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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 months ago

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Gilmore Girls characters reacting to you asking to "try on" their lipgloss/chapstick as a way to kiss them (headcanons)

Characters included: Lorelai, Luke, Rory, Lane, Dean, Paris, Jess, and Logan

Warnings/contains: gn! reader, kissing (obviously), fluffiness, umm nothing other than that I don't think

Beginning notes: this idea is so stupid I know!! but I thought it might be cute to write out okay (I also need to practice writing for these characters more)

Lorelai Gilmore

Oh God. You so much as lightly suggest to wanting to try on her lipgloss or chapstick and she pulls out a whole makeup pouch full of them with all kinds in different flavors and colors and sizes and shapes and-

You can't even get a word in the first couple of minutes that she's speaking because she's taking the time to go through them all, trying to find the best one that would fit you perfectly

She doesn't quite pick up on what you're asking her right away until she finally pauses and sees the shy and somewhat hopeful smile on your face, but once she does catch on she gets all giddy and a little smug, saying something along the lines of "aw, you little rascal you, c'mere" before giving you the kiss you so desired

Luke Danes

He absolutely does not understand what you're trying to ask him at all, mostly because he doesn't wear chapstick anyway. You literally have to spell it for him step-by-step and he still won't get it

"Here, take this chapstick and put it on so I can kiss you"

"Why do I need to put it on for you to kiss me? Are my lips really that chapped?"

"No, it's so I can ask to try the chapstick on and then kiss you afterwards"

"...but I can just give you the chapstick and then have you put it on. Why would I need to put it on first? That doesn't make any sense"

He's basically just like "??" the entire time you're attempting to explain it to him, and he only kind of gets it by the tenth try, though he does manage to pick up on the idea that if he wears chapstick more often you might kiss him more, so your plan sort of ends up working ig

Rory Gilmore

It's a toss-up as to whether she'll immediately pick up on what you're asking her or not, though she'll probably get it within the first couple of minutes or so, her cheeks flushing a rosy hue as she avoids eye contact and stammers a little bit

"W- Well, I think I might have some extra in my bag if you're that desperate... oh, I'm guessing you must've meant the other way you try on someone's lipgloss or chapstick, huh? I should've known"

After that she just sort of awkwardly sits there, waiting to see which one of you is going to make the first move (it's probably going to have to be you) and then after the kiss she seems to be in a daze for a moment or so before clearing her throat and hastily changing the subject

Lane Kim

I actually think she'll pick up on what you're asking her fairly quickly, though she might play dumb unless she's certain the two of you are alone so her mom won't find out she was kissing someone randomly after they posed her such a flirtatious question

She'll most likely let you take the lead (unless you're as inexperienced as she is), melting into it as the kiss goes from a short and sweet peck to something much more tender, almost forgetting what you were even supposed to be doing in the first place

Afterwards, all she can do is say "wow" for the next couple of minutes or so, appearing a little awestruck, though she does make a cheeky comment about how the chapstick/lipgloss you now have on you compliments your complexion once she gets over the initial shock of it all

Dean Forester

He doesn't really get it at first but picks up on what you mean pretty quickly once you explain (thank God) so you're spared the embarrassment of fumbling over your words for any longer than you have to. He thinks it's cute despite you disagreeing with him on that

Makes a big show of applying a fresh layer of chapstick just for you, and is even so kind as to lean down so you're not craning your neck and having to stand up on your tippy toes to be able to reach him

Gives you an affectionate pat on the head once he's done kissing you because he's obligated to make you aware of how short you are compared to him at least once every time you see him while saying "there, happy now?", chuckling as he enjoys the indignant look on your face while you smack his hand away

Paris Geller

She honestly just sort of glares at you when you first ask ("I don't wear lipgloss, and I left my chapstick at home this morning")

Definitely is one where you have to explain to her what you mean, to which she answers with a soft little "oh" in response, almost as if she feels a bit sheepish for her initial aloof demeanor

It's kind of awkward for a couple of minutes after until one of you changes the subject, and you think that's the end of it until later that day when she approaches you, her face red and her lips looking shiny

"If you still want to try it on, you may." When you hesitate, she huffs in aggravation and demands "well? Are you going to try it on or not?"

You don't even think about questioning her further because of how flustered she obviously is, planting an affectionate kiss to her lips before watching in amusement as she stalks away, grumbling to herself as she wipes off the excess lipgloss on the back of her hand

Jess Mariano

Okay say what you will but I think he'd catch onto what you mean fairly quickly, especially if you're looking a little flustered when you ask

"Oh, so you wanna try on my chapstick, do you? In what way, exactly?"

He absolutely teases you first, adding something along the lines of "maybe I forgot to wear chapstick this morning. Still wanna try on my lips and see how they fit? I promise I'll be gentle. I'll only bite if you beg me" while he nuzzles his face against the side of your jaw before finally giving in and kissing you the way you want

Never play the flirting game with him and expect to win is all I can say because he'll come out on top nearly every time

Logan Huntzberger

He's another one who I think would actually understand what you're asking, he just plays dumb at first to see how frustrated he can make you

"Hm, I don't think I have any chapstick on me... didn't I see you grab some before we left, though? Maybe you should check your pockets"

If you were trying to catch him off guard with your question I'm sorry to say it doesn't work. You only realize he's messing with you when you spot the playful grin on his face

"What's the matter? Can't find it? Or did you still wanna try on mine?"

The soft, muffled laughter that escapes him at the insistent kisses he ends up letting you attack him with are so worth the annoyance he made you feel beforehand

End notes: some of these are a little bit longer than others, sorry about that! I tried to keep them all the same length but alas I do not control the little guy in my head who directs me on what to write 😔 /j

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triscribe · 6 months ago

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I'm tagging @sroloc--elbisivni with this, being the person directly if unintentionally responsible for my recent descent into madness, aka the One Piece Fandom.

I've so far managed to percolate three story ideas.

First is a short and sweet wingfic, in which all the various Will of D folks get wings to go along with the name. Some plain, some colorful, some big, some small, it's a mixed bag. My one and only certainty for who gets what kind of bird-association is Garp + turkey, as I've been socked in the jaw by one of those before, and believe me those suckers pack a lot of muscle in their limbs.

Anywho. Recall that scene where young Sabo makes a comment about Monkey D. Luffy, and Portgas D. Ace? And it's all innocent laughter when the Sa D. Bo joke gets made, but there is an earnest "because you're our brother" emotion running underneath? Well, guess who wakes up the next morning with the itchiest shoulders ever, and by lunchtime is sprouting his own little pair of fledgling wings. ASL Brother feels all the way around.

My other two ideas are... significantly more ambitious.

Also slightly spoiler-y, if you aren't up to date on things, so we'll continue this under a cut:

Idea the first: Major Canon Divergence, making use of the recently revealed Figarland Shamrock, because I can't not jump on the boat of Luffy seeing him and momentarily mistaking the man for Shanks.

Except this happens when he's still fairly little.

And it's quite a thing, to be a Celestial Dragon used to fawning or terror or simple obedience from the lower masses, who for a brief moment happens to make eye contact with a little slip of a boy being put up for sale as a slave, only to be promptly hit by a beaming expression as bright as the very sun itself. Just for a moment, before someone cuffs Luffy on the ear or shoves his head back down, but it's more than enough to catch Shamrock's surprised attention. And of course, the first moment he's able, Luffy goes darting up to this man delightedly hooting I knew you'd come save me! Emotions overtake any form of logic. Shamrock decides he's keeping this one. And it isn't until later, maybe minutes, maybe hours, before his cloak shifts and his left arm is revealed, and it suddenly hits Luffy that oh. This isn't Shanks playing dress up and fooling everyone. Oops?

I've yet to make a firm decision on exact circumstances and timing, but this is definitely after Sabo's (presumed) death. Ace throws one hell of a conniption fit and immediately launches into a rescue effort, managing to steal a boat and make it off Dawn Island. One furious pre-teen isn't quite enough to take on the whole world, though, no matter how desperate he is - so it's just as well Ace happens to cross paths with the Revolutionary Army, and in particular one Monkey D. Dragon, and even more in particular the scarred blonde boy who's been learning at his knee for a while now.

Shanks is eventually drawn into things, as well as Garp, who nearly had a heart attack when he realized both of his grandsons went missing and needed to be retrieved, and no it doesn't help to know that one(-actually-make-that-two) are with his son, the most wanted man in the world!

I can picture quite clearly in my mind a bold confrontation via Shanks and a sneaky infiltration via Ace and Sabo culminating in a daring escape via everyone else, with Luffy very happy to be away from the Shanks-imposter, wailing about it afterward at top volume while insisting no he isn't crying. Lots of hugs all around. Lots of arguments, too, while the adults try to decide what is and isn't best for the boys and their safety going forward, but that's another matter.

And of course I wouldn't be me if I weren't also drumming up a big Everyone Goes Back in Time fic.

I'm leaning towards the idea of a Memory Maelstrom, a fierce storm that spins up anytime it likes, anywhere along the Grand Line; possibly caused by some remnant of the Void Century, hence very little in the way of concrete knowledge from either ancient records or modern day studies. What is known is that anyone who sails into the Maelstrom may find themselves waking up somewhere else entirely, some time else entirely. Be it a few days, perhaps a few weeks, but with memories leading up to entering the storm - which then leaves them with opportunities to change things. Sometimes it only affects a single person; sometimes entire crews awaken with advance knowledge, and use it for good or ill. The only certain thing is, a person affected by the Maelstrom once will never be able to find it again.

Now, anyone with the Will of D gets caught up in the Maelstrom? Amplification occurs. Days or weeks can become months or years; entire crews being affected can extend to entire fleets. History can be altered not just for an individual, but for the whole world.

An ailing Gol D. Roger who never turned himself over to the Marines once sailed into the Maelstrom, fleeing pursuers with a damaged ship, the blood of half his crew still drying upon the planks, including teenage Shanks who died trying to protect toddler Ace. The storm worked its power. A different path was chosen.

Another time, a version of Monkey D. Dragon who kept Luffy close, raising him in the heart of the Revolution, also sailed into the Maelstrom - intentionally, with a small cold body cradled in his arms. Again, new choices became possible.

This time?

This time the Thousand Sunny is caught up by the storm, along with multiple other ships and crews, all of them more focused on battling each other than the howling wind and oddly colored lighting.

It turns out that Gear 5 induces an even bigger amplification effect than usual.

Over thirteen years in the past, a lot of people wake up, and immediately groan Luffy's name. After which there's a mad scramble to fight, to save, to rescue, to steal, and especially to change.

Various Straw Hat Pirates are back to being children, and either prepare for incoming tragedy or do their best to prevent it. Trafalgar Law gets to keep his Cora-san alive, before taking steps to gather up his crew again. Koby finds himself back on Alvida's ship, thankfully docked at a port, and hightails it either to Garp and the marines or somewhere he expects Luffy to eventually appear.

And speaking of Luffy: he promptly goes tearing off across Dawn Island, and crashes into a very startled Ace, just before Sabo appears coming from the opposite direction. I've decided that For Reasons (namely Luffy being the one to amplify the Maelstrom and Sabo having been in possession of the Devil Fruit that prior was wielded by his brother), the longer he spends in the company of the other boys, the more Ace dreams of the life he'd lived, and the faster he rebuilds a bond Luffy and Sabo have both dearly missed.

(Shanks gets to keep the arm, at least for now. Trade-off being he also gets all three brothers attempting to commandeer his ship in order to go find their respective people and start changing even more things. He'll probably give in about the time some high level pirate shows up looking to murder pre-Straw Hat Captain Luffy.)

SO. Those are my thoughts! We'll see if I actually manage to write any of 'em this century x'D

#one piece #fic ideas #asl brothers #straw hat pirates #time travel #wingfic #I have. Too Many Wips Already. But here we are #what's a few more ideas thrown on the To Be Written pile

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delucadarling · 1 month ago

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Tag game: Latest fanfics (or 'fanfic' considering not everyone I'm tagging does fanfic specifically and in fact I'm not posting exclusively fanfic either because I haven't posted anything in months)

Thank you darling @crownleys for the tag

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people!

I've been keeping myself busy the past few weeks, so apologies if you've already been tagged previously and I didn't see:

@mysterycyclone @grapecaseschoices @tigeri102 @eldritchnonsense @steampunkepsilon @agentnatesewell @crazyspookies @zalia @parragone @ianthedebonair

huzzah

1) Look at this fucking tomato I'm growing.

2) Here's this week's tab on my spreadsheet for tracking my spanish language studying

I slacked off yesterday because it turns out there's a reason they kept saying 'surgery' when I went to get this cyst removed off my head. It was fine, the actual hardest part was dealing with my needle issues during the time they were numbing the area, but I was FOCKING exhausted afterward. Also I can't wash my hair for two days and that's driving me insane.

OKAY now the fanfic:

3.) Mason/Barbie: 14 kissing each other breathless (an ask meme fill)

Wayhaven, Post-book 3, Wayhaven High School, Sunday Afternoon It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Distantly, Barbie can hear the sounds of fighting, shouting, and impact of breaking furniture from the front of the administration office. Her heart pounds painfully in her chest, so loud she tries to cover it with her hands. Surely their human attackers wouldn’t hear it, wouldn’t be able to find her in her hiding spot behind the principal’s desk, but fear makes her completely illogical.

