#Also yes I know this is like. 3 days late

[kari-sims]

Tomiko Moriyama (she/they) as my entry for the Total Drama Sims season 3 by @jonquilyst!! (thanks for letting me participate <3)

also huge wall of slightly amusing text below the cut (you've been warned!) cause i was caffeinated and ended up having some fun with this ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

👩 Age: 14 🪐 Lives in: Strangerville 🐛 Goals in life: to open a bug museum 💖 Orientation: thinks girls are cute, but doesn't want to waste their short teen years chasing them around (that's what the 20's are for!) 🎶 Hidden talent: encyclopedic knowledge of kpop girl group's songs and dances 🥇 Honorable titles: -> 'Mighty Collector of the Fun Hats' -> 'Prestigious Ambassador' at the ''International Bug Diplomacy Federation'' (only actual human member, but it'll grow, just wait!) 👍Likes: iridescent beetles / cut rock hard candy / slippery mud you can draw on / putting googly eyes on random things 👎 Dislikes: homework / cleaning things that'll get dirty again / humans evil bug killing inventions (unless it's a laser shooting death ray gun for mosquitoes, cause yeah, even a bug loving girl hates those bastards!)

[RECORD 434, another sunny day in strange Strangerville]

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(sound of someone clearing their throat, followed by what's obviously a kid trying to speak in an exaggerated deep voice)

Tomiko: "Tomiko is a girl who didn't need a home with walls or windows - the roof to her 'home' has always been the sky above." (pauses, mutters to themselves) Ooh that's a good one! Wait, people will think i live in the woods, no? Wouldn't that be the dream…

(moment of silence as Tomiko daydreams, then remembers she just started recording)

"Tomiko doesn't have many friends, because she was destined to be a free-spirited loner. With the exception of Clarisse, a girl who dreams ofbecoming a marine biologist. Clarisse was made fun of by strangers on a dumb internet show she went to one day, all because she wanted to win the money and go on a trip to Sulani. Now everyone calls her the 'Dolphin Girl'. After Tomiko decided to console her at lunch in school, both of them ended up bonding over their crazy obssession with nature. They've been inseparable friends ever since."

(another pause, followed by an audible sigh)

"Well, they were inseparable, until Tomiko moved away. Now Clarisse is being weird for no reason... anyways, where was i?

(forgets why they went on a Clarisse tangent and starts to fumble with their unorganized notes)

"Oh yes, destined to be a free-spirited loner, ya-da ya-da. Unfortunately, Tomiko was forced to live in a boring house made of bricks, with white furniture, and a mom who was always mad about her muddy boots on the carpet."

(voice shifts to mimic the mom's screech)

- I'm not gonna raise a savage wild child! Since you love dirt so much, go live with your bum of a father in that Strangerplace world, or whatever it's called.

"Best thing to ever happen to me!" (voice switches to normal accidentally, then goes back to the fake deep one) - I mean - best thing to ever happen to Tomiko! Even though her dad looks kinda weird lately, walking around aimlessly at night in search of his mother. Classic dad, being a weirdo. No idea how this man got married..."

- Dad, I told you grandma still lives in Willow Creek. Why do you think she's in the middle of the desert? Also, she wouldn't be caught dead wasting away her fabulous heels in this god-forsaken place.

"Tomiko pretends she doesn't see it, because now she can do whatever she wants, why complicate things? The only problem is, there isn't much to do in Strangerville with the infection rumors going on, and all the damn sus soldiers. Also, the taste of travelling for the first time has left her wanting to see more. Imagine all the bugs she could find?! But you need money for that, sooo… what to do, what to do…"

(voice returns to normal, a bit defensive)

"Okay, fine, I'm the one recording this… (sighs) I know what you're thinking - "just steal from your dad!". Seriously, who do you think I am? Anyways, I did something else instead. I heard there's this competition with other teens where you get to travel the world, and guess what? I signed up for it! Without my parents knowing, of course, but that is irrelevant. They won't even notice I'm gone, I fear. I just hope the organizers don't ask for their permission, because Clarisse was the one who knew how to fake signatures, but now she's hanging out with other kids at school, and thinks she's better than me."

(inhales, then proceeds to speak loudly at a wall, probably)

"Like... Nina? The enemy? Be so for real right now Clarisse! My life is just grand without you! I'll get to travel the world and educate people on how bugs are friends, and definitely NOT disgusting or too dangerous! Well, most times. I'll also prove that even if you're a weird bug loving kid like me, you can still have a chance at a game that requires you to make friends. It'll be eaaasy! In a few weeks I'll be like, Clarisse who? Hahah!"

(brief pause on their flex-rant, which is totally NOT a defense mechanism because she's hurt by them growing apart. They return, slightly worried)

"Do you think I can die in there? Cause gosh, let's hope not! Imagine going on an adventure of a lifetime and not being able to tell people about your heroic deeds... that'd be so lame! Anyways, I'll see you when I see you, whoever is listening to this… Tomi out!"

