Jelly Angora Fish is part Turkish Angora and part Jellyfish! But she is all grace. She can be a little prissy at times as she IS beautiful and knows it, but never is mean to any of the other Purrmaids and goes out of her way to help them out in need.
Jelly Angora Fish has a loop on her head so she can be hung up to allow her long fluffy tail and frilly stingers to blow in the wind, but also sits comfortably on her dress!
Her bell is a real bell and lightly jingles!
Lots of lace, lots of frills, she may look completely different from Bombangler, but they are actually best friends.
Jelly Angora Fish will be a part of the Deep Sea Purrmaids Kickstarter coming out next week (still tentatively Monday!)
This late 19th century cape was made by Madame Garnier in London. Its applique is edged in tiny beads, and the lush lace frill around the throat and opening is edged with satin ribbon. Lined with quilted gray satin, this cape would have been warm as well as beautiful.
How about todomomo getting caught (either by aizawa-sensei or another student) making out? I think this would be hilarious XD
Note: Hope you enjoy! School festival version :) Sorry its been eons since this ask was sent and I only finished it now. Mainly humour + fluff
In which Class A does a maid cafe
“So it’s time for our last annual school festival,
everyone,” Iida fixed his glasses as he slid the door behind him to a close.
All eyes were on him. Through the window, crisp autumn fog and dewy grass
greeted the start of their morning.
“Iida spill it,” Kaminari called out, “What are we assigned
this year? For the past two years, we weren’t able to get what we wanted.”
“I don’t want anything to do with this,” Bakugou added, chin
on his desk, “I fucking hate school festivals. Last year, we had to do the shitty
…what was it again? Julio and Romiette?”
“Romeo and Juliet, Kacchan.”
“Shut up Deku, I knew that, I fucking played Julio.”
Iida tapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden surface of
the podium, waiting for the troublemakers to quiet down. When he saw Bakugou
snap his mouth shut with boredom emitting from his expression alone, Iida
“This year, we got EXACTLY what we wanted. After all, we are
third years, so we get first choice.”
Kaminari’s gasp was the start of the domino effect. Everyone cheered and clapped with happy faces
all around. The Class President held his hand up to calm his audience down,
clearly having anticipated their uproar.
“Since, we will be doing the ‘maid café’ theme this year,
why don’t we start by delegating tasks?”
“Hurry! Kirishima, please set up the rest of the tables on
the left side of the class!”
“I got it Iida. Let Hagakure and Ojiro know that they forgot
candles on some of the tables.”
With only 15 minutes to spare, their class was almost ready.
A makeshift tent, which was really just a bunch of chairs stacked up with a
large curtain hanging over, collapsed; yells of profanity broadcasted across
the room. Under the chair tetris came Bakugou, pulling his black tight skirt
down to hide more of his skin. His bare shoulders were covered with white lace
and frills while the rest of him became adorned with flowers from his floral
“Oh my god, he actually wore it,” Kirishima mused, tears
falling from laughter. His eyes widened at the idea that just popped in his head
and took out his phone to snap pictures along with a few others. The subject of
entertainment was wrestling around like a wild beast in a cage.
“STOP LAUGHING. SHUT THE FCK UP,” Bakugou yelled, fingers
pointing, “NO PICTURES. WHAT ARE YOU DOING MINETA, IMMA CRUSH YOUR GRAPES SO
“You reap what you sow,” Jirou raised her arms, securing
her own apron, “who told you to fall asleep when we were discussing the roles.
It’s your bad luck that the only position left was the sixth maid.”
The boy was red with anger and embarrassment, “WHY CAN’T I
JUST BE A HOST LIKE ALL THE OTHER SHITHEADS.”
Jirou shook her head, the knot behind her neck finally made
tight enough, “Because the maid outfit was the only thing that’s left! How many
times did Iida tell you, holy crap!”