4.) Felix/Barbie: 16 nose kisses (another ask meme fill)

Wayhaven, post-book 3, a sunny beach several hours away from town It’s been a few years since the last time Barbie was able to lay out on warm, sandy beach. She settles in on her stomach on her fluffy beach towel, using her arms as a cushion for her head. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore, gulls calling out, and children playing creates a lovely melody just for her enjoyment. “I don’t supposed you’d need help putting sunscreen on?” Felix asks. Barbie lifts her head and her sunglasses to look up at him. The youngest of Unit Bravo’s team stands tall and proud, wearing a very loud pair of neon colored board shorts. No shirt.

5.) Barbie/Kira for 54: sleepy kisses (ask meme fill)

The Wayhaven Chronicles, Book 3, In the SUV after the auction All things considered, it wasn’t the worst night of Kira’s life. Sure, she was mind whammied in a cell for most of the night and Barbie was almost bled dry in front of an audience, but despite it all, she’s okay. Barbie’s okay.

6.) Vampire Divorce Court - Everything Mason Does is Against His Will (only the first part, as I don't think it makes sense to count each chapter as an individual fic)

Book 1, outside Wayhaven’s police statio, pre-meeting the detective They were so close. So fucking close to being done with this mission that’s dragged them halfway around the globe, only for that ridiculous little detective (Rebecca’s kid) to ruin the whole thing. Now Mason, and the rest of the team, are stuck here indefinitely to play bodyguard until someone higher up the food chain figures out what they should be doing about the rogue vampire running around killing people. Fucking perfect.

7.) upside down spiderman kiss for barbie and mason (ask meme)

There’s nothing about the day she’s been having so far that would lead Barbie to believing she would be here, trapped and hanging upside down, with no way of getting down. This is exactly why she doesn’t do field work. Not the kind that Unit Bravo does, at least.

8.) Beneath the Surface (This was a secret santa gift, and oh my god has it actually been over a year since I've posted on AO3?? wtf. Fixing that immediately.)

Nate hears Mina coming well before he sees her. His senses are not so finely honed as Mason’s, hearing individual heartbeats from a distance requires some concentration on his part usually. Mina is, as ever, a special case though. He can practically pinpoint her location from anywhere in the warehouse. She’s not close yet, but the gentle thump thump, thump thump, thump thump of her heart and tap, tap, tap of her shoes is growing louder by the second. Nate listens, rubbing a soft cloth over the surface of his violin with care, and tries to pretend he isn’t expecting her when she finally comes in.

I was very in my N/M/Detective era when writing this. I think N should suffer a little before getting sucked silly.

(No sucking or fucking happens in this fic tho. Again, something I should really fix as I don't think I've ever posted any of my Wayhaven s/f writing)

9.) In Search Of (again the fucking travesty of me not updating in over a year. I have I think two chapters done for this one.)

For Detective Barbara Robertson, dinner is usually a quiet affair. At most, she’ll play music as she cooks and eats. Usually, she’s so absorbed in her thoughts that she barely tastes whatever it is that ends up on her plate. In stark contrast, dinner with Solomon Verda’s family has been a rather lively affair.

10.) A Little Off the Top (gnawing on Ava du Mortain gnawing on her and trying to get to the squeaker toy inside)

When Barbie had mentioned wanting to brush Ava’s hair, she had mostly been grasping at any excuse she could think of to get herself out of combat training. It’s practically a running joke between them now, that within the first ten minutes Barbie will be coming up with anything she can think of to escape. Every other time, Ava either ignores or denies anything other than a water break. She had been laying flat on her back, gasping for breath, when Ava took her bun down, shook out her hair, and began to put it back up. Even from the distance and angle she was at, Barbie could tell Ava’s hair had split ends and tangles in it before they were neatly wrapped and hidden at the back of Ava’s head.

And that's that. I've hit a few dry spells in the past few months, but it's not like I haven't been writing at all, so I am kind of surprised it's been so long since I've posted anything. I think I mostly just send links to my docs to my fiancee and don't think on it beyond that.

(probably doesn't help that I'm mostly writing stuff that's almost entirely OC centric and barely touches any canon characters most of the time)

I've got time to write now though, especially as the doctor told me to not go to the gym or do anything else that'll raise my heartrate for the next week, so I've got fuck all else to do. I'm halfway through the next part of Vampire Divorce Court and I'm pretty sure I have one or two chapters done for In Search Of. I'm going to make it a goal to post for both of those fics by the end of next week.

#darling speaks #ask meme #writing hard :C

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chvoswxtch · 2 years ago

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to the halloween queen, i hope this october is treating you well!! i was wondering if i could request a gut wrenching, angsty fic with billy based on paramore’s sanity?

if i call out your name, you don’t come/

no one home, but the void is loud/

echoes around my empty house/

sentences are slowing down

in all honesty, i don’t have many specifics in mind. i was thinking of an established relationship slowly but surely growing apart. to the point they eat dinner in silence, the distance between them whilst sleeping in the same bed grows more and more…in other words, i am asking you to break my heart!

i go by she/her pronouns and they can be used!

<3 thank you, take care, and ily <3

oh my darling sweet nonnie, you definitely came to the right place. I hope october has been kind to you, bc i'm about to break your heart as requested. i'll be here with tissues afterwards 🖤

warning: swearing, slight mention of alcohol, heavy angst word count: 1.4k

sanity.

no one home, but the void is loud / echoes around my empty house

The white noise of bustling traffic was muffled by the dull roar of an icy midnight breeze slowly fading in the background. Through the grand floor to ceiling windows of the penthouse, you could see brilliant lights twinkling in a kaleidoscope of colors, vehicles zipping by in a flash in various directions, and masses of people navigating the city by heart. Outside, New York City was clamoring proudly with life.

But in the emptiness of the penthouse, it was so silent and still that the sound of fresh snow hitting the glass was as loud as thunder cracking across the sky.

In a place that more than three million people called home, you had never felt more alone. Standing in front of the expansive windows with the chill radiating through the glass nipping at your nose and cheeks, you felt completely numb and simultaneously like an open wound at the same time. It didn’t always feel this cold.

Last year at this exact same time, this place still felt like home. You could still feel the heat from the flames dancing in the fireplace licking at your skin while the golden glow of the fire created a warm and comforting ambiance in the living room. You could still taste the richness of hot cocoa caressing your tongue, and still hear the sound of Billy’s heartbeat playing in your ear while your head rested on his chest as the two of you admired the tree you had put up together from the couch. Billy had insisted on going all out since he had never really celebrated the holidays before due to growing up in the system.

In a moment of sincere vulnerability while you were teaching him your special recipe for chocolate chip cookies, Billy had revealed to you that you were the first person he’d ever had to make the holidays feel special. It had been such a big deal to him to make sure everything was perfect, and it made your heart swell like a balloon in your rib cage seeing the childlike happiness on his face as the two of you celebrated together.

That special time now felt like a lifetime ago.

Now, there was only the scent of stale ash in the fireplace, and the absence of Billy’s holiday spirit lingering along the mantle and in the corner of the living room.

You weren’t sure exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the line, something changed. Billy no longer stopped by your work because he was “in the neighborhood” and just wanted to see you. Conversations became shorter and shorter at dinner until it reached the point of the two of you eating in deafening silence, and then ultimately you found yourself eating alone. Billy no longer wrapped himself around you in bed like a security blanket, and instead you found an ocean between you that kept growing wider and wider until you were stranded in the middle of it alone struggling to keep your head above water. He began to travel more, spent longer hours at the office, and lately would go days without speaking to you at all.

There was no more playful banter and flirtatious teasing in crowded spaces. It had been five months since you and Billy had gone on an actual date, and he had barely touched you in three. On the rare occasion that he made it home at a decent hour, he ignored your passionate advances and locked himself away in his home office. You and Billy used to not be able to keep your hands off one another, and now you couldn’t even get him to give you a simple peck on the cheek. You couldn’t even remember the last time that he had told you he loved you.

For the past few months, there was a heavy sense of grief weighing on your heart like liquid cement almost as if Billy had died. He would appear suddenly, and then vanish right before your eyes even quicker like an apparition. He barely acknowledged your presence when you called out to him, as if you were the ghost lingering around. The last time you had reached for his hand, it was cold and stiff like that of a corpse. You fought defiantly against the stage of acceptance and refused to admit to yourself that your relationship was decaying in the grave. Instead you remained stubbornly stuck in a purgatory of mourning for the Billy you had fallen in love with, feeling haunted by your own foolish hope and his lingering presence in your heart.

Denial plagued you for months as you frantically tried everything to resuscitate the pulse in your relationship. You changed your hair a few times and put more effort into your outfits and appearance, which consistently went unnoticed by Billy. You planned romantic dates and elaborate getaway trips that he instantly declined. The past three times you had attempted to surprise him at the office for lunch, you couldn’t even get past his receptionist.

Most nights you spent alone, drowning in your own agony, screaming and sobbing at the stars for answers because Billy wasn’t there to provide them. In moments of over indulgence from the built in bar, you nearly gave into your desperation and participated in the reckless thoughts intrusively entering your head that you were absolutely sure would capture Billy’s attention. But then the epiphany that you felt like you had to put yourself in a dangerous situation just for him to notice you again would shatter your soul into a thousand jagged pieces.

Had you done something to make Billy become so distant? Was he going through something he felt he couldn’t talk to you about? Did he love you at all anymore? Was there someone else?

That last question made you violently nauseous. The not knowing what was happening with Billy drove you absolutely fucking mad, and you tried every method you could think of to stop the hemorrhaging to salvage what the two of you had.

But eventually, the weight of the blood staining your hands was impossible to ignore, and the tone of a flatline rang loudly in your ears. The heaviness you felt was a clear sign that there was no longer life left in what you and Billy had created together, and the warm thrum of a pulse would never be found again.

You didn’t bother to tell Billy that you were leaving. The eulogy had already been engraved on the headstone months ago, you just couldn’t bring yourself to read it. Taking one last glance around the penthouse that had been your shared home, all you could think about was the day you first moved in. Everything had looked so bright, felt so warm and inviting, and Billy had been ecstatic to share a home with you. He had told you that you were what made the place feel like home, and in a moment of candor entrusted you with the sentiment of how happy it made him to finally have someone to come home to.

But now as you stood in the middle of the living room in the dark, it just felt cold and empty. Billy had been gone for two weeks on a business trip and was supposed to return home tomorrow, but this time you wouldn’t be there waiting by the door to welcome him back. After finally finding the strength to face the heartbreaking truth of your reality, you had spent the past twenty-four hours removing every trace of your existence. There was only one last thing to erase.

The devastating loss had left your heart maimed, and the memories of Billy’s touch afflicted phantom bruises onto your skin. It was time to tend to your own wounds and mend the parts of you that had been broken by him. After one final look around, you placed the handcrafted engagement ring on the kitchen island like a rose on a coffin as a silent goodbye and quietly disappeared into the depths of midnight.

tags: @nolita-fairytale @thyme-in-a-bubble @mars-rants-a-lot @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @topperthornton

#billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo fic #billy russo request

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kinnbig · 10 months ago

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this is going to sound like a dumb question, but hi! i happened to stumble over your coloring tutorial from back in february, and i was wondering how did you managed the linear transition to show the difference between the of scene and the one you edited. thank you so much for your time.

✨ gif transitions using clipping masks and keyframes ✨

hi!! it’s not a dumb question at all, thank you for asking! I think this is the gif you mean, from my gif colouring tutorial. to do the transition I used clipping masks and keyframes - full explanation beneath the cut!

(I apologise in advance if any of this is confusing - to be honest I worked this out by just fucking around and guessing on photoshop, so it took me a little while to reverse-engineer my steps to work out what I did lol - but I hope it makes sense!)

so the first step is to make your gifs. you need two - one coloured and one uncoloured, saved separately. make sure that they are both the exact same number of frames, and that they're both running at the same frame-rate.

load both gifs into photoshop and put them in timeline mode. then copy the uncoloured gif and paste it onto the same timeline as your coloured gif, with the uncoloured gif on top. like this:

next, add a layer that is just a white rectangle of the same size and shape as your gif. my rectangle tool is hidden in a secret pop up menu attached to my line tool, for some reason:

put this rectangle layer between the coloured and uncoloured gif layers, and then clip the uncoloured gif layer to this rectangle by right-clicking on the uncoloured gif in the layers panel and selecting 'create clipping mask'. this will automatically clip the gif to the rectangle layer beneath it.

now your layers panel should look like this:

at this point I personally hide the visibility of my uncoloured gif layer, just to make it easier to see what I'm doing. like this:

which should mean your gif just looks like a white rectangle. this seems wrong but it's not!!

and now we need to fuck around with keyframes. basically what we're doing is telling the rectangle to move out of the way while the gif is running.

to start using keyframes, click the little arrow on the left hand side of your rectangle layer in the timeline panel -

which should bring up this drop-down menu.

now, with the red timeline bar set to the very beginning of the gif, click on the little stopwatch button next to 'Position' and also 'Vector mask position'. it should put some little diamonds on the timeline, like this:

next, take your white rectangle layer and move it just off the right edge of the gif canvas, like this:

(you can't see it because it's not in the canvas, but photoshop still knows it's there!)

then move your timeline bar to about 4/5 of the way through your gif, and click on the stopwatch icons next to 'position' and 'vector mask position' again. like this:

now, if you slide your timeline bar back and forward between those two points you marked, you should see the white box moving across the gif - from its first position covering the gif, to its second position just off the canvas.

now you can make your uncoloured gif visible again - and it should look like a transition between an uncoloured and a coloured gif when you move the timeline bar around.

save as normal!!

you might want to mess around a bit with where you put those second keyframe markers depending on how long you want the completed coloured gif visible before the gif replays - just play with it and see what works for you.

sometimes I find using keyframes makes the frame-rate a bit weird when you save the gif - if that happens just save as usual and open the saved gif to fix the frame-rate afterwards.

