#Mixed Reality (MR) Development

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Are you confused about the differences between Augmented Reality (AR), Virtual Reality (VR), and Mixed Reality (MR)? You’re not alone! These terms are often used interchangeably, but they represent distinct technologies that are shaping the way we interact with the world around us. At Simulanis Solutions, we’re excited to break it down for you!

[taeu7]

"Hello Mr. Lover !"

Mingyu x Reader ❤️

Summary: Y/N is a staff member who has quietly developed a crush on Mingyu, the idol she works with. As they go about their daily tasks, they both steal glances and share unspoken moments. The twist? Mingyu has a crush on Y/N too.

The spring breeze gently wafted through the open door, carrying with it the sweet scent of cherry blossoms. Y/N, a diligent staff member for Seventeen, found herself alone for a brief respite amidst the hectic schedule. The scenery outside was a painter’s dream, a canvas awash with the soft pastels of spring. Trees adorned in their floral finery swayed softly, as if they were swaying to the rhythm of a Seventeen ballad.

Inside, Y/N stood near the video equipment, her eyes momentarily lifted from the screens and lights to gaze upon the natural splendor. It was a rare moment of tranquility in the whirlwind of her day-to-day responsibilities. With a soft smile, she pulled out her phone, seeking a brief escape. Her thumb scrolled through the endless feed until a particular video caught her attention—a compilation of cats doing the most adorably absurd antics. A giggle escaped her lips, a sound as light and carefree as the petals that danced on the wind outside.

The air was still, charged with an unspoken anticipation. Y/N’s laughter had barely faded when she felt a presence behind her, a shadow looming over the light of the spring day. It was Mingyu, his tall frame eclipsing the sunlight as he leaned against the window, arms encircling her in a protective embrace.

His voice, a soft whisper that tickled her ear, broke the silence. “It’s cute,” he said, his breath warm against her skin. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, surprise etching her features as she turned to face him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of them, too close, too real.

The digital watch on Y/N’s wrist came to life, its beeping a testament to her racing heart—a melody to which only Mingyu was privy. He smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. So, you love cats?” Mingyu’s voice was gentle, a soft rumble that resonated with Y/N’s quickened pulse.

“Yes, I love them. I even have two,” Y/N managed to reply, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Wow,” Mingyu’s response was simple, but it held a world of wonder. Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper, “Let me show you the picture…” She retrieved her phone, her fingers swiping to her gallery where the cherished images of her feline friends resided.

Mingyu’s curiosity drew him closer, his lean frame bending towards Y/N’s. As he did, their shoulders brushed against each other, a touch as fleeting as the sakura petals that fell outside. It was an innocent contact, but it sent a wave of warmth through Y/N’s body, her heart fluttering like the wings of a captured bird. In the quiet room, the air was thick with unspoken words as Y/N and Mingyu locked eyes, each gaze holding a world of silent conversations. The moment stretched on, a delicate balance between what was said and what was felt.

Suddenly, the spell was broken by the arrival of DK, his voice slicing through the tension like a gentle breeze. “Brother, everyone is waiting for you. The shoot will resume in 10 minutes,” he announced, oblivious to the charged atmosphere he had just interrupted.

Mingyu nodded, the spell of the moment dissipating as reality beckoned. “Okay, coming,” he replied, his voice steady but his eyes lingering on Y/N for a fraction longer than necessary. Before he turned to leave, Mingyu reached out, his hand gently patting Y/N’s head in a gesture that was both comforting and familiar. “Let’s meet later,” he said, a promise hanging in the air between them.

As Mingyu followed DK out of the room, Y/N was left with the warmth of his touch still lingering on her scalp, a silent vow that they would indeed meet again. The beeping of her watch had ceased, but her heart continued to echo the sentiment of that simple touch, a reminder of the fleeting connection they shared. Y/N stood motionless for a moment, her fingertips pressed against her cheeks which still tingled from Mingyu’s touch. Her mind raced with questions, her heart aflutter with emotions she couldn’t quite name. “What’s happening to me?” she whispered to herself, the words barely audible. The thought of harboring feelings for Mingyu sent a jolt through her, a mix of fear and excitement. “Do I like Mingyu? No, no, I can’t…” " Do i ???? No, Y/n don't think about it now " hushhhhh

With a determined shake of her head, Y/N pushed those thoughts aside. She couldn’t afford to let her personal feelings interfere with her professionalism. Taking a deep breath, she turned on her heels and made her way back to the shooting area, her steps steady but her heart still unsteady. Mingyu stood with the other members, his gaze occasionally drifting towards Y/N, who was busy with her duties. The set was alive with activity, but his attention was anchored elsewhere.

Jeonghan, with a sly grin, leaned in close to Mingyu, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “So, that’s the girl you have a crush on?”

Mingyu’s eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and amusement, a silent chuckle in his throat. He gave a small nod, his eyes never leaving Y/N. “Yeah, that’s her,” that' the girl i like "

(shooting continue....!)

*Around 7 pm*

The set was quieting down as the members of Seventeen began their journey home. Mingyu’s eyes caught Y/N in a moment of struggle, her arms laden with a cumbersome box.

Mingyu: (with a warm smile) “Here, let me help you with that.”

Y/N: (attempting to maintain her composure) “Oh, I can manage, really.”

But Mingyu was already by her side, easing the weight from her grasp and placing the box carefully in its rightful spot.

Y/N: (her heart touched by his kindness) “Thank you, Mingyu. That was very thoughtful.”

Mingyu: (shaking his head lightly) “No worries. Are you not leaving yet?”

Y/N: “I will, shortly.”

Mingyu: (glancing out at the darkening sky) “It’s late. I could drop you off, if you’d like?”

Y/N: (a bit startled) “Huh? Oh, no, I was going to take the bus.” Mingyu: (with a gentle insistence) “Please, let me drive you. It’s no trouble at all.”

After a brief hesitation, Y/N’s eyes met Mingyu’s, and she found herself nodding in agreement, her heart fluttering with unspoken feelings.

Y/N: “Alright, that would be really nice of you.”

Mingyu’s heart raced a little faster as he opened the car door for Y/N, his actions smoother than he felt inside. Y/N’s cheeks warmed at the gesture, her heart doing a little dance as she settled into the passenger seat.

As they drove, Y/N couldn’t help but steal glances at Mingyu. The city lights played across his features, casting him in a soft, ethereal glow that made her heart skip. She wondered if he could hear the loud thumping of her heart.

The silence in the car was a comfortable blanket, wrapping around them until Mingyu’s voice cut through, gentle and tentative.

Mingyu: “Today was quite the day, huh?”

Y/N: (nodding) “Yes, but it’s a relief that we finished everything. And now, the weekend.”

Mingyu: “Any plans?”

Y/N: (with a light laugh) “Eat, sleep, and repeat. What about you?”

Their laughter mingled, a sweet symphony in the confined space of the car.

Mingyu: (scratching his head, a shy smile on his lips) “Well, um… I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch with me tomorrow?”

Y/N: (her heart fluttering) “Me?”

Mingyu: (with a teasing glint in his eyes) “Unless you see someone else here?”

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing with the possibilities this lunch could mean.

Y/N: “Okay, cool.”

Mingyu: “I’ll pick you up at 11 then?”

Y/N: “Sounds good. Oh, and take the next right here…”

Mingyu: “Alright.”

They arrived at Y/N’s place sooner than she wished.

Y/N: “This is me. Thank you, Mingyu, for everything.”

As she stepped out, their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, both hearts pounding with the promise of tomorrow.

Mingyu: “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Y/N: (barely above a whisper) “Tomorrow.”

