#I will go back to making fun stuff that brings me joy soon

[cecoeur]

Hey Laurent, Maybe it was all of you NOT being open about anything that put him under intense mental and emotional pressure for one of the most physical weekends on the calendar? And maybe, it was the way that allowed every so-called reporter in the paddock to say the nastiest shit to his face and call it journalism.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Stealing Kisses | Dream Reaction #14

Reaction: When their gf steals a kiss from them

Genre: Fluff, slight angst in some

Warnings: insecure thoughts, kinda suggestive, light making out in Jaemin's, kissing (obviously lol)

Word Count: ~3.1k

Author's Note: This idea came to me last week I think, and I thought it'd be fun to write. I think you guys like this type of stuff too lol. It was also nice to write something sweet and fluffy, a break from my recent stuff. Hope you all like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I'm currently have a few fics I'm working on. But I'm going to try writing some shorter stories for the members and group things to fill up my second masterlist.

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mark

The two of you were lying side by side on his bed, your gazes fixed on the ceiling. Mark was sharing his late-night thoughts, and you were listening attentively. Nights like these were a regular occurrence, mostly because Mark often had something weighing on his mind. Though it was usually just him recounting his busy day, tonight things seemed to carry a more serious tone.

“Sometimes, I’m just really not satisfied with myself,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Like so many people are relying on me— with the company, 127 and Dream. Then there are the fans too, I don’t want to fail them. But no matter how much time and energy I put in, it’s not enough.”

You carefully processed your boyfriend’s concerns, trying to put yourself in his shoes. It was so easy to say he was just overthinking and shouldn’t worry so much. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, given that you faced similar struggles. Those dismissive words weren’t what either of you needed to hear. Mark was undoubtedly the most hardworking person you knew, but you understood all too well the feeling of never quite doing enough.

Before speaking this time, you opted for a different approach of consolation. You shifted around to gently place your hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze towards you. With closed eyes, you leaned in to kiss him softly. Your lips moved slowly against his, hoping he could feel the comfort of your touch. Soon enough, Mark’s hand rested comfortably on your back, reciprocating the affection.

You stifled a light giggle as you pulled away, catching his slightly confused expression. Offering a small smile you used your thumb to caress his cheek reassuringly.

“You’re doing great, Mark,” you whispered sincerely. “You might not think so at times, but I’m always so proud of you.”

And it was those words that caused tears to gloss over Mark’s eyes. Then he was pulling you into a much-needed embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. You could feel the warmth of his smile as he mumbled, “Babe, I love you so much.”

Though you didn’t necessarily need to return the words for him to understand, you still said you loved him too. He deserved it, after all. He deserved every bit of love, understanding, and support. And you were more than willing to give it to him, wholeheartedly.

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renjun 

You emerged from the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly cut mango in your hand. Renjun was sitting at the table, fully absorbed in the watercolor painting in front of him. Seeing him use the paint set you got for his birthday brought a smile to your face. He was so engrossed in the activity that he almost didn’t hear you sit in the empty chair beside him.

Renjun momentarily glanced up from his artwork to greet you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied quietly, carefully placing the plate of fruit on the table. The two of you shared a smile before his attention was on painting again.

For a moment, you paused to admire the way his focused expression softened his features, making him even more endearing in your eyes. You always found joy in watching your boyfriend immerse himself in the things he loved. Renjun consistently poured his heart and soul into everything he did, and that dedication was one of the many reasons your relationship flourished so beautifully. 

After a few minutes passed by of you silently observing the boy, you leaned into place a quick kiss on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush followed. 

“What was that for?” he asked, voice laced with curiosity.

You simply shrugged in response before confessing, “Just thought you looked cute.”

Renjun’s soft chuckle was like honey for your ears, and you couldn’t suppress a smile. “Oh is that so?” he teased, amusement twinkling in his eyes even as his gaze softened when he looked at you.

Now it was your turn to feel shy, heat naturally rushing to your face. Without a word, you reached for a slice of mango and lifted it to Renjun’s lips, quietly offering the yellow piece of fruit to him. Lucky for you, his eyes sparkled with fondness as he accepted the treat. 

However, he didn’t waste the chance to quickly steal a kiss from your lips, before taking a bite. Your eyes mirrored the surprise he had experienced earlier, and Renjun laughed now the tables had been turned. He savored the sweetness of the mango, just as he savored the sweet moment shared between the two of you.

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jeno 

You weren’t exactly expecting to return home to Jeno sprawled across your sofa. It was late at night, and you technically should have been back in your apartment much earlier. However, you got caught up in helping your friend rehearse for an audition and lost track of time. If you had known your boyfriend would be coming, you definitely would’ve gone home sooner.

 After quietly removing your shoes and shedding off your jacket, you carefully crossed the room to check the man resting on the couch. He looked so peaceful with his eyes blissfully shut and the pillow he held close to his chest. Yet, you couldn’t help but frown, thinking about how he must’ve been exhausted from work. While he never complained, you usually saw through his facade.

With a barely audible sigh, you fetched a cozy blanket to drape over him and tucked it snugly around his sleeping form. Leaning down, your lips pressed to his forehead and let your lips linger for a moment before pulling away. You straightened up, ready to start your nightly routine before heading to bed yourself. However, you froze when a warm hand tugged at your wrist. 

“Don’t go,” he murmured, almost sounding like a child begging his mom not to leave. 

The unexpected sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat. “Sorry for waking you up,” you apologized sheepishly, turning back to see him.

He shifted over a bit to give you some space, and you sat down beside him. Without thinking, your hand subconsciously moved to stroke his hair gently. He hummed at the sensation, appreciating any sort of affection from you.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it,” he said softly, leaning further into your touch. “Do you always kiss me when I’m asleep?”

“Sometimes,” you admitted quietly, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

A small pout formed on his lips in response. “You should just kiss me when I’m awake so I can give you one back.”

His words would’ve sounded playful if they hadn’t been spoken in such a sulky tone. But of course, you sort of expected this reaction from Jeno. Chuckling softly, your embarrassment gradually began to melt away.

Moving your hand to caress his face, you casually said, “Well you can give me one now if you’d like.”

With your permission, Jeno happily sat up to pull you closer for a kiss that made your head spin. Nonetheless, it was a tender moment that left you both with silly smiles as you parted. Afterward, you took his hand in yours and suggested you both move to the bedroom so he could sleep more comfortably.

Later, as you cuddled up together in bed, Jeno smiled to himself as he felt a rush of love he felt for you. Even though it was past one a.m., he still found himself falling for you all over again.

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haechan 

To say the least, Haechan was a little restless just chilling in his apartment with you. Usually, he liked being at home, especially with your company. But the original plan for today was to have a lovely date at Han River, which was forfeited due to the ongoing thunderstorm outside. He regretted not looking at the weather forecast beforehand.

So to cure his self-proclaimed “boredom,” Haechan proposed the idea of playing the pepero game. At first, you tried to decline, knowing that you’d be signing up for endless teasing and blushing on your part. That didn’t sound very fun to you.

“Oh come on, babe!” he pleaded, shaking the pepero box. “I won’t be annoying this time, promise.”

Knowing he was going to keep whining until you agreed, you reluctantly set aside the book you were using to ignore him. “Ugh, fine. But just this once!” you conceded, holding your pointer finger up as a warning.

Haechan grinned triumphantly as he tore open the bag inside the box to retrieve a Pepero stick. He moved to where you were sitting on the couch and lifted the chocolate-covered treat to your lips, gesturing to open it. With a resigned sigh, you reluctantly complied and took the stick with your teeth. Haechan took hold of the other end, his eyes already sparkling with mischief.

As the two of you started nibbling, Haechan promptly contradicted his earlier promise of not being annoying. His eyes sparkled with mischief when you hesitated after he took the next bite, leaving only a few centimeters left. No matter how often you had been in close proximity with your boyfriend, there was something uniquely captivating about the way his warm tan skin was adorned with scattered moles, and how you could get lost in his deep brown eyes. Seeing those features up close always stirred a weirdly fluttery sensation in your heart.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy already, (Y/n),” he teased, his words slightly muffled by the long biscuit between his teeth. You merely glared at him in response, unwilling to admit how easily you were influenced by him.

To rebel, you decided to make a bold move of your own this time. Despite your racing heart, you seized the opportunity and bit the remaining piece, but not without planting a swift kiss on his lips. Haechan froze for a moment as you pulled away. A laugh escaped when you saw that he was too stunned to speak. Well, that was one way to shut him up.

Feigning innocence, you asked, “That’s what you wanted, am I wrong?”

