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kurtisoutfits · 1 year

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Which Ethnic Attire Would Make You Look Elegant and Classic?

Ethnic Wear in Classic Colors - Since their introduction, ethnic costumes have been the most preferred choice among Indian women due to its timeless elegance and appeal. Ethnic clothing will never go out of style or lose its lustre. They are available in a variety of fashionable and inventive styles, designs, patterns, materials, colours, and lengths. Ethnic clothing can make any woman look gorgeous, sophisticated, and spectacular. As a result, ethnic wear manufacturers are one of the most popular outfits, and they continue to captivate the fashion industry.

Patrons of Shree can look into Kurtis & Kurtas collection at Shree and buy ethnic kurti set at best prices. We have made sure that the outfits we design for our clientele are of high quality and provide them with the assurance of looking elegant and classy at all times.

While fashion designers are constantly updating and upgrading ethnic garment patterns and cuts, as well as introducing wonderful contrasting hues to those outfits to make them more attractive and glorious. Whether it is an ethnic kurti set or a short kurti with sharara, you can get everything at Shree.

Ladies' ethnic clothes come in a variety of colors. Many of them have outstanding contrasting colours, making them more gorgeous and elegant. Try ethnic attire with a gorgeous contrasting hue if you want to seem attractive and dazzling at any function.

It doesn't take much to stand out with ethnic dress, especially if it's an ethnic set. So, why be concerned? You can learn how to style your ethnic set or designer ethnic set to look like a diva at any event or occasion. Shree offers festive kurta sets for women as well as casual ethnic wear for women. All you need is the proper type of garment or ethnic wear, as well as the right styling advice.

Looking for such advice on the internet? Look no further, since Shree has great styling tips straight from the designers' desk. Do you want to know how to dress stylishly and elegantly in ethnic wear?

Go on and check out these top 3 ethnic attires that are sure to make you look elegant and classy.

Ø A Fuchsia Ornamental Printed Kurta for a Classy Lady

Fuchsia is a color that makes you look elegant while making you blush in your outfit. So, we have brought you this classy fuchsia ornamental printed kurta that is ideal to be worn by a classy lady.

https://byshree.com/products/women-fuchsia-ornamental-printed-kurta-1?variant=41183518457988

You've come to the right place if you're looking for the best occasion dress kurtas or kurta sets. Get this fantastic fuchsia decorative patterned kurti at the cheapest price at Shree. The fuchsia ornamental printed kurta has unique elements such as a mandarin collar neckline, three-fourth sleeves, and a straight-cut hemline. The fuchsia kurta is embellished with a beautiful gold-toned decorative design, making it look more festive and event appropriate. This kurta is perfect for a family gathering or casual wear. Aside from that, the fuchsia decorative kurta is made of poly silk, which is a highly soft and comfy fabric. The kurta's forefront features a lovely button-down design.

Ø A Grey Ornamental Printed Kurta Trouser and Dupatta Set for an Elegant Woman

Grey is a color that neutralizes even your style and fashion, which is why we, at Shree, have brought forth this classy piece of grey ornamental printed kurta trouser and dupatta set that is ideal to be worn by an elegant woman.

https://byshree.com/products/charcoal-grey-ornamental-printed-kurta-with-trouser?variant=41183536808068

This particular grey ethnic set is a holistic suit set that is made of charming velvet fabric. This ethnic attire is going to make you look classy and elegant as it has excellent features, such as long sleeves, a mandarin collar neckline, and a perfectly straight silhouette. Go for this everyday wear outfit to look as gorgeous as ever!

Slay the day, girl, in outfits like these!

We all appreciate expensive things and well-dressed clothing. But we don't have a lot of money to spend on anything we desire. As weddings and the festive season approach, we will require a large number of ethnic pieces to complement the events. While luxury garments are out of our price range, there are many methods to dress smartly and seem like a million bucks. It all boils down to selecting the appropriate parts and properly coordinating them.

To bring in elegance, there’s another factor to look into which is the fabric of the outfit that you choose.

The foundation of the entire aesthetic is a high-quality fabric. As a result, you must correct it. Silk has a special role in ethnic clothing. Splurge on elegant fabrics such as silk, linen, cotton, chiffon, and so on. Instead of net, choose for a high-quality lace fabric.

Now that you know how to style yourself elegantly, be ready to receive those compliments and blush on as you receive them.

Make your attire even better with the right accessories and footwear.

Feel free to surf through the website – ByShree – and buy more and more classy ethnic outfits.

Happy Shopping from Shree!

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thatlovinfeelin · 1 year

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Where Do You Go? | one | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

You never imagined you’d be a widow at twenty-six. Never did you think you would actually get the news that your husband died during a mission, unable to eject properly. Your knees hit the floor so hard they could’ve cracked but you didn’t feel it at all. Not as you cried and screamed and begged.

The house felt so empty after the reality that your husband was gone set in. Kurtis Chapman was a hell of a man, an even better pilot. He should still be in the house with you, laughing at some reality TV show, or helping you cook dinner.

You weren’t sure how, but you called your parents and managed to tell them. They promised to take care of letting the rest of your family know. There was suddenly a funeral to plan, suddenly you had to bury your husband, the man you promised to love for your entire life.

Somehow you found yourself dressed in black, seated in front of a bunch of people. Your eyes never left the wooden casket that held Kurtis, the love of your life. You hardly reacted when you were handed a folded up flag on behalf of the United States Navy. Flinching only when the twenty one gun salute was started. Tears rolled down your cheeks. All you could think about was the fact that he was gone.

Maybe some people would find it tacky to hold a wake in a bar. But the Hard Deck was the only place you could fathom having everyone gather together after saying goodbye to Kurtis. He loved it here. The two of you came almost every weekend to drink with friends and play pool together. It seemed like the only place that was even somewhat appropriate, because he would’ve loved it.

You moved around the bar as if on some sort of autopilot. There was no loud music or the thunderous sounds of voices filling the bar. Everyone spoke in hushed tones and the jukebox was either off or the volume was turned way down, you weren’t entirely sure.

As you stood there, all alone, you seemed to come back to yourself and the weight of the day fell onto your shoulders. So, you made your way towards the bar, in search of the only thing that made sense to you.

“What do you need me to do?” Penny asked softly.

You took a deep breath, “I need a shot of something, anything….just not his favorite.”

She nodded and slid a shot glass towards you. You loved Penny like a big sister or a fun aunt. She looked after you when you first moved to San Diego and was the first person to introduce you to Kurtis. Now, looking at her, made tears burn in your eyes again.

Giving a stiff nod, you slammed back the alcohol and walked away. You let out a deep breath and made your way back through the crowd of people. Each one of them gave you a sad look or apologized for your loss, as if that would make it any better.

In the corner near the pool table stood all of Kurtis’ aviator friends from Top Gun. They all looked just as lost as you felt. For a moment you wondered who was in the air with him when he died. Whose voice was the last thing he heard before he died?

Suddenly you felt like the walls were closing in on you. Ducking out of the side door, you took a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs with air. Your chest heaved as you leaned over the railing. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be your life anymore.

How were you supposed to go on now? Logistically yes, you would be okay. You had more than enough money set aside, thanks to Kurtis being smart with your finances, and the life insurance plan. You would be able to keep the house, everything would be okay when it came to things like that. But how could you sleep in that bed knowing the other side would stay empty?

“Are you okay?”

You turned around to see Bradley Bradshaw, better known by his callsign, Rooster. His hands were in his pockets as he stood just outside of the door, watching you carefully. Kurtis always liked Rooster, so much so that Rooster was the best man at your wedding.

“No.”

“I’m sorry,” He replied.

“Were you with him?” You questioned, needing to know.

He nodded slowly, which was all you needed to know. At least Rooster was in the air with him, he wasn’t alone. That made you feel better, or at least as much as anything could today. If anyone had to be in the air with him when it happened, you’re glad it was Rooster.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before moving forward and wrapping your arms around the aviator. You just needed to be held by someone. But then it dawned on you that Rooster went through this with his dad. He lost him in a similar way.

“I’m sorry if this brings back bad memories,” You whisper to him, holding onto him tightly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” He replied, voice gravelly, “Are you going to be okay?”

You nodded and stepped away, “The house is taken care of. Kurtis had plenty of money stashed away too,” you let out a little laugh, “We were saving up to start a family.”

“He told me,” Rooster admitted.

“Of course he did. He thought of you as a brother.”

“He really really loved you, for what it’s worth.”

“I love him,” You whisper back, “And it hurts like hell and I don’t know how I’m going to get through this.”

“You will,” Rooster promised, “We’ll all be here to help you, if you want us to.”

You nodded, leaning back into him for another hug. If you closed your eyes, you might think it was Kurtis hugging you, making that deep ache in your chest and belly go away for just a moment. You always felt safe with Rooster. He looked after you when Kurtis was deployed the last time.

He felt like the calm in the middle of the storm that was your life now.

“I don’t know where I’m supposed to go,” You admitted, “Nowhere feels like home.”

“My mom said the worst part was the house without my dad,” He told you softly, “You’ll get through this, I promise.”

You nodded, stepping away from Rooster and taking a deep breath. You just needed to get through today.You could figure everything else out later. Like packing up all of Kurtis’ things, or how you were supposed to keep living in the house that you planned on growing old together in.

“I need to go back in there,” You announced, looking towards the door, “It’s rude for me to hide away.”

“Take all the time you need,” Rooster replied, “Everyone will understand that you need to hide for a little while.”

The weeks turned into months. Slowly creeping by as you cried yourself to sleep in an empty bed and looked at Kurtis’ things every day. By the third month, you couldn’t stand it anymore and went out to buy boxes. Even still, you couldn’t bring yourself to pack anything away. Part of you kept waiting for him to come back home, even though you knew he never would.

You sat on the floor in the middle of your bedroom, looking at the closet. You didn’t know where to start, or if you even could start. Would he be mad at you for trying to move on? Would he hate you for trying to get on with your new life? Even if it was hurting you to do it?

