#(Q.Q)y

[sunandflame]

I just made this because this reminded me of Chapter 2 of Water and Flame and I can't stop cackling about it. I know I am stupid.

You can find the whole fic under my pinned Masterlist 😉

[jadenvargen]

thanks so much everyone who was interested in a painting! most of them have been sold off and i'm in the process of making shipping labels rn. some are still left if interested. i'm rly happy everyone has been so supportive q.q most everything's been sold out, and i'm really happy to see it go to a better home.

the pieces that are left if anyone is still interested are as follows:

also, i thought to add some extra pieces that i initially didn't want to sell because i wasn't personally as pleased with them, but if anyone's interested:

G: 150 $ L: 30$ H: 80$ O: 100$

X: 30$ Y: 40$ Z: 20$ W: 30$

Plus this piece that I wanted to post but didn't end up happening. maybe someday. it's A-3 sized ds9 episode painting:

300$ because it's twice as large as most of the others.

as always, jaden.kristoffersson@gmail.com for all inquiries !

bonus. if anybody's interested, i'm considering putting my 2021 sketchbook (full of saw art mostly lol) on ebay for auction, but idk if it's a good idea. LMK what u guys think! (here's a quick flip-through video of it. CW for blood and some nudity)

Thank you everyone for the support so far. Absolutely no pressure in buying, just if you want, it's here. lots of love.

[historyslittlebish]

heyy i was just wondering if you could do a baldwin iv x reader fic where the reader sings/reads to him until he falls asleep? extra fluff pleaseee. thank youuu.

p.s. i love your writing xx

a/n: thanks for asking, I've been allowing this to sit in my inbox for a bit so I apologize for the wait (-_-). Also I'm doing fem reader because I felt like it :)

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Warning: f!reader, mentions of family and having a child, fluff, slight angst

Pain was a constant in Baldwin's life.

Pain was in many different forms. The pain of not being able to be like other boys in his past years or not being able to be one of gods greatest, being forced to bear the brunt of such a disease.

But the worst pain is not being able to love his wife like any other man would, not being able to bear am heir for the kingdom, not being able to have the family he would have liked.

At the current time, pain was coursing through his aching body and to his head after spending most of his time arguing with his sister's husband.

He slowly trudged through the dimly lit halls, wanting to arrive quicker to his quarters to see his beautiful wife waiting in bed.

As he came closer to the doors and slowly entered the room and saw his wife was nowhere to be found. Baldwin sighed as he continued anyways. Reaching over to the side of his bed to dress in his sleepwear before retiring for the night.

As he finished putting on the robe he slowly reached up to his face and carefully took off the iron mask and set it aside near his end of the bed.

He lowered himself onto the plush and soft bed and allowed his aching bones a relief from the days work.

As he closed his eyes and took a few moments to breathe, he heard the doors to the bathing areas open. His head turned to see his wife, freshly out of the bath braiding her h/c hair and in her sleep wear.

"My love." He breathed out. Baldwin had always found his wife stunning, no matter what she did, what she wore, or what she looked like.

"How is my sweet husband doing?" She chuckled. Baldwin groaned as he layed back down resting on the comfy pillows.

"All day has my mind been on you, my angel." He sighed as he stared at the ceiling. Y/N plopped down onto her side of the bed and scooted over to her dear husband, gently laying a hand on his chest and looking at his face with love and adoration.

"I can sense your unease, my heart.." She said as she sat up in a more comfortable position, patting her lap as an invitation to Baldwin. Baldwin gladly accepted and carefully rested on Y/N, cuddled up to his wife's embrace.

Baldwin sighed as he nuzzled into her touch, being content with spending time with his wife.

"Would..you like me to sing for you?" She asked out of the blue which made Baldwin look up in surprise, that surprise quickly switching to a peaceful look on his face. "Please do, my love, I need something to help me fall asleep after dealing with my duties today." His soft and sweet voice made the queens heart flutter.

Y/N began to hum a small song as she gently stroked his head and back, allowing quiet but beautiful words to flow from her mouth, a soft and graceful melody that Baldwin loved.

He wished he could hear more but his slumber won the battle, the sweet melody lulling the man to sleep, allowing him to rest in his little dream world..

a/n: I apologize if its short and sloppy but I'm like super sick rn and my head has been aching for 2 days straight and I had a super hard time focusing because of how light headed I was Q.Q

[soylan2]

Mi 1er intento de Nightmare y Dream version elfos, me vi un video del lore de Dreamtale y bueno dice que sus versiones guardianes serian de unos elfos y en esta ocación les pinte con su piel mirada y amarilla q.q

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[sani-sims]

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the pixie princess ... she is my newest sim since yesterday, but i am already totally obsessed with her q.q ... and i have certain plans for her :x

[the-earth-refused-to-die]

Awww!! Esta muy bonito!! q.q

Jeje si!! Somos yo y mi hermano :3 - Bibi

[iciatheguardess]

w h y q.q

I don't know *continues to hug*

[diochildren]

Lectura con Dio con mi bestie 01.11.2023

Le pregunté como está primero para darle la bienvenida y saludarlo como es debido.