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[RECORD ENDS]

wow if you're still here, thanks for reading, you wonderful bean! here, have a cute snail

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[bamgyuuuri]

⤷ let me ┈ csb.

sypnosis. in which your husband, soobin, lovingly and happily takes charge while you're feeling under the weather, tending to you and the chores with unwavering determination that just makes you adore him even more.

pairings and tags. husband!soobin x sick!reader (f/m) . domestic fluff !!! soobin would be such a sweet husband im crying . "in sickness and in health." overall just soobin being extremely loving and soft i love him i miss him so bad . lmk if i missed any!!

word count. 3.5k

short note … since it won the poll, here is the fic as promised !!!! i hope i did not disappoint >_<

taglist! @pagelets @jettithink @killa-1009 @j-ji-jia <3

you woke up nestled in the comforting warmth of soobin's arms, his soft, steady breathing a lullaby you could listen to forever. the first thing your sleepy eyes met was his face, lips slightly parted, the morning sun brushing over the faint freckles on his cheeks. your heart swelled, a smile tugging at your lips as you gazed up at him.

soobin, to you, was everything.

you thought back to the time before you even started dating. there was a day in college when you’d been caught in a sudden downpour, completely drenched and shivering. soobin had been waiting by the bus stop with a small, flimsy umbrella that barely shielded him, but instead of covering himself, he rushed to you, wrapping his coat around your shoulders and holding the umbrella over you while he got soaked without a second thought. 

it wasn’t just that moment, though. it was the small things—like how he always showed up early to save you a seat in class, or brought you coffee during late-night study sessions. he never made a big deal out of it, but his care was always ever present, woven into every little gesture. 

you never had to ask; he just knew how to make you feel seen. and before you even realized it, he had slowly won your heart—not with grand gestures, but with his quiet, constant thoughtfulness.

and when you finally started dating, those moments became even more frequent.

once, you had a bad day and locked yourself in your apartment, not wanting to talk to anyone. but soobin wasn’t just anyone. he had quietly shown up with a bag of your favorite snacks, a playlist of calming songs, and a small bouquet of tulips just because. he didn’t push you to talk; he just sat on the floor beside you, his presence enough to make you feel like everything would be okay.

his quiet patience, his unwavering support… everything about soobin made it so easy to fall for him. and eventually, it wasn’t just about the small acts of kindness anymore—it was the way he looked at you, the way you fit so naturally together.

when he asked you to marry him, there was no grand speech or extravagant gesture, just him, holding your hand and asking simply, “will you let me take care of you forever?” and of course, you said yes, knowing you’d already been taken care of in ways words couldn’t fully express.

even after marriage, his sweetness didn’t fade, it simply blossomed. you remembered the time he stayed up all night perfecting a new cake recipe because he wanted to surprise you for your birthday. when you woke up, he was still in the kitchen, flour dusting his hair and the biggest, proudest smile on his face as he held out the finished cake.

there was also the way he’d dance with you, even when there was no music. one night, while washing dishes together, he’d taken your soapy hands in his and twirled you around the kitchen, humming softly. "every moment with you is worth celebrating," he’d say, laughing when you’d accidentally flicked soap bubbles onto his shirt.

even in the smallest gestures, soobin’s love shone through. the way he would quietly refill your water bottle without you asking. the way he’d text you good morning, even when you were sitting in the same house, just because he wanted you to wake up to something sweet. the way he’d hold your hand in crowded places, not just to guide you but to let you know he was always there.

and now, lying here in his arms, you felt all of that love wrapped around you, unspoken but so deeply felt.

a tickle in your throat turned into a sharp, sudden cough, shattering the peaceful stillness of the morning. soobin stirred almost immediately, his arms tightening around you as if to shield you from whatever discomfort you were feeling.

“you okay?” his voice was groggy yet soft, tinged with a concern that made your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with the cough. he blinked a few times, his dark eyes finding yours. even half-asleep, his worry was evident in the way his brow creased slightly and his lips pressed into a thin line.

you nodded weakly, but the rasp in your breath betrayed you. his hand gently cupped your cheek, the warmth of his palm soothing against your slightly fevered skin. his thumb brushed over your temple with a tenderness that made you want to melt into him.

“you don’t look so good,” he murmured, his voice dropping even softer, as though speaking louder might hurt you more. before you could respond, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering there as if gauging your temperature. his lips were warm, comforting, and you couldn’t help but lean into the touch, even as another cough forced its way out.

that was all it took for soobin to make up his mind. “stay here,” he said firmly, yet so gently that it felt like a request more than a command. “don’t move, okay?”

you tried to protest, your voice barely above a whisper. “soobin, it’s just—”

“shh,” he cut you off softly, already shifting to sit up. his movements were unhurried, careful not to jostle you as he pulled the blanket up snugly around your shoulders. “let me take care of you.”

as he stood and moved toward the door, a sudden thought made your heart clench. “but what about work?” you croaked, your voice still hoarse. “you’ll be late, or… you might miss it entirely.”

he paused, turning back to look at you with a soft, reassuring smile. “you’re more important,” he said simply, his voice steady but kind. “work can wait. you can’t.”

“but soobin—”

“ah, ah, ah, no buts,” he interrupted gently, walking back over to press another kiss to your forehead. “they’ll understand. i’ll call in later, but right now, you need me.”

from the bed, you could hear him in the kitchen. the clinking of dishes, the soft whoosh of the kettle being set to boil, and, faintly, his voice humming a familiar tune. you smiled to yourself despite the ache in your chest. he always hummed when he was focused, the melody wrapping itself around you like a blanket even from afar.

a few moments later, he returned with a tray balanced carefully in his hands. there was a steaming mug of tea, the golden liquid swirling with honey and lemon. beside it, a plate of toast cut into neat triangles, butter glistening under the soft morning light.

“this should help,” he said, setting the tray down gently on the bedside table. he sat beside you, lifting the tea to your hands with care. “small sips,” he reminded you, his eyes watching you as you brought the mug to your lips.

the warmth of the tea soothed your throat almost immediately, but what truly comforted you was soobin—his hand resting lightly on your knee, his thumb drawing soft circles as if to wordlessly assure you he was right there.

“binnie… you really don’t have to do all this,” you murmured, your voice still hoarse but filled with gratitude.

he shook his head, his sweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “of course i do,” he replied softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. “you’d do the same for me, wouldn’t you?”

you nodded, your chest tightening for a different reason now.