A knock on your front door made you stop completely. No one came by anymore. Your house used to be like a revolving door of Aviators and other members of the Navy, but now everything was quiet. So quiet it almost hurt.

You slowly made your way to the door, not expecting to see anyone of any importance. Who would bother to come now that it was just you? Kurtis was the fun one. He was the one that had the parties and made all of the jokes. You were always quiet and fading into the background.

You were sure you looked awful. Greasy hair piled on top of your head and eyes red and swollen from crying so much. But you didn’t care, you couldn’t bring yourself to even try to look presentable. Why would you? The man you loved was dead and gone. Buried in the cold ground.

You pushed your glasses up your nose before unlocking the door and swinging it open. You were more than shocked to see Rooster standing in civilian clothes on the other side. He looked the same as the last time you saw him, three months ago.

“Hey,” He spoke carefully, “I just wanted to come check on you. We haven’t seen you in a while.”

You nodded, “Can’t bring myself to go out.”

“I understand that,” he replied, “Look, if you ever need anything, you know you can call me, right? I promised I’d take care of you.”

You nodded again, and for some reason took a step back and opened the door the rest of the way, “I’m trying to pack up some of his things….. But I don’t know where to start. I’m not even sure if I can start.”

He swallowed a thick lump in his throat. Rooster remembered how hard it was on his mom to pack up after his dad died, “Do you want me to help?”

You nod once more, “I can’t do it alone. I’m too scared of what I’m going to feel when I do.”

“Okay…show me the way.”

So, you let him into your house. All the way to the bedroom you kept trying to ignore all of the pictures of you and Kurtis on the walls. Your wedding photo hurt more than anything to look at. You were only twenty three, he was twenty five when you got married, Kurtis was still in flight school.

As you led Rooster into your bedroom, you wondered if Kurtis would be okay with him being here. They were best friends, had been since school. If anyone was supposed to be here to help you from the Squadron, you hoped Kurtis really did pick Rooster. You felt comfortable with him. Standing in the middle of your bedroom, surrounded by empty boxes, your strange grief induced friendship with Bradley Rooster Bradshaw began.

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handweavers · 1 year

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kiran this is my uhh fourth? year of promising to sew myself a livable summer wardrobe pls pray with me that it’ll be my first year of Actually doing it <3 and also, as always... what are your fave summer patterns?

omg you can do it i believe in you!! i always find that the most difficult part is getting started, once you get into the groove of it and sewing things it becomes addictive to just keep popping out garments, it always happens to me i'll go months without touching my sewing machine and then i'll sit down to sew a pair of pants or a shirt and a few days later i've sewn 5 whole new garments and i don't even know how i got there lmfao.

my summer patterns are probably different than most because i can't wear shorts or short sleeved clothing outside in the heat or my skin explodes, but i have a set of patterns that i make in lightweight linen or cotton and even though they're long pants and long sleeves they're soooo comfortable even on the hottest days. i also run hot year round so i wear these in winter too just with extra layers lol

- the fremantle pants and the cornell shirt from elbe textiles. i think i've made the fremantle pants 6 times now and while i change a few things about the construction process to suit my preference (i prefer a different method for attaching the waistband) they're literally my favourite pants ever. cornell shirt is also fantastic, i like view 1 which has a button placket that goes halfway down the shirt but not fully. i like to sew it using lightweight cotton esp fabric i've gotten from india and that combo makes it function like a short modern kurti/traditional desi shirt pattern for me and i love it

- all well cardigan coat by all well workshop. the hacking guide for this is awesome, i've made several different versions of this coat in midweight linens and cottons and they are the perfect method of protecting my arms from the sun if i want to wear a short sleeved shirt that day as well as for layering, and i always make them long with huge pockets so they're so functional and comfy

- harper tunic by elizabeth suzann studio. another shirt i've made several times to the extent that i use this pattern as a base whenever i want to make a new shirt. i made the hem straight instead of asymmetrical and i removed the pocket, and shortened the length of the tunic and it makes an awesome basic woven tee pattern for me. i can whip out a hacked shirt in this pattern in like 4 hours, highly recommend

- cap sleeve shirt from the assembly line. this is a new-to-me pattern that i'm currently using for the first time to make a shirt, and its great. similar basic silhouette as the harper tunic but it has a button placket and standing straight collar so i like having that built into the pattern.

- morocco pants from the fabrics store. awesome simple pants that are very comfy, but they work extremely well when cut into shorts. i can't wear shorts outside during the day but i still like to wear them at home/inside in the summer esp for sleeping, and i always use my hacked version of this pattern for that. so simple, so perfect.

#i dont mind paying for patterns because i know if i like it ill end up making it 6+ times #and whatever i dont agree with i can change myself w/o issue so ejrhejrkwke #also all these patterns go up to at least a US size 22 btw

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hezzabeth · 5 months

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Part 3

Summer 3056,

The deep rainforests of Valles Marineris: Mars

In the real world, adventures are offered, littered with thousands of dull little moments.

The stretches of time where nothing much happens. Hours of exhaustion. Weeks of frustration. Moments of failure. Thankfully, this is a story. In a story, we can skip ahead to the good parts.

A sticky foul summer night. Heat from the equator of Mars crept upwards in damp waves. The trees, covered in dew, blocked most of the light from the two moons. Branches were weighed down heavily with strange mutant fruits and flowers. The rainforest of Valles Marineris was a deep and secret place. In the distant past, terraforming scientists from Earth had planted the trees. They were trying to tinker with the planet's atmosphere, and they were only eighty percent successful. Valles Marineris was now thirty thousand kilometers of suffocating and bewildering rainforest. Urban legends whispered it was full of mythical tigers and snakes. This was despite the fact nobody had seen any tigers or snakes in almost five hundred years. The only people who lived in the rainforest were the Jaṅgala upajāti. As far as Revati knew, they had been living in the canyon for over eight hundred years. The only people who visited the canyon were hikers and nature tourists. Even the appliances had avoided trying to invade the place. Which was why the glowing light Revati could see from above was so strange.

Time had passed. Revati was aware of this when she occasionally saw herself in the mirror. Her face was thinner now. Her once long wavy hair was now half shorn off from an accident involving a killer baby doll .Pimples had vanished from her forehead. The scar across her left cheek from when she hit her face on the concrete wall in the medieval Faire was thick and white.

"How many hair dryers can you sense?" Revati asked the woman standing next to her. Despite the oppressive humidity that was causing Revati’s hair to spring up in curls, the woman was covered in a massive cloak. It was a cloak designed to hide the fact that the woman wasn’t a woman at all.

"Three," the android replied, her voice slightly muffled from her mesh mask. During their first month traveling together, they realized that hiding the android's true nature was probably for the best. That was after Revati got stabbed in the leg by raiders, and the android almost lost one of her hands.

"Four! For an operation this big? Normally there would at least be sixty," Revati hissed back.

"I don't know what to tell you! There are only four signals coming from that base! Now hurry up before the DNA trail turns cold," hissed the Android.

The Android. It had been four years of searching, four years of near misses, and the Android still insisted on being nameless. Technically, the mind inhabiting the droid was called Princess Sakshi Menel.

Revati carefully descended further down the valley walls heading towards the light. The android was shuffling above her like an alien spider, its limbs peeking out of the cloak. Names; it had once told her were for the living.

With a small hop, Revati landed on the ground a hundred or so meters away from the light. The practical military-grade boots took most of the shock. Even Revati’s clothes had changed. Gone were the mishmash outfits made from all park costumes.

Now she wore abandoned outfits stolen from the long-ago dead. A frayed deep red kurti, with a scarf as a makeshift belt worn over baggy utility pants. The pockets were bulging with healing patches, bits of string, tape, and half-eaten food.

OKThe only jewelry Revati wore was the precious necklace and the bangle. The bangle that now read 800 credits. Strapped to Revati’s back was her weapon. The android landed with an elegant swish before standing up, the cloak settling around her shoulders.

They both nodded to each other. It was a well-known wordless nod that belonged to those who were forced to constantly work together. Revati pulled her weapon off her back. It was a long mace with a solar flare orb castled to the end. It had cost two thousand credits.

The light was coming from a brand new building. A brand glossy red building made from mowed-down native trees. If Bridgadeiro had been there, he would have burst into tears, Revati thought. Bridgadeiro was always a soft touch when it came to dead trees. The light was spilling from the front of the building. A hair dryer was standing guard, a small slim purple metallic hair dryer floating a foot and a half off the ground.

"Oh please! Can’t you just leave us alone? We let the children go! You killed my parents!" The hair dryer screamed as Revati approached, holding the weapon.

"Let the children go? Wait, are you telling me this is an illegal power camp? In the jungle?" Revati hissed as she got closer to the hair dryer. Up close, it looked almost pathetic.

"It’s not like the children were real people! They’re not appliances," squeaked the hair dryer and then it made a beeping sound.

"Wait! You’re not the bringer of annihilation," the hair dryer squeaked, sounding relieved.

"The bringer of what?" Revati had to ask.

"She who stalks the currents! Who tears us apart with a mere glance!" Cried the hair dryer with a quiver.

"Oh her; no, that’s not me… that’s my sister," Revati replied before stunning the hair dryer with her weapon. The weapon squeaked and crumpled with a small sigh.

"Three more to go," the android remarked as Revati stepped over the hair dryer. Illegal power camps had become quite common all over the planet. Usually, they were set up in rural neutral areas where appliances normally didn’t have access to power. Revati found herself walking around a rather sophisticated one. Exercise bikes and walking machines had been installed next to large floating screens.

Medical equipment, including intravenous water devices, had been placed next to each of the machines. There were piles of black crystal sand lying all over the place. A little girl, no older than five or six, was sitting next to one of the piles, building a castle with it.

"Don't touch that! That sand is incredibly dangerous," Revati snapped, and the little girl burst into tears.

"Oh, don't cry; I'm not an evil monster! I'm just trying to stop you from getting your hand blown off," snapped Revati, and the little girl sniffed, wiping her tears.

"I can't understand you," the little girl said in fluent Bengali. Of course, she couldn't. The Jaṅgala upajāti only ever interacted with outsiders when tourists came to visit their one main town. Most Jaṅgala upajāti never installed universal translators, used teleporters, or communication bracelets.

