#I've only seen a few in that size and they were all sold by the same guy and were criminally expensive

[gendzl]

I have found........an even bigger toad 😈

#my biggest toad is 7'' from nose to butt hole (yes there is a literal hole in their butts) and i thought that was as big as they got! #I've only seen a few in that size and they were all sold by the same guy and were criminally expensive #but i just found one that is 10'' from nose to butt hole. TEN!!!!!! TEN INCHES LONG!!!!!! #this is so awesome and SO funny because the real toads they're based on aren't anywhere near this big 😭 #I'm fairly certain i already own the smallest one they made but now I'm imagining ever-bigger toads on the other end of the scale. #somewhere out there is the Big One that plagued egypt #¶

[lokis-army-77]

In Thanks

Masc!Mizu x fem reader

Word Count: 1.8k

You have been traveling with Mizu for a little bit and you can't help the feelings that have developed. Maybe it's time for a thank you.

Warning: 18 +. oral sex, fingering, slight choking, scissoring. I think that's it...

A/N: Be forewarned, Mizu is referred to as "he" the whole fic except for one instance.

Masterlist

You had become his traveling companion in a series of fortunate and unfortunate events. 

Unfortunately, your father had sold you to the flesh traders for money he could use to save the farm from disrepair. 

While on the road to another town, the two traders had begun to fight, Mizu was haplessly brought into the scrap when he was seen by the two agitated men. They turned their sights on the lone man just trying to pass by. 

Fortunately, he had killed your owners. At first, he was intent on escorting you to the nearest town and leaving you there in pursuit of his revenge, only that plan changed when you had proved to be useful when it came to medicine. 

A few weeks later left you here, on the outskirts of a small remote seaside town.

Mizu's eyes watch you from the other side of the campfire. They flick so subtly, catching your every move, or lack thereof as you continue to stare. 

It hadn't taken you long to learn the secret he was hiding or rather she was hiding. There were subtle tells, ones that no one would be able to notice or think back on or they were just passersby. But you had been at his side for nearly two months and it was so obvious to you.

"Would you quit staring- it's rude." Mizu quips before going back to cleaning his blade. 

You don't listen. Keeping your eyes firmly glued on his movements, the flexing of muscles under his skin, and the touch of his slender fingers rubbing at the blood on his sword. All of it made your knees weak.

While you had been with Mizu on the road, you had begun to develop feelings for the stoic warrior. Feelings of love and lust. Only now did you feel brave enough to do something about it, and act on these feelings no matter the consequences. 

Your thighs clenched as you continued to watch him. Now was as good a time as any. 

Mizu only tilts his head in your direction when the sound of you standing reaches his ears. Twigs snap under your feet as you make your way closer to him. he turns fully to you now, analyzing whatever it is you could be doing, and why you were nearing him. 

“What do you want?”

You didn’t want to come right out and say it, so you spoke coyly. “I never thanked you properly for saving me. I thought I could do that now.”

“You’ve thanked me enough.” 

“But I haven’t done all that I could. Please, Mizu, allow me to thank you fully.” You’re right next to him now, slowly lowering yourself to your knees. 

Sultry eyes lock on suspicious ones.

With gentle hands, you reach out for his glasses. he leans away only slightly, not far enough to be out of your reach. 

You place them safely on the stool-sized rock beside you. 

“Let me see your sword.”

She breathes your name heavily. 

Your hand caresses over his shoulder, teasing and soft. 

"I'm not what you think." Mizu murmurs just loud enough for you to hear.

You pause before you answer. "You think I don't know? That I do not see past the defense and deeper within? I know." 

His words catch in his throat. "-how?"

"You aren't the first I've seen that have hidden their sex from the world, and you won't be the last." Your fingers loosen the string tying up his hair. The silky strands begin to fall, making his all the more stunning. 

"I've learned to see what many do not and what others would like to keep hidden... call it a gift."

You let your lips fall to the shell of his ear and whisper, “Now, let me see your sword.”

Reaching into his lap, you grasp the hilt of the blade. Carefully you take the katana and sheth it before setting it near the rock. 

She doesn’t stop you when you begin to untie his pants or the obi around his waist. 

Clothes fall away leaving only warm, scarred skin bare to you. Mizu’s breathing deepens as the binds around his chest are removed. 

Slowly you crawl over his body, forcing him to lie back on the cape he used as a blanket. 

Your eyes scanned over his every curve, curves hidden away by the straight lines of men’s clothes. The cool night air had his nipples pebbling and his skin littered with goosebumps. 

With lust-filled eyes, you descend on him. Lips making contact with his own. It wasn’t tender, no it was needy. You wanted him, all of him and he wanted you too. his hands reach your face, pulling you in deeper. 

The kiss leaves you breathless but you continue to kiss him, pulling away from his lips to kiss down the column of his neck and to his chest. You wet your lips hungrily as you take his peeked nipple into your mouth, your other hand teasing the other. 

Teeth nip and pull at the sensitive skin. Your tongue laves over him, pulling out a soft moan of your name. It has you smirking into the supple flesh. 

You trail down further, peppering kisses over taut abs before you come to the place you have so desperately craved to be. The smell is sweet but you know the taste will be even sweeter.

“Thank you, Mizu.” You pull apart his strong, slender legs, inserting yourself between them. 

“Thank you.” You kiss the inside of a thigh then move to the other. “Thank you.”

You lay there with his legs thrown over your shoulders, admiring the pussy before you. Your mouth is watering as you trail a single finger over the slit. 

Mizu sucks in, body tensing, preparing. 

You move your mouth in closer, tongue lapping at the wetness between his folds. The taste had you moaning, the sweet yet heady taste filled your mouth and you knew you'd never get enough of it now. 

Pressing on, you began sucking Mizu's clit. Hands flew into your hair, tugging in pleasure. You could feel his nails scratching your scalp.

“Taste so good.” You hum against him. 

Your left-hand strokes over his firm abdomen while two fingers of your left slowly insert themselves inside Mizu's entrance. 

He's so warm and wet, clenching down around you, pulling you in with need. With lidded eyes, you look up, past the roaming landscape of his body, at his face. His brow is furrowed, pinched in pleasure as your fingers work into his walls. His mouth is open, jaw slacked as sweet gasp after sweet gasp erupts. It’s a wondrous sight to behold and all you’ve ever wanted to be privy to. 

Those gasps turn into short whimpers once your rhythm steadies out and your mouth sucks slightly harder on his clit. His hips buck up, pushing against your mouth as need courses through him. You feel like you’re in a trance, your eyes still locked onto his face as he continues to breathe heavily, lost in a pleasure escalating with each passing second. You keep going, determined to make him feel as incredible as possible.

The sloppy noises of you eating Mizu out have your stomach turning, fluttering with want. You know for certain that your own cunt is dripping, making a mess. You need more than just the pressure of your legs squeezing together, no, you need to feel Mizu against you. 

In the heat of the passion, you pull away. Mizu whines at the loss of your fingers and mouth. “What are-” He stops his question short. You’re throwing off the layers of your clothes, tossing them haphazardly around the forest floor.

With determination you crawl over one of his legs, slotting yourself against him. A breathy sigh leaves your lips when you lower yourself. 

With slow subtle rotations of your hips, you begin to feel the want bubbling in your belly pouring forth. The feel of his cunt against your own is like heaven. Your clit rubbing against his sends a jolt through you. 

“Fuck, I’ve never- ah- I’ve never done this.” He grunts. One hand holds you by the hip, guiding you as you grind down. Your own hands hold fast on his thigh in front of you. 

“Neither have I,” You answer between choppy moans. 

As you piston your hips, you can feel the wetness between the two of you growing. You both groan in pleasure, your hands moving to explore each other's bodies. His fingers trace circles around your breast and you shiver in delight. You heave when Mizu’s hand reaches for your throat and pulls you down into a kiss.

His tongue slips past your lips, pushing back against your own. You may be on top and in control at the moment, but there simmering below Mizu’s surface was a want to flip you both over and take the pleasure that had been so far from his mission of revenge, he had forgotten what it felt like to feel another persons touch in this manner. 

Your back arches at the growing ecstasy within your body and Mizu’s hand tightens. The air is stolen from your lungs for only a moment before he lets go, moaning into your kiss. 

 “Thank you.” You repeat once more. 

You can feel the ache in your abdomen as you move, you’re coming closer and closer to release, and by the way that Mizu is rutting his hips against you, strong and needy, you know he’s close too. 

“Look at me.” You plead, “Wanna see your pretty eyes.”

A deep red blush rises across Mizu’s cheeks at your words, not used to the compliment. The blush makes the topaz color stand out. You could stare into those eyes forever, get lost, and never leave. 

Your bodies move in unison, your ragged breaths become one as you both tip toward the edge. With one more thrust, with one more rub of your clits, your bodies tense. Your mouth opens in a silent scream of pleasure while Mizu lets out a wavering cry.

The movement of your hips slows to a stop and you fall in a heap over Mizu’s body. Tiredly you kiss the sweat-dampened skin of his chest, and he shivers. “Thank you.” You mummer one last time. 

Mizu’s hands hold you close, one in your hair, the other flat across your back. “You don’t have to keep thanking me.” 

“I know,”  you look up into his eyes, “but I want to.”

He keeps eye contact as he wipes the hair from your face. “I appreciate this… I haven’t felt this way in a long while.” 

It’s an intimate moment, one of understanding without having to speak. So, you rest your head and close your eyes, too warn out to redress and too tired to move. Mizu also doesn't move to push you away, you take that as a sign that whatever this is, it has a very good chance of happening again. 

#mizu x reader #masc!mizu x fem!reader #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai smut #blue eye samurai mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #fem!reader

[lawleon]

Complete FuniFuni Collection!

After many years of hunting I was finally able to complete my FuniFuni collection! I almost never see these plushies discussed in comparison to Fumos so I thought I'd talk about what I understand about them since the Circle that made them, Phantasm Screen, seems to be completely defunct. The initial run of Reimu, Marisa, and Sanae first showed up in July 2009 and the most "recent" additions, Satori, Orin, Remilia, and Flandre first showed up in August 2010. The only record of legitimate online sales of these plushies I can find is an old entry on Melonbooks for the hanging strap version of Orin from 2010. Some evidence suggests they were sold on Toranoana and at IRL events as well. They were most likely distributed at a few more events and probably at IRL bookstore/doujin shops after the final set was made before the Circle closed up shop. I would reasonably expect that all of these plushies are roughly a decade old, and no more new ones have been made since then. As time has passed it has obviously become more difficult to find online auctions for some of these, you can still find auctions for Reimu, Marisa, and Sanae somewhat often, but the plushies released later don't show up as often since there were fewer distributions of them. The full sized version of Satori was particularly difficult for me to locate, I think I won the only auction for the full sized Satori plush I had seen in 5 years? (For the absurd price of $12 plus shipping.)

These plushies are smaller in comparison to Fumos.

In my opinion the Funis are generally a bit more detailed than Fumos. More fabric types are used, with a lot of the frills Touhou outfits are known for are made of lace on the Funis versus the satin ribbons that Fumos use.

Additionally, if you'll forgive me for talking about plushie tooshie, Fumos generally stick with the exact same basic design for the area where the plushie sits, but Funis are willing to go into detail even down to the footwear. The bloomers are modeled like actual clothing, and look at Satori's socks and house slippers!

Let's talk about tags. In a world with bootleg Fumos, the presence or absence of a visible tag was probably the first thing people attempting to obtain one were taught to look for. Scalpers are not trying to duplicate Funis for fat stacks of cash so whether or not a Funi has a tag is more of a personal preference, or for a feeling of reassurance. I was able to obtain 12/13 of my Funis with tags, pictured below. (Did you think I was going to let the absence of a tag prevent me from buying the only Satori I had seen in like 7 years?)

Anyways, I've been hunting these for a long time and I'm very happy to have completed my collection. If you also enjoy Touhou plushies and are annoyed/infuriated with the resale market Fumo prices, and a character you enjoy is available in the limited selection, consider a FuniFuni instead. They are a highly detailed alternative plushie that generally sell for a fraction of the price of a Fumo. If you're interested in picking up any of these cuties you'll have to hunt on auction sites, but with the existence of Buyee now making proxy services easily accessible to most people, it's easier to get Funis for decent prices from JP Yahoo Auction. If anyone else out there is hunting for these I do wish you luck. Anyways, I need to get back to being mad about the fact that there aren't any Shinmyoumaru plushies, or goods in general. See'ya around!

#touhou #東方project #plushies #funifuni #fumofumo #fumoposting

[netherworldpost]

TRICK OR TREAT

A small box, purple and ribboned green. Inside are things, pleasant yet not yet seen.

Dreams, maybe, of places yet visited -- or places visited yet not yet returned to, in quite some time.

Wrapped in woodsmoke, that pleasant, and a leaf -- no, two -- it has been a good year, let us celebrate this success with harmless excess.

rambling ->

This will (probably) be the only trick or treat I respond to this year. You're the first! That's the bad news, that I'll probably only write one of these this year.

The good news (in active progress all season) is that I'm working on a whole system of them.

<- rambling / making sense ->

In 2014, I ran a promo on Evil Supply Co. where folks were invited to write in "trick or treat" and I would come up with a unique ramble (as above) for them.

Just for them. A gift of text. No duplicates. Each wildly different. How was that so long ago question mark exclamation mark.

I peaked into whatever information they provided to write something specifically customized for them using all of my powers of deduction (i.e. reading + skill as a storyteller) TO WRITE A TINY ***CUSTOM MYTH*** FOR THEM

(see above) (for yours) (enjoy!)

Answered LOTS.

It ended up being dozens. I don't think it was actually 364, but I do believe I ended up doing a few hundred, but. Y'know. Gif. Can't pass it up.

Tons of fun.

Tons of work!

Tons of fun though.

"I think you might have said something about a plan?" you might be wondering.

I don't know you and I don't know how familiar you are with my work and I'm guessing this is just a fun ask without prompting.

However.

I never let a chance to ramble go to waste.

Netherworld Post Office is being built as "an independent media company".

Fancy words.

Means we do lots of stuff.

Right now we're making myths for back office clients.

We're building a front office shop. Cards and stickers and zines.

That's two of the "lots of stuff."

A third of the "lots of stuff" is a continual "trick or treat" blog.

I'll run through some logistics quickly. You didn't ask for any of this part but this is the trick to the treat.

