#I don't think the fits been named yet... but the one that has fashion that literally is exactly what I wear

[skullzy20]

y'know if anyone gets me the Gemini skins bundle this Tennobaum I think I'd just die on the spot

[tossawary]

I was thinking about Fandom's Darlings recently because I encountered another case of "Yes, Your Ship Has Become Canon But At What Cost???" in the wild. Which is a mouthful, but I don't have a snappier name for these events in fandom yet.

It's when two characters get together in a story, but... their characterizations get destroyed in the process because the writers apparently 1) can't write solid romance (it's a specific skill!) and 2) also can't fit that romance into the broader story. Often, all of the supporting characters surrounding this shiny couple will ALSO suffer severe characterization damage to make this romance happen. And sometimes the larger plot and even the worldbuilding will also take hard structural hits so the story can focus on this GREAT PASSION that frankly just isn't... executed well.

Like, if a ship I dislike becomes canon, that's one thing, but if the writing for it isn't even semi-competent, that's worse!!! And the really insufferable part is actually the shippers who are not only popping bottles because their ship went canon, but will mock everyone who complains about the bad writing (or tries to earnestly analyze why exactly this conclusion sucks) as "bitter sore losers". I mean, the characters you profess to love have been turned into empty shells of themselves, the canonical partnership here is about as shallow as a puddle, and the integrity of this entire fictional world is on fire, but sure, you "won" this ship war. Congrats.

There is nothing else to do but move on, it's definitely not worth getting into it with anyone. But it REALLY sucks if you actually liked either of the characters involved or maybe even liked the ship itself, because then it's like... "I have been given an enormous cake, but it has been Poisoned. I cannot eat this, for I would choke on it. I have been Betrayed In A Fashion Most Vile." But everyone still sitting at the table tells you that you ought to be happy! At least you got some cake!

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Ranking the promotional inklings/octolings by how much I like their outfits: Splatoon 2

Note: Since I saw some people asking about it in the last one, the names I'll be using are from the official trailers/directs, they tend to pretty consistently use the same in-game names for each promo kid.

Surume

King Flip Mesh - White King Tank - Mint Dakroniks

Starting off with the classic black/white + colorful shoes style.

This one has a fun sporty vibe to it.

Also kind of a tomboyish look, and that's always fun.

5/5 It's simple but it just works really well.

Cuttlefrsh

Squidfin Hook Cans - Black V-Neck Tee - Yellow-Mesh Sneakers

A simple, primarily black outfit accented with the yellow of the shoes and gloves.

I don't like this particular shoe model very much, but they work really well in the context of this outfit.

It all comes together to form an outfit that is basic, but still sleek and active.

4/5 I can only really dock points for the shoes but I think this is a really cohesive fit with a lot of personality.

Kensaki

Half-Rim Glasses - Hula Punk Shirt - Piranha Moccasins

Primarily neutral tones with some matching red-orange accents on the shoes and shirt, alongside ink-colored glasses.

Like a lot of them this is a simple outfit, but it's always stood out as one of the ones with the most character to me.

This also serves as our introduction to the Annaki brand, and I think it's a very good one.

5/5 There's a lot of personal bias here, but I think this is one of the strongest outfits in the series.

Kelpshot

Hockey Helmet - Inkopolis Squaps Jersey - Canary Trainers

Looking at this outfit from the top it is mostly just a hockey uniform... until you get to the green-and-yellow sneakers.

The shoes really are a wild swerve in the context of the rest of the outfit, and in this instance it's not a I swerve I think works or does anything interesting. They're just kind of mismatched.

I also think this outfit in particular is very ink color dependent. It looks good in this render, but if you've got something like pink or orange ink I think it just becomes way too messy.

2/5 The idea is there but it just doesn't cross the finish line.

Splashley

Bucket Hat - Matcha Down Jacket - Black Dakroniks

This outfit is going for matching, neutral headwear and shoes alongside a more ostentatious centerpiece with the bright yellow jacket.

I'm not personally all that huge on the way this outfit is put together. There's nothing wrong with it, the neutral colors do work with the bold yellows, but to me the matching shoes and hat makes the entire thing feel very boxy and compartmentalized.

Also, while it's very desaturated the Bucket hat does still change to match your ink color, which could throw off the intended balance here.

3/5 It's... fine. It's fine, but I think it could have been more. Maybe with some glasses instead of the hat?

Yari

Takoroka Visor - Takoroka Windcrusher - Neon Delta Straps

Another outfit built around a big centerpiece, in this case the Windcrusher, with headwear and shoes picked to match.

Honestly a very well-put together 'fit that manages to carry the multicolored motif of the Windcrusher through to the shoes and the hat even as their black elements clash with it.

I've only really got nitpicks and personal complaints here. I don't like this particular shoe model, and I think they could have done something more interesting than the visor, but that's really it.

4/5 This one's too baseline competent for me to rank it any lower, even if I wish it was just a bit bolder as a whole.

Kou

Knitted Hat - Shirt with Blue Hoodie - Smoky Wingtips

This one is interesting, because it is largely kind of a hodgepodge mix of primary color items and a cap that changes ink color.

...And yet I think it works really well, and to me a lot of it comes down to the dress shoes. They're so much fancier than the rest of the stuff she's wearing that it changes how the entire ensemble reads.

To me, this is peak "wear something comfy" fashion. It's got the vibe of just throwing together what you've got that's clean, except you've got this one expensive article of clothing you love and want to show off, and I think it is very charming.

5/5 Not all outfits need to be carefully coordinated to be perfect.

Tof-U

Painter's Mask - Pink Easy-Stripe Shirt - Hunting Boots

So this one is just weird, mixing large outdoor boots, a gas mask, and a fairly ordinary striped shirt.

And I do think the weirdness is the point here. This is the kind of outfit that inherently says a lot about the person wearing it, and so what you get out of it is largely dependent on your read of that person.

And to me, what this 'fit leaves to the imagination is what makes it worthwhile, especially alongside the done-up hairstyle. Someone specifically chose to wear this combination.

3/5 It is quite frankly a mess, but it has just enough specificity that it doesn't just feel like someone chose their outfit at random.

The Octolings

(They don't have any official names)

Black FishFry Bandana - Octoking HK Jersey - Red Powe Stripes

Oh hello, neutral headwear and top with more colorful shoes, you're back!

Except a bit more elaborate than usual, as the jersey's got a lot more going on than the usual single solid T-shirts they usually go for, and it works really well with the paisley pattern of the bandana.

That said this is another case of me not liking the shoes, as I've always found the Power Stripes too big and bulky for my liking.

4/5 Girl if you'd just picked better shoes it would have been perfect. You were so close

Squidlife Headphones - Red Cuttlegear LS - Suede Gray Lace-Ups

A very simple outfit with neutral headwear and shoes surrounding a more colorful shirt.

*Points* Look everyone, it's ProChara! Except not really, because he'd pick more interesting shoes than the ones on display here.

I'll be real. This one is just kind of boring to me. The shirt is the centerpiece of this outfit but it's just too simple to justify such plain headwear/shoes.

2/5 It's honestly baseline FINE but it screams "I am not confident enough in my sense of style to actually try and coordinate an outfit"

[be-missed]

Find You Again

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Reuniting as stars, former high school sweethearts stage a fake relationship to boost their public image. Navigating the scripted romance, sparks fly. The big question: can this staged connection reignite their real love?

Warning: curse words, notify me if there are any. Credits to the owner for the picture that I used below the cut.

A/N: I'm so excited to write this, enjoy. New series for y'all.

Song: I Can See You // Taylor Swift

Masterlist

Chap 1

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Flashing lights are all that Y/N can see, facing all the cameras in different angles, her name being shout by different people, and different set of eyes are focused on her. Walking the red carpet was one of the things that Y/N enjoys when she is invited for an event like the MET Gala; the other things that she enjoys, well, the women who walks with their wonderful dresses. Men? Not really, but the press and the people doesn't need to know that.

"You are staring" a voice from behind her said—her publicist, Emilia notified her when she was staring far too long to the woman that was in front of her. Y/N just shrugs and shakes her head, waiting for her turn to be interviewed.

A few minutes have passed, she is now the next in line to be interviewed, "So Y/N, what a lovely fit you have. Can you tell us who you are wearing?" the interviewer asked, and Y/N answered, "I am so honored to be chosen as one of Givenchy's Ambassador for this event, honoring one of the most prominent person that anyone knows in fashion..."

Y/N's voice got buried with a loud screaming from the bottom of the stairs. Fortunately Y/N got to finish her answer before she looked down. Then there she was, looking like a doll, dress to kill, looks that can melt; Jenna Ortega was standing in the bottom of the stairs, posing for every camera that she caught.

A smile creeping in Y/N's mouth has been caught by the reporter and the camera, this gave the reporter a chance to segue a hot topic that you and Jenna dance around, answering yet not giving the exact information that the people want, "Looks like Jenna Ortega arrived in the house, there have been rumors going around for quite some time now, that the two of you have a history?" the reporter asked with a malice on his voice.

Y/N smiled and answered "Well, we were uhm, friends way before our careers, so yes, we did know each other and yes I can say that we have a great history, but there's no bad blood between us" and chuckles, that leads to the reporters new question "So, if that's what it is, is she the muse for the new single titled 'I Can See You' that you dropped a few weeks ago and will perform later?"

Y/N chuckles and rubs her chin, trying to think of a way to dodge the question, "I mean, Jenna is a wonderful woman, I can't deny that, WE can't deny that. But you know, where is the fun of writing songs if I'm just gonna admit who I'm writing for, right?" Y/N leaves with a wink to the camera and entering the venue.

"That was fucking close. What's with the media trying to come up with something between me and Jenna? It's been going on for months" Y/N whispered to Emilia, trying to find a champagne that she can drink. "There are photos that are circulating in the internet from when you were in High School with Jenna" her publicist answered.

This statement made Y/N look at her publicist with a questing look "Okay, now what? I mean what can they make out of the pictures? I'm pretty sure Jenna is denying it for sure" and got the chance to seat at their designated table. "Yeah, she's totally not denying it, the both of you kept on giving vague answers. But they are the media and your fans, connecting every song that you write and the events that happens to your life and Jenna's life," Emilia said with a knowing look and sipping a champagne.

"How? I mean, I kept on using a he/him pronouns on my song to lower the connection. Don't tell me they are that smart to know and connect things, don't you?" Y/N said to her publicist, looking so worried about the on-going rumor that can't seem to die.

On the other side of the venue, Jenna was taking a seat with Enrique trying to hide an annoyed look. "What's with the rumors and Y/N, they kept on reoccurring, why can't it die?" Jenna said trying to fidget with pearls that on her dress. "You know that the both of you aren't denying anything, right?" Enrique said to the girl.

Jenna then send Enrique a look that can kill and said "I am denying it, that's for sure. While HER, she keeps on dancing around it" Enrique then shakes his head "Oh no darling, you weren't denying it, the BOTH of you are dancing around it. Please don't deny it" then Jenna answered him so quick "I am denying it, I kept on saying no..."

Enrique just chuckles and said "See, the both of you aren't denying anything. You and Y/N always say that the both of you are 'good friends' and for the record, the both of you are always in the same event" and ended his sentence with a shrug trying to prove his point.

Jenna just rolled her eyes and tries to listen to whoever is speaking. While Y/N got called backstage to get ready to perform.

The host announced that Y/N was about to perform. Lights were dimmed and a shadow in the middle can be seen, the intro starts, and the crowd began to applaud and scream for Y/N's name.

Jenna noticed the intro and looked at Enrique and said "Really, she's gonna sing this? Out of all the songs?" and Enrique chuckled at the comment and replied "Well that's her new song, what can we do but to listen and enjoy, right?"

The performance ended with pyrotechnics in the stage and a wild crowd.

As the host again took over the stage, Jenna decided that she needed another drink, because what the fuck was that lyric, it just added gas to the burning fire, nice move, she thought in a sarcastic tone.

"One sour whiskey please" Jenna said to the bar tender, wanting to seat in the bar stool but sadly, her gown is restricting her. While she was waiting for her drink, whispers can be heard from behind her, not wanting to know the drama she still decided to maintain her focus on the bar.

"Nice dress you have there"

Once the voice registered, her eyes widen and her hand clenches into fist. Thinking if she ignores the voice, it will just go away, because if she faces the other girl tonight, she don't know if she will make a scene. But to no avail, the voice speak again, now beside her.

"I said you look good in your dress, Miss Ortega" Jenna heard, now feeling a smirk plastered on Y/N's face. With all her might Jenna faced the other girl with a tight smile, her hand clenched by her side and said "I heard you the first time, you know?" with an eyebrow raised, "Oh so you were just ignoring me then?" Y/N said now trying to make a sad face.

Jenna's jaw clenched, how can Y/N take this like a joke, "Yes you are right, I am ignoring you" focusing back on the bartender, "But I thought we were 'good friends', right" Y/N answered while trying to tease Jenna, "In case if you didn't notice, I say that for us to have neutral grounds, now can you please piss off?" Jenna answered and thought that it might be a little harsh but she really just want to be away from Y/N.

Before Y/N got to say something, the bartender gave Jenna her drink, and when she's ready to walk away, a photographer got in her way and said "Hey Y/N and Jenna, can you please pose so that I can take a shot"

Y/N greeted the photographer with a smile and accepted the request, she pulls Jenna near her, while Jenna tries to stay her ground, "Come girls closer" the photographer again said and Y/N thought, "This man surely knows how to stir the pot"

The both of them smiled for the camera, closer than they have been for 5 years. This was the first picture of them that they were this close to each other after their career boomed and well, after what they had.

"Thanks ladies, enjoy the night" the photographer said and left the duo. "Okay you can let go now" Jenna said, "For your information, I also don't like being linked to you, so I came here to clear things out, yeah?" Y/N said with a nod in her head.

That surprises Jenna "Okay, I get that, then go on and deny that we had a history" Jenna said challenging Y/N, "You first, you are always out doing interview, unlike me, I don't have any premiere shows or any other events like this" Y/N smirked.