Salió una respuesta hermosa q.q Dice que se siente muy puro y limpio; que se siente muy feliz el día de hoy. Que tiene Muchas ganas de hacer nuevas amistades y de adentrarse a una nueva aventura.

Le pregunté porqué te buscó y cuál es su propósito para ti

También menciona que quiere ayudarte a desarrollar tu don de la sabiduría y el don de la intuición. La verdad dice que le gustaría contactarte mediante la adivinación. Pero él va a respetar tu criterio.

Y por último quiere ayudarte a desarrollar mejores intenciones en tu corazón. YwY quiere ayudarte a pensar cosas buenas. Quiere ayudarte a purificar tu ser.

Habla de que debes saber sentirte en paz y pleno en tu soledad

No debes dejar morir tu niño interior. Y nuevamente habla fe que le gustaría que lo contactes mediante el péndulo. LOL xD Dice que quiere responder a tus preguntas mediante esta herramienta adivinatoria

Te pide también que si le haces peticiones pienses bien tu pregunta y desees con sabiduría.

Y por último quiere ayudarte a sanar tus sentimientos más profundos

Esta es su respuesta más a profundidad. Como puedes ver; las cartas que está mandando son repetitivas. Te está dando varias que ya te salieron ayer

Lo cual lo considero una señal

Dice que nota de tu parte una intención por hacer las cosas bien. Una intención por mejorar y eso es muy bueno! Siente que sí estás haciendo caso de su consejo y eso le agrada mucho

Dice que tienes una energía como de luna. Eso significa que estás apagado. Pero que aún así tienes la capacidad para brillar en medio de esa situación

La música; habla de que le gusta manifestarse mediante la música pues. Y que debes poner atención en los sonidos y las letras de lo que escuchas; porque él quiere hablarte mediante lo que tu escuchas en tus audífonos o bocina

Y finamente la sabiduría habla nuevamente de que quiere brindarte conocimiento ancestral

Bueno primero. Dice que debes aprovechar los momentos de oscuridad en los que Te sientes. Porque sí; esa procrastinación proviene de un conjunto o cúmulo de malos sentimientos y energías mal manejadas y o enfocadas

¿cómo dejar esa práctica? Pues bueno; enfocate en adquirir sabiduría. Conocimiento. Sobre cosas positivas que te construyan. Eso te dará motivación. Inspiración y enfoque

También escucha música de las esferas; música tranquila pues que hable de cosas buenas y NO de cosas destructivas.

Entonces sí; déjate sumergir en el conocimiento de lo terrenal y aprovéchalo para tu mayor bien. De eso habla el portal mágico

Tenemos el ejemplo de la Niña que recolecta flores; intenta identificar señales en tu entorno que te recuerden a Dionisio; e intenta tener un poco más de contacto con la naturaleza. Aún en el parque si estás receptivo; vas a identificar esas señales del dios

Y finalmente tenemos Life Energy que nos habla de un desenlace positivo. Nos dice que si sigues éstos consejos; vas a brillar con la fuerza de un sol y esa oscuridad con la que empezaste tu viaje; va a transformarse en luz, en vida y en día. Vas a desarrollar esa "energía de Apolo"

"algo personal que deberia hacer para salir de este sentimiento que tengo de reclusion y de que las cosas siempre seran igual muchas veces siento ganas de salir de este cuerpo y de esta mente que me atormenta pero no se que hacer para tener una catarsisy a veces no se soy estoy preparado para eso"

Primero que nada, te aconseja disfrutar la compañía de otros. Ya sea de tus familiares o amigos. No te aísles. Tienes que convivir con otros porque somos seres sociales por naturaleza. Incluso los dioses socializan entre ellos y crean grupos de unidad.

Aprovecha la sabiduría de lo natural. Busca siempre la luz dentro de ti mismo; porque esa luz está apagada pero puede volver a brillar

Te dice que cuando te reúnas debes proteger tu alma. Poner límites; no dejarte manipular ni contaminar por las maldades que la gente hace

Nuevamente; te está diciendo; aprovecha tu tiempo libre. Aprovecha al máximo tu tiempo. Busca opciones y métodos en libros o Internet; usa youtube; para desarrollar técnicas que te ayuden a ahorrar tiempo y desgaste de energía física.