(to be continued....... ! )

Part 2

Author Note

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Relaxation & Revelations

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Warning- age gap/taboo relationship

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Previous part

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Y/N liked playing house with Harry.

It was a real problem, actually.

Her own apartment rarely saw her as she had been spending a lot of her time with her lover at his large, fancy and now mostly empty house. Y/N had helped Lia move in with her girlfriend, albeit a little bit fast in her opinion, she wasn’t one to judge. She was quite literally banging her father. All she could do was be supportive.

It was a weird mixed feeling in her chest. On one hand, she saw how fucked up it was. How she was betraying her trust, how she understood how it would disturb her if she had done the same- though no offense to her own, but she was safe in that aspect. It was not the best person to choose to fuck around with, but this aspect may be worse.

Falling in love with your best friend’s father is arguably worse.

Y/N knew it was going to blow up in her face at some point, but ever the optimist, she had decided to try and look at the positives and understand that whenever it came out, she would need to deal with the repercussions like an adult. Take whatever reaction there was and deal with it. It would be valid, regardless.

One of the mixed things was that Lia had caught on  about Harry seeing someone. She had wrinkled her nose and told Y/N that she had seen scratch marks on his back with no way he could cause them when she’d went to swim, that he had a hickey (that she had no idea Y/N had sucked onto his skin), and he had been noticeably happier. She had talked about how miserable he had been after the divorce, how for years he had hovered a bit because Lia had been his one focus, but she as glad that he was giving her space to breathe as an adult who was now out of college and supporting from a healthy distance.

“Y’know, I’m just happy he’s smiling again. He was whistling last time I came into his home office, ordering flowers. It’s gross because he’s my dad but cute because he deserves a second chance at love. Just like you!”

Y/N had felt both happy and guilty after that conversation.

Since moving out, Y/N had a steady drawer building in his closet. Her hair ties in a drawer in his bathroom. His room was their safe space considering Harry had built boundaries with Lia about it being his personal space when she got older, needing a room that wasn’t overrun with her stuff and a private place to breathe- just as he promised to stay out of her room. Y/N was free to lounge about his room without a care, use his giant marble bathroom to bathe and giggle with her bath bombs while Harry finished up work calls.

It was a nice little housewife roleplay. One Y/N realized could potentially be a reality if she played her cards right. Harry seemed to be just as into her, but she was still worried. He spoiled the shit out of her with his affection and newly, gifts, but she was always watching to make sure she didn’t overstep.

At some point they needed to have the dreaded ‘what are we’ talk, but right now? She really couldn’t risk messing it up. She was too happy, too comfortable with their slowly developing dynamic.

Sitting in the jacuzzi tub, the bubbles moved about as the jets massaged her back, a book in her hand as she enjoyed her bath. Harry’s bathroom was stupidly gorgeous. It had exquisite white and gray marble walls and floor, adding a touch of elegance to the room. The tub was surrounded by marble steps leading up to it, making getting in and out of the tub easy and safe, the depth of the tub something she hadn’t seen before.

The bathroom also had separate Mr & Missus sinks, each with their own marble countertops and elegant faucets. The Mr sink held a darker marble countertop, while the Missus sink had a lighter, veiny marble countertop. The sink was separated by a wide vanity mirror with those circular light bulbs to give the best possible lighting- though it was a tiny bit unforgiving, she could admit. No one needed to see pores that well. Underneath the vanities included cabinets and shelves for towels and other bathroom essentials- built in, Harry had provided. Made just for this particular bathroom, the black paint shiny and unscuffed.

The bathroom’s large shower with frosted glass entry doors also had a built-in bench. She could sit in the fucking shower! And… do other things. Harry liked that part and had shown her just how useful it could be.The space was complete with touches like gold-accented fixtures, eucalyptus hanging from the shower, monogrammed plushy white towels that probably cost more than her entire room at home, and a cozy, fluffy bathrobe hanging on the door- and he had sneakily brought one for her, too. The thought made her flustered. Harry was a very detail oriented person, and the things he could remember were slightly unsettling. He’d remembered her brand of face wash after seeing it once. One time!

Relaxing here had been a welcome part to her day after her shift. Being on her feet hadn’t done her well today, especially after being berated by entitled customers who thought that the prices were too high- as if Y/N herself made them. Being able to come here and crumble into Harry’s arms, have him wipe her pouty tears and promise her a meal after he finished his work for the day had made it significantly better.

“What’s the pretty girl reading?”

Y/N jumped, almost dropping the book into the foamy water as her heart pounded in her chest. She had been distracted and lost in thought, not hearing him enter in the slightest. “Fuck! You scared the shit out of me.” She squeaked, placing the narrowly saved book down on one of the steps outside the tub, her hand resting over her thundering heart.

“I wasn’t exactly quiet.” Harry laughed, that crooked grin making her want to sink down further into the bubbles. It was unfair that a man could be that devastatingly attractive. “Tripped over one of your shoes.”

Y/N pursed her lips together as she looked up at the ceiling, pretending she knew nothing about said shoe. “I dunno who’s shoe that could have been. Surely it wasn't mine!” Harry had warned her about it prior. Her two true bad habits were leaving her fake eyelashes on his nightstand- which he had once mistaken for a spider and squeaked, making Y/N laugh so hard she snorted- and leaving shoes in the middle of the room.

“Mm… I know I don’t own pink, fuzzy sandals.” He shot her a look. “”But I’ll forgive the discretion for a kiss.” Leaning over the foamy, rose and vanilla scented bathwater, he tilted her chin up and pressed his lips on to her own. The man took a seat on the side of the tub, Plaid trousers paired with a white button up that had the sleeves rolled up. His forearms looked particularly delicious, the vein she usually drooled over showing as he used his arm to hold himself up. Glasses sat in his hair, the reading pair not needed for seeing her face.

“Everything okay?” She chirped, looking at his tired eyes. Harry worked hard, despite having moved a lot of his days to work at home. He preferred it. As charming as he was, he was a homebody, a slight introvert. His work was better when he could stay home and focus.

“Mhm. Now it is.” He let out a sigh, taking one of her dampened hands in his own as he played with her fingers. “Had a long day of calls. Sort of takes the wind out of me. What was it you said- need to charge my what battery?” His eyes squinted as he tried to remember what she had told him a few weeks ago.

“Social battery?” An empathetic smile was given when he nodded. “I understand that. Mine too. We both have tomorrow off, though… So if you can stand seeing my mug for another day, we can sit and watch that show you wanted….” Even after a few months of this developing arrangement? Relationship? She felt a little nervous to invite herself to stay over.

Obviously, Harry did not feel the same. His face lit up at the suggestion, shaking his head at her self-dig. “I always want t’see your face.” He said seriously. “So pretty. My favorite one.” Leaning over, he playfully pinched her cheek to make her smile. “I think that’s a lovely idea. Don't really want to see anyone but you anyways.”

It was a little scary how quickly that had become true. Y/N had become his person very fast and it had happened without his permission.

It was easy with her. Once that tiny hint of awkwardness at the beginning where they didn’t know how to navigate the new development had fallen away, he found himself indulging in her. Spending more time than just the sex they had initially had. There was no way he could just simply fuck her and leave- even though he’s had to in the past- considering he’d always cared about her on at the very least, a human level. It had them planning nights away, Harry renting a hotel room for them for a night here or there, texting each other daily, even just to chat. She’s been so supportive and kind and he was fucked.

Her beaming grin nearly knocked the wind out of him, warm cheek leaning into his hand at his response. He could feel the smile against it, how she was flushed-  from more than just from the bath. Harry had that effect on her, had her smiling and blushing and he wanted to make her giggle all over again.