The Trick or Treat blog will be a public archive. Some things I'll just write because the blog'll need some stuff to get going and keep going.

But sometimes there will be a "trick or treat!" shop entry. Limited quantity. Available until sold out. One per customer. Working out the details. Randomly during the year it'll come back in stock until it's out of stock again.

If you snag one, it is $0.00 with $0.00 shipping and handling. Anywhere in the world. Trick or treats are free!

I'll write a tiny myth like the above.

It'll get printed on a card.

We cover the printing and the postage.

It'll get mailed to you. Wherever you are in the world!

Tiny postcard print.

Written just for you.

Mailed to just to you. For free! Anywhere in the world!

Trick or treat!

Via the mail!

You caught me in a late night business session and I had a solid amount of sleep today for the first time in weeks and so I Am Full of Energy.

Enjoy your treat!

I've carved off the launch date because (uncomfortable laughter) the problems we thought we had solved were solved but they weren't the only problems lurking.

It's fine.

That's business.

I'm smart and I've added even smarter folks helping me figure out the complex problems.

netherworldpost.com has the mailing list if you're thinking "huh I like the idea of receiving a launch email sometime when this all sets up."

I've overstayed my welcome in answering this ask, so I'll see myself out after a big "Happy Halloween!" to everyone

(or small I guess, text size is structured for reading)

(and we're in a small text section)

(...wrapping up...)

Thanks for this space.

The Trick or Treat blog is in active idea-ation-stage-ization because it is October and the October Energy is Rampant so we're grabbing it while we can to figure out this very October thing.

This gif selection is reminding me I am due for a witch hair appointment

Paying that bill requires cash (fair and good and fine)

And remembering "oh stones, money exists"

means remembering "oh bones, I gotta market this machine lest it devolve into An Ungodly Expensive Hobby"

so

that URL for email signup

one last time

netherworldpost.com

(I am actively reducing coffee intake and increasing sleep intake and my schedule has coincided with "tonight is a coffee night" + "today was a heavy sleep day" and your ask came in on "I am planning a big project")

(let this be a joyous warning to folks who ask me things)

(I MAY ANSWER) (IT WILL BE LONG) (IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE)

#october 31 #autumn blog #october #halloween #snail mail #autumn blogs #autumn snail mail #halloween snail mail

[jocia92]

Dan Stevens couldn't say no to Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire. Part of the reason was that he loved the character he got to play; the other part was that the role was literally written for him.

"Adam Wingard, the director, and I have been good friends since we made The Guest. We've been talking about many things over the years but not nearly on this scale," the British actor explained. "Usually, they were weirder, indie-sized things that have yet to come to fruition, but then Adam started getting into these big blockbuster movies. I loved what he did with the last one, but with this, I think it's fair to say that he and Simon Barrett, who also wrote The Guest with Adam, created and wrote Trapper with me in mind, hoping that I would be lured in. Honestly, it wasn't hard for them to lure me."

... Unlike frenemies Godzilla and Kong, Stevens and Hall have been firm friends for decades, which is one reason he thinks they work so well on screen.

"I loved working with Adam again, but Rebecca is involved here, and I've known her since we were about 18 or 19. We were at college together," he enthused. "Brian Tyree Henry is someone I've been friends with for many years, but we've never worked together. I adore him, and I think he's a fantastic actor. To get to come and essentially play with a group of friends in such a fun world was pretty automatic for me to say yes."

"Rebecca and I were roommates after college, but at university, I think the only thing we did together was a production of Macbeth, where we were Mr. and Mrs. M. One of my first professional theatre gigs was working for her father, Sir Peter Hall, on a production of As You Like It. We also did a movie called Permission a few years later when we were both living in New York. We go way back, so it was lovely to step into this with such an old mate and have another mate direct it. We had a huge amount of fun on and off screen, which I hope comes through the lens."

While Stevens wouldn't call himself an aficionado of Godzilla or Kong lore, he has been drawn to it since childhood.

"There was that big Godzilla movie in 1998 with the Puff Daddy track. It was prime teen time for me, and I remember seeing that in theaters," the actor recalled. "There was also the Peter Jackson King Kong movie a few years later, so the two definitely loomed pretty large in my adolescence. Also, being aware of movie history and Godzilla being very much part of that fabric, particularly the B movie world. If you look at any books relating to the history of sci-fi, whether it was Mechagodzilla or whatever, I was always aware of that."

"With so much Godzilla content out there right now, it's a great time to talk about it. The mythology endures, and it endures for a reason. It has something that speaks to our age, whatever that age is. Ever since it was created, it seems to resonate in the world."

Stevens wanted to work with Wingard again since they made The Guest a decade ago, and he recalled how his filmmaking friend sold the concept to him.

"He described the scene where Trapper goes and commandeers the HEAV, which stands for Hollow Earth Aerial Vehicle, and flies it into a flock of creatures that are humming with dangerous electricity that fly through and become sort of instrumental in the climax of the movie. He basically narrated that scene to me, and it sounded very cool," he said. "Then I read the script and to introduce a character by having him drop 60 feet off a crane into Kong's mouth to help take a tooth out, I thought. 'That is a cool way to introduce a character.' I wouldn't say the whole thing is me, but there's something in Trapper that I enjoyed bringing out in a world like this. You've got a character who's optimistic, pretty happy-go-lucky, unfazed, seen it all, and he's been around the block, and he's not going to be too freaked out by anything. That's always a nice character to have in the mix in a team-up movie like this. The whole thing was a privilege to step into a character like this that felt so easy and comfortable and do that with such great people."

Stevens knew exactly what real-world and pop culture references and influences he wanted to use to bring Trapper to life.

"A man-child was a big touchstone," he laughed." There's a sprinkling of Ace Ventura in there, and a bit of Dr. Doolittle and Bear Grylls is probably in there, too. There are a lot of fun characters in the mix. I liked the idea of this very optimistic Brit because we're not always known for our optimism. Trapper is a reasonably international character. He probably left the UK when he was quite young. We definitely had a scene where he told a story about his time in Africa, which didn't make the movie's final cut, but it gave us some context. He's been to the jungles and the desert; he's an adventurer and has that element of being pretty chipper in the face of enormous peril."

The actor, also known for Downton Abbey, Beauty and the Beast, and Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga, thinks Trapper has more escapades to enjoy. Like Hall, he'd love another appearance in the Monsterverse franchise, whose first four films grossed $1.96 billion worldwide.

"The adventures of Trapper would be wild, whether it's a prequel or a sequel," Stevens enthused. "I would love to see more of Trapper, and I'm very touched that you said that. He's a character I enjoyed, and I think you could send Trapper almost anywhere, and it would end up being fun, funny, and weird. There's plenty of story there."

The actor reveled in Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire's visual and sonic designs, where Wingard, a director not shy to rave about his love of the 80s, leaned into the era and what it offered creatively.

"There was definitely artwork he'd created going in that they had in what they called the War Room. Wall-to-wall, there were designs of all the creatures and the worlds we would see. A lot of the time, that's green or blue screen effects that we're not really seeing, although some of the sets were real, and sometimes we were going into the jungle," Stevens recalled. "That's a hallmark of Adam Wingard, the Vaporwave synth soundtrack, the blues, purples, and pinks in the lighting. There are so many great 80s movies infused in there, as well as anything from John Carpenter and maybe some John Woo. You're in good hands when you're with Adam because it will be steeped in great and authentic movie references, have a great soundtrack, and look cool. That allows you to relax into whatever you're doing and throw yourself in. The outcome is just a wild ride."

The actor isn't just grateful to be reunited with friends and creatives he adores and admires; he's also happy that it falls during the tenth-anniversary celebration of the first film he and Wingard made together.

"I didn't realize it was ten years, but I knew it was coming on for that. They did a fun thing last April as kind of an April Fool's gag but also kind of not? They released a soundtrack to The Guest 2, which absolutely slaps. Adam is a huge fan of many of the bands invited to contribute to the first film's great soundtrack, so he invited his favorite synth acts to contribute a track to a fake sequel," Stevens explained. "They issued an LP of it, and I think Adam and Simon had worked on an outline of what this movie might be. They issued that to these various artists who had composed some great music. It really is a good standalone album."

He concluded, "The Guest is still finding an audience, and that's delightful. You can't expect that from everything you do, but it's special when one endures like that. I'm particularly fond of it. It came along at a particular time when I had an appetite to do something very different from what I'd done previously. It ticked a lot of boxes and challenged me in several ways. It stays out there as a great calling card for the kind of weird things that I like to do. I don't know if there will be a sequel to The Guest specifically. I know they've got various plans, whether it was a mini-series or a movie, but I certainly hope to work with both Adam and Simon again in some capacity, so never say never."

#godzilla x kong: the new empire #godzilla x kong #monsterverse #godzilla x kong spoilers #dan stevens #forbes #interview #long post

[mayakern]

Since you're doing regular drops now, will you possibly be doing small drops of the less popular designs? I haven't seen any polls for design drops which I thought would of come up by now so I feel like I may have missed a change in how some things work? I've done my best to keep up! If I'm blind and missed it you can just ignore this part of my question and I'll get to trying to search for the answer on my own. My next question is if you'd do a small drop of the Luna Moth skirts? Ive seen a few asks about them but they were always just kinda referred to the polls and if people wanted them. And also, if you ever intend to do the minis/skater style skirts again? Again I'm sure I've just missed some updates but I appreciate you taking the time to read. Incredible work as always, I wish you the absolute best with your business!

some of this has been addressed, some hasn’t!

i run the design surveys not on a schedule and not for every merch order, but as needed. the biggest need for them was for preorders, which we are no longer doing.

the other need was for stuff like choosing which color variants of patterns would return. that is a pretty infrequent occurrence so while i’ll probably do that again, it won’t be for a while. and by a while i would say that color variant polls will probably happen, at most, once per year.

over all, merch production happens much more slowly than y’all probably realize. from placing an order with a manufacturer to listing skirts in the store, it’s usually a 2-3 month process and that doesn’t include the design process beforehand.

that’s also only the timeline for when we have things squared away with our manufacturer. the last two orders we placed with our manu were very small by our standards (about a third of a normal order size, about a tenth of what we ordered for march preorders) because we were hoping to iron out quality control with our manufacturer so we could keep working with them.

unfortunately that’s just not going to happen because while the first of those two orders was good, the second one has 92% defective rate which is… ridiculous. we haven’t listed those skirts yet but will be doing so in the upcoming weeks. the good news is that they’re print defects, not the awful fabric defects, and so most can be sold for $5-10 off so we won’t be selling at a loss. the bad news is this is the nail in the coffin for that manu. i’ve never even heard of a defect rate that abysmal.

and while we do have some promising leads for new manus, getting samples and ironing out product chains takes time and money and it’s not something you can rush. it can take months or years to get production started, especially with a new manu, especially if it’s a new product. luckily i don’t think it will take years to start production on the skirts again as they’re a relatively simple item, but we do have to start as simply as possible so as to decrease the number of variables we have to account for.

what that’s looked like so far was us discontinuing (for now) the miniskirts. in part because our old factory fucked them up so bad for march preorders, in part because we are a really small team and it’s hard to keep up with the volume of orders. the midi skirts are the best sellers and my personal favorites so that’s our priority, but i’m hoping after we’ve got things squared away with our new manufacturer(s) and can hire more people on our end that we can bring minis back.

the bad news is that all these defects have been incredibly expensive on our end and it has slowed our trajectory for being able to hire new people, which really sucks. but it’s really important to us for us to expand slowly and sustainably and to never put ourselves or our employees at risk of instability. we don’t ever want to worry about not being able to afford payroll.

now about the moth skirt specifically: there is good and bad news here. the good news is one of our promising leads uses a 2 color printing technique that the moth skirt would be perfect for. the bad news is they have a really high minimum order per design (about the equivalent of what we would usually order for three designs combined, or maybe two really popular designs) and the moth design was incredibly unpopular and did not sell well.

i never expected it to sell as well as the bee skirt, which is was made to be a companion to, but it performed absolutely abysmally. and the thing is, it’s not that it lacked votes. iirc it made it top ten or top twelve, high enough that we included it in preorders, but when it came time for people to purchase barely anyone bought it. this same thing actually happened with my monstera design as well.

with us losing money on all the defects this year, we have to be extra careful and not make a huge order of a design that doesn’t sell well. it could literally bankrupt us.

anyway we’re doing our best to plug along but it’s been an incredibly stressful year

also i know this has been incredibly long but it’s my hope in explaining WHY we do things that people have a better understanding of our process and what we can and can’t do.

#ask #store #faq

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dinner @ Il Poom

Cozy dinner last month with Susan - at a (likely family-run) Korean restaurant in the south side called Il Poom.

Here, I'll give you a preview of our meal:

It has been a while since I've gone out for Korean food :') I really don't dine out much these days, which is why there has been a major shift in my posted content, esp since the pandemic. But more so now, 'post-'pandemic times, things just cost so much more! But anyway, once in a while is okay haha & I LOVE Korean food so I'd wanna try every new Korean restaurant that opens in Edm.

I believe they've been open since the last quarter of 2023. Correct me if I'm wrong! I've only heard about them/seen their posts on socials in January. Located in a small strip mall, I had high expectations!

The entrance had this chalkboard sign. .. "Dumplimg" soup haha

Got a table that was right in front of their semi-open kitchen. Definitely a diff kind of view at Korean restaurants here in Edm. However, this is a suual sight for casual family-style restaurants in Korea. So I actually enjoyed this =]

Not a lot of business fr a Friday evening but I didn't mind at all. There were a few other tables of customers that shared the space during the time we were there. Everyone was speaking Korean haha honestly, I felt like I was 'brought back' to Korea.

Now let's take a look at their menu.

Me being me, I had already browsed several times before arriving here but there were items that were no longer available.

A good selection of menu items. Korean restaurant menus aren't very extensive that usually cover a few categories. This place was no exception.

You're sure to find something for everybody.

Their drinks. We wanted to try the Mae Hwa Su but they sold out. The lady recommended the Bokbunja instead (the black raspberry wine).

Bokbunja with banchans: potato salad, radish kimchi, cabbage kimchi & stir-fried soy sauce fish cakes.

Their kimchi was so good! It's not very fermented so it's not sour. It was more savoury than spicy or sweet. Reminded me of the kimchis I had in Busan, where their kimchis were more salty.

As for the wine, I liked it! It was very sweet!