“then let me,” he whispers as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head, his voice so gentle it made tears sting at the corners of your eyes.

once soobin saw that you were all settled, he stretched his arms dramatically above his head, letting out an exaggerated grunt. he even wobbled slightly as he bent down to touch his toes, pretending to warm up like he was about to run a marathon. it was the kind of goofy, over-the-top thing he did to make you laugh, and it worked every time.

“alright, you stay put,” he said with a cheeky grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “i’ve got this. you just relax and let me handle it all.”

you opened your mouth to protest, your voice still weak but insistent. “soob, it’s just a silly little cough… really, i can handle housework just fine...” 

he shook his head, his expression softening with a mixture of affection and determination. “i know it’s just a cough, but you need rest. i’m taking care of everything today. you just relax.”

you sighed, knowing full well that once soobin had his mind set on something, there was no changing it. you tried to argue again, but he raised an eyebrow, his smile widening.

“you don’t want me to do the chores? fine,” he teased, his tone playful as he pretended to be hurt. “i guess i could just leave the dusting for tomorrow…”

you rolled your eyes, unable to keep the smile from spreading across your face. “fine,” you relented, your voice barely above a whisper. “but don’t overdo it, okay?”

soobin’s smile was nothing short of triumphant as he nodded eagerly. “you’ve got my word.”

and with that, he was off.

 

you heard the soft sound of him moving through the house, dusting the shelves with careful precision. he hummed as he worked, the familiar tune of his favorite indie song floating through the air, soothing you even more.

 

your two little kids—your cats—followed him around, meowing at his feet, clearly expecting attention. soobin chuckled softly to himself, the sound light and warm as he picked up both of them in turn, cradling them like toddlers.

“alright, you two,” soobin said with a soft laugh, walking carefully between the rooms. “time for a nap, okay? you’re getting all worked up again.”

he gently placed them down beside you, their little paws twitching as they settled in, curling up as if they were true children seeking attention. you smiled as they nuzzled against your side, purring contentedly while soobin returned to his chores.

he continued on, sweeping the floor, carefully wiping down countertops, and even cleaning up the mess your darling little cats left everywhere. his movements were precise, methodical, yet there was an ease to it all. he was a man who took pride in every little task, no matter how mundane.

after a while, he returned to the kitchen, his steps light as he prepared lunch. he didn’t need to ask, for he knew exactly what you needed. he made the warm broth you loved, the one you’d often have when you weren’t feeling well. it simmered on the stove, the scent of herbs and chicken filling the air.

soobin soon returned to you with a steaming bowl, his smile was gentle, full of care. he was also holding a tablet in hand, which he placed on the bedside table for you to take after your lunch. “here, nice and warm, just for you.”

he handed you the bowl, settling beside you once more. the cats, now calm and settled by your feet, purred in contentment. the way they curled around each other almost made them seem like the perfect little "children" you both doted on.

as you took a sip of the warm broth, a deep sense of gratitude filled you. even in the smallest, quietest moments, soobin’s love was so apparent—always steady, always there.

“thank you, binnie” you murmured, your voice hoarse but filled with affection.

soobin’s smile softened, and he brushed his hand gently through your hair. “it’s nothing,” he said, his voice tender. “just doing what i love.”

after gently helping you take your medicine, soobin returned to tending after the house. he moved from room to room with determination, ready to tackle whatever chore came his way.

 

first, he decided to take care of the plants. you could always count on him to be gentle with them, but today, he took it to a whole new level. as he was watering the potted plants, he accidentally knocked one over, sending soil spilling across the table.

“oh no, not the fern...” he said, his voice tinged with mock horror as he scrambled to pick up the pot. he carefully rearranged the plant, giving it an exaggerated pat as if apologizing to it.

"it's okay, buddy," he muttered, making sure it was safely back on the table, though there was a little dirt left on the floor.

undeterred, he grabbed a small broom and dustpan, sweeping up the mess. but he made it look like he was in an intense, slow-motion cleaning sequence, taking far too long to make sure every speck of dirt was picked up.

next, he ventured into the bathroom. when he spotted the towels hanging on the rack, he figured it was time to fold them. but as he attempted to fold them neatly, one towel stubbornly refused to cooperate, rolling itself back into a lumpy mess. soobin blinked at it, his lips pressing into a small pout as he tried to fold it again, then again, until it finally resembled something close to presentable.

in the kitchen, he tackled the countertop, wiping it down with diligent care. however, when he reached for the dish soap, he accidentally knocked over a bottle of oil instead, and it spilled across the counter.

“heol…” he mutters, grabbing a rag to clean it up. his face lit up with pride once the counter was clean again, but there was a lingering olive oil smell. “well, at least it’s fragrant now,” he says, as if trying to convince himself it wasn’t a disaster.

after that, soobin moved to the laundry room, taking on the task of sorting clothes. he’d decided to separate them into colors and whites, but when he realized he had no idea which items went into which pile, he just picked everything up and threw it all into the washer.

“who needs to sort, anyway?” he joked to himself, before realizing halfway through that he’d thrown in a delicate sweater that definitely needed hand-washing.

"uh… that's my bad," he said with a sheepish grin, pulling the sweater out and hanging it carefully, making sure it wouldn’t get ruined.

as the day wore on, the house grew more and more spotless, the scent of freshly mopped floors and laundry detergent filling the air, while soobin’s gentle movements and soft hums of satisfaction seemed to add a sense of warmth to every corner he touched.

but as the clock ticked on, you found yourself growing more and more restless in your spot on the bed. you appreciated everything soobin was doing, you really did, but there was something you were craving more than anything else—a moment with him.

after hours of him tirelessly working through the house, you decided it was time to speak up. pulling yourself out of your cozy cocoon, you made your way into the living room, arms crossed as you looked at him, who was bent over, sorting through a pile of papers he had found while organizing.