It made Jenna's blood boil again, inhale and exhale, she reminded herself. She doesn't want to make a scene and be banned to this gala, this is her second time, she doesn't want it to be her last she thought.

Y/N walked away and left Jenna stunned with her drink on hand.

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After the MET Gala, of course there would be an after party, Jenna was invited to many but decided to go to the nearest one to her hotel.

Trying to fix her make-up inside the car that she is on, she hears Enrique say, "Okay, slow down with the drinks, we don't need you going around the place" with a knowing look, Jenna then replied "That was ONE time oh my god, please let that go" with an annoyed tone.

Her car stopped at the entrance, looking outside through her window she saw a dozen of paparazzi trying to get a picture of none other than Y/F/N Y/L/N.

"Fuck, no fucking way" Jenna said to Enrique, still looking at the window, "What? What's the problem?" Enrique asked her worriedly, "Y/N is here, I can't stand another minute of faking smiles with her, every time I see her I fell like my stomach churns and I want to vomit so bad. Enrique please, let's go to another party" Jenna pleaded that earned a shakes to Enrique's head.

"Nope, can't be, your manager chose this party so you can mingle with different artist. I can't say no to that, and you know it" Enrique stated with a stern look, not giving Jenna a chance to say another word.

With a grunt Jenna whispers to herself "Here goes nothing" and exits the car. Another set of cameras are now trying to capture Jenna and her outfit for the afterparty, looking at the entrance, she saw Y/N rolled her eyes, Jenna thought "The fucking nerve of this girl t roll her eyes"

Now that they are in the same vicinity again, the paparazzi wasted no time and asked for a picture of them together, which they don't say no, since they don't want to cause another issue.

Y/N greeted Jenna with an open arm and huge smile, when Jenna got situated next to Y/N, she heard the other girl say "Are you stalking me?" which made Jenna look at the girl, with the heels that she is wearing, she stepped on Y/N's toe that made Y/N jerked in pain, with a worried voice Jenna said "Are you okay?"

With that, the security ushered the cameras away and assisted the both of them inside.

"DO you really need to step on me?" Y/N said, "Oh, I didn't mean to, really" Jenna answered, voice filled with sarcasm. Y/N have a deadpan look not believing what Jenna said "Yeah? You sure there?" Y/N said challenging Jenna, and that made Jenna smile "Of course not, I would do it again and again."

With that, Jenna left Y/N speechless. Y/N thought to herself "Is she that fucking angry at me? What did I even do to her?" and proceeded to enter the party and mingle with other artists.

The party actually went well for the both of them, avoiding each other like a plague, Y/N performing in the party and joining the DJ in the booth while Jenna tries to expand her connections and tries to know new faces.

Another hour have passed and Y/N was now taking a break from all the mingling and faking smiles and went to the bathroom, as if like faith is trying to take the both of them as a joke, she saw Jenna bending over the sink.

"Are you fine?" voiced laced with worry as Y/N walked slowly towards Jenna, "Don't come near me" Jenna said head still hanging low. Y/N stopped in her track and said "You are tipsy... or like drunk? You need to go home."

The statement made Jenna look at Y/N and said "What now, you're my mom now?" Y/N just rolled her eyes knowing that it is impossible to argue with a drunk Jenna. Y/N fished out her phone and texted someone, "Come on, I'll bring you to your hotel, can you tell me where it is?" Y/N asked while staying on her track.

"No, I won't go with you, I don't want to go with you can't you see that? Leave me alone" Jenna said trying to fix her make-up in front of the mirror, "Why not? You clearly can't walk straight I bet" Y/N said and chuckled. Jenna hates it, she hates that Y/N is right, that is why she is in the corner holding herself through the sink and not moving an inch because she knows she'll stumble with her drunk state and her heels so high.

Y/N take Jenna's silence as a cue to go to the other girl and support her. Jenna then said "We can't be seen going home together, I don't wanna be seen with you" It made Y/N's heart ache, is she that fucking bad in Jenna's perspective to the point that she doesn't want to be seen with her? Y/N just swallowed down the pain that she feels.

"Yeah, I messaged Enrique, he will meet us at the entrance and I'll make sure to not be seen with you." with a heavy sigh, Y/N supported Jenna to walk out of the bathroom through the crowd of people inside the party and into the entrance.

"Jenna, Enrique said he'll meet us at the front" Y/N notified and it made Jenna shakes her head "No... Y/N Nooooo" Jenna whined, it made Y/N chuckle, if she can have Jenna like this every time, not wanting to cut her throat, or sending sarcastic comments, she would make Jenna drink alcohol for as long as she wants, but she knows she can't.

But like their situation right now, Enrique can't really enter so they need to meet him in front.

"Jenna, I'm very sorry but we really need to meet him in front" Y/N said and telling to the security that they will go out of the establishment, which the security ushered them to.

Flashes of light welcomed them to the outside world, not far enough Y/N saw Enrique waiting for Jenna. "Thanks, I'm really sorry I can't meet you inside" Enrique said which Y/N answered "It's okay, take care, I'll be back inside"

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"WE CAN SEE YOU: Jenna Ortega and Y/F/N Y/L/N seen going home together after the after party for the MET GALA"

Actress Jenna Ortega and Singer Y/F/N Y/L/N seen together leaving the after party hand in hand. But before this, they are also seen in the red carpet, fans capturing how the singer look at the actress. They have also been asked with questions pertaining to them being together but the both of them swam around the topic. Another photo of them was released mingling by the the bar inside the MET, having all smiles and flirting with each other.

Their fans have been speculating that they were together ever since High School and just kept it lowkey due to their reputation and their careers. The fans also tried to make sense of Y/N's released songs and connected it to the actress, which can somehow make sense, but we can't be for sure knowing that the singer also have a list of exes.

The fans and the media seemed to not disagree and hate their dynamic, instead they hope that what they speculate is real, knowing and seeing how beautiful they look together.

Stay tuned for the latest update towards our favorite couple, or may I say duo? Who knows, right?

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A/N: Hope you enjoy this new series, thoughts?

Chapter 2

[darkbluekies]

The origin of the ocs

Silas Achilleos:

I have always loved to write and read mafia fics. I wrote them before I wrote fanfiction, during fanfiction and now. When I created this account, I wanted a mafia man who's main characteristic was that he was kinky. I didn't like the ones I had read about that bent their partner over their lap for every little thing and that their entire relationship was built on sex. I wanted someone that felt human. So i made him in November 2022.

Silas name comes from a store I used to walk by all the time. I have no recollection of knowing about the name before I saw that store, so unconsiously the name must have come from there. I liked it because it was a name I hadn't been familiar with and I could "mold" the name to whatever I wanted, i had no connection to a certain person. I could make my own. His surname, Achilleos, was chosen because it reminded me of the character "achilles" and how he was untouchable besides one part of his body. Like this, i wanted darling to be Silas "achilles heel".

Silas personality comes from my want of something different. I wanted some humor, some drama, some weak spot. I made him childish, hypocritical, emotional. I didn't want him to be 2d.

Dr Karl Kry:

I have always loved the atmosphere of hospitals. I don't know why. They almost give me "backroom" vibes. I thought that it could be interesting to try to write about a doctor even though I have no medical knowledge. I have always loved to write characters that are weak and dependent on someone, which would work perfectly if I created a doctor. I created him in December 2022.

Dr Karl Kry's name comes from swedish. "Karl" means "man" and "Kry" means the opposite of being sick (not sure if english has the exact word). I thought that it could be fun if a doctor had that surname because only swedes/nordics would be able to get that little joke.

His personality is a bit of a mixture between the sterotypical swede and an opposite to what you think a doctor should be like. He's cold, quiet, doesn't like touch and is very modest while still being very professional and "sweet". He is quite old fashioned and carries traits that were normal then.

King Edmund of Vesanus

He wasn't supposed to be a character. I had gotten inspired to write the "Masquarade massacre/dance with death" oneshot because of a music video i used to watch when i was a kid (Eric Saade: Masquarade) and i wrote the oneshot in January 2023. It quickly became my most liked story so I decided to add him to the characters.

Edmund's name was originally Edward, but I have a character in one of my private novels with the same name and I thought that it would be weird for me if I named them the same thing. I decided to use a similar name and I decided upon Edmund. It sounded like it could belong to a royal. His kingdom "Vesanus" is in latin and means "mad/insane/frenzied" and I thoght that fit him extremely well.

His personality comes from the stereotypical spoiled king imagine, but I also wanted to make him ... human? He is a teenage boy who doesn't know who he is and only knows that he is the crown. He is lost and I think that shows. Edmund is ignorant, spoiled, rude and yet teasing, humorous, childish and caring.

Jerry (Yubin) Kim:

My first girl. She was created as a side character in a kpop mafia fanfiction i wrote back in 2020 and then reaccured in another kpop mafia fanfiction i wrote in 2021, although she was not a yandere back then. I loved her character and knew that I had to add her here.

Her name is special, to me. I don't remember why I named her Jerry, all I know is that I wanted a male name for a girl, and Jerry is a boy name that also feel like a girls name. That is the name she goes by, but her birth name is Yubin, although she doesn't go by that anymore. Her surname is a popular surname in korean, so that doesn't have much behind it.

Her personality is a rollercoaster. When I created her back in 2020, she was a bit different to what she is now. She was much happier, joked a lot, didn't have much darkness in her. She was pretty flat. Now that she's here, she has evolved into a much more human like character, much more rounded. She is a pretender. She feels one thing but pretends to feel different. All her joking persona isn't all real, she is pretty emotional. Jerry has many layers and many emotions she can't understand, she feels a lot of guilt, fear, love and hate, but presents a careless, joking girl to everyone else.

Hedwig Carter:

Hedwig is a character that was evolved from another character I was writing. In the beginning of this account, i tried out different kinds of characters to find the ones I wanted. I was writing a "quiet kid" yandere oneshot because I wanted this typical yandere setting, aka being in school. But I didn't like the character, I already had men (kry and silas) and I wanted it to feel like yandere simulator, so I scrapped that oneshot and created a girl. She wasn't supposed to be rich, but I decided to add it to have more to work with. I created her out on an evening walk in January 2023.

I don't like when characters who are supposed to be "normal" have "non-normal" names. I cannot imagine a girl who goes to school like everyone else having a name like "elowen", "amethyst" etc. i want the name to fit the situation and feel natural. Hedwig is one of those names. It feels wealthy, yet natural. It is distinctive, yet normal. The name Carter came to me when playing the game "titanic adventure out of time" when you have to go down to the cargo and the steward are like "YOURE A CARTER!!!" because the Carters owned the car that was on board the ship and a car in 1912 was expensive and etc. The name just stuck with me and felt like old money wealth, which she is.

Hedwig's personality is meant to be the opposite to Jerry, but they are quite alike too. Hedwig is sweet, innocent and loving. She doesn't like being mean. I wanted a rich popular girl that wasn't rude, entitled or a mean girl. Hedwig has a hard time controlling her emotions and can easily become "hysteric". I wanted an opposite to what's usually done - the rich popular girl is the one obsessed with someone instead of the other way around.

[warping-realities]

Bed and Breakfast

"I can't believe you're going to make me stay in a place like that." Said the beautiful woman with an arrogant tone towards her companion. Without realizing that she was being heard by the owner of the small and cozy coastal inn.

"Babe, calm down, the place is really nice and seems to be very comfortable. And it's highly rated on travel sites. We'll be lucky if there's room for us here."

"We wouldn't have to go through this if you had booked a hotel in advance."

"Laura, love. You decided on a trip to a fashionable place at the last minute during high season, there was no vacancy and yet you insisted on coming."

"Of course, everyone important is here, what do you think my followers would say if I didn't come. An influencer has to be aware of all the trends, Jeremy and this is the place of the moment, only God knows why." Laura replied, making her boyfriend let out a sigh before being prevented from responding by a cheerful and jovial voice.

"Good night, I'm Cintia, owner of Cozy Cabin, welcome, how can I help you?"

"Good evening, ma'am. My name is Jeremy Grant, and this is my fiancée, Laura. We are looking for accommodation."

"Oh dear! I'm sorry, but we're all booked up, reservations have been closed for over two months, we've become a very popular place lately." The woman of indecipherable age responded, because at the same time that she showed signs of age, she had an aura of joy and youth around her, at that moment tainted by a genuine tone of sadness at not being able to help. Which turned into indignation and anger when the young, pretty blonde woman in front of him let out a dismissive giggle followed by a howl of reproach towards her fiancé. However, before Cintia could say anything, Jeremy quickly intervened.

"Isn't there really the slightest possibility Cintia? It would only be for one day so that Laura can take some photos and post them, she is a digital influencer."

"Really? I've never heard of you darling." Cintia said, taking advantage of the moment to repay the young woman's rudeness, who in turn couldn't stand to remain silent.

"I work with a young audience, it's understandable if someone your age doesn't know me." Laura replied, causing Jeremy to have a mortified expression and a dangerous glint to appear in Cintia's eyes.

"Ah, believe me, I know how to recognize an influencer with an impact, right now we are hosting Miguel Ramos, the famous fitness influencer, it is already the fifth year that he has visited us at this time. Which gives me a wonderful idea to solve the your problem. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be back with news soon."

"Stupid rag" Laura commented bitterly as soon as Cintia left the room.

"Baby, you provoked..."

"Don't stand against me, Jeremy. How she dare, compare me to that fairy Miguel Ramos!"

"Laura, be careful what you say, I've heard a lot about Miguel Ramos, he was already a very respected Personal Trainer before becoming a popular fitness influencer and has a good follower base."

That was a huge understatement and they both knew it. While Laura's number of followers had not yet reached hundreds of thousands, Miguel's already surpassed the million barrier. And of course the vain woman didn't like being reminded of that and soon found a reason to tease her fiancé.

"Jeremy, that stubble of yours looks horrible, how many times have I told you to keep your face smooth! My followers prefer you to complement my look!"