Bakugou didn’t bother to reply and grunted. In the corner of
his eye, Kirishima pushed his phone in front of Kaminari, pointing at the
screen. Kaminari covered his mouth, chuckling, and whispered into his friend’s
ear, prompting the latter to nod incessantly. Something was brewing amongst
those two and Bakugou wasn’t ready to find out.
Jirou looked over to the back corner of the room. Below the
dangling banners, portable stove tops and grills now replaced the normal desk
formation. Yaoyorozu stood there, fixing Todoroki’s uniform. Todoroki, being
one of the hosts along with Kaminari, Kirishima, and Midoriya, donned a silver
neck tie over a white dress shirt with black pinstripes. Opposite of him was
Yaoyorozu wearing the same outfit as Bakugou (except looking a thousand times
more attractive, Todoroki must say) and she had her hair done in a bun.
“Todoroki, I think it looks better now,” Yaoyorozu pressed
the wrinkle out of the front of his tie, “If you have trouble with it again,
let me know.”
“Thanks,” The fire and ice hero said, “Sorry, I’m not really
good with ties. My sister used to always do the Windsor knot. I have no clue as
to what it even is.”
It’s these types of small talks with him that made her
“Of course! I’m always here to help!” Yaoyorozu answered, cheeks
glowing, “I must allow Tokoyami and Sato to take their positions now.” She did
a slight bow out of habit and continued, “Let’s have fun together!”
“Ah, sure,” Todoroki smiled back.
The two stepped away from the cooking station just as
Tokoyami and Sato entered. No one knew how good Tokoyami’s yakisoba and Sato’s
dorayaki was until they were the first to volunteer for the chef roles. After
the first taste test, everyone knew they were fit for the job.
When Kaminari opened the door signalling the start of their
business, there were already parents and students from other departments in
queue, waiting to be seated. Iida was in his element, shuffling his ‘staff’
along (he insisted that he was the café manager) and made sure operations went
smoothly. Midoriya had a crowd of girls surround him whenever he took orders to
Uraraka’s obvious dismay, who acted like she didn’t give a rat’s ass but
actually did. Bakugou kept screaming at Monoma to leave but achieved the
reverse effect instead.
“When will I ever get the chance to see YOU OF ALL PEOPLE in
a maid outfit?!” Monoma had said with an
arrogant grin chiselled onto his face. If it weren’t for the law, Bakugou
would’ve straight up strangled him alive.
Around 1pm, the smiles began to peel off their faces. Rush
hour was still in session and everyone was beyond fatigued.
Tokoyami was running out of soba noodles too, which was the
“Can someone run to the storage,” the birdman was stirfrying
while speaking, eyes not leaving the pan, “I’m almost out.”
Bakugou scoffed, “Hell no, I ain’t leaving this mothereffin’
room in this girly shit.”
Tokoyami wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, “Come on
man, I need it.”
“I’ll get it.”
It was Todoroki.
He pushed away his many fangirls who had their notebooks and
pens extended in hopes to get his autograph, and Yaoyorozu came forward also,
noticing Tokoyami’s concern.
“I can help you carry as well, Todoroki.”
“Just stay here,” the boy suggested. Thinking about how more
guys would ogle Yaoyorozu in maid attire irked him. She should stay here, away
from the halls where the perverts roam. Though he still had Mineta to worry
Yaoyorozu blinked a few times, unsure of why he was so
adamant on her staying.
“You two should both go. I saw two big boxes of noodles in
there and one guy can’t carry them all,” Tokoyami replied, obliviously
destroying any forms of hope that Todoroki had.
He wanted to object some more but that would make it too
suspicious. Todoroki sighed. Guess there was no other way.
“Yaoyorozu, do you see it?”
The two of them were scrutinizing every word that was
printed on the cardboard boxes which lined the shelves. None of them said soba.