“binnie,” you called out, your voice teasing but full of affection.

he glanced up, his eyes immediately softening when he saw you. “hey, are you feeling okay? you shouldn’t be out of bed yet,” he said, immediately stepping toward you with concern.

you couldn’t help but smile at how sweet and protective he was, but you had a point to make. “i told you not to overdo it,” you complained softly, folding your arms.

soobin chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he realized just how much he’d been absorbed in his chores. "i'm sorry," he murmured, a tender look of embarrassment flashing across his face. "i didn’t mean to overdo it. i just… i wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you."

you couldn’t help but smile at how endearing he was. there was no way to stay upset when he looked at you like that. your heart softened, feeling the weight of his love even in his simplest actions. "you’re too adorable," you whispered, shaking your head with a laugh.

with a warmth that sent shivers down your spine, he reached for you, his hands gentle yet firm as he pulled you close. his touch was like a quiet promise, full of care and tenderness. you rested your head against his chest as his arms wrapped around you, feeling the soft rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

soobin then cups your cheeks, leaning down to kiss your forehead with a delicate reverence, then moved to your nose, where his lips lingered just a moment longer than usual. his kisses were a silent declaration of his affection, a soft rhythm that carried his love in the most unspoken way. his lips moved to your cheeks, brushing them with a warmth that felt like home. and finally, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips—slow, tender, like he was savoring the very moment he had you in his arms.

when he pulled back, his eyes met yours, shining with sweetness and an almost shy glow. “i hope my work was up to your standards,” he whispers, words laced with gentle affection.

you smiled softly at him, the warmth of his presence settling deep in your chest. but before you could respond, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, the motion so smooth it almost seemed choreographed. you let out a surprised yelp, but your laughter quickly followed.

“soobin!” you protested lightly, clinging to him for balance, your heart racing with both surprise and affection. “what are you doing?”

his laugh was soft, full of endearment, as he gently placed you on the kitchen counter. “just wait here,” he said with a wink, his voice carrying a playful edge. “i’ll make you something special, then we can finally have some time together, yeah?”

you watched him as he moved around the kitchen, his movements fluid and precise. he was focused, yet there was a softness to the way he handled everything, as if every gesture, every action, was made with you in mind. he hummed quietly to himself as he prepared ingredients, his eyes flitting from the counter to you, ensuring you were comfortable in your spot.

soon enough, he set a steaming bowl of soup in front of you, the aroma of the broth wrapping around you like a soft embrace. it was warm, comforting, and you could tell it had been made with love. as you took the first sip, it was as if all the tension in your body melted away, the soothing warmth filling your throat and spreading down to your toes.

soobin watched you with soft eyes as you savored the meal, his gaze never leaving your face. after a moment, he spoke up, his voice soft and gentle. “how are you feeling now?” his eyes searched yours, filled with concern and affection.

you smiled at him, feeling the warmth of the food and the comfort of his presence settle deep into your chest. “i’m feeling much better now,” you reassured him, your voice still a little hoarse but full of sincerity. “all thanks to you.”

he smiled back at you, a small blush tinting his cheeks at the praise, though he seemed almost embarrassed by it. "i’m just glad you're feeling better," he murmurs, but you could see the way his heart warmed at your words, his love for you clear in the way his eyes softened even more.

as you ate together, the conversation flowed effortlessly, as it always did between the two of you. there was an ease to the way you spoke, a shared rhythm that made even the quiet moments feel intimate. and as you listened to him speak, you couldn't help but marvel at how deeply he loved you, how sweet and shy he could be, and how much effort he put into making you happy.

your gaze lingered on him, your heart swelling with fondness. your dear soobin, who was everything you ever needed. the way he was always there for you, the way he cared for you in every little way, from cooking your favorite meals to being there when you needed someone to listen. your dear soobin, who was a quiet force of love and tenderness, who never hesitated to do whatever it took to make sure you felt cherished.

your dear soobin, the man who never left your side, who took care of you even when you didn't ask. your dear soobin, the one who always managed to make you laugh with his shy, goofy nature. the one who couldn't take the subway alone without getting nervous, but whose heart was brimming with so much love for you and everyone around him that it never failed to make you feel safe and adored.

your dear soobin, who you knew had always wanted build a family, to create a life full of love and laughter.

you watched him closely, your heart swelling with love and something else—something deeper.

your dear soobin, always giving, always gentle. and so, tonight... you wanted to give him something in return.

leaning in slightly, you whispered, “what do you say we make tonight… unforgettable?”

soobin’s lips curls into a soft, knowing smile. “you know i can never say no to you.”

[antinousletmehit]

Hello pookie

I hope your having a good day, anyways, I saw you were asking for requests so I figured I'd give you one even though I'm sure your already getting many, also no pressure to actually do this or anything I don't want you to feel like anyone will be disappointed if you don't do this, but if you were looking for some inspiration or an idea...

(I know it seems out of the question to suggest a Telemachus x reader when you are already doing a story on that (which is very good btw))

Oh well, if you are looking for ideas - Telemachus x fem reader who is a servant at the palace. Well, there's my two sense.

Have a great day <3

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x fem!reader

୨୧┇note: I love Telemachus chat

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The palace was quiet, its grand halls wrapped in the heavy silence of midnight. Telemachus tiptoed past the sleeping guards, his sandals barely making a sound on the cool stone floors. His heart raced, not from fear of being caught, but from excitement. He knew you were waiting for him. Out in the garden, hidden among the olive trees, you leaned against a gnarled trunk, the moonlight casting a silver glow over your features. When you saw him, your face lit up with a smile that made his stomach flip.

