you are invited to a seduction

12000wheelsofseductivecheese  asked:

Mr. Gaiman, would you be so kind as to reblog your post on how to seduce a writer? There was something about "You are invited to a seduction" and "Please wear clothing you would like to be seduced in." I have a friend/crush/writer that I believe may be open to seduction by me. I would like to use that post for reference, but I have unfortunately been unable to find it.

http://bfy.tw/AhQr is it…

you meet me and im wearing this

and these

and this

i invite you over to my house and it’s decorated with this

and this

i open this

and take out my laptop

and offer you a drink

soon i bring you to the bedroom

you nervously ask me to change the sheets, so i do

i seductively unzip my jacket to reveal this

and i ask you to slip into this

and after you run, i sigh dejectedly and put on this to soak up my tears while i drift into a sad, fitful sleep

Is this the girl?” Kieran’s voice was very different: It sounded like waves sliding up the shore. Like warm water under pale light. It was seductive, with an edge of cold. He looked at Emma as if she were a new kind of flower, one he wasn’t sure he liked.

“She’s pretty,” he said. “I didn’t think she’d be pretty. You didn’t mention it.”

Iarlath shrugged. “You’ve always been partial to blondes,” he said.

“Okay, seriously?” Emma snapped her fingers. “I am right here. And I was not aware I was being invited to a game of ‘Who’s the Hottest?’“

"I wasn’t aware you were invited at all,” said Kieran. His speech had a casual edge, as if he was used to talking to humans.

“Rude,” said Emma.

—  Lady Midnight, by Cassandra Clare
Miles Tails Prower In... High School! -Dinner!-

*This was a little something I wanted to put together. This is a test story like all the others.*

-At the Acorn’s Mansion!-
*Shows the outside view of the Acorn Mansion and slowly zooms in.*

“Thank you for inviting me Mr. and Mrs. Acorn.”

*Shows Tails, Sally, and Sally’s parents at the dinner table eating.*

“You’re welcome Mr. Prower.” Said Mayor Maxamillian as he was eating his macaroni and cheese.

“It is a honor to have dinner with my future son in law.” Said Mrs. Acorn as she gave him a seductive smile.

Tails blushed and tugged his collar. “Hee-hee. Yeah, this is a great dinner. I love macaroni and cheese!” Tails looked over to Sally. “So Sally what do you want to do after dinner?”

“ All I know is that you sure ain’t gonna fuck my daughter. ” Maxamillian said to himself.

“What was that?” Tails asked confused.

“ Max! ” Mrs. Acorn hit him on his shoulder. “Don’t say those things about him. He’s our daughter’s boyfriend and our future son in law.”

Maxamillian zoned out and began thinking. ’ If only our future son in law was Antoine. But no! She had to date that stupid hedgehog and dated somebody worse. That two tailed freak!’ Maxamillian came back to his senses. “Oh! I’m sorry Mr. Miles. It’s just that ever since my daughter has gotten her heart broken by countless guys, I just don’t trust every boyfriend she gets. I wouldn’t even trust her next boyfriend.”

“ Wait– what do you mean by next boyfriend? ” Asked Sally. “Are you saying that me and Tails’ relationship won’t last long?” Sally was getting angry.

Maxamillian was about to say something until they heard loud banging at their door.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!!!* The door fell down. It was none other than Bean and Knuckles… well bean was holding Knuckles like an enforcer.

“HAI!!!!” Bean waved while holding Knuckles.

“ I feel important now! ” Said Knuckles as he was giving a goofy smile.

“ Um… hi? ” Silver stuck his head out at the doorway.

“What?!” Maxamillian stood up. “ Who invited these raggamuffins here?! wait– it was you! ” He pointed at Tails.

“Huh… me? I didn’t invited them!”

“I invited them dad. I guess they’re running late, as usual.”

“ But… my door! They’re going to pay for that! ”

Bean dropped Knuckles. “Ow. I’m okay!”

“ Sally! ” Bean ran to Sally and grabbed her hands and looked her in the eye. “I have bad news! ”

“What is it Bean?” Sally asked worried.