"Please forgive my companion; she doesn't mean to be frightening; she's just terrible with small children," the Android said in Bengali.

"Hey... alright fine, but to be fair the only children I interacted with used to chew the walls and pee on lampposts," Revati pointed out. In fact, until Revati left Olde Landon, she assumed all small children behaved that way. She was sure it was her mother who must have taught her how to be a civilized human being.

"Are you with the glowing goddess? You look like her," The little girl asked, wiping her nose.

Glowing Goddess. Everyone who encountered Dityaa seemed incapable of describing her like a normal person.

"Did the glowing goddess help you, little one?" The android asked.

"Yes, we were all very tired... she flew in and turned all the machines into sand, then flew away," the little girl remarked. Revati's eyes trailed towards the girl's feet. They were bruised and swollen with bloody toenails.

"And what happened to everyone else?" The android asked, gesturing around the room.

"My friends ran away, my brother went to get help for my sore feet," the little girl shrugged.

Revati immediately reached into her pockets, pulling out two medibandages. "You're going to waste those on her? They were expensive," the Android remarked, now speaking Hindi.

"Her feet are messed up! For someone who's excellent at pretending to be polite, you have zero compassion," Revati pointed out as she slapped the bandages on the girl's feet.

There was a rustling sound from behind one of the larger screens. "Ēkhānē thākuna," Revati said, exhausting the little Bengali she knew. Her cerebrolingua universal translator was excellent but it technically didn’t teach her new languages. It just helped others with the installed software understand her.

Powering up her mace again, Revati slowly walked towards the screen, peering behind it. Another hair dryer was lying on the ground, hot hair billowing out of its mouth. It twitched feebly, small sparks erupting from its base.

"I suppose you're here to finish me off," growled the hair dryer, sounding like a cranky old man screaming at the clouds.

"That depends; what can you tell me about the goddess?" Revati asked, leaning down.

"The goddess? Don't you mean the Amped predator? The electric assassin?" The hair dryer asked, its voice wheezy and soft.

"Yes, her; you're dying, but if you tell me exactly what happened, I might be kind enough to switch you off and dump you near a major city's repair station," Revati lied.

"The predator did what she always does, she flew in and destroyed! She flew away, I was left to tell the story," The hair dryer said.

"How long ago?" Revati asked, and the hair dryer wheezed a gust of cold air.

"Four hours ago," he groaned, and then suddenly the electric lights in his base died.

Four hours. Damn. If it had been less than an hour, they might have stood a chance at catching her.

"Well," the Android asked.

"She's long gone," Revati admitted as she carried over the dead hair dryer. Revati pulled a small screwdriver out of one of her pants pockets and opened the side panel.

"Then we will return to camp and wait for the her DNA signal again," the android said as the little girl stood up, jumping up and down.

"Really? Last time you made me wait, it took weeks! She seems fine; she's running around the planet acting like some sort of superhero," Revati pointed out.

The little girl pointed one of her healed toes and then giggling with delight ran out of the building into the jungle.

"You swore an oath," the android said, its eyes changing from green to a deep red.

"I swore I would help you find Dityaa when we thought she was kidnapped! That was three years ago," Revati snapped back as she scrabbled at the hair dryer's insides.

"Perdita has not been given her true destiny yet! She is more than a floating gun," the android pointed out as Revati successfully pulled out a small bright orange piece of plastic.

"Here, a new rust-eating cartridge! Happy Apple day," Revati said, throwing the cartridge at the android's feet.

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your-talos-is-problematic · 9 months

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Thank you @throughtrialbyfire for the tag :)

5 Random Things I Enjoy:

Dungeons and Dragons: I’ve been playing for about two years, and while I don’t get to do it often, it’s super fun when I do. I really enjoy DMing and I’ve introduced my family to it :). It’s not DnD, but one of my friends is inventing a TTRPG and planning to create a group for it and I’m extremely excited.

Musical Theater: Yep, theater kid alert. I’ve done it basically every year since elementary school. I do it with a company that’s pretty high quality for non-professional theater. Going to be in Anastasia soon!

YouTube: Generally commentary or video essay type things. Basically any topic- mostly about politics or media. Big fan of the Kurtis/Danny/Drew trilogy, but also people like José, Big Joel, and Strange Aeons.

Stuffed Animals: I am a big collector of stuffed animals- my bed is like 50% them and 50% me. Had a massive Webkinz phase a while ago, but current obsession is Warmies because they’re really good for back pain and period cramps.

Nashville (the show, not the city): This is my least popular interest that borders on special interest. It’s on Hulu (if you want to watch it so I have a Tumblr mutual to talk about it with 🥺), and it’s a soap opera. About country music. It gets pretty off-the-rails and it’s great. I’m almost done with the show at this point, sadly.

@trickstarbrave @full-pockets @theoneofwhomisblue :)

#not tes

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chxrrylime · 2 years

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18+, cis male reader, kurtie boy

hmmm, maybe some bondage and kidnapping... being tossed into the trunk of the car, brought to some eerie wasteland where the reader tries to escape his demise by 'giving himself over' to kurt. anything but death kinda scenario? much kinky, could be dark... up to you where you go with this ;)

↪ 1564 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for heavy cnc roleplay/dub-c0n, kidnapping, threat of murder, gunplay, crying, mild drugging, bondage, and breath play.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader / cis male dominant Kurt / blowjobs, handjobs.

You come to with arms wrapping around your middle, pulling you with a grunt until your legs fall limply to the ground below.

The man grabbing you almost topples over with the sudden shift in weight. You're still a little dizzy, unable to make out the words he’s saying with how your ears ring.

You were just trying to get home after a long day of work. Despite your tiredness, you’d been thankful for the eccentricity of your Spree driver, Kurt—something to mix up the monotony of a 9 to 5 dead-end job. There must’ve been something in the water he offered you.

You’re so fucked.

You manage to blink open your eyes while your body is slowly dragged through hot dirt and sand. The sun is at a decent height in the sky, forcing you to squint at its brightness as it begins its descent towards the horizon.

Your arms are tied in front of you, but your legs have been left free. A burst of adrenaline rushes through you at the realization and you begin to kick and wiggle in Kurt’s grasp, trying to dig your shoes into the ground and failing.

“Jesus—! Stop! S-seriously, cut it out!” Kurt urges from behind you, tightening his grip around your chest in an attempt to still you.

You give one last kick before giving up, panting in the overbearing heat of wherever he’s brought you.

It’s not worth screaming. There’s nothing around.

He finally lets go of you, letting you fall to the ground with an oomph. You roll onto your side to watch him, halfway to his car when he turns to shout back at you, “don’t move, okay?!”

You could get up and run. You can see the handgun poking out of his back pocket.

You’re so exhausted and scared, emotions billowing over until you're quietly weeping, whole body shaking as you stare at the ground.

He comes back with a small tripod that he sets down in the sand, quickly mounting his phone onto it.

Of course he’s going to broadcast whatever he’s about to do. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had a hotspot set up in his fancy little Prius, what with all the cameras mounted to the inside.

“Alright, there we go, guys! Perfect framing, nice lighting… so far so good!” He monologues, stepping back from the setup as he brushes his hands clean before setting them on his hips.

He finally turns and moves behind you, pulling you up with quite the struggle until you’re kneeling.

He leans over your shoulder, uselessly wiping away tears from your cheeks with a perplexed expression, “why’re you crying?” He scoffs with a small smile, “we’re gonna be famous!”

“Please,” you rasp, “please don’t,” you’re not sure what you’re begging him not to do, but you hear him chuckle behind you all the same.

It’s not a dark laugh—not sinister in any way. It’s light and playful, like this is all just fun for him.

“That’s good! You’re really good at this. People are going to love you,” you hear the rustle of fabric and the click of metal, his tone almost genuinely saddened when he next speaks, “such a shame…”

You freeze as the cold barrel of the gun presses to your temple.

“Wait! Wait wait wait!” You shout, trying to shift away from the pistol, “I’ll do anything, please, please,” you cry, body racking with sobs.

He looks up at the phone camera, one hand in your hair to hold you still while the other grips the gun, his finger fidgeting dangerously over the trigger. He puckers his lips out as if he really has to think on it, rolling his head from side to side before shrugging.

“Yeah, okay,” he decides rather easily, sliding the gun back into his pocket, not even putting it on safety despite being cocked and loaded. This guy really does not know anything about gun safety, huh?

Despite it, relief floods you at the imminent danger being sheathed for the moment. It’s short-lived at the sound of a belt buckle clinking and a zipper being undone.

You tense as he crouches and grabs you by the waist, twisting your body to the side before stepping in front of you, “gotta have a good view for everyone watching, right?” He smiles, though you're more focused on the hand he has leisurely groping himself beneath his boxers.

You swallow thickly, your mouth suddenly dry, and not just from the terrible desert air.

He pushes his briefs down just enough for his already hard cock to spring free. The head is dribbling precum, slicking the way for his hand to slide up and down his flushed shaft. His foreskin bunches up and stretches over the red sticky head as he strokes himself.

The sight makes you flush from more than just embarrassment, your cock giving a reluctant little twitch in your jeans.

Your mouth involuntarily falls open as he shuffles forward, tongue lolling out as he feeds his cock into your mouth with a low groan.

“Wow, you’re so easy,” he says with a chuckle, keening as he shoves in further and you’re forced to swallow around him, gagging a little at the intrusion, “and tight…haah—shit,” he bites his lip, throwing his head back as you suck him down.

You desperately attempt to relax your throat, choking around his cock as he guides you up and down the length of it—a little below average, but still enough to bump the soft palate of your throat.

“Didn’t think…mm, y-you’d be so eager,” he breathes out, looking down as you peer back up at him through half-lidded eyes, tears streaming down your face, lips stretched obscenely wide around his girth.

You didn’t either, some weird and twisted survival instinct maybe having kicked in. Less traumatizing if you try to enjoy it, right? You usually liked sucking cock anyways, just generally not under these circumstances.