“No,” the girl tiptoed a little, “if you don’t mind, how
about I climb onto your shoulders and you lift me up? I think that’d be
Did she forget about how short her skirt was? Being in such
a small room made every motion of their bodies graze against each other. He
could feel the warmth of her breath tickle his neck.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Todoroki quickly turned
his back to her, afraid he might say something stupid. Images of Yaoyorozu in my head, begone!
“Why not?” Yaoyorozu was pouting, “Tokoyami is relying on
us! We must find it!”
Her sense of responsibility would be the end of him. And
Before he could prepare a counter fit for a lawyer,
Yaoyorozu let out a surprised yelp, arms swinging to maintain balance.
Todoroki’s fast reflexes caused him to spin around, reaching to catch her
flying form. Falling face first, her body weight settled on him. Given the
gravity of the situation, it was lucky that Todoroki plunged backwards onto a
pile of empty flattened boxes with Yaoyorozu (skirt lifted and her apron in
disarray, amongst other things) in his arms.
“Crap,” Todoroki rubbed a growing bump on the back of his
head. That hurt more than when Bakugou kicked him in the shin yesterday.
Yaoyorozu supported herself up from his chest, accidentally
pulling his tie loose, “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I tripped over a broken
tile on the floor and –“
“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, “Todoroki grumbled, “Just
be careful next time.”
The girl’s gaze lowered, having no care for herself, and
noticed that they were literally pressed together, faces barely centimeters
apart. She picked up her head, examining his translucent irises. They were the
prettiest thing she had ever taken a note of, and he stared back at her. They were
so close and in such a compromising position. So damn close.
Her mouth began to open agape, wanting to bring the
discomfort to a permanent close. But rather than listen to whatever she had in
mind, Todoroki leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. Yaoyorozu’s
chest heaved once. Her eyes grew wide, thoughts spiralling into a mess that she
had no desire to reorganize. The boy held onto her waist tighter, as if he
wanted her to know that she was his alone, and after a minute, he pulled back.
Both of them hurried to catch their breath, smiles teasing.
Her sentence fell to an abrupt silence as he flipped her
“I guess Tokoyami’s gonna have to wait awhile.”
His tone was sensual and his voice aroused her interest even
more than usual. Within seconds, their lips touched again. She wanted to ask
him if he was enjoying it himself, but decided the way he let out the deep moan
just now answered her question. Annoyed at the tie that fastened around his
neck, her nimble fingers untwisted the knot, hauling it off him. He looked
relieved at the sudden freedom and found his hand trailing up her skirt.
The tips of his fingers stopped right below the string of
her thongs and both of them reciprocated their horror in the middle of tugging
What is that horrifying
sound outside the door?
The door slammed open, hinges about to give in.
“YO GUYS, DID YOU-“
Bakugou cried out, right leg lifted from the kick on the door. He still had his
maid outfit on but that wasn’t what he had issue with at that very moment.
“What the actual …fck,” His voice became feeble. The two,
still lying on top of each other, stared back at their intruding guest,
wondering what to do next.
Bakugou’s fight or
flight response surged, retreating away from the obscene sight that he just
laid his bare eyes on.
“Wait!” Yaoyorozu cried as Todoroki scrambled to get himself
upright, “It is not what you’re thinking!”
“WHERE THE FCK IS THE BLEACH, WHAT THE SHIT JUST HAPPENED,
“Calm down! Nothing happened!” Yaoyorozu said again, taking
a glimpse at a quiet Todoroki. She extended an arm to catch Bakugou’s shoulder,
“Could you listen?”
“BIRD GUY SAID YOU TWO SHITS WERE GETTING THE BOXES AND YOU
GUYS FRIGGIN’ GO MISSING FOR TWENTY MINUTES,” Bakugou shoved her hand away as
if she had the plague, “AND TURNS OUT YOU TWO WERE STICKING YOUR TONGUES DOWN
EACH OTHER’S THROATS?”
Disgust was etched deep on his face and Todoroki finally
took a step forward, hands reaching down to grab the tie under him. Bakugou
didn’t faze him one bit.