Bean took a folded picture out of his pocket and unfolded it and showed Sally a picture of a bomb. “It’s terrible! My favorite bomb died! He was a good person. He used to get all the bitches.” Bean held his head down and covered his face with his right hand.

“Okay first of all, mind your language, and second of all what?! You throw bombs all the time and they are known for exploding, why are you sad about this now?” Sally asked confused.

“He- *sniff sniff* was my closet friend. He shouldn’t have died, it should’ve been Tails instead.”

“ Hey! ” Tails heard what Bean said.

“Ah well!” Bean ripped the picture into tiny pieces. “ That wasn’t important anyway. So what'cha doing? ” He put his arm around Sally’s shoulder.

“Um…” Sally was trying to figure out what just happened. “We were just getting through with dinner…”

“ Drats! ” Bean shouted.

“This was your fault Silver! You could’ve reversed time!”

“ Hey! It was your idea that you wanted to stop by the arcade. ”

“Oh… you’re right… well…” Bean was digging in his back pocket. “Guess it’s time to GO!” Bean threw a bomb at the floor and caused a smoke bomb.

Everyone was coughing and the smoke cleared up.

“*Cough cough* Ugh… why does he do that every time?” Asked Sally.

“I *Cough* don’t know!” Tails responded.

-Elsewhere-
Bean, Silver, and Knuckles were walking in Knothole City.

“Um… Bean… what was the point of all of that back there?” Asked Silver.

“Um… I dunno.” Bean shrugged his shoulders and smiled at the viewers.

The End.

Neil Gaiman posted on ‘how to seduce a writer’. His quote:

“In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often if you flirt with us we will completely fail to notice, leaving everybody involved slightly uncomfortable and more than slightly unlaid.So I would suggest that any attempted seduction of a writer would probably go a great deal easier for all parties if you sent them a cheerful note saying “YOU ARE INVITED TO A SEDUCTION: Please come to dinner on Friday Night. Wear the kind of clothes you would like to be seduced in.”And alcohol may help, too. Or kissing. Many writers figure out that they’re being seduced or flirted with if someone is actually kissing them.”

Hm… well i guess i’m a writer even if i’m unknown and mostly invisible. But yeah. I relate to this. Especially when my s/o broke up with me once. We’re still together because i didn’t notice.

In The Shadows I See You Come

Spooky, magical Sterek AU for the Sterek Week Day Eight (Halloween2)
Despite having not much time I still wanted to do something for Halloween. So here is part one of a multi chapter I wanted to write for a while now.

Title: In The Shadows I See You Come
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst and spooky stuff only… so far… ;)
Thanks: @himmelsdieb for reading this a hundred times to make it right, @ljummen for her wonderful experienced advice. You guys really helped me a lot with the editing!
Other Tags: magical!Stiles, spark!stiles, sacrifices

The beat of the drums vibrated through his veins. Stiles could feel their seductive invitation tear at him. The urge to move, to wake and dance. His greenish-brown eyes were no more than dark spots lightening in a sudden burst of the huge bonfires into an indescribable shade. The spirit of wilderness and beginnings was almost touchable in the air tonight.

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MALICE MIZER - AN INVITATION FROM A BEAUTIFUL MASK (URUWASHIKI KAMEN NO SHOUTAIJOU) [1995]

  • lyrics by GACKT
  • music by MANA

Gackt’s first single with Malice Mizer which is, for all intents and purposes, a double A-side, because you’ve got both this track and “Apres Midi.” Anyway, reading analysis for these lyrics seems to suggest images of a masquerade ball at a very European mansion like the one pictured on the album cover, so keep that in mind when reading the translation.

Translation and notes under the cut:

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Selling yourself + Film tip for SB’s

It’s been such a long time since I posted. I’ve been trying to set up dates but men have been flaking, and with the lovely weather I became very impatient to wait for POT dates to be confirmed whereas I could be relaxing. 

Nevertheless that didn’t stop me from becoming a better sugar baby. I’ve recently watched a lot of documentaries & read articles, and the more I delve into mastering seduction the more I realize I’m selling a dream. 

