to the other side of the street they were standing on. Y/N screamed in horror as she tried to run to him. But the vampires grabbed her. All she could remember was seeing Elijah snapping the witch’s neck before Y/N was screaming from the pain from being bitten into. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡After Elijah finished ripping the heart of the last vampire, he saw her. Her body was laying lifeless on the floor. He could still hear her heart beating but it was fading, and fast. He was at her side just then lifting her head and laying it on his lap trying not to cause her anymore pain. “Y/N, I’m so sorry…” Elijah said brushing her hair away from her face, he was blaming himself. If he didn’t love her she wouldn’t be a target. He thought he was so selfish being with her. He won’t let her die, he didn’t want to lose her, he couldn’t lose her. He took a breath as his tears rolled down his face. He craddled her in his arms. He then bit into his wrist and put it to her mouth. “Drink…please…Y/N, my love drink…” he said trying to hold back his sob. When she didn’t his heart broke. “Please, I can’t lose you…baby please…” Elijah begged, the only time he called her baby was when they were alone, it made her go crazy, she loved it. She let out a hum, it was so weak. She didn’t have the strength to suck on his wrist, so she weakly licked it. He squeezed his fist so more blood could pour into her mouth. She was covered in her own blood, dressed was ripped, shoes gone and tossed to the side from when the vampires attacked her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡He was relieved to hear her heart beating more strongly. And he felt a sting of guilt for what he was going to do. He most his wrist from her. He kissed her forehead, and all that was heard was a sickening snap. Her body was lifeless once again. He stood up with her body in his arms. His phone was ringing and with one arm he picked it up holding it to his ear using his shoulder as he continued to hold Y/N body bridal style. “Niklaus this is not th-” Elijah said weakly into the phone. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you and Y/N.” Klaus said concerned. Just then Elijah heard Klaus’ car drive up. And Rebekah jumping out of the car and Niklaus following. Rebekah’s eyes widened at the scene before her the vampire and the witch all dead,but Rebekah’s eyes started to water as she saw Elijah holding his beloved’s body in his arms she walked up to her brother cupping Y/N’s now cold face. She said nothing but tears were fallings. Klaus was silent. He was hurting though. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"She will come back…“ Elijah said. Both his siblings looked at him relieved sighs come from them. "Let’s take her home…” Klaus said opening his car for Elijah to lay Y/N down. The car ride seemed so long. No one spoke. Elijah was staring down at Y/N, smoothing her hair back. Klaus finally spoke “out of town vampires wanted her dead to hurt us, whatever blood they did not drain from her, the witches were going to use for some spell…” Klaus said as he drove glancing at thet rear veiw mirror at his brother. Elijah’s eyes were puffy from silent tears. “We don’t know what kind of spell.” Rebekah added. “Since the order was not to kill her yet, it gave you the opening you needed to change her…” Rebekah finished turning her body to look at her older brother. “It’s still my fault…I..” Elijah started but Klaus interrupted “It isn’t, do not blame yourself. Y/N wouldn’t want you to…” the car stopped, they were back at Elijah’s and Y/N’s place. “Kol is picking up your car, he should be behind us.” Klaus informed Elijah. All of them getting out of the car, Kol right on time just parked. Getting Y/N’s body inside. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Rebekah cleaned and changed Y/N’s clothes. Rebekah took Y/N’s jewelry off and handed it to Kol so he could clean the blood off. Klaus was unpacking blood bags from his care for once Y/N woke up in her transition. Elijah was changed and sitting in his chair beside their bed, drinking scotch. Did he make the right decision? He didn’t ask her if she ever wanted to become a vampire. Would she hate him? His heart began to pound. What if she decided not to go through the transition? He would end up losing her anyway. “Brother, calm yourself, everything will be alright…” Rebekah said laying a hand on his shoulder. He held her hand taking a final gulp of his drink. He kissed his sister’s hand. She wrapped her arms around him hugging him. She pulled away when they both heard a loud gasp and Y/N sitting up. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Y/N looked around panicking, everything was louder brighter and her teeth were hurting her. Elijah now sat on the bed cupping her face making her look at him. “Love, it’s okay, I’m here…you’re safe..” he cooed kissing her forehead. She didn’t relax, there was a lamp in the room causing a loud buzzing sound in her ear. It was hurting her. Rebekah sawn this and turned the lamp off. It was now sun rise. Rebekah forgetting Y/N was in transition opened the curtains “Rebekah!” Elijah shouted as Y/N groaned as her eyes burned she held on to Elijah’s shirt. “Sorry! I forgot.” She said closing the curtains again. “What’s happening to me?” Y/N groaned putting her face into Elijah’s chest. Elijah wrapped his arms around her. Scared to answer her Klaus walked in with a blood bag. “You joined the vampire club!” he said cheerfully. Holding the bag up, Y/N eyes started to attempt to change and she cried out holding her face looking away from the blood bag. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Kol walked in at the sound of her pained cries. “You have to finish the transition, if not you’re going to die.” He explained. “She knows the process brother.” Elijah said rubbing small circles on her back. Y/N remembered the attack and drinking Elijah’s blood. She looked up at Elijah, she wanted to be turned in a more romantic setting. But she couldn’t be angry at him. They never spoke about her changing in the 5 years they had been together. He didn’t want to force her, she didn’t want it to seem that was the only reason she was with him because it wasn’t the thought of her changing came to her mind the year before. Her head was pounding. Kol took the bag from Klaus and poked a straw into it and handed it to Elijah. Y/N stared at the bag, her eyes changing. But she blushed because everyone was staring at her. Klaus let out a laugh noticing the blush. “We shall go home so you two can have this moment together.” Klaus said grabbing his two younger siblings and walking out. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Elijah held the straw to her lips. “What if I don’t like it?” She asked in a cute tone. She didn’t mean to come out cute but whenever she was trying something new her voice became like that. “You will.” Elijah smiled. “But what if I don’t?” She asked almost bratty. “If you don’t, though you will, I can always mix it with something.” Elijah replied putting the staw into her mouth. She took a sip, then a sip turned into the whole bag being emptied. “Told you so.” Elijah said amused. Putting the bag on his chair. “Elijah…?” She asked a bright blush on her face. “What’s wrong?” Elijah asked concerned. “Why am I so horny?” She asked embarrassed. She didn’t look at his face. “Its horny on steroids…” she added in a whispered. Her core was on fire. He noticed her hips wiggling. He laughed, she was cute. He lifted her face and kissed her lips. “Now you know how I feel when I’m around you…” he said putting her on her back getting ontop of her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"Your emtions are a lot more intense,and being aroused almost all the time is one downside, sometimes.“ Elijah explained kissing her neck. "Sometimes?” She sighed “It can be a downside when you have no one to help release your desires and needs…” Elijah said now pulling her shirt over her head kissing the new exposed skin of her breast. She mewed when he pulled her bra away from her kissing her nipple. “Elijah…don’t tease me…” she begged. She needed him inside her now. She wanted no foreplay she just wanted him to take her. He smiled and chuckled at her needy behavior. He used his vamp speed to undress himself. He was indeed hard, he wasn’t kidding about being horny all the time. Especially she brought that out in him, he could control it most of the time,but not around her. He removed her night shorts and panties and entered her causing her to moan and arch her back toward him. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡His thrusts now held nothing back. When she was human he made sure his thrusts weren’t hurting her. But now since she’s a vampire especially a new one, he didn’t have to worry about him getting too rough. She cried out when he thrusted into her gspot. She clawed his back, causing him to groan. “Elijah…” she moaned his name, she loved how he felt inside her. She looked down at their bodies. Elijah was long and thick, really thick. She moaned and bit her lip as she saw his cock disappearing inside her. Elijah saw her eyes watch them being one. “Like what you see?” He purred bucking his hips powerfully causing her to almost scream in pleasure. He was getting close. She was becoming tighter. Kissing her lips he hit her gspot headon not letting her lips leave his as she came. Thrusting a few more times before he became undone. They were both panting. He slid out of her laying beside her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡After about an hour of laying together in nice silence, Y/N spoke. “Thank you…Elijah. You saved my life, and gave me a new one.” She said now laying to face him. “It is still my fault…if you weren’t mine, you wouldn’t have been in danger…” Elijah said cupping her cheek. “Elijah, I know what I signed up for. And if I could go back, I would kiss you again that day, over and over again.” Y/N smiled. “It’s actually my fault, I was so determined and stubborn to have you I attacked your lips that day 5 years ago.” She shrugged “You were trying so hard to push me away years ago, well now you definitely can’t get rid of me.” She said kissing his cheek. “So you’re not angry with me?” Elijah asked. “No, you have done nothing but loved me Elijah, it’s not a crime.” Elijah kissed her passionately at her response. She kissed back melting into his kiss. When he pulled away she pouted. “And to prove to you I’m not angry” Y/N said getting up to straddle him. His eyes darkened and he grew hard again, his member was now poking at her entrance. She lowered herself ontop him whimpering as he filled her again. He groaned out “….babe…” she seductively smiled grinding herself on him he growled gripping her hips. “I wanna show you how grateful I am to you Elijah…” she said kissing his lips. “Happy anniversary…” she added. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡~FIN~ A /N: The Gif is not mine, and sorry if it wasn’t the best. And Please if you would like to request anything, please inbox me telling me what you want and I shall try to make your fangirl wishes come true! And it took me a while to come up with something for this request because first I had to fantasize about it first, see if it made sense before I wrote it down, wrote it down and now its here! Sooo hope you enjoyed! & thank you so much for the request! Keep them coming! Xoxo

