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[fitzselfships]

I found out from a post on twitter that the animiniz are the perfect size for lps accessories and instantly knew what I had to do

[yayll]

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT!!! Opposites attract are literally my favorite trope ever, i love bad boy unhinged rockstar Dazai and him developing a crush on the cute, considered the industry sweetheart who dresses in frills and bows idol/pop star Reader, and considering that idols change their outfits to support the themes of songs/tours i can imagine they get a matching outfit set one day and its rock style…..idol reader dressed in black and other dark colors, rips in their clothes and some skin showing……Rockstar!Dazai is biting the bars of his encloser-TeenZai anon

so sorry this is so late angel.... also i may have gotten a bit carried away w this concept................ i love u teenzai anon this one's for u and all the rockstar!dazai adorers out there (and for me bc i'm INSANE for this whole thing put me downnn) basically idol reader taking up dazai's rocker aesthetic for the concept/theme of the tour is literally the DEATH of him. and not in the way he's always wishing for >:3

~ a little something about Rockstar!Dazai and Popstar!Reader finding a middle ground ~

You show up to soundcheck one morning completely in tune with the plan for the show but thinking nothing of it, because you're sweet and cool and in perfect flow! Something Dazai simply isn't and it makes him practically gawk as you saunter past him into the dressing room. a few moments later you walk out in a matching outfit that compliments the one he's wearing and it's all over. Completely fucking done. The man practically goes non-verbal for a few moments when he suddenly calls for his assistant to fetch him his pack of cigarettes so he can dash outside to the alley of the venue to get himself together. The nerve of you to look absolutely ravishing in a completely different aesthetic... So hot. So annoying.

Of course you follow behind him, curious and also hoping he's genuinely okay (you're not just a sweetheart for show and he hates that!) You find him leaning against the wall, his lighter failing to give him the flame he needs for his sweet relaxation. All he hears is soft giggling and light footsteps.

"I'll light it."

You take the lighter from him and flawlessly flicker it alive while he just watches you with the stick between his lips, amazed and slightly aroused. He can't help but notice the way his nerves seem to immediately settle with you nearby and it both comforts and concerns him. Dazai looks down at your face as you lean forward with the lighter, a tiny moment of softness appearing in his eyes as he watches you light the end of his cigarette, the flame from the lighter making his Hazelnut eyes light up slightly. He quickly takes in a long and deep drag, his shoulders visibly immediately relaxing once the smoke hits his lungs, and his cool guy demeanor is back on. You chime in, poking your head back into his line of sight.

"Better?"

You smile at him sweetly, always keeping things cordial.

"Much."

He stares at you under his messy bangs, his narrowed eyes softening by the second as his lips curl upward. You're just too true.

You simply hum, standing around idly though not in the way that claims awkwardness, but rather the comfortable kind of silence neither of them get to experience often in this fast paced industry. You look down at your black platform leather boots, a sheer contrast from who you usually present as and it somehow feels liberating. You breathe out, matching his coolness.

"Thought so."

He almost snorts at that, and turns back to look over the features of your angelic face. no amount of black you wear could overshadow the glimmer that follows you everywhere you go. You're a lucky star that's gone as quick as it comes. One day he'll make a wish on you.

"You know me so well."

You huff into a soft laugh that lingers and eventually dies in your throat when you realize the fluttering in your chest is only growing. Yikes. You mutter, low and careful.

"I just... Didn't want you to have a bad night tonight, I guess. With the concert and the album dropping and all... I hope you don't mind I'm sort of dressed like you, heh."

You end it with a shrug as you look ahead at the clouds in the sky and for the first time in a while you feel a tinge of nerves. you, the industry's sweetheart can still feel that after your major lasting success? shocking.

He huffs slightly in response, leaning his back against the wall and tilting his head up, staring up at the sky as he mutters back.

"It's not like I ever really have a totally good time on nights like this, anyway."

You flash your attention at him, tilting your head. In all your years of the supposed 'clashing' between you, you have never heard him speak this way.

"Nights 'like this'?"

He glances back over to you, bringing the cigarette back to his lips for another quick drag before responding, watching you stare at him intently.

"Ahh, performing. All the people. The fans being all over me. The media. All of it, all the time. It's exhausting, actually. I know I'm super hot and talented, but the performance doesn't always end when I get off that stage."

This causes you to lean in just a tad and murmur, curiously.

"... So why do it? All of this?"

And just when he's about to truly spill it all, talk about his never ending battle with his mortality and his career and the way you dominate every single topic in his mind, he simply just looks at you and blows cigarette smoke in your face with that signature smirk of his you always pretend to find so irritating.

"Sometimes it feels real and constant. It's the only thing I can count on... Other than seeing your silly little imitation of me on stage. Hate the mesh, by the way."

You simply stare, taken aback by his oddly sincere and blunt answer. You mutter under your breath as you bite your freshly manicured nails.

"...Yeah?"

Dazai hesitates a moment, his dark eyes glancing away from you as he takes another drag from the cigarette, a moment of vulnerability flickering through his expression. He takes another moment before responding, his voice gruff and a little shaky.

"Yeah..."

He continues to stare off to the side for a long moment, a hint of something like longing and painful restraint crossing his expression as he seems to internally struggle with something. Dazai's expression hardens a little as he finally looks back at you, his shoulders visibly tense as he puffs on the cigarette again, blowing out a long stream of smoke as he tries to push down his own feelings.

But you can tell, you can always tell. Media training, baby.

After what feels like an eternity, you reach out for his cigarette and take it in between your lips, taking a long drag of it yourself. You puff out smoke in a far less cool way than he made it seem, feigning nonchalance as if this isn't the first time you've ever even TRIED one of these damn things.

"Minty..."

He glances at you as you take the cigarette and take a drag yourself, a small but subtle flicker of curiosity in his expression. He watches you exhale and blow out the stream of smoke, before responding in a sardonic voice.

"Since when do you smoke, little miss bubblegum pop?"

You choke out a laugh, waving away the smoke to regain your breath. You smile faintly with a shrug as you hand it back to him after taking one more drag for good measure.

"I don't."

He raises his eyebrows slightly, giving you a look of mischief.

"Then why are you puffing on my cigarette, hm? Your manager would have a stroke if they saw you like this, you know. I'd be marked as a 'bad influence'~"

You shrug again and hum with all the bravery in the world your little heart can muster.

"...Tastes like you, is all."

He just continues to stare at you for a moment, processing your answer. Dazai's expression still remains as unreadable and emotionless as ever, but his eyes flicker for a moment, something indiscernible flashing through them for a fleeting second. It's the internal panic from how badly he wants to kiss you right here and now. He seems to hesitate for a moment before responding with a small smirk forming on his face and sounding wayyy too eager.

"...Is that a good thing?"

You exhale, the smoke leaving your nostrils as you murmur softly, eyes locked on his.

"...Yeah. It's a real and constant thing."

His breath hitches, shoulders visibly reacting by scrunching up as you give your answer. He doesn't say anything, but there's a flicker of something like vulnerability in his expression, a hint of softness around his eyes that betrays his usual cool and careless exterior. He remains silent for a moment longer before responding, his voice a low murmur.

"Yeah... Real."

And before you know it, you simply decide to say fuck it! And do something you'd never have the guts to do before Dazai and his ridiculous self entered your life. You lean in slowly, inching closer and closer to his lips. You're within an inch of kissing him when you whisper.

"... For good luck tonight, Osamu."

Dazai watches you in silence as you lean forward towards him, his expression going from unreadable to filled with pure unfiltered need. As you pause just inches away from his mouth, his eyes flicker once more, his dark irises shifting down to your lips for a second before returning to your eyes. For a moment he doesn't move, just staring down at you with an almost pathetically vulnerable expression on his face. You know better than to say his name like that. Then, in a low voice, he whispers back.

"... Shut up."

He leans down suddenly, pressing his lips against yours. Dazai's lips press against yours in a firm, almost desperate kiss. One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his body, while the other hand moves up to cradle the back of your head, threading his fingers through your purposefully messy yet somehow still soft hair. The kiss is passionate and intense, you can't even fathom how it's all gone down like this but you don't care.

Dazai thinks about how you taste delicious, sinful, and more importantly: Real.