Doganitang: ox knee soup.

I've never had ox knee before.. . Personally, I am not a fan of tendon, cartilage. .. that kind of stuff. The texture is unattractive to me. Ox knee though. .. it's not a common item on menus here in Edm so Susan & I decided to give it a try. Broth was a creamy off-white colour & comes with a side of noodles. (1 small bowl of noodles with the soup; not per person at the table)

To my surprise, I did not think there would be too many pieces of whatever ox knee looks like in the soup lol there were about 8-10 pieces. I had 3 pieces - & you know what, it was tolerable! I wouldn't have gone for a 2nd & a 3rd piece if I didn't like it. Texture was soft; wasn't gooey, wasn't crunchy. It means they've boiled the heck out of it. The broth was quite bland though; however, that's what these broths are like. You have to add your own seasonings. I like the radish kimchi :P

Next up was the yookgaejang, spicy beef brisket soup. Guess what, it had intestines in it o_O I've never had yookgaejang with meat pieces other than beef brisket lol it was diff. Not only that, it also contained scant amounts of tripe. Although I didn't mind the extra stuff (I don't eat intestine but had 2 pieces bcos again, I thought it was okay), I do prefer the 'original' version of yookgaejang. I just want the beef brisket! Flavour & everything else was good though!

Last item: seafood pancake. YUMMMM! The size was large; plenty of seafood; exterior was crispy. .. delicious!

Would 100% go back!

#food #dinner #friends #korean food #korean wine #seafood pancake #haemul pajeon #yookgaejang #doganitang #il poom #yummy

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the spare // chapter forty-three // death eater!tom hiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:  While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

word count for this chapter: 5.2k warnings for this chapter: smut, dub-con, dirty talk, exibitionism

Notes: I've fancast Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Rodolphus 😉 if you get it you get it

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Forty-Three:

My face heats even more when I realize Caelan was just witness to all that. I pull the quilt back up my shoulders and glance at him over my shoulder. He’s just on the bed, watching.

“What?” I say in his direction, embarrassed.

“We’re going to Edinburgh tonight,” Thomus says, startling me a little. I guess I never did hear his bedroom door click. He thought I was talking to him.

“Whatever,” I reply.

Fuck fuck fuck. I know I don’tneedmy magic to deal with things, but it helps control my anxiety. In a place like Edinburgh I can’t afford to slip up again.

~*~

The main hall in Edinburgh is buzzing with people. From what I could gather the Death Eaters had been dealing with the aftermath of Voldemort’s attempt to spread control internationally. Rioting in Spain and attempts to break through France’s Apparition Line has kept everyone busy. So tonight they’re relaxed and trying to have a good time with the Lots.

As if I’d be anywhere else, I’m right at Thomus’ side as he’s talking to Mulciber. My eyes have scanned the room already and now I’m just mindlessly staring. The only person of note nearby that I recognize is Kyle, but unless we were alone, it didn’t really matter. If he needs to walk to me I’m sure he’ll arrange it. Thomus’ hand grips the end of the leash, but I don’t bother with folding my arms around his, instead keeping my fingers twisted cross my middle. It makes me too anxious to touch him, even for show.

“Oh, I just have Chang working for me in the Lounge tonight,” Mulciber says. He has one of those aristocratic British accents that just makes me want to punch him in the face the more I listen to it. “Your nephew has her all booked up.”

“Is that so?” Thomus says. I can’t tell if he’s genuinely surprised or only politely interested. “I guess Granger’s finally starting to bore him.”

Mulciber chuckles. “How about your house pet? Is she –“

“Oh, don’t worry,” Thomus says, giving a single tight tug on the leash that makes me lurch forward. I catch myself on his arm. “I’ve gotten every Galleon worth.”

My jaw clenches. What an asshole.

“Chang wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t care,” Mulciber continues. “I favor those Oriental types.” He doesn’t give Thomus a chance to respond because his eyes jump up to someone behind us. “Ah! Lestrange! Haven’t seen you around in a few weeks!”

My face pales and without thinking I grip Thomus’ suit jacket sleeve.Pleasetell me it’s not Bellatrix. Thomus’ head turns quickly, looking over my head at the Lestrange. Thomus immediately tenses.

“Mulciber, how are you?” an unfamiliar baritone says as the man comes to a stop between myself and Mulciber. Relief sweeps through my chest that it’s not her as I take in the tall man. He’s got a familiar shade of sandy hair that’s greying at the temples, pushed back from his face. Good thing, because it’s a handsome face. Square jaw dusted with a 5’oclock shadow and steely grey eyes. If I’m being honest the weathered lines on his face just add to his appeal.

The man eyes Thomus with a mischievous smirk. “Still fucking my wife, Malfoy?”

My eyes widen and my jaw drops.

“Rodolphus,” says Thomus through his teeth.  

Oh, Rodolphus?Thisis Bellatrix’s husband? Holy fuck. Looking at him now, I can see the resemblance between him and his brother.

Rodolphus’ attention turns directly to me and I quickly wipe the shock from my expression. He faces me full on and grabs my right hand, bringing it up to his lips. His hot breath fans across the back of my hand while he speaks.

“This must be your Lot, Malfoy,” he says, his eyes on me. “What shall I call you?”

“Alder,” Thomus snaps.

I try pulling my hand out of his, but his grip tightens and he smiles. “What’s your name, pet?”

“Melisa,” I say quietly.

He kisses the back of my knuckles and straightens, releasing my hand. “A pleasure to finally be formally introduced. We’ve met before you know.”

“We have?”

His eyes crinkle as he chuckles. “Well, I certainly saw you, but I do not believe you saw me.” He finally takes his eyes off me, looking at Thomus. “Quite remarkable really. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone Apparate onto the back of a dragon mid-flight.”

Rodolphus’ remark has all three men’s eyes on me. Thomus’ sour expression turns into one of confused surprise.

“Wait, what?” he says.

I wait for Rodolphus to go into detail, but he doesn’t, so I let out a small sheepish grin. “I – I mean, it didn’t feel quite so impressive in the moment.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, pet,” Rodolphus chides, softly elbowing me. “When I’d discovered that she was a mudblood, I was even more impressed.”

“You were at the break in?” Thomus asks me.

“I – um,” I hesitate. Is it okay to talk about this now? Harry’s dead. They know what we took by now. “Waited outside. Had a Portkey. Getaway driver.”

Thomus’ looks like he has more questions, but has to keep them to himself because Mulciber pipes up.

“Oh, look at the time!” He starts stepping away, his hand on Thomus’ arm. “We best be off.”

“There’s not a meeting tonight,” Thomus says. “That’s tomorrow.”

“They changed the date this morning. Didn’t you get his owl?”

“Then why didn’t you question why I brought my Lot?” Thomus hisses. “She’s not allowed in.”

Mulciber shrugs. “Thought she might’ve been booked for tonight as well.”

Thomus sighs heavily and shakes his head.

“Malfoy, why don’t you leave her with me?” Rodolphus cuts in. He holds out his hand for the leash and smiles. “I promise we won’t leave this room.”

“Perfect!” Mulciber says and looks at Thomus expectantly. “Well?”

Thomus is too busy to notice because his eyes are throwing daggers at Rodolphus. Then he sighs heavily and lowers the end of the leash into his waiting palm.

“I’ll see you keep your promise,” Thomus says and it’s a poorly veiled threat.

Rodolphus’ smile turns cheeky, but he doesn’t say anything. His fingers simply close around the leash as he steps closer, his hand on my lower back. Thomus can only glance at me before Mulciber is turning him away.

As we watch them part through the crowd Rodolphus bends to whisper in my ear. “Wait until we’re out of sight.”

Wait for what? I’ve barely had time to register what the fuck just happened. Looking down, I follow the leash to his hand. I know I should be nervous, especially without my magic, but I’m actually feeling… excited?

Calm, but brisk, he turns us around and begins pushing our way through the crowd, heading right for the Lounge. It’s not as busy in there quite yet, so it’s easy for Rodolphus to locate a quiet corner. He sits on one side of a loveseat and pats the opposite cushion. I take a steadying breath and sit towards the edge, angled towards him.

“I’ve been looking forward to talking to you for quite some time,” he says. He shifts himself closer, our knees touching.

“Oh?” I say politely. I have no agenda for this, nothing prepared. I’m just going to talk to see where the conversation goes and what information I can get from it.

He leans an elbow along the back of the loveseat behind me and plays with the leash between his fingers. “I nearly died of shock when I’d heard young Thomus had purchased a Lot.” The arm behind me starts teasing the ends of my hair and his eyes drop to my dress. “Based on your reaction, you didn’t know about the affair, I take it?”

I snort. “My shock had more to do with your audacity than surprise about the fact.”

“Ah, so you’ve met my lovely wife?”

The neckline of my damned green dress is square across my chest and runs just under my shoulder blades along my back. The top of the long puffy sleeves barely stay up on my shoulders, so the feel of his fingers casually brushing my skin as he plays with my hair is distracting. “Unfortunately.”

He chuckles. “An appropriate response, I’m sure.”

Playing with the chain must have bored him, because he slides the loop over his wrist and starts slowly running his hand up my arms. First my right, then my left. It feels nice to be touched like this, so I don’t stop him.

“And why is it you wanted to talk to me?” I ask.

Rodolphus tilts his head. “Do you have any idea how long the affair has been going on?”

I press my lips together, quickly deciding to lie by shaking my head. His fingers now dip under my sleeve, pushing it back as it runs up my skin.

“So long that I don’t recall him showing interest in any other – what’s this?” The pads of his fingers find the scars on my arm and with his other hand, pushes back the sleeve until it stops at my elbow. There’s a torch on the wall above us and it’s enough light for the words to easily be read. His eyes widen and he shifts, his breath coming more quickly now.

I try pulling my hand back, but he grabs my wrist and doesn’t take his eyes off it. “Courtesy of your wife,” I say dryly.

“I’d only heard about the one –“ his eyes go from my arm to my waist and he runs his hand along my side “ – here somewhere.”

I don’t know how to respond. It takes him a moment to recover from his excitement about… whatever the fuck got him riled up. He releases my wrist and sits back in the seat, knees spread. He tugs on my leash.

“Why don’t you sit in my lap, pet?” he suggests, back in control again.

My focus shoots down to his thighs and back to his face. What is it with these guys wanting me to sit in their lap? It stresses me out to think I might make them uncomfortable with my weight on them.

But no, what am I thinking? That’s what I’m worried about? I should be worried about Thomus catching us. I have no idea if his threat to put me in a literal dog house was real. Rodolphus’ suggestion implies I probably shouldn’t trust his intentions. And I think I’d feel… bad, guilty if we’re caught. A part of me feels that way already for just considering it.

I shake my head. I must really be fucking losing it if I’m hesitating over the very opportunity I’d wished for. He could be the someone else that gets Thomus out of my head.

He tugs on my leash again, harder this time. “It wasn’t a suggestion.”

“But Thomus –“

“Is quite used to sharing, pet. Especially with me.” He sounds angrier now, impatient. “Do not make me ask again.”

My chest pounds with nerves as we stare at each other. Then I square my shoulders and straighten my back. “How do you want me?”

Rodolphus grins wide. “Truthfully, on your back, but straddling me will do for now.”

My insides are at war with my mind as I stand, hike my dress up enough, and slide onto his lap, hands on his shoulders. His words make me blush from my ears to my chest. He grabs my hips and slides down the seat, settling my core right over him. His hips flex, pushing up, and I can feel him hard there.

No, I shouldn’t feel bad. Thomus and I aren’t in a relationship. I’m a sex slave, and right now the idea doesn’t repulse me. This stranger’s hands on my body as they slide below the dress, up my thighs to grip and knead my ass feels fucking good. There’s no threat of him hurting my feelings. He hasn’t taken a lust potion… that I know of. It feels like revenge.

He flexes his hips up again and instinctively I grind down against him. A deep satisfied noise comes from his throat.

“I’m starting to see the appeal,” he says huskily.

Suddenly his hand grabs my left wrist again, and he angles it so he can stare at the words. His breath goes ragged and he brings it to his lips, his tongue coming out to trace the lines. His eyes flutter open to see me staring and he yanks on my arm. I lose my balance and I’m leaning against his chest now, his breath in my ear.

“I’d love to give you some scars, too, pet,” he rasps.

My breath catches in my throat and I don’t know how to process that. Fear sends chills down my spine, but get quickly overridden by want as he grinds against me again. I whimper when he pushes right against my clit and I can feel I’ve already started getting wet.

He chuckles. “Hm, so responsive when I’ve hardly touched you. Tell me, pet, does he fuck you properly or does he waste his attention on my wife?”

My face is buried in his neck, my nose taking in his natural musk. He smells so fucking good and I can’t even name what it is he smells like. I focus on that instead of his question because I don’t know how to answer it. I don’t know anything about Thomus’ habits with Bellatrix. For all I know he could’ve been going to her this whole time, but the only evidence I really have is that hickey I saw on his neck once. It’s something I hate thinking about.

As for the first question, the truth is more embarrassing than any lie I could come up with. He fucked me once so to cover his own ass. He doesn’t really want me. He’s said so himself.

I must’ve taken too long to answer him because his hand is clutching the back of my hair, pulling back. I’m forced to sit back with a whimper.

“I don’t know,” I gasp. “I don’t know if he’s still seeing her.”

He gives a wicked smile. “Maybe I ought to return the favor then?” His hips push up again and I grind down in return, my teeth sinking into my lip as pleasure shoots up from my core. “It’s only fair after all.”

His hand pushes at my hip and I keep rocking against him. His fist in my hair is still tight and he starts turning and twisting my head as I move.

My eyes are closed, but I still try to flirt with a smile on my face. “Yeah, we seem compatible.”

“Compatible?” Rodolphus lets out a cruel chuckle. “Well, aren’t you sweet?” His hand releases my hair and wraps around my throat over the collar. “You better hope there’s still some of that sweetness left by the time I’m through with you.”

I grind down on him harder, pulling his hands from my neck and hip. I press his palms against my sides and run them up along my body, over my stomach and to my breasts. If I wasn’t starting to become so mindless I probably wouldn’t have done that. Somehow he’s got my insecurities taking a back seat.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my breasts, and he easily finds my nipples and pinches them. A quiet moan slips through my mouth.

“Do you like pain?” he purrs. The physical pain takes away from my emotional pain, so yeah, right now I do. But am I telling him that? Fuck no.