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ZOSAN Egyptian AU: “For A heart” Collab

Character Sheet: Post!Sanji (2 years into relationship with Zoro)

Hey there, Mossy here! Doing a little solo since @cyriusli is out of commission for a bit thanks to surgery and life! As promised, here’s the art I previewed in the vlog!

If you like our work, please consider checking out my art blog where it links to my patreon, and @cyriusli‘s page as well where it links to her ko-fi! It’ll really help us out with bringing you more ZoSan!

Ahah, I’ve been waiting forever to put this up! I sketched it about a month ago now, wow! Time sure flies! But I finally get to show you Post-Timeskip Kitty-Pharaoh Sanji! (We’ve got him in armor later down the line, but for now, let’s enjoy some Sanji butt shall we?) 

More on his design below the cut!

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Cordonian Ruby

Summary: Just a slightly NSFW fic about King Liam and Queen Riley of Cordonia. 

‘I could punch a fucker right now, swear to God’ 
You strike a pose and smile at the cameras. The flashlights threaten to blind you but you keep your composure. 
“Your Majesty! Over here!" 
As if the fancy gown wasn’t heavy enough, there is vintage jewellery upon your person from the private royalty reserve of Cordonia. On top of it, you’re pretty sure your panties are riding up your ass. So, discomfort all around. 
"My Queen! Look here!" 
Your mask of stoicism is just about to crack when a soft voice whispers into your ear. 
"Sorry about this. You okay?" 
And all your anger and resentment has vanished. Just like that. 
Strange magic this. 
"I’m fine”, you smile at Liam and put your hand on his chest, “This isn’t my first rodeo, y'know?" 
The cameras go off faster and louder as Liam plants a kiss on your forehead. He says to you, 
"You’re amazing. And I believe the press has had more of you today than they deserve. Let’s go inside" 
"Gladly”, you sigh in relief. 
There are some more cries for attention from the reporters, but you wave at them and ascend the stairs to La Scala with your husband. 

You and Liam have been married for about three wonderful months. It is your first time with him in Italy, that too at the country’s finest opera house.
“Here you go”, Liam hands you a pair of opera glasses.
You’re quite sure the royal box you’re sitting in provides the best view but you take those anyway.
“These look fun”, you say.
“They are…”
Liam is interrupted by the Foreign Affairs Minister of Italy, who is also your host. He returns their greetings as the whole party joins you in the box. One of them, an over-friendly looking ambassador-wife, takes the seat next to yours. You give her a small smile as Liam gets busy discussing policy with your other companions.
“… but Rigoletto is my absolute favourite…”
You nod and space out at her droning chatter. Liam glances at you, wanting to include you in the political conversation but your neighbor won’t let up. The diamond necklace you’re wearing suddenly seems tighter and heavier. The lights dim, marking the beginning of the performance.
“…oh the horror of…”, the chatty lady goes on.
You try to tug at the necklace a little, stealthily. Queens don’t make “adjustments” to their attire once it’s worn, Bertrand had told you so.
'Good God’
Your index finger is between your throat and the necklace. Before you can rotate the necklace a little, a hand slips onto your thigh. You are about to panic but coming from your left, obviously the hand is Liam’s. He’s still talking to the others as his hand glides upward along your thigh, over the dress. You are glad for the distraction. Be better if you can give it your full attention though.
You tug one last time at your necklace, and in the same moment, Liam’s hand cups between your legs. And genuinely surprised, you jolt forward a little in your seat, making the necklace choke you.
“Kff! Kff!”
“Your Majesty!”
“Water! Fetch a glass of water, someone!”
“Your Majesty, I can perform the Heimlich if you will allow me!" 

The limo ride back to the embassy is silent. Liam tries,
"Again, I am so sor…”
“I told you - it’s not your fault”, you assure him.
“But if I hadn’t… ahem”, he clears his throat, “then you wouldn’t have been caught by surprise”
“I was surprised but I didn’t choke because of that
You grumble,
“It’s this stupid necklace. Maybe all my predecessors had swan necks or something 'cause this is way too tight for me!”
“Oh Riley”
Liam puts an arm around your shoulders and you muffle your face against his chest. He rubs your back in comforting strokes. You mumble,
“I never thought I’d come to hate jewelry”
“I’m sorry”
“Stop that”, you snuggle into him completely, “I just can’t wait to be back home, where I don’t have to wear 100 pounds of metals and carbonized rocks. Come tomorrow night, it will be just me and my soft pajamas”
“And your husband”
“Sure. If he asks nicely”
You feel his chest vibrate with the small laugh. Exhaling a long breath, you lean into Liam for warmth and close your eyes. 