“You’re late,” you teased, crossing your arms.

“Blame Athena,” Telemachus whispered, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “She wouldn’t stop lecturing me about responsibility.”You laughed softly, the sound like the gentle rustling of leaves. “And here you are, sneaking out with me. Very responsible, my lord.” Telemachus rolled his eyes, though his smile widened. “If you keep calling me ‘my lord,’ I might have to stop meeting you.”

“Oh, is that so?” you said, stepping closer. “What should I call you, then?”

“Just Telemachus,” he said, his voice softening. “When we’re out here, I’m not a prince. I’m just… me.” You nodded, your smile turning gentle. “Alright, Telemachus. Shall we go?” The two of you slipped through the garden and out into the open fields beyond the palace walls. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this, your secret nighttime escapades had become a routine over the past few months. You’d explore the countryside, climb hills, and sit by the shore, talking about everything and nothing.

Tonight, you ended up on a hill overlooking the sea. The stars sparkled above, their reflection dancing on the dark waves below. You sat down on the grass, and Telemachus joined you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. “You know,” he said after a moment, his voice hesitant, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this…free before.”

You glanced at him, your brow quirking. “Free?”He nodded, picking at a blade of grass. “When I’m in the palace, I’m always being watched, judged. Everyone expects me to be like my father, to grow into this great hero. But out here, with you… I can just be myself.” Your expression softened, and you reached out to touch his arm. “You don’t have to be anyone but yourself, Telemachus. You’re already enough.” His breath hitched, and he turned to look at you. The way you gazed at him, your eyes full of sincerity, made his chest feel tight. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

Instead, you smiled and leaned closer. “Can I show you something?”

Telemachus blinked, confused. “Show me what?” Without answering, you tilted your head and pressed your lips to his. For a moment, his entire body froze. His mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that he couldn’t quite process. This was his first kiss, his first real kiss. And it was with you. When you pulled back, he was still staring at you, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed. “I—I—uh—” You bit back a laugh, watching him flounder. “Telemachus? Are you alright?”

“I—yes—no—I mean—” He ran a hand through his hair, his voice cracking slightly. “Did you just—did we just—”

“Yes,” you said simply, your smile teasing but kind.

“Oh,” was all he could manage, his brain still trying to catch up. You reached out and gently touched his cheek, bringing his attention back to you. “Was that okay?”

He finally found his voice, though it was quiet and a little shaky. “It was more than okay.” Your smile widened, and you leaned back, propping yourself up on your hands. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” Telemachus stared at you, his heart pounding so loudly he was certain you could hear it. “You… you have?”

You nodded, glancing up at the stars. “You’re kind, and thoughtful, and you have this way of making people feel safe. How could I not?” He didn’t know what to say to that. Instead, he sat there, watching you with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Eventually, you turned back to him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Telemachus?”

“Yeah?” he said, his voice faint.

“You can breathe now.”

He let out a shaky laugh, finally exhaling the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Right. Breathing. Good idea.” You laughed with him, and the sound filled the night air, light and full of joy. As the two of you sat under the stars, Telemachus couldn’t help but think that, for the first time in his life, everything felt exactly as it should be.

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

broski, you keep saying mike is unable to say i love you to his gf, but at the end he finally said it (9 times) so whats your point literally?

you are holding onto old crap, and beating a dead horse. He said he loves her multiple times, boys are generally hesitant in expressing their emotions (patriarchy asks them to be tough ,not open up and everything), but he overcame that by the end of the season

do you think mileven is gonna break up after how explicitly he told el he loves her???? el also loves mike very much, its just a fight she's upset about, but people can FORGIVE and move on from past misunderstandings you know? el is veryymuch in love with mike since season 1, she can forgive mike for his one mistake (he basically rectified it too at the end of the day)

y'all keep saying mike gets upset when will doesn't talk to him but at the end of season 4 mike is upset that el is not talking to him much because she's grieving

ahhhh this is so exciting!!! i feel like ive made it or smth!

sorry for my late response i was in my physics class 😔

now, we dont KNOW for SURE what mike truly feels. you dont know. i dont know. no one will ever know until s5 comes out. however i have my speculations and so do you. and thats okay!! we dont have to agree :3 your allowed to believe whatever you want in regards to mike and els relationship. it doesnt affect me at all.

however, sense you app care about what i have to say so much i will yapp somemore about what i think. you dont have to agree with me. in fact ik you wont. and thats okay, clearly you are insecure enough about your own opinion that you feel the need to go to the other side and argue with someone in their anons. bc if your opinions were solid and unshakable youd have your url showing. but i get it i really do :)

anywayssss. charecters can lie.

just like people can lie.

i was in a romantic relationship with someone for about a year. and throughout that time, i told them i loved them multiple times. did i? no. did i want to? yes. i wanted to be in love with them. they were very very important to me and when they asked me out, i thought to myself 'well i do really like this person. why not?'

i was not in love with this person. i did not have romantic feelings for them. but i convinced myself i did. in the end, one day we were sitting next to each other and it just hit me. i didnt want to be here anymore. i had met someone else and was developing a crush on them at the time. so i broke up with them.

all this to say, mike can lie. hes not a high fantasy elf. something i feel is a big disconnect between bylers and milevens is that milevens tend to read most things at face value. just bc you say you love someone doesnt mean you do.

as for the patriarchy comment, mikes story line has never had to do with being tough, or not being man enough. he repeatedly says that he doesnt want to be popular, he doesnt care about fitting in. ofc this can still be a factor but i doubt its a huge point of his character arc. if it was they would have made a point of adressing him struggling with it before this.