Jeremy didn't know if that was true, Laura's followers really praised how much they complemented each other in appearance. But he couldn't help but occasionally wonder if the fact that Laura made him wear clothes in a similar style to hers, coupled with her insistence on keeping a smooth face and his blond hair in neat curls, resembled hers to the point where some people thinking that they were brothers and not a couple was a proof of a totally narcissistic nature as the class's detractors insisted on shouting. However, every time those thoughts arose, Jeremy quickly suppressed them, he had long ago accepted that he would be nobody without his girlfriend, to the point of giving up his career as a physical educator to follow her, ensuring all her wishes and canceling himself in every way. Because he was completely sure that he was not worthy of her love and that no one in the world would be able to love him like she did. It was precisely because he thought all of this that when he saw Cintia return with a look of satisfaction on her aged face, he responded calmly.

"Yes, love, that's the first thing I'll do as soon as we get to our room.”

"My dears, I found a solution, it's not perfect but it should help for today." Cintia began with a playful smile and that sparkle in her eyes. "We have a few rooms with extra beds that are not being occupied and two of our guests have kindly provided those beds to you for a couple of nights. In two days Mrs. Goldschmitt will return home and her room will be free if you wish." extend your stay."

"You mean you want us to stay in separate rooms?" Laura asked indignantly.

"It was the best I could do, dear. Of course, if it doesn't suit you, feel free to leave and look for accommodation elsewhere." Cintia replied with an icy smile.

"No, no, it's great, we accept!" Jeremy quickly interrupted, wanting to avoid more conflicts and the loss of the only stay they found.

"Great! Please follow me, then I'll ask one of the assistants to take your bags to your respective rooms." Cintia replied, looking genuinely pleased as she led them down a hallway and a flight of stairs to the first room and knocked on the door, which was promptly opened by a handsome Latino man in his thirties, with developed muscles detailed by a fitted white t-shirt and a friendly smile in his handsome bearded face.

"Goodnight." He said simply with a voice exuding masculinity.

"Miguel, dear. These are Jeremy and Lau..."

"You don't need to introduce me, I'm sure Miguel knows who I am." interrupted Laura while Miguel stared at her as if she were a creature that had jumped in front of him.”

"Laura... apparently she's a digital influencer." Cintia continued as if she had not been rudely interrupted. "Jeremy and Laura, this is Miguel Ramos who we talked about earlier and who kindly agreed to give Jeremy the extra bed in his room."

"Thank you for the lovely introduction Cintia and it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person Laura and you too Jer..." Miguel began, also being interrupted by Laura.

"I think our followers would love a collaboration from us."

"Um, sure, we can discuss this tomorrow, Laura. I believe you are both exhausted now and Cintia still has to take you to your room."

"Yes, yes, you're right, we'll arrange everything tomorrow. Shall we go then?" Laura ended talking to Cintia without even saying goodbye to Jeremy, who in turn approached his girlfriend and kissed her on the cheek.

"Good night love, sleep well!" - He said before entering the room and seeing his fiancée being taken by Cintia inside the building.

.....

"Welcome Jeremy, unfortunately you'll have to take the single bed."

"Thank you Miguel, you didn't need to do that or pretend to know Laura."

"Ahh, I'm sorry about that, but I thought it was better, I know how hurt some influencers can be by not being recognized, I've never particularly cared about that, but I've seen some uncomfortable situations to say the least. And as for the bed, It's just a bed, I'm not really using it and Cintia asked me for a favor, she's a great friend and was a lot of help when... anyway, you are welcome here.”

"Still, you didn't have to do any of that, thank you very much." Jeremy replied as he prepared to sleep, thinking about what Miguel had left to say. It was nothing new that his breakup with his long-time boyfriend, a famous film actor, had been very traumatic, so much so that he had remained out of the spotlight for several months until he was photographed on the beach close to where they were, which is why the interest in place had lit up. The only news there was knowing that he will not be staying in a luxurious hotel but in Cintia's small and cozy inn. Laura should be happy, Jeremy thought before falling asleep, she had gone to look for copper and apparently she had found gold.

Already lying in the single bed, Jeremy found the courage to say something else.

"Miguel, thank you really, I'm very grateful for your kindness... but... well... I apologize in advance if Laura expresses... um... any dissatisfaction with the accommodation arrangements... she's used to get what she wants and... well... there might be some kind of... jealousy... so..."

"She doesn't need to worry Jeremy, I'm not into man skinnier , smaller and younger than me." Miguel responded in a joking tone but causing Jeremy to immediately recoil.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"You didn't offend me Jeremy, I was just joking, you can rest assured, in fact feel free in the room, as far as I'm concerned the room is as much yours as mine. Have a good night.”

…..

The morning sun invaded the inn's bedroom, causing Jeremy to turn over in bed and wake up, rubbing his eyes, being treated to a stunning image, Miguel wearing only white underwear, with his sculpted body on display, staring intently at the bedroom wall as if he was lost in reminiscences. At that moment Jeremy felt something he had never imagined he would feel when seeing another man, a pang of desire, accompanied by a familiar sensation in his dick that he only associated with when he saw the image of Laura in her naked beauty. His surprise at that was so great that he moved abruptly, causing Miguel to wake up from his reverie.

"Good morning, I'm sorry if I woke you up, I forgot to close the curtains last night."

"No problem." Jeremy replied, hiding his erection with a pillow.

"Anyway, I'm already on my way out, going for my morning run before breakfast."

“Oh man, I miss doing that!” Commented Jeremy.

"Do you have this habit too?"

"Yes, I was a physical educator just like you, but since I started following Laura... she's not a morning person and gets upset when I wake her up early... anyway, I've been running on the treadmill while she makes the videos her at the gym."

"If you want to train with me..."

"Nah, man, thanks, but no. I'm going to rest a little longer" Jeremy replied, still hiding his erection.

"Then I'll see you later. Sweet dreams." Said an already fully dressed Miguel leaving the room and Jeremy alone with his disconcerting thoughts.

…….

To say that the trip had been a disppointment to Laura would be a huge understatement. First Jeremy hadn't been able to make a simple reservation and even had the nerve to blame her when he should have been able to foresee this kind of thing, then there was the beach itself, she had never liked sun and sea, and only Thinking about sand made her skin itch, but unfortunately, thanks to Miguel Ramos' stellar divorce and his apparent bad taste, that little beach was the star's hot spot for the summer. Ending up in the same inn as him could be a golden opportunity, but for that she had to put up with the arrogant old woman who owned the place, the fact that her fiancé was sleeping in the same room as that fagot and the annoying roommate she that she was sure it had been chosen by the old ghoul with the only intention of irritating her. And it was with a look that reflected her inner bitterness that she waited for her fiance to appear for breakfast, which made her even more indignant, as she was not used to wait and at the same time she refused to call him. After all he should know his place and his duties!

It was with that sour face that Miguel found her after taking a shower and getting dressed as quietly as possible to avoid waking the still sleeping Jeremy. Upon seeing that expression, he seriously thought about escaping from the breakfast room without being seen, especially since he hadn't had a good initial impression of Laura, which was confirmed when he saw the type of content she produced, with Jeremy appearing as more of an accessory to her outfit than as a real boyfriend, which raised the suspicion that perhaps the other man was trapped in the type of abusive relationship that he himself had lived in until recently. But before he had time to escape, their eyes met and a practiced smile appeared on her face without reaching her predatory eyes. Knowing that game very well, Miguel plastered a smile as fake as hers on his own face and approached her table.

"Good morning, Miguel, I hope Jeremy's snoring wasn't disturbing." Laura said, starting the conversation in the worst possible way and making the smile disappear on Miguel's face.

"On the contrary, it didn't bother me at all, Noah snored a lot more." He replied, making a look of irritation momentarily cross Laura's face due to the comparison with his ex-husband. Wasn't it enough that her boyfriend was sleeping in the same room as him?

"You're very kind, but it's my fiancé you're talking about, no one knows him like I do."

"Of course, and if you allow me to say, seeing your posts on social media is possible to see all your influence on him." Miguel replied, barely hiding the sarcasm in his voice.

"Thank you. It was hard work." Laura responded in turn without realizing the criticism embedded in his comment. "Speaking of work, when are we going to do our collaboration?" She concludes.

"We'll certainly find a way." He responded in turn, knowing that as far as he was concerned, that would never happen. "If you'll excuse me now I have an appointment. Maybe you should check on Jeremy, when I left the room he was sound asleep. It seemed to me like he hadn't slept so well in a long time." He concludes with a bright and genuine smile before leaving the room, turning his back on a fuming Laura.

Although Miguel's statement was intended to provoke Laura, that was not far from the truth. Jeremy had slept as well as ever and didn't even wake up when Miguel returned to the room and got ready for breakfast. If he had woken up he would have been mortified, because in his sleep he ended up ripping off his pajama shirt, and without realizing it, he reached for his erection that had returned along with Miguel's presence in the room, while his mind filled itself. one of the most different and vivid dreams he had ever had. In the dream he found himself lying completely naked on a beach not very different from the one where the inn was located, and with the sun bathing his body a beautiful blonde woman approached and began kissing his naked body, he couldn't tell if was it Laura or not, because each kiss given in the dream made him feel an immeasurable ecstasy, strong enough to cover up any sense other than pleasure, so much so that he only realized that the figure in the dream had changed, becoming a muscular man and bearded with his dark body shining with sweat in the morning sun a few seconds before he was awakened by the indignant voice of his fiancée.

"Jeremy, so this is what you were doing instead of meeting me for breakfast? Masturbating in that queer's room? How disgusting!"

Said an indignant Laura when she found her boyfriend in that position. Jeremy, taken by surprise in turn, responded without thinking

"Never use that kind of word in my presence again Laura, if there's anything disgusting it's those expressions!"

"Jeremy, how dare you correct me! Disguting yes, and even more disgusting are the habits of these fagots, but apparently you're already quite used to it, right, jacking off in one of their bedrooms. And you didn't even shave that disgusting beard. As if not If you just cut your hair without talking to me, I'm at my limit!" She barked back, causing all the layers of inhibition to return to a now more awake Jeremy.

"I'm sorry, babe, I shouldn't have talked to you like that. Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can have breakfast together." He said, returning to his servile habits as he struggled to understand what she meant about his beard and hair.

"Well, you can have your breakfast alone. And you don't even need to come with me to the beach, I'll take Kayla to help me. Make the most of your day without my presence!" She replied angrily, leaving the room and a confused and still sleepy Jeremy behind.

He in turn stood up and stretched, losing his balance a little as he felt the strange sensation that he seemed to be a good few inches taller, which he knew was nonsense, since no one grows overnight other than the fact that that he had had that height since the beginning of his adult life, which had helped him in many volleyball and basketball games when he was younger. Other activities that he missed but couldn't find time in his day to practice. He had never resented Laura for these things, but deep down he couldn't help but feel an irritation at having given up virtually all of his interests for hers. Shaking his head in an attempt to get those intrusive thoughts out of him, he went to the bathroom and took a long shower, knowing that there was no point in looking for his girlfriend while she was in that mood, that poor Kayla, whoever she was, who would have to put up with Laura for that morning, he thought with uncharacteristic sarcasm as he soaped the six blocks set on his abdomen, this time without trying to shake that thought away. After getting out of the shower he looked at himself in the mirror, for someone who could no longer follow a strict exercise routine he looked very good, he was slim but defined and his short beard accentuated the angles of his face, framed by golden curls in a medium lenght haircut.

Maybe it was time for Laura to learn to better appreciate the boyfriend she had, he thought, leaving the bathroom without shaving, before changing and getting ready to enjoy a morning of sun and sea without Laura's constant complaints and orders, which without a doubt it was the best thing that could have happened, said a new invasive thought that once again did not go away.

……..

Jeremy wandered along the seawall for several minutes, feeling the sand beneath his feet, the scent of the sea breeze filling his lungs and the sun's rays bathing his fair skin, even though he knew he risked getting burned, it was too good for him let it go. After wandering for a long time he sat down on the beach and simply let himself be invaded by it all, with a wave of peace and completeness filling him. Without realizing that the longer he stayed there, the less white his skin became, turning to a golden summer tone, at the same time that his muscles expanded slightly, leaving him with the appearance of someone who trained frequently and carefully.

And there he would have continued without noticing the changes if he hadn't been interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hey, roomie, watch out for a burn on your skin!"

Opening his eyes Jeremy found himself staring at Miguel in all his glory, with a happy smile plastered on his face.

"I may not have your Latin genes, Miguel. But it's been a long time since I've been burned!" He replied, smiling, as that strange feeling invaded him again.

"Still, the sun around here is much stronger than what you're used to. Let me help you." Miguel replied, approaching with a tube of sunscreen in his hands. "That is, if you don't mind."

Jeremy did care, not because of any prejudice, but because of the fear of what that closeness would make him feel, not to mention the erection that threatened to return. But at the same time he couldn't resist that proposal.

"No problem, I think you're exaggerating, but Laura will be unbearable if I burn myself, she already doesn't like my skin being so tanned."

"What nonsense, your skin is beautiful, that tan contrasts very well with your blonde hair, it gives you a healthy look, especially with those defined muscles."

"Thanks man, it's nice to hear a compliment from... hummm”. He groaned when he felt the other man's strong hands massaging his back.

"Something wrong?" Miguel asked.

"No... no... it's just that the sunscreen was cold."

"Ah, I'm done. Just a little more down here." Miguel said with his hands approaching Jeremy's buttocks and making him contract all over.

"Okay, do you want me to apply it in your front?"

"No, you don't need to, I'll do it myself." Jeremy quickly responded, taking the cock from Miguel's hand without even wanting to think about those manly hands near his cock.

"And where is Laura? I thought you helped with her content production."

Thinking about his girlfriend brought an unexpected wave of irritation to Jeremy, as if a cloud was blocking out the morning sun.

"We had an argument in the morning... in fact she did what she always does, said what she wanted and left me alone, I guess in the hope that I would go after her... but not this time... she might to fend for herself with her new friend." He responded with a certain bitterness that didn't go unnoticed by Miguel.