A week after you’re back at the palace, you retire to your bedroom for the night. The day wasn’t as hectic as you had become used to. So it is in a good mood that you approach the wardrobe to change into nightwear. The servants stopped laying out your clothes on the bed after you admonished them twice not to. Good for you and good for them, although they seemed a bit hurt.
'I can’t please everyone’
You step out of the pencil skirt and pull off the blouse. You’re startled a little when someone gives a wolf whistle from behind. You turn to find Liam and grin. He stands by the bed, with his hands behind him. He is wearing a plain white button-up, still tucked in, and ogling you.
Gosh, you love seeing him like this - halfway to the state of undress.
If his eyes are being as true as ever, you’re certain you will be pulling off that shirt and trousers off him in a few minutes.
“Enjoying the show?”, you smirk, and reach behind to unclasp your bra.
“I would enjoy it more if you let me participate”
You plant your hands on your hips, fully aware of how his eyes won’t leave your form.
“You wanna give me a hand?”, you ask.
“I do. Come to me”
Getting turned on, you do as he said. Liam’s long, skillful fingers glide along your back to unhook your bra. With his other hand, he pulls you into him by the waist.
“I love you”, you smile at him.
“I love you more”, he kisses you on the lips.
You relax as he undresses you, still kissing him. He grabs your ass while sliding your panties off, in retort to which, you bite his lip. Liam breaks the kiss and moves down to remove the panties off your ankles. He rises slowly, kissing you in tender places.
“Liam”, you purr.
He sucks the skin near your navel, making you squeal.
“That’s going to leave a mark”, you tell him.
“Something I’ll have fun looking for tomorrow”, he says.
He rises, kissing the middle of your chest, locking eyes with you. When he is face to face with you again, you stand on your toes and put your arms around his neck. He licks his lips and you clamp your legs tighter together.
“You are so beautiful. Breathtaking”
You give a throaty laugh and press against him. He’s taking too long. Normally, he has you naked and willing in bed few minutes after setting his foot in the room.
“Could you…”, he traces his knuckles along the side of your waist, “wear something for me?”
Your amusement fades.
“You… you mean now?”
He nods, looking at your breasts. His hand begins to caress them, feel their shape.
“Um, okay?”, you say.
“Lie down”, he signals to the bed.
“What… oh!
You look on in wonder, having just been lifted and placed on the bed by him. As you stretch your legs, your feet collide against a small silver chest on the bed. Before you can ask what it is, Liam opens it to your eyes. Protected by velvet cushioning, sparkling jewels glisten within the chest. Liam brings out a dainty tiara from within and places it on your head. He then takes a bunch of rings and places them on all your fingers.
“Liam?”, you gawk at him.
“I don’t want you to hate jewelry. So I thought I could try making it more fun for you”, he puts his hands on your shoulders and lays you down on the bed.
“But… but I am not wearing any clothes”
Liam sits by your feet on the bed and picks out a gemstone. He places that in your navel, making you giggle. He grins mischievously, leaning over you,
“That’s a Cordonian ruby”
“You have put a different kind of Cordonian ruby on my body before but I like this one better. It’s less messy”, you laugh.
Soon, you’re adorned with a tiara, a couple of earrings, diamond-studded bracelets, armlets and anklets, and a gold waistband. The last piece of jewelry to go upon your person is a string of pearls. Liam teases you with it, gliding it over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. To your surprise, he puts it away after playing with it.
“What, no dangling necklace for me?”
“Why is that?”
“Then how would I do this?”
He gets on top of you and puts his mouth on your breast. You sigh with delight and grasp the back of his head. His supple lips part to taste you.
“Liam”, you whisper his name.
Your back arches as he sucks on your breast, his fingers playing with the other.
“Ah!”, you gasp as he nips at it.
His mouth travels downward, exploring your body with his kisses. You grab onto his shoulders and bunch the fabric of his shirt with your hands.
“Oh! Oh. Oh god, Liam. Oh!”, you moan and clutch at his hair.
He brings you to the edge but denies you a swift release. He kisses your lips again before moving up to your waist. You tug impatiently at his shirt.
“Off. Take it off right now”
He unbuttons the shirt while you unsuccessfully try to pull it off with both hands. You unbuckle his belt instead and unzip his trousers.
“I love it when you get impatient”, he says huskily.
You nibble on his Adam’s apple in response. Liam groans and presses into you.
“Yes”, you moan and wrap your legs around him.
You revel in the delicious pain of that first thrust. But Liam swiftly rolls you on top of him, while still inside you. He turns on the bedside lamp and looks up at you. You can see the dazzle of your jewels reflected in his eyes.
“My Queen”, he smiles.
You grin and lean over him. You interlace your fingers with Liam’s and hold his hands above his head. He can’t seem to stop staring.
“I must have done some really good deeds in a past life”, he says.
“Well, you’re about to be justly rewarded”, you smirk. 

Soon, the world has disappeared for you both. Only your pleasured moans, his fitful breathing, and the movement of your hips remain. Your jewels bounce as you do. Liam grabs your bottom as you rock to and fro.
“Liam… ah… I’m going to… LIAM!
Fireworks. Damn.

Deadly Secrets

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Part Eight

Master List

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,291
Warnings: language
A/N: Part eight is here! Italics are flashbacks. If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

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in which someone needs to open up

Silence isn’t the answer. MC should know that by now. But sometimes it felt like Jumin was far away. Maybe he was? 

Someone needed to say something. Someone need to open up.

MC loved her husband.

   But sometimes he could be too much.