For a few seconds, he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, before he finally breaks away, the both of you gasping for breath as he speaks in a quiet and hoarse voice.

"I can't think straight around you like this you silly little thing."

You smile, suddenly back to being bashful and absolutely ready for whatever happens tonight. You both look stunning and it's not just the outfits that speak on it. It's the genuine spark between you two, the collaboration everyone wanted but you NEEDED.

Just when you're about to reply to his snarky comment, your managers bust through the door to the alley and frantically fuss over you both as they yap about how late you are to soundcheck and the pre-show meet and greet. And why do you smell like cigarettes?!

Dazai turns up the charm and bad boy persona while you play up the apologetic and totally easygoing idol who's more than happy to make up for the lost time with the fans! And now in a different color scheme than they're used to!

Before you and Dazai are whisked away into opposite ends to finish getting ready, he leans into the shell of your ear, barely grazing it with his lips as he whispers playfully.

"You drive me crazy. See you on stage, and then maybe backstage~"

You swear you can feel every nerve in your body twitch when he smugly prances away from you after saying that.

... And of course the concert is a total jam, everyone's raving about the new music + matching outfits you're both sporting along with the undeniable chemistry you're cooking up. It's in the way you smile at each other in between songs, or when Dazai's singing a particularly flirty lyric he gazes at you instead of the screaming fans in the crowd. You dance and he watches, just like everybody else always does when you're in the room. Spellbound.

He may be wishing on you a little earlier than he thought he would be, but you don't seem to mind one bit, his lucky star. ⋆｡°✩

[embarrassims]

THOT EXPERIMENT: A Sims 4 Y2K Inspired CC Lookbook!

A Sims 4 lookbook inspired by the trashy y2k/mcbling aesthetic with punk, alternative, and kawaii elements for an added cute-edgy flair ^_^

**Disclaimer: none of the CC included in this lookbook was created by me! I am simply compiling outfits that I put together in an organized lookbook format and sharing it as a way to help other Sims 4 users find cool custom content. If you are a creator who would like me to remove their item from a look for whatever reason, please let me know and I'll change it! I also customized the models' bodies and faces using various CC. If anyone is interested in the content I used for them, just ask!!**

-look 1: angelica-

clothes:

sweatshirt / shorts / socks / boots

accessories:

belt / choker / earrings / rings / purse / glove / belly ring / nails

-look 2: alex-

clothes:

top&bra / skirt / socks / boots

accessories:

earrings / left rings / right rings / gloves / necklace / left bracelet / right bracelets / nails

-look 3: candy-

clothes:

top / bra / skirt / socks / shoes

accessories:

necklace / nails / left ring 1 / left ring 2 / right ring / hair ties / belly piercing (i cannot for the life of me find the link for the earrings, but they're basically just bow shaped silver earrings! you can probably find similar ones if you look)

-look 4: jasmine-

clothes:

top / shorts / underwear / socks / sandals

accessories:

left&right rings / right ring / bracelets / necklace / nails / belly piercing

-look 5: minnie -

clothes:

top / pants / sandals&polish

accessories:

waist chain / belly piercing / choker / earrings / sunglasses / left ring / right rings / nails

[phoenix-eclipses]

Casting Love 0.10 - Hope That Helps <3

The walk to his place was quiet. You both end up in one of the fancier apartment buildings near campus, not one of the much less impressive dorm buildings you had assumed. The moment you guys entered the building, you sent your location to Hajime, promising you would inform him of the specific room once you both got to it.

Kenma kept walking to one of the elevators, swiping a card and in response an arrow above the elevator lit up. It didn't take long for the elevator to reach the main level and for the two of you to enter it. Kenma hit the 7 and then the close door button, which you silently laughed at.

"People like to jump in them without swiping their cards, it'd be easy for someone to get in." Kenma explained with a frown. Though, from his expression there was clearly more to it.

The elevator dinged, having arrived to the seventh floor. You both exited and turned right from the elevator. Kenma pulled out the card again and used it to unlock the apartment door. He held the door open for you before stepping in himself. Immediately, you notice a group of guys around your age huddled in the living room. They were whispering very loudly.

"Guys is that his partner???"

"I think so! Do you think they like volleyball???"

"We can hear you." Kenma rolls his eyes, closing the door loudly. The group scatters with a yelp. There was some awkward silence before one of the guys stands up and offers you his hand.

"Hi, I'm Kuroo."

You shake his hand with a smile and introduce yourself. Following his lead, the rest of the guys run over and introduce themselves.

"Hi!! My name is Bokuto! It's really nice to meet you!!"

His handshake was a little more intese than Kuroo's had been, but you smile. "Hi Bokuto, nice to meet you too."

"I'm Hinata Shoyo! Do you like volleyball?"

"Hello Hinata! I don't really know much about volleyball, but I think it's interesting."

"Akaashi. You had Mr. Fukuzawa last semester, right?"

"I did! Nice to see you again."

"Kageyama Tobio. If you want to know more about volleyball I can tell you more than Hinata."

Before you could even respond, Hinata launches himself at Kageyama. The rest of the group didn't even react, showing this was normal.

"It's nice to meet you all! I hope I'm not intruding at all with your guys' time."

"Not at all, you're alright." Kuroo waves you off while casually prying Hinata off of Kageyama. "Kenma mentioned you wanted to use us as a way to see how your website is going, so whenever you need us just let us know."

"Okay, thank you!" You bowed before turning to Kenma who already grabbed out his laptop and put it on the counter.

"Give me your laptop, I'll sign you into the Wi-Fi." He held his hand out. You scrambled to get your laptop out of your bag before opening it, signing in, and handing it over to him. Kenma said nothing else as he signed you into their Wi-Fi and then slid it to where you were standing.

"Do you have any ideas of what you want to make our business about?" You asked, sitting down.

"...I have one idea, but you can say no."

"Go ahead!"

"How about items that can help those who haven't met their soulmates? Like... specific products proven to cover up marks, I know some places don't like having people with very visible marks work. And I know sometimes foundation doesn't work for people. Or, colored lenses with those who are color blind with their soulmate link."

"That could be cool! I also think it'd be cute where if when they find their soulmate they could get a little care package since they won't need the products anymore." you added while opening up a website maker.

"I don't know how well that'd work for an actual business..." Kenma muttered off. You simply shrugged.

"Are there any colors you wanna use?"

"...I like orange."

"Orange is nice! I think it'd also be nice to use maybe red and yellow? So it's kind of like a sunrise? Like they're rising into living even if before they felt like all they needed to do was find their soulmate?"

Kenma gave a small nod. You smiled.

"Then let's get started!"

You guys spent a little over three hours working on the website, with occasional breaks to get feedback from Kenma's friends who happily did so.

Despite having finished with what you guys wanted to do so far, they invited you to stay to eat dinner with them since your original cafe plans had been ruined. It was around 8 pm when you decided it was time to leave.

"Thank you again for the dinner. I'll see you tomorrow in class. Make sure to let me know if you think of anything to add to the website!"

"Okay, see you then."

0.9 -- Masterlist -- 0.11

Notes

I wasn't sure how much apartment time I wanted to give, but decided that I had written enough so that's all you get <3

Hinata and Kageyama totally tried sharing as much volleyball info they could to try and prove who was better and when YN left, asked for them to pick who did it better and to be nice they said it was a tie (Hinata cried)

We ignore how long this took

Also Iwa had been asking for several updates while they were gone and had a timer set each time in case the response took too long and he was just gonna go there

Also also, to get in without someone who owns the apartment they literally just have to be like yo I'm besties with someone who lives here and say which room and the name of the person and the worker let's them in

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[xoxo-susu]

The ultimate guide to being coquette as a hijabi girlie

Being a coquette hijabi is so hard because so many of the key motifs (mini skirts/more revealing clothing, the literal meaning of the word, for example) go against what we believe in. But it's not impossible. So here are my personal favorite ways to be a coquette girlie without compromising my faith! (p.s thank you to @augusttheicedcoffeeaddict for reminding me to post this hehe ily)

Also!!! No hate to the coquette girlies who do wear mini skirts etc.