I hope this was helpful!! lmk if you have any more questions :D

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nelselfships · 2 years ago

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Shinji Hirako x Reader

one shot (smut)

⊱ ♡ f!reader, mirror sex, p0rn with little plot, around 4k words

⊱ ♡ my first nsfw one shot so if any errors please let me know!

Low jazz music was playing in the back, and people were dancing on dance floor, with colorful lights spinning around the room slowly. Some where sitting in their booths smoking and drinking alcohol. The lights were dim, but enough to see the waitress walking towards me. She was dressed in a normal bartender attire, carrying a glass of whiskey in her hand. I grabbed the drink from her, shooing her away with my free hand. Already on the fifth drink of the night getting completely wasted. Everything seemed so sluggish and perplexed, time moving by slower tonight than usual after the busy day at work you had.

I took a drink of the alcohol beverage in my cup and sighed. I sat the drink back on the table, using my finger and making circles around the rim of it. I heard foot steps walking up behind me, they started to mumble something about checking a girl out and how they totally should get it, typical guy talk. I rolled my eyes hoping that they weren’t talking about me. And to turn out, they we’re talking about you. One of the guys sat across you giving a cocky smirk. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a breath of annoyance. “No I will not fuck you and no I will not go out with you.” I looked back up at him with his smirk gone with in an instance.

“What did you say little bitch?” he had a furious tone to his voice, the smell of beer lingering out of his mouth causing me to nearly gag. I placed my hands down on the table for support to stand up and leaned over a bit. “I said i’m not here for fuck boys. Now get lost.” I slowly made my way, away from the booth. I might’ve been drunk, but I know how to keep my guard up when it’s needed. I heard footsteps charging towards me but they went to a sudden stop not a few seconds afterwards. I turned around to see some men holding him back, preventing him from doing anything rash. I waved them off and headed to the dance floor since the music beat is built up a bit more.

Everyone was on their feet moving around to the beat of the song that was playing. I joined in a long in the middle of the song, dancing as if there was no tomorrow.

The song was near at its end. I was watching the people that were all around me and started moving to the beat with my eyes closed. Bad decision, especially with so much alcohol in me, I tripped, yeah, that happened.

“Ouch! Yer okay doll face?” I lifted myself a bit off of the man that I tripped on top of. My face flushed a bit at the nickname that the stranger gave me. I pushed myself off of him, reaching out a hand to help the guy up. After helping the man, I straightened out my clothes that were scrunched up from the fall. “I’m fine, I should be asking you that question.” I gave him a small smirk and cocked a brow. The man chuckled at my response. He did the same with his attire he had on.

I got a little bit of a better look at him now that i was finally off the ground. His hair was blonde with a long straight line style. Very different from any other guy you have saw in your life, but not a bad choice in it. He had a cheeky grin and soft brown eyes. “Little pain in the head, but i’ll be alright doll. Anyways, yer have a name?” I put a strand of loose hair that was in front of my vision behind me ear. “It’s (y/n), and you?” I asked in return.

“Cute name, fits that cute face of yers. The names Shinji, so yer by yourself?” a blushed crept across my face from the compliment. “I actually came here with a few friends, but they ditched me to go hangout with some guys.” I rolled my eyes, “I see, say, wanna dance with me?” he asked holding out his hand, seeing if I would accept it or not. I shrugged my shoulders, “Sure, I don’t see what one dance could hurt.” I laughed thinking about the fall that happened earlier.

I accept his hand and he pulled me closer to him. Chest against chest, and I swore my face was redder than a tomato. Good thing the lights were dim and not bright enough to see. Our bodies were against each other, moving to the beat of the trap genre going on now. He kept me close from making anymore fall accidents. It felt, warm, being close like this… what am I thinking? I just met this stranger and i’ve already done blushed several times tonight. I slightly shook my head to myself and let loose on my thoughts again.

The song was at a end, the lights lit back up to its natural lighting, and my heart was racing fast, sweating a bit from all the movement. “Yer a natural doll face.” he winked at me, our breaths trying to catch back up to us. Yep, that broke the straw, my blush was bright and he noticed it. I chuckled a bit from the compliment, “Thanks, you’re one yourself.” I gave him a light smile. He walked up towards me, wrapping an arm around my neck.

He sticked his tongue out at me for a second and I noticed the silver ball on it. “So how bout’ I treat yer a drink?” he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head and he grabbed my hand leading me back to the booths. Looks like they got that creep to leave. I sat down beside him after we ordered what we wanted. We talked for a bit about our favorite music genres, stuff like that, and it turns out we had quite a good bit in common.

Our drinks finally arrived. I went to cross my legs, and they accidentally grazed his leg and I moved them away immediately. “I’m so sorry!” I apologized. But it didn’t take too long before he placed his hand on my thigh for a second, letting me know that I didn’t have to move away and that it was okay. I started to feel warm, my face flushed deep red, moving my thigh, back against his.

I took another sip of my whiskey, I sat the glass back down, looking over to the man now fixing his tie and the collar around his neck. The room felt too hot, I shouldn’t of drank another one. I looked at the time on my phone and it was hitting close to twelve a.m…. IT’S 12 A.M.? “Oh shit, I forgot to let my mom know I was going to be staying late, fuck.” I let out a low growl tone. He looked over at me a little worried. “She probably already locked the door and went to bed.” I let out a sigh.

“If yer want, yer can stay over my place tonight? I can understand if yer don’t want to, but I can’t just let a pretty girl sleep outside yer know?” I thought about it for a minute, and I didn’t want to disturb my mom, so I left her a little message that I would be staying at a friends house tonight, she would’ve freaked out if I told her I was going to stay at a random guys place, even though i’m grown, she still treats me like i’m young. “Sure.” I looked up at him with a smile. His smile widened as well showing his teeth. “Alright we’ll leave in a bit. My place ain’t too far from here so we can walk.” he said guzzling down the last bit of his drink. I did the same.

We finally arrived at his house. He unlocked the door inviting me in. I walked in, elegant chandeliers, and ornate furnishings exuded an air of sophistication that left me in awe. It had a sweeping staircase, high ceilings, and intricate details gave a sense of majesty and splendor that was fit for royalty. “Nice place you got.” I said slowly walking around scoping everything out. “Yeah, yer like it? Oh, let me lead you to the guest room.” He motioned me to follow him.

I walked behind him up the stairs, down the hallway on the far right, he opened the door and I followed behind him in. The room was nicely clean, and the bed comforter was made of red silk with a small sofa on the other side of the room. “Might not be the best but it beats being outside.” he laughed a bit. “Yeah,” you let out a whisper like tone. He sat down on the bed and you sat right down beside him. Legs so close to touching each other. “Oh, hey Shinji, I’ve been meaning to ask, when you sticked your tongue out earlier, I noticed you had a piercing there, why is that if you don’t mind me asking, you don’t usually see a lot of guys with that kind of stuff.” I asked, that was the dumbest thing I could’ve asked. He cocked a brow at me again.

“Oh yer curious about that? Well, I only have it for a few reasons really. I like the aesthetic of it, and plus, it gives great pleasure when yer know.” he said starting to face towards me, moving his eyes down my body. I blushed at the thought of a metal ball, rubbing down there. I started to feel hot. He saw me blushed and smirked. A low “Oh,” was all I could let out.

“Yer ever felt one?” he asked me. The heat between my legs started to feel more warm. I really did drink too much… why am I getting so turned on by the thought of what one would feel like? I shook my head to answer him. “Would yer like a demonstration?” he asks and my face definitely went to a beat red. I gripped the bed sheets under my hand and didn’t give an answer. He could tell by my actions of what I wanted by how I was reacting. “It’s a simple yes or no doll face. It’s cool if yer not comfortable with it.” he reassured me. I let out a low answer, “I’m okay with it.” you didn’t see it but you could feel that he had a grin on his face.

He placed a hand on top of mine slowly, intertwining our fingers, and took his two fingers from his other hand, placed them under my chin, and lifted my head for me to face him. I was a blushing mess, about to sleep with a person I just met. Both of our eyelids slowly closing as our faces neared each other. Our lips met not a few seconds afterward. At first it was a soft kiss, leading up to where we were fighting each other for entrance of the others mouth. I gave in and let his tongue explore. I never felt the silver ball around my tongue as well, and with each time it’s touching it, it’s sending shivers down my spine.

He moved his two fingers that were under my chin, and placed that hand on my thigh.

He bit my lip, dragging it down a bit with his teeth. The tension between us was high. I tried to held back, but I couldn’t, I let out a low, soft moan. He grinned in the kiss, and started making soft sucks and bites going down my neck, not hard enough to actually hurt me. He slid his hand that was on my thigh up more, where it was making its way under my black dress. My lips trembling a bit, wanting more than what he’s teasing me with. A whimper escaped my lips and he went to a slow stop.

“Was that a whimper I heard?” he said seductively, “Shinji… please, don’t stop.” I begged him, placing my hand on his that was on my thigh. He moved his way up to my ear whispering “Keep begging me like that and I might just go even longer to hear it some more.” he nibbled my earlobe. I let out a gasp, placing my hand on his chest. He place his hand on the fabric of my panties, rubbing it up and down slowly, feeling the wetness through it. “My my how long have you been like that? Yer completely soaked baby doll.” he said, making his way back down my neck to my collar bone. “Can’t say.” I smarted to him.

“Keep being cocky like that and maybe I won’t let yer feel it.” he smirked, I pouted as he went back to sucking on my collar bone.

He backed up and told me to stand up so he could take my dress off easily. I did as told. I covered up my upper body in embarrassment and blushed. “Yer don’t have to cover up doll face, cmon and let me see.” I lowered my hands down to the sides of my hips, and my bra and panties was exposed. I turned to face away from him, biting my lip. He was walking closer to me, he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek with it. “Yer look beautiful, no need to be embarrassed.” I looked up at him, gave him a light smile and placed my hand over his. I closed the gap between us with our lips, making a slow passionate kiss.

I was walking backwards to the bed while he was still kissing me, laying me down softly, pinning my hands above my head. The kiss was building up and my tongue made an entrance through his mouth this time. He was on top of me, sliding a leg between my thighs. I gasped from the friction of his leg pushing lightly against me there. He grinned into the kiss hearing the noise that came out of me.

He got up off of me, starting to unbutton his shirt. His slim figure was shown. My eyes were half lidded, glued onto him. Panting like a dog that’s been playing for to long. He next undid his belt, gosh the way his fingers were working around it. I blushed looking away focusing on my thoughts. After the belt was off the pants were next. He slid those down along with his boxers with nothing but pure skin showing. I looked back over at him. For a slim guy, he sure was pretty big. He dimmed the lights in the room. The man started to walk towards me grabbing my hand softly leading me up off the bed.

He led me to a small sofa that was sitting in the room, and a mirror was placed not to far in front of it. “What… are we doing?” I asked him curiously, not sure of what the man is planning. He wore a smirk on his face, looking over his shoulder to me. “You’ll see soon enough doll face.” he says, turning his head back around.

He sat on the sofa that the mirror was in front of. He snapped his fingers then pointed to me then next he pointed to the floor in front of him. I walked over, and sat on my knees on the ground facing him. “Turn around,” I did as the man said, and turned to face the mirror, looking at both of our bodies. My face flushed once more. He placed his fingers through my hair, sliding it all to one side, leaving the other side completely open. I could feel his breath against my neck, sending shivers all throughout my body. He placed a peck there and started to undo the hook of my bra in the back, taking it off, and tossing it to the side completely, not caring about where it lands. Leaving my chest fully exposed.

“Take them off.” he whispered in my ear, causing my eyes to open up wide. I started sliding down the hem fabric of my panties. I tossed them to the side, not caring about where they’re landing along with the matching bra. He reached his arms over my shoulder, long enough to touch my knees that were curled up to my chest. I looked at his hands, eyes half lifted. “Open them.” he commanded, tapping my legs. I slowly started to spread them open, revealing nothing but what was between them. He lifted my head up to look at us in the mirror.

My face was complete red, he had a smirk growing on his face. “Look at how pitiful yer look, a face so desperate to be touched.” I turned my gaze away from the mirror and he commanded me to look again. “Do yer wanna be touched doll face?” he asked. I was silent for a minute, nothing but thoughts about how bad I wanted this man to touch me. “I’ll ask ya again, yer got to let me know what yer want if yer want me to give it to yer. So what would it be beautiful?” he asked again. “I… I wanna be… touched…by you.” I could see through the mirror that damn smirk growing even bigger.

“There yer go.” he said, almost sounding like a whisper. He softly took his hand, and guided it to butterfly between my legs. He started to rub it a bit, I let out a moan of pleasure and tried to grab a hold of his hand but he slapped it away. I looked at him in shock through the mirror. “It’s my turn right now baby doll, wait patiently for yer turn.” he said, going back to rubbing it for a bit, it caught you by surprise when he inserted a finger inside of you. He was watching your reactions through the mirror, and you could feel his member hardening behind your neck. Is he getting off by watching and messing with me?