He always wanted to make the woman happy. More than he wanted to make her cum- and that was a fucking lot. This was a potential problem, sure, but he wasn’t about to give her up. He knew the risks that it was taking. Greatly upsetting his daughter, ruining a friendship, hurting his own relationship with her- but he just liked her so, so much.

——-

Y/N was older than Lia by 2 years, having started uni later because she wanted to work for a bit and save up some money for when she went. The girls had clicked immediately when they’d met in their third year. The first time she and Harry met, she had been polite. Sweet. Complimenting his car as she approached it with Lia, looking in interest and offering to help them both carry up her stuff into their apartment. Harry had found them both a good place and Y/N had offered to pay rent to him- but he gave her a very discounted rate. She had said she wasn’t comfortable accepting a free place which he could understand, but she was in uni. He’d feel like shit pocketing any of the money. So instead he had simply used the money to help buy them furniture when it broke, get them meals when it was a special occasion, putting it back into them.

He had seen her quite a few other times after the first meeting. She had begun to pop up all around, coming home with Lia on a break or a long weekend, going on their boat in that first summer, hanging around the house when Harry had worked more at the office. She’d become a fixture for a while. He’d enjoyed their conversations, her energy refreshing and sweet- but he hadn’t had any sort of feelings for her. Y/N had just been a kind girl that he appreciated talking to and being a good influence on his daughter. She’s been beautiful the entire time, sure. But there had been something those few months ago that had just made it all snap into place.

Last summer they hadn’t come over in a long while. Their last year of school had been hard on both of them, and he understood that they hadn’t wanted to take the trips back up to see him as often. He’d sent groceries and care packages for both of them, knowing that he had more than enough money. Y/N didn’t ask, but had become close with his daughter and had her straightened out a little bit. He wanted to treat her as well. The man had turned a blind eye to the credit card charges for clubs and bars because she had been on a straightened path for a while and her grades had improved.

Harry loved his daughter with his entire heart, but he knew that she had been a bit of a difficult friend for Y/N for a while. She had dragged her into things and made her play mother hen quite a few times. Sure, he knew she liked to have a good time out but there had been a period of time where he had gotten a few phone calls from a frantic Y/N asking if he could track Lia’s phone, or if he could see if she used the Uber account. Most of the time she had run off with a guy or girl and Harry had been apologetic those few times when Y/N had been the one to go off and find her. After the 3rd time, Harry had properly told Lia off and scolded her, letting her know that she was lucky to have a friend who cared as much for her as Y/N had and if she continued she would more than likely lose her for her own selfish actions.

Since then she had calmed- for the most part.

Having an empty home now, with Lia now moved in with her girlfriend, would have crushed Harry if it hadn’t been for Y/N. It had been different when she was at school, but knowing she left and didn’t necessarily want to come back except to visit had hurt his heart. He’d been lonely for a while, with the divorce and his daughter going away to school, but he had always counted on her coming back and staying for a while.

The man had a decent arrangement of friends, but only a few people he trusted. He was truly a homebody and kept a very tight knit inner circle, but it hadn’t been the same as having someone with him. Within arms reach. Someone who could lounge around in the living room while he worked and a face to greet him in the kitchen when he came out at lunch to grab a snack. He loved Mitch, but he knew he wouldn’t want to sit in his kitchen and make him a snack just out of the goodness of his heart like Y/N had been doing.

He also knew Mitch was going to be a bit shocked at the revelation of who he had been spending his time with lately as he sat at the bar with him- but he hadn’t expected him to choke on his beer, coughing up a storm as he grabbed at a napkin. His friend was usually calm, cool and collected, someone he thought would never be phased. Turns out, he had been wrong.

“You’ve been seeing who?” He asked once his throat was clear and his nose didn’t burn from the uptick of beer that had gone right up it.

“Y/N.” Harry said, blinking right back at him.

“As in, Y/N your daughter’s best friend? That one? Her old roommate?” He was speaking lowly and monotone, but he knew his friend. He knew he was absolutely shocked.

“Yes, her. Listen, I know it’s not ideal but it just… it happened. And I came to tell you because I’m so fucking happy but equally as terrified. Lia is going to be so upset and I don’t want that to happen, but things are getting deeper with Y/N and I finally-” he was interrupted by his friend cutting him off.

“Yes, Harry. Lia is more than likely going to be upset that her father and best friend are involved. It’s a natural thing. I’m positive she would never expect that.” He stressed. “It will be normal for her to be upset. I’d more than count on it.”

“Gee, thanks for the support.” Harry muttered, raising his glass to the words.

“No. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be happy, H. I’m saying you need to expect that. It’s the reality of the situation. Y/N and Lia are not going to be the same but you need to ask if that’s a risk you’re willing to take.” His face softened a little bit seeing the anxiety written clearly on Harry’s features. It had been so long since he had that little light in his eyes again, and no one would want to ruin it. But he had to be a good friend. “Listen… I want you to be happy, Harry. We all do. But you need to wait and see if this is what you truly want. Don’t jump into telling her yet. In other instances I’d say honesty is the best but… If this doesn't last, if you start to get cold feet, you don’t want to cause an upheaval for no reason.”

Mitch didn’t want to doom the relationship- even though he sort of suspected he had having some sort of midlife crisis, he won’t mention it- but he wanted Harry to think and not get ahead of himself. “Have you guys talked about it yet?”

Harry squirmed slightly in discomfort, eyes falling to the glass of amber liquid in his hands. They hadn’t. It was a lot of reading between the lines. A lot of going off of emotions. He had real feelings, but what if she didn’t? What if this was just a fun fling for her? She was a twenty-something year old. Did she want to settle down? He wasn’t in a rush, but he didn’t have time for games anymore. He was grown. Did Y/N want something serious?

It had progressed over time. At first, it was a bit of dirty, naughty fun. He liked her a lot as a person and the sex had been hot and tickled a taboo part of his fantasies, but it had grown. Evolved. She stayed with him half the week, she slept in his bed, curled up in his arms as she listened to him read the news on the phone in the morning. She made him coffee and brought it to him in his office, sat in his lap while he scrolled through emails. It had gotten to the point where they didn’t even have sex every day. They’d kiss, cuddle, they’d chat, but it felt a lot like a relationship. One he had always wanted when he was younger. Far from innocent, but pure in its own form.

They needed to discuss the emotional aspects of it, but he was scared. Terrified, even, to bring it up and potentially ruin or disturb the lovely routine and vibe they had now. He didn’t want to scare her away, but Mitch was right.

He needed to know if this was real.

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SLEEP THIEF | MORPHEUS

Summary: You, being plagued by a sleep thief called insomnia, managed to free Dream a few months back. Now he wants to pay you back by finding a cure for your insomnia - and maybe because he has developed feelings for you.

Once, in the realm of dreams, where reality bends and imagination takes shape, Dream of the Endless found himself trying to help a mortal, who suffered from a condition that prevented her to visit his kingdom.

Insomnia. That relentless thief of sleep that plagued your every night. Despite always being tired, having eyebags and looking old beyond your years, you were always kind to Dream. Somehow you had sensed he was a vital part in the world, and in little, tiny gestures over two years, you helped him with every way you could. “Accidentally” swiping your feet over the summoning ring. Guards hadn’t slept well, so they fell to sleep after drinking your special tea. Little things - and eventually, your constant, diligent effort was worth it and Dream got himself out. You didn’t know what had been the thing that made the trick, but his glass prison was shattered and the guards didn’t remember much - it was concluded the summoning ring had weakened over time and Dream could finally push through it.

You got fired from the mansion with the rest of the workers after Mr. Burgess was cursed with eternal nightmares and your services weren’t needed anymore - and within the first week of you tossing and turning in the bedroom of your new apartment, you got a visitor - startled by a man with glowing eyes standing in the corner of the room, almost letting out a scream before you recognised him and turned on your bedside lamp with a smile.