The white maxi skirt  🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Mini skirts are a staple in so many coquette outfits and so many people will try to make you think maxi skirts aren't cute but they're just haters. A cute sweater + a pleated or tiered white maxi skirt + some crafty layering has been such a lifesaving formula for me. Blouses work great for this too. And the things you can put on top of a white maxi skirt are endless. Pretty blouses, mini dresses, sweaters, sweatshirts, even cute tshirts with long sleeved shirts underneath. Same goes for denim skirts. I'm looking for one right now and I can't find any I like, but once I do I'll be unstoppable.

Bowssss 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Bows. Bows are THE coquette accessory. And, thank god, you don't have to wear a mini skirt to wear bows!

Put them on literally everything. If you want to put them on your hijab, you can use a safety pin to put it on the back of your head, or you could do what I usually do, which is put them in my hijab pins. Depending on the size you can make it as subtle as you want. I have a pinterest tutorial here. (The pic on the left is me!)

Heart shaped sunglasses 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Another coquette/vintage americana staple you can wear!

Berets 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Same thing!

Fuzzy white earmuffs 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

These are SOSOSO perfect for winter. (pic on the left is me again heh)

At home 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

So far, this has all been stuff just in the context of going out in public. At home, I highly recommend doing you hair in a coquette way and wearing things you can only have on in front of family. It's such a confidence booster. It's a bit of effort but it's so so worth it!

Her bedroom is the window into the girl's soul 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

The coquette aesthetic is way more than just the clothes and hair. So if you really want to feel coquette, try and make your room as coquette as possible. Put up some coquette posters on your wall. A lot of coquette posters are haramcore and some people don't like putting up faces on their wall, so here are some really cute pics for inspo :3

What's in your bag? 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Purses can make or break a good outfit. My biggest tip is to match them to your hijab. It pulls it all together. The last thing you want is for your hijab to feel like it's clashing with the rest of the outfit.

What's inside is important too! Inner beauty isn't just for living things. Keep whatever essentials you already have, plus lipgloss, a compact mirror bc no one's out here trying to have a bad hijab day, and a little bit of ribbon. Trust me about the ribbon.

Shoes!!! 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Please don't wear a super cute coquette outfit and then wear tennis shoes. Just don't. Mary janes, Doc M's, and ballet flats are all really good choices.

Ik I probably sound like I'm obsessing over tiny things, but you kinda have to bc when you're breaking the mold every little thing matters.

Lastly <3 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Last but not least, do not ever ever let people make fun of you. If you're a hijabi coquette girlie, you probably have some form of a muslim community, and they probably won't dress in your style. That was my case, and when I first started wearing mary janes and lace gloves I got SO made fun of. Not from the adults, but from my friends. One girl called my mary janes dorky and said they annoyed her every time she saw them. I think she expected me to laugh, but you just have to keep a straight face and say to their face that you thought that was rude. She never called me dorky again 🤷‍♀️

Take this post as a reminder that you can stay true to your faith while looking fabulous. If you have any questions pls pls feel free to ask anything. Ily all honeys, bye ♡

[forgeofthenine]

would you write something for zevlor where him and his refugees make it to baldurs gate where they are not welcomed very nicely (word spread from elturel) and the daughter/niece of one of the dukes of the council of four steps in and gives them a warm welcome <3 congratulations on third place! it mustve been a great experience <3

Hi, here's just a lil fic. This was a cute idea for a fic and definitely gave me some things to think about while writing it. Thank you for the congratulations too :)

I would like to warn people that the reader in this is referred to as 'my lady' and a grand niece, but not otherwise gendered.

A Wyrms Crossing welcome

The rush of cold sea air meets your face as soon as you left the Elf Song, chilled wind rolling off the ocean and into the city in waves. Your fingers come to press against your temple as you step down the cobbled street, a headache having settled as soon as you stepped foot in that damned room. Hours of useless flaming fist questions didn't help. The crowds are bustling around you, children hawking papers and grifters putting on false magic shows that you easily ignore.

There's much on your mind, and yet you don't have the energy for any of it. The sun is too bright and the noises surrounding you too loud to let you focus. Thoughts swarm in your head as you let your feet lead you well away from a tavern you'd be happy never seeing again. It's only when you raise your head to gaze at Gortashs steel watchers that you realise you've trekked all the way across the city to a checkpoint, flooded with people and giant metal monstrosities.

A swarm of tieflings all stand at attention at the gates, just over a half dozen when you count the children too. There's one in particular that's stands out amongst them, arguing with the checkpoint guard despite the shaking in his hands. Shaking, that constant tremor, it's reminds you of her. Pushing the thought from your head you step forwards, the clack of your heels ringing out against the cobblestone streets. The guard turns from the tiefling then, dropping into a small bow at the mere sight of your approach, a polite "My lady" leaving his lips.

"At ease, guard. Might I find out why a half dozen tieflings are standing here debating with you?" Your eyebrow arches, trying to read the light nervousness on the guards face. He looks between you and the refugees for a moment, likely not seeing how the one he was arguing with perked up at your presence.

"The crossing is closed, my Lady. We aren't to let anyone through on Duke Gortashs orders, especially not without the assent of the steel watch-" He stops his pitiful explanation at a wave of your hand, watching intently as you now look to the refugees. They have deep, tired eyes, the lot of them are covered in bandages and rags for clothes. You wouldn't be surprised if they were all skin and bone under the dirty cloth.

"Never mind the watch, or the closed checkpoint." Your voice is clear as you turn back to the guard. "If Gortash has issue then he can take it up with me. The tieflings have permission to enter the city, by the authority of the Stelmane family." They all perk up when you mention 'permission', looking hopefull as you order the gate open for them. The guards give another bow before, reluctantly, opening the gate for the motley group.

The metal gives its own low groan of resistance before the gates finally swing open, revealing the packed dingy streets of Wyrms Crossing. Turning back to the group of refugees, you give them a small smile, waving them forwards and further into the city. "There's another checkpoint at the end of the crossing, I'll warn them to let you through."

You hear the chorus of assorted thank yous as the tieflings move further into the city, all of them smiling now that hope is back within reach. Soon, only the seeming leader of them hangs back with you, watching as the others excitedly sprawl across the streets. He clears his throat, looks down at his subtly shaking hands, and then turns back to you. "Thank you, on behalf of all of us. I quite honestly was wondering if this was where our journey would end."

The man's voice is low, gravely, and it sets a shiver running down your spine. Looking into his eyes again, suddenly he doesn't remind you so much of your great Aunt. Honestly, most of your thoughts don't matter anymore. "It's only the right thing to do, the group has children, and you look worse for wear." You motion to his shaking hands as he chuckles, obviously aware of the fact he looks quite hard done by. "Let me escort you into the city, I know some people who might be able to help with that." The offer is sweet, but said with a light tone of authority in your voice.

He bows his head lightly, responding in that same steady voice that instantly captures your attention. "It'd be a pleasure, my lady." He smiles, hesitating a moment before politely offering an arm. "And in the future I will do what I can to repay this kindness." He finishes, his arm firm around yours as you link them together, the light tremour still felt in his hand.

You know it will all draw attention, the grand niece of Duke Stelmane waltzing through the city with a tiefling refugee, but despite not knowing his name he's still the first person to make you feel alive since your aunt's death.