The following films are just two suggestions of the top of my head, but I invite you to share more :)

- The Joneses. I’ve watched this movie so many times since it came out in 2009. Haha, I was just so obsessed when I was younger with the concept of marketing and selling a lifestyle. And it is still applicable to my current lifestyle. People want to be around interesting and successful people. That is also why I like to be in the company of successful men, and in return I need to make myself look as interesting as possible (in the most humble way). 

-Focus. This film was released just recently (with Margot Robbie!) and I always get carried away with movies where everything is calculated and goes perfectly smooth. This is exactly the impression I want to give my SD’s; everything goes smooth around me, no complaining only good times. Whereas I’ve sometimes been planning texts, messages, pictures and dates way in advance to ensure everything goes as planned. This is part of the fantasy world. In a way I guess this is also why I liked the film Gone Girl so much, because Amy Dunne is such a smart & calculated (although crazy!) woman. 

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It’s… holy shack it is 3:43 AGAIN. What is it with me and this exact hour?

Anyway blah blah, can’t sleep again, did some portraits, blah.

Hm, maybe the next time I get insomnia I will color one of these? It’s been a while since I painted anything. 

But I’m too lazy to choose, so I’ll take the easy way and ask: 

which one would you most like to see finished? 

(reply, ask, reblog+comment/tag, whatever, I read it all)

It’s over now, sketch #4 won (big surprise, it’s Snipes after all) and the final effect can be viewed here.

Come close to me..
Face to face..
Lips apart..
So close…
I feel your breath against mine..
My eyes half closed…
Letting my senses take over as I tilt my head inviting your lips to mine..
Sprawling my hands all over your neck, running my fingers through your hair.

Gently kissing you on the lips, controlling the swell that’s down my belly , the lust that’s controlling my mind telling me to devour you.
Biting my lower lips,
You tell me how turn on it is for you when I do that..

Letting my hands fall down, placing my arms around your neck , bringing the distance even closer.. Placing trail of kisses towards your ear ,
..
“ make love to me, bring me to heights I’ve never been ”


-excerpt from a book I’ll never write
J.

DSM does Dave & Buster’s

“I’m sorry, but I have to give the gift card to Das Sound Machine,” the host of the riff-off says apologetically to the Bellas.

Das Sound Machine decides to be civil, and invite the Bellas to join them the following day. To be fair, they are pretty good, for losers that is.

“So, tiny maus, how would your group of Bellas like to join us tomorrow at this Buster and Dave’s,” Kommissar asks Beca.

“Y… y…. yeah,” Beca stammers out, trying to keep her cool even though Kommissar jumbles up her brain. “We’re gonna kick your ass,” Beca exclaims, hoping to sound more confident than she was.

“I suppose I should give you my number then tiny maus,” Kommissar says seductively as she reaches into Beca’s pocket to steal her phone and put her number in. “I’ll see you tomorrow then tiny maus,” Kommissar whispers in Beca’s ear as she puts the phone back in Beca’s pocket, and then saunters off.

What the hell just happened, and why am I so turned on?  Beca thought to herself while taking her phone out to see what Kommissar had done to her phone. She put her name as scissors. What could that mea- oooohhhh.


The Next Day
*phone rings*

“Who the fuck is calling at this time,” Beca bitches, as she checks her phone. Fuck. Beca fixes her hair right before she answers, as if the person the other line can see her currently. Before Beca can say anything when she picks up the phone, the other person starts talking. 

“Tiny Maus, did I wake you? It is noon after all,” that damn German goddess states.

“You did actually. I was having a really good dream too,” Beca says knowing that she can’t hide her yawn.

“I hope that dream was about me,” Kommissar states coyly. “Anyways, meet us at the Buster and Dave’s at 2. Don’t be late.” Before Beca could say anything, Kommissar had already hung up.

Why does she frustrate me so much? Beca thought to herself. “Girls, get ready. We’re going to Dave & Buster’s. We need to be there at exactly at 2. That means 2 hours girls. Let’s get moving,” Beca screams through the house.