He placed a soft kiss, sucking on my neck, leaving trails of marks from him. He kept thrusting his fingers inside of me, with each hit causing me to gasp and moan, him hitting every good spot. I could feel myself building up, with my walls tightening around his fingers. As soon as he felt it, he took them right out. “Not so fast doll, cant have yer cumming without feeling with what yer was so curious about.” he said, smirking like an asshole.

He sat on the floor in front of me, spreading my legs apart. Small kisses up my thigh, making my breath hitch with every kiss that he’s getting near. He made his way up, breathing and kissing me down there, making my breath hitch again. He licked me and a soft moan escaped my lips. “Ngh, Shinji, that feels… amazing.” I breathed out slowly. His tongue along with the piercing felt too good. He grinned into me, and went back to licking me. My hands found their way to the top of his hair, gripping onto it.

After continuously licking on me, I felt myself building back up again, my legs barely lifting up. Toes curling with the feeling of pleasure running through my body. “Please, don’t stop Shinji…” I moaned out at the end, him hearing his name being moaned made him go even crazier. Sticking his tongue inside of me, made me felt too good. I grasped his hair a little bit tighter, letting him know that I was almost at my high. “Shinji, i’m… i’m about to…” my back arched, releasing the pleasure that was all built up inside of me.

I started to feel sensitive, and I tried pushing him away, “S-Shinji, that’s enough!” I gasped out, he finally gave in and backed away a bit, sliding his bangs back. “Sorry babe, just couldn’t help it, yer tasted so fucking good.” he says, licking the corner of his mouth, causing my face to heat up. I patted my cheeks, trying to regain some sense back into me.

He stood back up and made his way back to the couch and sat back down. I still sat in the floor, on my knees, but I turned around to face him. His cock was hard, in front of my face. I looked up at him, “Go ahead and have a taste doll face.” my face flustered, lifting my hand, and placing it around his member. He started to twitch from the touch of my hand, and I place a gentle kiss on the tip of it. He looked down at me, and looked back up to the mirror. His hands moved to my hair, pulling it back gently, to get the loose strands out of my face.

I licked him, getting a taste of the salty, but sweet skin. I opened my mouth, putting him down whole, inside of my throat. Shinji bit his lip, “Fuck, doll face, yer mouth feels so good… so warm.” he groaned out. No sounds but the gagging noises, every time my head goes down on him.

“I… don’t think i’m gonna… last much longer.” he said, gripping my hair tight, shoving me down more, causing tears to pour out of my eyes from the lack of oxygen. He pushed my head down one more time, releasing his warm, thick liquid inside of my mouth. After he finished, I felt snot pouring out of my nose and sweat dripping off my face along with the soft tears. I let his cock slowly make his way out of my mouth, panting, trying to regain the air I lost. I heard him panting, eyes were squint closed, feeling relieved from the pleasure.

I looked up at him, and I saw his eyes, half lidded, looking down at me. He leaned forward, wiping my tears away and snot around my nose off.

“Yer so beautiful doll.” he says, pulling my bangs out of my face, kissing my forehead. I blushed a bit, and stood up. He stood up along with me, gently grabbing my hand, helping guiding me to the bed that he now is laying on. I crawled into the bed beside him, laying down, placing a hand on his chest. He pulled the covers over us, turned towards me, placing a soft kiss on my nose. “I’ll take you home tomorrow, let’s get some rest okay?” all I could mumble was a “yeah.” and my eyelids where closed. Snuggled into his chest. Hearing his heart beat.

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shastafirecracker · 5 months ago

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I know I'm rather late to this meme, but could we get a snippet from 'wanna know how i got these scars' for the WIP meme?

Yeah! This was just a meandering character meditation on ways Vash might have gotten some of the biggest and nastiest of his scars, and his shifting relationship with his own body over the years as he starts to fear being seen. Honestly it's got some good stuff but it was so depressing to write that I wandered off from it. I put the whole first segment under the cut, with warning for graphic descriptions:

The first time it happens, his own hubris plays a big role in it.

It’s been years since he set off alone, even more since the Fall; he already has plenty of scars. Little ones. The kind that pair well with flirting, that look a little sexy. He doesn’t like getting hurt but he always heals up easy, fast, and without complications - and he kind of likes the scars that come afterwards. They feel like he earned something. Street cred, maybe. A little more bravery, a little more independence.

He’s been shot before - several of his scars are tiny pock marks or the thin line of a graze - so when he emerges from a firefight with a lot of unconscious hooligans and a hole in his gut, he doesn’t think too much of it. Well. He thinks of it because it hurts, sure. But he’s surrounded by an awful lot of previously rowdy men who have now been forcibly calmed down, and who all need some first aid. He gets to work, wincing whenever he has to bend in the middle. He’ll be fine in two or three days; it’ll just feel like someone sucker punched him for a while.

Vash owes his life to the settlers who refuse to let him leave town that night. They lavish him with praise, ply him with booze, sing drinking songs and substitute his name in them. He howls with laughter and dulls the pain in his abdomen with whiskey and cheer. He’ll be fine in a couple of days.

He’s always fine in a couple of days.

The lady who lets him stay in her spare room finds him after he doesn’t emerge for a full two days after getting shitfaced. The first day she’d dismissed as hangover. On the second day she started to notice a smell, went in to check on him.

He hadn’t let anyone see that he got shot; he’d developed that habit very early on. Doctors always got weird about how fast he heals. Besides, one of the reasons Vash is constantly reinforced in his belief that most humans are kind, is that when he gets hurt, it upsets them. He doesn’t like to see people upset, especially about something as trivial as his wounds!

After all, he’s always fine in a couple of days.

He’s delirious by the time the landlady gets the town doctor over to her house to see to his injury. By then it’s gone three days uncleaned and untreated. Vash has very little memory from then on, except for pain - ongoing agony, screaming boiling hot flesh-melting fever pain, every breath a spear impaling him, every moment of vision a drunken smeary mess of colors and blinding light and the open mouths of people telling him not to die, which is the hardest thing anyone’s ever asked him to do.

He loses six months to that one bullet and the ensuing septic shock and chronic infection. He gains his first railroad track, loses about a foot of intestine. He doesn’t know what would’ve happened if the surgeon had cut him open and found some weird, alien interior that they didn’t know how to fix.

When he recovers lucidity, the docs tell him it’s pure miracle that he survived. They’d never known any person to pull through after a total systemic infection like that. It hits him like another damn bullet to the gut: even now, he’s a miracle. Even this, this abject misery, is super-human.

He spends a month longer in bed than he needs to, after he’s recovered. He doesn’t talk. The locals are sympathetic, say sometimes when folks get hurt bad they can be like this - real quiet, real sad. Vash knows what depression is. But every time he thinks it, he makes it more real. So he tries not to think it.

One night he gets his things all packed up and leaves town. He doesn’t say anything to anyone, just disappears, tearing away from the bonds of many, many people who have seen him vulnerable and care about him deeply. Rip it clean and quick, like an adhesive bandage.

Beneath his shirt he’s very conscious of the pitted, puckered skin of a death-defying scar. This one doesn’t make him feel sexy or proud. It makes him feel sick and stupid for letting it happen. It makes his head swim. It makes him go to that dark, dark place in his mind, just like after the Fall, when all he can think about is how badly he wishes he could go back in time and do something different. It makes him regret.

So he’ll go somewhere new, and work on forgetting.

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ultimate-shipper-blog · 11 months ago

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The previous chapter:

Pt.3

So...this was normal right? Steve wasn't surprised anymore at his new normal. Should it surprise him that a woman in a wedding dress is sitting across from him in the back room of his shitty 9-5? Probably. But it doesn't. He doesn't know what to do with her though. She hasn't said a word, just keeps staring at him with large wet eyes. He zeroes in on her necklace. She's fiddling with it, twirling it around. It kind of reminds him of Eddie's guitar pick necklace but the colors are different. A mixture of yellow and blue and red.

It's getting a little too silent for his liking.

"Can you tell me your name?" Steve asks her as softly as he can.

"L-Lydia"

"Do you have a last name? Any family in town?"

"Well haha," she cuts off with a laugh. "You could say that." Her blue eyes almost seem to narrow afterwards like she's trying to read his mind. He hopes she doesn't have powers like El he can't exactly explain away anything more. She looks so familiar, if she was younger she'd look exactly like his mother as a child. He runs through a list of girls he's hooked up with and is thankful none of them have dropped off surprise babies. I mean could you imagine? Him? With kids while he's this young? Ha! Laughable.

...it's his dream.

"Can you tell me what you're doing here? I mean I don't understand why you asked for me." He tries not to think of the obvious white frilly elephant in the room.

"I'm in trouble and you were the first name I thought of."

Trouble?

"Your fiance? He hurt you?" He starts to push himself off the couch feeling overly protective of this girl. "And I know him? He mentioned me?" His fists clench.

"No! No! No! Not that kind of trouble I'm ok really!" She looks bashful now like she's embarrassed but she's looking at him with pride in her eyes. "Can you sit down again?"

She grabs his hands.

"I am here to help you Steve Harrington. I need you to trust me."

"I don't understand."

"I know how to stop Vecna."

His blood runs cold.

"No." He rips his hands out of hers. "Who are you? What are you? ROBIN!"

"No! Please! I'm here to help. You have to believe me!"

He can hear Robin outside arguing with a second voice.

"I'm from the future," she grabs him again trying to put her entire weight on him to stop him from leaving. "I'm not from the Upside Down I'm here to help!"

She's almost backing him up by the door, her eyes frantic.

"Please I thought you of all people would believe me!" She clinging onto him for dear life. He can't breathe. It can't be back. He was naive to think it was over.

The back door opens behind him and they both tumble to the floor.

"Woah, Stevie, the other girls weren't good enough you had to go for the married ones?" Eddie cackles from above him.

Lydia snaps her head up at the sound of his voice. Her entire face going pale. She looks nauseous.

"I have to go." She states seriously

"Wait! No! You-" she pushes past them and runs out of the store.

"Wow" Eddie says "I've never had that kind of reaction from a girl before."

"Shut it Munson call a code red."

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Lydia is at the Diner in town sipping on a chocolate milkshake when a familiar mop of hair approaches her.

"Hey"

She turns her head slowly at the sound, eyes glassy. She feels numb. Reality setting in. It played out differently in her head, she doesn't know what she should've expected. Her Pa to magically remember her? Years before she was even born? Before her parents even got together? She huffs out a breath and turns towards the voice that dares to interrupt her wallowing. What she's not expecting is to be face to face with her uncle. Well...face to shoulder...he's shorter at this age.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah holy shit is right!" Her Uncle Dustin looks upset, a little frown line forming between his brows. "You need to come with me."

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Hi guys! How're you liking this? It's the one thing I look forward to writing when I get off work. My schedule only has me writing small chapters sorry. I also have the ending already written before the rest.🫣 Please interact with this!!! I love reading your comments :)

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werecat1234 · 3 months ago

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Multiverse Madness Chapter Fifty

Dream hadn't been able to track down Killer or Ink, despite how much he looked. Killer was invisible to his detection, just like Ink was, and they were either setting things on fire in already negative timelines, or they were going to timelines that there was simply no other life there. Even after being out of the stone for so long, Dream still had troubles narrowing down negative emotions outside of sensing auras, which had grown more difficult, likely due to Bill doing something to mask Nightmare's and Shattered's presences. Out of any allies Nightmare could've made, Bill was probably the most difficult for Dream to deal with, a fact Nightmare probably enjoyed greatly.

Dream sighed, standing in front of a forest house in the Zephyrtop, whose occupants wouldn't be happy to know about what had happened to Ink. The house was in Zephyrtop, and it was... colorful, to say the least. It was a mix of gothic and circus, with primarily cobblestone walls with colorful banners around the windows. The door was wooden, painted red, and there was a smaller, Ink-sized door in the middle of it, the windowsills were white with blots of other colors, and the roof of the two-story house was purple shingles with bits of confetti on them.

Ink had personally made the house for the Gasters he considered his father figures, and from what Dream heard, it was common for some sort of renovation or add-on to be made when Ink got inspiration for it. Dream had met them before, and they got along well, but as far as Dream knew, Top and Aster weren't aware of what happened between him and Ink, or what happened to Ink afterwards... Dream looked behind himself, seeing Error coming through a glitching white portal, and he was confused.

"error? what are you doing here?- wait, how do you know where this is?" Dream asked.

"reaper won't leave me alone, and ink dragged me here sometimes after we truced." Error shrugged.

Dream had no idea about that, honestly, and as much as he wanted to ask more about it, he needed to talk with them. He'd been putting it off long enough, anyways...

"and you're here avoiding reaper because...?" Dream trailed off.

"i don't feel like dealing with him, i don't want to talk to him about something i don't remember, much less want anything to do with." Error replied, "also if ink texts again that might be useful?"

"actually.... yeah, that would be." Dream nodded, "do you want to go in?"

"i mean that's the point of this, right?" Error questioned, and Dream sighed before nodding a bit.

He stepped up to the door, reaching up and pressing the balloon-shaped doorbell, which played a circus music theme for a few seconds before it stopped. The door opened, a Gaster standing there, who Dream recognized as Top. He was wearing a purple suit with mint green cuffs, a light yellow undershirt, a light blue tie, and black shoes.

"Hm? Oh, Dream, Error! Come in!" Top invited, opening the door for them, Dream stepping in first, and Error following him after a moment.