Valora a tus amigos y cuidalos. Podemos estar en grupos pero siempre vamos a tener pocos amigos verdaderos y confiables. Apoyate en ellos y ayudalos cuando lo necesiten. Soportense unos a otros; con soportense significa que se ayuden siempre y trabajen juntos, trabajo en equipo.

Todo esto finalmente te ayudará a sanar y a encontrar la luz; siguiendo éstas recomendaciones llegarás a ser como una estrella.

[quackcito]

i can’t get over quackity being in arguably the biggest english minecraft server AND the biggest spanish minecraft server, he really is doing it like no one else

Exactly! It's nice to see that he was considered since.... May? If I remember correctly.

I hope he has a good time since in the Spanish server there is not the same 'lore' as in dsmp, everyone moves on their own, they make explosive pranks and the events organized will be fun.

I'm quite interested in how quackity's pov will be since he will have to build his house and use Minecraft Mods!!!! I know he has been interacting publicly with some members so seeing new people playing with him can be interesting too. I can see that he will have difficulty with making first impressions (since everyone knows each other a little more), but once he feels comfortable with everyone it'll be more fun, being the "new guy" is not easy but he will get through it. 💖

[iseesits]

[chef-alta]

OH MY GOOOOD I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS HOLY SHIT 0 to 100 REAL QUICK, THAT REVEAL AND THE ANGST IS KILLING ME AND I LOVE IT !!! I absolutely love how this story is getting darker, i'm so addicted to angst mixed in with romance xDD And I SCREAMED when I saw the TPM cameos!! (I frigging love TPM!!) THIS IS FEEDING MY SOUL, IM BOTH SCARED AND IN LOVE THANK YOU

PRAYER CIRCLE FOR ECHO AND ME Y/N

My Love| Echo (part 5)

Note: Im sorry also, the people who show up at the end will make more sense in future chapters

Warnings: human meat market, Kinda just crossed the promise never land over with tbb for the hell of it, mentions of eating people and not sexually, black market talk, Echo cussing, perhaps dead reader who knows

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 (hey you're here now good for you) | 6

Master List

Echo had put Omega to bed, covering the small girl with the blanket as he returned to the cock-pit. With a sigh he sat back down, an elbow on the panel and his face in his hand. It had been a long time since he had talked of Y/n outloud, a long time since he thought of his loving partner in such a postive way. He missed Y/n, that was enough to say.

Looking out into the streaks of blues and blacks he let himself fall into a half asleep state, more of day dreaming than anything else. Perhaps Y/n would find another man, another one to give him a child, perhaps he'd be with a woman by now. Maybe Y/n was one of these new KT troopers and Echo had just so casually shot and killed him.

Endless possibilities ran through his mind, but one one questioned remained, 'Where is Y/n' one questioned that had so many possibilities.

But he kept to himself, as perusual, when the others got up he was quiet, only talking if he was talked to. Only mission based questions and answers and then, well. Rex showed up again with a mission.

"It's nice to see you boys again." Rex spoke, hood on and careful of his surroundings.

"What can we do for you Captain?" Hunter questioned.

"I have a misssion for you boys, helpping an old friend out." Rex told the group, "I'll send you the information, to grab his attention act like you lost the kid, the name Rosyln will help you,"

"Rosyln?" Echo questioned standing up, "Rosyln is-"

"I have to go- good luck." Rex spoke the transmission ending and the room quiet.

"Echo, you know-"

"Its Y/n." Echo responded, the excitement rising in his voice, "Im sure of it! That's Y/n!"

"We can't take this mission then." Tech responded.

"What!?" Echo argued, "are you insnae-"

"Thats over 20 people we have to not only search for but get off world Echo." Tech spoke, "Presuming thats what is needed."

Tech went back to work, pulling up the information.

"Echo what does Roslyn have to do with Y/n." Hunter demanded, "we've never known a Rosyln."

"Its...complicated." Echo responded looking away.

"Well make in uncomplicated." Hunter demanded.

"Hunter. Just. Believe me." Echo begged looking back towards Hunter, "please."

"It sesms that I was wrong." Tech spoke, "The mission is helping one person off world, male, responding to the name Rosyln on Zut a man named Sonju will meet us at hanger F6-15 ."

"We've never been to Zut." Wrecker commented, "isn't that place-"

"Known for its crime and black market? Yes." Tech responded, "if we are to supposedly loose Omega on this planet, she may be a number of things: killed and sold, sold as a slave- and because she in her teen years- she may be use-"

"I don't wanna know Tech- we're not taking this mission." Hunter spoke, "its too dangerous!"

"Hunter! It's Y/n!" Echo argued standing up,

"Y/n or not! I don't care if its a damn god! I am not losing Omega to those streets!" Hunter defended.