“Th-thought maybe I’d just kill you after this, anyways,” he murmurs lowly, pulling you down onto his dick until your nose presses against the bush of his pubic hair. You whine and gag in response, struggling to pull away as your airway is cut off, “but you’re so fu—so good at this…”

You grab at his wrist, digging your nails in and clawing at his skin. He gasps at the pain, his hips giving an aborted little thrust before he’s coming with a drawn-out moan, head thrown back as he empties his load down your throat.

You struggle to swallow it down, ropes of cum and saliva leaking from the corner of your mouth as he finally pulls himself free, giving his cock a couple of last strokes and decorating your cheek and nose with the last bit of his spend.

Your jaw hangs slack, but you still wheeze through your nose, throat feeling thick and sticky. He cups your jaw tight. You wince as he leans down to lick his cum from your face before capturing your lips in a messy but forceful kiss.

He slowly lowers until he’s kneeling in front of you, careful to keep your lips connected. You feel him smile against your mouth as you brokenly moan, his hand groping clumsily at your erection. He fumbles with your pants, moving his head to lick and suck at your neck as he pulls your cock free.

Pleasure mixes with pain, your eyes pricking with tears from the semi-dry tug of his hand up and down your shaft. Your bound hands come up to grip at his shirt, scratching at his skin.

He seems to notice your discomfort, or maybe he doesn’t care, but he pulls back enough to let a glob of spit slip from between his lips, landing hot and wet on your cock to slick the way.

You moan loudly at the feeling, all of your earlier anxiety and terror culminating deep in your stomach, slowly turning into a manic type of pleasure as your hips begin to buck up into his fist.

He pulls his hand away suddenly, and you feel the cool metal of the gun press against the side of your head.

“Come.”

The fear that runs through you twists, adrenaline running through your blood and going straight to your cock. It kicks heavy, your jaw falling slack with a high keen as you come. Your whole body spasms, vision going white as you clench your eyes shut. The twist ties dig into your wrists as you tug against them, your hips bucking up in a search for friction to ride through it. It’s almost painful.

You essentially blackout, floating in your mind. You’re not sure how long you’re like that, but when you come back to yourself Kurt is still kneeling in front of you. Your hands are untied, and he gently runs his fingers over the red, irritated skin of your wrists. You glance over, noticing the tripod is gone, and let out a shaky sigh.

“Okay?” He murmurs, a small smile on his face, big eyes endearing.

You give a nod of your head, letting it fall against his shoulder. The sun has started to disappear below the horizon, the air of the desert becoming cold, the breeze brushing along your heated skin. The sand is starting to cool beneath you, offering respite to your heat burnt knees.

“Thank you,” you rasp.

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mosshugs · 7 months

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i was tagged by @bigenderweed!! Thank you I love being tagged in these things.

last song: The Shower Scene - Ice Nine Kills! I've been slowly working my way through their discography.

favorite color: Well I'm sure this will be a huge surprise but. Green. Browns and other earth tones are also very high up there though, and pink!

currently watching: Working my way through Kurtis Conner's videos on youtube and also a lot of Kill Counts, as always.

last movie/tv show: Me and @skyteglad are watching ancient episodes of Project Runway right now to kill time lol

sweet/savory/spicy: SAVORY...I fucking love Salty food so so so much. And meat.

relationship status: Married to my husband and dating our beloved @sarith-kzekarit !! Who is also married to our dear friend. We're a closed....what shape would that even be. A triangle with a line coming off of it? Maybe a square.

current obsessions: Several. DND, Selfshipping, Child's Play, Baldur's Gate... Horror overall is the permanent all time special interest.

I'm supposed to tag 9 people I'd like to get to know better, so how about @twyz, @rainbowdelicsunshine, @minty-muse, @enter-the-phantom, @pocket-stars, @peri, @valencrime, @littleyellowdeer, and @halodwolf ! :D

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peachtea-bby · 12 days

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Just Exist

*this is a short story I wrote as a fic, but changed the names so I could submit it as an assignment hehe*

Based on the Sabrina Carpenter song, 'skinny dipping'.

fic link - just exist by softspiderman

AJ knew it might be a bad idea coming to this coffee shop, but he missed their iced Americanos too much.

He tries not to use his time noticing all the little changes the place has made since he was last here and uses it scribbling every little thought onto his notebook. He promised Teddy that he would have something to share when they, plus Aaron, meet up later this afternoon. Procrastination might have sunk their claws into him late into the night.

He picks up his cold, plastic cup and takes a long sip of his bitter drink as he stares lasers onto the half filled page of nonsense. Man, Teddy was going to be so pissed that he forgot.

“Oat Milk Latte for Kurtis!”

AJ feels his throat close up and he chokes as he scrambles to not drop his cup. He coughs, trying to cover it up with his hand over his mouth, and whips his head up to look around the semi-crowded room. One, to see if anyone was looking at him basically dying. Two, to see if the name that was just called was the one he thought he heard.

Now, Kurtis isn’t an uncommon name. AJ knows about three people personally named ‘Kurtis.’ But something about it being said here, in this coffee shop, alongside the order of a plain oat milk latte, made the hairs on the back of AJ’s neck stick up in some sort of anticipation.

As AJ shifts his eyes around the room, they immediately get caught in a familiar pool of warm carmel. He freezes up, unable to look away. Unable to run away as the figure gracefully takes steps in AJ’s direction.

“AJ.”

It almost takes AJ’s breath away.

“Hi, Kurtis,” he manages to barely choke out.

“What are you doing here?”

Feeling slightly defensive, AJ sits up a tad straighter and looks Kurtis right in the eyes as he asks, “I can’t come to a coffee shop now?”

Kurtis rolls his eyes, “That’s not what I meant and you know that.” AJ did know that. “I mean, when did you start coming here, specifically, again?”

AJ shrugs and picks up his cup to take a sip of his coffee. He isn’t sure what to say. He’s not too sure what Kurtis wants to hear, either.

“Well, how… have you been?” Kurtis was never the best at small talk.

“Good,” AJ answers with a shrug. It was a bold-faced lie that everyone believed unless your name was Kurtis Langley and could read AJ Harmon like your favorite book. “How about you?”

“Good.” Too bad AJ was just as good at reading Kurtis. “How’s your family? How’s your brother?”

“Justin continues to be Justin.”

Kurtis hums like he already knew AJ’s answer and they fall into a moment of awkward silence. He then reaches into his pants pocket to pull out his phone, where he then reads something from it with a sigh. Putting it back, he looks over AJ with thought. It seems like he is debating whether or not he wants to share his thoughts or comments.

“We should do this on purpose next time.”

AJ raises an eyebrow to cover up the fact that he just got the shock of his life. “Meet up?”

Kurtis shrugs and says, “Why not?” like seeing AJ again isn’t suffocating him. “Maybe it’ll be nice to catch up. Do you… need my number?”

The question makes AJ’s ears redden slightly. He can’t help but be a little embarrassed to admit, “I… I still have it saved.”

“Good, I’ll just text you when I’m free.”

“You still have my number?” AJ slips out.

“Of course I do,” Kurtis answers like it’s nothing. “So, I’ll send you my schedule and we’ll see when we’re both free?”

AJ is still not over the reeling of a lot of sudden emotions that he’s not sure if he’s capable of confronting yet that he forgets Kurtis just asked him a question. It’s when Kurtis starts to look unsure (his face shifts the slightest bit, not enough for the human eye to be able to catch, yet AJ sees it like looking in the mirror) that AJ actually gives him an answer.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, for sure,” AJ stutters. “I’ll… keep an eye out for your message.”

Kurtis smiles like a ray of moonlight reflecting off water. “See you later, then.” AJ thinks he might drown.

“See you later, Kurtis.”

AJ knows he’s not subtle as he watches Kurtis leave. Mouth wide open, eyes even wider, he watches Kurtis walk out the front doors and subsequently right back into his life.

✸

AJ, more than anyone in the world, knew he was stubborn. There was no one else he knew that was hard-headed as him. That was until he met Kurtis Langley. That mischievous little shit could really give him a run for his money.

In the beginning, under the haze of the honeymoon phase, AJ was ecstatic to have someone that understood him so well. At the same time, it terrified him that Kurtis could tell what he was thinking before AJ knew of it himself. It was moments when his fear would overtake him that he usually said something he regretted.

There is one memory that AJ tries his hardest to forget as it makes him both cringe at the words he said that he never once meant and wallow in heartbreak that Kurtis never chased after him. Not like he deserved it, he supposes.

It was almost sundown when AJ found himself storming through the door that led to Kurtis’s garage. His face felt tense and hot as he stomped his feet past the work table that belonged to Kurtis’s dad. Before he could make it out of the garage, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back. He stumbles a bit before turning to see an equally red-faced Kurtis.

“What the hell is your problem?” Kurtis hissed in a tone AJ has never heard him use. He doesn’t think about it, though, as he feels his back slightly hunch like an angry cat.

“My problem?” AJ hisses right back as he shoves his pointer finger into his own chest. “My problem? Are you serious right now?”

Kurtis looks taken aback for only half of a second before narrowing his sharp eyes. “Yes, AJ. Your problem. What is it?”

AJ lets out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head and rolling his eyes with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t want to give Kurtis the satisfaction of seeing the sheen of approaching angry tears, so he turns to keep walking away. Kurtis only lets him take one step before grabbing his shoulder and turning him right back around.

“Are you running away?” Kurtis asks, his voice still sounding knife-like.

“No,” AJ grinds out, only thinking about ways to run away. “I’m just trying to cool down first.” He felt slightly proud of himself for that one. Until equally-as-stubborn Kurtis Langley lets out a scoff. “What?”

“You’re running away.”

AJ bristles as a familiar wave of defiance crashes into him. “I’m not running away.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are, AJ.”

“Nope.”

“You are–”

“Why do you even care?”

The silence that followed could live in AJ forever. Kurtis doesn’t look so smug anymore. Instead, his face falls dramatically and he’s staring at AJ like he just stabbed him.

“What did you just say?”