[sugar-omi]

Could you please write more about bottom/sub baxter? That moment in the epilogue where he sits in the mc lap lives in my head rent free, I just want to make him feel loved and special!

of course!! im glad someone else has bottom/sub baxter on the brain i thought i was alone</3 also same!!! he had such babygirl energy sitting in mc's lap, i wanted to jus treat him like a prince n love him to the moon n back hes so CUTE

tags : NSFW, headcanons/imagines, buttom/sub baxter, a bit of power bottom baxter, (service) dom/top reader, ok for masc/fem/nb readers, some hcs where reader has a cock or strap, bondage, rope bunny baxter <3,

synopsis : bottom/sub baxter hc's

baxter tries to take the lead, when you have sex the first time

like he'll try to be a power bottom (which he is some days, he likes dominating you in this way if you only top)

while we're still on the topic of power bottom baxter...

its so much fun to break him dom attitude <3

he's on top of you, maybe he's already sat on your cock/strap and he's too busy running his pretty mouth to remember that you can still move your legs even if your wrists are immobilized

so when you thrust up, your cock/strap hitting his prostate, he can help but go "oh-!" and his face is a mix of surprise and quickly found pleasure

the blush on his face is so cute too

and it spreads down to his chest/shoulders, his body gleaming with a layer of sweat and he pants so cutely, his tongue is pushing at his bottom lip

oh and when he begs so sweetly for you to continue, for more

well who can deny such a babe?

baxter is deathly pale, sometimes painfully-so when you're tryna enjoy the outdoors

but when he's laid out? and you can see all his beauty marks, well it's not your fault if he has to put foundation on his neck to hide the hickey

you better help him paint his mole back, otherwise it will be your fault n you're in for a punishment <3

although, after the first time, you come to the agreement that you can mark up the one on his inner thigh instead

which is a happy mistake, because instead of bruise up that lovely spot on his neck, you mark up his inner thighs

ever since his thighs hardly ever don't have hickies on them.

and while you're down there, you're always taking care of him in some other way as well

your fingers stretching him open, teasing a sensitive spot inside his ass and you're pumping them so slowly its an awful tease but he loves it

or stroking his cock, toying with his weeping head and occasionally leaving his thighs to tremble n shake while you take him down your throat, holding his hands while he bucks up into the warm heat

he's definitely a rope bunny too

mmm, i was gonna say he has typical bondage rope, but i think he's more likely to use ribbons than rope

the rope is a treat <3

definitely has fuzzy handcuffs, he's too tender for anything else, poor baby will bruise easy and well, that would be unprofessional

anyway

for your birthday, anniversary valentines day, etc. you'll come home and find your precious boyfriend laid across the bed, petals on top of the fluffy sheets and there he is, silky black ribbon tied around his torso in a delicious way, polished off by ending in a pretty bow around his neck...

and i can't forget black lingerie, stocks held up by a garter belt and lace briefs that do nothing to hide his package

mmm, now i wonder if he'd pick a crotchless one for extra oomf, so when you finally turn him around or go to grab his ass, you find a heart shaped cut out..

of course you always take care of baxter, you want him to feel loved n you'll do anything for him

now I'll definitely have to write smth separate but until then...

imagine having baxter spread out on your cock/strap, and he's shaking, flushed and panting but still wanting more as if you hadn't pulled a well earned orgasm of him just moments ago when you edged him, and as if you hadn't made him cum this morning before work and when you met for lunch

sweet boy is a bit overstimulated but it's so good

so while you're lazily thrusting, baxter pulls you in for a kiss after he whispers the breathy request

oh yeah I'm definitely gonna have to come back to this

[m-jelly]

HELLO SWEETIE PIE <3 can I request bunny fem reader x wolf grumpy Levi? Like he’s always so stoic and growling at anyone but he’s so overprotective and in love with us in a “I hate everyone but you” way 🥺💕💕

thank u if u do <3 ilysm

@ladycheesington <3

The big bad wolf has a heart

Pairing: Wolf!Levi x Bunny!Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, pack mentions, being a couple, hybrids, cute, fluffy.

Concept: Levi helps Erwin with the pack and gang they lead. While working he's rather grumpy and seems on edge. People think something is wrong with him and soon find out that it's because he's missing you. As soon as you turn up with treats, Levi perks up and is very happy.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

Levi snarled as he started to get irritated. He slammed his fist on the table. "Enough." He massaged one of his black fluffy ears. "Would you just listen to your pack leader Erwin?"

The weak wolf man bowed. "Y-yes, s-sorry!"

Levi groaned. "I don't understand why you are struggling so much to follow orders."

"I'll do better."

Levi glared at him. "You better." He stood up and snarled. "If you don't, I'll rip an ear out! Now, get out."

"Yes, sir!"

Erwin watched the weak wolf man run away. "You threaten him?"

Levi ruffled his hair. "He's a fucking idiot."

"He is, but you didn't need to threaten him."

Levi growled. "We need to crack down on them all. If we don't, we could lose respect."

Erwin smiled. "You're right and I stand by you. You've done so much for me and my pack. You're an incredible wolf."

"I feel like there is a, however."

Erwin walked over to Levi. "You look like something is bothering you. You've been really cranky today."

Levi sat back and groaned. "I'm on a new suppressant to tame my ruts. It's safer for bunnies and it's messing with me. I'm a bit irritable and I just want my bunny."

Erwin smiled. "You'll see her soon."

"I hope so." Levi sighed. "I just need to hug her. It'll tame me."

"I miss my mate too. My sweet kitten is at home away from me. I crave to be with her, but we have work to do."

Levi flopped on his desk. "Mm."

Erwin checked his watch. "Lunch. Some food might perk you up."

Levi flinched and sat up with his ears twitching. His tail started to wag. "She's here!"

Erwin looked to the office door. "You sense her?"

"My mate!" Levi launched over his desk and ran out into the base to see you holding a basket and talking to someone. "Bunny!"

You turned and smiled brightly at Levi. "Hey, my handsome wolf."

Levi tackled you into a hug as his black tail wagged fast. "Bunny."

"How are you, my handsome mate?"

"Cranky."

You kissed him and giggled when he smiled. "New suppressants still messing with you?"

He nodded. "Yes, but it's for a good reason." He nuzzled against you. "It's all for you."

"Thank you."

"Hey!" A young wolf hurried over. "You're Levi's mate?"

Levi turned and growled at the young wolf and made sure his canines were showing. "Back off."

You put your basket down and rubbed Levi's chest. "Calm wolfie."

Levi looked down at you and wagged his tail. "Bunny."

You giggled as he chomped on your bunny ear. "I am his mate, yes. Sorry, he's really protective of me."

Levi tugged on your ear before nuzzling you. "Mm, mine."

"I made you lunch. You want to go eat it in your office?"

Levi grabbed the basket and held your hand. "Come." He pulled you along with a happy smile. "We'll cuddle too."

"Yes."

As you both walked by, people were shocked to see the grumpy wolf they knew well was smiling and happy. They were wondering what was special about you. They wanted to know how a little bunny lady managed to tame the grumpy and strong wolf, Levi Ackerman.

Levi slammed his door shut and turned to you. "Just you and me."

You sat down on his sofa. "I hope you like the lunch I made."

"I love everything you make."

He opened up the basket on the table and felt himself drooling at the delicious meat dishes you'd made. "So good." Levi dove into your arms and kissed you over and over. "You're the best. I love you so much."

"Love you too, Levi."

[laurencher]

Dosia 3, 6, 7 (as in, other children younger than him), 9, 12, 17, 18, 26, 28, 29, 30, 32, 33, 34, 42, 44, 49 teeheeee

Thanks for the asks @dullard, here you are!

3. Dosia is a very optimistic young man who always tries to look at the world in a positive way and not to give up. He keeps repeating the same thought: "I have no right to say that my life is terrible. I have a roof over my head, loved ones who care about me and goals for the future. Why should I be unhappy. Life is beautiful!" However, Dosia is unable to express his emotions normally. He is used to hiding all his insecurities, fears and pain behind a wide smile, he finds it hard to openly express his emotions even in the presence of his own owl mom/big sister. It's easier for him to accumulate it all inside until his guts are shattered.

6. His...huge... EARS. Sometimes he wishes he could get rid of them. He hates it when someone pulls on his ears, it's a very sensitive body part.

7. To be honest... Dosia is very afraid of children. He doesn't have hatred for them, but he feels like a fish out of water around them. But he would never hurt a child.

9. Fear of death

12. When people judge him by his looks.

He is a small fluffy cute harmless ecaflip, yes yes yes yes, but don't be surprised if he abruptly claws at your neck or strikes you with all his mighty hind legs

15. He chews on his paw when he sleeps...and he is a sleepwalker. Ro (his owl guardian) has gotten used to what he sometimes does in this state. Sometimes it's very funny and sometimes it's pretty scary. But it has become a kind of habitual action.

17. I think it is his unbreakable optimism and hope for a bright future, despite all the hardships and problems

18. His owl guardian (mom, big sister) Fukuro. They keep each other alive.  They love each other very much, even though they are always bully each other (it's their thing, only the person who loves you the most can lovingly tell you: "Dosia, you're an ecaflip asshole" or "Ro, if you stay up all night again, I'll pull your feathers out and make earrings out of them GO TO SLEEP FOR FUCK'S SAKE").

