come as you are tattoo

Hitman episode set at a cosplay con

Eliminate: Toriel cosplayer that stole the NES wallet during a blowjob

theres at least 5 people dressed like agent 47 and every time they see you they compliment on the “authenticity” of your suit and also ask you how come your barcode tattoo doesnt look smudged or anything. You have to dress up as an undertale character in order to sneak into the portion of the building with the toriel

Inked - Part 1

Peter Parker x Reader

soulmate au: you and your soulmate have tattoos that represent the others interests that tingle when you two are close to one another

word count: 2,273

Originally posted by hardyness

A/N this is honestly written for @parkerbpete, since she inspires me to write so much, like i love her work and ugh, she is my writing senpai. i love her and yea, hope you all like

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Ink stained across your arm forming an intricate sleeve, a tattoo filled with things your soulmate was interested in, that would fluctuate from time to time. You remember that before it was filled with electron diagrams, pi and other math symbols, chemical structural formulas, and things you couldn’t recognize, all coming together to form a science themed tattoo sleeve, but now all that changed. Some tattoos fading to make space for your soulmate’s newest interests, which mainly consisted of the newest superhero to join the scene, Spiderman. Spidey’s logo was now on your bicep, a small avenger’s logo on the base of your wrist, a crest that matched the iron man suit, and spider webs lacing the new tattoos with the old. But the one thing that never changed was the writing that surrounded your wrist that was written in their writing, “always be yourself”

You had the vague idea that your soulmate attended Middletown with you, since the only time the writing on your wrist seemed to tingle, was walking down the corridors of school. But you always thought against finding them, having the idea that they were better off without you. Plus after spending hours staring at your tattoos, you felt that you two would have nothing in common. You may have been smart enough to attend Middletown; however your interests were more inclined to herbs and plants, not science.

So you made the decision to not look for your soulmate, because if they didn’t bother looking for you, then it only proves they didn’t need you in their life. So you would just continue walking down the halls, knowing that someone at school could also feel the tingling sensation on their arm.

You were gathering your supplies to tend your rooftop garden before you headed to sleep, however the last thing that you expected was to see Spiderman on your rooftop. The red and blue hero was resting against the brink ledge, as he clutched his arm, seeing a few gashes on the suit.  

“Spiderman are you ok?” setting down your supplies.

A groan escaped his lips, his body trying to become alert, but couldn’t with how tired he felt. He shook his head, “no, but I’ll be fine in a bit” trying to sound heroic but failing in the process.

You quickly went over to the small first aid kit, knowing that although it wasn’t built for serious injuries, there were still supplies for simple cuts and injuries from when you would nick yourself while tending your garden, “I seriously doubt that.”

As you approached Spiderman, small tingles ran up your arm, as the writing on your wrist started to feel warmer with each passing step. Your heart sped up knowing the reason why your arm was tingling, but right now his injuries mattered more than asking him if he was your soulmate. You gently set your supplies down, being mindful of where he was hurting and ignoring his intense gaze. Your hands were slightly trembling, anxious of being so close to him that you started to question if you could do this. You weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were near Spiderman or near your soulmate. Your licked your lips and emptying your thoughts, reaching out for his right arm, and the moment you touched it, you felt the warm spark run across your arm, confirming the small doubts in your mind, this really was your soulmate.

You didn’t do anything to call attention to it, and focused on the gashes on his suit, seeing the scarlet liquid staining not only the suit but the pale skin underneath. You reached for gauze and peroxide, “this may sting a bit,” the bottle still trembling in your hand, reminding yourself to keep calm.

You looked up at Spidey, wanting some sort of confirmation that he was ok with this. He nodded, and you started to pour the liquid over his wound. A hiss escaped his lips, as the water met the raw skin. You gently started to pat the area dry, making sure that the wound was clean before you moved on to the next. Your whole right arm never stopped sending the small sparks, that you wondered how he could keep his composure, when you were almost a nervous wreck. You looked up at him, meeting the visors that covered his eyes, but it didn’t lessen the speed of your heart or the warmth that was spreading across your face.

“That’s a nice sleeve,” his voice finally filling the silence that surrounded both of you.

“Thanks…it’s based on my soulmate,” your voice coming out as a whisper.