   Sometimes he could be too little.

   Today was the type of day when dinner was on the table but words weren’t spoken. They ate quietly.

   “MC?” Jumin asked, breaking the silence.

   “Hmm?” MC responded quizzically. They sat on either side of the table with overrated food. Sometimes MC just wanted to have pizza and watch movies illegally. That’s what Seven was for. Sometimes MC just wanted to watch someone play video games and say ‘ouch’ even though they aren’t physically hurt. That’s what Yoosung was for. Sometimes MC wanted someone to give her lots of attention. That’s what Zen was for. Sometimes MC wanted someone to fangirl with at an aesthetically pleasing cafe. That’s what Jaehee is for.

   Sometimes MC didn’t want presents to distract her.


   “Sorry what?”

   Jumin sighed and rested his elbow on the table, “Are you taking advantage of my generosity?”. It took a second for MC to process the meaning behind what he had just said. Jumin noticed the confusion and discomfort in her expression and quickly retracted his statement.  


   MC doesn’t think she can stay here any longer.

   Too confined.

   Too lonely.

   Too grand.

   “Um…Jumin?” she asked hesitantly, twirling her fork. Jumin looked up again, staring at her with his dark eyes.

   He gave her a soft smile and urged her to continue.

   “I think I’m gonna stay at Yoosung’s this weekend so someone is going to have to feed Elizabeth,”  MC said, not really knowing if Yoosung was free. She had made this up on the spot.

   Jumin looks at her furrowing his eyebrows. He takes a second before continuing to eat with no response.

   Of course he doesn’t care, MC though. She was nervous for no reason. Everything was going to be okay. She was going to make pillow forts with Yoosung and draw stars on his arm and it’s going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine.

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✨I’m still in awe of how wonderful my face is turning out! All I need are two opal top nostril posts and I’ll be complete! So if anybody wants to get me some i wouldn’t argue 😘✨

Maybe life doesn’t always suck?

Feeling decent-ish again today. I did not want to get out of bed this morning, so I was too late to shower which means I usually feel gross all day. I ended up straightening my hair, which usually helps me feel better when I don’t have time to shower, so I’m not feeling completely horrible. I wish I could make showering at night work, but alas my hair is always like “fuck nope” and gets insanely frizzy.

The roads were shit this morning and it was annoyingly icy and snowy for the end of March. But I got to work on time and in one piece, and I even had time for coffee. It’s sad (and a little bit scary), but I think part of the reason last week was so horrible for me was that I was on meds and recovering from my UTI so I wasn’t drinking coffee at all.

Wedding stuff is moving along pretty slowly still. We’re 41 days out now, and I’m just starting to finalize things like centerpieces and seating charts. I’m pretty behind schedule, which is super stressful, but I think we’ll be okay. Our meeting with the restaurant got pushed back a week, which didn’t help anything. We need to see the venue to decide on the room/table layouts and sound equipment and a bunch of other pretty important details. They just finished construction on it and while it’s absolutely gorgeous, the fact that it’s a brand new space means the people we’re dealing with aren’t exactly efficient. But our meeting is now on Tuesday and we should hopefully be able to make some more decisions afterward.

My bridal shower is next Sunday, and I’m excited but also nervous. I don’t do the whole center of attention thing well, so it’ll probably be super anxiety-inducing like my baby shower. Though there are far fewer people this time, so maybe it won’t be so bad?

My mother, sister, and I are going to look for a dress for my mother for the wedding and my dress for the shower. We’re also meeting the seamstress who’s doing my alterations to pick out the fabric for a coverup for my wedding dress. I’m hoping we find something that matches because this whole process is stressing me out more than anything. She keeps trying to tell me that even though we’re going simple, I still need to look like the bride. And really I just don’t care. I mean I guess I do a little, but I don’t care about headpieces or fancy jewelry. I just wanted a few inches hemmed off the dress and a coverup made to match so that I don’t hate my arms in all of our photos. She’s an old friend of my mother’s and she actually made my mother’s wedding dress, so I feel bad being rude but like…let me do what I want please.

Anyway, this was much longer than intended and kind of turned into a life update somehow. Weight loss stuff still sucks, though I haven’t binged in two days, and I’m feeling annoyingly negative about my body lately, but I’m working on it. All I want on my wedding day is to feel good about myself and not be paranoid about how I look or what people think. Any advice on how to accomplish this would be much appreciated if you’ve managed to read this far. I hope everyone is well!