“Beca, do you know where they are,” Chloe asks. Just then they hear yelling coming from somewhere in the building. “That must be them,” Chloe jokes.

“Come on, might as well help them out,” Beca states, leading the group into what feels like their death.

“Why can’t I buy these with the gift card? It has $42,000 on it. What are we supposed to do with it,” Kommissar is yelling at the poor girl back in store area where you collect their prizes.

“I’m sorry miss, but you have to use the gift card towards getting a game card, or food, not for buying prizes,” the employee says, scared out of her mind.

“And where do you-”

“Hi DSM, why don’t we help you guys with the games,” Beca steps in before Kommissar steps on the poor girl.

“Tiny Maus, that would be a good idea,” Kommissar thanks Beca, as their 2 groups make their way to where they came in to get game cards. “Now what do we do?”

“Excuse me,” Beca asks a server, “Is there anyway we can get $2,000 on 21 game cards?”

“Are you serious? Why are you spending that much here,” the server asks with a look of shock on his face.

“They won a $42,000 gift card here. Can you just do this so that they will stop scaring all the employees,” Beca practically begs the man.

“I suppose I have no choice. I’ll be right back,” the server leaves. He comes back 10 minutes later with a stack of 21 game cards ready to be used. “Here you all are. Have fun.”

“Thank you,” Beca says to him as she hands out the cards to everyone. “Let’s break up, and start playing,” Beca yells over the extremely loud music.

“Tiny Maus, will you play games with me? I would like some competition,” Kommissar says to her.

“You just want to get help on the games,” Beca says flirtatiously, hoping that she’s not wrong.

“You caught on quite quickly maus. Perhaps you are worthy to play against me,” Kommissar says cheekily.

“Ow,” someone yells, and it catches Beca’s attention. Turns out Fat Amy has found Jumpin’ Jackpot. Apparently it’s a jump rope game. Turns out she is not wearing the proper bra for it. Her boobs keeping slapping her in the face. Beca can’t help, but laugh at Amy constantly rubbing her face from the constant impact.

“Amy, why don’t you just stop playing on that one if you keep getting hurt,” Beca yells over to her.

“Beca, you don’t understand,” she yells back, completely out of breath, “I’ve won like 10 tickets so far! That’s like $10 right there!”
Beca can’t help but laugh at the fact that it is in no way how things work here.

“Tiny maus, you should focus on the basketball game. You’re going to need all the help you can get to beat me. Would you like a stool for an even playing field,” Kommissar jokes to Beca, hoping to get her attention.

“You are so on!”

30 minutes and 15 rounds later, Kommissar had accumulated at least 500 tickets, and Beca with a lousy 100. “No need for pouting maus, you put a good game, but I have height on you.” Just then Pieter came by them complaining that the machine wasn’t spitting out tickets.

“Just go talk to the people back where you get prizes. They’ll know what to do,” Beca tells him calmly, hoping he doesn’t go off on her for not really helping him.

Pieter walked off to talk to one of the employees. “What game is it that’s not working, so I can get a game tech to help you with it,” the employee asks with pep in her voice.

“Zat, uhhhhhh, the roller coaster game. I tried all of the different settings, and no tickets came out,” Pieter says her, clearly getting agitated at the fact that he didn’t get his tickets right away.

“I’m so sorry sir, but that game doesn’t give out tickets. It’s a -” she was cutoff by Pieter yelling.

“Vat do you mean I don’t get tickets? I spent a lot of money on that game! Now I demand my tickets,” he’s yelling at her. Every second his accent is getting thicker and thicker.

“I’ll be right back, I should probably keep him from killing her,” Beca says to Kommissar, only to realize that she had the same idea. They both make their way over to the desk. Kommissar says something to Pieter in German that Beca can somewhat make out. She must be trying to calm him down. It seems to be working at least. “I’m sorry. They’ve never been here before. They’re visiting from Germany. Try not to be too afraid of them. I’ll try to keep my eye on them too,” she says to the girl. Beca didn’t want the girl to start crying.

“So, shall we play more,” Kommissar asks Beca, with a hint of a smile on her face. She can’t help it. The feisty brunette is growing on her, and quickly too.