His gloved hand traced over the writing, before he started to travel up the rest of the sleeve, making your heart go into overdrive and your skin so sensitive to his touch, making you bite down on your lower lip, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. “I know,” his voice no longer sounding hurt, “my arm is filled with flowers,” his hand now tracing over one spider webs.

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Sleepless nights.

In which you cannot sleep, and worry that all of your tossing and turning will wake Harry up.

a/n: written at 1 am by always-sleepy rach. imagine sleepy cuddly shirtless harry tho. tears? in my eyes? yes. not proofread, it’s now 2 am when i’m posting this so. hope it doesn’t suck!!!

Originally posted by harrysimpact

You were a person who always had a hard time falling asleep. On top of that, you’d been having a few days at work recently that were especially stressful– they caused your head to spin unlike anything else, and you were completely worn out. Normally, you had to be utterly exhausted if you wanted to fall asleep easily but between being exhausted, frustrated, and stressed, there was just too much going on in your head for your brain to take a break and let you sleep. 

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Glory and Gore

Prompt: “All I need is your lips against mine. Right now.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 3,077 Words

Warnings: swearing, a bit of violence, fluff

Notes: This is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k Writing Challenge! Seems like I’m really into Punk!Bucky nowadays. Don’t mind my title, I was just searching my ultra long playlist for ideas and this fit slightly. 

Originally posted by jlstreck

“Hurry up Y/N!” Wanda calls from the bottom of the stairs. It’s the first day back at school and you’ll be damned if you’re late. Some may give you disgusted side-glances because of your enthusiasm, but honestly? They’re the types of people who are destined to be future gas station attendants, so they don’t really bother you.

“I’m coming Wanda!” You reply, stuffing your matte lipstick into your bag and kicking your bedroom door closed. You hurry down the stairs, and smile at your best friend. “Ready?”

She rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and tugging you towards the front door. “I’ve been ready since half an hour ago, you just take so damn long getting ready.” She tells you, leaning against the threshold as you lace up boots.

“Well, I’m sorry that I put effort into my looks.” You tease, squeaking as Wanda smacks your head.

“Stop rambling nonsense, let’s go.” She snorts, as you leave your home.

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The girl worked somewhere on the same street as his shop and walked by every morning with a coffee in hand. There had been a day, months ago, when he’d just finished cleaning up a spilled bouquet. She’d been walking by and he offered her the flower. It had been empty flirting. She was pretty, he’d been standing there with a flower in hand and she had made eye contact so he’d given it to her.

It had become a tradition. A little thirty second conversation every morning when he offered her some flower he’d chosen for her. He’d pick them out the night before while he was cutting the new stock or first thing in the morning when he was arranging the bouquets that would go out to be sold as-is. Sometimes it was something cheap and simple like a daisy or a bit of baby’s breath but sometimes he’d find a rose or a heavy headed gardenia that would catch his attention and he’d set it aside for her.

Sometimes she would ask questions and he’d get an extra few seconds with her as he talked about zinnas and she spun the bloom in her fingers. Other days she would ask him to tuck it into her hair. She always gave him a smile like he was the best thing she could imagine.

She wore tight jeans that hung low on her hips, shirts that slipped sideways off her shoulders when she moved, boots that looked like they’d be hard to walk in. Her hair was a brilliant white that had to come from expensive dyes. She had tattoos along her shoulders and the little pieces of her back he had seen. Bright colours in geometric patterns. She even had marks on her face that should have looked ridiculous but somehow, she made it elegant. She was gorgeous.

He would drop hints, flirt a little harder some days than others but she wasn’t interested. She smiled and laughed and was so happy to have a flower but he couldn’t get any flash of real interest from her. He could have asked her out but doing that when she wasn’t interested would mean losing this adorable little morning ritual. It didn’t need to be romantic to be good. It made her day and it made him smile and those two things were enough.

“How do you take your coffee?” she asked one morning as he tucked a pink rosebud into her hair.

“My coffee?”

“Or tea? Or orange juice?”

“I like my coffee black, with lots of sugar,” he said, “Why?”

“I’m going to bring you one tomorrow.”

And she did as she promised. She showed up the next morning with a coffee cup and somehow that became part of it. She would linger by his door, drinking her coffee while he finished setting up the displays and wrapping the bouquets.