~~ The Bold Tag ~~

I was tagged by the sweetest @shysimblr. Thanks bby <3

  • I am in highschool.
  • I am in college/university.
  • I’ve graduated college/university.
  • I like my job.
  • I’ve worked a job I’ve hated.
  • I’ve never had a job.
  • I am shorter than 5′5.
  • I wear glasses.
  • I have a tattoo.
  • I have more than one tattoo.
  • I don’t have tattoos, but I want some.
  • I’m vegetarian.
  • I have allergies.
  • I’m self-conscious about my body.
  • I’m sarcastic when annoyed.
  • I’m shy.
  • I’ve been called over-emotional.
  • I have a strange sense of humour.
  • I have red hair.
  • I have blonde hair.
  • I dye my hair regularly.
  • I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.
  • I am an only child.
  • I have more than three siblings.
  • I have a niece.
  • I have a nephew.
  • I’ve failed a class.
  • I couldn’t choose a favourite song.
  • I can play an instrument.
  • I can speak two or more languages.
  • I’ve hugged someone in the last 24 hours.
  • I’ve kissed someone in the last 24 hours.
  • I have a best friend.
  • I’ve known my best friend for more than 10 years.
  • I have a friend from the internet.
  • I’ve kissed someone of the same sex.
  • I’m in/have been in a long distance relationship.
  • I’ve had a one night stand.
  • I’ve had sex in the past month.
  • I’ve been dumped more than I’ve dumped someone.
  • I’ve cheated on someone.
  • I’ve met someone famous.
  • I’ve been out of my home country.
  • I’ve broken a bone.
  • I’ve spent more than six hours straight online.
  • I’ve done volunteer work.
  • I’ve won a prize at school.
  • I have friends who are married.
  • I have friends who have children of their own.
  • I have been in a wedding party.
  • I’ve ridden in a limousine.
  • I’m a morning person.
  • I’m a night owl.
  • I like anime.
  • I like Disney movies.
  • I like comedies more than action films.
  • I like action films more than comedies. (why are both these statements here… Kinda redudant lmao)
  • I always order dessert.
  • I hate fast food.
  • I can’t cook.
  • I enjoy puns.
  • I enjoy being alone.
  • I read for pleasure.
  • I don’t play video games.
  • I believe in ghosts.
  • I believe in aliens. (not the green ones tho :’D)
  • I enjoy conspiracy theories.
  • I’ve been somewhere considered ‘haunted’.
  • I’ve stayed up all night for no reason
  • I’ve had a Skype call with more than four people.
  • I can’t keep secrets.
  • I’m good with children.
  • I’ve cheated on a test. (Literally everyone was cheating.. The teacher even ‘asked’ us to talk less loudly LMAO)
  • I’ve watched an entire season of something in one day.
  • I am wearing something green right now.
  • I am wearing something yellow right now.
  • I am wearing something purple right now.
  • I’ve never tried alcohol.
  • I’ve had alcohol while underage.
  • I’ve played a drinking game.
  • I’m scared of snakes.
  • I’m scared of heights.
  • I’m scared of spiders.
  • I’m scared of clowns.
  • I collect stamps.
  • I collect comic books.
  • I keep old bus/train tickets.
  • I have more than three key rings on my keys.
  • I don’t know the words to the national anthem.
  • I’ve been to a professional sports game.
  • I’ve had my hair cut in the past month.
  • I’ve cosplayed.
  • I can’t swallow pills

I tag @simprising, @dummysimmer, @soleilsim, @blackthornsims, @purrsephonesims, @mysteriousdane, @nooboos, @thesadnesshotline, @alyssasprings and @roseelement :~D

✨💖bitches all want gold but i want opal💖✨

What it’s Like to Be Maverique

About the flag

The yellow in the flag represents a non-binary gender. The white represents independence and autonomy. The orange represents maverick.

What does maverique mean?

I identify as maverique because I like the definition commonly used by @queerascat who coined the word. Maverique is “a gender characterized by autonomy and inner conviction regarding a sense of self that is entirely independent of male/masculinity, female/femininity or anything which derives from the two while still being neither without gender nor of a neutral gender. ”

What is it like to be maverique?

Because so few people have heard of my particular gender identity, I tell almost no one about it. I want to be able to tell more people, because I want to be as out as possible and to educate as many people as possible, but it can get tiring and feel a little risky to do.  I feel the definition, but at the same time want to express my own gender, entirely separate from maverique, and I haven’t decided if that feeling makes me more maverique or demi-maverique. As I use labels to get more and more specific I care less and less, and I’m happy as long as most people I regularly talk to know me as either genderqueer or nonbinary. I present what I like to call a flamboyant nb butch. I’m afab, and I haven’t had any of the medical transition things I want yet, so I tend to present in a way that starts off making my body look as masculine as possible, and all the medical transition things I want will take me away from femininity for the sake of my body dysphoria. (I personally feel like the way I want my body to look to prevent dysphoria and the way I want my body to look to express my gender are two entirely different things and I’m moving towards a look that will do both.) I also don’t want to dress in a quiet way, I want to be loud and proud with my presentation and live in large liberal cities all my life. So I wear men’s button downs in all sorts of bright colors and weird patterns, usually accented with odd ties and one of my 21 hats. I hope to incorporate some traditionally feminine pieces into the mix eventually; I really just want to confuse people. I’m starting with some masculine jewelry and think my ideal look would be a mustache and eye makeup. I love thrift stores for cheap clothes and weird stuff you can’t find anywhere else. I like trying to balance out my “feminine” body by wear traditionally masculine clothing but adding bright colors for maximum flamboyance. I think it’s best to go into the store with a plan for what you want your daily outfit to look like. If you just want a small change, maybe switching over to the other gender version of what you typically wear could work. If you want something louder, adding an accessory that is traditionally gendered has helped me feel better about myself. I still get read as female while wearing a tie and with a voice that I try to get lower and more gravely. People usually just think I’m a tiny lesbian (I’m 5’1”), while in LA they think I’m a 14 year old transboy (I’m 18). I feel good, and I look good, and that’s what matters more to me.