on your point about moving on from fights, your so right about that. i dont in the slightest think that elmike are going to be on BAD terms in endgame but i dont think they'll be on romantic terms. even if byler isnt canon, and mike is straight. i still believe that.

as for his mistake being rectified. girl what u yappin ab. no it wasnt. if it was why was el not talking to mike in the van on the way back to hawkins

mike says in the last episode that they werent really talking. a little bit but not much. you could say that el was greiving max. but el DIDNT KNOW max was in a coma. when they get back to hawkins, dustin has a line where he explicitly says

"oh you guys dont know" in refrence to max.

is el traumatized? definitely!!! but she doesnt know max is in a coma. and even if she did, why wouldnt el seek comfort in her bf if they had fixed everything???

as for your last point, yeah mike is upset about el not talking to him. duh. however lets compare.

when mike is mad at will for not paying attention to him at rink o mania he actively brings it up. he actively pursues will and expresses his frustration over will being dismissive. he is visably upset. on the other hand, in the last ep of s4, mike doesnt even bring up el until will does. he seems mildly annoyed and confused about the situation and makes no moves to pursue her or seek out resolution. he makes no moves to comfort her about max ever. he doesnt walk with her, he doesnt hug her. nothing. the only affection between then is when EL puts her head on mikes sholder. mike makes no moves to comfort her more but he doesnt push her away. this is also right after mike activly began walking sideways to be able to stand next to will when there was an open space for him to stand right next to el im front of him. odd.

also you do realize that someone can be upset at the prospect of two people that are important to them being upset at them

its not will or el

its never been will or el

this has always been about mike and how he handles conflict and shit.

anywayssss my hands r going to freeze off bc its like 19 F outside and i wrote this walking across campus

hope this helps 💙💛

[quirekey]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! You don’t have to do this request right now since it’s probably new years where you live rn and you’re probably celebrating! You can do this whenever you’re free!

I just wanted to ask if you could do pt 2 of Chase and the singing reader fic?? I really loved it 😿🩵

Ty!! And once again, happy new years!!!🫶🫶🫶

LOL I’m glad you loved it! Also mb for the late one, mootie :[

[ CHASE ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ chase x human!femme!singer!reader ] [ part 2 ]

Part 1

“Well done, (Y/N), you have gained my trust and admiration.”

You turned to see Chase beside the Chief, he’s stoic and blushing… You knew Chase a little, how liked to sing but he wasn’t good at it or that he memorised all of the laws and rules on both Cybertron and Griffin Rock.

”Thank you, Chase. You're not bad yourself.”

START OF PART 2

The Chief looked up at Chase with a suspicious expression, now knowing Chase’s little secret. Chase looked back with his solid face, to everyone it seemed normal but Charlie knew Chase better than anybody else.

”Hey, wanna celebrate your attempt at the firehouse? I bet Blades would love to hear your voice too!”

”Hm… Sure, I got no food at home since I forgot to buy some so why not?”

Dani then grabbed your hand and started dragging you back to the firehouse while laughing. I guess you're walking today. Kade followed from behind while Graham, Boulder, Charlie and Chase stayed back to make sure the rest of the auditions went smoothly. Chase was urging to transform and follow you and the other two back, both worried that he couldn’t spend time with you and that you could be unsafe. Charlie placed a hand on Chase’s leg and gave him a nod of reassurance, this did sooth Chase somewhat.

When the auditions ended, the 4 made their way back. They came into the firehouse and expected a massive party, but they were wrong. It was just you and Dani feasting on snacks while watching a show with Kade standing behind taking handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. Blades watched too and Heatwave just leaned on the wall and observed the celebration. It was pretty humorous in a way. Chase immediately went to stand beside you as you sat on the couch and watched the show with you.

Sure, it looked like he was watching the movie too but in his head, it was different from reality. He wanted to make a move and maybe ask if you enjoyed detective analogs and how the law worked since everybody else enjoyed it (they didn’t, they just didn’t want to tell him the truth).

Days pass and finally, a quiet day in Griffin Rock comes by and blesses the poor fella. Chase had a chance to have a long and casual conversation with you without any interruptions. You were hanging out at the Firehouse to celebrate your role in the play by having dinner with the Burns. He went up to you and-

“(Y/N), do you perhaps have any song suggestions? Cody said it’s more enjoyable to have sound to accompany you when you are driving alone.”

”Hm? I don’t have many, no… I usually listen to Vocaloids or generally Japanese songs. I don’t think there’s anything that I like that would interest you.”

”Oh. May I listen to these ‘vocaloid’ songs then?”

“Well an iconic one I know is The Vampire, I think it’s pretty!”

You cleared your neck and started to softly sing said song. You were pretty shy so you kept your voice down but to a point where Chase could hear you. Your voice was so calming and automatically made his spark melt. You looked stunning in his optics and he wouldn’t trade you for anything.

”So, did you like it?”

”… Yes, it was enjoyable.”

Chase’s reply lingered for a bit in the air as you waited for the rest of his reply.

”(Y/N), is it possible for you to give me singing lessons? I do wish to try singing on my own but seemingly Heatwave dislikes it. I suppose you could help me since you have perfected your skills in music and tone.”

”Oh? Well, I’d be honored!”

The end :)

Unless there's a few that want a part 3

[snuggly-eve-art]

Hua-tober Day 1: Boss Gangboss Senti from the Bronie event continues to live rent-free in my brain

[sidesteppostinghours]

1 for the fhr prompts? :3

prompts from here!