“Where do you work?” he asked.

“Nearby.”

“I’m smart enough to figure out that much, thank you,” he said. “I meant which shop.”

“I work at the tattoo parlour on the corner,” she said.

Fora little while, it was enough to have those few minutes in the morning where they would trade a flower for a cup of coffee and she would make conversation about nothing and everything.

“Where are you from?” he asked one day.

“I’ve got an apartment near the park,” she said.

“I meant. You’ve got an accent, did you grow up here?”

“No.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Three years,” she said. She was spinning the flower he’d given her between her fingers. It was a little uneven so it had gone into a discard pile but she liked anything that wasn’t a solid colour and the sunset pinks and oranges were the type of thing to make her smile. She had been thrilled by it but now she fiddled with the stem enough to make him worry that she would break it.

“Do you like it?”

“Some parts,” she glanced up at him and he let himself imagine for a moment that it meant something but then her gaze moved on, “I miss home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Are you a refugee?”

“I suppose I am, yes,” she said.

She didn’t expand or explain and the conversation had moved on and she was on her way to work before he could figure out how to phrase it to dig for more information. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to know her favourite colour and whether she was ticklish and what her opinions on politics were and whether or not she liked mushrooms on her pizza. He was falling for her a little harder every time they spoke.

That was what made him more daring. She hadn’t responded to any of his verbal flirting so he started flirting a little more physically. She hadn’t said no but she also hadn’t said yes so he tried to be as reserved as he could be. He touched her hand when he took the cup of coffee and he played with her hair as he tucked the flower into it.

She didn’t say a word about it but this she returned. She tilted her head and leaned in when he touched her hair. She caught him by surprise one morning when she showed up a little bit early and she reached around him to put the coffee on the table in front of him so for a brief moment, she had her arm around his waist. She would cross her arms and mimic him when he stood considering a bouquet that didn’t balance the way he wanted it to. Sometimes she would get a little closer and stand right at his shoulder so they were almost touching.

“Can I ask your advice?” he said one morning.

“Of course,” she said.

“I want to ask out this girl but she only seems interested about half the time and I don’t know if asking her out will just ruin a perfectly good friendship,” he said.

She looked at him and he held her gaze until he was very very sure that she understood what he was asking.

“She’s probably just a little socially inept,” she said.

“That could be it.”

“You should ask,” she said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“You think so?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He finished tucking the flower into her hair. Ok, he stopped playing with her hair. The flower was in place long before he stepped back.

“Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

“Yes.”

He laughed and she caught his face in one hand and turned his chin up so she could kiss him.

the actual premise that I didn’t write: Instead of getting sealed into the Castle of Lions, Allura gets launched out in an escape pod of some kind that crash lands on earth. She’s stuck trying to get by and trying to figure out how to get home. Unfortunately, humans haven’t invented deep space travel and Earth is so isolated that even the deep space trade caravans don’t stop there. So she’s trapped and stranded but at least the guy who gives her flowers in the morning helps keep her sane. 

I finally got my “Here Comes a Thought” tattoo! EDIT: Thank you all so much for almost 400 notes! I’ve been planning this tattoo for so long, and I’m so happy to see all the love and support it’s gotten! “Here Comes a Thought” has helped me through so much, and I thought I’d go into more detail about why I decided to tattoo it on my arm as a permanent reminder. During my parents divorce two years ago, I suffered with severe panic disorder. I wasn’t able to leave my house for about 2 months. I would have a panic attack from the very moment I’d wake up, and go on to have about 15-20 throughout the day, and they would each last from 20 minutes to an hour (even 3-4 hours some days). I was in a constant state of guilt; I thought I was a burden and every little thing was my fault. I was also dealing with an abusive mother who mentally, emotionally, and physically abused me. And I was also forced to give up my 3 cats for adoption. I had had them all since they were tiny kittens, but I had no choice; it was an awful time in my life. About a year later, I was in a better place. I had moved house and was living with my dad. I had gotten a job and things were good. My anxiety had lessened significantly, however, I was still dealing with anxiety attacks, no self-confidence, and PTSD. And then, the episode “Mindful Education” aired. When I first heard the song, I was in shock the entire time listening to it, and when it ended, I cried uncontrollably. I had never felt so… safe. From there on out, every time I’d be having anxiety, I’d sing the song to myself. And it calmed me down, EVERY TIME. There had been times where my anxiety had been so bad, I would forget to sing the song to myself. And from the very first time I had forgotten, I started planning to get the song tattooed on me. I have that permanent reminder on my arm now. A reminder to just breathe, and understand that this moment of fear and confusion isn’t going to tear you apart. A reminder that no matter how many thoughts swarm through your head, no matter how bad something has gone, no matter how badly someone has hurt you, or how badly you’ve hurt yourself, Take a moment, Breathe. It’s okay. You’re okay. This isn’t the end. “Here Comes a Thought” has gotten me through some terrible times, and still continues to do so. I still suffer from self-confidence issues, PTSD, and anxiety, but I’m able to cope and calm myself down healthily. And I am so grateful that I will have that reminder with me for the rest of my life. Thank you, Rebecca. Really. Thank you so much.