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List of Non-sexual forms of intimacy

Hey guys, I want to give credit to @incapableofgivingup for writing these down, and I sort of want to make it into a prompt sort of thing, like my friend @otomiya-tickles does sometimes! So, if you would like, pick one of these, for either the sloth pair, and the greed pair, and send it to my ask as a prompt! It could be any one! And I will have fun with this! They will all be fluff, since it’s non-sexual forms of intimacy, so please keep that in mind!

  • watching tv/movies together
  • going to events together like carnivals, festivals etc.
  • going on dates like to the movies or shopping
  • sharing secrets
  • hugs
  • sharing drinks
  • talking
  • touching noses
  • cuddling
  • philosophical discussions
  • hand holding
  • sharing jokes
  • sharing smiles
  • laying your head on someone’s shoulder
  • linking arms
  • massages
  • tickling
  • playing with hair
  • scratching backs
  • tracing designs on arms
  • talking about the future
  • a hand written note
  • moving your head to their chest and listening to their heartbeat.
  • feeding each other
  • drawing/writing on one another
  • brushing your partners hair
  • sharing food
  • sitting knee to knee across from each other
  • reading books together
  • take care of your partner when sick
  • talking about the relationship (how I feel with you, How I feel w/this relationship)
  • cooking together
  • head-scratches
  • hugging
  • discussions about yourselves (like flaws, shortcomings, passions, stuff)
  • being physically/emotionally vulnerable
  • just sleeping together,
  • an actual open honest conversation
  • bathing and taking care of hygiene together
  • butterfly kisses
  • nuzzling
  • telling on-the-fly stories
  • grooming
  • sharing hobbies
  • studying
  • sharing personal stories
  • seeing each other without make-up or all dressed up
  • moral support for major events
  • crying, sharing emotions, comforting each other
  • listening to someones heartbeat or breathing
  • sleepovers
  • being with animals together
  • sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items
  • cleaning someone else’s living space
  • doing art together
  • kissing different body parts
  • making out
  • talking about wants and desires
  • experience new things together
  • play games together
  • play sports together
  • walking together
  • being respectful and kind to one another (helping them do things, open doors for them etc.)
  • sharing responsibilities (chores, babysitting etc.)
  • giving each other presents, special things from the heart
  • talking about and respecting each others boundaries
  • public displays of affection
  • grooming in front of each other
  • wrestling or play fighting
  • looking in each other’s eyes
  • complimenting each other
  • falling asleep over chatting
  • making faces at each other
  • sky watching
  • inside jokes
  • respect each other
  • tell them how you feel about them
  • get to know each other better (playing 20 questions)
  • go for a ride together
  • walk arm in arm
  • go out to eat
  • list each other’s best features
  • bring your faces close without touching and feel each other breath
  • go shopping together
  • throw a party or other event together
  • leave love notes
  • exchange something meaningful
  • try to have a whole conversation with only eye contact and facial expressions
  • sit back to back and feel each other’s heartbeat
  • learn their favorite food and make it
  • run errands together
  • look at photos together
  • take photos together
  • go people watch
  • have a staring contest
  • learn something new together
  • take turns leading each other on a nature walk blindfolded
  • draw or sculpt each other
  • paint each other’s bodies
  • practicing a skill together
  • sharing food
  • being in comfortable clothes together
  • waving goodbye
  • being comfortable with each other’s bodily functions
  • any others you can think of?
Preditory Love

big thanks to @fireloom for editing this

Dipper loved his sister. Even after he’d become a vampire, he’d loved her. That’s not to say she couldn’t be petty…

Like right now. Something was bothering her and she wouldn’t tell him what. Also she had started wearing silver and gold. Silver was just painful to touch for all mythical creatures. Gold was the alchemical symbol for the sun. Basically it was hands off and that was a problem because he not only depended on her for blood but he missed hugging his sister. Though he’d never tell anyone that. He had a manly reputation to uphold after all.

“Mabel, are you going to talk to me?” He asked from the threshold of the attic. He wasn’t allowed in until he was invited.

“No,” she responded.

Great. She was mad. How would he fix this?

“Whatever I did, I’m sorry,” he offered.

“Dipper, you didn’t do anything,” she said curtly.

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

“Dipper just drop it!” she hissed with venom. Dipper felt his heart drop.

“Fine.” He turned and walked. Mabel was left alone with the realisation of what she had just done.