The inside of the house was also colorful, with a fluffy colorful carpet, which was black with splotches of color all over, or maybe it was a bunch of colors with splotches of black?... Dream didn't think he would ever be sure. The walls were cobblestone, and had several shelves lining them, most being pictures, but there was a lot of dragon sculptures, and there was countless knickknacks scattered all over the shelves. It was almost cluttered, but in a way that was homey and inviting. The living room was right ahead, with a dark purple couch with different black designs all over it, glitter in the black patterns. There were two recliners with the same designs, which were on either side of a cobblestone fireplace across from the couch. There was a black wood coffee table in front of the couch, colorful balloon coasters on it, and Top led them into the living room. Error sat down on one of the recliners, and Dream sat down on the other, watching as Top went over to a staircase over to his right.

"Aster! Dream and Error are here!" Top called out.

"Coming!" Aster replied, and Top headed back over to the living room, sitting down on the couch.

A moment later, Aster came down the stairs, wearing his black cloak, the edges outlined in light yellow on the top, fading down to light purple past his waist. His hood was down, he had two metal spikes on either shoulder, the bottom half of his sleeves were wide, tattered, and the purple on the insides. He was wearing brown gloves, mostly hidden under his sleeves, and he was wearing a beige sweater under his cloak. The bottoms of his cloak split off into three pieces on either side, the front ones having a purple and light yellow symbol at the tops.

He was wearing black pants, beige tall socks, and black boots, white had two purple straps on the bottoms and one at the tops. Aster also had a tail, skeletal and splitting off into two ends at the tip, and he wore a large black scarf that came from under his hood, but the scarf looked like feathery wings, and might even act as wings. The lines Gasters typically had were more damaged than normal, splitting off into shatter-like cracks, and his left eye socket contained a white diamond eyelight, his right eyelight a circle.

"I'm surprised to see you so soon, Error, and without Ink inviting you here." Aster noted as he sat next to Top, and Error grumbled a bit.

"sure, 'inviting' me is one way to put it..." Error mumbled.

"Speaking of, I haven't seen Ink in a while; is he ok?" Top asked, and Dream and Error exchanged glances, "I know he was upset about your falling out after Blue, but he's normally never gone for this long, even with how forgetful he can be..."

"umm... about that..." Dream trailed off, mournful, and he looked down, "something... something happened...."

"What happened?" Aster asked, growing tense, and Top put his hand on his, gently squeezing it to reassure him.

"after our umm... falling out... ink got captured... it was another version of me, but like nightmare, and he... he did something to him..." Dream frowned, looking down at his lap.

"Is he hurt?" Aster asked, his tail starting to lash, scarf ruffling up, and Top looked between him and Dream, concerned.

"well, he was pretty messed up the first time he showed up, covered in-" Error started to not even slightly gently explain, and Dream cut him off.

"he isn't as bad as he was before! something happened to him mentally, though. he hasn't drank his vials in weeks, error found them in an au, or what was left of it, and he's still going... he hasn't been immobilized yet..." Dream informed.

"That's.... odd..." Top said, "I've seen him without them before, and it didn't take long for him to lose his colors. Me and Aster had to have him drink them again in order to help him, but otherwise nothing worked. You said he's been like this for weeks?"

"yes." Dream verified.

". . . How bad is he hurt? And be honest with me." Aster left no room for refusals, and Dream frowned.

"i don't know the full extent. fresh said his left arm was messed up, though, but it seemed mostly healed, just scarred." Dream answered.

". . . What's this other version's name?" Aster questioned.

"he's been calling himself shattered." Dream replied.

"The next time you see Shattered, call me. I'll have Betelgeuse ready." Aster said.

"aster, he's-" Dream started to try talking him out of it.

"I don't care if he's powerful, he hurt my son." Aster's tail was definitely lashing now.

"Zeph, I know you're upset, believe me, I am too, but we can't rush into things. We'll need a plan.... which means me and you are going to skip game night and start making revenge plots." Top told him, and Aster smiled a bit.

"Oh yes we are." Aster agreed.

"you're gonna have to count in getting around ink, too. shattered basically turned him into a puppet. he's gonna be like a guard dog to that freak, and i don't think he'll hesitate to hurt you." Error informed.

"as much as i don't like it, error's right... i haven't seen ink hesitate to hurt anyone, including me... i've never seen him like this before, and i... if i could hate, i would hate this..." Dream's hands shook, and he looked down at them as he folded them in his lap.

"We'll get him back. Me and Aster will help you however we can." Top informed, "Just tell us when you find him, and we'll bring him home."

"good luck with that. ink's been a slippery little brat." Error huffed, "me and fresh were chasing him for a while earlier, and once we finally managed to corner him, he put up a fight. speaking of, he doesn't hold back anymore, and he's been... acting..."

"Acting?" Top asked, "Did he inherit my theatrics ability?"

"Babe, he's adopted-" Aster started.

"Shhhhhh." Top shushed softly, pressing a finger to his mouth.

Aster's cheekbones turned purple, and Top planted a quick kiss on his mouth, causing the color to darken. Dream personally found it adorable, and Error was just looking off to the side, quiet. Dream could still sense Error's emotions, some of which were pretty... complicated. Error had mixed feelings towards Reaper, half of him feeling a sense of affection towards him, and the other half of him hated that half and the emotion it made him feel. It was strange to sense, to say the least, but Error was strangely hiding his emotions well.

Once Top pulled his finger away, Aster's blush settled, and he asked, "What did you mean acting?"

"he's acting like he has emotions, even though he doesn't. he lets the act drop sometimes, but it's still freaky. he acts like he enjoys what he's doing. doesn't matter what it is. not to mention him acting sadistic and like a brat." Error described.

"That... definitely isn't like him." Top frowned.

"He may not care for everyone, only having a few he holds dear, but he's never enjoyed someone suffering..." Aster frowned.

"exactly. dream hasn't really seen it yet, which lucky him, but ink's still a brat." Error huffed.

"error, he's their son-" Dream started.

"and he's being a brat." Error cut him off.

"he's their son and he's not thinking clearly." Dream knew Error talking about Ink's behavior like this couldn't be easy to hear.

"obviously, because he's being a brat." Error responded, and Dream sighed.

"I'm sure he'll be back to normal soon." Top spoke up, "We'll help get him back, get him his vials, and kick Shattered's coccyx while we're at it." Top said.

"i hope so..." Dream mumbled.

Ink teleported himself and Dust to the abandoned genocide timeline he told Killer about, and his bones were rattling with energy. The coffee had seemed like a good idea at the time, Ink having needed something to stay awake. However, he was regretting it as he had nowhere to go with that energy, and that wasn't helping. It reminded him of his yellow paint which he no longer needed, but he felt nothing emotionally, yet physically he felt too much. He felt like he could do anything, like he could run through an entire AU from the Ruins to the Barrier, like he could fight even the strongest being and take them to Shattered, if that's what his boss wanted him to do. He felt unstoppable, but he knew he wasn't. He was hyper, not ignorant of his limits. Shattered taught him better than that. He looked around the AU, seeing Killer teleport near them before walking over.

"hey, killer!" Dust greeted, heading over to him, and they met in the middle.

"hey, dusty! ink got into the caffeine, huh?" Killer smirked.

"yeah." Dust sighed, "i told violet that it was a bad idea."

"he doesn't have good ideas often." Ink remarked.

"no kidding. heh, you almost look like a regular sans with how dilated your eyelights are." Killer remarked.

Ink tilted his skull at that, and Killer grabbed his knife, showing Ink his reflection. His eyelights were wide, and they were shaking slightly.

"oh." Ink hummed, looking around.

Those trees all looked extremely climbable, like he could race up one, jump down and climb up another, if he didn't leap to another tree from the first one he climbed-

"woah woah woah, buddy." Killer grabbed his arm, and Ink realized he'd started running towards the trees, "take it easy, ok?"

"yeah, you passed out as soon as shattered came to get us, you woke up, and then you drank coffee to stay awake. you might feel energized, but you could still get hurt if you're sluggish." Dust agreed.

"so no trees?" Ink made himself sound disappointed.

"no trees." Killer denied, and Ink made himself frown.

"i can heal from anything." Ink pointed out.

"that doesn't mean you should have to." Dust told him.

Ink was quiet at that, looking off to the side, and he asked, "then can we set snow on fire?"

"snow's not flammable, pal." Killer informed, "we've already tried it."

"damn." Ink cursed quietly.

"but those trees are." Dust said.

"do you just want to set them on fire so i can't climb them?" Ink asked.

". . . let's start a forest fire!" Killer changed the subject, Dust silent, and Ink guessed the answer was a yes.

"can we make s'mores with the fire?" Ink questioned.

"i don't think you need more sugar, ink." Dust told him, "seems risky."

"what's the worst that could happen?" Killer asked.

". . ." Dust gave him a blank look.

". . . fair point." Killer sighed.

"what was the point?" Ink tilted his skull.

"that you don't need more energy." Killer replied, and Ink made himself pout.

"you don't gotta pout, y'know." Killer informed.

"i thought people were supposed to be annoying when hyper?" Ink questioned.

". . . ok fair." Killer relented.

"any tips?" Ink asked him.

"yeah, killer would know." Dust snickered, receiving a playful elbow from Killer.

"no, you would know, little brother~" Killer responded.

"you're literally being annoying right now!" Dust informed.

"nuh uh!" Killer denied.

"you can't resort to nuh uh every time!!" Dust snapped.

"yuh uh!" Killer grinned.

"killer, i swear to god!!!" Dust glared, and Killer snickered.

Ink tried taking the chance to get to a tree, thinking climbing just one wouldn't be a problem, but Killer was still gently but firmly holding his arm, preventing Ink from leaving. He was so filled with energy, and yet he couldn't get it out while Dust and Killer bickered like siblings. He wasn't impatient per say, but his bones thrummed with the need to move, the urge to get the caffeine out of his body, and he tried pulling Killer towards the trees, but the taller skeleton had his feet firmly planted in the snow. Ink tried more insistently, starting to run, only to find himself going nowhere, lifted off of the ground and held in the air. Ink turned his skull to glare at him a bit, and Killer just smirked at him.

Ink made himself sigh, "you've got to be kidding me."

Killer chuckled, putting him down, only to lift him back up once Ink tried running again.

"not so fast, pal. i know ya wanna burn off energy, sure, but you gotta stay in our sight. reality's abducted us before, he might try it with you, and there's no way of tracking you." Killer pointed out, and Ink sighed again.

"how is there any guarantee he'd be watching?" Ink asked.

"how is there any guarantee he's not?" Killer countered, and Ink looked off to the side.

He had a point...

"ok, fine..." Ink relented.

"paps has a point, we could do laps around snowdin." Dust spoke up, and Ink looked over at him.

Shattered instructed him not to tell Dust that 'Papyrus' was just a hallucination, and that he wasn't real, so Ink stayed quiet. Most Dusts and Murders hallucinated their dead brothers in different ways. Some were created from grief, some were magic constructs created by the wants and desires of the soul, twisted by LV to be horrific and twisted as the minds who brought them to existence, and were visible to others, mainly monsters with LV or who had a bond.

Others were actually able to manifest from leftover magic from Papyrus himself, latched onto the Sans's soul, but they were fragments of who the skeleton had been, or twisted by LV. Ink knew a Dusttale Sans in the Omega Timeline that came from a variant like this; he was in the popular band there, if he remembered correctly. He was, Ink knew he was; he could never forget a second when he was like this.

"what about the arson?" Ink questioned.

"oh that's the fun part. run around with a molotov and throw it if you have a good shot at something. then run around the flames." Dust smirked, and Ink nodded.

"sounds like a plan to me, dusty." Killer agreed, and so they started.

The three of them went to the Grillby's, grabbing every bottle of liquor there, along with all of the curtains and bedsheets from the Sans's and Papyrus's house, and they made mototovs using some lighters they found. Despite Ink not being able to forget anything, the next half hour passed in a blur, Ink, Dust, and Killer running all over the town, teleporting back to the bottles they'd lined up, grabbing them, and continuing. By the end, when Ink had burned off most off the energy, him, Killer, and Dust regrouped, most of the town in flames. Dust made a large pile of snow before sitting down on it, Killer doing the same, and Ink followed suit. Dust grabbed one of the unused bottles, popping the lid off, and taking a drink.

"couldn't help yourself, could ya?" Killer teased, grabbing a bottle for himself.

"why do you drink that stuff, anyways?" Ink asked.

"eh, habit?" Dust shrugged, "used to be a crutch for a long time, and it still kinda is, even if killing doesn't bother me anymore. high lv does that to you."

"but your first kills get to you?" Ink guessed, and Dust looked down.

". . . yeah. sometimes the voices get loud and the screams get louder. the booze drowns it out, and otherwise the lv does a good job... if it doesn't wear off too fast..." Dust looked off to the side.

"lv is addictive for that reason. it makes your pain lessen, but as you get more of it, it causes more pain, and then you need more lv to take it away, if only for a little." Ink said, looking down at the snow, "by the time those afflicted realize it, they can't stop. they just want the pain to stop, so they keep killing, relentless, trying to end their own suffering the only way they know how. it isn't just the power it gives you, it's the relief."

Ink looked up to see Killer and Dust looking at him in mild surprise, and Ink stayed quiet, unsure of what else to say.

". . . that's.. actually really accurate..." Dust admitted, looking away again.

"i know everything about the multiverse, i know what lv does to people. it's one of the main fundamental facts that makes up the multiverse itself, with how influential lv can be in scripts. it exists in every au." Ink mentioned.

"scripts?" Killer asked.