"Relationships can be complicated."

"Ours isn't, but I'm starting to think it's just because I'm used to canceling myself out in front of her."

Miguel, who had already noticed that, preferred not to comment anything.

"Anyway, we should see each other later and resolve this, I still love her of course, but some things will have to change in our relationship."

"So how about we do that run now, a little return to your old ways?"

"Are you sure you'll be able to keep up with me, with all this extra size and already running before..."

"Boy, respect me, I'm not one of the best known personal trainers in the world for nothing."

"Then we'll see!" Jeremy replied, getting up and running away.

……

Laura walked with disgust on the beach sand. Her morning, like the rest of that trip, had been dark. Kayla was pleasant company as she shared the same interests as her, although she was in a lower category with only a few tens of thousands of followers. Still, she expected Laura to return the favors she did by asking her to take photos and record videos of her. Simply unbearable. And it was all Jeremy's fault, obviously. She still couldn't believe that her worthless boyfriend hadn't come looking for her and even worse for the second time that day it was she who was forced to look for him in the middle of that damned sand.

It was with this feeling that she watched two muscular men running from the edge of the beach towards the sea while laughing loudly and then diving. A ridiculous and childish behavior in her opinion. So what was her surprise when she saw that one of those men, the tanned blonde with a haircut made up of a pompadour and a side fade, accompanied by a full beard just as blonde, smile and approach her with his tanned muscular body still moist from the sea water shining in the midday sun.

"Hey babe, how was the morning?"

"Jeremy, how dare you leave me like that! And that beard, you said you were going to trim it! And your hair??? What nonsense is this?"

"No nonsense Laura. They look the way I like!"

"But not in the way my followers and I expected! You're almost bald! That tan and those excessive muscles weren't enough!"

"Don't exaggerate Laura, and if I decide to shave all my hair I will. Your followers have nothing to do with how I decide to cut my hair or my beard."

"Of course it has to do with it, you're my boyfriend, you influence the way I'm perceived!"

"Apparently that's the only way I care about you, how I make others perceive you."

"And how would it be different, I make a living from this, I'm an influencer, and my boyfriend needs to agree with my branding."

"I'm not your accessory, Laura."

"Well, my dear, in the end it's as if you were!"

"So I don't know if I still want to continue this relationship." He replied, turning his back on an angry Laura.

"Jeremy! Don't you dare! Jeremyyyy....!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, but he didn't turn around and walked aimlessly towards the other side of the beach, followed by the watchful eye of Miguel Ramos.

…..

Jeremy wandered the beach for several minutes trying to calm the influx of thoughts. He was torn by the despair of losing the woman he believed he loved and the growing feeling of contempt for that same woman. How could he cancel himself out for so long, how could he not see who she was? And at the same time she had been his life for the last few years, how could he live without her? He certainly wouldn't be capable of that! Deciding to run back after her and humble himself by her forgiveness, he started running. Only stopping when he heard the voice did he start to associate that strange feeling, mixed with desire and comfort.

"Hey, Big Guy, what's the rush?" Asked a smiling Miguel sitting on a bench in a beach bar.

"Sorry Miguel, I need to find Laura!"

"And what would be the point of talking to her with a hot head, wait for you two to calm down."

"You do not understand!"

"Ah, I understand. I understand so much that I'm going to offer you the two things you need most right now, company and a few shots of Tequila!"

"I do not know dude..."

"Relax man and follow me." Miguel said, taking Jeremy by the arms and taking him to a table in the bar.

…..

"I shouldn't interfere in your relationship with your girlfriend. But I recently went through a complicated divorce. And the truth is that it took me a long time to realize that I was in an abusive relationship." - Miguel said to a saddened Jeremy.

"I'm not in a relationship like that, I love Laura." Jeremy replied, but with less conviction than he wanted to make it seem.

"And does she respond to this love? She loves you the same way you love her."

"It is clear..."

"Really? Be honest with yourself if you don't want to be honest with someone you barely know."

"I want to believe so, but..."

"But you have doubts. Let me propose a little game, I'm going to ask you some questions about relationships and for every positive answer from you and me we'll drink a shot of tequila, I bet you that we'll drain a bottle with ease.

"First question. Have you ever felt that you were giving much more of yourself to this relationship than your partner?"

The two took a shot and although neither of them noticed, the tan on Jeremy's skin deepened, reaching a caramel tone very close to Miguel's.

"Second question: Have you ever felt diminished by your partner?"

Another shot for both. And now Jeremy's height has increased making him several inches taller than Miguel.

"Third question: have you ever felt that you are nothing more than an accessory to your partner, that he doesn't even see you as a person but as an object?"

Another shot. Another change. Jeremy's muscles expanded, surpassing the size of Miguel's and reaching the proportions of an amateur bodybuilder. The bottle was already half full, but both men, who were not small, were already quite upset, as that level of drinking was not part of either of their habits.

"One more... one more..." A drunken Miguel said, looking extremely distorted in Jeremy's vision. "Have you ever felt like you're in this relationship out of fear... afraid that you're not good enough... that you can't be loved by someone else... and that your partner takes advantage of that to keep you stuck with them?

Another shot and Jeremy's already blurred vision began to swirl as a feeling of anxiety took over him for finally admitting those truths even while drunk. Miguel was spinning in front of him, and he felt an immense desire to get up and run away, but as he did so he fell to the ground.

"Jeremy, Jeremy..." He heard the voice in the distance, that voice, which awakened so many feelings in him. "Jeremy..." A voice that made him realize that he could still desire and be desired... "Jer...." The voice that made him excited just by hearing it. "Jav..." The voice of the man he was in love with but couldn't admit."

"Javier, get up, is everything okay?"

And Javier stood up amid laughter.

"It's all right Miguel, it was just bad form, it takes a lot more than a shot of tequila to take down a man my size." Replied a smiling Javier Garcia, sitting at the table again. At the same time he ran his hands through his long, glossy black beard.

"Let me ask the question now." Javier said, smiling wider. "Do you think you're ready to leave this relationship behind and move on to better opportunities?"

One more shot for both.

…..

Javier lay down on the cramped single bed in the room he shared with Miguel, feeling his head spinning. While the roommate spent non-productive time feeling the same thing sitting on the toilet. As he tried hard not to spill everything he had eaten that day, he felt his cell phone vibrate. When he looked at the screen he noticed that there were hundreds of messages and calls from an unknown number. Choosing to deal with it when he was in better condition, he closed his eyes again and thus did not see each of those messages and calls disappear from the records.

With his head still spinning he fell into a restless sleep filled with rapidly changing dreams, until again he dreamed of that thin, beautiful blonde woman. In the dream she lay down on him again and began kissing his naked body, but without provoking any reaction in him, nothing, no excitement, no pleasure, until once again the smooth woman's skin gave way to that rough sensation of a beard shaving the skin. his body and then it was Miguel who kissed him, rekindling the flame of desire within him. As he slept he moaned with excitement, with a powerful erection between his legs, until he finally woke up feeling Miguel's real mouth wrap around his engorged cock. Trapped in that feeling of pleasure, he pulled the other man closer to him, being invaded by the no longer strange sensation of real desire.

After hours of wild sex, Javier got up from the only bed in that room, a King Size bed reinforced to support the weight of two athletes. Stretching, he stopped to admire the muscular body of a professional bodybuilder in the bedroom mirror.

Every fiber of his body was worked with the utmost dedication and commitment, and soon he would be on stage to put all that work to the test. He ran his hand through his shaved hair and finished the movement with his long, soft beard. He knew he would have to shave it before the performance but he was reluctant because Miguel liked him too much that way. Speak of the devil, Miguel at that moment repositioned himself on the bed and watched Javier look at himself in the mirror.

"A penny for your thoughts." Said the smaller and younger man but who had still won the position of his coach along Javier's heart.

"It's no big deal, Mig, I was just looking in the mirror and thinking it's a shame to have to shave, you like it so much..."

"Javi, I want you with or without a beard, I don't care how you present yourself, I care about being with you."

"So you mean if I were smaller and thinner you'd still be with me?"

"Maybe you wouldn't have caught my attention at first sight, but like I said, I care about the person you are, the man I fell in love with and if he loses weight or gains weight that won't change."

"Thanks, babe. That's really good to hear." Javier replied, going to the bathroom.

"Where are you going, are you going to shave now?"

"I thought you didn't care about my beard."

"I don't mind, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it a little more and you a little of this" Miguel replied, lifting the covers and revealing his huge hardened cock and making a big smile spread across Javier's face.

……

The afternoon sun shone like never before, but even that didn't seem to light up Laura's life as she gossiped with Kayla in the bar by the sea, while they discreetly watched Miguel and Javier talk.

"Is this a good time? They seem to be arguing." Asked Kayla to her colleague.

"Just because they're serious doesn't mean they're fighting. If we take into account their social networks, they're living wonderfully." Laura replied.

"You know as well as I do how deceiving social media can be."

"Still, this is our chance to collaborate with them, it's not every day that we get to work together with two of the biggest fitness influencers in the world."

"Smile, they're looking this way!" Said Kayla, making both of them give identical fake smiles, returned by a nod from the fitness couple of the year, who then got up, put on their tank tops and headed towards the beach.

"There goes our chance." Laura grumbled.

"Don't worry my dear, people like you always get what they deserve." Said a smiling Cintia who was passing by before positioning herself at the bar counter and smiling.

A smile that widened when she saw Miguel and Javier together on the beach sharing a passionate kiss. If there was something she was proud of, it was a job well done and at her inn that meant much more than just bed and breakfast.

[krowlovesinazuma]

Alright I ask for headcanons yet again Except this time for once I'm not insane How would Chiori react to the reader preferring their own clothes over Teyvat's? (Judging from the overall complexity of Genshin Impact's outfits, I can deduce that our modern-day clothing probably feels a lot more comfy)

Read this prologue for context!

Scenario: Reaction to Reader's casual dress style

Characters: Chiori

For starters, Chiori is an incredibly forward person on purpose, no matter who she's dealing with, no matter how powerful or all mighty they might be, and even though you may be special in a different way, it's no difference to her.

When she sees your clothes for the first time, her mind takes a moment to properly process it. She hadn't actually imagined what you looked like before, but an otherworldly fashion style wasn't in her mind! She'll definitely rope you into checking out your outfit sooner than later.

With this check though, she's quick to realize that your outfit, made of a simple t-shirt and jacket, is made with comfortability and casual vibes in mind. Just to make sure, she'll ask plenty of questions! Mostly out of curiosity.

As soon as she confirms this theory, she'll get started on measuring you up, and making a new outfit of her own! She understands now that you prefer comfortability over style, but that doesn't mean she'll let you walk away without something of hers on.

She'll probably make a few prototype sets to understand what you find comfortable in clothes, as she was very much specialized in fancier, high status clothing making! It's a challenge she very much welcomes, no matter how much you may protest her attempts.

In the end though, she is primarily doing this for you, to help you feel more at home in this weird place. She knows the effects that clothing can have not only in onlookers, but one's sense of self, and she's here to help out with that.

Once you sound satisfied, and select which of her prototypes you liked best, she'll make a set only for you, making sure to stop progress on her other orders until this one is finished. It'll be a secret endeavor, as she knows the value in keeping your name hidden.

That'll be far from it, however. Don't be surprised if you get gifts from her every now and then with more sets of comfortable, yet fashionable clothing! Making sure to put in an Inazuman flare for you to fit in best, every piece was original and unique.

Whenever you feel the urge to thank her, she simply cuts it short and continues on. In fact, since this is her way of thanking you, she can't help but take it as something endearing, how you failed to see how much you've already done for her.

She hasn't forgotten the kindness and happiness that you showed her when you still controlled the game world from outside, and this is just her returning a due favor. You definitely notice the difference when interacting with the others, as they feel more at ease with your more familiar clothes. Perhaps she was right about your previous clothes being a problem...

"How would you say that set is compared to the last? Yes, these are important questions. This has been quite the enjoyable riddle, but I can only improve with feedback, and you're my only target audience. Don't worry about rushing it, just think deeply and answer me in detail, for the sake of a better set next time."

[huntiesworld]

Shower Time | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Warning: Reader in shower naked.

Requested: Nope!

Notes: I don't know if anyone has done this, I haven't been on Tumblr in a while.

Pink: Reader

Blue: Chris

Chris's fingers tapped eagerly on his phone screen as he dialed Y/n's number. He was brimming with excitement, and the day's shopping spree had been a successful one. After a whirlwind of trying on different outfits and browsing through racks, he had picked up a few new pieces he couldn't wait to show off. It was one of those days where every little thing felt like an adventure, and sharing it with Y/n was the cherry on top.

On the other end, Y/n was enjoying a relaxing shower. The bathroom was filled with steam, and the sound of running water created a soothing background. She had just started lathering up when her phone buzzed. As she reached out to grab it, she saw Chris's name flash on the screen.

“Hey, Chris!” she called out, slightly muffled by the steam and water. She answered the call and held the phone in one hand, carefully balancing it on the edge of the sink.

“Hey, beautiful!” Chris’s face appeared on the screen, his grin as wide as ever. “I’ve gotta show you what I just bought. I know you love fashion, so I couldn’t wait!”

Y/n laughed, her smile evident even through the misty bathroom. “Oh, really? I’m all ears. Just give me a second to get out of the shower.”

“Wait, don’t go yet!” Chris protested. “I’ve got a plan. How about you just watch from the shower while I model my new stuff for you?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, amused. “You want me to watch you from the shower? That sounds like an interesting way to multitask.”

“Exactly!” Chris said, holding up a shirt and winking at the camera. “Trust me, it’ll be fun.”

As Chris began to show off his new clothes, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiastic poses. He twirled and strutted in front of the camera, dramatically modeling each outfit. The first was a sleek leather jacket that he paired with an exaggerated tough-guy stance.

“What do you think?” Chris asked, his expression a mix of hope and mischief.