It didn’t take long for a grin to spread across the boy’s lips. The initial shock of your unexpected kiss was replaced by a look of amusement. In the next moment, his right arm encircled your waist, drawing you close once more. You didn’t even have time to blush before his lips began to explore every exposed inch of your skin.

“You’re so bad for me,” he murmured between kisses, his fingers tangling your hair. “But I love it.”

You giggled, surrendering to the warmth of his affection. Maybe you’d be more inclined to indulge in games with Haechan now, knowing they’d end up like this.

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jaemin

In the solace of his apartment, Jaemin observed you interact with his cats in the living room. Usually, he’d be cooing and snapping a hundred pictures of you and his children. However, he wasn’t very amused at the moment.

Na Jaemin never thought he’d be jealous of his babies until he saw Luke rubbing against your leg and hopping into your lap. Your giggly response and the way you tenderly stroked your fingers through the feline’s soft white hair, certainly didn’t make him feel any better. Although he loved his pets dearly, seeing them snuggle up to you so easily made him feel a bit envious. 

“Hmmph, it seems like you’ve become more fond of Luke than your own boyfriend,” he scoffed, not even bothering to hide it. 

You looked up, noticing how he was resting his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on the couch’s armrest. His body language fully displayed his discontent, and you tried not to laugh. Rolling your eyes, you returned Luke to his siblings and tugged the collar of Jaemin’s hoodie to pull him in for a sweet kiss. 

Any negative feelings dissipated instantly as his heart fluttered at the touch of your lips against his. Warmth spread through him like wildfire. But before he could reciprocate the kiss, you pulled away with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Does that make you happy?” you teased, gently pushing him back to give yourself some space.

Adoration shined over Jaemin’s eyes as he grinned. “Hm, I think another one would make me even happier,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Before you could even respond this time, Jaemin was already leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that sent sparks flying between you. One of his hands rested on the nape of your neck, allowing him to press his lips harder against yours, while the other was placed firmly on your waist. Though you were initially caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the kiss, you decided to enjoy this moment of intimacy.

As you melted into each other’s arms, Jaemin was reminded once again of just how amazing it felt to be loved by you. Honestly, if he could have one wish, he’d probably wish to kiss you forever.

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chenle 

The steaming pot of oxtail soup stared up at you, and you lowered the heat to let it simmer some more. It was your first time cooking the Chinese soup. But recalling how your mom used to make it when you were younger, figuring it on your own hadn’t been too difficult. Although you were mostly confident in your culinary skills, you still wanted to be sure.

“Lele, can you come here for a sec?” you called out to your boyfriend who was probably playing some mobile game in the living room. 

You could hear rustling sounds, and soon the sound of slippers padding against the wooden floor reached your ears.  “Smells good babe,” he said, shuffling over to your side. 

Something about seeing Chenle waddle into the kitchen, wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood over his messy hair, made your heart strangely beat faster. But instead of ignoring that feeling like you usually did, you decided to act on it this time.

After dipping a spoon in the red broth, you raised the utensil to his mouth. “Taste it for me.”

Chenle complied, allowing you to feed him some of the soup. You tried to suppress a laugh as a smug yet impressed expression appeared on his face. However, before he could give you his feedback, you swiftly leaned in to give him a peck. 

The male froze for a moment at your actions. You chuckled softly and hugged his waist, as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His eyes widened in surprise before the corner of his lips curled into a smirk. A part of him wanted to tease you for stepping out of your shy image, but he also found himself enjoying it a little too much. 

“Did you like it?” you asked, glancing up at him innocently.

Chenle’s cocky grin widened as he leaned in closer. His eyes twinkled with mischief, as he used his pointer finger to gently tilt your chin upward. “Wait, let me taste it again to just be sure,” he teased.

It didn’t take much for you to understand that he was not talking about the food. You simply smiled as his lips brushed against yours before he went all in. Shivers danced down your spine as you melted into the electrifying kiss. By the time you finally pulled apart, Chenle was smiling like an idiot.

“Hm, that was delicious,” he breathed, earning a playful smack on the shoulder from you. Even though you had started it, his comment was unnecessary in your opinion. Was he trying to kill you?

Trying to recover from your now flustered state, you returned your attention to the brewing pot on the stove. Chenle’s laugh rang through your ears, and then he was squeezing you into a backhug. It was those types of moments that reassured you that being with Chenle could never be boring.

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jisung 

Amidst the dark sky, the street lamps cast a soft, golden glow as you walked back to your apartment. Jisung strolled beside you, holding your hand securely. Occasionally, you smiled to yourself, thinking about how tonight had been another lovely date, filled with laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances that spoke volumes without a single word.

As you neared your apartment building, you felt Jisung’s fingers intertwined with yours tighten. A sense of reluctance washed over him, realizing that he wasn’t ready to say goodbye tonight yet. Your presence always brought Jisung a sense of warmth that made him the happiest when you were together. He wanted to experience that just a little while longer.

Pausing in front of your door, your eyes widened when you were pulled into a tight embrace. Jisung seemed clingier than usual this evening, but you honestly couldn’t complain. You returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your nose press against the oversized hoodie he was wearing. The scent of the perfume Renjun recently bought for him filled your senses. It wasn’t bad, you thought to yourself.

“I miss you already,” Jisung murmured, his chin relaxing against your head. 

The soft longing in his voice left your heart melting. These were the types of words you expected to read in texts from Jisung. So hearing them in person was even more touching. A smile tugged on your lips and you pulled away slightly to glance around, ensuring there were no cameras around. Once you confirmed there were no prying eyes that might stir trouble for either of you, you reached up on your tiptoes and pressed a quick but passionate kiss to Jisung’s lips.

He blinked in surprise, heat immediately rushing to his cheeks as the unexpected affection registered through his mind. Any kiss from you always made his heart flutter and left him wearing a shy smile. Nonetheless, witnessing the fondness in your eyes as you were blushing too was irresistible for Jisung.

Chuckling he moved his hand to gently pat your head. “Cute.”

You blushed a little at his words and squeezed in one last hug before he reluctantly released you to head inside. 

“I love you, Ji,” you said quietly, glancing back one last time to ensure he heard you. He exhaled shakily and said he loved you more.

There was an unspoken sadness shared between you, both feeling the weight of the parting. The two of you were uncertain of when or where you’d meet again. However, you found comfort in the knowledge that the love you had with Jisung was too strong to let too much time pass without seeing each other. In the meantime, you would cherish those precious memories together.

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previous masterlist -> new masterlist

[lizzy019]

Could you write a Blurb (or a fic im happy either way) of Johnny talking the reader through her orgasm like making her look at him and all that fun stuff?

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"Yeah sugar, look atchu. Come on, you can do it, right?" Johnny heaved as his hips tried to meet yours. Your hips bouncing on his as you found great pleasure in simply riding him.

You could only mewl in response, hands seizing his shoulders as you grinded and rode him, switching every now and then to bring pleasure to both your aching genitals.

Call it stupid, but you were so happily drooling, eyes watering as your gaze was locked on how his lovely cock fit so well into your core. Like a key to a lock or a sword in its sheath, it fit so perfectly and it felt so damn good.

"Johnny! Johnny! Hah, wanna cum on ya, wan' you to see how goo- good you're makin' me feel..!" You moaned happily, legs trembling as you fought to keep them moving.

Johnny's soft hands gently held your waist, guiding you and keeping you moving all while praising you and letting you get your fill of pleasure in. It was only fair after such a stressful day, was it not?

"Yeah sugar, I know you do. You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna make a mess for me?" He asked with a soft smile, watching your supple breasts bounce so joyously as you moved.

You nodded, head thrown back as you found yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. An abyss you'd happily lose yourself in, and somewhere you'd love to stay in. But no, Johnny's hands kept you focused.

"Uh-huh!" You replied hazily, too far gone in your pleasure to really find yourself giving him a proper answer.

"Yeah? Cum for me, sugar. Wan' you to make a mess around me, come on. You got this, don't you? Keep goin', I gotchu." He hummed sweetly, keeping you moving at an even pace.

You nodded, fighting yourself internally to hold on for a little longer, to hold onto that orgasm so it didn't erupt too quickly. But one can only hold a battle for so long until they grow weary and weak.

With a loud cry of sheer passion, you found yourself freezing mid hump as your pussy walls fluttered and pulsated against his cock, your orgasmic release causing your spine to rattle a little.

Heavenly colours of whites and soft yellows had blurred your vision as your high made you a bit dizzy, your body flopping onto his and pressing him back onto the couch as you huffed and puffed to regulate your breathing.

"Awh sugar, you did good. Did you like it?" Johnny hummed pleasantly, the sound making a smile form on your face involuntarily.

"Mhmm..," You responded with a calm joy in your tone.