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Little Things You Do That Harry Finds Cute/Sexy:

-Always reading the labels on products that you’ve already used before
“Love, you already know how it works”
“I know, I just wanna be extra sure”

-Your nipples peaking through when you go braless 
“You know what that does to me, love”
“What what does to you?” you ask with a smirk

-”Seductively” dancing to your chill ass music in one of Harry’s shirts when you think you’re home alone
“Shit, Harry, you scared me!”
“Well, don’t stop on my account,” he says, leaning against the doorway with his bottom lip in between his teeth

-Pausing shows you’re both binge watching together to tell him your theories on what might happen & doing a little dance when you’re right

-The way you scrunch up your nose when you’re about to sneeze

-How small your hands are compared to his

-Rapping to your favorite songs in the car
“That was actually kinda hot,” he’d say at the end of the song

-Purposely smudging your lipstick onto Harry’s lips when you’re going out
“Mine,” you’d say, biting his bottom lip and releasing it back into place

-Telling him to shut up in embarrassment whenever he gives you a compliment
“M’ serious,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, “you’re the smartest, prettiest girl I know”

-Wearing his boxers 
“What? Yours are comfy,” you’d defend as he’d stare at you with a cute grin

-How excited you get when your favorite band comes on shuffle

-Always keeping thank you cards in your bag
“Just in case,” you’d say

-Rambling and laughing about nothing when you’re sleepy

-Pulling his hair during sex

-Raking your nails down his back and leaving scratches when he hits a particular spot 

-Making him eat the peanuts when you’re eating ice cream Drumsticks

-Playing with the necklace he gave you by lightly biting the chain and playing with the pendant whenever you’re in deep thought

-Whispering in his ear everything you want him to do to you
“Fuck, baby,” he’d say, pulling you even closer to him, “see what you do to me?”

-You refraining from sassing everyone

-Tying your hair up in a quick bun & a curl peaks out
“You’re so cute,” he says, playing with the rogue curl
“Shutup,” you reply, looking away with a shy smile

-Always trying your hardest to tame your hair and failing

-Kissing him behind his ear

-Straddling him

-Coming up with a deep meaning on what you think his tattoos may mean before pouting in defeat when he tells you that most of them are random 

-Your shirt rising up a little when reaching for something in the cupboard
“I got it, love,” he’d say as he comes up behind you, purposely resting his hand on the exposed skin and pressing himself against you

-Laughing at his stupid jokes

-Biting your lip in nervousness

-Biting your lip in attraction

-Getting really excited when he finally agrees to let you paint one hand and one hand only

-Your fascination with his rings
“Keep them on. I love the way they feel on me,” you whisper seductively and he grips your wide hips harder

-Sucking on his finger when he drags it across your full lips
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he says after a sharp intake of breath

-Being shy changing around him
“S’nothing I haven’t seen before, babe”

-Not taking anyone’s shit

-Making silly faces and doing impressions to cheer him up when he’s upset

-Making it a point to leave love bites all over him after sex
“All mine,” you’d say after leaving the last one on his collarbone

-Reaching up on your tippy toes to kiss him


probably going to do a pt. 2

Crowned Tattoo (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

Prompt: Hey could you do maybe a Jughead X Reader Soulmate AU? One where Jughead and the reader have a tattoo of a crown on their wrist, and they are best friends but neither of them had ever seen the tattoo on each other. (They were blind, but so where the others) But one day Jughead sees it and knows that they are soulmates, so they meet at pops and he kisses her and after it is really cute. They tell the group and it is really fluffy.