“Dream? Is it… really you? I thought you were gone, that I would never see you again,” you mumbled, beaming as you sat up properly. “I… I knew you got out, but I thought you’d be busy to get the world rolling again.”

Dream smiled softly, taking a step towards you. Then he spoke, with a deep voice - to be honest, you hadn’t expected him to sound like that. “Yes, it is I. I have returned to express my gratitude for the compassion and help you offered me when I needed it the most. The world is on its track again, and you are to thank for that.”

You smiled back bashfully, looking at your hands fiddling with your blanket. “It was a human thing to do. I knew your captivity was a reason why the world was messed up. I’m happy you popped by, it’s good to see you’re alright.”

Dream was quiet for a moment, studying you. Then he spoke again. “I wish to grant you the gift of sleep. You have suffered from the lack of it for so long, and a mortal like you does not deserve such a fate. It is not caused by my absence, but I want to help you with it.”

You frowned, looking up to him. “I’ve always had it. Sleeping pills help somewhat, but even they might not let me sleep throughout the whole night. Are you sure that- I mean, I know you can do it, you’re the king of dreams, after all. But are you sure your help will last? I read it may originate from the way brains are built, and I don’t know if you’re able to change it. You can’t have time to guard my sleep every night, can you?”

Dream was quiet for a moment. “I will do everything I can in my power to ensure you will be able to sleep your nights without struggle. For tonight, my sand will have to do.”

And with that, he took out his pouch and you, knowing what he was about to do, settled under your covers. You looked at Dream as he placed the sand on the palm of his hand and the last thing you saw was him blowing the powder-like sand on your face, and you fell asleep on that very moment.

—

“Are you sure about this, Dream?” Matthew asked as he flew by his master, settling onto one of the many chairs in the library. “Humans and Endless rarely mix well. You know it could be dangerous. The potential consquences could be destructive.”

Dream didn’t even look up to his companion as he read one of the many books he owned. “She showed me kindness during my captivity. It is time for me to repay that debt.”

Matthew was quiet and used the time to ponder his next words to groom himself. Then he tilted his head, studying his friend. “Are you planning to act on your feelings?”

Dream paused for a moment, tapping his fingers on the cover of the book. Then he finally looked up to his friend. “I understand your concerns, Matthew. But should we deny ourselves happiness only because the risk of heartbreak it may involve?”

Matthew sighed. “I suppose not.”

Lucienne emerged from behind the corner. “Your devotion for her is undeniable. And your wish to help her through her condition is noble - but remember the consequences what could happen if she starts to dwell in dreams and forget to live. You may get blindsided about what will lie ahead if you let your feelings overwhelm your senses.”

“I am aware, Lucienne,” Dream said, lowering his eyes back down and tracing his finger across the page of the book. “I do not know if she feels the same way. It may be she does not return my feelings for her.”

Matthew and Lucienne exchanged a glance, before the librarian handed a book to Dream. “I believe this book will help with her condition. Just… be careful, my lord.”

Dream’s eyes flickered up again, and he nodded slightly. “Thank you, Lucienne.”

And so, Matthew and Lucienne left Dream alone - he would find a cure for you, let you visit his Kingdom. And even if it would never be anything more than friendship, Dream would enjoy having you around in his Kingdom every night, walking with you through the field and listen to you telling about your day. 

It had been a while since he had had a mortal human friend - Hob being immortal - but he had a feeling that you could be one of his greatest friends who have ever lived.

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amari's love shot; a bachelorette challenge

Are you ready to find love in the beautiful seaside town of Tartosa? Amari Walden, successful model and wedding photographer, is looking for her Mr. Right! Known for her appearance on the hit reality show Becoming Mrs. Blackburn 2, Amari is back a year later to take another shot at love. Will you capture her attention and develop a picture perfect romance?

About The Bachelorette

Amari is a 37 year old biracial black-indian woman with two amazing children, a loving family, a successful business, and a beautiful home in Tartosa. It seems like she has it all, but she longs for just one more thing: a loving partner to share her life with! You can read more details about her likes, dislikes, personality, and backstory here. Since BMB2, she's been focused on her family once again; spending time with them and proudly witnessing her oldest daughter, Prisha, graduate high school and leave for college. Her younger daughter, Maria, has come around on the idea of her mother finally finding love... as long as she also approves of the man in question, of course. And so, Amari has committed to trying the reality show thing just one more time. She's looking for a kind, mature man that respects her and her children, loves to laugh, and has a taste for the finer things in life.

Submission Post Guidelines

Sims must identify as men; anything else re: gender doesn't matter

YA-Adult human sims only (sorry my occult loves)

Maxis match hair only, all other cc can be mm or alpha (my style is maxis mix)

1 everyday outfit, 1 formal, and 1 swimwear at minimum; you can dress for every category if you wish, and you can have as many additional outfits as you want after that if they use vanilla/EA clothing (all packs are fine)

No romantic traits allowed, please include one "negative" trait for fun, cc traits by kuttoe are allowed

Please include likes/dislikes (can be randomized if you like), cc preferences from mods are allowed

Skills are allowed (and encouraged!), if you don't want to give them in game, add them in their description and I'll handle the rest

Please give them a backstory/personality (even if it's a short one!)

Must be okay with me changing some cc if needed to blend them into my game (I won't change their facial features, body shape, etc)

Tag me in your submission posts and use the tag #amaribc so I can find them easier! If a day or so goes by and I don't reblog it, feel free to send me the post through my inbox or DMs.

Submission deadline is December 4th, 2023 (will be extended if needed)

Note: I'll be determining some parts of the challenge through actual gameplay, and some through storytelling/whatever I think will be fun. It won't be 100% random/me solely relying on the game. I learned my lesson with that when the game decided none of the men liked my last bachelor whatsoever... lmfao. Please keep this in mind when submitting!

[itssoinevitable]

acgas season 5 rant

well I must say it’s been some time since I wrote a tumblr essay but I think this one has been building all season. in fact, it will likely be part one of (?) because there are many feelings that need to screamed into the void. let me preface by saying that I am not a “hater” by any means, because I absolutely and unabashedly love this show and it pains me so much to criticise it, instead of celebrate on cloud nine like I usually would be after the finale. I ranked it higher than downton abbey the early seasons, which is a massive compliment for anyone that knows me. and I repeatedly told others not to worry bc it’s the show that keeps on giving and that I trusted these writers implicitly with our beloved characters.

so yes, it royally sucks that I have to eat my words, and that acgas season 5 did not bring what it should have brought. and it also sucks that this is only part one of my rant (for you and me both). if you loved s5, then I am really happy you did, and please don’t read on bc I don’t want to taint your experience. if you hated it but don’t know why, or bc misery loves company, pls read on. spoilers ahead, obv. 

1. episode structure

yes so — structure wise, it was a hot mess. I can definitely see what they were going for, in that they gave the limelight to a pair of characters every episode, and thought it would be fine like modern family style episodes. except, another spoiler alert: it was not fine at all, unless your faves are the featured couple for said episode. I would do an episode by episode breakdown but @owlsiehoot already did that. suffice to say, it is not the kind of show where you can enjoy 40 odd minutes when it’s not “your” characters’ turn to shine. they have nearly an ensemble cast, but chose not to treat it like an ensemble show. and while I can see what they were trying to avoid, the chosen execution method was far far worse imo. (we may never know the real reason for this change, but I hate whoever greenlit this decision).

even if they wanted to keep the longer scene structure, fine, maybe it could have worked. but if I could have recommended one change in the writing room, it would have been to split the main cast into threes every episode, instead of pairs. that would resemble the formula a bit more like the prev seasons, and would’ve given much more interesting and diverse back and forths to play off of and keep more general balance. some ways the dynamics could have been done:

Tris & Carmody were fine in ep 4, but keep it in skeldale more and add Mrs Hall into the mix to mother them, even better. (reminding the audience she has a biological son too, and not just these surrogate dumbasses whom she loves would have been a bonus.)