"it's how an au is supposed to go; the events that take place. every timeline is another script, created by differing events. your scripts were.... unfortunate, but there's countless others like you, with countless variants. there would be more if error hadn't destroyed so many, but there's still so many regardless." Ink explained.

"huh... so we just drew the short stick, huh?" Killer questioned.

"depends on how you look at it." Ink shrugged, "you could've ended up much worse."

"that's... totally reassuring." Dust attempted, and Ink made himself laugh a bit.

"how many timelines did nightmare and dream have?" Killer asked.

"only one, this one. granted there were other alternative ways things could have gone, but each of those timelines is in an alternate multiverse." Ink answered, "some aus just simply have one set path per multiverse; one script. dreamtale is one of those."

"that has to help dream's ego, having his damn au named after him." Dust grumbled.

"what's your beef with dream, anyways?" Killer questioned, "you never said."

"huh... i guess i never told you..." Dust mumbled, taking a long drink of the alcohol in his hand, finishing the bottle, "you wanna know?"

"uh... yes!" Killer replied, "the first time you saw him you were pissed!"

". . ." Dust sighed, "alright, alright. well, i actually knew dream before nightmare even showed up." That was a surprise to Ink. "he showed up thinking i was the threat, and he helped that damn thing that was killing everyone over and over."

". . . what?" Ink asked.

"yeah." Dust sighed, fists clenching after discarding the bottle by throwing it into the forest, "he kept interfering when i'd try beating the human to the kills, he'd fight me, which gave them enough time to kill whoever i was trying to kill while we were fighting, and then he'd help them stop me at the end."

"that..." Ink didn't know what to say to that.

That didn't sound like Dream at all. It might've been some form of imposter; the multiverse was full of shapeshifters, and Ink could think of a large number who had it out for Dream and would try souring his reputation, but he wasn't about to say that. If Dust hated Dream, that wasn't Ink's problem. Shattered would actually view it as useful, so Ink didn't deny anything Dust said.

"wait, seriously? no wonder you're so pissed at that guy!" Killer responded.

"yeah, between that and what he did to cross, i hate his nonexistent guts." Dust grumbled, and Killer looked off to the side with narrowed eye sockets.

"what'd he do to cross?" Ink asked, admittedly curious.

"he didn't tell you that either?" Dust questioned, and Ink shook his skull no.

"well, after cross joined, him and dream went off on their own, remember that?" Dust started, and Ink nodded, "well, turns out dream messed with his head; tried turning him on us."

"he just said he talked to him to me." Ink mentioned.

"he lied." Dust said, angry, but it wasn't directed at Ink, "after that fight cross was off; different, and then nightmare figured out what happened. killer had to help nightmare help cross, which entailed fighting him."

Ink wasn't sure what to say to that. It didn't sound like Dream either, but this couldn't have been a shapeshifter. Maybe Ink wasn't the only one lying during the duration of their friendship. Dream had abandoned him, after all, so maybe he didn't know Dream as much as he'd thought he had. If he had emotions, that would probably hurt a bit, but he didn't, so all he felt was cold indifference to it.

"yeah, that... that wasn't a fun day..." Killer sighed, and Ink realized how tired he'd been getting.

His eye sockets were heavy, and his limbs were heavier. He couldn't sleep without Shattered nearby, though. He knew how much Shattered wanted to protect him when he was vulnerable, and how much that might be needed. His boss was the best...

"i think i'm going to head back to the castle, see if shattered's back yet." Ink informed, making himself get up before he grew too tired to do so.

"you ok?" Dust asked.

"yeah, just tired." Ink nodded, stumbling a little, but he steadied himself as Killer and Dust got up to help him.

"you need me to teleport you back?" Killer offered.

"no, i've got it, thank you..." Ink denied, grabbing Broomie from it's sash, "see you around?"

"yeah, see you." Killer agreed, and Ink teleported himself back to Shattered's castle, not missing the look the exchanged as he left.

Ink appeared back in Shattered's castle, looking around tiredly as he wished Shattered could have stayed earlier to let him sleep. Shattered had had to take care of something at that Predatortale AU, and had had Ink wake up so he could deal with it. He was still behaving strangely, as ever since the attacks, Shattered had been acting weird, and Ink didn't like it.

He'd seen Shattered angry, he'd seen him happy, he'd seen him happy and angry, but he'd never seen him like this. He didn't know how to handle it, and he didn't like that fact. Ink walked through the root hallways, heading to his room, where Shattered had informed him he'd be waiting before he'd gone to Predatortale. Ink's movements were still somehow managing to grow more and more sluggish, his feet practically dragging on the floor as he approached his room.

The hallway spun slightly, and Ink held himself up on one of the walls, standing there and waiting for the dizziness to pass. Once it did, he kept walking, nearing his room, and he finally reached the door, pushing it open. Shattered was already sitting on the bed, his back resting against the headboard, and Ink walked further into the room, closing the door behind himself.

Ink started to bow, remembering the requirement after taking a few steps in, but he lost his balance, starting to fall. Luckily for him, Shattered caught him, extending his tentacles to catch him before he hit the ground. Ink looked up at him, giving him a tired expression of thanks, and Shattered lifted him up with his tentacles, putting him at the end of the bed.

"you don't need to bow this time, ink. not when you can barely walk." Shattered informed, an amused smirk on his face.

Ink nodded a bit, crawling over to him, something that made Shattered's smirk grow, and Ink tucked himself snugly against Shattered's right leg, his skull pressed against Shattered's hip, resting on his upper femur. Shattered pulled a fluffy black blanket over him, and as exhausted as he was, he still wanted to know why Shattered had been acting strange earlier. He seemed to be in a good mood now, but otherwise he'd been... off.

"boss?" Ink spoke up, looking up at him, and Shattered's amber eyelight looked down at him.

"yes, ink?" Shattered responded.

"why were you acting weird after the attacks?" Ink asked, and Shattered looked off to the side, "am i allowed to ask about that?"

Shattered sighed, "you are, i suppose, despite it being... complicated. i'd prefer you didn't ask about it; it's nothing you need to worry about, ink. i'm fine."

Shattered rubbed his skull reassuringly, despite the fact that Ink couldn't even feel concerned or worried, just confused. The look on his face was similar to the ones Dream had always had, as much as Ink tried to ignore that fact, but with the same attire, Ink found it difficult not to make comparisons.

"boss? why do you look like dream, even though you're nothing like him?" Ink questioned.

"well, it's mainly a way of pissing him off." Shattered smirked as he answered, before tilting his skull, asking, "why do you ask?"

"i was just curious." Ink replied.

"you didn't think i had the same fashion sense as my brother, did you?" Shattered chuckled, and Ink made himself smile a bit, but it showed how forced it was more than he wanted it to.

"no, boss." Ink shook his skull no.

"good. i still can't believe he can dress like a hobo and wear a crown like that." Shattered said, and Ink made himself laugh at Shattered's joke.

He was allowed to laugh at Shattered's jokes, just not at Shattered himself.

Shattered's form shifted after a few moments, rippling, altering his clothes. After a moment, the process was finished, with Shattered wearing a black sweater and pants, an amber belt around his waist, and a black vest appeared above his shirt, with dark amber cuffs and edges. There was a flare up around his neck, which faded to dark amber, and his shoulders were dark amber as well. Ink glanced down, seeing he had high heeled boots now, which were black with dark amber around the tops and in the soles and heels. Nightmare was probably going to hate that Shattered was taller than him now. Oh well.

"i wish i could've stayed here so you could sleep earlier, but things came up." Shattered told him after looking at him for a moment.

"it's ok, boss." Ink reassured him, eye sockets heavier.

"still, you poor thing..." Shattered cupped his cheekbone, his thumb rubbing under one of Ink's eye sockets, where Ink knew there was a dark mark present from his exhaustion, "you didn't sleep enough last night?"

"error and fresh chasing me and dust wore me out, so did killing the monsters in those aus... the fight with fresh took most of what was left of my stamina..." Ink explained, "the coffee kept me awake longer, though."

"ah, i see. an eventful day then, huh?" Shattered observed, and Ink nodded, "well, at least it's over now, and you can get your rest."

Ink wrapped an arm around Shattered's waist, something that made Shattered grin, and Ink said, "thank you, boss."

"of course, ink." Shattered smiled, petting Ink's skull, "you've earned it."

"boss?" Ink spoke up again.

"yes?" Shattered asked.

"what did you need to do in predatortale before?" Ink questioned.

"oh that? you'll see soon enough, don't worry." Shattered smirked, "well actually, you can't worry, so just don't let it occupy too much of that head of yours."

Shattered lightly tapped on Ink's skull for emphasis, and Ink nodded.

"of course not, boss." Ink pulled himself closer, and Shattered grinned down at him.

"good boy. now, get some sleep. you need it, after all." Shattered purred, and Ink felt his exhaustion grow exponentially at the word 'sleep'.

It was likely from Shattered using his sleeping magic on Ink to make him sleep, so Ink didn't resist it, letting it swallow him. He closed his eye sockets, feeling Shattered petting his skull, and he felt his body go figuratively boneless. Shattered chuckled, the sound seeming faint, and that was the last thing Ink processed before he fell fast asleep.

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‧₊˚໒꒱ honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up... pt.1

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~ characters : leo valdez x jason grace

~ synopsis : jason, who was at that time helping out at camp jupiter, invited leo to catch up at a coffee shop. but after a while, jason got tired of leo chatting away. so he shut him up. with a kiss. he avoided him for a while, as long as he could. he wasn't ready to come to terms with his feelings. but leo couldn't shut up about it.

~ tw(s): gays? (please note that i just finished The Lost Hero, so this will mostly be based on my knowledge from there? will put more detail in AN. also ik he dies. let me enjoy my fanfic in peace. none of this is canon)

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"pipes!" leo exclaimed, anxiety brimming his voice. the girl looked up. she was flipping through a book, sitting on leo's bed, when she saw leo. he had actually took a shower, and was drying out his curls. he was holding up two shirts, one dark purple, the other a shade of gray.

"what do you want?" she grumbled, putting the book down to look at the two options.

"i'm going to go see jason today, he wants to hang out. which shirt should i wear?" he asked, pacing the floor. piper and jason had broken up a year ago, around the time the 16yo latino had developed a small crush on the blonde. ok. maybe not so small. but jason had asked him to go get coffee with him, and of course he said yes. but he was so focused on trying to win the boy over.

piper let out a small sigh, and got up, raising her eyebrows at leo. "why'd you decide on these colors?" she asked, pulling at the fabrics. leo blushed, and glanced between the colors.

"well, jason is from camp jupiter, so i thought he might like it if i wore the purple. but the gray is a very neutral color, and it looks good on me." he stumbled out, his words smashing together as he let out long lines of stutters. leo always talked fast, but when he was nervous, boy you could hardly understand him. his texan and spanish accents came out, causing his words to be even more confusing. piper had figured this out though, and was used to it.

"well, which one are you more comfortable in?" she asked, taking long looks at each shirt, each one with a graphic design on it. she looked at leo funny, since they both had puns on them. "maybe you shouldn't wear either." she answered her own question under her breath. leo sighed and tapped his foot impatiently.

"piper! i don't have anything else good to wear!" he spouted, and she smiled.

"come over to my cabin. i'll whip something up for you." she smirked, and walked out of the room, watching to see if leo would follow.

he did.

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leo was impatiently waiting outside of the coffee shop. it was a cool autumn day, the breeze flowing in and out of the place, the smell of cinnamon and sugar wafting out. piper had shoved him into a dusty maroon sweater, and washed out jeans. jason had gifted him a fidget spinner for his birthday, so that's what he was playing with to keep him occupied. piper had told him to text all the details afterwards, so he waited, wondering if jason would even show up.

they planned to meet at new rome, since it would be easier for jason since he was already busy. leo stood nervously, still on edge about the romans. he continued felt bad about the incident that happened when they first arrived. he kept spinning the toy, looking around for jason. he hoped he'd hurry.

a couple minutes later, leo recognized a figure walking up to him. a tall blonde wearing a blue t-shirt and sweats walked up to him, grinning. he adjusted his glasses, and took a deep breath.

"hey leo, you good?" he murmured, seeing leo fluster at him. he looked away, and nodded.

"yeah, of course. let's go in, yeah?" he said, opening the door for jason, who smiled and walked in.

it was much warmer inside, and the smell of pastries filled their noses. a pretty waitress offered them a small corner booth, and they sat down, thanking her. after a bit of silence, jason started to speak.

"so, how's everything at the camp?" he asked, flipping the menu the lady had handed him. leo blinked, registering what he'd said.

"oh, its great! percy and annabeth are on a quest right now, and me and piper have fit in greatly with our siblings. and drew has finally calmed down, and she and piper get along like best of friends. i finally hung up festus in my cabin, and all my siblings take turns polishing him, an-" leo rambled, but stopped after hearing jason breathe heavily. he stopped and sighed, watching the scar on jason's lip curl. "everything's fine." he sat back and crossed his arms defensively.

"oh... okay?" jason muttered, then shook it off. the woman came back, offering to take drink orders. jason ordered a peppermint tea and leo ordered a strawberry tea. neither of them actually wanted coffee. leo's adhd couldn't take it.

"how about you?" leo asked, eager to hear his voice. jason thought for a bit, playing with the menu again. something must've been on his mind.