“I said–”

“Of course I fucking care, AJ,” Kurtis’s voice still feels hard, but it has fallen into a whisper. It sounded more of disbelief than pointed. “You’re walking away from me right now and you’re asking why I care?”

AJ shrugs as he says, “You didn’t seem to care about me all day today. Why would me walking away be any different?” Honestly, the fight left his body as soon as he saw it leave Kurtis’s, but he has a problem with always getting the last word in.

“Maybe because, I don’t know, you’re my fucking boyfriend?” Kurtis shrugs as his tone turns facetious.

“Again, with the way you ignored me all day today, how am I supposed to know that?”

“I have not been ignoring you, AJ.”

“Are you ashamed of me, Kurtis?” AJ’s question has Kurtis freeze up completely. “Is that what this is? Because if so, you could have just told me and I would have stayed home.”

“Honey… Why would I be ashamed of you?” Kurtis now sounds dejected, like he truly can’t believe AJ would ask that.

“Because I’m… me,” AJ shrugs. “I don’t know, but you seemed to want to talk to everyone but me.” Kurtis opens his mouth, but AJ keeps talking before he gets the chance. “I mean it’s fine, or whatever, but I would like it if you just told me you didn’t like me.”

He knows he’s being dramatic. There’s just this little bug in his brain telling him that he needs to make Kurtis feel the way he feels right now, even if he knows it’s not right.

“AJ, you’re being ridiculous,” Kurtis says, a little breathless. For some reason, that raises his hackles.

“Ridiculous?” AJ’s voice begins to raise. “Oh, now I’m ridiculous? I’m trying to tell you how I feel and you’re calling me ridiculous?”

Kurtis rolls his eyes and seems to feed off the raised tension. He stands up a little straighter and rolls his shoulders back as he meets AJ’s eyes that seem to have a fire lit in them.

“Yes, AJ,” Kurtis begins. “You’re being completely ridiculous right now. You’re telling me that I don’t care about you, but what have you done to show me that you care, huh?” AJ is taken aback, but hopes he looks stern enough for Kurtis not to notice. “All day, you sat in your little corner and wallowed over something we could fix if you just talked to me! But no! You want this to blow up and that is ridiculous, AJ!” Kurtis points harshly at AJ as he finishes with, “You are ridiculous!”

The moments pass by in a way that it feels like it’s been hours. AJ tries to hold Kurtis’s intense eye contact, but finds it too scalding and looks at the work table instead. The only sounds around them are the muffled laughing of their friends inside and Kurtis’s labored breaths.

“I…” What does one say after that? “I should go…”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Kurtis look down to his feet, giving AJ the chance to face him head one once more. All the fight and defiance Kurtis displayed just seconds ago seemed to have washed away completely.

“...Running away again?” Kurtis all but whispers.

AJ doesn’t even have the energy anymore to feel offended. “Yes, Kurtis. I think we both need it.” He doesn’t wait for any more of Kurtis’s comments and turns around to walk away. It’s when AJ crosses the threshold of the garage that he lets a tear slip down his cheek.

Kurtis didn’t even try to come after him.

✸

kurtis (DON’T REPLY WHATSOEVER)

hey, AJ! it was nice seeing

you today! here’s when i’m free

if any of this works for you!

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AJ (me)

heyyy, kurtis! i enjoyed seeing you

today, too!

it looks like we both have a saturday

night free, would that be okay?

kurtis (DON’T REPLY WHATSOEVER)

saturday is perfect.

sandy’s okay?

AJ (me)

wouldn’t that be too nostalgic?

kurtis (DON’T REPLY WHATSOEVER)

maybe.

let’s do it anyway. we won’t sit at our

same old table, i promise.

no talking about the past, either.

completely bureaucratic.

that okay?

AJ (me)

i guess i’ll see you at sandy’s

✸

For a moment, AJ feels like he’s going on a date.

He immediately shakes the thought out of his head as he stands in front of Sandy’s, a little Mom and Pop joint that he and Kurtis used to frequent on “lazy date nights” when neither of them felt like cooking.

Taking a deep breath, AJ slowly walks through the front doors and is immediately met with a mouthwatering smell. He takes another deep breath to soak it all in as his eyes scan the room. It takes an embarrassingly short time for him to find Kurtis, who is already here and talking to someone at the table he chose. It’s when AJ gets closer that Kurtis sees him and he recognizes who Kurtis is talking to. She seems to recognize him, as well.

With a bright smile, she throws up her arms for a hug and all but squeals, “There he is! I was just asking Kurtis when you were getting here! Come here!”

AJ lets himself relax completely as he steps in the older woman’s arms. She tugs him down due to his taller height and squeezes the life out of him. “It’s good to see you, too, Mrs. Johnson.”

Pulling away just enough to smack his shoulder, the older woman teasingly scolds him, “How many times do I have to tell you boys to just call me Sandy? Mrs. Johnson makes me feel old.”

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that,” Kurtis teases, calling their attention to him. He looks even better than AJ remembers. His eyes are sparkling under the fairy lights around the restaurant and his smirk is just as endearing as the homey feeling of it.

Sandy Johnson pulls completely away from AJ, only to lightly hit the back of Kurtis’s head with a scoff, causing both young men to laugh. She looks back at AJ and gestures to the empty chair in front of Kurtis, “Well, hurry and take a seat, Dear. I’ll get started on your food!”

As AJ takes his seat, his eyebrows scrunch and he turns his head to Sandy, asking, “You remember our order?”

“Of course I do,” Sandy scoffs as if offended he would even ask such a thing. “I always remember my favorite customers.”

“Is it because we always tip you well?” Kurtis asks.

Sandy’s smirk looks a lot less mischievous than Kurtis’s (AJ is sure no one is as full of mischief as Kurtis), but she doesn’t answer him and instead walks back into the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone for the first time tonight.

AJ feels nervous all over again. He’s sure Kurtis can tell, but AJ can also tell that he isn't all that relaxed as he acts either.

“So,” AJ decides to speak up, “how was the rest of your week?”

“Good,” Kurtis replies. For a moment, AJ thought he was just going to leave it there, until Kurtis asked, “You still write music with Teddy and Aaron?”

AJ can’t help but perk up in his seat as a warm feeling invades his chest. “Yeah! I actually met with them after we bumped into each other.”

“That’s good,” Kurtis comments. His smile is softer than his previous smirk and it makes AJ remember the times he would spend hours just looking at Kurtis’s face as he did something mundane like watching TV or cooking for the two of them. “I like when you do things you love.”

Trying to ignore the heat of his blushing ears and giggle that felt like it punched its way out of him, AJ fiddles with his fingers that rest on his lap. No other person has made him this flustered in such a short amount of time.

“Speaking of things you love,” AJ starts, feeling his face start to burn some more as Kurtis giggles at his small voice crack, “are you still dancing?”

“Of course,” Kurtis replies. “I actually was just asked to become a teacher for some of the kids.”

AJ feels his eyes widen and says, “Oh, my gosh! Kurtis! That’s amazing!”

Kurtis, of course, shrugs like it isn’t something he’s been wanting to do forever. It’s a good segue into catching up some more and AJ isn't sure how long they talk for. Even as Sandy brings out their food and drinks with a knowing grin, they pay no mind to the world around them as they laugh and talk.

After a while, Kurtis takes a glance around the room and raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, we’re the last people here.”

“Huh?” AJ startles and looks around the room to find that Kurtis is right. They’re the only people left in the restaurant. “Oh, geez, what time is it?”

Kurtis flicks his wrist to check his watch and says in a shocked tone, “Almost eight.” He looks at AJ then. “We should probably head out.”

AJ nods and the both of them stand up to walk to the counter to pay. Sandy is the one behind the register and is looking at them with that same knowing smile. He sees Kurtis pull his wallet out and quickly goes to grab his own out of his pocket, but both are stopped when Sandy speaks up.

“Now, I hope you boys don’t think you’re paying,” she teases.

“Of course we are,” Kurtis says, eyebrows furrowed.

“Maybe next time you two can argue over the bill,” Sandy says. “But tonight is a special night, so it’s on me.” AJ’s eyes widen and when he glances at Kurtis, who turns his head to look at him, he finds Kurtis’s eyes are just as wide. “See you later, now!”

“But–”

“Bye!”

AJ lets out a laugh of disbelief as Sandy basically pushes them out of her restaurant. He turns to look at Kurtis, who shakes his head and mumbles about old women. Under the moonlight, Kurtis seems to glow and AJ can’t look away. Kurtis meets his eyes and smiles. It almost makes AJ choke, but instead he decides to ask something before he regrets not doing so.

“You wanna take a walk with me?”

If Kurtis is surprised by the sudden question, he’s really good at not showing it. Instead, his smile widens and nods before gesturing to AJ to lead the way. They walk in silence to the park across the street from Sandy’s and a little down the sidewalk. It didn’t feel awkward. It felt like AJ had just taken a breath of fresh air for the first time in months.

“Can I be honest with you?”

AJ almost doesn’t hear Kurtis ask that, but tries not to look startled as he nods for Kurtis to continue talking.

“Ever since we broke things off, I’ve done nothing but think,” Kurtis says. His eyes are locked on the ground in front of him and his voice is slightly shaky. He’s never been good at being vulnerable and being the one to speak up warms AJ’s heart significantly. “About us. About… everything, really.”

“I keep thinking about us, too,” AJ whispers. Kurtis’s head snaps up so their eyes interlock. “There was never a moment I didn’t.”

“I just… feel so… stupid,” Kurtis reveals.

“Why?”

“Because I let my terrible habit of being emotionally unavailable get in the way of the one thing that mattered to me.”

“I wasn’t all sunshine and daisy’s either, Kurtis,” AJ says, trying not to think too much into what Kurtis is saying. “There were two of us and we both made mistakes.”

“I was wondering something when we bumped into each other that day at the cafe,” Kurtis suddenly says.

“What is that, then?”

Kurtis slows his steps to make sure he can look right into AJ’s eyes as he says, “Were those mistakes too big for us to fix now?”