Helen & James are always lovely together, but add Tris in there for some mischief or more Jenny and Heston Grange for some sisterly bonding. 

Tris & Siegfried were cute too, but again they were away from the house, and usually Audrey was right in there with them and added something to all their interactions. 

Alternatively, give the ladies something to do and put Audrey, Helen and Mrs Pumphrey together again. (I will say though, at least Mrs P had more to do this season). 

Where the show suffered most was giving Carmody two stand-out episodes tbh, when in reality, they only had time for one.

2. tone

not only did the previous seasons have an amazing balance of all characters, they also managed to balance the darker story threads with lighthearted humour in an inimitable way. usually three concurrent storylines, two being more serious, and one more lighthearted to break it up. some episodes of course, were more lighthearted than others. but season 5 seems to have turned that on its head because almost all storylines were quite silly?? I respect there has always been a certain amount of physical humour, but it seems now that the gags have now replaced actual plots and meaningful character development. this is not a sitcom after all, unless they’re trying to change genre at the nth hour. notable exceptions include Bingo’s storyline ofc, and Candy & Joan (both which were early in the season btw) and James’ war and brucellosis experience right at the end. the middle was mostly twaddle if you ask me.

which reminds me: overall, the animal storylines seem to have become something of a joke too. the animals used to mean a lot more to their clients before, and the vets used to show them a great deal more love and respect. contrast to this season, many vetting scenes feel almost cavalier. the poor dog with the phantom pregnancy was played for laughs, which I don’t think it would have been in prev seasons. the horse that fell down after the injection, had no greater mystery to solve. Siegfried and Tristan barely seemed to care, and chalked it up to shock. it is quite unforgivable to me, as their great reverence for the animals was one of the things I love(d) about this show. 

imo a few subtle changes could have elevated many of the stories to their usual form. I gave an example on discord, but I’ll repeat it here. it’s episode 5, and picture Bosworth coming into Skeldale the same was as he did in canon, asking Audrey to come out to investigate a potential bomb. everything could have remained the same except that Audrey could have told the others where she was off to, and Siegfried or Tristan maybe asked her not to go. the whole family would have gathered together for a moment, expressed their fear for her and she would have said it’s her duty to go and check anyway. in this version, we would have felt the tension and the stakes, and it would be a looming threat of the war finally touching Darrowby. the end would also be the same, a false alarm and nothing more but the emotional impact of the episode would have increased tenfold.

and to me, the worst part of it all is that the season actually started off so promising. the first two/ three episodes, combined with the interviews by the cast, it honestly felt like they were exploring some very interesting things. but they dangled the carrot, only not to deliver imho. 

it seemed that Tristan was hiding something painful under his playful exterior, eventually to be teased out, but apparently he really came back from war completely trauma-free.

I was under the impression that Siegfried was supposed to have an identity crisis, where he was feeling left behind, but it didn’t seem to pan out properly either.

Audrey was supposed to be overworked, right? but we didn’t see her actually buckle under the strain of her many, many duties because she’s basically superwoman I guess?

James had this beautiful connection with Banerjee, only for him to be alive but never show up again I guess? really thought James would bring him to Mrs P’s convalescent home but guess not.

3. characters

and here is the crux of it, the beating heart of the show which is now bleeding out. because a truly good show is character-driven, and unfortunately I cannot say that was true for season 5. a glaring deus ex machina comes to mind, when the doorknob fell off in episode 4, trapping Tris and Carmody in a room. never thought the show would stoop to these cliched tropes tbh and it truly disappointed me.

not only did the episode structures do the characters a great disservice, but it seems to have foiled the overall season story arc too for each character throughline. to me, it looked as if the only two people with clear defined story arcs were James with his war trauma, and Carmody (my beloved). was it Sam West who said the characters seemed “busy” this season? bc yes, it’s accurate. but not in a good way. mostly they all had only things to do on the surface, but there was very little going on underneath. which is a crying shame because basically, characters have to suffer a little to grow and be interesting. they need to face challenges and grow and change. let’s do some compare & contrast:

Tristan changed and grew in every season, from 1 to 3 and faced many internal (and external) obstacles to becoming his best self, whether it was by being more studious or responsible and mature in his work and personal life. Now he’s back and we’re supposed to think… what? That he’s already his best self, I suppose.

season 4 Siegfried was holding his found family together, trying to cope with the workload and missing Tristan, worrying about James, terrified that Audrey was going to leave. contrast to s5, and Siegfried is… being adorable with baby Jimmy, and attracted to a goat heiress? if there was something deeper here, please let me know bc I must have missed it.

while last season, Helen was looking forward to starting a family, and then working on keeping her baby healthy and her family (James) intact despite the war. s5 Helen started off strong, struggling with balancing being a mother and big sister to Jenny, but now… she’s what? planting too many strawberries in the victory garden? being a supportive wife to James is important, but it cannot be her only feature. 

and last but definitely not least, Audrey in s4 was learning what a life outside her marriage to Robert could truly mean for her, and figuring out for herself where she belongs. conversely, s5has her making jam, and finding non-explosive tinned potatoes. yes she’s a warden, but what is she feeling on the inside?

4. conclusion — an empty vessel

to summarise this not-epic epic is that my true grouse with this season is its utter emptiness. it is truly a season where nothing happened and nobody really changed. okay, some things were different — e.g. Siegfried being better with handling his “boys”, and being more open and less grumbly in general. or Tristan being more responsible with his work, and standing his ground more firmly. but imo those were the results of previous season’s changes. within the course of s5, they did not do much growing or changing.

Tristan’s homecoming episode comes to mind the most. so many missed opportunities for deeper to surface — James being torn between treating a patient and possibly missing his son’s christening would have added some true to character dissonance. Helen leaning on Audrey for support when she had issues with her mother-in-law, could have worked beautifully and explored the character foils in an interesting way. James and Helen asking Siegfried and Audrey to be Jimmy’s godparents would have been truly touching and a testament to how deep their familial bonds are.

anyway, TL;DR I guess? maybe it’s because they’re saving most of the juicy stuff for season 6, but it mostly felt like a filler season, and if you looked forward to it all year just to get that then it’s truly anti-climactic. with all that said now, onwards and outwards. we shall see was the CS brings.