A/N: So I know I posted a different Soulmate!AU yesterday but heres another one! I took my time writing this because I wanted to be confident with it. (Also I’ve written and rewritten it like four times. FML) Let me know if you like it! I did change it a bit but bare with me xxx

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Crowned Tattoo (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)


Everyone’s tattoo is different. All in pairs.

There’s only one other person in the world with your tattoo.

Each one meaning something. Symbolizing something significant.

Some people showed off giant vibrant tattoos that the fates had graced them with.

Others hid theirs from eyes until they find their soulmates.

You knew most of your classmate’s tattoos. They were proud of their elaborate colors and symbols on their skin.

You were fond of yours yet you had no idea what it meant.

A small black crown. Just on the inside of your wrist.

What does a crown have to do with anything? You asked your parents when they explained the reason for the tattoos. But they didn’t know. It was unusual to have an actual symbol on your body.

Most had the colors and beautiful lines on them.

Yet yours was simply and black.

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there's gonna come a time when their opinion doesn't bother you anymore. keep going. you're doing great.

Dipped in Ink (Namjoon/Reader)

Prompt: REQUEST COMING THROUGH! Idk if you know what a stick and poke tattoo is, but I was wondering if I could have one with Joon where he gives the reader a stick and poke tattoo? I know he’s pretty clumsy but I feel like doing something like that for someone who he loves he’d be super careful. (if not pick any other member i’m cool with all my boys). I just think it’d be something sort of intimate cos it kinda hurts. and then maybe it could lead to some sexy times? THANKS LUV U

Genre: Smut

Words: 4K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: “You know,” He began carefully, voice lowering as he leaned back over your body, pushing the needle into your flesh again slowly. “I’ve heard that for some pain can be an aphrodisiac…”

Tags: Mentions of Tattooing (needles, blood, etc.), Dirty Talk, Mutual Masturbation, Daddy!Joon, Baby Girl, etc. 

Please note, I am no expert in the art of anything tattoo related, so please do not try to be rude if I messed up any of the details as far as that goes.

Originally posted by rapnamu


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Seventeen Reaction: Finding out their crush has tattoos

||| @au-writer asked:  how would seventeen react to finding out the sweet girl they have a crush on is covered in tattoos that she alwyas covers up. |||


S.Coups/Choi Seungcheol

Originally posted by scoupstv

You fell asleep on his couch and hoping he could tickle you awake he came to you from behind and lifted your shirt revealing the tattoo.

“Woah!!” he screamed waking you up.

“What? What happened?” you jumped wide awake.

“Bad girl, how come you never told me you have a tattoo?”


Yoon Jeonghan

Originally posted by jeonfhan

He was standing behind you in a queue when he noticed something on your neck. He brushed your hair off and saw the tattoo.

“What are you doing?” you asked turning around.

“That’s a lovely tattoo you have there.”


Joshua/Hong Jisoo

Originally posted by performanceunit

You handed him the book he asked for.

“Thanks. Wait what?” he said pulling you closer and pointing at the tattoo on your wrist.

“Was this always here?”


Jun/Wen Junhui

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

You playfully tried to kick him while watching TV when he caught you by the ankle.

“And what do we have here?”


Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung

Originally posted by minghaon

When you casually told him you had tattoos he was shocked.

“I have been in the friendzone for how many years and you only tell me now?”

“Wait. Could you repeat what you just said?” 

“Nevermind.” he said quickly leaving the room.


Jeon Wonwoo

Originally posted by soonrongs

You were putting your hair in a bun when he noticed the tattoo on your shoulder. He kept silent so he could enjoy the view from behind.


Kim Mingyu

Originally posted by moncheriwonwoo

He found your little tattoo behind your ear really adorable.

“Why is it so small? Were you afraid of the pain to get a bigger one?” he laughed.


Woozi/Lee Jihoon

Originally posted by kittykatkwon

He saw your tattoo by accident when he walked in on you changing. He was too embarrassed to ask you about it after that though and just waited for you to tell him yourself.