Soon, he pulled out of you with his erection still hard, his hands coming to rub at your exposed back to soothe the aftershocks of your pleasurable high. You found it endearing how sweet his little bit of aftercare was.

"But baby, you're still hard. What about you?" You asked drowsily, looking at him with pretty heady eyes.

Johnny just shrugged, kissing your sweat sheened hairline and chuckling softly.

"I don't need it to be tended to, it'll go down on its own, sugar. In the meantime, do you want a drink to rehydrate yourself?" He asked, his fingers grabbing your shirt and putting it back onto you with care.

You found yourself nodding, standing up to put your pants and undergarments back on before following him to the kitchen for some drinks and food.

Soon enough, you had ended off a lovely little evening with your adoring boyfriend, water, and snacks while you watched his favourite show under the warmth of a blanket.

You were too happy to complain about it.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Chapter 6. Thoughts & Ink

Summary: He finds it ironic, this was the one time he did not want to be seen, and the princess still singled him out. Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Words: 1,222 Listen to: 'Everybody's Changing' -by Keane A/N: Last chapter of plot now let's move on to the good stuff! -Danny

Dearest Gentle Reader, 

Last week's ball was full of delightful moments courtesy of Genovia's Royal Family. The twins, Prince Rowan and Prince Richard showed a benevolent disposition to dance with every eligible lady in the room. Unfortunately for Prince Rowan, this finished all too soon when Miss Penelope Featherington pulverised his foot midway through their dance.

Princess Marie praised the mamas and chaperones in attendance for keeping our traditions alive and well but asked if being watched doesn't motivate the young ladies to go behind their parents' backs. This question was met with paling cheeks and nervous giggles of denial, and the princess was escorted away by her visibly amused father.

Princess Y/N's euphoric greeting was surpassed only by her decision to spend most of the night with Mr Benedict Bridgerton. Now the artist has charmed his way into the princess's good graces and has been hired to tutor her throughout the season.

The Queen and King of Genovia were elegant and agreeable, and it gives them little reason to be mentioned in this column. This author, however, could not leave them without a mention, as they're the finest couple she's seen in many moons.

Lady Whistledown, October 1815

No little joy can make up for the nightmare that Benedict's life has become. Not only the debutantes, but also the men of the ton are now pestering him with queries about the royal family, and he can't go anywhere without running into people who want to congratulate or question him on his tactics.

He's stopped his after-dark getaways, hating the thought of being followed and having his life published in Lady Whistledown for everyone to see. If Benedict's intimacy were revealed, he could be exiled, imprisoned, or executed. Perhaps he was too much of a whiner when he claimed he detested being overlooked.

He finds it ironic, this was the one time he did not want to be seen, and the princess still singled him out. He has a second chance to make a name for himself... It came to him in a way he had no control over and that vexes him profoundly, but when it comes to his interactions with the princess, it's foolish to think he'd ever had any kind of control.

"Ah, Mr Bridgerton," a man greets him at the entrance of the academy. "We've been expecting you! My name is Roger Brown."

"Mr Brown," Benedict shakes the man's hand, then tilts his head with confusion. "I'm afraid I have no royals bringing me to school if that's what you were expecting to see..."

Mr Brown laughs. "I wanted to meet you. I teach the old masters here, at the Academy."

Benedict smiles. "You're a professor?"

"You are to teach the Genovian princess, correct?" The man continues, guiding him up the steps. "You'll be more interested in becoming a professor than being part of the alumni, so I took the liberty of welcoming you and suggesting the best courses to hone your skills."

Benedict has never wanted to become a teacher and the thought of being one instead of an actual artist is concerning. People would look at him differently. Will he feel different too, after a while? Everything could change. 

He's looking forward to his next conversation with the princess. As irritating as she is, he can't deny that he likes her sense of humour, her intellect, and most of all, her disposition to face her fears. He'd give anything to be like her.

He's so careful not to fracture and mix the lifestyle he's made for himself... but the marks on his body have long stopped feeling like works of art and more like signs of rot. Maybe he should change, only a little. Stale things are never fun.

"I suppose trying those out won't hurt, will it?" Benedict forces out a grin. 

"Come along, then," Mr Brown guides him into the building.

Dear Diary,

Benedict and I are becoming friends. Now I just need to find other things to occupy the rest of my afternoons and I'll be set for the season! Marie, Rowan, and Richard are out and about with the British almost daily but they only go to private places. If I wanted to be around royals only, I would've stayed in Genovia.

I've talked to my mother and Queen Charlotte to see if I can go out on my own. Mother says I have to be careful, but she will give me a chance, so they're bringing my lady-in-waiting from Genovia. She is to arrive this Friday, until then, I'm to stay in the castle and behave accordingly. 

I'm allowed to wear my trousers and boots as long as I stay in the castle. I wonder if Benedict likes horseriding, I've seen a couple of beautiful horses in the stables but I get too tense and the horses get all grumpy. If Benedict owns a horse—

"There you are," King Nicholas enters the library with a letter in hand. 

You shut your diary and place it away. "Yes, papa?"

He sits next to you, smiling. "I see you've taken your mother's advice. Is it fun, to keep a diary?"

"It's relaxing," you concede. "And in ten years from now, I'll have fun revisiting my life as a princess."

King Nicholas gives you a look you've learned to recognize as the bearer of bad news. "There's been a change of plans."

Your smile drops. "What has happened, father?"

"Your great-grandmother is ill. Your mother's presence is required in Genovia."

"Is her condition severe?" You ask with trepidation.

"No, but she cannot manage our affairs and recover at the same time, so your mother and I will return, along with the twins. They won't like it, but they're old enough to handle it and dare I say they need to start taking on more responsibilities."

"Meaning you're leaving Marie and I... alone?" You hide your feelings as best as you can, but your father smiles knowingly.

"You'll do well, love. Your mother and I are proud of how you've handled yourself so far."

This does not convince you. "What does Queen Charlotte think about your sudden leave?"

"She's delighted to keep the pretty princesses and lose the rest," there is a rueful tone in his voice. "As much as she liked your mother, the King occupies most of her thoughts. Heavens know if I were in her place, I would've abdicated to look after your mother."

"Even if that'd meant shoving your spectacle of a daughter into the throne room?" You say sourly.

"I see no spectacle," he holds your hand gently. "Neither does your mother."

You nod, adjusting your approach to this situation. That's what you always do when you run into walls, you veer to the next pathway, you never complain and never feel sorry for yourself. These are not the same problems a regular lady would have and you're well aware of it, so you take it in stride, even if you struggle to be content with your life sometimes. "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, but you mustn't worry, your duties are to grow more beautiful, get smarter, and return to Genovia with a brand new set of artistic skills."

A smile pulls at the corners of your lips and you lean to kiss your father. You seize your diary and exit the room feeling like you've been left to your own devices, and Benedict Bridgerton might be your only help to come out of it unscathed. "It'll be fine," you whisper, anxiously massaging your jaw.

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[marymary-diva17]

new addition to the family (2)

Jake x tonowair x reader x neytiri x ronal

Children were something wonderful and blessing by the great mother, and now she has given you that blessing. You had already been blessed with seven children and it seems like your family was not done growing. As now there was a new blessing that was coming for the family and their clan. The blessing of new life in the family that will bring hope and happiness to everyone.

Y/n " ......." you are resting at home after a hard and tiresome labor that had taken place today, as you had welcome your children in the world. Yes children you had give birth to twins boys and right away they had become the pride and joy of the family.

neytiri " ma y/n you need to eat something to get back your strength and energy"

y/n " sure"

ronal " here we made you some soup with fruit they will be good for you, now get some and we will attend to the children" you had nodded your head, as you were given some food as your mate are taking care of the twins.

neytiri " they are so adorable"

ronal " they most get it from their mama as there might not be that, much they have gain from their fathers" the two women laugh as you smile a bit while eating your fruit.