26. Cheerfulness, goal-orientedness and cyclothymic disorder.

28. Anger. He is incapable of experiencing anger in the usual sense. Every time he encounters it, instead of irritation and aggression, he starts crying...and he hates to cry, but he can't do it any other way.

29. Ro, their new shared home (their small village and its inhabitants) and his book collection (he dreams of learning to write one day too)

30. His anxiety, insecurities and many fears. And also that he slept together with Ro in the same bed even after he stopped being a little bow meow

32. He doesn't want to think about it too much, it's painful memories for him (the death of his parents, wandering around the world looking for a new home). And it's never going to happen again anyway, right? Why think about it...

33. Friendliness, sociability, empathy

34. He constantly puts up with everything and tries to hide his problems (this brings discomfort not only to him, but also to his loved ones who worry about him). Dosia also gets jealous of his owl mom quite often and worries that others might hurt her. And...he has problems with personal hygiene (if he had a cat mom he could teach it properly, but his foster mom is an owl).

42. His looks, his high baby voice...and the fact that in his opinion he has become an disabling burden for Ro (he hates himself for it, seriously)

44. Fear... Fear of losing Ro. Fear that HIS life will end abruptly and Ro will have to live with it. Long story short, fear of death in any form.

49. He is proud that he is old enough to make his own life, to take care of himself and to be able to help Ro with whatever he can. Ro is the village chief and Dosia is happy to be her right-hand man.

*it's me after the end of writing this post*

[clancykisser]

I know this is a big ask but...for ALL your romantic fos, 🫂 - How does your F/O comfort you when you're upset? How would you comfort them?

@soulnottainted -grips my 20 f/os tightly- I AM TAKING THIS CHALLENGE KELS WE ARE RUNNING WITH IT

How does your F/O comfort you when you're upset? How would you comfort them?

CLANCY + TORCH - Clancy holds me in his arms and kisses my forehead, rocking me back and forth and humming a song in my ears so I can calm down. Torch would try to find me little trinkets around camp to cheer me up and just be at my side in solidarity.

I comfort them BOTH by providing a lot of physical touch/affection they're not used to having. It's reassuring for them to be able to keep me in their arms to stay grounded.

CLARK + BRUCE - Bruce buys me things he knows I like. My favorite meal, a cute little trinket of a show I'm into, or anything similar! He's bad at comforting but he'll at least try to cheer me up. Clark is a lot more 'we'll sit down and talk this out' because he values open communication and is kind of the messenger of our relationship. He likes to hear my feelings and talk it out so it seems less intimidating to me and I appreciate him for it!

I comfort Bruce with lots of hugs and I just let him shower me with kisses and hold me close on bad nights. Clark likes to go out with me to a coffee shop to distract us with positive memories instead. Kill it with Kindness and whatnot u//w//u

DANNY - Doesn't. Just makes fun of me and then tries to get me to forget about it by stabbing me or something. We don't TALK about our feelings we just make each other worse 😔

JAX - He'd tease me about what makes me upset/tries to make me laugh but if it fails he just gives up and sits at my side and begrudgingly is like 'if you...want to talk about something...i guess i'll listen.' (He does listen, though, and it helps <3)

Jax doesn't like it when I comfort him too much, but when we do its in private in one of our rooms, and he likes to hug me and let me play with his ears so he can feel safe.

HUGHIE - SO BAD SO AWKWARD but does his 100% best! Puts his whole Hugh-ussy into it!!! He just sits with me, rubs my back, and tries to say things that usually come out 10x worse but eventually gets there.

I try to help him talk things out when he's upset. He's very spazzy/impulsive so I usually ask him about things and help connect the dots as to WHY he's upset so we can figure stuff out.

GALINDA - My girl buys me new art supplies and books but doesn't read the labels or titles when she does she just shows up in my dorm one day with handfuls of pink wrapped presents like 'YOU WERE SAD SO I BOUGHT YOU THE ART ROOM'

I offer to go shopping and spend time with her when she's upset in return! I carry all of her bags and tell her how beautiful she looks in clothes that she tries on and float behind her like a lovesick puppy to fuel her ego ;//v//;

ELPHABA - A bit worse than Galinda, especially when my s/i for her is more quiet/reserved. I think she'd give me head pets tho :3

For her I would find her poppies and build a beautiful boquet for her with colors representing different meanings of flower and offer them to her in a cute black parchment paper with green bow

RAY - The only way he knows how to comfort me is if he offers to let me beat him for 5 minutes with a baseball bat this man doesn't know how to do feelings.

Same for the other way around. He's sad I'm still going to beat him with a baseball bat (me and ray have a very strange relationship)

DIRK - OH MY SWEET KING OF AVOIDING EMOTIONS he will listen to me talk about my problems ALL DAY and while he's not great at giving advice/sounding empathetic he really does try to listen and just let me get stuff out! Sometimes he builds little robots for me and sends them through time/space as little gifts with love letters telling me to keep on trucking.

If I can wiggle his emotions out of him though I usually go on video call with him if we're far away and just sit there quietly and parallel play w him. If we're in person, same thing but our shoulders are touching uwu

MICHAEL - He doesn't understand human emotions well, but if I am upset for whatever reason he doesn't necessarily HAVE an interest in it? He'll just try to find something new to cheer me up. Maybe even sit and watch my favorite movie with me!

He genuinley doesn't get upset I think and if he does its just a pout that I can pat away with my hand on his cheek hehe

SAM - Buys me my favorite gas station food on the road :3

I just f*ck him

DAMIAN - He makes bone necklaces for me out of my favorite types of teeth. Sometimes he engraves them with our names and hearts!

I spend time with him in his mortuary helping him label dead bodies sometimes and just spending time in the same room makes him happier when he's upest

ELEVEN - We go on an adventure to a planet he KNOWS I'll love and that will help me forget about what made me upset. He loves to surprise me with events or hobbies in time and space he knows I'll thrive in.

I make him fishfingers and custard and we eat it together while I let him infodump about his complaints about human history (he has a lot of them)

CHROLLO - 'You wanna go kill someone?' is his usually suggestion (it helps)

(I suggest the same thing)

ROSEMARY - My poor baby girl gets so nervous when she sees me upset :(. She offers to play board games with me while we put on some records and a fire and we just relax together.

She likes it when I let her cry on my shoulder and get her emotions out. I wrap her in my arms and let her cry while kissing her head.

LEONE + BRUNO - We all drink limoncello and go on a relaxing date at a little cafe somewhere in Italy! We don't like to stress about things so any upset any of us get we try to relax it off whenever we can and just remember that we're together and happy uwu

WRECKER - He's scoopin Rowin up in his big ol' arms and twirling him around like no tomorrow! Smothering him in kisses and making SURE he only focuses on how loved he is with his family!

Rowin in return gives Wrecker a lot of kisses and really pretty rocks he finds on random planets.

[elvendria]

NOTICING YOU - E.M x FEM READER Part One

summary:

-What are you doing to me y/n Henderson?- -I could ask you the same Eddie Munson-

y/n Henderson is Dustin's older sister. She's the shy, reserved bookworm you see around the hallowed halls of Hawkins High. She's a cynic. She's seen how those you love can treat you, and knows that true love and soulmates belong only in her books.

At least until a freaky metalhead who happens to be friends with her brother shows up more and more in the most convenient of places.

\\acquaintances - friends - lovers - enemies - lovers//

Ok so I just want to clarify a few things:

Although set in the time of season 4, music up to the current decade will be used, I just find it easier to know what songs to use when I'm not limited to specific timelines

There'll be referneces to songs however some of them may be listed as y/n writing them herself, but I'll put the original singer/songwriter at the end of the chapter

It'll start before the events of season 4, but will gradually move into that storyline over time

(I should also mention that in this fic, Eddie only repeated his senior year once, meaning there's only a year between them instead of two, and Steve hasn't graduated yet)

Ok. Let's jump in.

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

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TW: single mom/absentee dad, shy bookworm reader, fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

August 20th

The thought of walking across the school carpark for the first day of Senior Year felt like walking through the gates of hell. All I wanted to do was run somewhere until the end of the day, and then slowly crawl my way home.

I could barely find the will to get my legs to move out of my 1967 Volkswagen Beetle, my most prized possession. It felt like my legs were encased in cement as a cold sweat ran down my spine at the thought of having to face more than one person every day.