Suddenly he pulls himself up until his lips are at my ear again. “Ilike pain… I like to give it. Imagine being tied up, cunt fucked raw, body so tired you can’t even move. And then the most unbearable pain imaginable, the mostunforgivablekind, forced onto your body while you take my cock once more.” He groans as he pushes up, his hands back down on my hips to move me against him. “Oh yes, I think you’d enjoy that just as much as I.”

“You don’t know me,” I murmur, almost a whine.

He bites my earlobe. “No, but I know Thomus.” One of his hands starts sliding under the dress again, this time towards my core. “And you mustreallybe a good fuck if he’s not obsessed with my wife any longer.” His fingers push my undies aside and they plunge inside my hole. I grind my teeth to keep from crying out. He grunts in surprise. “Tighter than I expected. Let’s have a taste.”

He withdraws his hand from between my legs and puts the two obviously wet fingers in his mouth. He’s pushed me back and made sure I’m watching. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth and smiles at me. “Don’t worry. I’m a gentleman. I’m going to eat your cunt before I fuck it.”

He sits back against the seat, keeping me up, his hand has found the end of the leash. “I think it’s time you show me how useful that mouth can be.”

Reluctantly, my hands go between us and I fiddle with his belt. “Won’t Bellatrix be upset?”

A sharp slap across my cheek nearly topples me. I gasp and rub the sore skin, my eyes wide.

“You will refer to my wife as the Lady Lestrange. Do I make myself clear?”

I blink away tears, my chest shuddering with my breaths as I nod. I get his belt loose and pop the button. I’m going to start hyperventilating any minute now.

“I could taste your fear,” he murmurs. “It was fucking delicious.”

I shimmy down his legs a bit to give myself more room to pull down the zipper. Maybe this will be a good thing. If he can get me to a state where I don’t feel anything. Fuck, I’m already not thinking as clearly as I should. Maybe the cruelty will be worth it. To get over Thomus, a man I never should’ve gotten swept up in to begin with.

As my hand slips into his underwear, a hand clamps onto my shoulder and yanks me back. My leash is let go and I fall onto my ass as someone shoves themselves between me and Rodolphus. Breathing hard, I focus on the pain from falling and the slap still stinging my cheek while Thomus blinks into my focus. I can’t see his face, but his wand is under Rodolphus’ chin.

Rodolphus smiles, his hands up. “I see why you like her. I think she’ll make a perfect addition to our little family, don’t you?”

“You arenotmy family,” Thomus seethes.

Rodolphus shrugs. “It doesn’t matter what it’s called. So long as you’re fucking my wife, I’ll be playing with your new favorite toy.” He leans into Thomus’ wand and smirks. “Which means she won’t be yours for much longer.”

Thomus slowly lowers his wand, his wrist flicks, and then its disappeared. I slide back further so I can get off my ass and as I’m getting to my feet, Thomus rears back and punches Rodolphus right in the jaw.

My hands latch onto Thomus’ arm to stop him from punching him further. Some other Death Eater, an on-looker, pulls out their wand and separates Thomus, until he’s on his back, pushing himself onto his hands. For the first time since this thing began, my eyes dart around the room. It’s filled out now, but luckily this fight didn’t bring much attention. I can only assume little fights like this must happen all the time.

I pull Thomus by his upper arm. He shoves me off when he’s standing.

“Don’t bother making your little threats, Thomus,” Rodolphus sneers, buckling his pants. “I’ve heard them all before.”

Thomus huffs angrily before grabbing my arm and yanking me through the crowd. Thank god, I hope we’re going home. I can barely look at him as guilt wracks through my body. Guilt, but also relief that I’m in his hands again.

Alarm bells go off in my head when he doesn’t take us to the usual fireplaces reserved for the Floo, but instead outside. He finds a side door and shoves me through it, the loud bang as it shuts makes me jump. The outside chill feels nice on my skin.

I can enjoy it only for a second before his hand is on the back of my neck and he’s shoving me against the castle wall. My right cheek digs into the rough texture as he crowds behind me, sticking my left forearm to the wall before doing same to the other.

“What’re you doing?” I gasp, confused.

“What am I doing?” he mocks angrily. His hands are on my hips and he kicks apart my feet, standing between them. “What’reyoudoing?”

“I – “

“Did you forget? How could you possibly forget?” He drags his short nails up the back of my thighs, pushing my dress up over my ass in the process. He pushes his hips against it, pulling at my hips.

“Forget what?”

“Whose name is on your arm?” he demands.

My eyes, instead of trying to strain to see him, slide their focus to my arm. My sleeve has fallen with gravity and the small dark signature has revealed itself against my skin.

“Yours,” I breathe.

Thomus runs his hands down the front of my hips, following my fupa and up my stomach. He kneads the flesh there and I feel his warm breath fan across the lower-than-usual back neckline. He cups my breasts and his hips flex against my backside, and he lowers his face until I feel his lips drag along my shoulder.

“I didn’t hear you,” he says. “Louder.”

“Yours.” I can only manage a whisper this time.

Thomus’ hands are back on my ass. He grabs the waistband of my undies and hikes them up. His touch is caressing, lifting and spreading my cheeks until he gives a sharp smack to one of them. My body jumps at the surprise.

“What exactly was your plan there?” he asks. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“No, I –“

He smacks my ass again. “You just didn’t care. You didn’t care about being caught. You didn’t care about the warning I gave you –“

“I headed your warning,” I snap. “I didn’t kiss him.”

“Do you think that really matters?” he goads dryly. “He was about to have the one fucking thing that’s mine.”

I swallow hard. “You don’t own –“

He leans in close, his breath near my ear. His hand presses on the back of my forearm. “That’s my fucking name, isn’t it? Hm?” His nose is in my hair and I can hear him breathing me in. The metal on his belt starts to jingle behind me and I shift my feet when I hear his zipper undo. “So wouldn’t that make this body mine?”

My own breath is coming heavier still. Confusion still soaks my mind when I feel his cock pressing along the crotch of my undies.

“But you find me disgusting,” I whisper.

His hips push himself back and forth between my thighs and his hands grip down my front again. “Absolutely disgusting,” he murmurs, kissing along my shoulder.

“But why?” I dare to ask.

“Why do I find you disgusting?”

“No, why’re you doing… this?”

He clears his throat, anger in his voice once more. “If you’re going to act like a whore, I’m going to treat you like one.”

When my breath catches again, it’s because I don’t exactly hate that idea. No, I really like that idea. I want him to fuck me like he hates me. I want it because I know it’s true. It means he’s not going to turn around and break my fucking heart again.

“Why… here?”

His chuckle isn’t just dark, it’s promising. “Because I like fucking in places I shouldn’t.” His hand caresses my ass again, his hips grinding against my covered core. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I close my eyes and push my hips back. “Yes,” I breathe.

Thomus’ hand slips between us, pulling my undies to the side and pushes his tip through my folds. His other hand jumps to the back of my hair and twists.

“Are you wet from him or me?” he demands.

I wish I could hide my face. I want to feel regret, but it’s lead to this, something I desperately wanted. I take a deep breath before answering.

“Him.”

With that, Thomus shoves himself completely inside me and we both gasp at the sensation. He pulls away from my shoulder, but I can still hear him panting behind me. It fucking hurts, but the pain feels so good. I feel so full and I can hardly think.

I rotate my hips, trying to encourage him to move. I need him to. He doesn’t and I whimper.

“Oh, what’s that?” he pants. He smooths a hand down my back, following the line of the zipper. I whimper again but it sounds more like a whine. I rotate my hips again, my feet shifting. He grabs the pliant flesh at my hips tightly, fingers digging in. “You’re going to have to beg better than that.”

This time I definitely whine.

“Aw, can’t you speak?” he mocks. “Did my cock steal the words from your mouth? Did you miss my cock that much?” He slowly pulls his hips back, almost all the way out, and snaps them back. I feel him along every part of my insides. He’s so deep and I love feeling him drag his way out before pushing himself back in.

“Good, because I’ve fucking missed this pussy,” he groans.

His hips start rocking against me, his cock sliding in and out in the most perfect, torturous rhythm. His skin slaps against mine and my toes curl as the absolute pleasure radiates over my body. I’m meeting his every thrust and I almost don’t care that my body’s still twisted against the cold stone of the castle. There’s no way I can come from this, but fuck if it doesn’t still feel euphoric. My body’s tensing, on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm while he fucks me.

At some point he unsticks my face, so he can tug and pull on my hair, his fingers twisted against the back of my head. The slap of our bodies is straight up pornographic, and I’m so wet the squelching noises echo against the wall and cobble floor. I’m so out of my mind with pleasure that I’m barely making a sound, my mouth just hangs open as I pant for air.

“Who does this fucking pussy belong to?” he grunts with a sharp tug to my hair.

I start to stutter his name, but then moan, “You. It’s yours.”

Thomus releases my hair and starts to fumble around my front, reaching for my fupa. He shoves his hand between my hanging belly and my thigh, fingers searching for my clit. But when he does get it, the angle causes him to slip out. My hips have to change their angle, and when he tries again, it only happens again, to his – and my – frustration.

“Release my hand, I’ll –“

“No,” he growls. “It’s my fucking cunt and I’m going to make it cum.”

He quickly releases my hands, pulls out and spins me around. Before he can do anything, I plant a hand on the side of his neck and bury the other in his hair, pulling him down to me. Our lips meet with desperation already mingling in the taste of our lust. I have to choke back tears because of how much I missed kissing him.

He bends his knees and I feel his along the back of my thighs. He only pulls his mouth away from mine to order me to jump.

I jump and he slams my back into the castle wall. I don’t know how high I am off the ground, but we’re at eye level. He’s stuck my back to the wall. I pull my legs up, spread wide, and he pushes them back down and closed so he can slide my undies down my legs. He vanishes them and then his hands are on my thighs, spreading them, stepping between them. His thumb finds my clit and he rubs circles around it as he lines up at my entrance again. I grip his hair and whimper when he swiftly slides back inside, still as hard as before.

He finds his rhythm again and pulls his hand out from between us, his pelvis rocking against my clit like it did the first time we fucked. My head fell back against the wall and my eyes almost rolled into my skull. His arms cradle my thighs and his hands are on my ass. I feel his breath at my ear.

“I’m allowing you to cum formypleasure only,” he growls. “I want your cunt to squeeze and milk my cock because it’smine, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “For you. Only you.”

My body rocks and jolts with every thrust, the pressure against my clit nearly sending me over the edge.

The only mistake I make is opening my eyes. My intention was to look at him, to make sure that this was real. But instead my eyes find others… watching us. I don’t know who and I don’t know how many because I quickly squeeze my eyes shut.

“Thomus,” I whisper in his ear. “People are watching.”

“Good,” he pants, louder than just moments ago. “Let them watch.”

I glance at them again over his shoulder before burying my face in it. I whine as I try to concentrate again. I’d been soclose.

I pull him to face me again, pressing my lips against his, drinking him in like I’ll never get to again. Because who knows? Maybe I won’t. This is just a moment of madness.

He moans when he kisses me back. He’s just as lost as I am. The euphoria of his fucking drags me back in and my hips strain to take as much as they can, trying to gain even the tiniest amount of pleasure.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmurs. I nod my head, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He sounds in control, but his thrusts are starting to become erratic and uneven.

“Harder, please,” I beg quietly in his ear. He gives me his all and fucks the orgasm right out of me.

I choose not to moan and whimper for our audience, but the orgasms strength makes me delirious. My head falls back with abandon and my head cracks against the wall. I feel dizzy but barely register the pain.

Thomus cums in response to my body’s orgasm. He thrusts one last time and holds himself there. My insides squeeze and pulse around him, he’s cum so much I feel the mixture of our pleasure being pushed out around him, dripping.

“Fuck,” he moans quietly into my ear, panting still. “I’ve missed you.”

Don't be afraid to let me know what you think! Even if its just nonsensical screaming. Comments are always appreciated bc i love to talk about my fic. Thanks for reading! 💕

#tom hiddleston #harry potter #writing #dramione #dramione inspired fic #the spare #enemies to lovers #fanfiction #tom hiddleston fic #death eater #romance #dark romance #plus size ofc #plus size #plus size romantic lead #the auction #hurt/comfort #fanfic #tom hiddleston x ofc #angst #death eaters #magic #new chapter #long fic #smut

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SHOKUGAN MODELING PROJECT SR-X

Saying nothing of its final quality, this is probably the scummiest release for a model I have ever seen. So, R-1 and R-Gun were both standard, mass produced releases, sold together (remember this, it'll be important later). Now, you'd think with that being the case, and their sizes, that R-2 and R-3 would both be separate mass releases, but they weren't. They were instead both a massively expensive P-Bandai release. And to top it off, many of its effect parts, alternate hands, and accessories came in another additional P-Bandai set, which also came with R-Gun's railgun parts. And SR-X only uses R-Gun with the railgun parts. So if you want an accurate R-Gun to go with your SR-X, you also need that third set, and you will own R-Gun at this point since it comes with R-1.

So to summarize, R-1 and R-Gun were a mass release, R-2 and R-3 were a P-Bandai release, and completed R-Gun is a different P-Bandai release. Really scummy way of draining someone's pockets.

R-1: The most standard robot of the set, it has a decent accessory pool, storage for all of its weapons on its person, and a vehicle mode. The additional joints in the shoulder parts allow for a wide range of movement that isn't impeded by anything transformation/combination related (in fact, it may be improved). The jet mode is sadly not that great (I'm pretty sure I've gotten the arms crossed every time I've transformed it), but I appreciate its inclusion.

R-2 Powered: For such a bulky bot, R-2 has pretty decent posability. While its legs are strange to work with at first because of all its transformation parts, they do have good range. The additional Powered armor parts also don't get in the way or impede movement or balance much at all. It's probably my favorite of the set.

R-3 Powered: It's so strange that most of R-3's accessories are for its base form. R-3 without its Powered upgrade is very simple to construct, but decently posable, if a little tricky at the hips, whereas the Powered parts are the most complicated part of the entire build.

R-Gun: R-Gun is very similar to R-1 in that it's a very posable with a lot of accessories and has a transformation to it. Unlike R-1, it's transformation is a lot more solid and doesn't require you to take it apart (apart from the railguns). I understand why those two were packaged together, even if the non-inclusion of the railguns still rubs me the wrong way.