“If you choose to tell the others, I don’t really care,” was
all Todoroki uttered, and began to drag Yaoyorozu along the halls; she,
however, was flabbergasted at his implication.
Bakugou watched as they left, silenced by Todoroki’s
straightforwardness. He thought for a second whether he was trying to provoke
him. Bakugou could make anything related to Todoroki a challenge.
The reflections from nearby windows that whirled by the two made
Yaoyorozu even more stunned. They were a mess. Unkempt hair and clothes dishevelled.
Frankly, everyone else was upstairs enjoying the festival so they had time to
She took a glance back at Bakugou’s receding figure and wanted
to giggle. He looked like an angry lost lamb in an apron about to explode.
“Job well done, everyone!” Iida shouted as he did a bow in
front of the class. The students slumped down on chairs and empty tables with
however much energy they had left from the day’s work. Smiles gleaming, a few
people gave each other a thumb’s up.
“Tokoyami, we are so sorry,” Yaoyorozu turned to apologize and
Todoroki did a nod, “And Bakugou, thank you for grabbing the boxes at the end.
We couldn’t find it at all!”
Bakugou didn’t face them, arms crossed. Yaoyorozu was quite
good at acting.
“They were underneath the shelf, not on the racks,” Bakugou
groaned, and his voice turned more like a whisper, “not that you two were
looking for them anyway.”
“What did you say? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Shut it, I didn’t say nothin’.”
Todoroki did a lopsided grin. Bakugou was probably too embarassed to tell anyone about his encounter. Either that or he actually had a heart.
“Speaking of which, you know
that your picture is being circulated as the newest mobile wallpaper right?”
“WHAT?” Bakugou shot up from his seat, “FCKING SHIT. GREAT
NOW I GOTTA DEAL WITH THIS TOO? KIRISHIMA WAS IT YOU?!”
Yaoyorozu and Todoroki exchanged knowing glances as Bakugou
chased the red riot hero down.
I personally HC Yuuri not knowing how expensive all his outfits is since he used to buy cheap ones from like, street vendor and Phichit & Celestino was like 'Yuuri no you're a celebrity for god's sake please don't' then proceeded to make him advertised a fashion brand they picked with 'simple yet elegant' 'clean, sharp cut with subtle sensual undertone' that Yuuri picking one of Victor shirt thinking it's the most plain and cheap while it's the exact opposite (embroidery, lace, frill) he...[1/2]
[2/2]… missed while hastily surfing through Victor’s closet. Poor Vitya’s like ‘of couse he chose the most classy one he has extravagant fashion taste’ thus further confirm his belief of Yuuri Casanova-ness that leads to angsty moments of ‘he could never be satisfied with just me I’m just one of his various conquer targets’ ‘did he leave his shirt at each partner places he slept with then take their as makeshift trophy then throw it away when he lost interest in them’ etc.
After he finally gives it back (although Viktor tells him to keep it because he has A Thing for Yuuri wearing his clothes) Viktor is like 'I still can’t believe you stole my most expensive shirt’ and Yuuri is like ’???what? It was just a plain white shirt what do you mean it was expensive.’ 'It was made of silk Yuuri how did you not notice that’ 'Well how was I supposed to know?!’ *Viktor looks into the camera like he’s on the office*
for the anon who requested this! sorry if it’s not to your liking jafhdakfbakjdfbadsf im so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyy but he looks like a fucking kitty here omg. btw i kinda got carried away because i have a thing for fem!dom and like idk why i just do. there are parts where he is completely out of character but then again this is a work of fiction. :) i just fucking hope you guys like it, i don’t know what happened anymore, just oh god. i don’t know if this is enough because i’m not satisfied and idk how chastity shit works hbfkjsbfskjfg so enjoy!!
word count: 7.1k holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
disclaimer: so this kinda has mommy kink and stuff. sorry not sorry.