Y/n tilted her head, pretending to ponder. “Hmm, very James Dean. I like it, but you might need to work on your serious face.”

“Noted!” Chris said, changing into a trendy graphic tee next. He made a point to show off every detail, from the pattern on the front to the way it fit his shoulders.

“Nice choice,” Y/n commented, nodding approvingly. “That looks great on you. The color really brings out your eyes.”

Chris’s grin widened at the compliment. “Thanks! I was hoping you’d like it. And last but not least…” He pulled out a new pair of sneakers, their bright, neon soles practically glowing in the room's light.

“Whoa, those are cool!” Y/n exclaimed. “They look like they’re from a sci-fi movie or something.”

“I know, right?” Chris said, bouncing slightly on his heels. “I had to get them. I just knew you’d appreciate them.”

“I do,” Y/n said, her eyes sparkling with genuine excitement. “But you know what’s even cooler?”

“What’s that?” Chris asked, tilting his head.

“Seeing you happy and excited about your new clothes,” she said warmly. “It’s like we’re on a little shopping date, even though I’m stuck here in the shower.”

Chris chuckled, his face softening. “Well, I’m glad you think so. I missed you today. It feels like you were right here with me, cheering me on.”

Y/n reached out to the phone, her hand brushing against the screen. “I missed you too, Chris. Next time, let’s make sure we have a real date—no showers involved.”

“Deal,” Chris said, his eyes locking with hers through the screen. “Can’t wait for our next adventure together.”

As the call ended, Chris waved one last time, and Y/n watched as he disappeared from the screen. She finished up her shower with a smile, feeling grateful for the simple joy of sharing moments with someone she loved, even from afar.

[hawtlineblingz]

🌱 UMEMIYA'S MOODBOARD 🌱

I have spent way too much time thinking about Ume - chan as my boyfriend (husband even) 😩 i would LOVE to have a husband like him, and i just can't help myself to make a BF moodboard for him! I haven't read the manga yet, so this MB is solely based on what i've seen on the anime

(might add or lessen things in the future as the anime / the manga progresses | not proofread)

Enjoy some domestic!Umemiya hc ~

🌱 adulting with Umemiya feels like he gave you a glimpse of what it's like to have him as your husband. He's a provider by heart.

🌱 i would think he will buy himself a semi traditional suburban house with quiet a handful of land where he could plant his lovely veggies.

🌱 probably would take a remote job so he still have extra time to tend his garden. He's a carefree person after all.

🌱 would take you to street food festivals, we all know he's a foodie! He would feed you well ♡

🌱 absolutely head over heels if he got a partner that cooks, no need a super skilled one, just someone who would appreciates his well grown crops and knows how to make food with it.

🌱 would ask your fave flower / plant and tries to plant it for you.

🌱 SUPER SUPPORTIVE PARTNER. Encourages you in EVERYTHING, even the smallest things like showering, drinking water, waking up early.

🌱 the neighbors LOVE HIM, would trade crops or even give some of his crops to his neighbors.

🌱 asked you to style him because his friends has been nagging him about his fashion sense.

🌱 OOT but his kisses tastes heavenly.

🌱 have few scratches here and there on his hands from gardening.

🌱 tries to sees the good in every person he met. Would befriend street food vendors in a span of minutes, his social skill is admireable especially if you're a more introverted person, his presence would ease you up in making friends.

🌱 A FAMILY MAN. Dates to marry type of person. He has a clear goal once he got into a relationship with someone aka HE IS NOT AFRAID OF COMMITMENT.

🌱 if you guys are living together as a couple, everyday would felt like theraphy, even mundane task would felt like theraphy. Laundry, cooking, dishes, etc. You don't have to worry about him just laying around being lazy.

🌱 like to invite his friend around to just simply hangout and catch up with each other, his old friends from Bofurin, middle school, orphanage, you name it.

🌱 i feel like at the end of the day, Umemiya fits into the slow living life style. His own family (in the future) where he works and come home to a warm hug from his partner while his kids laying around on the tatami, on the weekend he would fully take care of his garden, letting his kids helps him harvest his crops, just very clichè heartwarming family, reclaiming what he had lost at the early stages of his life.

🌱 life with Umemiya would sounds like Phum Viphurit & BoyPablo's songs

[thewertsearch]

[ there was more to this ask, but some was spoilers 😆 - C ]

Ooh, that is a fun challenge! I might make this a bigger Title post, actually, because it's been a good while since we've had one of those.

...alright, I just finished, and this one kind of got away from me. I hope it's ok that I sort of hijacked your post to talk about Aspects as a whole - but rest assured, I did answer the original question. Let's get into it!

Unfortunately, it might be kind of difficult to make Class guesses. My theory is that they're Sburb's take on RPG party roles - and for obvious reasons, we haven't seen how any of the non-Player characters would fit into a Sburb party. A full analysis of the hypothetical Midnight Crew, Exile and Guardian sessions would be fun, but it's a little out of scope for this question.

Personality certainly seems to be a factor. I don't think it's a coincidence, for example, that the Seers are the most inquisitive members of their respective parties. Dave and Karkat both hide their true emotions behind a persona - but then again, so do Feferi and Jade, two happy-go-lucky Witches with incredibly dark backstories. Dave may be the worst offender, but half the cast is hiding behind some sort of facade.

John, for his part, doesn't seem to have anything in common with Equius - at least, nothing I can see. I might dig a little deeper for human/troll Class parallels once we've seen more of Equius and Feferi, but our sample sizes are so small that it's going to be hard to tell which shared traits are intentional.

Anyway, none of the other classes feature a pair of Players that I could toss into a Venn diagram, so we're at a bit of a dead end.

I suppose I could approach this from another angle, and try to extrapolate a Class from each character's life circumstances - for example, by speculating that Grandpa's inheritance of the Betty Crocker brand makes him a potential Heir - but that's clearly not an accurate method, given that literal heiress Feferi is a Witch.

See, Classes are a tough nut to crack! The main issue here is that the comic has given us very little to work with - it's been tight-lipped on Titles in general, and there's been almost no exposition on Classes specifically.

It might be easier just to try and assign Aspects to each of the non-Players - so that's what I'm going to do. I'll also take the opportunity to put forward my best guess for what each Aspect means.

Without further ado:

Time means time.

This one seems extremely straightforward. Not all the Aspects are quite so literal - Breath, for example, seems more closely related to wind than the body function it's named after - but Time is about engaging directly with its namesake. It may have other meanings as well, but we haven't seen any yet.

If you wield Time, then you're the session's designated time traveler - which is a lot less cool than it sounds, because it means you're on Doomed Timeline cleanup duty. Enjoy the corpse disposal!

Both of the comic's Time Players have fashioned their own personal time machines out of musical instruments. Music seems to have some connection to Time - which makes sense, since it's an art form of pitch, rhythm and beat. Music is time.

We can also talk for a second about Dave's Quest. As we'll see, each Land Quest seems to directly concern the Player's Aspect. Dave's Quest is to...

...um.

Well, one of these is Dave's Quest. The LOHACse is the only one of the two which is directly related to Time, but I've speculated that Dave's sword-in-the-stone quest will involve him rewinding Caledfwlch to an earlier point in its timeline. Plus, the Caledfwlch quest also speaks to Dave's Class as a Knight, so I think it's the real one.

For the sake of completeness, let's also talk about the Time Lands. Each Land always seems to feature one trait which either directly or obliquely references its Player's Aspect. LOHAC is self-explanatory, but Aradia's Land of Quartz and Melody is an interesting case, as its 'Aspect trait' could be either of its two descriptors. Quartz could reference the quartz in a modern clock, and Melody could reference the musical connection I mentioned above.

I can't think of any non-Players with particularly strong ties to Time - aside from the Felt and Lord English, who we know very little about. Let's say they're all Time Players, and English rules over them as a Prince of Time. As a mob boss and destroyer of worlds, he undoubtedly shares some of Eridan's megalomania.

Space... well, we actually don't have much for Space. We haven't seen Jade or Kanaya do anything with their Aspect, nor do we know anything about their Quests.

We do know that both Space Lands contain the Forge, so maybe there's something to that. Presumably it's going to forge something, and I think it's probably where you're supposed to create the universe. If your task is literally to create Space, it makes sense that a Space Player would take point - but that begs the question of what would happen in a session without a Space Player.

Maybe the game prefers a Space Forge, but it can spawn on another Land in lieu of one - or maybe Space is the 'default' Aspect, and it's actually mandatory in every session.

As far as Space's symbolism is concerned, my assumption is that it's as straightforward as Time, but we'll need to see more.

While I'm here, I guess I should dip my toe into this hot mess.

Yes, LOFAF's Space Word does appear to be Frogs. Yes, that does imply that Kanaya's was also Frogs, or something equally mysterious. No, I do not know what this could possibly mean.

These frogs are apparently heralds for their god, Bilious Slick, whose shadow has been looming over the comic for months now. I guess their appearance on the Space Lands implies that Slick is Space themed, which is at least consistent with my theory that he's the final obstacle between the Players and their universe.

Moving on, because I give up.

(Oh, and if anyone's a Space Player, it's Bec. You could also make an argument for Mom Lalonde, since her home was fitted with an observatory, but that's very tenuous. We don't know much about Space, so I don't know how else to tie a character to the Aspect.)

There's a lot going on with Light.

All Quests so far have had ties to the Player's Aspect, so whatever Jaspers thinks he's talking about here should have something to do with Light.

Jaspers... seems to be talking about different ways to represent information, and instructing Rose to find a particular DNA sequence. (I have to assume this isn't the MEOW sequence, because I don't think Sburb wants Rose to fill LOLAR's oceans with First Guardians.) So, it sort of looks like Light is information, doesn't it?

Well... maybe. See, things are are complicated by the fact that Dave's Quest above was also Knight-themed, so this spiel from Jaspers could be partially Seer-themed. How can we tell which is the Seer stuff, and which is the Light?

Recently, Rose said this, seemingly confirming that her Title is about information ('knowing shit'), and also implying that the 'knowing' is a Seer thing.

This allow us to compare her to Terezi, the other Seer. As we'll see below, she specializes in discerning people's personalities and motivations - literally, seeing into their minds - so it sounds like being a Seer is about perceiving or 'seeing' things that relate to your Aspect.

Rose, the Seer of Light, should therefore have an advanced perception of Light - but just what is Light? What can Rose see?

Well, she says she can see 'the big picture'.

I think Rose's powers allow her to zoom out, understand the broad strokes of a situation, and see how it all ties together - and I think that is the essence of Light.

Dave wonders how he's going to navigate the Furthest Ring's twisted-up space, so she scans the overall situation with her Light powers, and vaguely understands that it won't be a problem. Dave will be able to play his part.

However, if he asked why, exactly, it won't be a problem, or how he's going to do it, she'd be stumped. That's not her department.

I think I sort of understand what Light means now, but I can't think of a succinct way to describe it. The zooming-out Aspect, maybe? The everything-is-connected Aspect? The don't-sweat-the-details Aspect?

Guys, I think I'm starting to understand Homestuck!

Ah, shit.

Yeah, I don't know how Vriska or her powers slot into this interpretation. As the Thief of Light, I guess she'd be stealing... the bigger picture... from other people? And that lets her take their luck, somehow?

I guess when you give yourself 'good luck', you are sort of improving your situation in the general sense, rather than the specific. You don't know the details of how your luck will manifest, but you don't really need to - all you need to know is that it'll be good for you.

I don't know. This is getting messy, and more than a little abstract. I'm sure Vriska will be doing a lot of luck-stealing, so we'll hopefully learn more as we go.

At least the Land of Maps and Treasure fits Light-as-the-big-picture. A map is, literally, a big picture.

A flurry of disquieting happenstance is related to the ADORED SOVEREIGN. With no other options, her counsel is all that is left to be sought. Abdication is never ideal. But in the face of inevitable conquest, conceding ground can supply the only remaining advantage.

WQ, then, seems like a good fit for a Light Player. After listening to PM's full report, she seems to understand how the pieces fit together.

The Queen knows that Jack wants her dead, and clearly understands how dangerous a Player item can be, in the wrong hands. She doesn't know what's in the package, or what Jack will do with it - but she doesn't need to. She can see the writing on the wall, so she retreats.

I did a bit of Breath research for this post, and landed on the above quote. I think Breath is about direction and destination.

TT: John? TT: Are you there? -- tentacleTherapist [TT] is now an idle chum! -- EB: hey, yeah i'm here! EB: and not dead i think. TT: I know. TT: I've been watching you scramble through the house like a lunatic. TT: You should have answered me sooner.

John's a meandering kind of guy. He's wandered haphazardly around the session for three thousand pages, but he always seems to reach his goal. Despite not knowing where to go, he always seems to be where he needs to be.

John's Quest as the Heir of Breath has been explained in detail. He needs to unclog the pipes of LOWAS and defeat Typheus, freeing his Land's fireflies from their cloudy prison. In essence, John's Quest is to give these bugs a new direction, allowing them their full axis of movement once again.

There might also be some Heir stuff in this Quest, but its ultimate goal seems to align pretty well with that Breeze quote above, so I'm willing to accept it as Breath evidence.

AG: Have you ever tried to fly? I 8et you haven't! AG: How a8out we take to the skies, Pupa! AG: Hahahaha, oh you like that idea, Pupa? Yes, you do. I can feel it in your simple, mallea8le 8rain. AG: You want to fly so 8ad!

Breath might also have something to do with agency - or at least, the ability to choose your own actions. John's freedom-themed Quest isn't the only example of this - Tavros's entire arc is about how Vriska keeps denying him agency, while pretending she's doing the opposite.

(I'm going to avoid comparing Homestuck to other works, because this post is long enough as it is, so you're just going to have to imagine the twelve paragraphs of Deltarune meta that would otherwise be placed here.)