????? " mama" all three women had soon looked up and saw the kids standing there, they had come back to the home after getting some stuff for their new siblings.

y/n " hello my children welcome back home"

kiri " hey mama we brought back from gifts that we had made for them, along with some other supplies as well"

neytiri " that is wonderful of you kids come over here" the kids soon nodded placing the gifts and supplies down, as they soon look at their sleeping siblings.

tsireya " they are so cute mama"

ronal " yes they are I remember when you all were their sizes"

rotxo " dad said they are twins is that true"

y/n " yes that is true honey"

rotxo " wow that amazing"

lo'ak " one of them has eyebrows and five fingers as well"

y/n " yes it seems like he will be like your kids and your dad"

kiri " that amazing"

tuk " mama can I hold one of them please"

y/n " sure honey"

ronal " okay sweetie hold out your arms and remember to support his head"

tuk " yes mommy" ronal soon placed on of the twins in tuk arm and right away her face, light up with happiness she was so happy to hold her baby brother.

tuk " aww he so cute I don't care if you are baby brother I love you"

y/n " he seems to like you as well tuk tuk"

aonung " can I hold the other baby please" you had nodded your head as neytiri had passed the other twins to aonung, the kids were now looking at their new baby siblings.

rotxo " dad and baba will be home soon they had went out hunting to get a good hunt to celebrate, the arrival of the twins"

ronal " that wonderful we will have many celebrations on the kids arrivals, as they are the sons of oloeythans and new addiction to the clan"

aonung " hey little brother I'm your big brother aonung I will be here to protect you"

neteyam " you will not be the only one keeping him safe we are here as well"

lo'ak " we have to make sure they have some fun as well, they can't always be safe and living by rules"

neytiri " lo'ak"

lo'ak " what I'm telling the truth mom"

neytiri " what I'm going to do with you oh please great mother make the twins the less crazy children"

y/n " ma neytiri that never going to happen our children will always be like this no matter what happens and I love it" neytiri soon smile and laugh as she soon sat near the kids, looking at the twins. All the parents had added something new to symbolize the brith of the twins.

Jake " we are home we caught big fish for the family to eat"

neytiri " good it will be good to have our y/n will need it after the long labors today"

y/n " you all don't have to be like this I"m good"

ronal " we are going to be like this because you were like this for me and neytiri, and took care of us and took care of our husbands when they were hurt or sick" you soon nodded your heads as there was no way you will win this fight.

tonowari " i will like to hold one of the twins I will like to see my sons"

aonung " here baba"

tonowari " Look at you wow you are going to be a might warrior one day, you have a tight grip my son"

Jake " tuk honey can I hold your baby brother"

tuk " okay daddy" tuk soon passed her baby brother to Jake who soon took the boy, and was now smiling down at his son.

Jake " hello there little man well it look like we have another kid that inherited eyebrows and five fingers, wow you have a tight gip now I have a feeling you are going to be like your brother a handful"

lo'ak " that better then being like you sir" lo'ak had scoffed soon making his siblings laugh as well, Jake soon tapped the boy on his head.

lo'ak " hey mama"

y/n " Jake if you drop my son I will fight you"

Jake " same type of threat but different now these days yes my love, I will be careful"

tonowari " so ma y/n have you come up with names yet for our twins"

y/n " yes I have some names chosen that will be perfect for them"

neytiri " well tell us" you had told everyone of the names that your had chosen for the twins, and everyone seem to love the names right away. Soon dinner was served to the family as everyone celebrated the day of the twins birth and welcoming them into the big and funny family.

Days later

Tonowari " Kxai"

clan " Kxai"

Jake " Kutxe"

clan " Kutxe" the two father held a twin into the air so during the twin naming ceremony, as the clan and family welcome the twins. You were watching smiling brightly as neytiri and ronal held you close.

spider " you picked wonderful names auntie"

y/n " thank you kiddo" the kids were playing with the twins as the adults watched.

ronal " today is a wonderful day"

y/n " I can't wait to see what the future will have inshore for us for us my loves"

Jake " well no matter what happens will stand together as a family, as this our fortress and we will do anything to protect it" you soon smile at your mates today mark a new journey for the family and you knew life will never be the same for you and everyone else.

[tategaminu]

12 Days of TDP #1

What TDP means to me

I just noticed I never did this one so now that S7 is out it's a good time! I'm gonna talk about TDP and the fandom here since they are so important to me. Ignore this if you don't care at all about my little venting lmao:

A bit of story, I found out about TDP back when it was announced with the cool first poster, I didn't get into the series because I was busy with studies but when the show launched the second season my friend told me "hey this series is super good and there's a great ship" I knew right away the ship was rayllum lmao. I had to wait four or five months for S3 and I spoiled myself about the finale because it stressed me haha. When TTM came out I spoiled myself on instagram and had the worst week ever, no therapy will ever make that book okay.

I checked weekly about the date announcement while I got hyperfixated in another series from 2020 to 2022 just when S4 was going to air! I didn't check social media much so I wasn't updated about new info or content like BMH until the announcement of the launching date, the trailer, new designs, etc. I really enjoyed S4 and was excited for more! I missed the characters so much and I was so excited about the next seasons, I found out that there was actual good content on tumblr some weeks after S4, YouTube was the only place I was looking for stuff and that wasn't doing very well for me, I was a bit scared of tumblr over past experiences in fandom but oh wow the TDP fandom was actually cool!?

I found out about all the antics from the hiatus and the ideas and headcanons were so interesting! I got interested in reading or writing fics for the first time of my life so I got entertained while waiting for new content. I stalked posts but I only posted some art and didn't start really posting until a bit before S5 was out and oh well I and couldn't stop.

I have to say that this has been the most enjoyable fandom and fandom time I have ever been in. I have made online friends and have had so much fun, on top of that my art has improved a lot drawing TDP, the support it gets fills me with joy.

TDP is such a good series and it makes me so happy (I say this as I actually get emo over every season), rayllum is my absolutely fav romance ever and just writing or drawing or just talking about them makes my day. I love these characters and it has been so cool seeing them grow, I can't wait to see more about them.

Now with the sad part, I'm... scared? of things changing. Maybe my hyperfixation going away, to think about not liking rayllum or tdp as much in the future or the concept of them not bringing me joy. I highly doubt it because I have loved this series for 5 years now, my hyperfixation peaked with S4 and it hasn't waned ever since, not even with the one year hiatus from S4 to S5 I'm also very excited to see what the people come up in the big hiatus between S7 and S8, it will be so fun, I wasn't in the hiatus the first time and I regret it.

But at the same time, it makes me sad people leaving. Scared of me standing here alone with other one or two people, maybe even the mutuals or people I'm following disappearing or moving on. I know this is something that happens to fandoms all the time, and even if a series ends you are the one choosing to keep it alive or not but it's still concerning. I know it sound silly to get so emotional over this but as someone with high probabilities of autism, I have a hard time with social relationships or overall just living. But TDP and the fandom content makes me happy, the feeling of not fitting in is not as strong here with you all and having all of that taken away makes me sad. I haven't found another series that has caught my interest as much and I doubt I will anytime soon since TDP and Rayllum have everything I love, fandoms are also not as cool out there. I'm happy that I'm confident I will be here for a long time but at the same time is... scary. Change is scary and I have been feeling uneasy and irritated for a while now, even before S7 aired.

I'm gonna be here for a while, I'm gonna be here when Arc 3 and I can't wait to share with all of you. I'm sorry if this got too personal but I needed to vent.

Let's fight for Arc 3 and keep keeping amazing content together!

Finishing with shocked Rayla for the soul!

[trrickytickle]

about hiatus

HI EVERYONE ITS ME LIYA you may know me for always bringing energy and cool drawings as well as occasional fan fiction. Recently I haven't been as active because of a few reasons

I have been focusing on another, less "niche" online community- the Dress to Impress community... I've gone mainstream (not literal)... sue me. It's brought me a lot of joy and creativity, as well as something to look forward to, even when the tickle community brought that as well. And... I get to be public about my obsession with it as people treat it as FUN and CUTE and cool, but I'm still a fiend for tickling.

Exams, school, commitments to real life. All this can pretty much be chalked up to "I'm going outside now" and it's been very good for me- I feel like I enjoy myself though I AM very busy with these things, which isn't good. I also have more people I feel happy with outside the blogosphere, like my family, pen pal, classmates, and others in my local community/academia.

I've noticed people in the tickle community aren't talking and interracting with each other as much as soon as I left- which is why I feel burdened with social interaction here. I feel like it's MY RESPONSIBILITY, even though it's really not. I feel like I have to keep the flame burning when other people's attention is diverted, including mine, when it's something I just want to enjoy occasionally and not pay much mind to..... I'm sure many involved feel the same way. I have plans to bridge the gap between DTI and tickling- potentially make some community inspired fits. I also have a lot of different obsessions I want to draw, such as Emberlynn from Helluva Boss (who captured my interest despite my lack of interest in the series), more switch!Tennysons, and PUSS IN BOOTS (do not ASK he is like... lee material I need to ler him).

Anyways, I just feel like tickling wise, nothing really is going on, and I haven't had that inspiration- i mean, who needs to draw for 9831894789 followers when they can make an outfit in the confines of a silly block game that means a lot to them RIGHT HAHAHAAHHAAHAHAH IM BURNTOUY RIGHT NOW AND I HAVE SO MANY ASKS AND COMMITMENTS AND STUFF AND I'LL GET BACK TO EVERYONE IM IN PAIN

bai

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/5/2024) Episode: Dinner and Dancing

At the reception Luigi kept his drone recording as everyone gathered to enjoy the seafood feast he’d helped prepare earlier that afternoon.