“You’re on ba-” Beca catches herself before completely embarrassing herself.

Given that it was a Saturday, and that their group had a lot of tickets, and people, the managers gave them an extra hour for getting the last of the tickets and get their prizes. They had been there 10 hours, but it didn’t seem that long. All the other guests had cleared out. Mostly scared of the Germans constantly cursing and kicking the machines when it didn’t go their way. Plus, after 11pm, it was 21+ and most of the people there were families. Their group would occasionally bring their tickets to get counted, and were shocked to see that they actually got weighed to determine the amount. They were shocked again to see that they got shredded after that.

“Okay guys, let’s get rid of these tickets, and pick out our prizes,” Beca tells the group enthusiastically, getting a smile out of Kommissar.

 The group collectively had about 1 million tickets. They bought almost everything. At least one thing of each.

“I would like that giant white bear up there please,” Kommissar said quietly to the girl, hoping to not draw anyone’s attention. “Please, be discrete. I want it to be a surprise.” The girl rings her up.

“I’ll be right back,” she tells her manager who is helping her back there. She returns a few moments later with a giant white bear. Before she could bring it any further, Kommissar had taken it right out of her hands, and hid it. Little did she know, the person the bear was for, was also getting her something too.

“Does everyone have everything,” Beca asks everyone before they leave.

“Actually, Beca,” Beca stops breathing when her name is spoken in the perfect German accent, “you don’t have everything. Follow me please.” She does as requested, hiding her bag behind her. “I won you this bear. I realize that it’s your size and all, but I thought it would be a way of remembering me after World’s,” Kommissar was almost in a whisper by the end. She couldn’t be rejected by her feisty maus.

“We think alike because,” Beca pulls out her bag, “I got you this hamster. It’s the closest I could get to a mouse. I wanted you to remember me too,” She said with the same tone as Kommissar had.

“I… I don’t know what to say feisty maus. This is so sweet,” Kommissar says looking Beca directly in the eyes. She tried to discretely look at Beca’s lips. Beca didn’t notice, but someone did because all of a sudden someone started yelling, “kiss her.” They both looked back to see that it was actually Pieter who yelled it.

With the biggest smile Kommissar could manage, she reached for Beca, practically picking her up, and kissing her passionately in front of their teams.
After they broke apart, and Kommissar put her down, all Beca could manage was, “you taste like cinnamon.”

In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often if you flirt with us we will completely fail to notice, leaving everybody involved slightly uncomfortable and unlaid.

Which means that any attempted seduction of a writer would probably go a great deal easier for all parties if you sent them a cheerful note saying “YOU ARE INVITED TO A SEDUCTION: Please come to dinner on Friday Night. Wear the kind of clothes you would like to be seduced in.”

And alcohol may help, too. Or kissing. Many writers figure out that they’re being seduced or flirted with if someone is actually kissing them.

—  Neil Gaiman, on how to seduce a writer
The Island - Calum smut

 

Author’s note : Can I suggest you to indulge yourself to a bit of moaning Calum first yclicking here? Y'know, to get into the mood. Myla was chosen as FC name after I read Myla’s work, she's 5sos-babygirl check her she rocks!

Boat party but does one wears at a boat party? Are you supposed to be extra classy kinda like Emily Thorne in Revenge where she goes all seductive bodycon red dress and catches a billionaire in an eye bat? Or does boat party means you end up swimming? Should I be wearing heels and hat or bikini and jean shorts?

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Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the ‘transcendent’ and all who invite you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Distrust compassion; prefer dignity for yourself and others. Don’t be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish. Picture all experts as if they were mammals. Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence. Suspect your own motives, and all excuses. Do not live for others any more than you would expect others to live for you.
—  Christopher Hitchens
Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the ‘transcendent’ and all who invite you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Distrust compassion; prefer dignity for yourself and others. Don’t be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish. Picture all experts as if they were mammals. Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence. Suspect your own motives, and all excuses. Do not live for others any more than you would expect others to live for you.
—  Christopher Hitchens

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.