AT: bECAUSE THE ONLY TIME i EVER HAD FUN PLAYING THIS GAME WAS WHEN i WAS ASLEEP,

Tavros just wanted to do his own thing. He wanted to ignore the game and float around Prospit, away from everyone's expectations - but he was denied this opportunity, again and again. It's no wonder that he's on a bit of a high right now, after being granted the freedom of his new robo-legs.

As for potential Breath Players - well, CD reminds me of John a little, but he seems a lot more likely to stay on task. I don't know what Aspect he'd be assigned.

Now - we're onto the Aspects we've only seen in trolls. We don't have as much for most of these, since we haven't seen any troll Quests, nor any Aspect powers sans Vriska and Terezi.

Terezi, the Seer of Mind, deals in personality - or maybe, more generally, vibes.

CG: WE'RE NOT EXILING JACK, HE'S COOL. [...] GC: [...] 1 DO NOT G3T 4 GOOD F33L1NG FROM H1M! GC: H3 K1ND OF CG: STINKS? [...] GC: W3LL GC: SORT OF GC: H3 DO3SNT SM3LL B4D 4CTU4LLY GC: H3 SM3LLS R34LLY CL34N 4ND SH1NY 4ND D4RK D4RK D444RK L1K3 4N O1L SL1CK 4ND TH3R3 1S 4 T1NY H1NT OF L1COR1C3 TH3R3 TOO GC: 1TS MOR3 L1K3 GC: TH3 W4Y H3 MOV3S GC: 1 SM3LL H1S SMOOTH MOT1ONS 4ND TH3 W4Y H3 SQU1NTS H1S 3Y3S 4ND 1T G1V3S M3 TH1S R34LLY N3RVOUS F33L1NG

When she smells someone, her Mind-enhanced perception doesn't just tell her what they look like - it also seems to communicate that person's essence. Terezi can see the idea of Jack Noir, here. She's smelling what it feels like to be inside his head.

GC: TH3 D4Y 1T H4PP3N3D W4S TH3 F1RST T1M3 1 3V3R H34RD FROM MY LUSUS GC: SH3 WOK3 M3 UP, 4ND 3V3R S1NC3 H4S B33N T34CH1NG M3 4 D1FF3R3NT W4Y TO S33 GC: 4 D1FF3R3NT W4Y TO P3RC31V3 3V3RYTH1NG 1 GU3SS, NOT JUST 1N 4 S3NSORY W4Y

Terezi is also a naturally perceptive person, so it's sometimes unclear whether her reads are due to Seer clairvoyance or her own deductive abilities. As a general rule, I'll only treat her insight as a Mind power if she explicitly refers to her sense of smell as its source, since that's the avenue for her supernatural perception.

GC: T3LL M3 YOUR R34L N4M3!!! >:[ TG: ok lets say its TG: dave why not GC: D4V3! GC: TH4T SM3LLS L1K3 TRUTH GC: 1 W1LL D3C1D3 TO B3L13V3 1T >:] TG: fuck

Therefore, I'm pretty sure her powers do, in fact, allow her to detect lies. Mind, then, might be related to the concept of truth - as in, your Mind is the truth of who you are, stripped of all illusions.

I was initially going to place Droog here, since he seems to be the only Crew member with his head screwed on, but I no longer think Mind is about being rational or analytical.

Blood is the first Aspect I don't really have a guess for. Maybe it's got something to do with genetics - Karkat is a carcinoGeneticist, after all, and a mutant to boot.

Spades Slick is blood brothers with a Knight of Blood, and he's got a lot in common with Karkat, commanding his party with a moderately annoying leadership style. I'll put him here on the strength of those parallels, and I can revisit it when Blood is explained.

We don't know much about Nepeta, so we don't know much about Heart. Shipping is all about drawing them, though, so maybe Heart is about romance - or, more broadly, relationships and connections.

Nepeta's Land of Little Cubes and Tea is a lolcat joke, so it might not conform to the Aspect Word pattern. I guess, since the cubes are sugar cubes, it might be a pun on 'sweetheart'? Who knows.

I'll put Hearts Boxcars here, and not just because of his name. He's the only member of the Midnight Crew with any interest in shipping.

Feferi revived Sollux with a kiss, so Life is probably healing, as it is in many other element systems.

How her Land of Dew and Glass relates to Life is a mystery. While dew can refer to condensation on any surface, it's often used to describe the water droplets which accrete on grass and other flora. That's kind of a connection to a living thing, but feels like a stretch and a half.

Let's also put Nanna here, since she's the only true healer in the cast. I don't know why the other sprites don't use the healing beam.

Our Void Player is in a Land of Caves and Silence - a hole in the earth, and an absence of sound. Void seems to represent negation, or a lack of something.

Also - this might be a reach, but Scratch describes the gaps in his clairvoyance as 'pockets of void', so perhaps Void also has something to do with uncertainty - aka, a lack of information.

Most of the Guardians could go here, really. Bro seems the best fit, since he's constantly hiding from Dave, and completely vanishes for most of the session.

When a timeline is marked for destruction, we say that it's doomed.

Doom seems to represent death, obliteration and entropy. Sollux Entered into the Land of Brains and Fire, and I think it's pretty clear that Fire is the trait which is tapping his Aspect.

Doom may also be the Aspect of prophecy. After all, Sollux is a prophet of Doom - so maybe he's a prophet because of Doom. It could also be related to his nature as a Mage, but Mages haven't been explained, so I can't speculate.

I originally thought that Sollux might be a Seer - but the Seer Class seems to be about gathering information related to a particular Aspect, rather than directly divining the future. Maybe a Seer of Time could see future events, but it's certainly not a default ability of the class.

Grandpa seems to have some ties to Doom. He prophesized Jade's death to her when he told her about her dead Dream Self - plus, he's a hunter, with a house full of corpses. Also, his entire presence in the session is overshadowed by the spectre of his future death. This is probably the Aspect guess I'm most confident in.

I guess there's also Hope, a brand-new Aspect with no lore. Eridan's 'hope' would seem to be expressed in the fact that he constantly hits on people, hoping in vain for a yes. Thankfully, we're not aware of any non-Players like that....

The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: "There is hope yet."

...but PM is pretty much screaming about hope in her mail monologue, so we'll put her here.

ORDER IN THE COURT. YOU WILL HAVE ORDER IN THIS COURTROOM. IF EVERYONE DOES NOT SETTLE DOWN YOU WILL CLEAR OUT THIS COURTROOM, YOU SWEAR TO GOD.

It's hard to classify the Aimless Renegade. He's all about crime and punishment - which is certainly a Terezi trait, but I don't think it's a Mind trait.

As for Dad, he has a well-established gentlemanly personality, but I don't know what Aspect is the most 'gentlemanly'.

I could try and classify more obscure characters like FedoraFreak, the Pen-pal, Jaspersprite or the Hussie self-insert, but I'll tell you right now I don't have any guesses. Still, that was fun, and it was a good opportunity for me to update my thoughts surrounding the Aspects!

[daintylovers]

Champagne Coast

1.4 The Debut

Seth Cohen x OC (Hailey Atwood)

"You're going to need bedding, and maybe we can hang some lace curtains! Oh, and of course, you'll need a vanity. You probably don't want to share a bathroom with Seth, especially once school comes around." Mrs. Cohen said.

Seth peeked around the corner of the guest room- my room now, "Don't forget a 72-inch flatscreen and a second closet for all the clothes she's gonna accumulate."

"Very funny Seth, thank you." His mom said, rolling her eyes at her son's non-stop commentary.

Chiming in, I said, "Seth, you forgot about the huge sign that will be outside my door that says you aren't allowed in here."

"That's a great idea, Hailey," Mrs. Cohen laughed. I felt on top of the world at that show of likeness.

"Wait, Mom, what will she do about cotilion?" Cotilion?

****

Cotillion- an event that everyone has heard of, besides me. Where girls get together and are auctioned off in front of their loved ones. How sweet...

It's not that I detested the idea, it could be fun given the right circumstances. But I only know Ryan, Seth, and Marissa's boyfriend. Oh, and Mr. Cohen, of course, but I doubt Mrs. Cohen will share.

Yet, she still took it upon herself to sign me up. I protested, giving 101 reasons why it's a bad idea, but she insisted. Talking about how this is a chance to make friends before school and meet boys. But what she overlooked was that every available boy had a date. Hell, even Ryan managed to get partnered with Summer. Seth was... well he should have been beyond pissed. If anything, it was just mild disappointment that crossed his features.

But then even Seth got someone, another new girl named Anna. She was pretty, of course she was all the girls here were. But that left me, a stowaway in case one of the girls got sick or something.

Summer offered to help me find a dress, but Marissa was too caught up in the drama with my brother to give her best friend the attention she craved. Not that I minded, Summer and I just clicked like puzzle pieces.

I wanted to hate her just a little. But how could I when she was so sweet and smelled so good and helped me out when she didn't need to.

"This one's cute!" she said, pulling a gown off the rack, but after a glance at my height, she put it back. "I forget, not everyone's as tall as Marissa,"

"No worries, and seriously, thanks for helping me. I probably just would have picked the first one I saw,"

"Which is why I am your savior. You can't show up to the deb ball in just any dress. It has to be perfect."

I didn't know the first thing about dresses. I wanted to, of course. But given my previous situation, dresses and overall fashion wasn't something I had time to bother with.

'This one! This one! This one!" Summer exclaimed, throwing a dress my way. "Try it on!" she said, thrusting me toward the dressing room.

The girl had a lot of strength for being so lithe. I locked the door behind me and put the dress up to my body in the mirror.

It was chiffon with light straps. The bodice was fit to be almost corset-like, snug to my body until it opened into the skirt, which was flowy. Very fairy princess-esque. I put it on and smiled at the mirror, no matter how cliche. It was the first time I had ever been in a dress like this. First and last, seeing as I don't think I'll ever get married.

"Do you hate it?" Summer popped her head inside. The girl had zero sense of personal privacy.

"Summer!' Get out!" I squealed, but she squeezed her way inside.

"Wow, girl,"

"What? Is it bad?"

"Is it- are you kidding? If you were having trouble finding a date, you sure as hell won't be now. I mean seriously I think I might feel a little jealousy creeping in."

"Shut up," I giggled, pushing on her shoulder a bit, "As if you aren't a model and friends with other models."

"Good, so we are friends!" she smiled, stepping out of the room.

I heard her call for Mrs. Cohen, so I walked out.

What I didn't expect was for Ryan and Seth to round the corner as well.

"Wow," Seth breathed out, while his mom was much more vocal.

"Hailey! Darling, you look stunning! Doesn't she look beautiful?" she says, walking behind me and squeezing my shoulders, showing me off like I was her own.

Ryan chimed in first, "You look like you belong in a forest, playing in the trees," That was the best I was going to get from him.

I breathed in before answering, "Thanks, I think..."

Seth just stood with his mouth slightly open, staring with wide eyes. Feeling flustered, I turned in Mrs. Cohen's grasp. "You like it?"

"Oh, sweetheart, I love it!"

****

The next day, we came back to the country club for practice. What Mrs. Cohen neglected to tell Ryan and me, was that it was dance practice.

Ryan was so screwed. I, on the other hand, was just lonely. Standing off to the side like unwanted cake. With the way Ryan kept fumbling, it might just be better for me to become Summer's escort. I could dance better.

Seth and Anna seemed to be getting along fairly well. Good for her, he was a nice kid.

I had been sitting alone for about ten minutes until a different guy walked in. I hadn't seen him before.

"Sorry I'm late," he interrupted the class. The teacher looked unphased while Marissa left Luke to speak to the new kid. I saw her point in my direction and then walk back to Luke.

"You must be Hailey, right? I'm Issac," the boy, Issac, said, offering his hand to help me up.

I took it and answered, "Yeah, I'm Hailey. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, I've been tasked with being your escort to this ball," Oh god

"Excuse me?" I questioned, making sure I wasn't hearing things. I looked over to Seth and Ryan, and Seth had already been looking at me.

"Yeah, Marissa told me that she had a girl who needed a date. So, here I am, your white knight," He joked, but I didn't laugh.

I couldn't figure out what was more pathetic. Not having a date or having your date be bribed to bring you.

"You don't have to do this, you know," I say as he brings me onto the dance floor. We started copying everyone else, and I had look down at my feet to not trip up.

"Good thing I want to do this. Marissa said you were pretty, but sometimes she's too nice. Good thing this time she was honest,"

"Thanks, I think?"

"Anytime doll,"

We practiced the dances until the teacher called for a break. I went back over to my stuff while Issac followed.

"You like the curly-haired one or something?"

I practically spit out my water, "What?"

"If you weren't looking at your feet, you were glancing over your shoulder at him. Or is it the blonde you like? Can never be too sure around here,"

"No- I, I don't even know her. And as for Seth, 'cause he has a name, he just told me he couldn't dance is all, so I was waiting for him to trip up or something," I stuttered out.

"Whatever you say, doll,"

We sat in silence until the teacher started up again. This time I made sure to keep my eyes on my date, not anyone else's.

****

"Three hours of dancing? I'm going to dream about the moves tonight in some weird freaky flashmob scenario," I said, walking out with Ryan and Seth.

"Should have warned you," Seth mumbled. He was weird, but I didn't want to be the only one who noticed. "Who was that guy you were dancing with?"

Ryan shot his head toward Seth, "Why man, you don't know him?"

"Never seen him before,"

I chimed in, "His name is Issac. Marissa called him for me so I wasn't dateless,"

Seth fired back, "How old is he?"

"Not sure, but probably our age,"

"Does he go to school around here?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask," I answered, getting a little agitated.

"Do you know anything about him?"

"Oh my god, why? Do you want to fuck him or something?"

That got him to shut up, looking appalled at the insinuation. "No, No of course not. I was just curious. And worried, you never know. He could be an axe murderer,"

Ryan laughed, "Guess she won't know until she's axe murdered then,"

"That's not funny! That happens!"

"Not in this town," I said.

****

After that, we went home, but later on, the boys went out to a party. I stayed home, wanting some much-needed rest before the big day.