[tipsygnostalgy]

"It was never that serious," said Rose Lalonde calmly. — a deranged rant on update rose + philosophy

now that rose has officially hopped onto the "nothing matters" track of things i'm inclined to believe faux-absurdism is a sleeping agent in the strilondian neuroticism paradigm moreso than a real plot point but yeah anyway i have mixed feelings

on one hand i can definitely see why people don't like her / think she's ooc. the classic process of "cause major change in a character" goes inciting incident -> development -> big blowout moment demonstrating the change (appropriated + bastardized from mr freytag himself), and in my personal opinion the comic jumped the gun on this one? we get the inciting incident (candy timeline's irrelevancy) and both irl timeline and character arcwise are plunged straight into the blowout with very little time in between. there's a tiny hint with the light symbol playing a role (more on this later) but for the most part it feels sudden and unjustified if you're insane about rose + understand sufficient epilogues metaphilosophy + and are coded specifically to like this type of shit you Get Exactly What's Going On and fucking dig it. if you don't, you think they've put her through a meat grinder and i can see both

on the OTHER. dear god i'm sucking on the sweet teats of knowledge and absurdism like a baby at the bath. her swapping her constant need of "why" to "why not" and both rose's constant struggle with Light mixing with the irrelevancy of candy and coalescing in one big idgaf war except.

except on the third hand it's worth mentioning that she's also half-assing absurdism so bad that it gets pathetic. her last line "I knew you would forgive me anyway" actually solidifies this arc as one big tantrum that they plan on developing into Not A Thing (hopefully) because she doesn't tell kanaya "I knew it wouldn't matter." the forgiveness is what she focuses on. the forgiveness matters. kanaya still matters to her whether this dumbass light player is consciously aware of this or not and i think ironically KANAYA knows this better than she does which is part of her saying she refuses to mediate this one. on a rosemary level this is jaw-dropping on a character level BOOOO

MAKE HER ABSURDIST! make her sit there and do things not for the sake of kanaya but literally only to do them. make her sit there and genuinely believe the only obligation in reality is to live it. dirk fails at being a true absurdist too he starts injecting meaning into life like there's motherfucking nothing and rose actually acknowledging there's zero meaning whatsoever but living anyway and in that process learning to love life (juxtaposes jake's adventurer) would juxtapose her to him but NOOOOOO she has to sit there and go Well there's no meaning to Life. It was Never that serious. Fuck you. but then refuse to kill herself (thereby proving camus right once again) then now what. now What. Ohhhh "nothing" matters cool then die. dirk's suicide was meaningful because he broke that formula okay he went There's no meaning to life? Ok. then immediately hung himself he DEVOURED that sequence he subverted absurdism back into existentialism which is cool but ROSE COULD PERPENDICULAR THAT!

[vikkirosko]

Glad to have you back, Vikki. Could I request a Gravity Falls themed ask?

A tanuki (raccoon-dog) merchant who set up shop in Gravity Falls before Ford came to town, but mostly keeps to themself. They can disguise themself as human though so interacting with the townsfolk is pretty typical. Tanuki!Reader is honestly an anomaly among tanukis since they don’t exactly lie or cheat people. They say the honest and often times brutal truth. EX: If something was recently scavenged, if something will need a lot of work, their supernatural “charms” cannot handle major threats or the customer stirring up the afterlife on purpose. While they don’t get a lot of customers—they do tend to get repeat ones.

The idea for the ask is Tanuki!Reader being able to clock that Stan(ley) isn’t Stanford. They take to spying on him as a “raccoon” for the first few months. Eventually, they take Mr Mystery under their wing to teach him a few tricks of the trade. Like not say—dying to any of Gravity Falls’ supernatural beings who already had mixed feelings about him. (In reality Stanford, yet they know to avoid the subject.) Reader looks well in their thirties when they start acting as (forcibly suggested) mentor to the human.

The tanuki might not operate under their usual typical tactics, but they pretty clever when it comes to the business aspect. Even without magic. Meanwhile, to Stan, this crazy person decided to barge into his life after it got flipped on his head and actually show him how to handle the craziness of Gravity Falls. Said mentor never confirms or denies being human.

💵 Stan Pines x tanuki!Reader headcanons Mentor 🎱

You've been living in Gravity Falls for a long time. You had a small shop in the city and traded with the locals. However, none of the locals knew that you were a tanuki. You were very different from the other tanuki. Unlike them, you weren't lying, on the contrary, you were telling the truth, even if it was cruel. To the residents of the city, you were an ordinary person, because you were good at hiding your true nature. You often watched people and noticed that a new person appeared in a lonely hut. You just couldn't miss this event

You've been watching him for a long time, assuming the form of what he thought was a raccoon. You watched carefully as he studied the anomalies, which were very numerous in Gravity Falls. However, one day you noticed that it was a completely different person. It was so obvious to you that you couldn't even keep from smiling. You saw that this man was completely unaware of how dangerous the local supernatural inhabitants could be, so you decided to take him under your wing and teach him a few simple tricks that will help him not only avoid problems, but also earn money

When you appeared on the doorstep of shack, Stan did not understand what you wanted from him, but you did not leave. He was just starting his business and you, a man who already had a thriving shop, claimed that you would teach him all the intricacies of the craft. You disturbed his peace, turning his life upside down. He couldn't argue with the fact that you really knew how to run a business. You seemed strange to him, but with your appearance, his life became more intense. He was able to develop his business and you, like a talented mentor, guided him on the right path

For several years, you've been teaching him little tricks. His business was booming and you didn't seem to change. He understood that there were many people in the forest whom ordinary people could not even imagine, and Stan assumed that you were one of them, but no matter how many times he asked you about it, you did not confirm or deny it. You weren't going to reveal your secrets so easily

You didn't know how long you could keep an eye on him, but you hoped that even if you were forced to leave, he would be fine. You knew that he had a family, and maybe someday you will be able to meet his relatives. So far, all you could do was make sure Stan didn't get hurt because of the crazy things that were going on in Gravity Falls

[jetspikepub]

HISTORY OF COWBOY BEBOP

Attention! This chronology is a mix of fiction and reality.

1965 - Shinichiro Watanabe was born

1994 - Faye was born

1995 - Shinichiro Watanabe debuted as a director in Macross Plus. First acquaintance with Keiko Nobumoto, Yoko Kanno, and others *1

*1 Macross Plus is still very popular

Cowboy Bebop project was initiated secretly. At first, the title was supposed to be Shooting Star Bebop *2

*2 Kawamoto's ideas and sketches as a project proposal at the very early stage of development

1998 4 - First airing of the show on TV Tokyo

6 - The broadcast on TV Tokyo finished with only 12 episodes aired. The final compilation-like episode, Mish-Mash Blues, was controversial

10 - The beginning of complete 26 episode ariring on WOWOW

11 - Masahiko Minami left Sunrise and established Bones animation studio *3

*3 Bones business card (back side)

1999 4 - The complete show broadcast finished on W0WOW. The question of Spike's fate in the final episode attracted a lot of attention *4

*4 Invitation to the launch party held on the night when the last episode aired

6 - Watanabe, Toshihiro Kawamoto, Keiko Nobumoto and others visited Morocco to gather materials for the movie *5

*5 In Morocco

8 - The Seatbelts live "Diggin' my POTATO Puti ~The Irresponsible Night to Dance~" was held at ON AIR EAST, Shibuya, Tokyo *6 (picture in brochure is missing 🤷‍♀️)

9 - A press conference dedicated to the movie production, later known as the "Phantom Lie Press Conference," was held at Blue Note Tokyo (at that time the movie release date was year 2000) *7

*7 Materials distributed to interested parties

2000 5 - The completion of the script

Autumn - Movie storyboard was done *8

*8 A storyboard by Nabeshin (Watanabe)

11 - Yoko Kanno's held the first recording of The Seatbelts in N.Y.