Dad had fixed Betsy before he left all those years ago, I thought it would be junk by now but it runs just like it did when he finished it up and took Dustbin and me out for a test drive. Sure she's bumpy in places, but nothings is ever perfect.

I looked out the driver's side window to a couple running and jumping into each other's arms, kissing all slobbery as if he'd just returned from war when in reality she saw him like two days ago. That, or he was away at camp this summer. And let's be real, he most definitely did not stay celibate for a month or 2 just because he was away from his girlfriend. Either way, she was overreacting and trying to put her claim on him in front of all the other girls in the parking lot.

"What a stupid thing to be doing in public, save it till you get home," I scoffed, but not loud enough for them to hear me, confrontation is not my forte. Running and hiding, now that's something I'm good at.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had someone to smooch on a Monday morning." Dustin teased from beside you, a grin spreading across his face.

I've always found my brother's smile to be infectious, even when I was in the worst mood possible.

"Alright Dustbin, you've convinced me. This year I'll have so many boyfriends I won't have time to be cynical. Your wish is my command." I feigned a bow towards him, knowing deep down inside, that he was just as nervous as I was.

"If I'm going to be going to high school, you need to stop calling me Dustbin. It was cute when you were 3, but we're grown now." Dustin huffed, crossing his arms and slumping in his seat.

"I don't know, you look like a little kid to me, I mean I could mix you into a batch of newbie middle schoolers and no one would be able to tell the difference. " I felt a swat at my arm, which further instigated my laughter.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a guy turn his head and look at the car, his hair falling below his shoulders. Our eyes met and he quickly turned and walked away, but it was too late.

Eddie Munson had just caught me laughing like a maniac with my brother.

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After a lot of self encouragement, and a bit of teasing from Dustin, I finally worked up the courage to get out of the car and start walking to the school doors, pleading with myself to turn around once or twice. Somehow I made it to my homeroom and my desk without knowing how, as if my feet had grown tired of the back and forth, the will she won't she, and just decided to move on their own.

Sitting down at the furthest corner of the room, I pulled my white knitted sweater around my arms, carefully listening to my favourite teacher in the whole school."

"Alright students," Ms Collins called out, I'm passing around your timetables now. I'd just like to remind everyone-"

"Sorry I'm late, hellfire club duties and all that, I would say it won't happen again but we both know you don't like liars, Ms C."

"Mr Munson please find your way to an available seat. There's one beside Ms Henderson."

Fuck.

"As I was saying, students will not be allowed to switch classes this semester." Light groans presented themselves around the classroom, and I wanted to join them when I saw my timetable,

Homeroom

Period 1: Biology

Period 2: English

Period 3: History

Period 4: Spanish

Lunch

Period 5: Math

Period 6: Music

Period 7: Chemistry

Period 8: Economics

"Who makes a person cut open a frog first thing in the morning?" I whispered to myself.

"I know right, there has to be some sort of law against it or something, it's disgusting," the deep voice from beside me whispered back. I couldn't move, I could barely breathe. I could feel his body heat beside me. 

Why did this have to be a two-person desk?

I've always found it difficult to talk to people, but I've found it especially difficult to talk to him ever since he was in the middle school talent show. Past friends have said it was a crush but I knew that wasn't true. Crushes were only for hopeless romantics and kids.

I hate myself for it, I don't want to seem like all those people who called him a freak.

But ever since Dad left I told myself I never wanted to get close to anyone, yet here I was, sitting thinking about the time I sat in the wings and watched him play with his band. His hair was really short then and he was skinny. Mom said he was all elbows with the way he was holding his guitar. But that didn't matter to me. Just to see him so involved in the music, it was almost like he'd forgotten everyone else could see him.

I swore that after I went out on the stage, played the piano and sang Hello, Hello by Elton John, I'd go backstage and talk to him. However, I was barely 5 words in when my vision went blurry and I was suddenly running off the stage. I remember running to a classroom-turned dressing room and curling up into a ball, completely and utterly embarrassed. I decided from then on that I wasn't going to speak to Eddie ever, I took it as a sign that I wasn't supposed to. So when he talked to me in homeroom, I felt my lips had been sewn shut and that I was rooted to my seat.

Once the bell rang, I jumped from my seat and practically sprinted out the door on my way to Biology, only realising along the way that Eddie might be in my class. I didn't see his timetable, but he agreed with me about biology, so there's always the possibility.

I sat down at the back of the biology class, tying my dark red hair into a ponytail when a girl sat down beside me. I was right about Eddie being in this class, but he sat in front of me with Steve Harrington, so it wasn't so bad. At least he couldn't directly see me unless he fully turned around, and he had no reason to do that.

The girl nudged me with her arm I turned to look at her as she gave a short, small wave.

"I figured we should introduce ourselves because if we don't then this lab partner business is going to get weird really fast because I don't think I would be able to call you buddy or gal for the whole semester, especially considering I hate using both of those words." She rambled on.

I usually don't make friends with people who could talk for hours, but something about this girl was different. Instead of freaking me out, her rambling made me want to chuckle along with her.

"Oh, you're laughing, thank god because I thought you were going to be one of those people who is all work and no talk and that would get irritating really fast." All you could do was smile back.

"I'm Robin by the way! Robin Buckley," She smiled gleefully.

"Y/n Henderson, a pleasure to meet you, Robin," I said back, returning her small wave from earlier.

"Wait, are you Dustin's sister?" Suddenly Steve Harrington was a part of this conversation, pulling me from the happy little bubble Robin had formed around our Biology desk.

I could see Eddie's head turn slightly and all I could manage was an "Uh hmmm" before Mr Wright came in and Robin told Steve to shut up and turn around.

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The day flew by, Robin invited me to sit with her at lunch, and although I would've loved to, my special place was calling to me.

Pushing throw a creaky old door near the end of the school, I made my way into the library. Sliding past the textbook section I found myself perusing the fiction aisle, looking for something to get lost in for an hour.

The smell of the old musty pages was like a personal high, and curling up in a beanbag in the far corner of the room was heavenly. I could relax. I'd missed it all summer, you couldn't relax in the public library during the summer, it doubled up as an arts and crafts centre for kids.

I was in the middle of reading something about a girl caught in a war between the underworld and the real world when the bell rang to signal lunch was over. Grabbing my stuff, I rushed out of the library and into someone, sending me backwards, my glasses flying from the top of my head, the price I pay for not putting them back on correctly.

"Oh, shit are you ok?"

No. No No No NO NO NO. This was not happening. I am not running into this man for the third time today.

Eddie bent down to get my glasses while I fumbled to put my books back in my bag, not daring to look him in the eye in case he could see right through me. His friends from Hellfire were there, snickering not so quietly to themselves.

As he handed them to me, I mumbled a "Thanks", before jumping to my feet despite his offer to help me up, and practically running down the hall as I heard the late bell ring. I had Mrs Mayer for Math and she doesn't take kindly to latecomers. I reached my desk before she got to the room, breathing out a sigh of relief as I slumped down in a chair in the back.

The rest of the school day went by in a blur, and before I knew it the bell rang to signal the end of the day. I rushed to my locker to grab the books that I'd need when Dustin and Mike walked up to me.

"You want a lift home, Mike?" I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

"Thanks, Y/n! Nancy's working after school with the school newspaper." Mike beamed at me.

"Y'know, there used to be a time when you smiled up at me, nowadays I have to crane my neck just to look at you. It's weird. Stop." I said, the three of us walking out to the car that sat like a glowing yellow sun at the back of the car park.

Even my car has to sit in the back.

"I can't help it, it's puberty or something," Mike laughed back.

"Yeah, well next time you feel like taking a growth spurt, let Dustbin do it instead, poor kid is tiny," I chuckled, feeling a sharp nudge in my side.

"I'll get you for that." Dustin retorted, playfully scowling at me.

Clambering into the car, I began to reverse out of my spot when I saw him about to get in his van, he raised a hand and gave a small wave. My knuckles went white from gripping the steering wheel, and instead of waving back, I drove out of the car park and didn't check the rearview until I was sure he wouldn't be in it.