Instead, I learned to never skip a party. Luke and Ryan fought again, and Ryan decided that he wouldn't go to the ball. Which left Summer, dateless.

When we arrived at the venue, she was close to tears, "Hailey, this can't be happening! This is a dream for me. For my parents, what am I gonna do!"

I brought her in for a hug and thought about it. I wasn't supposed to be here anyways and this was totally unfair for her. Why should I debut, but she shouldn't? "Take my escort,"

She pulled away immediately, "What?'

"I'm serious, take Issac. He's super sweet and cute. You deserve this. I'm sorry my brother is the most dramatic guy in town," I laughed, trying to lighten her mood.

"But what about you? What about your dress and your debut?"

"I'll live. Go, introduce yourself,"

"Are you sure about this?" she sniffled one last time.

"I've never been more sure about something,"

She launched herself in my arms again, a slew of thanks spilling from her lips, before she bounded away, off to find her prince charming.

A little while later, Luke walked in, fuming. Shouting about how Marissa wasn't coming. A pit formed in my stomach, anyone but him.

I looked at Seth, who was busy talking with Anna. I was so screwed.

I kept my head down, hoping Luke wouldn't find out that I was available. Not like he would want me, but this thing was important.

I heard footsteps make their way over and my heart started racing. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, I reluctantly looked up.

To my surprise, a head of curls was in place of the spiky blonde I was expecting to see, "Seth?"

'I heard that you gave Summer your date,"

I nodded, wanting him to continue, "I let Anna go to Luke. She said her parents would like it better if she debuted with someone who had more status,"

"Oh," was all I could say. I felt bad for him. "You seemed to be getting along so well though,"

"Yeah, I tend to be a very good friend to girls. Nothing more though,"

"Sorry. Your mom is going to be so disappointed," I said looking down.

"Not if we go together,"

My head shot back up, "You would want to go with me? Like, be my date?"

"Doesn't look like I have another option,"

"Right..."

"Sorry, that came out wrong. Just that, of course, I would like to be your escort, if you'll have me," he said, getting down on one knee, more level with me.

I smiled at him, "But you don't even want to be here,"

"Yeah and you swore the same, yet here you are. With a little disappointed pout on your face. It's okay to want this, you know?"

"You'll be my date?"

He grabbed my hand, "Of course."

****

A/N: wow!!! I haven't updated this story in forever. To be fair, I didn't think anyone would really read it. But apparently, people are?? which is awesome! so here's part four! let me know your thoughts and if you want this to be continued <3

[sakascal]

Living Fiction - Chapter 1

This story was written for @hazyconstellationss as a part of the Good Omens Reference Library Discord Server Gift Exchange. Hello @hazyconstellationss, this is your secret demon trying to tempt you into dropping everything to read this now. 😉

You gave me the prompts for a human AU where florist Crowley gives writer Aziraphale a gift and somehow that turned into this little story of two idiots pining over each other. I hope you like it! This is my first ever AU and I had a ton of fun writing it, so thank you very much for that fabulous prompt! 💜

Thank you to the GO Reference Library for setting up this gift exchange.💜

Thank you to my wonderful friends and fellow writers at @whickberstreetwriters for friendship and moral support and especially to @rcreveal, @playdohangel, @bohoteacher, @angie-words and @sixshotsinatumbllr (and for this chapter specifically @rcreveal, @playdohangel, @bohoteacher, @sixshotsinatumbllr) for phenomenal beta reading, fun comments, helpful insights and wonderful ideas on how to improve this. And for fixing spelling and especially grammatical errors aplenty. 😁 Couldn't have done it without you.💜

Also thank you to my lovely daughter who went above and beyond when I handed her my iPad and pen and asked her for a quick digital drawing of a plant to use as a cover for a story. Two hours later I had this little masterpiece you see below. Yes, I may be laying it on a bit thick here with the praise, but I am a very proud mom of a very talented 9-year-old, so I think I may be permitted a bit of gushing. 😊

(If you see this, Mausi: Hab dich lieb! And don't go to my AO3 account. You are nine, that's not the right place for you. Especially not because you go 'eeewww' every time you see me kissing Papa.😂)

Rating: T

Summary

For two years self-published romance writer Azariah Fell has been coming to this café, three times a week on a schedule. He likes to work there, with easy access to refreshing hot drinks and delicious pastries, and always sits at the same table, directly at the window with the street right in view. And if he is honest, it's the view that he's coming for - but not of the street.

Right across the street is the florist shop 'Serpens et Horto', and the proprietor Anthony Crowley keeps drawing his eyes. Azariah regularly finds himself buying plants and flowers at that shop, even though he had known nothing about plants when he first came to this café. So, is it really a surprise when one of the main characters in his latest book has a striking resemblance to Anthony Crowley?

Excerpt

It wasn’t like he was staring at the man, like a creep or a weirdo or anything. He was just idly gazing out his shop’s window when he had nothing better to do, and that table just happened to be right across from it. And that was simply right where the man was. Three times a week. He was hard to miss with his pale hair and old-fashioned clothing. Waistcoat over a button-up shirt, a bow-tie and even braces. During the summer when the man had opened his waistcoat to evade a heatstroke, Crowley supposed, he had seen them peek out. Like he was cosplaying a bloody librarian. And those tiny reading glasses sitting low on his dainty, pointy, upturned nose were ridiculous - and bizarrely charming.

“Is he back again?” Warlock had come up behind him while Crowley had not been staring at the man across the street.

“Hmm? Oh, him,” Crowley said in an attempt to salvage the situation. Pining after a man didn’t fit his image.

But apparently he couldn’t even fool a tween. “So, have you asked him out yet?”

“No,” he answered with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. Crowley didn’t even know his name, for fuck’s sake. “Not that it’s any of your business,” he added, growling, when he realised that might have sounded slightly pathetic.

“Really don’t know what you’re waiting for,” Warlock went on, obviously unperturbed.

Crowley knew. Kind of. He wasn’t even sure if the man was truly interested - or just really liked plants. As often as he came in here to buy one. His flat must be a veritable green house by now. Or maybe he was simply terrible at keeping them alive. If that was the case, he would actually be morally obligated to stop selling him plants, wasn’t like they could defend themselves.

But those times when the man came into ‘Serpens et Horto’ were the only chances Crowley got to talk to him. He enjoyed talking to him and used every opportunity he got. And still, he didn’t even know his name. Somehow, he just never found a good enough reason to ask for his name. The man certainly knew his name, though, not that it was difficult with Crowley wearing a name tag.

“You know,” Warlock continued, “men your age really shouldn’t hesitate on these things. It’s not like you have time to waste.”

“Men my–!” Crowley swatted at Warlock, who jumped out of range just in time, laughing. Fucking reflexes of youth. “I’m 45, not half dead!”

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[ozzy-boy]

"lovesick" (Scale)

A good old-fashioned sick fic with our favorite assassin.

Scale blush blush x reader

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You jolt hard at the sound of something falling to the floor of your living room with a loud thud. Cautiously, you peek into the room from the kitchen, only to find your boyfriend groaning on the floor. Your window was open, and your favorite assassin was face down in front of it, his foot caught on the windowsill and his cloak falling over his head.

"...Hi Scale. You good?"

He says something into the carpet, his voice muffled beyond recognition. It sounded like he said "I'm fine.", but it also could have been "I'm dying." It's hard to tell.

A frown can't help but reach your lips as you watch him pull himself together. Scale's slow, labored movements are completely uncharacteristic- especially since being nimble and agile was something he took pride in. The idea that something is wrong has completely solidified by the time you see his face.

Scale's nose and cheeks are red. For a second, you think it might just be because he hit his face on the floor, but his eyes are hazy and he seemingly has to squint to focus. The buttons of his shirt are misaligned and he keeps getting tangled in his cloak. You theorize that his fall was caused by one of his boots being untied.

"Scale, are you feeling okay...?"

"What? Of course I am."

He says it as if the idea that he was anything other than the picture of perfect health was laughable. His words are hard to believe, however, especially since you were watching him struggle to realign his cloak after it spun to his front, the hood partially obscuring his face and the clasp sitting against the back of his neck.

"Okay, no you aren't. You're sick."

"I am not!" He protests. Scale finally gets his cloak off and tosses it to the ground in frustration. "I am an assassin. Assassins don't get sick- Achoo!"

He sneezes, sniffles, then looks up to meet your eyes sheepishly.

"...Okay, that was bad timing, but I stand by my initial statement."

You can't help but roll your eyes. You loved him to death, but Scale was the most dramatic and stubborn person you knew.

"Woah- hey!"

Grabbing both his arms, you spin Scale around and push him down so that he's sitting on your couch. The fact that you're able to do it at all without any real resistance from his end is telling.

"W-What are you doing?"

By the time he's able to get his sentence out, you've unclasped the front of his shirt and opened it along with his pants. You're pulling one of his boots off by the time he starts to protest.

"You- I'm not a baby! Cut that out!"

"Let me take care of you, love."

You hit him with a dreaded triple threat- a kiss to his forehead, your hands splayed across his chest, the sweet pet name. Breath gets caught within Scale's throat and he sighs, slow and shaky. He can't deny your care when you treat him so sweetly.

"...Fine. Just know that I find this demeaning and beneath me."

You roll your eyes at his drama but he doesn't fight back when you help him change into a random set of baggy sweatpants and a big t-shirt. Luckily you've got some stuff laying around that fits him comfortably.

You're practically a magician but for sickness. Scale has no idea how you're able to swaddle him so quickly, but he finds himself overwhelmingly surrounded by all things you. He's laying on your couch, in your clothes, wrapped in one of your blankets. Being treated this way would probably be humiliating if he wasn't more focused on how much his head and sinuses hurt.

"Okay, stay here. I'm going to run to the store and-"

The assassin's quick skills haven't depleted completely, not yet anyway. Before you can move away, he catches your wrist gently. He swallows, too nervous to say what's really on his mind. It seems that he doesn't have to, and he can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse that you can read him so well.

"...Actually, I think it's better if I stay here for a while."

You settle down instead, maneuvering so that his head was in your lap. With gentle hands in his hair, Scale feels himself slowly relaxing.

"I..." Scale hesitates. The words he wants to say never quite align with with he actually feels, and this time is no exception. The second that sappy words of love and appreciation rise to his mind, they're overtaken by the urge to bury them deep in his heart and never let them out. Maybe his judgement is impaired from his illness, but he pushes through, just this once.

"I don't understand you at all sometimes. You're so... soft, and kind..."

"I know." You answer breezily, a joking smile gracing your face. "I'm kind of the best."

"Modest, too..." He scoffs, and it makes you chuckle. He can't help but lean his head over to rest on your stomach, feeling the rise and fall of your breathing.

"I-uhm. I love you. Even though it makes me sound like a dork when I say it out loud..."

"You are a dork."

"Wow. Thanks."

"I'm just teasing." You smile. "I love you too, Scale."

Based on the way he feels his stomach flutter and his heart beat rapidly in his chest, Scale has a sneaking suspicion that he's sick in more ways than one.

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

OMG YOU GAVE US A GOLD MINE. I refuse to limit myself!

ALL SIX! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!

Ahaha, I've been called to the hearing so fast, eh? I don't even have a lawyer. Jokes aside, thank you for the ask!

Alright, in order:

10% rule: I know there are two of them, but the ideas are different, I promise! I based this off of the thing we learned in Botany. The 10% rule which states that only 10% of the energy from one trophic level (like plants) is passed on to the next level (like herbivores), while the rest is lost as heat, waste, or used by the organism itself. And my stupid brain got another idea.

I haven't worked out all the parts yet, but it follows Naruto and Sasuke, where Naruto is emotionally burnt out by giving too much of himself and Sasuke's been hurt by the world. Naruto's always been the one to carry the emotional load, always overcompensating, but never receiving the same in return. Sasuke's tired, and he's developed a a certain numbness to giving and receiving love - a poorly written metaphor for this rule of ecology, like the energy lost at each trophic level.

The story is just about the realization that love is all about balance. That even though some energy is lost in the process, the ten percent they choose to give can build something glorious, something sustaining, a garden worth growing. Where you realize that love doesn't drain you, but can fuel you in the right proportions.

dressed to disaster: This is actually a Boy Meets World Shory fic, where it's based off the fact that I don't know what the story is about, but that I have a first line, which is: You'd think that after causing disasters and being a disaster himself, Shawn would know how you dress to one.

I have no clue where to go with this one, I wrote a bit more about him attending Cory's wedding, and going somewhere with it. I'm entertaining time travel, but nothing solid yet.

THOUGH, this story has another branch where it's SasuNaru, where I thought about how after someone makes a comment about how Naruto always dresses like a homeless street urchin + how he always wears orange, do you not know another color, Uzumaki? He's used to it, but when they mention it's weird how Sasuke hangs out with him as Sasuke is always in fashionable clothes (and rich, in this story) it's a very stark difference.

The comment nags at him, and so then, Naruto starts to panic. Especially as he somehow - for plots reasons - starts to think that Sasuke will never see him as a romantic partner, if Naruto doesn't dress up like it. And so, he ends up on Ino's door, wailing his little heart out, and she and Sakura decide to help him. Woo-hoo, everyone's love to hate it makeover montage.