Omega frowned pushing the two apart the best she could, "wait! Wait! What happens if we buy something instead? Act like we're buying something-"

"We could trade-" Echo addeed, "I'll dress like a droid again-"

"Are you insane!?" Hunter defended, "No! This may not even be Y/n!"

"It's Y/n!" Echo argued, "I know its Y/n!"

"I agree with Echo." Wrecker spoke.

"Me too." Omega agreed.

Hunter and Tech looked at one another, "Y/n was very nice." Tech added.

"Fine, but we make a plan and stick to it for this one." Hunter argued, "if anyone deveates we leave, immediately."

Tech set course for Zut, everyone in a circle in the cockpit as they came up with a plan. So when the planet came into veiw after jumping out of hyperspace there was a tense feeling in the air, Echo getting dressed in his droid attire and everyone else putting ponchos on to cover themselves.

The ship landed in the desired hanger, the boys and small Omega all grouped up infront of the closed ramp.

"Do not go off plan." Hunter demanded as everyone nodded the door opening and the ramp coming down.

Hunter exited first, the hanger empty and bare as the others followed him.

"No one's here Hunter." Wrecker pointed out.

"No...someone is here."

There was laughing, "good ears clone."

Echo pushed past the group standing infront of them on solid ground, "you don't scare me."

More laughing as the man stepped out from the shadow, "I like you little clone."

Echo glared at the thing infront of him, deep red hair clashed against his gray skin, he was tall and skinny, his own poncho drapped over him with no hood as he had a white mask on a pair of dark blue almost black trousers and a staff secured to his back.

"You're Sonju then." Echo spoke.

"Maybe I am." He answered, "maybe I'm not."

Echo's face was carrassed and then grabbed roughly with the males large hands, the clones behind him ready to fire. Sonju lifted up the mask that covered Echo's face, the man's face squished in Sonju's hand but still holding a glare.

"You smell better than you look. I wonder how much I'd have to pay to eat you." Sonju laughed, Echo ripping his face from Sonju's grip.

"I'm not your food."

Sonju chuckled, "Not my food? You implying you'll let someone else eat you?"

"Maybe if they asked nicely." Echo shot back.

Sonju smirked, "I like your personality too much to eat you now. Snarky arent you?"

Echo glared at the man, covering his face back up, "take this then and give it to the vendor trading items for slaves in the market. She's on our side."

Sonju handed Echo a small bag, the male opening it seeing it filled with colorful crystals, "she'll set off a becon Rosyln will pick up and move to the square in the center of town, while there, have you and your tinyer one sit opposite sides of the fountain thats they're, she'll be grabbed by another one of us, and be taken to our hide out. You'll need to 'split up' to 'look for her' if someone approaches you calling you Rosyln go with them."

"Thats not our plan." Hunter argued walking forward, "and thats not what we were told."

"Then why come if you're not willing to do what needs to be done?" Sonju argued, "get out of here then before I turn your little one in a snack-"

"I'll do it." Omega spoke, "Y-Roslyn may be someone important to one of my teammates. I'll do it."

"You're not-"

"Good." Sonju spoke walking off, "now follow me."

The others followed Hunter stayed behind the group for safety purposes.

Sonju broke off from them before they ventured into any main streets of the city. Echo was planning on following the Sonju given plan to a T.

The group walking down the isles of the market together. Making it to said vendor Echo stood infront of the stand.

"Got a slave you wanna get rid of?" She asked boredly, he said nothing tossing the bag on the counter.

She opened it, looking through it, "I don't sell slaves bud," she went back to looking at her nails.

"Rosyln asked me to give this to you." Echo demanded, looking up from her nails she let a hand drop under the counter and with a curt nod she casually went back to what she was doing.

Echo walked off as the others followed.

"Echo. This is isane!" Hunter argued queitly, "I refuse to leave Omega unattended here! Look at the place!"

It was true, Echo tried to ignore it, the smell of death, murder, used bodies. The metallic smell filling up the market as what he could only consider non-humans and humans buying up product.

"They're not selling slaves here Echo!" Hunter argued, "They're selling people! They're selling food"

"I know what they're doing," Echo argued.

"Then what are we doing,"Hunter defended, "It could be us hanging there! Omega could be hanging there!"

"Don't you think I don't know that." Echo argued, "you forget I know what its like to be strung up like this!"

Echo walked quicker, the others following as they made it to the down sqaure.

"You ready kid?" Wrecker asked as Omega nodded, the group walking towards the fountain as Omega took a seat, Wrecker and her giving each other quick high fives, "good luck."

"Thank you."

The boys walked off, sitting where they were told, Hunter constantly looking behind him.

"They won't come if you keep looking" Tech spoke.

"Sorry that Im a little worried that Omega's going to be taken." Hunter argued, his head turning again.

"She's gone," Hunter spoke, "Omega's gone!"