SR-X: And the reason we're all here: the SR-X. It is literally the largest model kit I have ever built, standing around 14in/35cm. Despite being an enormous combination, it is extremely solid. I'm able to pick it up and move it around without the fear of it falling apart. It's also very posable, with multiple joints in the shoulders, two waist joints, very good ankles, and many more.

And with the accessory set, it's able to replicate, I believe, every finisher is has in the game. Giant sword, using R-Gun, glowy fists, leg missiles, goofy eye beams, its jump kick. You can even remove the front portion of the eye beam and place it on a pair of included glasses if you're feeling particularly sporty that day.

It does require a few adapters in the torso, and in the hips if you don't use the stronger replacement ones (which I did), but it was overall a very fun build, and putting it together was an interesting process in and of itself.

The Bad: In total, across all 3 releases, and including shipping, I spent around $500 on this set. And while I think this is a great model kit, I would never recommend someone drop that on this thing. I think maybe you could get away with half that? But not half a grand.

It doesn't help that there's technically a better, easier to obtain option. There was a release from RIOBOT last year that's a bit more expensive (around $650?), but does all the same stuff and a bit more, comes preassembled, is made of higher quality materials, etc. If you were going to go for this, I'd say just save up a bit more and get that one. (Although, looking at its specs, this one might be ever so slightly taller O_O)

The Details: I went pretty easy on this one (it is massive, afterall). I did some basic panel lining and used the included stickers. There were a few left over for R-3 when I finished that I still don't know where they go...

Overall, the SR-X is a ridiculous model kit on many levels, including its price tag, but other than that one I'd say they're all positives. I can't recommend it, but if you have a lot of money burning a hole in your pocket, there are worse things to spend it on. Just maybe don't buy them all at once.

#Super Robot Wars #Super Robot Wars OG #SR-X #R-1 #R-2 Powered #R-3 Powered #R-Gun #Shokugan Modeling Project #SMP #SRW #Review #Model Kit #Super Robot

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hi laura!!!

would love a chasing butterflies oneshot(s) from you!!! you're my cb partner and i trust you with this universe explicitly !!!!!!! whatever you want !!!!! i'm curious to see where your brilliance will take siobhan and din !!!!!!!!

Hi my love - I held on to this ask for months because it was the first time you ever asked me to write for CB officially and I have loved knowing that this is the story that brought us together and let me find my best friend. However, a little moment that I've been thinking about finally wanted to be put on paper- so to speak- and here it is. Just a short little thing with our favorite family.

Din Djarin x ofc Siobhan

Not explicit, only fluff. Chasing Butterflies spoilers- not tagging anything else because I don't want to spoil things. 800 words.

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Siobhan had sold most of her possessions from Earth a long time ago when she and Din had first started living together on the Crest. Possessions in general meant very little to Siobhan; she cared most about people. Her heart was here, in the sands of Tatooine, surrounded by her Tusken family and her Djarin clan. 

However, she had held on to a few things that meant the most, one of which was a pocket-sized book of poems from Earth poet Pablo Neruda. At times she had torn out individual poems to give them to people she encountered that needed the beautiful words, the jagged edges that remained along the spine serving as a reminder of her journeys. 

One night, long after Grogu had gone to bed with the other Tusken children, Siobhan sat out by the still-burning fire. She flipped through the familiar pages of her book, cuddling baby Dinah to her chest as she had her final feeding. Siobhan was so engrossed in her reading that she didn’t notice Din settling into the sand next to her. 

“She’s eating again?” he asked her, leaning over to run a finger along Dinah’s chubby cheek. 

“She has her daddy’s appetite,” she said with a smile, leaning into Din’s side. 

Din ran his fingers along the small book in Siobhan’s hands. “Wha is this? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” 

She told him all about the collection of poems- the little shop she bought it in long ago, and how she had pulled it out from the bottom of a crate. “Actually,” she said as she flipped through the pages, “There’s one that makes me think of you. I read this a lot after we first met, when you left and I didn’t know if I would see you again. I felt so connected to you already but I didn’t know how to put it into words. So, I just read this one a lot and hoped my Mandalorian would return.” 

Din looked down at the book, eyes focused on the title: “Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day.” 

“Read it to me?” he requested quietly, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

Siobhan cleared her throat and began to read aloud, her voice carrying over the crackling of the fire. 

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far

I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

As she finished and put the book down, Din tensed up. “When were you dying, Princess? Did something happen?” 

“Oh no, honey. I’m sorry,” she reassured him quickly. Her poor Mandalorian, always so literal. “Dying here just refers to the feeling, like you will die if you love doesn’t return to you.” 

Din relaxed but tightened his arm around her, pulling his girls even closer to his side. “I guess that’s how I was feeling too, but I did not understand it at the time. I know I never wanted to leave you, right from the beginning.”

Siobhan sighed. “I know. Me too.” 

They sat in silence, watching the stars dance and feeling content to just be with each other. Siobhan fought the selfish urge to go wake up Grogu just so that their entire family could be together in this moment. Din, as always, seemed to read her mind. “I checked on Grogu, he’s sleeping away.” 

Looking down at the little girl in her arms who had fallen asleep, Siobhan let the happiness of the moment wash over her. A tear she didn’t know had formed slowly rolled down her cheek. Din, of course, noticed. 

“What’s wrong, Princess?” 

Siobhan looked up at him with shimmering eyes. “I’m really glad you came back to me.” 

Din kissed Siobhan, slowly and completely, and it felt like the universe stopped expanding just to watch them. “I will always come back to you. I swear it.” 

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Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day by Pablo Neruda

#Love you Eri #chasing butterflies #interlude #drabble #din djarin #din x siobhan #din djarin x ofc

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Of friends, foe and fae

chapter three- Childhood, chatter and cyanide

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Janus knew the evening would be dreadful as soon as they arrived.

Fae clogged the staircase leading up to the Queen's annual gala, hoping to catch a glimpse of the monarch. All in vain, in Janus' opinion. The Queen hadn’t shown up to her own parties in 12 years and nothing indicated that tonight would be more eventful. Janus couldn’t say they blamed her. These parties were a drag to get through and Janus really wished they could ditch them too. But with a high enough position and not as much authority as the Queen, they didn't get much choice in the matter. Fae would notice them missing and if word of it got to the Queen, which it no doubt would, then Janus would find themselves with-... Well, she could be unpredictable and Janus wasn't sure if it would work in their favour this time. They didn't plan to find out. 

He squeezed past a pair of arriviste nobles. Both dressed in the tackiest dresses Janus had seen this season. Neon green overcoat paired with royal purple skirt and baby blue lace gloves. Voluminous enough to almost block the entire entry. Looked like some folks would benefit from the Queen being missing once again. 

Dressed in much lighter garments that clung to their body, Janus navigated the crowd with practised ease. Slipping through gaps between bodies. Was it just them or was the size of the nobility growing each year? There certainly were a few faces Janus did not recognise. But then again, they seldom mingled with fae of much lesser status.

"Dee." Janus winced. Putting on a pained smile as they turned around. The smile turning genuine as they recognised the fae. 

"Blackwood." Of the same status as them but living on the outskirts of the Queendom, Blackwood wasn't a regular attendant of the parties. Shame. He was one of the few fae Janus actually tolerated. "How have you been?" They regretted that question immediately when they took in the state of Blackwood's suit. It was tailored, rather poorly, to fit their now thinner form, and judging by the cuffs it definitely wasn't from this season. It appeared the only "riches" Blackwood held was his title now. Which in turn meant he was most likely seeking a suitor for his children, Janus concluded with regret. They found his children rather pleasant and certainly didn't wish for them to be stuck with a partner they had no interest in. 

"Where's Cedar?" It was Janus' turn to grimace. Surprisingly, he hadn't found Janus yet. Not that they complained. "It's rare not to see you on their arm."

"Now, Blackwood." Janus chuckled. “Are you implying I'm the eye candy?"

"Compared to Cedar?" Blackwood scoffed. "Certainly."

Janus laughed. 

"Is this some kind of ploy to flatter me into a deal?" 

"Is it working? Because I have quite a few favours I could ask."

Janus’ smile grew sombre. 

"It's not going well for you, is it?" 

"Izzy has gotten a marriage proposal. I don't like the candidate in the least and I don't think xe does either. But xe had gotten it into her head that xe needs to help and the only way to do it is through marriage..."

"Xe's trying her best."

"I don't want xer to be forced to do that. I’m a parent. I can’t just force my child." Blackwood sighed. "I don’t know what to do, Dee. I've sold almost everything I could and I don't think anyone would fall for my charms." He gave Janus a sad smile. 

"Have you tried?" 

"Are you offering?" Blackwood chuckled.

"You, sir-" Janus laughed, "you are twice my age! You have children that are older than me."

"I could always adopt you into the family."

"Gah. I need better friends."

“But for now you’re stuck with me.” Blackwood grinned, offering his arm to Janus. "Let's find some good seats before the Lordlings steal that from us too."

Janus chuckled, taking the offered arm. Blackwood led them both to the dining hall that was slowly filling up. The taller fae, despite the significant weight loss, was still twice as broad as Janus and had no trouble breaking through the crowd. They did manage to find good seats at the top of the table and Blackwood lunged into conversation, telling Janus about his children's adventure, to the fae’s delight. Clover, the youngest of the bunch, had apparently successfully bitten one of Izzy’s suitors in the ankle, drawing blood. The suitor had not come back, Blackwood explained with great relief as Janus sipped their wine with amusement. Ignoring the side eyes Cecilia was sending them. The witch with her little gossips and ploys to steal from the minor nobility was hardly worth Janus’ time. And if she thought having gained, illegally might Janus add, an acre of land near the palace suddenly made her important, that was her problem. Janus had no intention of aiden her little fantasy.

Maybe coming here had its benefits. If only for the chance to meet Blackwood again. The fae had almost grown to the position of a substitute parent for Janus and they did miss visiting them on occasion. Perhaps they should drop by him more often. But Blackwood had five children and a debt to take care of and Janus wasn’t sure if they would be a welcome distraction.

“Wait here,” Blackwood whispered theatrically. “I’ll go see if I can steal anything from the kitchen.”

“You know they will serve dinner soon.”

“But where’s the thrill in that?” Blackwood scoffed, and Janus couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. “Besides. I need to eat. You could get satisfied with the portion one would serve the castle mice.”

Janus laughed.

“I like to think my palate is a little more sophisticated than that.”

“I can’t argue with that.” Blackwood nodded. “But if you fired your cook again I doubt your expectations are being met.”

“Gah! Insulting my cooking.”

“Calling it cooking is rather generous.”

“Go, you menace.” Janus waved their hand with amusement. “I wish not to hear any more of this slander.”

Blackwood bowed dramatically before making his escape. Forcing fae aside as they pushed forward. Janus chuckled. There was no way he would make it into the kitchen unnoticed, but then again they doubted the servants would confront him about it. And his friend would be back to boast to Janus about his stealth.

Blackwood’s chair creaked and Janus turned to face the sudden noise. Disappointment laced their face when they saw just who it was.

“I wasn’t expecting to find a seat next to you so late into the evening.”

“How long were you waiting for Blackwood to leave?” Cedar only grinned in response. Janus took a deep breath. They could leave now and try to find Blackwood. Abandon their seat and sneak into the vast gardens to whatever the fae managed to steal from the kitchen. Which, as they were currently seated between Cecilia and Cedar, sounded very appealing. They started to stand but Cedar wrapped their hand around Janus' forearm.

“I wouldn’t leave if I were you.” Janus glared at Cedar.

“And why is that?” Cedar pointed towards the entrance where Igg was hovering close to the door, looking rather confrontational. They locked eyes with Janus for a second and gave them a nasty smile, daring them to come closer. The fae cursed under their breath, sitting down to the amusement of Cedar, which they rebutted with a glare. They decidedly weren’t looking for an encounter with that particularly nasty specimen but that didn’t mean they were gonna be happy about being stuck with Cedar. 

“No thank you?”

“I’m not sure being trapped with you is preferable.”

“And yet you stayed.”

Janus huffed in response, to which Cedar smiled as he leaned against Janus' chair. 

“I’m almost starting to believe you avoid me more than the other fae.”

“I thought that part was obvious,” they said as they placed a finger against Cedar’s chest, pushing them back. 

“And here I thought I was the friendly one.” The fae laughed, pulling away and leaning against the back of their own seat. Janus was about to tell Cedar where exactly he could shove her friendliness when the kitchen door opened and servants started pooling out. Janus felt their mouth water at the chance to eat something other than their own cooking for the first time in months. Maybe they should employ a cook again. They could come once or twice a week. Prepare their meals and then leave Janus to their own devices. The estate was starting to feel far too crowded again.

Janus took a deep breath. Roman was right. They were growing peculiar out in the country. 

Janus was brought out of their thoughts when a plate was put in front of them. Another server handed them a goblet filled halfway with wine, but their hands were shaking so much Janus was sure they would spill the liquid despite how little there was of it in the container. 

The server moved on, handing Cedar his own cup. The Lordling was glaring at them and Janus rolled their eyes. Cedar wasn’t even trying to hide his contempt. 

Deciding to ignore the fae in favour of enjoying their meal, Janus brought the cup to their lips only to feel a hand wrap around their forearm again. Effectively stopping the cup an inch from their lips. They turned towards the source of the limb to glare at their unwanted companion. What was this about now?   

“Don’t drink that,” he whispered, and before Janus could ask them what this was about Cedar shot up.

“STOP!” Cedar’s voice boomed through the hall, all faces turning to them. “I saw the servant put something in that drink.” Janus was torn before narrowing their eyes and hiding their face. Some fae liked to cause a scene when matters should have been handled delicately. 

All guests turned their gaze towards the servant in question, who took a step back. They looked young, thin and long bones making it evident the poor thing hadn't been alive for long. They could be the same age as their boys, Janus' mind supplied. Poor thing looked ready to bolt too, making themselves all the more suspicious.

Janus glanced down at their drink, swirling it around in the golden goblet. They knew most fae expected them to hand the drink back to the servant, demanding the child drink it. But Janus always valued information above cruelty.

“Is there poison in my drink?” Deceit asked calmly, face turned towards the server, but their eyes never left Cedar’s form. The child's face paled as they stared at Deceit. Janus could make out sweat droplets slowly forming on their forehead as they nodded. 

“Now this is exciting,” Cecilia interjected, leaning on Janus' chair, far too close for comfort. “Have you burned some bridges again, little Dee?” xe mocked, amusement evident in her voice. Janus paid xer no mind. 