And Naruto hates it from the very beginning. He's used to baggy clothes and these are all form fitting and the jeans fucking itch and the shoes hurt. And it's such a pain to make sure they don't get ruined. And, well, while that crisis is going on, Sasuke's jealous because Naruto's dressing up for somebody and he doesn't know who and whoever made Naruto think he had to change himself was going to die—

And so, idiots in love, everyone's favorite. Very cliché, I know. But Pinterest is the reason it happened. Blame it. Don't come for me, I will cry.

shory and no sailors: I have nothing to defend myself with. Literally a crackfic idea because ever since I heard the ship name I thought about sailors on shores, leaving the dock. And well, I just wrote that down. God knows what I'll do with it.

serpents in eden's embrace: Ooh, so this one is interesting. Because it is FNAF W.I.P and I have two different-but-also-the-same-thing-kinda idea for it.

a) The Bite of 83 does happen, but it doesn't happen to Michael's little brother, but instead, the brother of an OC who needs therapy. This changes everything. Michael is thrown for a shock, as they had been planning it and now he's dealing with the guilt that his brother would have died. This sets off the domino chain as Michael will do anything to keep his siblings alive, even if it means turning a blind eye to missing children's reports and all evidence pointing towards their own basement.

b) Michael gets thrown back into his past body, where he swears to save everyone. But day by day, his priorities dwindle. For one, William is suddenly so much more nicer now that Michael is becoming the golden son, and his tasks falter. So maybe he can't save all the kids. What does it matter? Until the last tackles down to Henry's daughter and his own siblings. I just wanted to delve into the toxic household. When people do back in time, when we wish that we, ourselves good go back in time - because for me, reading Time Travel Fix-It is about taking canon to the back, sure; but also fulfilling that urge to go back in time and fix all my past mistakes, to try to prove myself that if I could just go back, everything would be fine - and the truth is, we romanticize it. The situation sucked, but now that you're out of that situation or grown from it, you can see all the ways you would do it now. But, if you're placed back into it, wouldn't you crumble? I wanted to explore that aspect.

the ten percent rule: Not to be confused with 10% rule, I didn't even realize I named it the same thing until I was taking screenshots.

Three ideas for this:

a) The deep seated trauma that makes up the behavior to give just enough effort to maintain relationships—friendships, romantic relationships, or family bonds—but never truly committing beyond 10% of themselves.

b) My parents own saying which is: always give just 10% more than what’s expected of you, and you’ll be successful - causes 100% more burnout.

c) 10 percent rule is a part of an underground code used by criminals, and people of the black market. It's a law, only revealing 10% of the truth to keep people guessing or safe. Which makes it worse because as you try to unravel a mystery, the rule means that nothing is ever as it seems—every truth has a hidden layer, and every person holds something back.

we're fated to unravel, love: Most self-indulgent. Magic AU! Where Sasuke and Naruto are in an arranged marriage and have been married for a decade. In this, Sasuke is the leader of a clan and is known for his battle/ destructive magic (shut up, no one talk about the name) and his strategies.

He's married to Naruto, the person everyone thinks it just wasting life way, tinkering with paper and runes. Naruto's an inventor, and he makes magic do what he wants to do basically. But, Sasuke thinks Naruto is childish and naive due to his sunny disposition and brash manners - and due to the public poisoning his view, his own advisors thinking that the marriage is to “put Naruto on a leash” - and since the idiot doesn't talk to his fucking husband, or spend time with him, the misunderstanding stays.

Naruto's hurt. Because he wasn't expecting love, but he thought he could have friendship. He feels lost amongst the ugly glares and even uglier rumors. And just stays away tinkering with his inventions, feeling hurt with every moment that passes, with every dismissing word that passes Sasuke's lips. He gives back good as he gets at first, but that doesn't do anything but worsen the rumors. And Naruto doesn't want deranged-fangirl assassins to kill him on a mission to “save their Sasuke-kun” so he withers away. Closing himself off. Losing hope. And thinking himself foolish to believe that there could be love in the first place. After all, isn't it the hopeless romantics that carry the most hope.

And then a war happens. And a bunch of people die. And they win nearly, by the skin of their teeth, thanks to Naruto's inventions - and oh, look, Sasuke's paying attention now - but it's a pyrrhic victory. So, Naruto creates a seal that'll send them two years back into the past, just before the war begins, so they can be prepared and stop it. Only, something goes wrong, and they get send back ten years instead of one, to their six month wedding anniversary. Naruto is disheveled but resolves to make the situation work, focused on stopping the war.

And Sasuke, being the whipper than whipped cream fucker that he is, is just besotted by his husband, and wants to fix everything. Because fuck the war, he wants Naruto to love him. Cue Naruto just interpreting everything Sasuke's doing as "part of his efforts for the war" even though it makes no sense.

Like, oh, Sasuke's hanging out with him now in his messy workplace? Well, it must be to plan about the war.

Sasuke offers to make Naruto dinner? Naruto, squinting at the strange ingredients on the counter, assumes it’s a working model for cooking up a strategy for the war. Sasuke buys Naruto flowers? Naruto, deep in thought, believes they represent the nations Sasuke wants to ally with.

Sasuke rubs Naruto’s shoulders, trying to ease his stress? Naruto, staring into the distance, mutters about how Sasuke’s clearly practicing pressure points for war interrogation techniques.

Sasuke literally pins Naruto to the wall, about to kiss him. Naruto, thinking he’s about to hear a covert mission briefing, goes, “Oh, is this an intimidation technique. Cause I have a device that'll work.”

Sasuke proposes to Naruto in the middle of a crowded square, flowers and a ring in hand. Naruto, completely stone-faced, whispers, “Ah, I see. You're making me the figurehead of a new war alliance."

I'M SORRY, THIS WAS LONGER THAN EXPECTED. YOUR HONOR, I'M A FOOL. I DEMAND MY LAWYER.

[ridestomars]

MY MEMORY HAS JUST BEEN SOLD – E. MUNSON HEADCANONS

𖥻 summary: a few headcanons about this concept about rockstar!eddie. 𖥻 pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x model!reader. 𖥻 warnings: fluffy ig. not proofread.

💭 liv's thoughts: i can't stop thinking about this so i developed the few ideas i had!! totally gonna write more about this later lmao. i hope you like it! oh, i just posted my 900 followers celebration, so feel free to join!

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

🎸ㆍBeing just another girl from the small and narrow-minded town of Hawkins, you were never much ambitious about your own dreams, trying to keep them as down-to-Earth as possible. But now you can't help but be amazed at how far you've come as you stare at the February issue of Sports Illustrated magazine with your picture on the cover. 

🎸ㆍAll the stress you felt while posing in that sparkly and very itchy bikini was worth it, you recognize now. You don't think you've ever looked this good in your entire life, and it was certainly the achievement of all your past daydreams. 

🎸ㆍYou have done a few photoshoots throughout your life, but none felt this real or this big. Those small TV commercials and good-girl ads on the interior pages of Seventeen Magazine had nothing on this. The cover meant you were in the same category as the other recognizable names in the industry, and your agent made sure that your gigs were on that level, too: editorials for Vogue, New York, Milan, and Paris Fashion Week, meetings with Gianni Versace and Todd Oldham. 

🎸ㆍYou were getting big, and your lifestyle grew bigger with you. After establishing yourself in Los Angeles your routine consisted of trips to New York, couture fittings, photoshoots, parties until early in the morning, and repeat. Sleep was important, too, though it was never your top priority. 

🎸ㆍEvery time you were out doing something impressive, like getting your pictures taken by Steven Meisel on top of Brooklyn Bridge, wearing only a Chanel gown and no shoes, a little voice in the back of your mind wondered what your friends back in Hawkins might be thinking of you now. 

🎸ㆍIn all honesty, you were never popular, like Steve Harrington or Cindy Cunningham. You have always kept a girl-next-door profile, being nice to everyone who decided to talk to you, but also preferring the company of your intimate circle of friends and staying in, instead of attending those big High School parties. So, you can only imagine their surprise to find out that the model in one of those magazines is you. If they even care. 

🎸ㆍYou just never expected to be answered by bumping into a very familiar face at the Rainbow, on one of your nights out with your LA friends. Sunset Strip was about a mile long, and yet, you two had met again as you were passing by to get back to your table. 

🎸ㆍ"Hey, hotshot," Eddie Munson greeted you with a playful smile, his big brown eyes drifting down your figure before settling on yours. He hasn't changed at all. Long dry hair, slightly flushed cheeks, and that same mischievous gleam in his eyes. He wore his old jean vest, the one with the metal bands patches. The only thing that was different was his new shiny leather jacket, which glowed under the bar's yellow lights. 

🎸ㆍThen, you go to sit at his table, where the rest of his band was. Corroded Coffin was grabbing headlines everywhere in the country, mainly because of their new approach to Metal, composing elaborate guitar riffs and melodic choruses, making commercial music but with that underground edge. But also because of their Dungeons and Dragons inspired songs, which weren't well received by the older audience and labeled as Satanic. Because of this, their albums all have the increasingly popular 'Parents Advisory' sticker. 

🎸ㆍThey are also known to make Nerd-Metal music, which was a genre specifically created to describe their music. Just one album out and they're already infamous. 

🎸ㆍAs far as you remember, Eddie Munson already had a reputation for himself back at home, but now that he had one hundred percent surrendered to the rockstar lifestyle, his notoriety was unprecedented. He was in every music magazine, every TV channel and everyone seems to know who he is – something that he handles more gracefully than you thought he would. Eddie seems to really like the attention. 

🎸ㆍWell, next thing you know, you're standing at the side stage of Corroded Coffin's gig at The Troubadour, and Eddie merrily walks up to you holding a backstage pass. I believe it's needless to say that this was the first of many passes to come.

🎸ㆍThe beginning of your relationship wasn't easy at all, given your busy schedules. It seemed like whenever you had free time, he had an interview; or when he could spend the entire day at his hotel room, hanging out, you had to leave for another tiring photoshoot. It took a long while until you figured out how to make things work. 

🎸ㆍBut you have to admit that those late-night escapades to his rented room in Chateau Marmont are forever engraved in your mind. Besides the endless partying, there was nothing better than laying on Eddie's side while he lazily played guitar for you, as you shared one of those long lounging chairs by the hotel's poolside. 🎸ㆍHe swears he had never written as many songs as he did when you did that. The thought of you, laying so gracefully on that chair with the sun coming up above you, on the horizon… man, it inspires him to the max. 

🎸ㆍTogether, you started to build the reputation of an it-couple, or whatever those teenage magazines say about you. All you know is that his fans also became your fans, especially the young girls. Suddenly, it was like Corroded Coffin's concert audiences became a sea of mini-yous – wearing clothes reminiscent of your style, haircuts similar to yours, eyeliner just as smokey.

🎸ㆍAppearing on the cover of gossip magazines started to be normal for the two of you. People would start the most outlandish rumors about your relationship, and according to the issues, you got married exactly ten times throughout 1994.

🎸ㆍBut your rising fame as a couple also brought the most recognized campaign of your career so far: the Guess Jeans advertisement you shot walking through West Hollywood, just living another normal day of your lives – well, with constant wardrobe changes. There were a bunch of really good pictures, like the one of you in all-denim at a record store, holding Corroded Coffin's new album; one where Eddie is sitting on top of a random motorcycle (he tried to buy it off the owner on the spot, but the offer was rejected) with his usual jeans and leather jacket combo; and finally, one of you two walking on Hollywood's Walk of Fame. His arm is thrown on top of your shoulders as you hold his hand, and the picture captures your matching boots perfectly. 

🎸ㆍEddie requests for that photo to be printed on a big canvas so that he could hang it up on his living room wall, and it's his main decor item ♡

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Alright, time to actually make one of these for real, since this is looooong overdue. Hi! I'm Cynthia! I'm...a lot of things, and I struggle to describe them without it feeling inadequate! I play games, I write software for a living, I write non-software things for fun occasionally, I'm wildly horny, neurodivergent, a massive nerd who constantly wishes she knew more about everything.

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Owner of: @voiddragonnova

Let's start with some ID stuff, I'm a transfem(Feb 5th tranniversary), I go by she/fae/it pronouns. My friends call me any fun variation of my name they can come up with, like Cyn, Cyndy, Cyndicate, etc. If we're mutuals, we're friends :3. I'm white, American(New England), poly, t4t, atheist, wildly sapphic, and physically, but not visibly, disabled.

As for interests, I've got literal dozens. Gaming, anime, manga, movies, writing, reading, music, pole dancing, ttrgps, game design, hiking, conservation, activism, fashion, just to name a few, each of which splinters into dozens of little sub-interests. Ask me a dragonball question, I dare you.

Actually, ask me any kind of question. Asks are open all the time and so are anons. Go wild ya horny fools

FOLKS WHO ARE NOT WELCOME (DNIs)

Minors

Seriously, minors, this blog is very horny

Ageless blogs

Sissy kink blogs

Race and ageplayers

SIDEBLOGS

I have two sideblogs atm, although in actuality there's just one that's even remotely active.

@den-of-cyn is where I used to do my hornyposting. The big thing that's there now is the pinned post with a list of my kinks, for those of you interested in the horny side of the Cynner. The account got flagged as NSFT and I haven't been able to get that revoked yet, and moreover I decided to stop worrying about it and just started posting horny on main anyway. There's quite a few good ones on there that I haven't reblogged to here, and a few pics I haven't reposted, so if you somehow don't get enough horny nonsense on this page, you can always go there to see some vintage Cyn >:3

@thebookofcyn is my writing sideblog. It's where all my original stuff will one day live, when I get the spoons to put all my old stuff on it. It is SFT FOR NOW, IT WILL NOT BE IN THE FUTURE! Soon there will be a pinned post there explaining my tags and how to find stories. I'm hoping to post more there as time goes on and I actually embrace this hobby more.

TAGS

I layer my tags and usually don't do content tags, and I don't tag reblogs except to do responses. The tags that mean things on this blog are as follows:

#cynposting - Any post by me that has text outside of tags, including reblog replies. Searching this tag will get you everything I've written in text on this blog.

#cynful thoughts - Any post I think is horny. You can filter for this post if you want to see me being a degenerage, or filter it out if you'd rather not.

#pics of the cynner - Any picture of myself, pretty self explanatory. Most are accompanied by #cynful thoughts

#Cyn fits - pics of myself taken specifically to show off an outfit and explain why I chose it for that day.

#I asked - Reblog of an ask that I sent someone

#ask and ye shall receive - Tag for when I answer an ask

#get tagged idiot - Tag for when the only content of a post is me @ -ing someone in the reblog.

#pinned post - Last one, tag for the previous pinned posts I've made. This should be the last one. In theory.

And that's it!!!! For now. Probably. I'm a wordy bitch, so I expect this'll get longer and longer.