It's just one year, and then it's over, I told myself mentally

"Oh was that Eddie? I was going to tell you, we joined Hellfire club, We might even become friends with him." Dustin cheerfully said.

Just one year.

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[blackjackkent]

:O Karlach also wants to talk in camp!

Hopefully this is a cute romance thing, but odds are strong that she's either a) going to tell us more about how she's going to die because the engine is burning up or b) going to rant about Gortash. Place your bets now, and the winner is....

"I've figured it out. Exactly what I want to do with you!"

...I'll be damned, it actually is a cute romance thing. ^_^

All of Hector's available response options here are excellent:

[snickers]

#3 is very, very tempting (especially since I am quite sure the two of them are fucking like rabbits on the regular whenever their campsite allows enough privacy), but Hector is a smidge too dignified still, tragically (and far too deep in the feels side of things). XD

And it's true, really - he would do anything she asked of him, in the end. And he's had a long day and that also seems to tend to make him sentimental.

He smiles slightly at her excitement as he walks over; coming to a halt a little in front of her, he inclines his head in a mock bow, one fist to his chest. "Your wish is my command," he murmurs.

She gives him a slow, almost shy smile and fidgets back and forth on the balls of her feet, her eyes glowing bright in the dimness. "I want to go on a date," she says firmly. Her shoulders are squared as if she's expecting a laugh, a disagreement, a dismissal, and is determined to push on anyway. "A first date. No weapons, no monsters, no mysterious voices. Just you and me and dinner."

She swallows and meets his eyes. He is astonished to see the level of nervousness there; one would think she was asking him to walk off a cliff. "Please say yes," she says earnestly.

Hector blinks at her a few times - he is thrown by this, not because it's something he doesn't want to hear, but because she seems so intense about it that he was fully expecting her to talk about something much less welcome. Then a smile spreads across his face.

Gods, I love you. Yes, of course I want to. Of course I want to spend time with you, be seen with you, experience the world with you... forget all of this for a while. Of course... and you need never fear I would say no...

"What did you have in mind?" he asks, smiling and reaching out to take her hand.

Her eyes brighten and her grin widens eagerly. The words come out faster, spilling over each other as they do when she's particularly excited. "There's a little spot I know in town. Out of the way, but the view of the city is incredible. Say you'll go. My treat!"

For a moment he thinks he can almost see the younger Karlach bleed through - 20 years old and still feeling like she could take on the world, at home in this city, knowing it like the back of her hand. And wanting to share it, this place that is hers, with him.

He tugs her hand to his lips and kisses her palm gently. "I'd love to go out with you," he says softly.

"Yes! Amazing!" Her smile splits her face from ear to ear; he's almost never seen her smile so wide, not since the first night they kissed at Last Light. "Put on your least bloody tunic and meet me back here."

She squirms from foot to foot, her hands flailing in all directions in her elation. "Eeee..." she squeaks. "I'm so excited!"

He finds himself grinning as well, unable to take his eyes off her. He could look at her in these moments of joy forever...

(A/N: I took a brief pause here to put Hector in the Solemnity outfit and have Karlach borrow Shadowheart's Opalescent outfit because OBVIOUSLY we're going to have them get dressed up for dinner. ^_^ EEEE this is so cute.)

"Give me a bit to run ahead. I want to make sure everything's absolutely perfect. See you there!"

(A/N: Look at his FUCKING smile, you guys. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I love them so much. [sob]

Date in next post. ^_^ )

[corvuscorona]

STATUS REPORT:

AFM sequel - had some fun w/ this one over the weekend. it's like:

[ ❚_❚__||||____|||❚||❚|❚|❚❚❚ ] ← it's this many done. p.s. why won't tumblr let me use red at all what ....... dude.

Long Thing - chunk 1 (small) and chunk 2 (medium-big) have a HEAVY-DUTY outline with almost no bullshit in it now. chunk 3 (BIG) might also have that; I just haven't actually manifested it into a document yet (ran out of sunday). chunk 4 (medium-big again) has the makings of Real Outlineability as well but it'll probably fight me more when I start actually trying to make it real. chunk 5 (medium?) is slowly orbiting closer and closer to me in my dreams. 6 (???) and 7 (small) are phantoms still; don't rush them. they're shy.

Highly E-Rated Thing - haven't worked on it because the 2 above projects are so Perfectly Balanced. it will choose its moment.

AFM chapter 5 - similarly it will choose its moment. for instance a moment when I am like way too full of beans & need something to put a lot of brain thoughts into.

I may not have anything specific to contribute to Jackstos June or most likely Jackstos July either but everyone else has been BRINGING IT so hey. *offers a gay little applause that pisses you off*.

next: I'm gonna talk to myself below the cut I'm thinking about THE PROCESS.

*elaborates on Long Fucking Thing some more because that's what I use like 3/4 of my brain for all the time now* it's interesting to see plot arcs shape up / to have a way to really consciously note "this part still might need This kind of thing," for reasons:

because both the story & the way I'm working on it are nonlinear, sometimes the note I'm making is "if you haven't established that Event A happened by this point, the scene that has to go here for thematic coherency reasons will not make. logical sense" (genuinely very funny thing to have to consider)

a LOT of the places where I currently have "uh think harder about this later" types of notes are like. have directly to do w/ Facts And Lore that are tangential to the story but critical to the worldbuilding (which REALLY makes them NOT tangential to the story. they're formative and important it's just that I have to Decide Them backwards to make sure they're forming the story elements in the direction I already want those to be going)

I'm realizing by thinking about the Process in this way that this is all very related to the Reasons the latter half of the fic is still pretty up in the air. It works like this okay bear with me:

I start with emotional beats I find compelling. Then I string together facts and events that make them important + create a compelling narrative arcs-and-themes-ways. Then I retroactively define the worldstate and LoreFacts based on "what would make this string of happenings happen in a way that isn't stupid". (I Am Currently Here). As the World Facts become more rigidly defined, I run into "things I should either address or change an existing Something to avoid addressing," and like this the places where there aren't currently things like "scenes" or "concrete events" gradually get filled in.

The concrete Things That Need To Happen in the final 3 chunks of this fic depend so heavily on the WORLDSTATE that it's been impossible to generate most of them up until now. I have to finish (~) defining Facts (based on the emotional beats I already know how I'll be covering in the first half of the story) before I can get my gay little fingers in there and start tying things into cute little bows. THIS MAKES A SHOCKING AMOUNT OF SENSE SOMEHOW I'M so used to writing smedium-length things where half the time I write the VERY end first because that's where ALL the emotional payoff lives.

NOT SO THIS TIME. THERE IS EMOTIONAL PAYOFF ALL OVER THE FIRST HALF OF THIS THING & it would probably be difficult and inadvisable to do a whole lot more with the second half before I make sure I know what shrimplications I'm shrimplying based on (checks my watch for some reason) like 3 entire Structural Plot Arcs of Gay BullShit. huh.

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

1) kid!Chase, Dashi and Dojo go buy some groceries for the temple

Dashi: Oh, would you look at that! It appears I have lost Chase in the crowd! Dojo: Yes, we should search for that kid! Chase, pushing one person away so the rest could see him: I'm standing right here, actually! Dashi: Damn, I can hear him but I can't see him in the midst of all these normally-sized people! Dojo: Erm, Dashi…. I advise you NOT Chase, anger evident on his face: Don't you dare finish that sentence Dashi, already wheezing: - because he's SO S H O R T! Chase: incoherent angry shrieking Dashi: Lol Dojo: facepalms

2) couple of years later, Guan is a new member of the team and THIS happens:

the team: loses Chase in the crowd Guan: That's unfortunate. Maybe I'll go up the hill and try to spot him from there? Dojo: Naah, no need. Dashi: yes! I got this~! Dashi: (softly) PST PST PSpspspspst Guan: ???????? Dojo: (tired sigh) Guan: … How was that supposed to- Chase: (pushes through the crowd) How dare you 'pspspst' at me IN PUBLIC?! Dashi: releases the dorky laugh he's been holding on Guan: I have no idea what happened and I'm too scared to ask. Dojo: Well, you don't have to. It's just… how they show affection, I guess. Also, Chase loves cats. Guan: Ah, that explains… a little bit. Dojo: nods

3) With time, Guan realizes he's fed up with Chase's obsession with cats but he knows how to turn it to his advantage.