“Well?” Janus raised an eyebrow. “Is there?”

The fae nodded slowly. This couldn’t be good.

“Who ordered you to do this?”

“Do you believe no servant could come up with a plot on their own?” Igg smirked. “Aren’t you the one who always advocates their ‘intelligence’? Do you deem them stupid after all?”

“Certainly not,” Janus scoffed. “Though I doubt I'd be the first target. After all, I’m not the one who’s mistreating them.” They could see Igg’s expression sour out of the corners of their eyes and they fought to suppress their growing smirk. 

“Let me ask you again, under whose command are you working?” The child bit their lip and Janus could see them shaking. “The court will be far more favourable if you drop a name, child.” Still no answer. “Well?”

The fae shook their head.

“Admirable loyalty; such a shame they were caught,” Igg commented.

“If I didn't know any better I'd assume you want me dead.” Janus glared at the fae. Igg’s smile simply widened at the implication. It was no secret that Igg was just a breath away from inheriting Janus’ estate, along with all of their family riches. He had not exactly been pleased when it turned out Janus had not died alongside their family.

“Speak.” The child swallowed before finally opening their mouth. Tongue running painfully slowly over their lips before they dared to speak. 

“I don’t know.” It came out shy and quiet and Janus felt the need to have some strong words with whoever was responsible. He could deal with the court trying to stab them in the back, but this? This was below pitiful. Using a child as a shield because someone was too scared to face them.

“What do you mean by ‘I don't know’?'' Janus continued. Struggling to keep their voice calm. 

“I- I have not recognised them- I-” they stuttered, body shaking visibly.

“Not mistreating servants, huh, Deceit? The little traitor looks ready to faint,” Igg interjected. “I doubt we will get anything more out of them. Servant or not, we all know what the punishment for trying to kill a noble is. Show the kindness you preach and make it swift.”

“Sounds almost as if you’re trying to hide something, Igg,” Cecilia laughed.

“I don’t think distaste towards Deceit is something I've ever hidden before and I certainly don't plan to start hiding it now.”

Janus paid them no mind.

“Do you remember anything about them?” The child hesitated, looking anywhere but at Janus. “What is your name?”

They licked their lips again, shaking visibly. The voice carried just barely over the now quarrelling fae. “Anxiety.”

Janus' eyes widened. Oh no, no, no, no, no.

It couldn’t be, could it? Not the one Roman- He wouldn’t.

Deceit fought to keep their expression calm. It wouldn’t do them any good to admit they recognised their would-be assassin.

“You are one of the Queen's servants if I’m not mistaken?” They pointed at the uniform. The child nodded, confirming their suspicion about them.

“Are you implying the queen wants you dead?” Igg chimed in. “That’s quite an accusation, Deceit.”

“I assure you, if the Queen wanted me dead I would already be rotting somewhere.” They cast a look over the room filled with fae, daring them to speak against it. The Queen didn’t hide her favouritism and Janus wasn’t shy about playing that to their advantage. “She doesn’t hide behind ploys .”

They tried to catch a few of the faes’ eyes but most of them were avoiding their gaze. Satisfied, Janus turned back to Anxiety.

“Why did you try to poison me?” The child looked uneasy again, but Janus couldn’t let the matter drop. Not for their own safety, and certainly not for the child. It was clear they didn’t want any of this. Someone had tricked them and Janus was going to find out who.

“Well?”

“I- I can’t- I-”

“You can’t what, child?”

“I can’t say.”

“Looks like you’re not the scariest fae here after all,” Igg mocked. “Someone else scared them shitless, it seems.”

“Why can’t you tell me?” The child just shook their head. Janus took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of their nose. Deep exhale, Janus, deep exhale.

They looked up at the child again.

“Can you remember anything specific about who ordered you to do it? Voice? Height? Clothing? Anything?” The child glanced quickly at the room, averting their eyes just as fast. It looked as if they were burned, and with the glances the fellow court members were no doubt shooting at them, it might as well have felt like that.

“You’re not willing to cooperate, then.” Anxiety closed and opened their mouth. Casting one last fleeting glance at the assembly of fae before shaking their head. Janus took another deep breath before standing up, grimacing at the way the servant was taller than them. 

Janus cast a glance around the room. He would have to turn the child in. The whole court had seen. They knew the procedures like the back of their hand.

It was time to request an audience with the Queen.

***

Logan could hardly contain his excitement. Tossing and turning under his covers. They were going to be scientists, just like his mom. They could go to all the fancy fairs together, but now the adults would have to treat him nicer. Like his mom did. 

The bed squeaked as he reached over to his nightstand. Grabbing the glass of water, grimacing when he found it empty. 

He knew he should ask his mom to fetch him a new one, since his hip hadn't healed yet and mom didn't want him walking alone around the house too much. But he didn't want to wake her up. She was so tired after all those nights spent with him at the hospital. Besides, she had said he could get up for emergencies. And lack of water was an emergency.

Wiggling from under the covers, he put his left hand on the wall, slowly making his way towards the door. It still hurt a little to walk but Logan had learned how to not put too much pressure on his hip. And it wouldn’t hurt much if he didn’t walk for long.

He made it to the kitchen, grimacing when he remembered he’d left the glass in his room. Not wanting his trip to be for naught, he let the water from the sink flow and used his hands to scoop the liquid, spilling a little on the counter. Logan used the hem of his shirt to wipe it dry. 

He didn’t really have a need to stay awake, but he didn’t want to go back to bed either, still feeling restless. So as an attempt at a compromise Logan limped over to the big window with cushions underneath that faced Patton’s house. It was starting to get light again and he could make out the outline of the flowers that grew in their garden. He wondered if they’d caught anything. He doubted it was a fairy, of course. Fairies didn’t exist.

But if it was a fairy Logan’s mom would be sooooo proud of him. And Patton too. He pressed his face against the glass, trying to see if he could spot something from here. Sure enough, there it was, a dark shape in the middle of Patton's garden. And it was moving. Logan pressed his face harder against the glass. Was that a cat?

Which meant they had caught something.

And the cat was trying to eat it. 

Panicked, Logan shot up, wincing at the pain that shot through his leg at the sudden movement. He limped as quickly as he could to the door and then towards Patton's house, squeezing through the small hole in their shared fence.

“Shooooo,” he yelled at the cat, and it hissed but continued to try and get into the house. Logan knocked on the fence, trying to make himself look as big as he could. It didn’t do much. Panicked, he looked around the garden, sighing in relief when he spotted the small garden paddle Patton used to help his mom plant flowers. He grabbed it, limping forward as he swung it around. He didn’t want to hurt the cat, just scare it. Fortunately, it worked as the small predator took a step back, hissing at Logan. 

“ SHOOOO !” He needed to be scarier than the thing, Logan remembered. It hissed at him once again before finally making its retreat. 

Logan wasted no time to look at whatever the cat was trying to eat. He threw the shovel aside and sank to his knees, letting the damp grass tickle his knees. Logan felt his cheeks redden. He’d forgotten to bring shoes. But this was a matter of science! And sometimes you have to take sacrifices!

He leaned down to try and peek into the house, not wanting to disturb whatever was caught any further. His heart sank when he saw nothing moving inside. Maybe it was hiding?

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He tried to speak as calmly as he could. “And the cat is gone now.” No reply. He could try sticking his hand inside and get it out, but he wasn’t sure if it bit or not. Logan stood up to see if Patton had left his gloves outside as well. He limped around the garden until he found them not far away from where the shovel was at first. It seemed Patton forgetting to clean up after himself could be useful sometimes. He put the gloves on, and although they were a little too big on him they were thick and sturdy, hopefully enough to shield Logan from whatever they’d caught.

He made it back to the house. His hip was screaming in pain but he still had things to do. He needed to be a little more careful, though. He didn’t want to go back to the hospital. The nurses weren’t very nice.

He sat down carefully, choosing to gently pull the house towards himself this time. 

It wasn’t easy to pry the door open with gloves on, but as a real scientist Logan needed to get used to working with equipment that made research harder but safer. He held the house down with both of his knees, ignoring the way his hip screamed in pain, and pulled on the door as hard as he could. 

It came off its hinges and Logan's upper body flung back onto the soft, wet ground. He collected himself as quickly as he could. Blocking the entrance with one of his hands. 

If he was going to lift it, whatever was in there could run away easily. He should have thought earlier how to prevent it from escaping, but it was too late now. He wrapped his hands as well as he could around the house and lifted it up. He limped back to his house, making sure the exit was blocked the whole time. Thankfully, he’d left the door to his house open, so he quietly slipped in, closing the door with his butt.

Logan couldn’t help but grin. Even if the thing got loose it would still be in the house. But he remembered his mom talking about containment chambers. Could he use his own room as that? Probably.

He made his way down the hall, towards the little room that held his stuff for now. He would move back upstairs once his hip got better but his mom said this was easier. Logan agreed. He didn’t have to wake her up today.

His hip hurt a lot by the time he made it to his room. He quickly closed the door using his butt. Logan made sure the window was closed as well before he finally put the house down. Nothing. 

Logan felt his heart sink. Surely the cat had tried to get something out of there. Even if it was only a mouse. 

The small scientist made it over to his desk, grabbing the safety goggles that his mother brought for him from work and a flashlight. He sat with his head on the ground, trying to get a good look inside. He turned the flashlight on and there was movement inside!

“I saw you!” Logan beamed. “Please come out! I’m not going to hurt you!”

Nothing. Logan grimaced. Then he remembered Patton had said something about hinges that let him take the roof off. Debating if he should keep his gloves on, Logan decided against it. He blocked the entrance to the little house with one of his books, just to be safe, and then made quick work of unlocking the hinges. Once that was done, he put his gloves back on, lifting the roof slowly.

All the little furniture in the room was knocked over and in the middle of it all was a tiny human with wings, looking at Logan with wide eyes. Logan squealed in delight.

“A fairy!”

As soon as he said it the fairy took off, flying over the top of the walls before it went tumbling down to the ground. It scrambled to its feet as quickly as it could, throwing a panicked look behind its shoulder. It tried taking off again but the effect was the same. It didn’t fly far before it found itself on the ground again.

“You’re hurt.” It looked like their wings didn’t work right. Maybe the cat had broken them? Logan could probably help. The fairy turned to him, arching its back as it tried to make itself look bigger. “I need to see your wings.”

“Noooo,” the fairy hissed. 

“You can speak!!!” Oh, this was beyond amazing! Logan couldn’t wait to show everyone! He scooted closer and the fairy scrambled away, never taking their eyes off him.

“Ssssstay back.”

“But I-”

“Stay back!” the little fairy shouted, and Logan could see it was shaking. “I don’t want you closer!” This wasn’t going according to plan. 

That was when he remembered his mom always said you need to be gentle with humans and animals that are scared. He supposed that was what you need to do with fairies too.

“Ok.” He stopped scooting towards it. ‘Give them space first,’ his mother always said. The fairy looked at him a little longer before it slowly started scanning the room, glancing back at him every so often to make sure he didn’t move from his spot. The fairy was clearly trying to find an opening to get out but Logan had made sure everything was sealed shut. Which was probably better for the fairy. When he and his mom had helped a bird heal last year they hadn’t let it out until their wings were okay again.

He let the fairy wander around his room. At one point it stopped in its tracks to glare at Logan.

“You got closer.”

“No I didn’t”

“Liar.”

“I didn’t!” Logan raised his voice and the fairy flinched back. Stupid. You need to be gentle. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I didn’t, but I can move back a little,” he offered. The fairy looked at him for a while.

“Well? Move then.” Logan rolled his eyes but scooted back anyway. The fairy was awfully mean. ‘Sometimes tiny creatures try to bite you because they are scared of you, Logan,’ he heard his mother’s voice say. ‘They are trying to protect themselves. They will be nicer when they trust you.’

It looked at him–Logan couldn’t quite make out the expression so far away–before it started walking round the room again. It avoided getting closer to the little house as much as it avoided Logan, and the tiny scientist made a note to put it away later so the fairy wouldn’t be too scared.

The fairy stopped in front of his bed, pulling at the sheets. It cast a glance at Logan before it started climbing the fabric.

“You’re not getting into my bed with shoes on, are you?” The fairy did not respond and simply climbed on. Logan watched in amazement as it used its wings to push itself slightly upwards when the path became too difficult. It never seemed to be able to get its flight right and Logan debated if he should tell them that they might be damaging its wings. 

After much effort the fae made it atop the bed. They took one before throwing themselves off the bed.

“NO!”

Just as predicted, they glided for a second before they came tumbling down again, landing in the middle of Logan’s carpet.

“Stop trying to fly! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

The fairy pushed themselves up slowly on their elbows and Logan could see they were shaking.

“Are you… ok?” 

“NO!” the fairy screamed, slamming their tiny fists against the ground. Logan tried to stand up and the fairy scrambled back. “NO!NO!NO! STAY AWAY!” He complied, scooting as far into the wall as he could. 

The fairy wrapped their hands around their knees and hid its face. Was it crying?

Logan bit his lips. He wasn’t really good at this sort of thing. Last time he’d tried consoling someone he’d made them cry worse. He thought it was stupid to cry over broken plastic soldiers but his mom had pointed out he would be sad if something happened to Princess Luis Isabell Leone Annabel and Logan supposed it made sense. He still thought losing his stuffed Unicorn would be worse.

“My hip doesn’t work either.”

“What?”

“My hip,” Logan said. “I can’t walk too much right now. And I limp a little. But the doctor says if I rest it and take medicine it's going to get better. Maybe it’ll work for your wings too.” Would a doctor know how to handle wings? Should Logan bring the fairy to a vet?

“What’s a doctor?”

“You don’t know?”

“Well I don’t know your friends!” Logan chuckled at that.

“Fairies don't have doctors?”

“I’m not a fairy!”

Logan tilted his head.

“What are you?”

“Well I’m not telling you.”

“I’ll tell you what doctors are if you tell me what you are.”

The little not-fairy mused over it for a while.

“Alright. Deal. You go first.”

Logan grinned.

“Alright, so…”

#of friends foe and fae #ts logan #ts janus #ts virgil #virgil sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders

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Desire (28)

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There isn't any dialogue in this chapter... just trust me ;)

*Leighton's POV*

Entering an empty hotel room yet again was probably the most infuriating thing that could happen to me at this moment.