Hunter rushed up, looking around, "this was a bad idea! He took Omega! That bastard!"

Hunter rushed off, Tech rushing after him.

"Wait!" Wrecker called rushing off, Echo stayed still in his spot, someone walking over in a cloaked hood, looking down the child held out there hand, Rosyln written in Marker.

"Follow me." She spoke.

Echo stood up following the child, it was a silent walk, down side streets and eventually long alley ways, until they came to an entrance of a turn.

At the other end stood a cloaked Tech, the child infront of him taking off his cloak, the little girl doing the same as they nodded.

"This way." She spoke grabbing Echo's hand and pulling him into the mid alley. In the middle was a sewar style, the two punching in the numbers together as it opened.

"Quickly."

The boys jumped down. The kids following with ease and closing the hole back up. The two followed the kids.

"This is a bit absurd." Tech told Echo quietly, "if this so called Rosyln can pull all this off, why cant he get himself off world."

"Don't ask me the questions." Echo answered.

"Okay then here's a more prominet question for you: if this Rosyln character is Y/n. Why is Y/n on Zut."

"I-I don't know." Echo responded, why would Y/n be on Zut, "all I know is Y/n is Rosyln. Im postive."

"Then again how are you postive?" Tech responded.

"I just do Tech," Echo responded pushing forward as Tech sighed.

They made it to a conjuction, Omega there with another child, "Echo! Tech!"

She rushed to them hugging them in the legs.

"Hey Omega." Echo responded with a smile, the three walking towards the center.

"Ray said that Hunter and Wrecker would already be down there waiting."

The black haired boy looked towards the men and nodded, "this will take us down a few floors,"

There was a heavy shift as the boy pushed a lever and they were on the move.

"We hope Sonju didn't cause you trouble." The orange haired girl spoke.

"No trouble at all." Tech spoke his hands protectively on Omega's shoulders.

"What are a bunch of little kids running around a human meat market?" Echo commented.

"We were raised here for product." Ray spoke, "we're escaping today, we have transport."

"We where here for one person." Tech told, "not multiple."

The kids were silent as the lift stopped, the kids walking forward and the three following as they opened a door, it slid open and they were greeted with organized Chaos.

"Come on now! Grab your things! Come on now!"

Kids rushed into medium transport ships, bags on there backs.

"I will say it again, if Rosyln has this much why are we helping?" Tech responded.

"There's Hunter!" Omega cheered, "and Wrecker!!"

The boys rushed over, teen twins by there side.

Omega hugged the two happily as Hunter let a sigh of relief wash over him, "your okay?"

Omega nodded as Hunter smiled, "good."

"Have you met Rosyln?" Wrecker questioned as the boys shook there head no.

"Not yet." Tech responded.

"And you won't be."

The boys turned there heads, a cloakrd figured dressed in black, legs metalic, and a lightsaber on his belt.

Echo pushed the kids behind him, "Oh please. I don't have time for this."

"Maul." Echo seethed hand reaching for his pistol, the others ready to fight as well, "what are you doing here?"

"The same thing we are." A Lom Pyke spoke stepping up next to Maul, "there is a...I owe you to be settled."

Tension filled the small space, "Rosyln has asked you to take this information."

The pyke held out the information disk, "that's what you came for-"

Hunter went to grab it but Echo grabbed it first, "Why team up with him?" Echo demanded, "You don't compare to each other. And never will"

"And what does a droid know?" Maul spoke, annoyance dripping from his voice, he closing in on Echo as the man lifted up his head peice.

"This droid, is a man." Echo argued, the two glaring at each other.

"You should be glad, that my....relations with Rosyln are strong-"

"What did you do to him" Echo seethed.

"I have the slightest clue to who you mention." Maul spoke.

"Y/n is Rosyln. I know it and you won't tell me! Where is he! Fucking tell me!" Echo shouted, "what the fuck did you do with him! With his family! With MY FIANCE TO BE! WHERE IS HE!"

"Echo!" Hunter demanded pulling him back, "Enough!"

"Don't touch me!" Echo shouted pushing Hunter away, "I know you know where he is! He was on Corasaunt when Order 66 happened! And the only reason you know of the name Rosyln is because that was his dead brothers name! You know where the fuck he is! His names Y/n L/n! Where is he!"

There was a deep chuckled from Maul, "You mean you don't know?"

"Know what!?" Echo argued, "Fucking Tell me! Now!"