It’s AJ that stops them in their tracks. He’s filled with emotions, too many to name. Kurtis looks the most vulnerable he has ever been and AJ thinks it’s the best he’s ever looked. His eyes are sparkling and they are only looking at AJ. AJ’s choice had never been so easy.

“No… they were never too big, Kurtis,” AJ replies. “I was thinking something, too, you know.”

The corner of Kurtis’s lips quirks up like he’s trying to hide a smile, “And what is that?”

AJ lets a big smile overtake his face as he answers, “You were always gonna be my choice.” Kurtis smiles just as big. “We were scared little kids before and… I don’t feel afraid anymore. Now that I have you again, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go.”

Kurtis raises an amused brow and teases, “You have me?”

“Um,” AJ stutters as all he had said caught up to him. He felt a prick of embarrassment assuming Kurtis would want to jump back into a relationship with him right away. “I…”

Kurtis laughs and AJ swears his heart just stops. “AJ. Honey.” His laugh dies down, but his fond expression is more prominent than ever. “My Honey.” AJ’s breath catches in his throat. “You’ve always had me, I’m afraid.”

“How embarrassing,” AJ lets himself tease as he stubbornly ignores the butterflies in his tummy. “The whole… feelings talk.” Kurtis giggles as Jisung scrunches his nose.

“Smarter people would say this is a good thing,” Kurtis says.

AJ hums and says, “I’d say we’re about halfway to being smarter people, then.”

Kurtis laughs again and they fall into silence. It’s that peaceful kind of silence again, but this time it feels powerful. If they were left in this when they were together before, AJ would have run away with his tail between his legs. Now, he’s not sure why he ran away in the first place. All he’s ever wanted is standing right in front of him.

AJ would be damned to let that go.

“Can I walk you home?” Kurtis suddenly asks. AJ just nods and the two resume their walk, this time with the destination of AJ’s apartment. They keep the comfortable silence going, just enjoying each other in this moment.

AJ looks at the few trees lining the sidewalk as he thinks. Thinks about the past. Thinks about right now. As he is thinking, he feels the heat of Kurtis’s fingers grazing against his own. He can’t help but whip his head to look at Kurtis’s face, who is making a point to look in front of him. AJ smiles and takes the invitation, carefully lacing their fingers together. Kurtis’s lips quirk up, but doesn’t try to stop the smile from spreading this time.

It’s about ten more minutes of walking until they make it to AJ’s apartment. Stopping in front of his door, they turn to fully face each other.

“So…” AJ drawls.

“So…” Kurtis imitates, causing both of them to fall into giggles.

“I guess this is where our night ends,” AJ says as he tries not to sound too dejected.

“Do you want to get coffee with me tomorrow morning?”

AJ feels his eyes widen as he just blurts out, “Yes.” He didn’t even think about it, not that he would’ve said no anyways.

Kurtis huffs out a small laugh. He takes a moment to simply… look at AJ. His eyes might be AJ’s favorite part about him because they were never good at hiding anything. They also twinkled in this ever-mischievous way that AJ couldn’t help but fall for. Kurtis told him once that his favorite feature on AJ were his cheeks. AJ called him a simp and then they kissed.

AJ kind of wants to kiss Kurtis right now.

“So, I’ll pick you up?” Kurtis’s voice softened to a volume only the two of them could hear.

“No earlier than nine o’clock,” AJ says.

“Yes, Princess,” Kurtis groans with a dramatic eye roll that makes AJ laugh. He grips AJ’s hand tighter, reminding him they were still connected, and lets it fall to his side. “I’ll be here at eight-thirty to get you.” Then, he turns to leave.

“Hey!” AJ calls out. “If you show up at eight-thirty, I’m not coming.” Kurtis just raises a peace sign in the air, but AJ can hear his familiar cackle begin to stir up. “I’m serious, Kurtis!”

He watches Kurtis push the door to the stairwell and watches as it closes behind him. He takes in a deep breath and lets himself sit in the moment. It was only a matter of chance that they met again. Maybe that was all they needed to get right back where they left off. This time, though, AJ was determined to do this right.

For so long, they had been swimming on the edge of a cliff. AJ, ever resistant, never teetered off the edge if he could help it. Standing here, right now, in front of his apartment after being dropped off from a sort-of date by his ex he was for sure still in love with, he was glad. He was glad because they have this time to do what they never did before. Take off that load of defiance and past anger to just exist.

With Kurtis, he could simply exist.

#my work #short story #this is a minsung fic that i changed to fit my creative writing assignment #based on a sabrina carpenter song #skinny dipping #original story

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jaipurhightech · 8 months

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Indian Designer Solid Navy Blue Cotton Kurti | Straight Casual and Formal Women's Kurti | Wedding Party Wear Button Down Blouse For Women

#women tops #women fashion #designer kurti #kurti for women #party wear kurti #kurta for women #women clothing #Women tops #designer tops #women blouse #short kurti #kurti with pockets #button down kurti #office wear tunics #Blue kurti for women

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vinjaryou · 1 year

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just stand there and be pretty - that’s what it felt like their eyes said to her.

another piece courtesy of me asking friends for quotes, song lyrics, and places during work downtime last week; my good friend Seren gave me a short verse from Depeche Mode’s ‘Little 15,’ and this is what came of it~

vincent/reilena, casino AU, set about a month after their first real meeting. once again, this is unedited (i literally finished it about fifteen minutes ago), so please forgive the roughness, as it will be edited and cleaned up before being posted on AO3.

And if you could drive, you could drive her away To a happier place, to a happier day That’s exists in your mind and in your smile She could escape there, just for a while…

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The limo door was slammed shut, the chauffeur circling the car to get back in the driver's seat; blinking at the loud thud, Reilena sighed, resting her head against the window, hands set on her lap, holding her black clutch close. Even in the dimmed vehicle, through the tinted windows, her dress still shimmered, and she lifted a hand to her pendant, holding it as she smiled to herself.

A snort from across the car. “What’re you so happy about?” Heidegger grunted, taking a cigar out of the box in the limousine’s center console. “I lost nearly a quarter million at the goddamn baccarat table – the President’s gonna want a discussion about that.” When he was given a mere shrug in response, the smile fading from her lips, Heidegger rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You behaved tonight – my luck was shit, that’s all.”

The two shifted slightly as the car pulled away from the curb of the Seventh Heaven, carefully turning into the late-night Midgar traffic; Heidegger first lit his cigar, then pulled his phone from an inner coat pocket, cursing under his breath at the messages left for him. “What the hell is Kurtis whining about now…”

Reilena waved the smoke away from her face, head still leaning against the window as she watched the scenery fly by, letting her mind drift back to earlier that night.

To her secret date with the Heaven’s best blackjack croupier.

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Think you can slip away for a little while?

The note had been subtly handed over, the paper pressed against the underside of the lavender lemon drop that had been bought for her by a ‘secret admirer,’ Yuffie dropping a wink before smoothly turning to hand Heidegger his double scotch on the rocks. Both Cissnei and Balto – the Turks assigned to them that evening – had opted for water, as they often chose to remain sober while on duty with Heidegger.

Taking a short sip of her drink, Reilena had nodded when she caught Yuffie’s eye, hiding her smile when the host strode off, empty tray under her right arm. A second later, a hand was shoved in her face, Heidegger bellowing beside her. “C’mon, you’re usually such a stroke of luck, give th’ dice a good blow for me!”

On the CEO’s opposite side, Balto coughed into his hand; beside Reilena, Cissnei barely hid her eyeroll, and Reilena pasted a polite smile on her lips, pursing them together to blow softly on the pair of blue and yellow dice before her. Hiding her startle at the guffaw beside her, Heidegger flung the dice down the table, wrapping his arm around Reilena’s shoulders immediately afterward, pressing her to his side. “C’mon now… don’t let me down, sweetheart…” his voice trailed off into a holler of joy, the numbers coming up in his favor. “That’s my goddamn girl!” His teeth were wide and bright white through his dark, bushy beard, hands already pulling the chips toward him as the dealer began to call out bets for the next round.

When Reilena shifted uncomfortably in Heidegger’s arms, he let go of her, more concerned with counting up his winnings, and she took a long drink, violet scanning the casino floor, chancing toward the card tables.

Vincent still had a trio at his table, but when crimson met violet, he bowed his head, subtly tapping his forehead with a finger. Last game. She nodded, sneaking a wink as she sipped at the rest of her drink, and turned back to the table just as Heidegger threw down his next wager.

A tap on her left elbow.

Cissnei held out her hand, a single nod. “I’ll take your glass, Miss,” she murmured softly, leaning closer so as to whisper in Reilena’s ear. “I’ll make sure he’s distracted, but I can’t guarantee just how long that’ll be.”

A final sip. “Can you hold him off for twenty minutes?”

The Turk nodded, taking the glass as she motioned for Reilena to step behind her. She held her breath, fingers tightening on her clutch, until Cissnei nodded once more, and she backed into the crowd, slipping through a group of middle-aged couples, until she was on the other side of the aisle. A glimpse back – Balto and Cissnei were on either side of Heidegger, the burly man shaking his head at the game – and Reilena bit her lip, turning to head for the card tables.

Felt her heart skip a beat when she walked up to Vincent’s blackjack table just as the game ended, the croupier setting the BREAK placard on his table. Her face warming at his own faint blush and smile, she slipped her hand easily into his offered one, letting him lead the way to the private lounges.

He didn’t start the timer on his phone until after they were in the room, the door locked, and both seated – drinks were optional.

Time dragged when she was on the casino floor, as she knew that out there, she was nothing but arm candy to whichever of Shinra’s bigwigs she was accompanying that night. She was barely talked to, unless it was for superstitions or drink requests; anything else was unusual and a reason to worry. Even the Turks usually kept to themselves, save for Cissnei and Elena, with the men keeping a close eye on her, raising a brow whenever she happened to glance over. Just stand there and be pretty – that’s what it felt like their eyes said to her.

She needed it to slow down when she was with Vincent. To let them savor the short time they were able to spend together when she was assigned to casino escort.