HI I STARTED WRITING THIS THE MINUTE I SAW THE PROMPT LIST SO. EXCELLENT TIMING HONESTLY. this was a fun little what-if scenario very much inspired by @firststrikerr nefferious incident fic, you all should go read it, it has incredibly fun argent and chen dynamics. BUT ANYWAY. herald and argent.. go!!!

(oh also, pspsps @dogueteeth-fhr since you requested it as well)

1. "Oh, the PR department isn't going to like this."

"Oh," Argent says, a slow grin creeping onto her face, teeth as sharp as her smile as she inspects the picture on the fridge. "Oh, the PR department is going to hate this."

Daniel wasn't listening to her, too busy being miserable with his face buried in his hands. He'd been stuck like this for ten minutes now, wordlessly coming to terms with the fact he was getting fired. By this point, he was beginning to make peace with the idea of retiring. He had a good career. Maybe he could come back as a vigilante some time in the future with a proper masked identity this time. It was a miracle he wasn't fired the minute he stepped foot inside Steel's office; then again, maybe it would've been a mercy. That was easily the single most awkward conversation of his life. There's not exactly a tactful way to tell your teammate to not kiss the villain that broke his leg.

"Where did he even find this? I haven't seen anything on the papers yet." Argent tugs it off the fridge, thank god, grabbing a donut before plopping herself on the table next to him.

"I don't know," he groans, the first words he's said since he found it hung up. "They were there when I got here. I haven't seen Ricardo at all today."

"I'm surprised he hasn't tore you a new one yet." She takes a bite of her snack, looking at the pictures like she was reading the morning newspaper. "Cyrus to Puppeteer is one hell of a rebound."

Daniel grimaces, which was an appropriate reaction, but not for the reasons she thinks. Right. He broke up with Cyrus. That was bad enough for Ortega, but now he's made out with Puppeteer. Who is also Cyrus. Except Ortega doesn't know that, because Daniel kept it a secret. For Cyrus. And Puppeteer.

Ricardo was going to kill him.

"How long do you think it'll take till the press gets a hold of this?"

"Maybe... maybe PR will catch it in time?" He pulls his head up, looking at her with impossible hope.

She pauses her eating, looking over the picture to him with a single raised eyebrow. He groans again, dropping his head on the table with a thunk. He can hear her resuming her chewing.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think this is the first time Puppeteer's ever run away from you."

"Please." His suffering is still audible despite his voice being muffled by the table. "Be quiet."

It wasn't fair– what was Daniel supposed to do? They were in an abandoned building, nowhere near to any place the press should've been. He drags a hand over his face. The answer was obviously fight, but Puppeteer was taunting him. Getting riled up would've played right into his hands. He had shambled towards Herald with a stutter in his step that's so easy to connect now that he knows who's behind the mask. He thought the suit was designed to move like that, to play up the inhumanity (a terrible word choice, and it makes Daniel's mouth taste bitter).

"What would it take," he'd hummed, the vocal distorters turning it into a dissonant tune, "to finally make you face the truth?" He took a step forward, and Herald had stared him down, feet steady on the ground. "It was so easy getting what I needed out of you," he whispered. "You were so willing to be fooled." They were close enough to touch, but Puppeteer still had his hands neatly behind his back, and Herald hadn't budged. He had wondered what Cyrus could see on his face, read in his mind.

"You're nothing, Herald– to me, and to the rest of the idiots calling you heroes. Do yourself a favour, and quit before you end up embarrassing yourself again."

He was provoking him. It was clear to anybody who had any idea of the way Puppeteer operates. Part of Herald was tempted to give in– to take the first punch, and finally air out the grief he's been hiding for weeks. Was that his own sense of betrayal, or mental manipulation to goad him into acting? There was no way to be sure. The rest of him had wanted to prove him wrong.

So he did.

He finally closed the gap, quickly enough that Puppeteer didn't have a chance to register what was happening, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into a kiss. It wasn't good, his mask isn't exactly one inviting affection, but it wasn't for long. He'd pulled away, and he could imagine the emotions going through Cyrus' face even with the mask on, hands caught halfway between any sort of movement. It was the same look he had when Daniel said he liked hanging out with him the first time they had coffee together. The same look when he admitted he was attracted to him. The same one when Daniel said he loved him.

He hadn't realized his hand had migrated from over his face to settle onto his mouth, and when he finally looks up again, Argent is staring at him, brows furrowed together. Shit.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on between you two, but-"

"You don't need to say it." There's a slight squeak to his voice as he cuts her off. "Please. Whatever you need to say, Steel already told me. I promise."

She smiles again, amused, finishing the last of her snack.

"Whatever you say," she shrugs, swinging her legs off the table to stand back up. "Have fun with Ortega," she sing-songs, turning around before she could see his face.

She throws the picture in the trash as she leaves, leaving Daniel to wallow in peace.

[sysig]

Butterfly kisses (Patreon)

[autisticlee]

sometimes I think about how when I went to college for a year before I dropped out (basically failed out,) the counselors/dean told me they can't help me at all or give any accommodations unless I have an official autism/adhd diagnosis. that might sound logical at first, but when you think about it more, it's actually quite fucked up. if someone is struggling really bad, what's the harm in helping them? why do they require a paper to get even the smallest amount of help? people who don't need help aren't going to be failing miserably without help! even NTs could benefit from some adjustments to the horrible school system! (but changing the entire system is a whole other conversation that the school system isnt ready for)

but even if you do agree to jump through their hoops, you realize it's even more fucked up that the diagnosis process requires YEARS in most cases (in my case it took 4 or 5 years, can't recall exactly now, for autism/adhd diagnosis, which would have meant i finished school before getting it if i managed to mot fail out, or i wait that long before going back, which is a whole struggle itself) and they also tried billing me for THOUSANDS of dollars because of insurance issues!!

so you put a ton of time and money into this, and then get told the only accommodation they are willing to give you for autism and adhd is "a little extra time on tests"

....

my test scores were the best part of my whole class experience. that was NOT what I struggled with!!!!! those tests were all online and could be done in the comfort of your home where you can accommodate yourself and have plenty of time left over when you finish them because you are comfy in your own space, (and also, no one was stopping you from having your notes/books/google open to find the answers,) and you don't even need a time consuming, expensive diagnosis for that!