"The L/n's family was the first target on the empires genocide list." Maul chuckled, "Ironic. Isnt it? The same men that they helped, slaughtered them"

[letsskiptothewedding]

Damn panko I really wanna make out with chamber in the back of a car while lana is playing on the radio. Preferably with heavy rain outside q.q

I hope you have a great day/night yaya♡

⚚ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 ..

summary: a cold autumny night in a parisian parking lot, italian food on their side and lana del rey in their ears.

she/her!reader x chamber ( established relationship )

a/n: this man is so fine holy shit i can’t but i also wanna drop kick him. btw thank you so much i hope you have a great one too <3 idk if this is quite what you imagined but i hope you like it nonetheless :). all of the songs are linked throughout the text if anyone wants to listen while reading ( spotify only, sorry !! )

chamber doesn’t quite remember how they ended up in this situation. the whole car smelled like italian takeout, the windows cold from the pouring rain that was knocking on their safe haven with the heat on blast. it was a cool autumn night in paris and the stars seemed to be their only companion at this lonesome parking lot they were resting in. y/n draped her other leg over his as well, taking another bite from her dish and immediately regretting it, as it had been an incredibly hot part of some gnocchis chamber had bought for her. that was the least he could do, he had said. she lightly smiled at that memory.

y/n had suggested to try something new and exciting in terms of food for their last night of their vacation trip, suggesting to him an idea that had been tempting her for quite a while now. sure, she liked when he took her out to dinner to all kinds of fancy restaurants all over the world, matching with her outfits which he specifically chose for the occasion. their last time eating out had been in napoli, where she had worn a gorgeous flowy green dress and he had worn a matching green tie.

the reason why they had decided on eating italian takeout had been hence their experience in napoli. quite regrettably though, their food now was nothing in comparison to what they had eaten then — though it was the reminiscence that counted, so y/n thought. she leaned back on the car seat, looking over to her lover in a slight daze. he had already finished his food, not wanting to admit that he had indeed enjoyed it quite a bit. now he was stroking her leg, looking quite out of it which was very rare. y/n thought he looked pretty when he was relaxed. he looked pretty to her all the time actually, but especially when he started feeling so comfortable around her that he was just able to let go of his worries for a bit.

she finished the last bit of that burning hot gnocchi, holding the nearly empty box to chamber. with an ironic annoyed huff, chamber rolled his eyes and took it from her, finishing her last pieces of food. this had become quite a common occurrence whenever they ate together, since y/n was never able to finish anything food wise on her own. it had nothing to do with the portioning, she had claimed when chamber asked her about it for the first time. it was just that seeing how much she had left made her lose her appetite; it was an odd problem that she had but made chamber adapt to her and order less of his food to accommodate to both of their needs.

“i don’t want this junk in my car”, chamber said, looking at the empty boxes with a slight hostility. y/n couldn’t help but grin a little. he was like a manchild sometimes, a spoiled manchild. “can’t you teleport it somewhere?”, she joked, earning a sarcastic “haha, very funny, ma chérie” in return, paired with yet another eye roll. “come, give it to me, i’ll run to the garbage bin quickly.” — “absolutely not!”

chamber looked almost terrified at the thought of letting his girlfriend run out of their dry safety into the merciless rain, maybe even touching his new leather interior with her wet designer clothes — how could she even suggest that! “if that was a joke it was not a funny one”, chamber mumbled, leaning over the front seat to put the trash into the plastic bag it originally came in. the bag rustled and he almost had a heart attack when he thought he dropped some left overs on his driver’s seat. but no, thankfully it was just a crumpled tissue she had used.

since he was already in the front area, he turned up the stereo a bit, allowing lana del rey to transform the quiet noise of their current environment into painting a story about her and her wild lover for the couple. when chamber leaned back fully back into his seat, he motioned her to shift closer to him, enveloping her in a lose hug with his head on hers when she did so. not quite satisfied with the level of intimacy yet, y/n pulled herself into his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek after she did so. chamber smiled at her advancements, kissing that one spot under her chin just as she liked. she giggled quietly ( idiotically, so she thought but to chamber it was very endearing and made him want to kiss every part of her mouth that had allowed those glorious sounds to escape ).

just then, her playlist switched from blue jeans to blue banisters. he smiled at this, knowing that this song had been the first song she had introduced him to, which led to it being quote unquote ‘their song’. chamber did not believe in that idea at first ( after all “how could a song belong to you if you contributed nothing to it!” ) but when he caught himself smilling in awe whenever she hummed parts of it while tasting his food in the communal kitchen or polishing her equipment with a handkerchief she had stolen from him quite a while ago, he couldn’t help but associate it with their relationship whenever he heard it.

chamber brushed her hair out of her face, placing a hush of a kiss on her neck as he did so. everything about her had been right for him from the start. he had failed to realize for so long but now, in moments like these, he was more than grateful for the world to have bestowed him with the gift that was the feeling of her in his lap with her hands caressing the soft skin on the back of his neck; the sound of her humming along to their song; the sight of her eyes trailing every part of his face as if there were a hidden treasure placed just for her and nobody else.