Bonnie, who was flying solo as usual, was seated across from Noemi. Now that she understood the bride’s own social struggles, she was willing to admit “Leroy’s “demanding job” isn’t really the reason he never comes to these things. He’s socially awkward, and crowds make him anxious.” 

“I totally get it.” Noemi sympathized, “I’ve come to accept this zoo…” she waved to indicate the crowded table “as “part of the package” with Lu’s close knit family, but its awesome you’re willing to let Leroy enjoy his solitude.” She leaned in closer. “I’m a little jealous, I wish I was home right now too.”

Lu himself was happily telling Grandpa Don “PrimSim gave us a bonus for our little Harvestfest collab, no doubt due to your expert lead…”

 Don held up a hand to stop Luigi from making the offer he knew was coming “That’s great! You can consider it an extra wedding present.”

In lieu of dessert champagne was poured and both sims of honor rose to give a toast.

Amaya went first “At the last wedding Luigi and I attended I told him I never wanted to see him again. Then I stumbled into friendship with his pretty momma as we were both learning to be better mommas to our incoming bundles of joy. Ain’t life strange? You did good hot stuff – but if you let my girl down you best believe I’ll be the one kicking your butt!”

Denton followed up with “Luigi and I got off to a bit of a rough start…” “To be fair,” Luigi hollered back to the crowds delight, “we WERE toddlers…”

“… but we grew up to have a lot in common.” his cousin continued with a smile. “Noemi, much as we both love him, it’s clear that he doesn’t quite deserve you. We’re all so very glad you eventually agreed to marry him anyway!” Luigi nodded happily, leaning over to give his wife a quick kiss.

Bellies full and hearts light everyone made their way to the dance floor after dinner.

For their first dance the newlyweds had picked an upbeat funky tune. The pair shimmied onto the floor and proceeded to boogie down, performing an adorable duet to the quirky retro love song they both felt perfectly captured the essence of their story and their love for one another.

🎶For so long, You and me been findin' each other for so long… I want you layin' in the love I have to bring, I'd do anything to be your everything🎶

When their song finished the pair invited everyone to join them and “get this dance party started!”.

Luigi of course was in his element, but Noemi surprised herself by how much fun she was having.

Surrounded by the large crowd of family and friends she’d come to know so well, on one of the happiest days of her life, she felt nothing but joy as she swayed in time to the music.

All good things must come to an end, and as Luigi and Noemi’s party ended, he was approached by Professor Silva.

“Care to autograph this for me? I’d love to hang it on the “wall of fame” in my office”. His old advisor handed over a headshot from Luigi’s days as co-captain of Foxbury’s E-Sports team. As Luigi worked, he added “I was sorry to hear about your Carpel Tunnel, but glad you’re taking it seriously.”

Luigi, remembering that his coach’s own stress injury had kept him from going pro, nodded. “Thanks. It hasn’t been easy, but it’s given me a chance to put those leadership skills you taught me to good use.” He handed back the picture and promised to check up on the professor’s current team soon.

Once their guests had all departed Luigi snuggled Noemi close “So, wife of mine… man I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that… I know that both of us are “seldom sleepy” these days. You up to have a little more fun before bed?”

“Absolutely” she replied “After all, it’s a rare treat not to have anyone but ourselves to worry about. Carpe Diem!”

Luigi laughed “well OK then, let’s go!”

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[deepestuniversallove]

Hey I literally logged in just to give you support. Don't listen to these idiots telling you that you're gross for loving Mewtwo.

Because if loving Mewtwo is gross then the entire monster-fucking community should also be shamed but they aren't hmmmmmm I wonder why.

The degenerates in this fandom are perfectly fine with Ash fucking Latias, and men fucking Gardevoir, Vaporeon, or whatever slutty monster girl bitch of the week, but nooo you self shipping with Mewtwo is apparently cONcERnING or whatever.

(I love how no one calls the Hatsune Miku guy names lol, do I smell double standards? )

But this doesn't surprise me because the Pokemon community is full of hypocrites and these are the same no - life losers who shit their pants because Ash isn't in the anime anymore, their parents truly failed in raising them.

Lord knows I faced enough trouble for loving Steven and that too, from an Eevee fucker.

Monika, sweetie you are doing nothing wrong, your love for Mewtwo is so innocent, sweet and pure. I think it's beautiful how helped you with depression and escape your narcissistic mother.

People on this site love to preach mental health support but the very minute you do something different yet harmless suddenly it's

"OH NO YOU DARE TO LOVE A "FICTIONAL CHARACTER"

Keep on giving them rectal bleeding and draw more of you and Mewtwo ;) I love to see it.

AHH thank you so much for this message!! 🥹 That is so sweet of you!

Yeah, I dunno why it has always been like this. Even 10 or even 20 years ago, I often got messages chastising me for selfshipping with Mewtwo, calling it "nasty" and "degenerate", when really, i am not doing it to specifically be a degenerate, but because I honestly love Mewtwo. In his story, he too had to fight against a narcissistic "parent" (Giovanni), just like I had to against my own. How can it be seen as a crime to want to believe? Or has it been wrong to say "Mewtwo, please teach me to be brave like you" in my mind during the hard times, especially back when I was a lonely child?

Haha, I doubt anyone could ever shame the monster fucker community out of what they are doing. Or the furry community for that matter. 🤣

There always seems to be some sort of underlying misogyny happening. Women are expected to get an IRL husband/boyfriend to serve as soon as possible, so seeing a woman openly rather selfship with a fictional character is threatening to them, because how dare a woman not be in the kitchen and make sandwiches for a man? How dare a woman prefer to be single when there is a "male crisis of loneliness" happening?

Then again, I don't think I owe society anything. Where was society when I was abused? Where was the help or the community when I needed them most? I was left to my own devices. When a fictional character like Mewtwo brings someone like me more hope than any IRL human, that's how I know we failed as a society. Even sicker is that other more destructive forms of coping mechanisms are more encouraged. Somehow selfshipping is seen as more evil by the "moral police" than dying from a drug overdose on the streets or having alcoholism.

Anyone who ever complains to me about "ruining Mewtwo" or whatever - no, you aren't "concerned", you are just using that word to camouflage that what you really want is control over me and what I put out there. And i can tell you it is futile. I haven't survived so far just for some snotty brats to tell me what i can or cannot do in MY online space. Don't like what I post? Tough titties, use the block button. No one is forcing you to look at my "cringe". My cringy stuff brings me joy and makes me happy, and I feel I deserve some happiness in this shitty world of ours. You do too, so just..go and have some fun yourself. Don't waste your only life on policing others.

So yeah, you are right, dagdasgoddess. I will keep giving people "rectal bleeding". 🤣 No one can stop me from loving Mewtwo, my guardian angel that even visits me in my dreams at night, and loves me even when I absolutely despise myself. He will always be a bastion of love for me, a symbol that life is worth living regardless of hardships.

[waybacks-swag-awards]

THE SWAG AWARDS HAVE OFFICIALLY COME TO AN END!

Finally, after a week of the toughest battles of your entire lives, it is finally decided on which Iterators have the most Swag! The most Blorbo…ness! And the most… Scrunkliness…? And etcetera! Without further ado, the winners of this competition are…

Hope For Bountiful Harvests (and his silly little dog, the Envoy) from @hopeforbountifulasks! My condolences! Huh, what, that’s the wrong—? Um, cheers, man! Thank you so much for being here with us! Tell your friends about what a great time you had here!

One Backward Step from @stepbystepback! Congratulations! Thank you so much for participating, we hope you had a good time! Come back soon! Huh? We’re not going to—?

A special thanks to the ones who made it to the final round — Pieces Of Memories from @pieces-of-memories and Endless Skies from @vivid-endlessskies! Thank you both for participating as well, hopefully you still enjoyed it even if you didn’t win!

And now, a final word from my manager!