SO WHAT'S THE POINT!!!!!!!

[dimonds456]

Every day, I wish and hope that I'll wake up and be in the 1920's. Not because everything was better back then, but just because things were more alive back then. Or at least, it feels that way.

You look at some dance routines today, and there is most definitely talent on display, sure, but then you go and watch someone like Gene Kelly or especially The Nicolas Brothers dance and you're left sitting there like, "...what happened? Why don't we do this anymore?"

Music performances too. There are truly some talented people doing amazing stuff today, but it just doesn't feel as vibrant and alive as watching a big jazz band improv with each other in front of a crowd.

Singers weren't trying to sell, they were just, well, singing. There was more flexibility in vocal performance from what I can tell, and honestly this one warrants its own post.

Tap dance is considered stupid largely by non-dancers, when it's actually REALLY HARD and fully of such joy and whimsy. You're a musical instrument and dancing at the same time! What's not to love? Not to mention, the physical toll that takes on a person. Insane.

The only dance I was taught as a kid was the slow dance. If I wanted to learn anything else, my parents said no, unless it was ballet, but I was never interested in that personally. Now, I look back on things like the Charleston or the Lindy Hop and I just wanna learn how to move like that; to let go and be in the moment. I don't know how, and none of the adults in my life can tell me, either.

The movies back then were so creative and grand, considering the budget and scale they were allowed to work with. Stuff like Robin Hood or Metropolis are absolutely jaw-dropping, and yes, we could make that today, but it'd be with CGI or super realism, when a huge part of the charm came from the use of miniatures and spot-on performances and choreography.

Listen. We still have all of these today. Even tap dancing is still around, even if it's largely (wrongfully) considered silly by many. But it just doesn't feel the same. I'm not sure how to put it into words. The 1920's was where our modern times were really born, I think, with inventions like the camera, the radio, animation, jazz, ect all coming together in this decade to launch new art forms, entertainment, and way of life. They weren't called "The Roaring 20s" for nothing.

I wanna live in that so bad.

[homestuck--edits]

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-Mod Becsprite

[mayo-is-an-instrument]

I made a boo oc!! I'll make more drawings to use them for when I start making "serious" YouTube videos :3

[mirimage]

Shouldn’t be allowed to regulate my own sleep schedule I should just be forcibly sedated every evening

[arklay]

WIP DAY.

tagged by @girlbosselrond @morvaris @aartyom @risingsh0t @phillipsgraves @leviiackrman @indorilnerevarine & @denerims over the past month! sorry it's taken me so long to get to anything at all, i'm sure you guys have heard me address it enough, but thank you all so much for continuing to tag me in things while i've been inactive ♡

tagging @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @florbelles @jendoe @lightwardens @liurnia @nokstella @nuclearstorms @shadowsofrose @shellibisshe @steelport @swordcoasts @wrymbloods @voerman & all of those who tagged me again cause i'm so behind + anyone else who'd like to share anything they're working on, not just writing! ♡

i haven't written anything since the last wip game i did, but i started trying to put diana's timeline together at the start of january, so i mean... i'll show that instead. as you can see, fatigue hasn't let me do much with it even though i've got all of her timeline already done and strewn about all over the place.

started with 1995 onwards cause it was originally going to be an ewskers timeline situation, but then wanted to include all of her backstory so i went back to the start and still have the late 80s and early 90s to get through before then, but yeah :]

it's going to include like all little moments i've thought of between the ewskers just for me and placing them on the timeline, so you can imagine how long this is going to get if i have to go to 2021 for village... like just 1996-1998 is going to be so much... she's very special to me if you couldn't tell already lmaoo

never sharing this though, it's just for me, and like will help for when i do her timeline page (more in-depth version of what's on her oc page) to just run through canon events and brief descriptions and whatnot. you understand.

everything is blurred out besides 1995 ewskers momence and the years, just cause like idk her i feel weird sharing her in-depth backstory unless it's in dms or something, just cause there's lots going on there and yeah. things. idk

i also made a carrd for twt if you wanna have a look at that :] there's some cheeky subtle things with the two resi items i used as pics hehe

actually, you know what, i'll give a lil bit from where i left of with that rewrite anyways, even though it's been months since i wrote it. but why not

Wesker left a fleeting kiss behind her ear then reached around her and hooked his fingers beneath her coat, prompting Diana to glance back at him. But all he did was gently pull it from her shoulders. She watched him from out of the corner of her eye as he hung it up on the rack by the door, his movements careful and almost calculated, until he turned back towards her, and the warmth of his body returned once more. He pressed up against her side this time, as opposed to her back, and one of his hands found a home on her waist. The way the arm it belonged to was resting firmly against her as he began leading her towards the kitchen was comforting, secure, yet unmistakably possessive. And she revelled in it. He had quite the knack for handling her just the way she wanted.

[seenthisepisode]

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[starswordartblog]

Shininginktober Days 2 & 3 - Bowie & Oddeye (+ Peter)

Quiet guy carrying the world on his shoulders, quiet guy with demons on his past, and a chicken who talks enough for three people. I love them. I also have no idea if I wanted Peter to be this big but it's too late to go back now lol