DK/Lee Seokmin

Originally posted by livinthediamondlife

You were at the pool when he saw the tattoo on your thigh.

“That makes her even sexier.” he thought.


The8/Xu Minghao

Originally posted by iislaywhores

You were playing truth or dare when you told him you have a few tattoos.

“Would you dare show them to me?”


Boo Seungkwan

Originally posted by wonnhao

When he found out about your tattoos he got really interested in them.

“How many do you have? Was it painful? How long did it take? Do you have ones in colour?”

“Seungkwan, one question at a time, please?”


Hansol Vernon

Originally posted by busyprocrastinate

“Were you trying to hide this one?” he asked looking down your back through your shirt.

“I was going to tell you.”

“Were you now? When?” he smirked.


Dino/Lee Chan

Originally posted by hosoeks

When he noticed your heart shaped tattoo he got all worried.

“Do you perhaps have someone, you know like a boyfriend?”

“No, why?”

“Oh it’s nothing, just wondering.” he said relieved.


A/N: Feel free to request more reactions, scenarios etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😀

Fic Recs: College AUs

Some of my faves:

(PART ONE)

1. Faking It (thecellardoor) - Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

2. Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart (mcpofife) - Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

3. Learning To Breathe (youcomecrash) - He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.

4. Orange Canvas (aclosetlarryshipper) - Few can handle Louis Tomlinson on the dance floor, much less match him in skill and fervor. Louis has obviously met his soul mate; he just never expected him to be wearing a red snapback and to chew gum like an entitled Mercedes owner.

5. Bring Out Feelings In Me I Never Show (tomorrows) - Louis accidentally hires a felon to be his fake boyfriend for Thanksgiving.

6. From Eight Until Late, I Think About You (supernope) - After finding out that his University of Brighton roommate has a YouTube channel, Harry starts up his own channel, on which he posts videos of himself doing weekly challenges. He strikes up a friendship with Louis, a popular youtuber in London, that starts in the comments on their videos and progresses to texting, skyping, and talking about each other in their own videos far too often. They fall for each other long-distance, but put off meeting face-to-face as long as possible, too nervous that they’ll screw it all up.

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waist training things to remember:

-like all body modification, waist training/tightlacing is a journey, not a race. 

-you won’t season your new corset in two days. 

-you won’t close your corset in a week. 

-when it comes to corsets, as with sushi and tattoos, you get what you pay for. cheap corsets aren’t good, and good corsets aren’t cheap. expect to pay, at the bare minimum, $65 for a corset on a good day, and upwards of $200 or more. 

-buy a corset properly sized for your body. buying a corset that is too small won’t get you a tinier waist more quickly.

 -take your time seasoning your corset. if you can only lace it loosely and wear it for 45 minutes a day at first, that’s completely fine. waist training is a journey, not a race.

-don’t lace down too tightly. you will damage your corset, and you will damage your body. waist training is a journey, not a race.

-don’t wrap your laces around your waist after you lace in. the friction created by moving will erode the laces and the outer fabric of your corset much more quickly. why would you want to further damage the most stressed part of your corset? 

-you should still be able to breathe after you lace in. if you are laced in so tightly that you can’t breathe or move, or feel like you are going to (or actually do) faint, you’re laced too tightly. loosen your laces. waist training is a journey, not a race.

-drink lots of water. 

-purchase your corsets from reputable corset makers like @orchardcorset or @whatkatiedidlingerie. if you buy a corset from eBay or Amazon, you can’t be assured that your corset is spiral steel boned and not cheap plastic (no matter what the item description says). plastic boned corsets are fashion corsets and are fine for things like cosplay or fancy dress, but they will not train your waist.

 -don’t guess your corset size. buy a dressmaker’s tape for $2 at your local mega mart, learn how to take your measurements, and ask for help if you’re unsure. orchard corset has a live chat help to answer your questions about what size and type of corset you should buy for your body. they are experts. listen to them. 

 -tightlacing is for everyone. don’t ever let someone tell you that you can’t waist train based on your height, weight, gender, or anything else.  tightlacing is for everyone.

 -in case you weren’t listening before, waist training is a journey, not a race.