——————

hello. it’s me, cream, the evil mastermind behind this whole thing. i really hope everyone had fun with this whole competition — i know it wasn’t very thought out in some places and that some things could’ve been done better, and it was my first time even trying to do anything like this, but Fuck It, We Ball. either way, at least for me, this event has brought a lot of joy and excitement, and i hope i’m not the only one!!!

so… it’s over! wow! the Swaggiest, Blorboest, Scrunkliest and etcetera iterators have been chosen…………………… but that was never the point of the Swag Awards, was it? sure, half the reason this event was created in the first place was to goof around and find out which iterator oc people are most obsessed with, but the actual reason was to bring everyone together, to shoutout smaller artists, to give everyone a chance. so if during this competition you’ve managed to find a cool new artist (or maybe even a new inspiration), a new favorite character, or if you’ve managed to meet someone new and make a friend or two — that means this competition has fulfilled its purpose! yippee!!! that’s all i could’ve ever asked for!

a very special thanks to all my friends who have enabled me throughout all of this, and to specifically @lyss-butterscotch for being the Main Enabler(tm) and drawing so much amazing stuff for the competition, even tho she didn’t have to!!! so go check her out!

i think that’s all i really wanted to say. once again, thank you everyone so much, and i hope you all enjoyed this silly little thing. if there is a next time, i’ll see you there, and if there isn’t, thank god & i’m never seeing any of you again. i’m going to hell after this post

[kaerontes]

chuuya discovers fireworks for the first time, but only years later he learns to appreciate them

Nothing in the world made Chuuya happier than all the times he could be useful to the Sheep, every moment he made their enemies run away cause he's just way too powerful for outside people not to feel intimidated—and then all the kids would run up to him all screams and smiles decorating their faces, ready to celebrate yet another victory and another peaceful day he guaranteed them

At first it made him feel a bit awkward, not knowing how to react or how they expected him to act when all mouths named him their king; but then he learned to appreciate it, and soon he started noticing the way he was infected by their happiness. He would caught himself smiling back when they screamed in joy, and accept their hugs and sometimes even help with all the preparations for the moment they would gather and make a little party later that night

But then there was a day Chuuya had just scared another threat when he suddenly saw something in the sky — so focused on protecting the Sheep, his never-ending duty, he never before had enough free time to go to festivals, and his eyes shone as the first firework flew to the sky, the bright comet-like light exploding in more colors than he could name them, and suddenly making the dark night sky glow

Suddenly all the screams and applaused were nothing but a distant memory, his mind focusing only on the beauty that was all the colors and shapes

After a few minutes later someone finally noticed his mind was far away, to the way he was just standing there, speechless, while many talked to him. It was easy to guess what he had on his mind

"He never saw it before, right?", whispers started to be heard

"We could go to a festival one day, all of us", a small hope

But louder voices claimed that was too dangerous, "who'd protect us if our king left?!", it was just one comment — one Chuuya could've discussed about later and make his way to the pretty lights... yet, for some reason, he felt bad

So he smiled, turned his back to the fireworks and giggles, "don't worry, I was just surprised by that, no need to go towards the danger, even worse bring y'all with me"

So, after that day, he didn't pay much attention to fireworks, not when he had more important stuff to look after

A few years later, he was all alone sitting on a bench, the only lonely soul at a park while the moon was out, the only light that shone that night

And he was surprised when a sudden single firework flew to the sky, suddenly bursting and painting the sky a beautiful golden, like the brighest sun

No longer with the heavy duty on his back and the constant lookout for danger, he let himself admire it; his eyes completely fascinated by the rising and falling of the fast sparkles, letting himself enjoy that little moment since he was all by himself and no one could expect anything from him at that time

But then he suddenly heard a voice, a very familiar voice

"Wanna come to the festival? It's nearby"

Chuuya looked surprised by the sudden apparition, and even more to the casual invite

"The mission, though?"

"Oh right, the mission—us mafioso can't have any fun, right? Yet, I heard our target is hiding amongst the visitors, wanna go check there? Just to be sure?"

It was a lie, Chuuya knew it was a lie

But he nodded, "Yeah, sure, just for the mission"

[it could be the flags, it could be dazai (maybe even adam if you change the dialogue a bit), but they'd made sure chuuya enjoyed that night, no worries and no fears, just himself, the fireworks and the ghosts of satisfied smiles looking at his cute admiration towards the lights]

I wrote this based on a prompt I saw on tiktok that went "secondary character discovers fireworks for the first time while the rest of the team casually celebrate victory", sadly I forgot their @ but if I find it again I'll add here!

[satureja13]

Underwater Love

 ~ Chapter 1 ~  

It was (not so) great when it all began

Where Ji Ho has his first day at the new school, get’s hissed on by that jerk (= Vlad), meets Hector, the crocodile, cries a lot (because of that jerk)

and

where Vlad and Jack hunt the intruder who sleeps in the storage room of the school!

and

where Jack freaks out because Giga/Saiwa gets attacked! (or maybe not?)

From the Beginning   ~  Underwater Love   ~  Latest

It was great when it all began/Rose tint my world - Rocky Horror Picture Show OST

Finally I managed to get me one of those photo collage apps. Ever since @cantseemtohide​ mentioned this in an ask a few months ago, I wanted to try it ^^’ (sometimes I’m anxious/hesistant/slow trying new stuff ö.ö’) Plan was to make a ‘best of’. So I scrolled through the archive. But then I thought, why not make a better chapter list for an easier acess? So I did and I had so much fun (still have).

I never had a plan for this story. Just wanted to test the new pack (I wasn’t very fond of the new pack when it was announced - I was so wrong haha) and then go back to my ‘Family Business’ story... that was almost 9 months ago...

This story brings me a lot of joy and I learn a lot (about editing and human behavior and english). Since I’m with autism, it’s hard for me to imagine what others could possibly think. And tell without talking (I don’t even know why they even do it when they could just say it ö.Ö). So while working on this story, I learned to look closer. How do they feel? What do they think? Why do they act like they do? I’m still not any good at this but it got better.

And since I’m also with ADHD, I also was/am so amazed how focussed I am when it comes to this story. I barely ever managed to stay with anything (even if I was hyperfocussed) over such a long time every single day. wow

This story really amazes me and sometimes/often it’s even scary for me. It scares me/makes me helpless when unexpected/unplanned things happen. But by telling this story I learned to deal with it and make the best out of it (to a certain degree). A lot of remarkable twists in this story wouldn’t have happened if Ji Ho hadn’t been bitten by Genji. So I also learned how to deal with death, which was really hard since I had to get over a lot of deaths in my life. Even though I knew Vlad would come back. This story is like a therapy for me. I barely make things up, they happen or I ‘learn’ about them or I go with their flow. Not sure how to explain this. There were things happening in the lifes of my sims before that just were as it was. I didn’t question the nor could I explain them. Vlad’s and Jack’s insult light saber sword fighting for example. It’s just something they do from time to time. But then, suddenly I ‘learn’ why they do it (it will be revealed soon in the story). This is amazing and scary haha.

Or Jack in general. I know him as an adult for over 10 years. But as a teenager he was totally different and I wondered why. And as the story evolved, I learned about his past (and still do) and then he had this dream and I knew, it was Kiysohi who helped him become the responsible father of 3-5 kids (they’ll have to do something about this lol! Maybe adult Jack and Kiyoshi will have a fifth child together since it’s now possible) and one of the leaders of the Resistance.

What also never really happened in my sims 4 game was love. They had romances and i had a few couples but it never was as deep as the connection between Saiwa and Jeb for example. Or Vlad, Luci and Ji Ho ^^’ Or even Kiyoshi and Jack. It is not quite tangible in the story now, but when I learned they had been together all the time in the other story universe, that really hit me.

There are still so many things I can’t wait to learn about them and this keeps me going.

So the boys are more than precious to me <3 And I’m sure this will be an episode in my life that will always be remembered. (”Oh my, do you remember when Lenny was obsessed with his sims?” “Yes! Ji Ho and Vlad! And the beautiful elf! And that dorky werewolf!” hahaha)

That’s enough for now. Thank you for being with us!

[letters-from-dekarios]

[From Dusk, a changeling assassin rogue. He used to work for a group of assassins in Waterdeep, and he’s generally extremely paranoid but he’s working on it]

[An envelope appears on your windowsill one day. There isn’t any writing on it. The letter within is written in a code with neat, precise handwriting. It doesn’t take you much time to decode]

Gale,

Hey, don’t be put off by the code, it’s just a force of habit. I would’ve double-encrypted it but Astarion laughed at me for even doing this much. He says being so paranoid about my personal mail is unnecessary and he’s really annoying when he thinks he’s right. That also kind of put invisible ink off the table, but whatever.

The Underdark is kinda nice, when things aren’t trying to kill us. Feeding the spawn is an issue, but we’re managing them alright. I use my true form more often than not, and it isn’t as terrible as it used to be. It helps that a bunch of vampire spawn hardly have a place to judge me for being a monster.

How’s Waterdeep been? I’m going to visit at some point but I’d rather wait for things to cool down in case I run into my old “friends”. Your tower has security, right? If it doesn’t you should put in security measures. And not just magical ones because if you have a sussur flower it’s extremely easy to kill a wizard, trust me. If I show up in Waterdeep and you don’t have physical locks you won’t have to worry about other assassins because I’ll kill you myself.