when their eyes met, y/n gently sighed, placing a kiss on his lips while cupping his cheek. becoming immersed in the moment and the intoxicating feeling of her intimacy, chamber felt the curve of her back, bringing her even closer to him than before. gaining a bit of courage, she brought the hand that was resting on the back of his neck forwards to his chest, taking some of the material of his dress shirt into her fist and pulling it on accident, making him grin and backing away an inch from her face. “is there something you want, my love?”

no, in fact y/n had not thought about anything leading from the position they were in now. actually, until he had pulled away, she had had no thoughts at all, only feeling him on her lips and everywhere else, leaving his touch in the air all around her figure with his alluring smell. it was weird. she felt like she was being snapped out of a daydream over which she had no control. “no actually, i like the way it is right now.”, she whispered, unsure of what he wanted. maybe he did want to try something new? no. not chamber. not “…in my car, no.”

chamber chuckled, burying his face in the nape of her neck, lightly placing kisses on the soft skin there. “wouldn’t probably, be very comfortable, probably”, y/n muttered, repeating her words without even realizing it. he was making her mind cloudy. if he would’ve been a stranger she would’ve thought he had drugged her. chamber retreated from her neck, smiling at her while shaking his head. “no”, he mumbled, “probably not.”

the playlist switched yet again, deciding to play wild at heart for them this time. the sound of lana’s voice was like a siren to them. chamber imagined their car to be the safest spot for him in a sea of sirens, voices and figures that tried imitating the entirety of his girlfriend’s character; but he, and only he, had realized how to discern the actual her unlike all the others before him, leaving him with her in his arms in his untouchable safe space that was her presence, drifting above the waves of everything that bothered him whenever he wasn’t with her.

trailing his fingers down her thighs, he closed the gap between them once again, digging his hands into the wellknown flesh when he felt her tug on his shirt for the second time. she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me, he thought. i’m completely at her mercy and she will never know just how much i will do for her. y/n felt herself getting hotter from all the touching they were doing and decided to do something risky. she had to practically tear herself from his lips, looking down at him through half lidded eyes.

oh, how beautiful he was. lips slightly parted, he looked up at her with something which some would call the doe eyed look. his chest was rising and sinking quite quickly, expression confused as he wasn’t grasping the reason for her sudden interruption of their shared trance they had found themselves in seconds earlier. she couldn’t help but brush her thumb over his reddened lower lip, pecking at the corner of his mouth. “i want to go home. let’s go home.” her voice had partially given out by the half of the first sentence, so she had quickly shot the latter one after to make herself sound more resolute and clear. understanding the hint, chamber nodded, still a bit out of it. he usually liked to take his time when they made love, it never ever had a beginning like this, for god’s sake he was a romantic after all, why can’t he ever refuse her —

biting her lip in hidden excitement over her small triumph, y/n looked down at him one last time before climbing into the passenger seat. when he pulled his seatbelt over his chest with impatience, she did grow slightly worried. was he really in any condition to drive?

y/n layed her hand on his that was resting on her thigh as they drove past the avenue de neuilly, catching a glimpse of his profile with the lonesome boulevard greyishly haunting in the background. it felt like they were the only two people left in the world. the stereo gave them one last song before they arrived at the sophisticated hotel they were staying in, making chamber turn the volume down to a minimum, not wanting to think of this ever ending.

A/N: I COULDNT STOP BLUSHING AT MY OWN WORK i’m screaming

[miyuwuki]

Knb boys and how they help their girlfriend who has ptsd and anxiety pretty please??? Q.Q

will do love! i hope you’re okay! :) instead of head cannons i hope shirt drabbles are fine.

warnings: ptsd and anxiety; slight angst

GOM x reader, kagami taiga x reader

comforting you

prologue: it was one of those days were you just weren’t feeling okay— all those feelings and wounded memories were all flooding back to you, and you didn’t know what to do. your head feels hazy, and your chest feels tight; the only thing you can turn to was your loving boyfriend, but even then you were insecure of how he’d react.

kise ryouta:

these didn’t happen often, but on the days where you felt like the entire world was against you, your boyfriend was always there to prove that even if that’s the case, he was always rooted to you. “is there anything specific you want to do?” kise asked you, holding you in his arms while rubbing your back. your body softly rattled against his, finding relief in his scent and warmth. “rom com.. i wanna watch a rom com..” he smiles and pulls back a bit, just enough where he can cup your face and plant a kiss on your lips; a kiss so soft but is loud with his love.

“a rom com it is. whatever helps you get through the day today, y/n-cchi.”

midorima shintaro:

he softly hummed as tears streamed down your face, waking up from a nightmare you never thought you’d face again. midorima situated yourself on his lap, his palm drawing large circles on your bare back. “i’m here, i’m here,” he whispers, continue to trace out the shapes. in times like these, he’d drop his tsundere persona just so he can be the person you need during these moments. he places soft kisses on your cheek, mumbling “i love you’s in between.”