"it's been fine. hazel and frank are doing well too. and... octavians shut up more." he said the last part more quietly, but looked at leo, a small smile on his lips. leo smiled back. they got their drinks minutes later, and he took long sips. they sat in silence for 5, 10 minutes, before leo decided to break it.

"um, so, why did you ask me to come here?" he asked, confused. jason put down his cup, equally confused.

"what do you mean...?" he asked.

"well, you know, i thought you wanted to talk... but it doesn't seem that way. this whole time you've been quiet." the other boy noticed, and took another sip of his drink. jason frowned.

"i just don't have anything to say." he responded, slightly agitated at leo's words.

"are you sure? because it seems more like you just don't want to talk to me. i just wanted to hang out with you!" leo yelped, shoving his arms to his sides. his accents were starting to come out, messing up his words. jason growled slightly, upset undertones coming up. he flashed an angry grimace. people started to notice their conversation.

"w-what are you talking about?" he said, using his hands for more emotion. leo rolled his eyes.

"like earlier! i was just trying to tell you about what was going on at camp, but you seemed irritated, huffing at my words. you did that thing where your lip curls when you get upset, and i thought that must've meant that you didn't want talk-"

"leo, stop, people are looking."

"no! i'm upset! jason, why won't you just have a normal conversation with me! it's like y-" leo would've continued, if he wasn't interrupted. by jasons lips.

jason had leaned over the small table, which was about a foot wide, and grabbed leo's head harshly. and shoved a kiss on him. leo gasped audibly, but stayed in the kiss, shocked. jason had his eyes closed, and they stayed like that for what felt to leo like minutes, but really it was less than a few seconds. then jason sat back, flushed. he hadn't realized what he'd just done. he stood up.

"shut it. y-you whine too much." he said, and threw cash on the table. "tell the waitress i'm paying." he muttered, and walked out of the cafe. families and campers stared at leo, but he couldn't care.

what just happened?

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jason stormed out of the cafe, and once he got outside, he ran. he heard thunder above him, but he couldn't focus on it. once he was blocks away, he stopped, leaned up against a wall, and blushed. he hid his face in his hands.

what in the hades did he just do?

"that was so stupid..." he muttered, knowing what he did was so weird. he didn't like leo. why did he kiss him? he wasn't exactly sure why he just, he just... kissed him. why didn't he just tell him to shut up again? why did he kiss him?!

with all the thoughts rushing through his head, he walked as he thought. following the road in front of him, he stumbled by a bakery called 'venus's goods'. a thought lit up in his brain, and he pulled his phone out, his hands shaking. he then proceeded to type in some numbers, and pull the phone to his ear.

"hello?" a heavy, female voice asked. jason bit his lip, and took a deep breath.

"hi pipes. i need your help." he answered.

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leo was still too stunned to figure out what was going on. he paid the bill, and apologized to the waitress. he then got up and walked outside, shaking a little. he was too surprised to react to the insult jason had thrown at him.

as he stood outside, he pressed his fingers to his lips, remembering the kiss jason had given him. he shook the thought. he pulled out his phone to call piper, but was sent straight to voicemail. he shoved his phone back in his pocket, and decided to walk a bit, let his thoughts travel.

jason had kissed me. he knew that. but was it romantic? no, it was to get me to shut up. then why didn't he just tell me to be quiet again? did jason even like me as a friend? didn't he like hearing my voice? should i shut up more often? maybe i should.. thoughts swirled around him, and it made him dizzy. he stopped at a local bakery shop with a roman goddesses name to pick up a snack, thinking that he didn't want to go back to camp half-blood yet. he needed to think.

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jason was walking around pipers cabin, avoiding the clumps of makeup and clothes on the ground. she had her mouth dropped open as she sat on her bunk.

"what do you mean you kissed him?" she exclaimed, still trying to process what had happened.

"just that! i kissed him. i did it to shut him up, but... do i like him?" he responded, flushing as he kept thinking and talking. his legs were hurting, but he needed to keep himself on his feet.

"... do you?" she asked, biting her lip. she was unbraiding and rebraiding her hair, a nervous tic she'd picked up. jason groaned and shook his head.

"i don't know! i-i mean i don't think so, but... UGH." he said, hitting his head with his palm. "i mean, he's nice, but boys? is that for me?" he said, starting to spiral and ramble himself off.

piper was a little irritated. why did she have to be the boys cupid? but she loved both of them, and tried to help.

"did you like it?" she asked, trying to pry information out of him. he froze a little, unsure how to answer.

"i... i didn't dislike it." he muttered sheepisly. she nodded, listening to what he had to say.

"would you do it again?" piper asked.

"..." jason paused. "i think so." he said. she smirked a little.

"hmm. do you want to tell him that?" she asked, fighting to not spill everything. leo trusted her, and she knew that. jason anxiously shook his head.

"no way in tartarus am i ever telling him! i don't want to ruin our friendship by saying 'oh yeah by the way leo, i wanna kiss you again'. that would be so awkward! what if he doesn't feel that way?" jason rambled, irritated since he couldn't just figure this out. he groaned, and stopped pacing.

"i'm gonna go. i need time to think." he muttered, and stood at the door. "tell a single soul and i will kill you." he responded, turning away. "i need to pay a visit to chiron, so i'll see you later" he walked out.

"uh, ok, bye jason?" piper yelled after him, unsure what just happened. of course she wouldn't tell anyone. not even leo. she sighed, and laid down on her bed, and groaned. why did she have to deal with these two boys.

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leo arrived back at camp, holding a box of pastries for him and piper, when he passed by the main house, seeing jason shake hands with chiron. he hid quickly behind a tree, waiting for jason to leave.

finally, he did, and started walking the opposite direction of leo.

"JASON! WAIT" he yelled, running after him. jason turned, with a horrid expression on his face. he turned back around and took off. he wasn't faster than leo, but could pace better. so once leo quickly grew weary, he was unable to catch up. "jason!" he yelled, one final attempt to talk to him. he needed to understand what had just happened. he found himself in front of the aphrodite cabin, and knocked on the door frame. "pipes, i need to talk to you!" he cried, shaking the pastry box.

"who is it?" she angrily groaned. he felt a little hurt, and peeped his head in.

"leo," he said, showing the box. "i brought food." she sat up quickly, and leo thought it must've been the mention of snacks.

"leo! come in!" she ran over to him, and grabbed his arm. she pulled him to sit on the bed with her. "what's up?" she asked, just a little too eager. he bit his lip, and looked down at his fingers, which had traces of powdered sugar on them. the box sat between them two, and piper started to open the boxes, inspecting the food. she couldn't sit through two of these without food.

"something weird happened..." he started, attempting to explain what happened with a reason. there wasn't one. piper looked at him knowingly, but stuffed her mouth with a croissant.

"what do you mean?" she asked, her words muffled through a doughy treat. he sighed.

"well, you know how i was going to go see jason...?" he recalled the situation, piper fixated on his words.

"yeah, that was all your twinkself could talk about," she teased, but stopped once she noticed the confused and serious expression on leo's face.

"while we were talking, he got mad that i was rambing on, and..." he paused, and took a deep breath, nervous to say the words. "he... he kissed me." he muttered, fidgeting with his spinner.

"hmm. how do you feel?" she asked, attempting to help her friend. he looked her in the eyes, and she could immediately read him.

"i dont know. he did it to shut me up, and told me to stop whining afterwards. i... i wanted to kiss him one day, but not like this." he said sadly, looking at his lap. piper felt a little bad, so close to admitting jasons feelings. but she held back.

"well... how did you feel about the kiss itself?" she asked, trying to keep leo in his mind about his emotions. he shook his head, and took a deep breath.

"he... he kissed me in a way that..." he paused, collecting his thoughts. "he kissed me in a way that made me understand the difference between the greek and roman fighting tactics... i... yeah" he muttered, blushing. piper was a little confused.

"what?"

"he... he gripped my hair. and held me. it was a painful kiss, yes, but it... it had..." he thought for the word. "passion?" he said sheepishly. piper fought to roll her eyes about these two simps.

"hmm, i think i understand that." she answered finally. they paused for a bit, eating away at the pastries. then she spoke up.

"do you think he did it out of romantic feelings? because that kiss doesn't seem platonic." she answered, smirking slightly. she hoped leo didn't notice.

"i dunno. he kissed me to shut me up. after a petty argument. i doubt he liked me romantically. i think i'd be able to tell." he spat. she held back, realizing this was a soft topic for leo. he didn't have much luck in the romance department. she reached her hand out, rubbing his shoulder reassuringly.

"i think everything will work out fine, ok?" she said, smiling. he nodded, wanting to believe her. he hoped she wasn't charmspeaking him.

"yeah, i hope so too."

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hello everyone! thank you so much for reading my fics and getting this far! wow, this one was quite a long one, and there will be more parts. this is one of my fave ships. it is sorta difficult to write, without making them seem ooc. but i hope you enjoyed it, and feel free to request fics. also, remember, i am CURRENTLY reading hoo, i know a bit of what happens thought since i've read the series, but it was two years ago and i have bad memory. also, YES I DID QUOTE RWRB WHEN LEO TALKS ABT THE KISS LMAO. but i'm glad you've stuck around, thanks <3. pt.2 coming out soon!!

#leo valdez x jason grace #valgrace #fanfic #pjo fanfic #hoo fanfic #gay #mlm #lgbtq #percy jackson fanfic #heros of olympus fanfic #lowkey ooc

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oonalovesastarionssimpleplan · 1 year ago

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I don't know if it's just me, but I have the feeling that the nastier you are - the nastier the answers in dialogues - the more uncomfortable Astarion feels. My first run's were chaotic good. Even my first Durge couldn't really be evil. And every time I've had Astarion as a romance and I've loved it. Now I've been stuck in a really bad Playthrouh for weeks and that's when it particularly caught my attention. I picked out a few moments where I expected to get approval or an even nastier line from Astarion, and was completely taken aback by his reactions.

Goblin vs Tiefling party

The most romance guides say that Astarion prefers the Goblin party. But at the party he seemed so artificial. he drinks the wine "Mhh, Delicious." Can vampires even drink wine? it seems like a performance from a guidebook.

The romance scene is the same, but a big difference is the dialogue afterwards. It doesn't take place the next morning, but that same night. He doesn't even want to sleep in her presence :D He seems tense, speaks faster and artificially.

After the Tiefling party he seem more relaxed. He speaks more confidently.

_I put a link to a comparison video below_

The Squirrel

If you kick the squirrel as a Tav you get an approval. Treating others badly is normal and shows strength. That's his worldview. But if you kick the poor thing as Durge, you get no approval and this reaction:

But then he says exaggeratedly:

"Do you always take on such terrifying foes?"

If you talk to him in Baldur's Gate, you'll find him a little sentimental.

"Gods, this is the first time in centuries I see the city in Sunlight.You can forget just how much Color there is in the World."

When you reply:

"Are you Alright?"

"Yes of course...obviously. Did you want something?" (little bitch)

But when you answer:

"Come on, we have work to do."

"Mhh? Yes, of course we do. I was just. right...Sorry...What's next?"

This answer hurt me so much that I actually reloaded. (I have a problem with emotions)

Sebastian

In the catacombs of the Szarr Palace, his emotions are understandably very changeable. But for the first time, I didn't care. As the evil Durge, I just wanted to make my vampire lover the villain and leave. However, I found the dialogue with Sebastian particularly difficult and was very surprised by Astarion's reactions to my viciousness.

After that heartbreaking reunion, Astarion realizes that it was his conquests that are now to be sacrificed and is outraged by this. However, he pushes the thought aside and only sees the ritual. Now you can either speak against that and say that he can save these people, then he answers:

"whats the point? They are as good as dead, to me they already were. Now they can serve something greater."

(Seriously. Why do I actually like this character?)

But if you say:

"Gorgeous, you're almost worse than me."

"It's just sickening. seeing them again. I dont know what else."

He doesn't know how to name the bad feeling. but he clearly feels bad.

Astarion's behavior suggests he prefers a good Tav I think, as it allows him to be the "badder" one first. When you play evil, his mask of cruelty seems to thicken. He laughs and applauds at the enslavement of gnomes, but deep down, he seems to be morally conflicted. Astarion is drawn to goodness and wants to be with someone who can balance his darker tendencies. His mask of cruelty is a defense mechanism that hides his true feelings of empathy and compassion. Being with a good Tav/Durge helps him confront his own inner demons and strive for redemption. (I think)

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pastel-tyranny · 2 years ago

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Wanna be a Fashionista?: My opinions on Fashion Dreamer

Long post of my thoughts, follow my Fashion Dreamer showcase: Dyxyg5yr36

I’ll say it right here right now, this game has a chokehold on me as soon as I opened up the main menu. The gameplay loop is very addicting. But before I dive into my many praises I have to talk about some of my gripes with this game.

First of all the lack of clarity; it’s good that they have the button prompts on the screen because oh lord it’s very confusing when you first start out. It’s no wonder the first quarter of the game is a tutorial! I mean yes there are useful tips are there in the tip menu, but some things need to be written out directly. Especially when it comes down to Online Events such as the current (as of right now) Fantasy Butterfly Fairy event. I had to get help from a few other players and online video guides just to make heads or tails for some of the mission prompts. I have a few family and friends who either have the game or are in the process of wanting to get it, I think a consecutive written guide needs to be created so I don’t have to explain for the billionth time to ‘press plus then X’ and so on. (Pro tip: Once you reach platinum rank, the credits roll and take a very long time. Afterward you unlock the final cocoon.)