Just… remember to stay safe, alright? I don’t like that I’m not there to watch your back.

-Dusk

(P.S. Astarion says hi. He misses you but he’s in denial about it) Love your blog. Very good stuff <3

Lovely Dusk,

Quite frankly, the decoding is like a fun little game before reading. I know this eases your mind and your worries, encode your letters as much as you would like.

It brings me the greatest joy to know you’re enjoying the Underdark! I’m sure the Myconid colony is much more receptive to you now that there’s no longer a threat of mindflayers. Send them my warmest regards. The information bestowed upon me from our time there has proved ever helpful in my studies!

Waterdeep is as busy as ever! Since the defeat of the brain, trading has gone up quite significantly. Though prices have begun to slope back down, things have been quite steep for a bit. No worry, though, the city is known for its splendor. You can be assured that yes, my tower does in fact have physical security measures. One too many strays looking for Tara in the past has led me to install more mundane locking features. You will be safe and all the more welcome if you decide to make a journey here. Tara would be delighted to see you, I’m sure.

I can also assure you I’m watching my back sufficiently. Tara would raise the nine hells if anything happened, you’ve no need to worry. Send word when you’re ready to make the journey back here to Waterdeep, I’ll have plenty of supplies for you when you arrive. Take care of yourself, too.

From the desk of,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

P.S. Tell that fiend I say hello, as well. He is due for a trip back to the city soon, too. Perhaps he can stop by for tea.

text reads: gale dekarios

[sweethoneyrose83]

Soon Rosalie is behind him as she is in the summoning circle "Alastor leave my niece alone" Rosalie says crossing her arms. "Rosalie!" Alastor looks at her in surprise "Well, if it isn't my old friend." He smiles warmly as he turns to face her. Rosalie smirks back "Yes, it's me" "It's been so long since we last spoke." Alastor says as he looks her up and down. "You look stunning, Rosalie." Rosalie's rabbit ears twitch "What do you mean so long since we spoke we both live in Hell now, Charlie, The hotel? Is your memory going now?" "Oh, I've been so busy lately," Alastor says as he leans in closer to her. "I haven't had time for anyone but myself." He smiles seductively at her and runs his hand along the side of her face. Rosalie smirks then glances at the confused teenage human girl "Alastor as you know now this is my niece Chloe" Chole pulls out her phone to take a picture but Rosalie stops her "No no no sweetheart don't do that, the radio demon doesn't like modern day technology." Ah, yes, Chloe." Alastor says as he looks at her with a blank expression. "Yes, I'm aware that you are Rosalie's niece." He steps away from her and walks towards the circle to examine it more closely. Chloe sighs watching Alastor "She's like my great aunt I believe?" Ah, I see. You must be very proud of your family lineage then." Alastor looks at her with a smirk as he crosses his arms in front of him. "But tell me, Chloe what were you doing summoning demons? That's not something most people do daily" "Because I like supernatural stuff and I read a lot about demonology..." Chloe says crossing her arms now. "Oh, I see. So you're a fan of the occult then?" Alastor raises an eyebrow and smiles at her. "You must be very knowledgeable about demons if that's the case." Rosalie walks to Alastor and holds his arm "Alastor don't do what I think you're doing?" "Oh, don't worry Rosalie. I'm not going to hurt your precious niece." Alastor laughs and takes a step back from her. "I was just asking her some questions about herself." Chloe nods "Yeah I do why do you care?" Oh, I'm just interested in learning more about you." Alastor chuckles and walks over to her. He kneels again so he is at eye level with her "I like people who are well read and educated. You must be quite the smart young lady." Chloe blinks and looks at him "Yeah I kinda am I guess that's why I have no friends" You don't have any friends?" Alastor asks her as he tilts his head to the side. "That must be quite a lonely existence." Chloe sighs "I'm fine with it" "You don't seem fine with it. It seems to me like you crave the company of others." Alastor says as he leans in closer to her again and puts his hands on her shoulders "But no one understands you because they aren't smart enough, is that right?" Rosalie stands behind Alastor watching Chloe as she looks away from them. "I understand you," Alastor says softly as he rubs her shoulders gently. "I'm different from the other demons, too. I don't just want to hurt people for fun or entertainment like most of them do. Instead, I prefer to have intelligent conversations with those who can appreciate my humor and wit." Rosalie snickers at that "Oh come on you love chaos and bloodshed" "I do love chaos, but it's not the only thing that makes me happy. There are other things in the afterlife that bring joy to my heart besides spreading terror and pain." Alastor stands up again as he smiles at Rosalie "You of all people should know that, right?" Rosalie smirks and nods "Yes, I do~" she says sweetly "I'm glad you do." Alastor says as he walks towards her and wraps his arms around her.

[allylikethecat]

ally!! i saw the prompt list you reposted and whilst there were MULTIPLE that had me a little squealy thinking about fictional matty and george I think my FAVE would have to be the ‘have you eaten today’!!!

would love to see your take on this, as in my mind fictional matty is not very good at taking care of himself ESPECIALLY when stressed and sometimes fictional george has to step in to make sure he doesn’t like die of starvation and/or sleep deprivation lol.

(also i am anon #4 who would love a nashville fic lol and since I have recently become enamoured with everything you are writing in the george/matty tag i was wondering if I could start signing my asks with a ‘💌’ so you are aware of how much i fully appreciate your glorious fics lol))

Hi! Newly christened Letter 💌 Anon, 

(Side note - it blows my mind people care about this little blog and my writing enough to want to claim emojis so thank you so much to anyone that has - I may not have done the best job of keeping track of what has been claimed because I was so shocked anything had been claimed lol but if anyone else wants one let me know I have a list now! It’s fun!) 

It’s so nice to hear from the Nashville Fic Anon #4 (and to have an official emoji to refer to you with!) The Nashville Fic group is up to FIVE now which means if we went to a restaurant we would need a RESERVATION wild stuff! 

Thank you so much for sending in this prompt! It made me smile super hard so I went out of order and decided to jump it to the top of the list - sorry not sorry! 

I hope this is what you were looking for - if not let me know and I can write something else! Regardless, let me know what you think! 

If anyone else wants to send in a ways of subtley showing love prompt the list can be found here! 

Thank you so much for reading and for sending in this prompt! I’m so happy to hear that you’ve been enjoying my work, I know it’s not for everyone and is very heavy on the angst but the fact that it’s bringing (hopefully) joy to even one or two people makes me so incredibly happy! 🥰

❤️Ally

"Have you eaten today?"

“Hey,” said George softly, causing Matty to look up sharply. His hood slipped off his curls as he tilted his head back, his blurry eyes wide and surprised, glancing around frantically, worried that he had missed the call to board and that the plane was going to leave without him. 

“Have you eaten today?” He asked, frowning at the dark circles under Matty’s sunken eyes illuminated by the glow of his laptop screen.

“Wha?” Matty asked, tugging his headphones off, letting them hang around his neck. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to refocus his vision on George, swallowing a yawn as he did so. He shut his laptop and shoved it into his backpack that was sitting half open at his side, they had to be boarding soon and he didn’t want to forget it (again). 

“I got you a sandwich,” George said, holding up the take away bag, “and a coke, and it made me realize, have you eaten today?”

Matty froze, trying to remember. They had flown in late the night before, and Matty’s head had barely hit the pillow before he was bombarded with calls from his lawyer, and their newly hired PR agency to discuss The Incident as they were referring to it. 

He had spent nearly all night on the bathroom floor, hunched over his laptop, whispering on the phone as to not wake George, as he tried to navigate the storm pulling him in multiple directions. As if George could sleep without the warm weight of Matty pressed against his side, drawn to him like a magnet or a moth to the flame, his own personal weighted blanket. He wasn’t taking care of himself, letting himself be tossed each and every way, his body battered as it beat against the shore line while he gave a bloody smile and assurances that it was fine, everything was fine. But it wasn’t fine,  Matty wasn’t fine. He was spreading himself too thin, his edges frayed and damaged, a salt stained rope threatening to snap. Offering himself up as a punching bag, taking the hits without complaint as if he could spare the rest of them the anguish. 

He had already been up when George awoke, fluttering around the hotel room in a tornado of limbs now that he didn’t have to try and be quiet, fielding calls from lawyers, from PR, from the media and from Jamie. He did it without complaint, giving a sad smile when he said he was okay, that he was figuring it out. That he was sorry to have caused such a commotion, to have made such a mess as if he had been alone in his actions, alone in his views. 