“i won’t ever leave you alone, alright y/n?”

aomine daiki:

his panic settles when he sees so so vulnerable in front of him, as if you were made of glass— one touch and you’ll shatter. your body softly shivered and your breathing became unsteady. you didn’t know what triggered it, but it happened all in the spur of the moment. aomine gently pulls you into the bed, with your body on top— and no, you aren’t crushing him, because he’s perfectly fine as long as you’re comfortable in his arms. one arm is around your waist, and the other is playing with your hair, running the tangles through his fingers. he plays some soft music in the back and cradles you even more. he doesn’t know articulate the right words, but he tries his best to show you that he truly cares about you through his actions.

“hey, if you want we can take a little nap and find out what’s bothering you later, whatever you want. i’m all yours.”

a nap sounded great.

murasakibara atsushi:

you constantly fidgeted on the couch, anxiety racking your bones after your darkest memories creeped into your mind again, like it didn’t even bother to knock. you bit at your lip and scratched at your arms, but that came to a halt when your boyfriend grabbed you by your wrist and frowned. “what’s wrong, y/n-chin?” you shook your head, afraid to talk about it and continued to pick at your lips. murasakibara carried you bridal style to the kitchen, as you aren’t heavy to him despite whatever you weighed, and set you on the counter. he rubbed the red patches that formed in your arms and softly pecked at your neck before putting on an apron and some baking supplies.

“will cream puffs make y/n-chin feel better? i’ll make a ton, and then we can watch your favourite show and then sleep.” he smiled.

akashi seijuro:

the minute your breath was hitched in your throat, akashi knew that your anxiety was out to trouble you again. your teeth clenched against each other, and your chest was quickly rising and falling. “what’s the matter, love?” he softly asked, looking at you with his loving eyes. “just.. not feeling too good.” you replied. “come with me,” he whispered, softly pulling your arm to your room. you two sat at the edge of the bed, his hand finding placement on your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft tears away.

“i’m all ears, love.” he says, kissing your forehead. and you couldn’t help but tell him what was bothering you, even if it didn’t come out correctly; whatever scattered words you spewed out of your mouth, he understood, because no one understood you more than he did. he pulled you into his chest and repeatedly placed kisses on your head.

“i’ll set a bath for you and then we can do whatever you’d like, my love. i’m so proud of you for getting through today. that’s all that matters.”

kuroko tetsuya:

walking in on you sobbing under your sheets, he quickly placed the two vanilla milkshakes on your desk before rushing to your side. he pats your head over the covers, “y/n?” he softly asks before pulling the covers off. the sight was heartbreaking; your body juddered and a frown was plastered across your face. your hands covered your ears as if it was loud, and you couldn’t help but hiccup. “tetsuya..” you croaked, reaching out a hand which he immediately took. he stroke the back of your palm with his thumb, something he did that showed that he was by your side. he dipped his head as he covered you under the comforter again, pecking your lips.

“it’s okay, y/n,” he muttered, “i’ve got you, i’ve got you..” and though you couldn’t see him because it was dark under your blanket, you couldn’t help but smile.

and the vanilla milkshakes definitely helped, too.

kagami taiga:

his immediate reaction were breathing techniques; you both stood in the middle of the living room, his hands on your waist and yours on his chest. “one, two..” kagami softly counted, trying to get you to match his breathing with his. once he observes by your face that you’ve calmed down a little, he places a kiss on each side of your temple. he whispers sweet nothings into the air, occasionally rubbing the spot right over your heart to soothe the aching. then, he cooks something quick but delicious and feeds you slowly.

“i don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, but i love you, and i’ll always catch you if you fall. let me take care of you, y/n..”

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once again, i hope all is well. anxiety + ptsd is definitely not something easy to go through, but i always know that i love you and that as long as you get through the day, that is more than enough. i felt compelled to write this because i find a lot of comfort to things like this :) i hope it comforts you as well, love

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[sani-sims]

R E E D / S M I T H / R E Y E S / F O S T E R

A bunch of new sims for my gameplay & the new world :x

I'm really in love with San Sequoia and we're going to get some changes in that regard... probably our new sims who already live there will soon welcome new neighbors in their neighborhood, but i don't want to promise too much. Currently, my sims are settling into their new home and getting to know each other better. Our new clique just moved in together and are renting an apartment in the center of town. 

I'm sure i don't really need to mention it, but I'll say it anyway... i love them all q.q and i can't wait to create their neighborhood and story more! ...and i hope they will get along well with my other sims and become good friends :x