Where the fuck did he go?

I tried to busy my mind by picking up the room and making sure I had all of my things before we had to leave again, but no matter how hard I tried to distract myself, I couldn't help but feel hurt by the fact that he wasn't here.

I was grateful he didn't follow me, but it still hurt knowing he left.

I wanted to call someone so bad, but it was so expensive to do so, so I just sat here, pumping in the quiet hotel room, my mind swirling with endless confused thoughts.

I felt so alone.

I had so many ways I expected this trip to go.... but this wasn't one of them. 

I couldn't keep sitting in this empty hotel room. I felt like I was going to go insane.

I grabbed my phone, doing a quick Google search of things to do near us, wanting to just get back out and busy my mind. After a few quick scrolls, my eyes spotted the word "tattoo" and I was sold.

The perfect thing to get my mind off everything.

I don't think I've ever dialed a number faster in my life.

I somehow managed to book a timeslot at 5:30, even with how booked they were.

I knew what I wanted, I had been thinking about it since I was pregnant.

It was fairly simple, easy linework. Honestly it was a quick in and out appointment.

The tattoo shop was about 45 minutes away so I started to plan my route of how I would get there.

I mean, I could ask to borrow the rented car, but I didn't feel like explaining where I was going.

I figured it would be easier to take a Taxi over there now, so I texted Sam that I was going to go out and explore a bit and that I would catch up with them later.

I didn't even wait for a reply before grabbing my backpack, phone and phone charger.

I needed to get out of this room.

All it held was hurt feelings and angry memories.

Where the fuck did he go?

Were we really over all because I don't share the same interest in the paranormal as him?

Do you know how dumb that sounds?

"oh why did you two break up?", "I don't believe in ghosts." Like the fuck?

Whilst in the cab, heading towards Rome, Sam texted me back asking where I was going.

I figured it was smart to at least tell someone where I was going in case something horrific happened, so I texted the street the tattoo shop was on without saying exactly where I was headed off to. Only he texted back "Why the fuck are you all the way over there????" to which I left him on seen.

Sometimes you just need a break. To be alone. And hey, I can't get drunk or do drugs... So why not get a tattoo?

I walked through the door, a bell chime going off, the receptionist looking up.

I got checked in and figured out my payment method before meeting with the actual tattoo artist.

A girl walked out, introducing herself as Marnie, leading me over to her bench, getting started immediately.

We did a few quick templates on sizes and fonts.

It felt weird going through this process again.

The tattoo would take 15 minutes which reminded me of when I got "Perfectly imperfect" on my ribcage.

The inkwork would look very similar, so I wasn't surprised that it wouldn't take too long.

I took a deep breath, laying down in the chair.

I'm really doing this.

She disinfected the area right under my left collarbone towards my shoulder and I closed my eyes trying to zone out as I prepared for the needle.

Before I knew it, we were done and she was cleaning up the area, grabbing the fun foam that for some reason I always loved watching be wiped off.

It felt like forever since I had done this last, and it felt good.

I missed this.

She gave me a brief overview of the care, but since you can clearly tell this isn't my first rodeo, she didn't go too in depth.

Walking out of the tattoo polar with the fresh in on my skin felt weird, but good.

I always felt weird when I walked out with new ink.

I mean, after all, I was altered forever.

It is kind of a weird feeling.

I'll never see that patch of skin bare ever again.

I checked my phone as I walked down the sidewalk, seeing 15 new messages in the group chat and 5 new messages from Sam.

I opened the messages from Group Chat, a lot of them asking where I was and what I was doing. 

The whole car ride back I felt guilty.

I was so nervous to arrive at the hotel and just be met with my livid friends.

I took a deep breath before swiping the keycard, not knowing if I was praying that he was in there, or that it was empty like before.

The second the green light shined and I pushed the handle, I could feel my heart race.

Please be in here.

When the door pushed open, my breath hitched.

The room was pitch black. There were candles lit all over the room making a beautiful yellow glow. The city lights shine through in a subtle manner.

I thought this only happened in movies.

I kicked my shoes off, not wanting to ruin it as I walked through.

"Colby?" I called out, my heart racing as I looked around the room in awe.

My eyes watered when I saw the beautiful rose petals on the ground, leading to the bed where there was a heart with "I'm sorry" written in the middle.

I walked over to the table in the room, and noticed a note.

In Colby's childish handwriting, there was written

Leigh, I'm sorry. I left some things around the room to treat yourself while Sam, Kat and I are out. Next to this note is a yummy surprise in the bathroom there is hopefully some things you like in there. I wasn't sure what you liked. I'm going to stay in Sam and Kat's room tonight so you have the hotel room to yourself. I'm sorry for what I said. I love you. Colby

My eyes caught the white box, carefully pulling open the lid.

My heart was racing so fast that I thought it was going to explode.

Wouldn't he want to set this all up so we could share it together? Why is he staying with Sam and Kat?

I wandered to the bathroom, curious to see what he had left.

There were candles burning in the bathroom, the fake wick flickering.

At least he was smart.

In the mirror there were rose petals pinned against the glass spelling out "beautiful" in lower case letters across the mirror. 

I couldn't help but smile at the small touch.

He knows me so well....

On the counter next to the sink there was a small box.

In the box was a lotion, two bath bombs, a sugar scrub, a real candle, Epson salt and lavender oil. Tucked on the side, I saw a few facial packets and burgundy nail polish.

I picked up the lotion first and I felt my eyes start to water as I looked through the bin.

He bought my favorite things.

I never talk about, or show him these, how did he know?

I mean, I packed my lotion in my suitcase.... but this was new.

There was even the bath bomb that I used once when I was pregnant, along with one I've never tried before.

Next to the bin was a package of chocolate chip cookies and macarons.

There was a small note next to the cookies but my eyes were too watery to read it.

I rubbed my eyes, thankful I wasn't wearing any makeup.

I picked up the note, blinking my eyes so I could see.

I wasn't sure if you liked macarons I thought the colors were pretty though just in case, I got you cookies. I hope you still like chocolate chip cookies. I know you ate these and cheese its whilst nursing If you rather something else, there is a note on the side table

And the tears were streaming down my face.

I was an idiot.

I wobbled over to the other note mentioned, misjudging the turn and banging my knee on the side of the bed.

"Motherfucker" I groaned, my eyes blurry and my knee now burning. "Stupid fucking bed" I hissed, rubbing my knee.

That's gonna leave a bruise.

I bruised like a goddamn peach, and I hated it.

I grabbed the sticky note, letting the adhesive stick to my pointer finger as I read it.

Order whatever you'd like. I have a tab open for our room or you can order from some fancy five star Italian place Treat yourself. It's on me Colby

Oh I've fucked up. I fucked up big time.

Yet again. You've screwed yourself over. Way to fucking go Leighton.

I sat here for a moment to feel self pity.... but then something hit me.

He said treat yourself.

So that's what I did. 

A quick Google search and a 30 minute walk later I paid for a few treat yourself items and made the 30 minute walk back.

By now it was 8:30pm and I ran my bath, my phone playing music off of YouTube.

I sat in the bath, my razor and cookies next to me as I got started.

If he can do all of this for me, I can do something for him.

I soaked in the tub, letting my skin become squeaky clean and wrinkly before starting my shaving process.

Both legs and armpits were clean shaved and I went to start to work on my vagina when I stopped.

How does he like it?

We've never talked about it before.

I've always clean shaven my whole body... but is that his preference?

I decided just to clean shave, figuring that it would be better than him preferring clean shaven and it wasn't.

I don't know him at all.

I didn't know if it was lack of trying, lack of observation, or lack of communication.

He did all of this for me; with all my favorite things... and I don't know him.

I sat my razor down, the warm water feeling incredible against my smooth skin.

Once I got out, I wrapped the towel around me and washed my face and grabbed one of the facials he had gotten, following the directions before applying the product.

I wanted to FaceTime Aaliyah, but it was 8am for her and she'd be at work.

Instead I took a selfie after I applied the face mask, sending it off to her 

Once I was lathered in lotion, my face mask washed off and my body was fully shaven, I grabbed the nail polish, YouTube playing on my phone as I got to work.

I carefully painted my nails. My fingers and toes matching.

Whilst they were drying I carefully waddled over to my suitcase, not letting my toes touch the floor.

Do I straighten or curl my hair?

What does he prefer?

I've never paid attention to his preferences on my appearance and now it was biting me in the ass.

Curled hair is normal people's sex appeal, right? Isn't that why a lot of Victoria Secret models' hair is curled?

What if he doesn't like it?

I never really do my hair. It takes so long and I have so much hair...

Waves it is. The happy medium.

"I swear to god if I burn myself..." I muttered, plugging in my hot tools.

I somehow managed to not nick myself shaving, so watch me burn the fuck out of my neck.

It'd look like a hickey without any of the fun.

Thankfully, no burns this time and my hair looked pretty decent.

Can you imagine if I put in all this effort and my hair looked like shit? I swear I'd cry.

I don't remember ever putting in this much effort. I was too young and dumb to care when I was with Gabe.

I mean, I was also high and just didn't care. 

It was nice to be sober and actually putting in effort to hopefully impress him.

Oh god.

What if he hates it?

What if he doesn't like how I look? What if he doesn't want this? Would he think I'm slutty? That I'm throwing myself at him? I mean... I am, but not like that...

Is it going to come across wrong?

If his way of communication is through actions and not words... surely this isn't slutty.. right?

It's not like I'm wearing a full porn star outfit.

Would he rather a porn star outfit? The slutty lace and straps and clothes that barely cover anything?

If only I could ask.

It's too late for that now.

I tugged the towel closer to my now dried body, my makeup bag open on the counter as I dug through it.

How do people do this on the daily?

I throw some mascara on and hope to god I don't look like a racoon. How am I supposed to make sure I look sexy?

I used handy dandy YouTube and googled "Sultry makeup look" like a noob, scrolling through different thumbnails until I found one that looked pretty yet simple.

I swear to god if I look ugly after all this effort, I will cry all this makeup off.

What a sight that would be.

You come home to your possible girlfriend/dating partner sitting on a bed full of rose petals in somewhat sexy clothes looking like hopefully a bombshell, just sobbing.

I started the process, hoping my foundation at least matched.

Maybe if I make the room even darker he won't notice.

Would he care? 

Gabe would care.

Gabe always pointed out my makeup mistakes. He said they were embarrassing. That he didn't want to go out in public with my face looking like that, so like a normal person, I stopped trying.

Can't fuck up if you don't try right? Sigh.

Then Aaliyah sat me down one night and she showed me how she does her makeup, walking me through it and I learned.

Am I amazing at it? No. But I'm good enough to know I can leave the house in it and not feel embarrassed.

"I swear if I fuck up this eyeliner" I muttered, sitting on the counter, the mirror shoved in my face as I tried to focus on making it as even as possible.

Sisters, not twins.

Don't they say that for eyebrows? Oh well, it works for eyeliner too.

I grabbed my mascara, remembering to hold it outwards so I didn't get it on my nose.

It's been a hot minute since I've worn makeup, or at least this much makeup. It felt weird.

I stared at myself in the mirror, thanking god that I didn't fuck up my foundation.

I couldn't help but smile as the word "beautiful" was written out in front of me, covering my chest in the mirror.

I think I looked hot? Would he also think that? 

God, I wish I knew what his sexual preferences were when it came to appearance. Does he like the red and black look? Does he like neutral makeup? The waves? 

He's not allowed to hate it. I spent too long making myself look like this for him to hate it.

There was one last step.

Slipping on the outfit.

I took a deep breath before dropping the towel.

I turned to the side to grab my bra, my eyes catching my protruded stomach in the mirror. The rose petals right above it.

Beautiful.

I truly felt beautiful. He's never made me feel insecure about my baby weight or the way my weight sat on my body.

Yes my stomach stuck out and yes my thighs were bigger, my boobs were bigger and shaped weirdly from breastfeeding and my ass hung lower... but he's never once made me feel like he preferred a tighter and higher body.

He's never given me a reason to feel insecure, and for once, I didn't.

I felt hot, sexy, and beautiful.

I clipped my bra, struggling a little bit with the awkward arm stretch.

It appeared to fit nicely and my boobs looked alright in it, only adding to my confidence boost.

Last but not least, the shorts.

Do I put on underwear?

I don't really have any sexy underwear with. I didn't plan on trying to get anything to happen.

Again, would he care?

Is there a preference?

Maybe instead of trying to sleep with him, I should tie him to the bed and make him answer all his sexual preference questions because how the fuck am I supposed to know?

Knowing my luck I'd fuck up and completely turn him off because the color red has some sort of horrible memory attached to it.

He wouldn't buy me burgundy nail polish though if that was the case, would he?

After a long stare in the mirror, futzing with my hair and making sure I didn't have lipstick on my teeth, I grabbed my phone and without thinking twice, I opened Colby's text messages and hit send.

Come to our hotel room 

* * * *

It's short.. and "lame" but just.. hang on ;)

Written on: October 6th 2022

Published on: October 7th 2022

Word Count: 2940

Part Twenty Nine

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Hobonichi A6 Notebook First Impressions

Overall, I'm not completely sold on Hobonichi, but I've only done some basic tests with a few pens and colors. Many, many more thoughts plus pictures under the read more (the lighting in my pictures isn't great since it's overcast, but I wanted to get this posted sooner rather than later). I'm far from being an expert on any of this stuff, but these are all my genuine impressions of the book so far.

Honestly, I was surprised by the thickness of the cover. The cover struck me as pretty flimsy based on what I had seen in videos, but it actually feels relatively thick and sturdy compared to my expectations. I'm sure it would leave a wrinkly crease if I were to bend it too much, as it is still a bit flexible. I was pretty impressed that such a small, thin notebook could lay open flat in the way that Hobonichi books do.

I did have to crack the spine a bit to keep the book open at first, but there were few issues keeping it open on it's own after breaking it in a little. Although, that then makes the front cover lift, which I don't super love.

It'd be nice it there was a little elastic to keep it closed since the cover isn't heavy enough to keep the book closed on it's own. I'm sure there are ones I could buy separately or a cover that could help keep it closed, but I'm trying to use a cheaper introduction to Hobonichi products before deciding to make a larger investment in accessories and bigger books. In the meantime, I'll just deal with it or use a hair tie to keep it closed if I feel like I have to lol.