Dojo: Oh no! We lost Chase again! Guan: Don't worry. I've got this. Dojo: You sure? Guan: Just look at all these cats laying around on the ground! Dojo: … What cats? I don't see any- Guan, louder: WOW, LOOK HOW ADORABLE THEY ARE! LYING AROUND AND SLEEPING. Dojo, getting the cue: Ah, right! They're so cute. Guan: What a pity Chase isn't here to appreciate their beauty. Dojo: yeah, he doesn't know what he's missing! the two of them hear distant quick footsteps. Guan, continuing: That would be a shame if someone picked them up and removed them, thus disturbing their sleep! (Guan pretends to get down on his knees so Chase could see it) Chase, ready to fight: PUT THEM DOWN! LET THEM SLEEP! And most importantly, SHOW ME THE CAT! Guan, chuckling: I'm afraid I can't fulfill any of your requests! Chase, surprised there are no cats: Where are the cats? Guan: There are no cats. I lied. Please forgive me but it was the only way to find you. Chase: … Well done, you manipulative piece of- Dojo: HEY HEY HEY! LANGUAGE!

Chase: .... I'm sorry, Dojo.

Chase, bowing to Guan: Please, never do that again.

Guan, bowing back: I promise!

[oracleofsecrets]

Playing Final Fantasy V

Part of the Quest to play all 16 FF games

Couldn't find a better image of a cover art type thing...

Hours logged: 41

Firsts

? And ! Emotion speech bubbles and other emotion sprites cute

Job system is back and better than ever!

Individualized job sprites for each character!!! Look at those cute outfits

Blue Mage >:3

Worsts

I forgorrrrrrr I think I was having too much fun to take detailed notes lol

Some ehhh gender and mild sexism (Faris is handled a lot better than I expected though)

General Impressions

Music is a big improvement! It wasn't Bad before but it's even better now

More graphical complexity, like a Title Screen sequence. The Opening story cutscene greatly improved and interesting (vs Scrolling Wall of Text). The post–final boss scene changes based on who was alive when you dealt the final blow

Character backstories were sprinkled throughout in fascinating ways, like for Faris and Garuf

Another Ancients are Super High Tech trope yessssss 

Warriors of Light (and dawn, fun connection)

Gilgamesh is hilarious. Ily bestie. Clearly inspired Papyrus Undertale. I'll see if I have some screenshots I can add later

GREAT fucked up final boss design. Classic jrpg 

Really loved this one! My fave so far 

Rating:

11/16, Pixel Remaster quality of life helps. Campy fun, story is p good, characters are more complex, flexibility of job classes is fun to play with

I've put job class mechanics below the break bc fjkdsfdls that started to get long bc of the specifics of it. Minmaxing types will Love the system though, I'll tell you that much

Mechanics

The job class system oooooggghh. Overall it's very flexible, and it encourages you to try different classes with basically few drawbacks since character stats aren’t static—you're not going to run into a problem of a certain character not being suited to Magic bc of a naturally low mag atk stat

You get more classes as you progress in the story (in batches of 3-4). And it's nice to have class options that aren't Gendered! Women aren't restricted to being healer/casters with men being the physical attackers

Certain classes have certain like ability skills inherently (eg Steal for thief, Black Magic spells for Black Mages), and there are more and/or stronger versions as you level up as that class. So like, leveling up as a Black Mage lets you use higher level Black Magic spells, for Ranger (fights with a bow) the highest-tier skill is being able to attack 4 times consecutively. They also learn "passive" skills that are useful outside of battle or aren't an in-battle command. Thief learns "detect passages" (lets you see hidden passages in walls), and Monk can learn HP +[10/20/30]%

You accumulate all these skills, and some can be used or equipped with certain other classes. Mostly importantly being Freelancer (no set skills) and Mimic (no set skills other than Mimic, and more slots to equip skills); with each, you keep the stat bonuses from other jobs you've mastered (learned all skills), with none of the negative stats modifiers from when you Equip that class

The options for job classes are interesting too, with some new ones like time mage (wasn't enticing at first except for the funny gnome hat with the outfit) and berserker (why would I want to waste ability points on this...). There's chemist, which lets you mix medicines and includes a skill where items heal twice as much

And Blue Mage >:3 which has a skill Learn, where if any character has that spell equipped, it unlocks certain Unique enemy spells/attacks if they're hit with them in battle (and you don't lose the battle). These spells are added to basically a Community Pool of blue magic—anyone who knows blue magic can use those spells even if they weren't the one who "learned" it by getting hit by it

The downside of Blue Magic is unless you consult a guide, there's little way of knowing which enemies or enemy attacks are learnable, and iirc some of them are really only learnable if you have another character as a Beastmaster with the skill Control (almost a status effect that lets you Choose a list of actions an enemy can take against which target, but Control "status" ends when an enemy is hit by a player. You can, however, make it target itself hehe)

Later game I take back what I said about time mage, since Meteor and Comet are categorized as Time Magic in this game (other games they're Black Magic)

[margle]

heyy fellow crj stan here!!! i saw her live in 2019 and she was fantastic. whats ur fave song? its kind of silly but feels right and tiny little bows are my faves haha. oh maybe also bucket.

heyyy! ive been a fan since around emotion but i still havent heard her live im so jealous

cool choices! i rarely listen to kiss and tug of war so i dont listen to the last two very often. but ive been playing dedicated on repeat lately. thank you so much for giving me an excuse to talk about crj <3

my faves from each album that i regularly listen to:

emotion:

i mostly listen to emotion in one go without any skips. as a result i dont really have a favourite. but ive been listening to never get to hold you a lot recently because it feels like a bridge between the emotion era and her newer work.

emotion side b:

cry. it's simultaneously melodramatic and earnest in a way that only carly can do.

dedicated:

i'll be your girl. i love this song soooo much. the kinda ska inspired instrumentals + the darker subject matter make this such a unique song in her discography.

everything he needs. i love it when she gets silly. fun!! again, one of the most distinctive things about crj is how earnest she always sounds. also, i love the original shelley duvall version.

dedicated side b:

fake mona lisa. this could be my favourite crj song. i love the theme and lyrics. i prefer songs with more abstract lyrics that kind of wash over you. this track fits the bill perfectly and also is really fun to analyse. it is too short though!

now i dont hate california after all. this is a polarising song but i personally love it. i like quite maximalist pop with lots of texture - the watery sound effects are so cute. i love the theme and lyrics - the idea of falling in love with a place because you become besotted with someone. it feels refreshing - learning to become uncynical.

(summer love and this is what they say are also great)

the loneliest time:

sideways. cuuuuuute. crj makes music to smile to. the sparkly instrumentation and lyrics would sound cheesy from another artist but crj just puts her heart into everything.

bends. dreamy and smooth. music to listen to on your bed in complete darkness. again, pretty and abstract lyrics. (though i dont like the "blue eyes" line because it kind of pulls me out of the song)

western wind. same reasons as the one above. but this time it's music to listen to in a summer field at night. also i love the motif of california in her music.

so nice. one of the rare times you can use "saccharine" as a compliment. i have to be in the right mood for this one but it's just so delightful.

(all three bonus tracks could make this list but i cant separate them)

the loveliest time:

shadow. this is one of her best songs. im in love with the lyrics. im in love with the instrumentation. if i could recommend anyone a crj song, it would probably be this one. thearchitectureofthisconnectionisyourreflectionisalwaysfollowingme...

kollage. crj makes music that feels like floating in the middle of a lake. i sound like a broken record but i just love the way she uses words. it feels so effortless. it doesnt feel like she has sat down and laboriously written them down - it feels like she is just speaking spontaneously. in a poetic but simple way. (Living with uncertainty like nothing really matters / Passed the future on my way to work / And found myself back in bed with you)

aeroplanes. this is like 3 songs in one. i like the off kilter beat.

weekend love. this song has a special place in my heart. i like the way the meaning of the song (about looking back at an affair), feels like it is looking back at the album and finding closure. it feels comfortingly mature (Got me so high but everybody comes down) (Alright, guess it was a past life / I haven't seen you around / But it's alright, I'm alright, ah / Soft light hits me on the high line / So go on fooling around / I'll be alright, I'm alright, ah)