Matty had missed breakfast, pacing the length of the hotel parking lot while he spoke on the phone, a cigarette dangling between two fingers as he chainsmoked through the tense exchanging of words. Then they had taken the van to the venue, completed sound check, and Matty had found a quiet corner to take a zoom call with Brad about set design for the upcoming tour. They performed, the crowd lively even if Matty himself was more subdued. He had showered at the venue before being bundled back into the van, and was now sitting on the floor of the airport lounge, their late night flight out delayed due to a mechanical issue and the complimentary buffet already closed for the evening.  

His stomach grumbled and he reached up, accepting the take away bag and the bottle of coke. He couldn’t imagine that he had gone all day without eating, but he also couldn’t remember a moment where he had. He had started to unwrap a crushed Poptart he had found at the bottom of his backpack, but he couldn’t remember eating it, having been pulled into a debrief about venue security and how it was imperative that he did not make his way into the crowd that night. He had obliged without complaint, he couldn’t imagine all of the hands on him, touching him, pulling at him when he already felt like he was a breath away from breaking. He’s pretty sure he had sat the Poptart down on a table, and when he returned it was gone.  

“Thanks,” he said, pulling the sandwich out of the bag and unwrapping it from the paper, smiling when he saw ham and swiss, his go to comfort food when he was feeling overwhelmed. There was a bag of salt and vinegar crisps in there as well and he tore into the plastic eagerly, surprising even himself with how hungry he was as he scarfed them down as if someone was waiting to take them away from him. He hadn’t realized how truly hungry he was until he had started eating.

“Don’t choke,” said George fondly, dropping his large body onto the ground next to Matty on the floor, wincing at the way his knee cracked on the way down. Turning thirty had been the worst thing he ever did. 

“I won’t,” said Matty after he swallowed a bite of his sandwich, before taking a swig of coke, the carbonation stinging in his chest from drinking it too quickly causing him to hiccup painfully. 

“I love you,” said George fervently, wrapping his arm around Matty’s shoulders and tugging him into his side, Matty went easily, scooting across the rough fabric carpet to lean into George’s comforting warmth, still clinging to his sandwich, stomach jumping as he hiccuped again. Guilt stirring in George’s belly, he wished he could take the haunted look out of Matty’s eyes, he wished he could give him twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep. Matty squeezed George’s knee and took another bite of his sandwich. George wished he had realized that Matty hadn’t eaten sooner. 

“I love you too,” said Matty, resting his head on George’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he said, opening his eyes again to look at the sandwich, overcome with exhaustion and emotion.

“Always,” said George, it was the least he could do. 

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

I've done basically nothing but lay down and be exhausted since kirb2k over 2 months ago, but I did at least get the kirbox orders fulfilled. I have an immunology appointment in another 2 1/2 months and maybe they might do something to help me feel better. (it's a bad time. I know it seems to be most of what I talk about, but it is kind of all-consuming. even this roundup wore me out.)

also there are sometimes comments that make me smile but I don't have anything to add to them so I just read them and smile and don't put them in the roundups, but I promise I do see them all, like the many yeehaws (and yes haws and heehaws) for [cowboy kirb] <3

on [the last roundup] @hive-heart said: Hope things get better, kirby guy 💕 thanks for the reply :) also yeah! Sitting by the window during a storm is quite nice

they haven't lol, but thank you!

on [kirb2k] @ceylonsilvergirl said: HAPPY Y2K EVERYBODY!! I am joke, but it did give me serious “turn of the century’’ vibes. oof… that sentence hit me like I drank out of the wrong grail

that was intentional, that's also why we started with the macarena in the 1990s :>

on [errands] @crypptiid said: ME! MY ROLLATOR IS BLUE AND EVERUTHING @sunflowerinthemidst said: oh look it's me only my walker is hot pink 1😅😂

nice! I should really repaint mine if I'm ever feeling well enough lol

on [the last roundup] @gudetamalover said: :O!!! I’ve been noticed! My surgery went very well btw, thank you! [details removed for privacy.] I love your art so much btw, it brings me and my mom so much joy! I love this little pink dude, he’s got a permanent place in my heart ❤️ 

man that sounds rough, good thing it got ironed out quickly! and I'm glad it brings you both joy <3

on [errands] @pilcherthegreat said: oooo might add this one to my Kirby brigade tattoo 👀

oh hell yeah that sounds so cool! (for anyone else wondering, tattoos on your own body count as personal use and are totally fine by me!)

on [screaming] @persimmonlions said: i always forget how much i do not like the chaotic cacophony of a crowd until i am in a mall, like ‘oh yeah i DO get overstimulated no wonder i constantly skipped classes when i was 10’. anyway i got back home at 3 and proceeded to sleep for 6 hours

ugh omg yeah especially when you actually reblogged this 2 months ago and there were still holiday crowds and all the extra decor and stuff, the mall can be So Much.

on [macarena] @unconventionalvoidaxolotls said: holy heck, go kirby go! oh yeah this is a great first post. beautiful

ehehehe it's an honor :3

on [plushies] @the-void-is-a-disappointment said: finally getting around to reblogging this but thank you bunches for the commission!he looks so comfy and cozy i love it, he deserves this

he does! he does deserve to be so cozy and cute! (and thank you again for the support!)

on [bloodstream] @lord-chiopet said: Kirby in my blood could fix me

well he certainly wouldn't make me worse lol (fun fact: you kind of already have a bunch of kirb-likes in your blood! macrophages are a type of white blood cell that engulf and isolate or destroy foreign matter like splinters, viruses, and even tattoo ink! they're basically eating anything that tries to get into your blood that's not supposed to be there -u- )

on [fire] @jupiterlandings said: kirby I am hurrying to you with blankets and a tent and a warm meal, we may be in the wilderness kirby but we can still look at the stars even when the night is cold. and even if we can’t see them they’re still there and they’ll send the sun to look after us tomorrow. it’ll be ok kirby we’ll be ok

waah this is just such a sweet thought ;n; thank you for sharing it.

on [frown] @shapeshifterwithafez said: get well soon OP :c <3 this kirby nevertheless brings joy to my dashboard thank you!

I will not but thank you! I'm glad he brings joy regardless :)

on [worm] @thecosmickitty said: Hey fam just wanna say i love your art. Thank you for sharing (:

aww thanks!

on [mcas] @untoldsoup said: Im sorry about the health issues 😞 hope you get the treatment your looking for

I appreciate it <3 it's still gonna take a while one way or the other, but hopefully eventually someone will do something.

on [float (up)] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a ufo to abduct him, then on [rainbow] they [added] an alien kirb to greet him, and on [freckles] they [added] the view out the ufo window :) this little saga was very cute and did cheer me up a bit, thank you <3

on [float (down)] @angst-and-fajitas said: Ah he's floatin away

the kirb's not made for helium balloons! (a reference to [this vine], and good news this upload is actually from the person that made it!)

on [sacrifice] @joekingv1 said: *sits next to baby and waits to see what happens*

I really wanna draw a short comic for this but it seems like I'm not gonna feel up to it anytime soon -n-

on [stars] @gidkog said: *GASP* at world’s ass…

oh no you're right :x that was not on purpose lol

on [earring] @roboticutie said: yay!!!! he's here again today :D thank you!!!

your enthusiasm is sweet! he will be here every day! :)

on [sora] @ducksandlemonsandbigoldfish said: Kiev Kernel Kirby I hate autocorrect

this made me laugh lol

on [sora] @canvascoloredin said: congratulations! I've played all the kingdom hearts games (except Melody of Memories, Sorry Kairi), and started when I was around six but haven't had the time to buy a console I can play 3 on. Have fun for me!

I haven't played melody of memories yet either, the rhythm for all the rhythm minigames was always so janky that I'm kind of worried about how it might play tbh. but I am having lots of fun, I'm sure it's enough for both of us!

on [tattoos] @theraphos said: high five kirby i just recently resolved to finally get myself a tattoo this year also

nice! I hope it goes well :)

@turpial-thoughts asked: hi

hello!

on [worry] @graycoin said: I hope the wait is worth it.

yeah me too :s (thanks. and for all your other sympathetic comments whenever I complain about it as well <3 )

on [float (side)] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what they think about when they go floating*

probably very little I imagine. even less than usual lol

on [bread] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what they got while secretly hiding some extra treats for baby, Bear and Cake*

this one is just very cute, I had to read it aloud to my partner when I saw it.

on [sea] @graycoin said: This gets across the vibe very well. I get why you'd feel that way, I think. It's understandable. I'm glad people are trying. You deserve it.

thanks. I've always had a hard time conveying like, internal stuff for some reason, so it's nice when it seems to make sense to someone else.

on [sea] @ceylonsilvergirl said: Kirbo is in the storm, tossed by the waves, threatened by lightning at any moment in the dark. not even the stars to shine through the clouds. but he’s still floating, and that has to count for something

surely it must count for something TnT <3