It was hours later and Dipper still wasn’t back. That was bad. Sunrise was in a few hours! She should look for him but what if he came back and found she wasn’t here? She should leave a note! Oh yeah, just write down ‘sorry i’ve been avoiding you bro bro, i’ve just had the hots for you and couldn’t take it any more ‘

“What kind of freak loves their own sibling?” she wondered to herself.

“Oh… I didn’t know you knew about that,” came a hurt voice from behind her. Mabel whipped around to see her brother. There was so much pain in his eyes… Oh God, she’d done that to him.


Found out about that?

Dipper loved her too!!

And she’d just called him a freak for it.


“NO!!!!!” She screamed, holding her hand out for him as he turned to run. He froze

“Dipper, no. I was talking about me,” she said quietly, though Dippers vampire ears would easily pick up on it. “I love you.”

“Mabel,” he said. There was a pause. This was it. He’d tell her he felt the same way and then she’d finally have that vampire boyfriend she’d always wanted and they’d both be happy and- “you don’t have to lie to me.”





“Dipper? you think I’m lying to you?”

“Well yeah. I mean, you’d have to be. How could you love-”

“Nonononono! Shut up. I have been fantasising about this for years since the bubble and you are not ruining this with your bad self esteem so here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m gonna take all this,” she ripped the jewelry off her body, “-off of me and then my cute bite me sweater is gonna go then you’re gonna stop and I’m going to rock your vampiric world and you are GOING TO LOVE IT! AM I CLEAR??”

“Yes ma’am,” he squeaked as Mabel tackled him to the ground, kissing him as she held him down.

“Good. Now, get big Dipper out because I think it’s time you feel what it’s like to have the person you love suck on you,” she said with a dark smile that reminded Dipper of a predator staring at it’s prey.

He had never been so turned on in his life.

my mood is so colossally bad today it’s unbelievable
the job I wanted more than anything got filled, I was overqualified and didn’t even get a call or an interview
I’m in the middle of a spiral about being alone all the time and doing nothing
I was gonna go to a stupid jewelry class just to do SOMETHING with myself and I got out there and it was cancelled even though the dude I called told me it would be happening
my mom keeps talking about how hard it is on her to see me depressed
I’m hungry but my body image is goddamn awful today so I haven’t eaten anything
I just don’t know what more I can do to get an interview than be qualified, call to follow up, etc

▸ ceaseless cycle

{ the more you know me, only disappointments will remain }

Theme: Kuroko no Basket ✕ BIGBANG
Song: “Bad Boy” by BIGBANG
Pairing: Haizaki Shōgo ✕ Reader
Words: 491 words
Requested by: @cappuccino-mouse

Booze. Women. Guns. More booze.

It became a ceaseless cycle he fell straight into. He knew being part of the yakuza was more than just the endless stream of women or the fountain of booze that showered him. He knew of the responsibilities and he upheld them and that was the only reason why he was the head of one of the biggest crime syndicates in the district.

Haizaki was feared. Haizaki was respected.

He thrived on that power. He swallowed the compliments and supposed success like he was gulping down vodka. It was that easy to him. Life was easy for him. Until you came along.

Fucking smoking. Fucking sweet. Fucking flawless.

The first time he saw you, he noticed that gorgeous shape of yours. Beautiful as fuck. He couldn’t describe you as hot. He thought that that wasn’t enough to sum up your beauty. Then he found your eyes. Jesus Christ. Glowed in the dark like a hunter ready for the prey. He was quick to get caught in your trap.

You were sweet without trying. Your body, your personality, your everything. He wanted all of it. He wanted to own all of it.

“You can’t buy people, Haizaki.”

Fuck that. He tried. He knew that. He bought you a flurry of jewelry, bags, clothes. Everything, he tried. All of them were sent straight back to him. So he changed tactics. Flowers, chocolates, balloons. All that romantic shit. He couldn’t believe he was putting this much effort in someone who would barely spare him a glance.

“What do you want from me?!” He snapped.

“I just want you from you.”

He gave it to you. Everything. He gave you him. Every bit of him. His heart, his soul. And he fell hard and fast. He didn’t want to admit that. It was sappy as fuck. That wasn’t how the leader was supposed to be behaving. He was smiling all the damn time, laughing even. His happiness lost him the respect he needed to survive in the business.

So he took the coward’s way out. He pushed you away. He pushed you away until you cried. Until you screamed. Until you tossed him out the door. Until you finally said the words he needed to hear.

“I hate you. Get out of my life. I fucking hate you.”

His body shook in anger and sadness. He needed to hear that, but it didn’t mean he wanted to. It was as if you had clawed your fingers into his heart and tore it out. You hated him. Fuck. He let out a short laugh of disbelief.

This was it. This was all he amounted to, wasn’t it?

This was all he could do to you. For you.

In this game, nobody won and nobody lost. It was just a continuous cycle of despair. It was a cycle until the world finally took you from him.

And that was when he lost.