The next con is a bit of a personal one, the lack of fashion item variety and makeup limitations. The irony of this one I know, but items such as gloves, necklaces, leg warmers, bracelets, suspenders, and inners are relegated to specific shirts, one pieces and shoes. As of writing this there are no; jumpsuits with long pants, cat ears, traditional tiaras, and long mermaid / ball gowns. And ironically a lack of male fashion too. While yes, we get to play as a guy there is the fact some of the girls outfits don’t carry over to the guys. There’s a tee shirt from the Type A body that I really like and think would look perfect for the Type B body and vice versa with pairs of shoes or one pieces. Makeup isn’t as detailed to work with, they’re mostly relegated to prompts instead of picking blush, eye shadow, and eyeliner separately. The length of eyelashes are also regelated solely to the eye shape you picked and are only customized by color.

My final gripe is a smaller one in comparison is lag hiccups. When walking around the different cocoons with a gazillion downloaded items can cause gameplay optimization to stutter a snails pace both online and during Solo Mode. Even if it’s as short as 3 seconds or a “Loading Please Wait” prompt while running around can occur. It’s just a small issue so hopefully down the line, the devs will fix that with an update. I understand there are limitations to the game as a whole but that still doesn’t deter me from playing. Now for the major positives.

The fact you can walk around and play as a male avatar! I am beyond happy, it’s everything I’ve hoped for. Not only can you put lipstick prompts and different color eye shadow, but you can use some of the more feminine looking hair styles on the more masculine looking models is truly amazing! Same goes with facial hair on feminine models the option you can do that alone is spectacular! Both models can share hats, earrings, and glasses too! The clothing designs themselves are whimsical, fun, cute, and cool! And knowing that they could drop new online events in the future with new outfits are always something to look forward to. Another thing I have to praise is the amount of inclusivity we have at the start of the game with afro hair textures, facial features, and darker skin tones. It just goes to show how far we’ve come and I hope that the devs can push that further in future updates and installments.

The ability to have as many clothes as you want without storage limitations is always major plus! Currency being relegated to just creating clothes makes sense to me. Yes it’s gacha based when it comes to getting rare patterns, however simply pressing the ‘like’ button on someone’s avatar can give you the clothes they’re wearing is very helpful. Especially during online mode when other people and clothes on the pop up boards have rare items. And people online can send you cute outfits, even while your switch is in sleep mode! This also applies to the show rooms, it’s great to see new clothes and furniture people get. I also like that this is a game solely deticated to walking around instead of jumping through menus like some other fashion games I know. I am also in love with the fact you can take pictures anywhere, the scenery in some of these maps are a sight to behold! Taking pictures in the photo eggs are fun, especially since you have a nice variety of stickers, filters, and a line of focus to fiddle with along with poses and held items. And finally I think the best part about this game for me is the many muses to see and meet. Whether they are a player or NPC, there’s no shortage of possibilities when it comes to the many choices of fashion. It gives me so much inspiration, and since you can make multiple characters (4 total) you can relegate specific styles to each muse! (Or at least that’s what I did, lol)

Now to address the big elephant in the room, does this hold up as the spiritual successor to the Style Savvy / Style Boutique / Girls Mode games? In some ways, absolutely. If you want to collect / make clothes, design your own custom avatar, and see things other people make then you gotta get the game! However the core of Style Savvy is its lovable cast of NPCs and story set in the world of fashion. And while none of the NPCs you meet have a large narrative to tell, there are a few to me that stick out and I love dearly, even if they’re one dimensional. I let the headcanons fester and make the rules up as I go. The only major goal is to reach Master Rank and get your brand up to the highest level. I heard rumors through the grape vine that a fashion show mode could potentially be added? But that’s pure speculation as of writing this.

So my final overall thoughts; as I said in the beginning of this post, the game has a chokehold on me. It’s fun, entertaining, and full of passion for fashion from the dev team that brought us Style Savvy. It scratches an itch I’ve had since the last Style Savvy game. And while it has its ups and downs, I personally think this is a pretty solid game for the average fashion sim enjoyer outside of the gameplay troubles. Thanks for reading all the way through and if you want to follow my showcase, the code is on the top of this post! :3

(Just for making it this far, I made a promise post that I would make a fashion dreamer version of Dominic from Style Savvy so I’m reposting the pics here again.)

#pastel reviews #pastel is a fashionista #fashion dreamer game #fashion dreamer #kawaii games #style boutique #style savvy #girls mode 4 #style savvy dominic

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strawberryfloofs · 1 year ago

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Caregiver Wolfgang Akire headcanons!

Wolfgang's definitely a calm and pretty laid back caregiver

Don't mistake him for being loose though, HUGE rule maker. he just wants to make sure you're safe and behaving like a good little

Not a huge fan of brats, he likes more obedient littles, but he can definitely deal with some mischief

Punishments are usually lines, timeout, or losing a privilege/toy. He is always 100% sure to explain why you are being punished before, and after it's over, he expects a detailed apology or reflection on your wrong-doings. AFTERWARDS, its all hugs and pats though!

Most of his rules are about self care like eating enough, sleeping at a reasonable time, brushing your teeth, eating enough, etc.

Also ones about fairness and treating others with kindness! If you're playing with another little and you aren't being very nice, he will pull you aside and tell you how important it is to treat others with respect because you could hurt their feelings if not

Definitely the type of caregiver to have a sticker/star chart for good and bad behaviour! If you get enough stars, he loves to reward you by spoiling you with toys, a trip, or some extra dessert! Punishments take away a star or two though :(

Not a huge fan of constant petnames, but he'll call you dear, darling, doll, little one, and other formal ones like that. If you want something different, he'd incorporate those, even if it's awkward at first for him

As for him, he loves to be called any type of nickname by you, but he doesn't force or expect it. He's not one to express his happiness very well, but his heart melts when you call him Wolfie or anything with Mr. infront of it!

Wolfgang loves to read you bedtime stories at night, or just picture books in general! He has a huge preference for ones that teach small lessons and after the end of each one, he asks you what the main theme was, or if you learned something from it!

He loves you be involved with your play, but most of the times he's too shy to ask how to join in. He'll sit near you and give a small smile until you eventually put a toy in his hands or tell him something he can do! Nonetheless though, he's very encouraging

Thinks you're too little and precious to do a lot of tasks, so he does them for you! In his eyes, you're a royal, delicate little one and he's just your little servant/helper. Often calls you princess/prince, or some other royal name!

Never lets go of your hand in public, especially if you're regressed. No getting lost on his watch! Oh, and he also doesn't tolerate pulling away from him, he kneels down to your level and gently reminds you that he's doing it for your safety

Affection wise, Wolfgang is okay with anything, but usually only initiates headpats, hugs, boops, and rubs. He'll gladly accept and continue anything you initiate, like cuddles or something!

Very observant and can tell if you're upset or feeling a little off, even if you're nonverbal! An EXPERT in understanding noises, babbles, and other little-talk!

Will definitely listen to all your rants and nod along when you tell him about all your stuffies or whatever you talk to him about!

If you're upset, he'll ask if you want to talk about it, or if you need a distraction. (Totally doesn't mean ice cream....wait how did we get to the ice cream truck?)

Loves to help you get dressed! He has a huge preference for shortalls, onesies, or any type of outfit that makes you look as tiny as you feel! (WILL do everything for you...I mean- tying shoes, buttoning stuff up, etc)

Wolfgang writes little notes for you to find around the house, usually small things he loves about you, reminders, or something to make you laugh!

Hangs up all your colored pages and drawings in his office. So yes, he is doing professional lawyer stuffs while looking at your cute little drawing of you and him!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ AAA I just had the idea for this randomly. Idk I just really love Eden's Garden and I saw so many things that Wolfgang would do!!

#fandom agere #agere post #sfw agere #agere community #agere imagines #agere imagine #caregiver headcanons #headcanon #project edens garden #wolfgang akire #cg headcanons #little space

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k423s · 1 year ago

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gay hi3 moments from the top of my head (some details inaccurate) also some of these are awful and i hate them ok i need it to be known i dont like all of these.

kiana counting down how long it’s been since she’s seen mei to the minute.

the “i gain the power of 100 men when mei’s around!”

bronya seele kiss in azure waters where seele goes "i gave you my first kiss sm sm" and im pretty sure makes her promise to give one to her when they reunite

FUCK. COOKING W VALKS MANHUA WHERE SEELE GOES "the sea is so beautiful i feel like i could stare at it forever" AND BRONYA GOES "duh because the water is azure blue. just like your eyes" AND GOES LIKE AN INCH IN HER FACE.

i feel like i have to put everything in azure waters oh my god i feel sick i miss them so much.

kiana licking mei’s wound in escape from nagazora

kiana and mei in a hot spring and kiana touching mei’s boobs saying she’s been wanting to. i think also in escape from nagazora.

kiana getting unnecessarily jealous over bronya whenever mei shows her any attention

bronseele ad where bronya complains about having her license revoked and seele going “good! now i know you’re not picking up other girls”

lament of the fallen. (COME ON. COMPARED TO EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD, YOU ARE MORE IMPORTANT????)

kiana and mei being compared to a canonical m/f couple, owl and ana.

shakespeare mentions how it’s interesting to see real couples play a part and one of the couples being bianka and rita in durandal’s visual novel.

speaking of that play. biankas cgaracter makes a line about having sex w his wife (played by rita) and rita teases bianka about wanting it afterwards and bianka blushes

biankas one birthday cutscene where the narrator was talking abt how there’s this feeling she can’t put into words and how captivated she is by rita’s radiant smile ← GET A ROOM!!!!!

elysia calling her fight w mei a first date

eden saying that forever being apart of elysia makes her happy because its the most romantic ending

mei saying her favorite colors are orange and red (kiana and her's key colors)

mei coming back to the elysian realm after briefly talking to kiana and eden and elysia both notice how much happier she is and elysia goes "tell me about her" (HER.)

elysia voice. i like pretty girls.

every single elysia and kiana interaction in ch 34 idc if its mei's dream ("im so weak for pretty girls like kiana" "unless kiana prefers something more bold like purring in my arms" <- WHAT IS WRONG W HER!!!!!!!!!!!!)

natasha intenbtionally taking her hood off after mei told her that elysia says she doesnt meet natasha bc of her hood

elymei horn scene.

mei dreaming about having a japanese wedding with kiana.

kiamei matching rings named after chinese numbers symbolic of love that were given out for white day.

kiamei stigmata showing them getting married that was given out for valentines day.

reburn kiss where kiana kisses mei's battered mech while crying after i love you in german flashes on screen.

kiana going "this treasure called love" and immediately getting a text from mei.

"this is a story about love it will end with love" as kiana and mei walk with each other past durandal and rita to meet with bronya whos with seele AS CANON IN D STARTS PLAYING. YK THE FUCKING MARRIAGE CEREMONY SONG.

SAKUKALLEN KISS IN COOKING WITH VALKYRIES

theresa thinking sakura (a woman) kissed her and going "wait! im not like kiana and mei!"

kallen voice "the herrscher girl is innocent and i am in love with her"

^upon learning that kiana blushing and going "theres onthing wrong with falling in love with a herrscher!" while thinking of mei

moon shadow where kiana's heart starts racing bc she thinks fu hua's fallen in love with her and the wlw symbol is drawn behind her as she blushes and says "ive given my body and soul to mei but--"

fu hua later being teased by a coworker who suggested that hua likes kiana

sakukallen "love at first sight" line in sakura samsara

HELP THAT ONE EVENT WHERE VELIONA SLAMS BRONYA ONTO A WALL TO INTIMIDATE HER AND BRONYAS BLUSHING AND AS VELI'S YELLING AT HER, EINSTEIN WALKS OUT, SEES THEM, AND GOES, "sorry for interrupting, have fun"

also in that same event, bronya blushing and avoiding seele the next day and going "sorry bronya cant forget because thats a precious memory for bronya"

susannah fawning over durandal, rita, and sushang

susannah talking about how pretty sushang is and how she likes her voice i hate them oh my god susannah get up

tesla being jealous of welt joyce when ein teasingly gives him special attention in the visual novel

tesla getting jealous when planck (i think) hugs ein tightly and kisses ein on the head

tesla edison fingering joke after edison sniffs her neck.

bronya's bridge interactions w seele. my god i love them so mcuh.

sakura and kallen having heart reactions when you put them in bed next to each other

sakukallen "yae sakura shall fade, beloved, your kin shall live. in the far east 500 years ago where sakura blossoms bloom, yae sakura waits for her one true love"

gratitude arc where kallen loves sakura so much that protecting sakura becomes a part of the oath she genetically passes on to theresa

the 4koma on the sight where kiana and mei are told to get a room, apply for a marriage certificate(? i think), and have heart eyes towards each other while the wlw signs are behind them

kiana voice "this has nothing to do with me going lesbo!!!"

4koma kiana voice "im a lesbian everyone knows that"

elysia and aponia's "girl games"??????????? <- on thin ice but cmon no way that wasnt an innuendo

elysia's interaction w HoO mei where she talks about wanting to touch a particular thing but gets cut off by mei telling her she cant touch her horns again (SHE DOES NOT HAVE HORNS IN HER HoO SUIT)

kiana smiling when she sees mei's boobs in the anniversary vlog short thing.

the shenzhou island event where kiana points a camera at mei's boobs and goes "hehe mei is so pretty"

durarita matching earrings in their matching battlesuits

and ok im blanking now yay this is definitely not all when i say off the top of my head i really mean off the top of my head.

#hnk3

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