2000 12 - 2001 1 - The title "Cowboy Bebop: Knockin' on Heaven's Door" was chosen for the movie

4 - The launch of the official website

4-6 - The original novel СОЩВОЧ ВƐВОР Ц.Т. (Cowboy Bebop: U.T.) was published on the website; recording for the movie finished

7 - Ask DNA single release

8 - The completion of the movie, setting the preview at Kudan Kaikan, Tokyo *9

*9 Fans who came to the preview form lines

8 - The Seatbelts live "EARTH GIRLS ARE EASY Last Week End" at Shibuya AX, Tokyo

8 - Movie soundtrack "FUTURE BLUES" release

9 - Cowboy Bebop: Knockin' on Heavens' Door release

10 - Seatbelts FUTURE BLUES videoclip release

2007 - Faye recorded a video message to future self that was supposed to be delivered ten years later *10

*10 Young Faye in the video message

2013 - U.T. (Ural Terpsichore) was born

2014 - Faye was put in a cryogenic sleep after a spaceship accident outside Earth's atmosphere

2022 - An accident occurred at Astral Gate located between the Moon and Earth. Earth suffered catastrophic damage, the period known as Turbulent 20's (Roaring Twenties) began

2035 12 - Jet was born

2044 6 - Spike was born

Vicious was born

U.T., a journalist responsible for entertainment section, became a bounty hunter. A chaotic period immediately followed after the enactment of the Cowboy Law *11

*11 Younger days of the legendary cowboy revealed for the first time in this illustration for the novel

2048 - Debut of The Seatbelts

2056 - The Seatbelts song"Tank!" became #1 in music charts of the Solar System

2058 1 - Ed was born (however, it is unclear)

2064 - Jet resigned from ISSP after losing his left arm *12

*12 Jet before he lost his right arm, about 29 years old

2066 - Ed suddenly appears in an orphanage on Earth

2068 - Spike left the Red Dragon syndicate *13

*13 Spike from the Red Dragon era… he looks angry

Jet and Spike teamed up

Faye woke up from cryogenic sleep *14

*14 Sleeping Beauty?

Ed disappeared from the orphanage *15

*15 Edward made up her name, the real one is Françoise, isn't it?

Julia went missing *16

*16 The woman Spike was thinking about

Rashid (Dr. Mendelo) appears on Moroccan Street on Mars in a new guise *17

*17 Mr. Mendelo, isn't it a little too much for a tanning salon?

2069 - Ein was born *18

*18 He must have been a genius dog from birth

A record of Vincent's death in Titan War *19

*19 He had short hair when he was in the army

2070 - Spike left a lobster in the fridge on the Bebop and forgot about it

2071 - The main story of Cowboy Bebop

[simulanissolutions]

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[violetsixx1981]

Kevin, We Need to Talk. Part 8

Sorry this took so long

Your dad and Kevin's mom help you tell the school

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

When the time came for you to tell the school, your dad and Kevin’s mom came with you.

“We will do everything we can to make sure Y/N has all the accommodations she needs,” said Principal Hastings. “We very much appreciate it,” said Eva. “She will, of course, be excused from gym, I’m sure we can find something for her to do to make up the credit. How far along is she at the current moment,” asked the principal. “She’ll be 20 weeks on Tuesday,” your father responded. “Alright, I’ll put that in her file, and I will let her teachers know. Thank you for coming to speak to me, Mrs. Khatchadourian and Mr. Y/L/N. Kevin, Y/N, and their unborn baby will be in good hands here,” Principal Hastings said as he walked them out of his office.

You felt a mix of relief and apprehension as you stepped into the hallway. The support from the school was reassuring, but the reality of your situation was ever-present.

Eva and your dad exchanged a few more words with the principal before turning back to you and Kevin. “I think that went well,” Eva said, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Yeah,” you nodded, though the weight of the months ahead still loomed large in your mind. “Thanks for being here, both of you.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” your dad said. “We’re in this together.”

Kevin squeezed your hand. “Ready to get back to class?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied.

As you walked down the hallway, a few classmates cast curious glances your way, but you held your head high. Kevin stayed close, his presence a comforting anchor. When you reached your classroom, you took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Mr. Thompson looked up from his desk and smiled. “Welcome back, Y/N. We’re just discussing the themes in ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.'’”

You took your seat, feeling a sense of normalcy as you opened your notebook. Kevin sat beside you, and the class resumed its discussion. You tried to focus, but your mind kept drifting to the future.

After class, Kevin walked you to your next period. “You did great,” he said. “One step at a time, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, feeling a bit more confident.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. When the final bell rang, you met Kevin outside.

That evening, after finishing your homework, you lay in bed, placing a hand on your growing belly. “We’re going to be okay,” you whispered, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.

The next few weeks flew by in a blur of schoolwork and preparations. You and Kevin attended your doctor’s appointments, and the baby’s development was on track.

One afternoon, as you and Kevin were studying at your house, your dad came in with a thoughtful expression. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, sitting down. “We need to start getting the nursery ready.”

“Really?” you asked, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety.

“Absolutely. We need to be prepared. Kevin, do you have any ideas?”

Kevin smiled. “I think we should go with a neutral theme. We won’t know the baby’s gender until the gender reveal party/baby shower.”

Your dad nodded. “That sounds like a good plan. Let’s make a list of what we’ll need.”

The three of you spent the next hour brainstorming and making plans. As you wrote down items like a crib, changing table, and baby clothes, you felt a growing sense of anticipation.

Over the next few weekends, you and Kevin, with help from your dad and Eva, began transforming the spare room into a cozy nursery. Painting the walls, a soft, calming color, assembling furniture, and organizing baby supplies became a family effort.

With each passing day, you felt more prepared and less anxious. The support from your family and Kevin made all the difference, and you started to believe that everything would work out.

One evening, you and Kevin sat in the newly finished nursery, it was decorated in shades of yellow and had giraffes and elephants on the walls. “We’re really doing this,” you said, looking around the room.

“Yeah, we are,” Kevin agreed, taking your hand. “And we’re going to be great parents.”

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. The journey ahead was daunting, but you knew you could face it with Kevin by your side and the unwavering support of your family.

[laracrofted]

Aww I love this so much, what better way to end the year by spreading some positivity. I apologize in advance if this is a little long and if I say things that I say often, but every word comes straight from the bottom of my heart. I absolutely wanted to thank you all because getting to know you, even if not in person, and your works was truly an enormous pleasure and one of the best moments of this year.💞

@roosterforme : I know I've already mentioned you on various positivity nights but I can't help but mention you again for the help you've given me throughout this year with your stories and more. You were one of the first authors whose stories I read and to say that I fell in love from the first words of each of your series would not do justice to reality, because I not only fell in love but I felt understood, comforted and less alone about themes that you have written and treated with a unique delicacy. Even though I have told you a thousand times now (and hoping not to be too repetitive) I want to tell you again how much I appreciate your talent, your love and your care that you put into your stories, full of details and characterizations of the characters which make them unique and special. And as I often tell you, I immensely appreciate your ability to make me fall more in love with Bradley every time for the wonderful way in which you always manage to write about him. As you now know, your masterlist has become my comfort place and your stories my routine and I couldn't be happier about it. For all the love I feel for all your work, Is It Working For You has a special meaning and place for me. Your stories are something I often think about and I love rereading them to remind me of details that perhaps I didn't remember perfectly or even just for the sake of reliving the emotions written. Thank you so much with all my heart for everything 🫶🏼

@cherrycola27 : you were absolutely the first person whose series I read and I must say that it is thanks to your writing ability that I continued to read more and more stories in this fandom. The first series I read was Till Death? I was so passionate and captivated from the first chapter that I asked you if I could be tagged because I absolutely didn't want to miss a single update and from that moment on I haven't stopped reading your beautiful stories. I love how you always come up with original ideas and then develop a story from them. An example is your Red, White and Rooster series which I loved immensely and which left me in suspense at the end of each chapter. I appreciate so much how your stories are always a swing of emotions and it is precisely this in my opinion that makes them unique! You always manage to keep me in suspense and sometimes make me emotional with endings i don't expect. I’m literally obsessed with False God series because I love and find it brilliant the way you manage to mix Greek mythology with everyday life! Thank you so much with all my heart🫶🏼