I heard someone in a Hobonichi unboxing video talk about how the paper smells really nice, which, at the time, I thought was a little odd. But I can see why she said that now lol. I was flipping through the pages and caught a whiff, and it does smell really nice. It's distinctly different from the smell of old Yugioh cards from when I was a little kid, but something about the book makes me nostalgic for them. I told my brother to smell it, too, and it made him nostalgic for Christmas at our old house when he was a little kid. Couldn't say exactly why though. (He kept sticking his face in the pages and inhaling, and I had to tell him to stop before he sucked all the scent out of my notebook lol.)

As far as my thoughts on actually using the Tomoe River paper, I'm... not super impressed right now? I do like how it feels tactilely; it's very smooth, thin, and pleasant to flip through (it almost reminds me of the paper Bibles are usually printed on from what I remember). But it ghosts as much as I've seen it do in videos, and as I've said, I don't love ghosting. Makes the paper feel too busy to read properly. I also primarily use gel pens, especially my Uniball Signo 207 Micro, and boy howdy does it take a long time for gel pens to dry enough not to smear.

Even after a few minutes, my Uniball pen was still smearing after I wiped it. I've recently started trying out the Pilot Frixion Erasable pen (thoughts on that to come), and it's a very wet, runny pen but dried enough not to smear after about 20 seconds. Good thing about that pen is that if it does smear, it can be erased adequately enough. Paper Mate Inkjoy gel pens also take a long time to dry. After a few minutes of testing other pens, I flipped the page to check how the ghosting was, which left residue from some of the pens on the cover page.

I also tested a few Pigma Micron pens (02, 05, and PN), and those dried much faster than the gel pens I tested. 02 dried the fastest, probably because it was the thinnest tip size and deposited the least amount of ink onto the paper. I found that the Stabilo Point 88 fineliner pens and a BIC ballpoint blue ink pen had no smearing when I tested them. The Tombow Fudenosuke hard tip pen did not smudge when I tested it. The black Staedtler Triplis fineliner I tested smudged a lot, but the light blue color did not in the one test I did.

Unfortunately, I don't use many of these pens for casual writing and moreso to add nice lettering or pops of color in my journals that I use as creative outlets. Again, I prefer gel pens for longer-form writing.

I'm not 100% sure if this book has the new Tomoe River S paper or not. I assume it does since it is a 2023 notebook, but again, I don't know for certain. I've seen that the new Tomoe River S paper smears less than the older Tomoe River paper with some pens in tests I've watched, but I don't have anything to personally compare to what I'm using. It's a bit of a bummer if this is the supposedly current version of the paper that I can't really use my favorite pen in this book because the ink stays wet on the page for so long and is likely to smudge.

I also tested a few Mildliner pens and Tombow Dual Brush Pens to see if there was ghosting or bleeding from those. Happy to report no bleeding! Though, I didn't layer the colors much, so I might test the threshold for bleeding or warping of the paper at a later time. The little bit of layering I did do for one of the Tombow pens did make the writing on the other side ghost more obviously (I'd almost say it made the ink from the other side of the page bleed through, but I don't think that's quite accurate).

I want to test some other things in this book, like sticking in ephemera, pictures, washi tape, and stickers to see how much bulk it adds to the book since I like adding a lot of things like that to my journals. I'm also curious how much I'll end up tearing the paper when I erase either pencil or the Pilot Frixion because I tear and crumple thicker paper than this when I erase pencil if I'm not being careful.

I do think the different colored grids are a neat feature for this little notebook and could work well for sectioning off different parts of your book for different functions (commonplacing, planning, daily pages, general notes, etc.). I don't know if I will end up doing that or not since I sometimes just put whatever I want wherever I want in journals lol, but it's nice that the option is there.

(Image from Hobonichi's listing of the book)

I'll also say the grid spaces are much smaller than I expected. For some reason, I thought they were 5mm but are actually 3.7mm, which is apparently the same in A5 Hobonichi books. I'll have to see if I can adapt to such a small size since I'm used to 5mm grids in my Artist Loft dot grid journals.

I'll probably be using this notebook a lot at work over the next week or so since I jot down a lot of notes there, and I'd like to try doing some personal-ish entries with things I can stick into the book. I might use the different colored grids to mark off different sections of use for the book since the option is conveniently there, but we'll see. I'll try to gather some more thoughts in the meantime while I use the book more at length, and hopefully, I'll be able to come to a conclusion if I think getting a Hobonichi planner for the new year will be worth it for me.

#me: i am going to go to bed on time :) #also me: *stays up an hour late writing this last night* #this is fine #hobonichi #hobonichi notebook #notebook review #bear.txt

[taperwolf]

So I now have a Tennouji Rina-branded laptop.

See, a while back, I picked up a little secondhand vinyl cutter. You've probably seen these around; the most popular is the Cricut line from Provo Crafts, which have even been sold at Target.

(Of course, Provo Crafts hate their customers, and have rendered all their machines released before 2014 into fancy bricks by not providing software to run them after the demise of Flash. So I really recommend no one purchase any of their products, but they are the biggest manufacturer in the space, so they're the ones people are familiar with as a comparison.)

My model is an early Silhouette Cameo, and worked great right from jump except for one minor problem: the O-rings on the drive shaft that help keep whatever you're cutting in place were made from a particularly bad type of rubber, and had degraded to the point of leaving black streaks on whatever material passed under them. Fortunately, someone online had identified the proper size for replacements, and today I took delivery of a new set of silicone O-rings. Installing them was pretty straightforward, so it felt like a good time to actually cut some vinyl.

Nobody here is surprised to hear that I'm very fond of Tennouji Rina of Love Live! Nijigasaki High School Idol Club, and one thing I've found amusing in her materials is that occasionally they'll depict her working on a laptop with her logo on the back:

It's clearly a parody of the MacBooks with the glowing Apple logo, but I've been thinking that I'd like her logo on my own laptop. Now, of course you can buy stickers and laptop vinyl clings from various places, but my laptop has a problem with just doing that: the Dell Precision M4500 doesn't have a nice, smooth cover surface for stickers. It's got these ridges across it. So there's plenty of room for a logo, but a sticker would have to either be small enough to fit between two ridges — and that's pretty small — or it'd overlap the ridges, and that'd both look sloppy and be an amazing collector of dust.

So! I took Rina's logo and created the outline of the three pieces, then aligned them so that I could take slices out of them. The recesses stay uncovered, all of the vinyl is properly attached to flat surfaces, and it generally looks nicely planned, which is the best I could hope for.

The application process went fairly well. There are a few air bubbles trapped under the vinyl, marring the surface, but that's only noticeable pretty close up, and on the whole, it's very striking-looking. And I'm pretty sure I have the only Rina-chan M4500 out there.

#vinyl cutters #love live #nijigasaki #rina tennouji #laptop customization

[sie-rui]

Hello. I’ve seen that you write angry and smiley content and I’m so happy because there is not that many ff about them. And I wanted to request if the boys had a crush on the reader. Like their a baker and in the manga the boys own a ramen shop. Sorry if I spoiled anything. But if it’s not too much thank you💕💕☺️.

❀ THE BAKER NEXT DOOR | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 kawata nahoya and kawata souya 💿 gender neutral, third pov (they/them), fluff, pining, au - post canon, imagine 📅 june 09, 2021 🔗 main, kawata twins as your boyfriend

the kawata twins has a little crush on the baker next door to their ramen restaurant. shy and lovesick are what they are

In the Kawata Twins' life, most are inconsistent. They're predictably unpredictable. One moment you understand them, the next not. One moment they want it, the next they hate it. The only thing consistent between the two of them is each other…

And maybe also the baker across the street, in front of their ramen shop.

Visiting the bakery every morning before they open their own shop had become a routine at this point. The bread was soft and tasty, they also sold cakes of different icings and sizes, along with macaroons that Souya loved. But the biggest reason they keep on coming back was the gorgeous baker behind the wonders.

The bakery always opened early in the morning, their ramen shop opened a few hours after. It was a quaint little place with pristine tiled floors and beautifully painted walls—sky blue and intricately drawn clouds. A few tables with chairs pushed underneath loitered around. A glass-covered display boasts some of the products right beside the counter with the cash register. Soft music played in the background to keep the atmosphere light. And only one person worked in it.

Today was no different as the rising of the sun finds both Kawata Nahoya and Kawata Souya in the very bakery as the first customers of the day—watching the center of their affection going about, preparing the displays.

"Ah, Nahoya-kun, Souya-kun, the usual?" They chime, the familiar beautiful smile on their face causing the twins' hearts to tighten just a little bit more.

Souya nods, eyes light. Nahoya grins as he waves and adds, "And tea for me, Y/n-chan!"

"You got it!"

Souya gives his brother a little side eye, brows pinched. He rolls his eyes, turning his head away as Nahoya sends a small smirk. There were no words exchanged as Y/n flitters around, preparing their usual orders to get them ready for the day.

In this little bakery with only the walls to see, the Kawata twins lead a silent battle for Y/n's attention. It's never with animosity. Sure there is a little tension but both of them knew that if the other loved Y/n more and if Y/n loved them back as well... One of them would back off. It's respect, in a way.

"Are you working on a new recipe, Y/n?" Souya brings up, standing in front of the counter side-by-side with his brother as Y/n gathers all of their orders in bags with nimble hands.

"It's a little secret," they lean in a little, catching the twins' attention as they bashfully smile. "But I've been working on a lemon-flavored treat for a while now."

"How is it?" Nahoya beams, placing an arm on the counter, on top of the cash register, to rest his chin on his palm. Souya almost does the same beside him, but on the other side.

Y/n laughs, a little shy. "To be honest, bad. It's either too sour or too sweet and I can't seem to get it right."

Souya lowers his head a little, thinking of how he can help. Noticing his growing dilemma, Y/n giggles. "Don't think about it too much, Souya-kun."

He looks away, pushing his hands into his pockets to hide the growing blush of having been caught. Nahoya laughs, already knowing what he was thinking even before he had even noticed.

"I'll work hard on it and the two of you will be the first ones to try it," they wink and goddammit Nahoya just felt his heart stop with that simple action.

He gulps, trying to hide his nervousness and wondering if anyone else could hear his deafening heartbeat. He pulls out the exact amount, passing it over to Y/n who hums in appreciation.

Souya receives the two paper bags Y/n hands to them with their usual kind smile before bidding them a great day at work.

The twins leave the bakery with small blushes and wistful thinking for the next morning to come just a little bit faster.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smiley #smiley x reader #smiley #tokyo revengers nahoya #nahoya x reader #kawata nahoya #nahoya kawata #nahoya #tokyo revengers angry #angry x reader #angry #tokyo revengers souta #souta x reader #souta kawata #kawata souta #souta

[magpiewithacamera]

"Where would I live, if I were a man of Golden Words...?"

Andy stayed at this house, on Bainbridge, on and off during the period that Malfunkshun was being formed. It was owned by a friend's grandmother at the time. It's for sale (or possibly sold) now. The basement of this house is where Malfunkshun was formed. It's a holy spot.

@fluttergirl and I went there in August.

First pic: the house as seen from the driveway. It's in a very peaceful neighborhood, we didn't see another car drive past while we were there. It sits on a property surrounded by high yew bushes and trees on all four sides. There are blackberries and hyacinth bushes all over the land.

Second pic: This is the front door. @fluttergirl, collector of skeleton keys and obituaries, noted that the doors still had their original locks, large keyholes. The steps were worn and a bit spongey but not unsafe. The porch wraps around 3 sides of the house. Easy to imagine Andy, Kevin and Regan Hagar sitting out here on a warm summer evening, or playing a game of touch football in the yard.

Third pic: The overgrown porch. This pic shows the long front of the house. I'm standing directly over the garage doors in the first pic to get this shot. The porch had a few holes, and several scary spots where the flooring did groan when walked on.

Fourth pic: Here's where it got HOLY. This is a small shed at the back of the property. Very overgrown with bushes, it would almost have been easy to miss, if Andy hadn't been walking with me that day. The door was hanging wide open, we didn't touch or change anything for any of these photos. It was maybe 15' X 12' feet, no bigger than an average size bedroom. On the sill of the door were three pennies. 3 pennies. One from 1972, one from 1976, one from 1980. I picked them up and went inside.

Fifth pic: There is surprisingly little graffiti or damage. The inside of the shed still has an old wood stove opposite the door. There was evidence of something being burned in there recently. But I was drawn to the small square windows, two of them, in the center of the photo. I knew I'd seen them before.

Sixth pic: a publicity shot of Andy, Malfunkshun days, taken about 1984. The bottom square window is very distinctly visible behind him, at about a 45 degree angle over his right shoulder. The corner wall beam is directly behind his head, and a few of the wood supports of the wall are to his left. This corner is where that photo was taken.

I was stunned. This was holy ground.

Photos seven and eight: Samples of Andy's distinctive handwriting. Note the letter 'e's throughout, and the number '2'. Both these are from his notes written c 1985.

Photo 9 (three times three, I thought it appropriate to not lead with this, tho it's the most important photo I think I've ever taken) Graffiti on the bare stud wall of the shed. "WE ARE HERE 2 LOVE"

Please compare letters.

MOST young men, 15, 16 years old, would take up pen to cheerfully tell the world to s*ck their dick, to draw crude cartoons of genitalia, to write something witty or crass or banal or shocking. And that's fine, that's how we are, when we're teens.

Andy, however, left this for us.

WE ARE HERE 2 LOVE.

All of us, here, him then, us now, maybe someday someone else who stands in a musty shed on Bainbridge and traces the letters with their fingers, he left it for ALL OF US.

WE ARE HERE 2 LOVE.

@fluttergirl took the last photo, my hand (unnecessarily) pointing it out. We were not 100% certain at the time it was Andy's writing. We are now.

There's a little regret that we didn't take the board. It is, after all, an abandoned shack that will possibly be sold to someone who's never even heard of Malfunkshun, doesn't care about who was there, 35 years ago.

But we were there, we got the shots, and we are bringing them to you. The board really doesn't matter. It was the medium he sent this love letter to us, and we're sending it on to everyone who needs to hear it.

'Words and music, my only tools...'

WE ARE HERE 2 LOVE.

What an amazing statement.

THIS, then, is our history.

Many thanks to @fluttergirl for being an amazing explorer with me!

#Andy wood #mother love bone #malfunkshun #bainbridge island #grunge history #the grunge tourist #grunge will never die #333 #WE ARE HERE 2 LOVE #words and music