It was almost terrifying to her, how deeply she felt she’d fallen in such a short amount of time. When was that first encounter – barely four weeks ago? – and yet whenever she heard that she was to go to the Seventh Heaven, all she could think of was that she’d be able to see Vincent again.

They were still getting to know each other, too. Four weeks for a normal couple would’ve had them closer she imagined, but with Reilena not knowing when she’d be assigned to the casino, meant that this was perhaps only their third real date.

Date…

The word alone brought a flush to her cheeks, though neither she nor Vincent had ever referred to these as such just yet. But… that’s what they were, right? Spending time together, warm and close, sharing smiles and laughter as they talked, still quick to blush and turn away shyly at times…

She’d rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh, her hand resting on his own as he’d slipped his right arm around her waist, listening to how Yuffie had tried asking prying questions about the two of them, Vincent’s soft chuckle sneaking in at times. Even his voice was soothing to her; soft, husky, but warm and comforting, with an underlying protective tone. It was how remembering both the way he’d whispered “Are you okay?” in her ear, and how he’d growled “Let her go” after the incident with the drunkard were able to elicit a warm flush in her cheeks. How she could sit and listen to him talk about everything and nothing during their short, blissful time together.

“…I don’t think she’s quite figured out that there’s boundaries to questions,” he continued, giving their clasped hands a squeeze, when a muffled chime rang out. Both Vincent and Reilena shifted, he taking his arm back to take his phone out of his vest pocket, while she reached for the clutch still laying on the table before them, slipping her own from the purse.

Both screens were lit, and the couple shook their heads with near-simultaneous sighs. It was Reilena who murmured “Damn it,” first, violet scanning the text message from Cissnei.

Got you twenty – Heidegger’s asking where you are. He’s ready to go to dinner, and we have a table at the steakhouse. I told him you’d told me you had to go to the ladies’ room. You’ve got maybe five more minutes.

Beside her, Vincent silenced the alarm on his phone before slipping it back in his pocket, glancing over at Reilena with a sigh. “Time’s almost up…” he said, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she nodded. Biting his lip in thought as she typed out a quick response, Vincent asked, “…could I ask for your number this time?”

Her phone slipped back in her clutch, Reilena shook her head, turning back to him with an apologetic smile. “I would if I could, but you know I can’t,” she said, catching his hand in both of hers. “It’s tracked by Shinra – if they knew about us...” her gaze dropped to their hands, squeezing his tightly, her smile warming when the gesture was returned. A few seconds later however, she gestured at Vincent’s vest, toward the pocket. “But maybe…”

Raising a brow, Vincent took his hand back, reaching into the vest pocket again. As he took out his phone, Reilena nodded. “Take a picture of us together – it’s something to hold us over until our next date.”

The word was out of her mouth before she could rethink it, her face suddenly warming; blinking, Vincent’s cheeks turned pink as well, both of them smiling shyly before he motioned for her to sit next to him, her arms around his waist again as he held the phone up. “In three, two…”

Instead of saying “one” however, Vincent turned to kiss Reilena’s cheek, pressing the phone’s shutter button at the same time, smiling against flushed skin as she giggled. Shaking her head as she sat up, Reilena waited as Vincent lowered the phone, showing her the picture as well. “There – it’s a beautiful shot,” he said, a soft laugh when Reilena shoved his shoulder, though his arm still remained around her waist. “And after our next date, you can take the new one.”

She blinked, her smile softening. “I’ll hold you to that,” she replied, giggling again when Vincent tightened his arm around her in a hug, and she rested her head against his shoulder, the embrace returned as she sighed. “Vincent?”

“Hn?” He hadn’t made any moves to get up either, despite them both knowing their time together was ticking away. Instead, claws ran gently through her hair, gold complementing dark auburn rather nicely. The tips ran along her bare back, a smile when he felt her shiver at the sensation.

“…I miss you already.” A light nuzzle to his neck after the soft admission, Reilena shifted, meaning to finally sit up and admit to herself that their date was over. Feeling Vincent’s arm fall from her waist, she reached toward the table to grab her clutch, hoping there wasn’t another text from Cissnei, as Vincent stood up with a sigh. A gloved hand was offered, Reilena smiling as she laid her free hand in his, letting him guide her to her feet.

The gauntleted hand brushed her hair over her shoulder again, sharp yet tender coolness tracing along skin, as he lifted her hand to his lips in a gentlemanly gesture. “I miss you, too,” murmured softly before he kissed her hand, a soft smile on his face.

Taking her hand back, Reilena lifted her arm to Vincent’s shoulder as he leaned toward her, claws sifting into her hair as she dropped her clutch on the table again, their kiss deepening immediately. A shiver when she felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her to him, she wrapped both arms around his neck, a soft, wanting moan sneaking out as her fingers clutched his back, feeling his trace across her waist.

It broke slowly, tongues taken back, lips still stealing fleeting kisses before foreheads rested against one another, sharing lightly panting breaths. A low sigh as Vincent brushed his nose against Reilena’s, both smiling as the tender gesture was returned, she snuck one more kiss in before finally resting back on her heels, fingers running through his hair as claws gently stroked her cheek.

Tender smiles, knowing nods.

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Hands held tightly as they made their way down the hall, one more squeeze is exchanged before Vincent reluctantly lets go, straightening his vest and tossing his hair over his shoulders as he walks back to the blackjack table. It’s barely fifteen seconds after he’s stepped behind the table, the BREAK placard put away, before a quartet of men have already sat down, waiting to be dealt into a new game.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Reilena closed her eyes for a second, listening for the door to the women’s washroom to open up. Sure enough, a pair walked out, and Reilena scooted in behind them, scouring the floor just as Cissnei was walking over, hazel eyes wide.

“Heidegger’s waiting outside the steakhouse with Balto, grumbling about you running late,” she hissed apologetically, taking Reilena’s free hand in her gloved one. “What’s the excuse?”

“I was talking to a girl who’d had a fight with her boyfriend, and lost track of time? You know he’s not going to ask more if it’s something like that.” At least, she hoped so, and Cissnei nodded.

“Good one. Heidegger doesn’t have a sympathetic bone in his body.” The two women kept pace with the crowd as the Turk led the escort to the casino steakhouse’s entrance, nodding to Heidegger as she let go of Reilena’s hand. Beside the Shinra exec, Balto raised a brow at Cissnei, but said nothing. “Here she is, sir.”

Rolling his eyes, Heidegger held his elbow out impatiently as Reilena slipped her arm inside. “It’s about damn time. What took you so long?” he grunted.

She sighed. “Had to console a lady who’d gotten into an argument with her boyfriend,” she replied. “I didn’t rea…” she trailed off when Heidegger waved his free hand in the air with a condescending snort.

“I don’t need the details. What matters is you’re here. Let’s go – I’m starving.”

Balto pulled the door open, Cissnei stepping inside first for coverage before Heidegger and Reilena strode in behind her, the exec already hollering for menus as he walked them to their private table. While he wore a boisterous grin on his face as he greeted people, the smile Reilena had didn’t reach her eyes.

It was her professional smile, the one worn whenever she was at Shinra’s side, to fulfill her role in their hierarchy.

Just stand there and be pretty.

#final fantasy vii #vincent valentine #orignal character #canon x oc #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #vinrei #heidegger #cissnei #balto of the turks #alternate universe #casino AU #initial image here is the intro in its entirety - that and the line about 'just be pretty'

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its-poojagupta-shree · 2 months

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carnivorousyandeere · 11 months

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Welcome to the Cliffside Inn P.3; Isla and Airna Short Intros

CW: gambling mentions, alcohol implications

Spending some more time with Kurtis, and meeting the enigmatic performers of the hotel’s casino.

The next installment will probably be a more in-depth look at Isla and Airna, rather than an intro to the Siren Eris, since this one ended up being so Kurtis-centric. Hope you all don’t mind 💜

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5

After Cecilia leaves, you do your best to shake off your nerves and tidy your belongings in the hotel room; your trip is a week and a half long, after all— may as well unpack a little.

You’re almost done when a knock comes at the door. You brace yourself for yet another enigmatic or larger-than-life person to be waiting on the other side of the door, but to your relief and confusion, nobody is there. The confusion of who knocked and why is quickly replaced with a new question— who’d left such fancy clothes outside your room?

And why— as you pick them up to examine them, a letter falls out— do they look like they’d fit you perfectly?

The letter was on extremely nice paper, and sealed with a… a Lisa Frank sticker, of all things, and was written in magenta ink. You supposed it was pretty obvious who’d left the letter after all. The letter invited you to a casino on the property, and even included a little photograph of the building.

Kurtis didn’t sign his name, instead signing with a little bitty heart at the corner of the page. The ink is ever so slightly smeared, in contrast with the neatness of the rest of the page.

Kurtis seems… a little strange, but you can’t deny the attention feels kind of nice. Part of you screams at you to be careful, but the rest says, “fuck it! We’re on vacation!” You idly wonder if you’re going to end up on some kind of Netflix true-crime special thinking that way, but bring the clothes into your room and try them on anyway.

As you suspected, they fit perfectly— and you look good.

The letter didn’t specify a time, and as you look in the mirror, doubt begins to swirl once more. But again you say, “fuck it!” And decide to go anyway.

It’s been a long, and stressful day. Maybe a night of dancing and partying, or people-watching from the corner, will actually be just what you need. Even if Kurtis is there to talk your ear off the whole time.

The evening air is dark and heavy with humidity, clouds masking the sunset and making it look much later at night than it was. You shiver a little in the salty winds buffeting you among sparse plants and sand-crusted walkways.

The gaudy lights of the casino reach you over a sand dune, drawing you inside. The place is lavish, maybe even more so than the main hotel— but if anything, it looks like a place from the 80’s, something straight out of Twin Peaks or Blue Velvet, rather than out of the 20’s.

The lights are soft, and the atmosphere strangely calm for how many people were gambling and drinking. Maybe when you had as much money as these people, gambling felt less… dangerous, you supposed. Tempers just didn’t run as high then.

You meet Kurtis�� eyes from where he stands behind the bar, decked out in a slim tuxedo. Although it isn’t what you would’ve expected from him; it’s plain black-and-white, the only hint of his favorite pinkish shade a pocket square.

He squeezes in between the bartenders, careful not to disturb their mixing, and makes his way to you. Kurtis’ smile is a million watts as he places his hands on your shoulders and thanks you for coming.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show up,” he admits. “We did just meet after all. Didn’t know if you liked this kind of thing. If not, we could always walk on the beach? It’s so peaceful at night, I love walking out there.”

You let Kurtis ramble on for a bit, but assure him you’re fine to stay here for now.

He grins again in response. “Great! There’s actually a really cool show tonight. Not me doing card tricks, although that’s pretty cool too. Tonight we’ve got our best singers and musicians playing a set.”

As if on cue, the lights in the casino dim, some changing to moody colorful lighting, and a hush falls over the crowd. You and Kurtis sit next to one another at the bar, facing the stage opposite.

Musicians begin to play, one-by-one, weaving together a rich tune.

Spotlights flicker on over one, then two, singers. Their voices are soft and dreamy, mixing with one another in a strangely tense harmony. Everybody is entranced by their voices, the words flowing over you and dragging you under… or at least you think they are, until a third spotlight shines on the last singer.

Her voice is strong, tightly controlled, her mastery over pitch unquestionable. Her tone is rich and dark, a slight vocal fry scratching an itch in your brain you hadn’t known was there. This is what it means to be entranced, you find yourself thinking, leaning forward more and more, even forgetting to blink, until Kurtis’ hand around your waist anchors you back to reality.

You look up at him. His expression is more serious than you’ve ever seen before, gaze fixed on the lead singer. Something about it sends a shiver down your spine.

He seems to feel your gaze on him, and turns, leaning to your ear; “She and her voice are beautiful— but only from a distance. You really should stay away from her.”

You blink at the sudden change in his mood, and try to lighten things up with a risky joke, shakily whispering back “Why? You got a history with her?”

Kurtis smiles down at you, expression brightening like the sun peeking through dispersing storm clouds, and he bumps your shoulder lightly with his. “Nah, thank goodness! She’s just a real man eater. And woman eater. And… well, everyone eater.”

You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh too much at his awkward phrasing— especially since the musicians and singers are still hard at work onstage.

You and Kurtis bring your attention back to them, though they don’t manage to ensnare you in the music as deeply this time. They go through one song, then two, then three, before the lights come up and the hushed awe of the crowd splinters into polite-rich-people-applause and admiring whispers.

All of the singers and musicians bow before leaving the stage, save the lead singer, who walks right off. She looks across the room, meeting your eye by chance— there’s something so cold, so electrifying, about her gaze, but then she’s looking away and being hidden by a throng of admirers. The curiosity is eating you alive— you’ll have to ask for her name later.

Kurtis leans down, as if to whisper something in your ear again, but is interrupted by his phone ringing. He smiles apologetically, and excuses himself to take the call. You see a glimpse of that serious side of him again as he walks out, spine straight and brow furrowed.

How strange.

You don’t have much time to ponder this before you’re accosted by two new acquaintances. One of them bounds up and grabs your hand excitedly, and the other approaches more calmly. They look beautiful in the dim light, the sparkles in their makeup and dresses scintillating.

“Hello~!” The first barks out, startling you with her volume. You blink, surprised that the harmony singers who’d put on such a gorgeous show seem so excited to talk with you of all the people in here.

“Haven’t seen you around here before! You new? We might be a resort but we do get a lot of regulars coming around too. You’re really pretty, too-“

“Airna!” The other singer interjects with a laugh, “I think you’re coming on a little strong. Give them a chance to answer your questions, cariño.”

Airna flushes, smiling guiltily at her, then you. “Hehe, sorry. I’ve been overexcitable like that since I was little.”

You introduce yourself, and they introduce themselves.

Airna and Isla, two peas in a pod. Even just meeting them, you can tell they have a way of completing the other. It makes your heart ache just a little, wishing you had someone like that. But you don’t say so, and the conversation stays light. They’re fun to talk to, and the time slips by before you know it.

#cliffside inn #beachside resort #oc Isla #oc Airna #oc kurtis #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

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nat1vibes · 1 year

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@manygalaxiesinone thank you for asking me this and i shall use the same template as you for ease. (might have missed some)

(inspired from this post)

Disgaea Generic Classes/monsters i'd hang out with!

Warrior: NEATHER YEAH! just coz im biased and couldn't say no. he could help me get into the mindset of working out! and... maybe get me one of them deals with the god of combat

Valkyre: Probably-maybe not. If she is as tsundereish as she seems then it would be a maybe not. But she is still kinda just a dorklike M warrior, so prob yeah!

Martial Artist: wouldn't hang out more than just maybe sparing with them to learn from them, or tea together.

Fight Mistress: yeah! but they seem a bit too high energy for me

Magician: Neather Yeah! we would be nerding out so much! and i'd love to see how magic is studied, even if i couldn't do it

Witch:...the gothic lolita is stronger than my ablity to see red flags. So yes i would. Maybe i'd just be her goofer but its fine

Clergy: yea. lil cute booger. He don't got anything wrong

Cleric: yeah! they are prety calm. maybe though i wouldn't find that much in common with us

Ninja: maybe. He seems cool. but like. trained assassin? can they have fun? would they not kill me?

Kunoichi: same as ninja

Samurai Male/Female: Loyal! pretty calm most of the time. Good friends to have around

Ranger/Strider: Cool guy, we could vibe

Archer: Not sure. she seems nice. But i might find them annoying after a while. Probably my fualt

Magic Knight: Sure! she is just great! i can't imagine they would like me much though.

Thief Male/Female: i'd maybe do some panks with them and that's it. I don't wanna stay close enough to be a target

Angel Male/Female: Hate them.

Gunner: Wild west nerd, we could vibe

Gunslinger: Smh Merchant from Phantom brave just dressed difrently. i dont trust her

Armor knight Male/Female: Yes! i will feel so at ease when being around them!

Beastmaster: Greaat gal. I'd love to hang out with the more dangerous monsters through her

Sorcerer: Ok ok, curses, voodoo. But she so cute tho! I'll overlook my lower lifespan

Masked Hero: Nah, posers

Professor: sure? but it's an other one of those that i don't thing we will hae much t otalk about. If she tries to teach me math i'll pocket sand her and run away

Psychic: she looks like a Chuunibyu. We vibing

Mecha Girl: Maybe? but idk

Sinner: i'd be afraid , they pretty scary

Prinny: i'd feed them like. 2 sardines PER DAY. With the profits i make from thier labour, i'd contiue to amass a following and be treated as prinny Jesus. Valvatorez will have t ofind me and try to change my ways.

Cheerleader: dont know alot about her. But id be worried where to look and be uncomfortable

Android: Nah. ill save my life to kill it with an other calss that would hate me

Necromancer: yes. Again lolita fashion wins

Medic: sure! I'd even go as far as trying out on flied medic assistant

Maid: HELL YEAH! Nat1vibes loredrop. Monstergirls are one of my weaknesses. And maid. Are an other one

Wrestler: Not alot. But i'd for sure let him coach me. work out together. he could lift me and my spirits!

Pirate: nah. Posh dudes

Dark Knight: YES. yeah yeah emo. But they are my chuunin babies. I'd play pretend with them

Sage: yeah! Give me multy attack!

Geomaster: nah. Hated those Old farts. Disgaea 2 item world was made a pain

Majin:Maybe? maybe not...depends if they seem me as like, a lowly human they might develop feelings like those of a pet rat. Or just kill me.

Bouncer:My own body guard!

Onmyo monk: Uptight smucks that think they are better than everyone? I'll slug him one! and die... coz they are high ranking

EDF soldier/Battle shuit:Literlly just human dudes. Depends on the guy

Kurtis bot:Maybe? probably not

Asagi(d5):Only if i could somehow make them belive, i am the true Asagi of an other dimention. That came here to find the TRUE asagi

Spirit: yeah...Kinda, they look lonely

Undead: nah. Zombos. Bleh. ''But nat1, you said yes to the mai-'' ''I'll slug you one''

Dragon: If they don't see me as a threat or food. Sure. Big guys. Seem to give nice hugs. Also... a point i missed. MAGICHANGE D2 SPEAR! D4 SWORD!

wooden Golem: Yee. nice tree bros

Lanturn: they look kinda scary. But they chill we vibing

Living Armor/Horseman: I wouldn't mind. But they probably won't find any value in me.

Felynn: Yeah! cat ladies! just hope they don't break me accidentally

Succubus: nah. Hang out? Well... Maybe. NO, they just out for my soul.

Gargoyles: i wouldn't mind one guarding my house

Nether Noble: maybe? Not like Sherafinas dad. But they aren't that bad. I remmember that lil oiky boy in d1

Orc: Only if they don't think they can mess with me. lil fart boys

Winged Warrior/If you mean mothman: Nah. I'd fall assleep to easely. not good for the slumber party

Flora Beast: yeah. I don't see how it could go bad

Roc: nah. Sorry. too smelly a breath

Rifle Demon: maybe if i could win their faivour with alcohol

Nosferatu:vampire dudes? nah. they would kill me

Feary: lil fae boys. Sure. adorable!

Sludge: nah. Slime

Shroom: nah. Again i dont wanna fall asleep when disgaea ppl are REAL!

Mythical Beast: Yeah! doggo!

Slumber Cat/Deathsabbers: i mean. They are just cats. Sure

Reaper: Well. they don't look only like they usually do. As we saw from Emizels dad. But still. They would probably kill me

Evil Eye: what even is this

Holy Dragon: Nah. too uptight about their pride

Imp: nah. lil shits

Fairy: Sure. lil guys

Rabbits: yeah!!! peaceful demons! yeee

Bear: YEEE big hugs! WAIT THAT A MOUTH in thier belly

Nine-tails: I mean... kitsune ladies

Twin Dragon: Again as with the dragon. MAGICHANGE SWORD

Zombie dragon: Yeah. looks evil. Probably is. But... they look so lonely and also kinda like. Friendable

#disgaea #disgaea gen classes #disgae monstes

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