@bradshawsbaby : another person I couldn't help but mention is you, because with your stories of Mr and Mrs Bradshaw you helped me a lot in my worst days and in the moments when I was leaving and entering the hospital. In the moments when I started reading their stories I always managed to forget about reality and be transported into their magnificent world. Not to mention one of my absolute favorite series as you already know which is Si vis amari ama, your way of describing the scenes, the care in writing about the environments or the customs of the time always fascinates me. It still lives in my mind as I found it interesting and appreciated how carefully and precisely you described the preparation and making of bread in one chapter. In addition obviously to all the descriptions of the environments, one in particular that I hold dear was the way you described the market and conveyed the idea of ​​chaos and confusion given by so many people. And as I have said several times, the love I feel for the fact that you used various terms and phrases in the Latin language. I think this all shows how much passion and care goes into each chapter. I've often noticed that you apologize because you haven't updated the series in a while and honestly it breaks my heart every time I see you apologize because I tell you with all my heart you absolutely don't have to apologize for anything because what you do is already more than necessary. Take all the time you need and don't feel pressured at all, when you have time to update the series know that I will be there ready to read it more than happy. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for everything.🫶🏼

@beyondthesefourwalls : I wanted to thank you so much too for your ability to make your characters feel the emotions they are feeling. While I was reading Remember you even when I don't you made me feel all the pain of pumpkin in seeing her husband not remember her, I loved how you developed the story. I love how in your stories it's like riding a roller coaster for everything i feel and I love even more how in many of your stories you talk and underline how certain loves never end, no matter what they have to face, they often go through immense turns and then return. This love came back to me is the perfect proot, which made me shed more than one tear and which I loved immensely. Every time I receive a notification of your story I'm so happy because I already know it will be amazing. I love the way you can make conversations interesting and often with an ironic and teasing streak. Thank you so much with all my heart 🫶🏼

@sailor-aviator : as I already told you, I discovered your blog thanks to your Fool's Fare series and from that day on, that was the series written by you that captured me the most, obviously without taking anything away from the other wonderful stories that fill your masterlist. There is something that fascinates me incredibly about that story, the part that literally stuck in my mind was the description of the first entrance of Jake's character. The way you described that scene was so perfect and precise that it felt like the scene was unfolding before my eyes, and I have to be honest but I often like to go and reread it because of how beautiful it is. I love all your other stories, I love how you can take ideas and develop the story around them in such a detailed and twisty way. And I think you have an extreme ability to transport the reader into the story that leaves me breathless every time. I love how, in addition to the chapters, you write various drabbles that explain and delve into different themes and scenes inherent to the main story, thus making the reader more and more in tune with the characters thanks also to the different points of view. I also love how you always have new ideas for new stories and how each of your series is always so detailed and intriguing. Thank you so much with all my heart.🫶🏼

@notroosterbradshaw : I've told you plenty of times how much I love your The Boyfriend Experience series, and how much you can make me cry with every chapter of Slow Dancing in a Burning Room. As for The boyfriend experience, it was the first series of yours that I read and just from the summary I was already completely in love with it. I mean, what's better than Bradley pretending to be your boyfriend? I loved how you managed to convey the tension between them, how behind their every gesture there was a feeling that they both tried to hide and how luckily in the end they both stopped resisting their feelings and let themselves go. I also loved how you were able to build the anticipation before they could finally be together in such a real way. Your ability to make me cry, smile, feel butterflies in my stomach and feel happiness never ceases to amaze me. Every time I read your work I am amazed by your magnificent versatility in writing and conveying happier emotions as well as sadder emotions or moving from a more angst series to a more fluff one. I love how you make every dialogue so real and so relatable. Thank you with all my heart.🫶🏼

@ohtobeleah : I discovered your blog while reading your Iris series and to say that I was impressed from the first chapter would be an understatement. I love your ability to create stories that leave me in suspense and that with each passing chapter I literally can't wait to read the next one because I'm so intrigued and taken by the story. Another thing I really love is your ability to set up the chapters, how you manage to insert flashbacks that help us understand and get to know the characters more deeply and add details to the plot. Without forgetting your ability to develop relationships between characters, write extremely complex and nuanced characters and slowly reveal more and more details that make the story even more multifaceted and help you better understand the various perspectives of the characters. As you know, I'm loving the series Was it over? when you said you wanted to write this series the topic and the plot immediately interested me but I never expected to be totally taken by this one. As I told you, even though it breaks my heart with each chapter, I can't wait to read more because of the beauty with which it is written. Thank you from the bottom of my heart🫶🏼

@mamachasesmayhem : I will never tire of appreciating your ability to create your stories not only by writing them but also by creating the whole outline, which in my opinion makes diving into the world of the series even more interesting. I know I've said it before but the way I love the Jake and Honey universe is just incredibly huge. I loved how you developed their story and how precisely you took care of every little detail. She Ain't Takin' Your Call to the What If Universe literally left me speechless with how good it was. I remember at the end of the chapter I was so anxious to know what decision Honey had made. I loved the way you structured it and how you showed Honey's growth and how her relationships have changed over the years. The detail I loved the most was the fact that you wrote and explored different episodes during her different ages, I think this detail made it much easier to connect with her. I also wanted to make a special mention to your ability to create digital daggers, they never fail to make me smile, they are truly wonderful. Thank you so much with all my heart🫶🏼

@sometimesanalice : last but not least I wanted to thank you. The first series of yours that I read was Like i can and I was struck by the first lines. I loved the way you developed the story and how the ending literally managed to surprise me with a detail that I never expected. I read all the chapters with extreme interest because I entered the story immediately and I couldn't wait to find out who she would choose. I want to give a special quote to Bob's friend with the dogs, I think this detail was one of the moments in which I laughed the most when reading a series, it was truly epic and every time I think about it it puts a smile on my face. I love the detailed and precise way in which you write each of your stories and how each of them manages to be unique and unforgettable. I also love and appreciate the time you take every time to reply to my comments, I really like the fact that with your answers you make me enter even more into the story thanks to the fact that you add small details or your thoughts. Thank you so much for everything🫶🏼

You are all extremely talented, sweet and kind! Reading your stories and interacting with you is always a pleasure! I truly appreciate the passion, love and time you all dedicate to your work and for this I can never thank you enough! Thank you so much for keeping me company, for making me laugh (even cry sometimes) for taking the time to respond to my (often very long) comments and above all making my year better with your wonderful stories and with your availability and generosity. Grazie mille!

I wish you that 2024 will be a year full of love, joy, happiness and successes and that all your wishes will come true!💗✨

what an amazing love note 🤍 have a happy new year!

end of the year positivity night 💌

[hyenahunt]

Obbligato: The Punishment of Kaname Tojo - 12

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, two years ago

Characters: ???, Ibara

Proofreading: Remi + 310mc (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: Peace

???: (However, innocence is not a sin. My little brother, Kaname, has done nothing wrong.)

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???: (However, innocence is not a sin. My little brother, Kaname, has done nothing wrong.)

(Despite that, ever since he was born, he has faced unreasonable discrimination. He's shunned by those higher than him in the industry due to violating a taboo— )

(He has done nothing wrong, yet he has fallen so far.)

(He was a brother I’d never spoken to before. And I pitied him.)

(Fortunately, I had skills and wisdom. I had to acquire both in order to survive when I'd left home.)

(And now, I could use them to help my little brother.)

(After all, I had always made a living by disguising myself as a jack-of-all-trades, and my client this time just so happened to be a family member.)

(I didn't accept it for my father's sake. I wanted to help my poor younger brother.)

???: (For his sake, I learned as much as I could about something so particular to Japan, so foreign to those overseas — I learned all that there was to know about idols, which was akin to inscrutable faith.)

(Once I had learned enough, I offered my hand to Kaname. So long as he heeded my instruction, he'd be able to bloom anew as a wonderful idol.)

(Or, that was what should have happened.)

... What is this? What is he doing? Do you know anything about this?

Ibara: Perhaps, perhaps not? If I'm to be honest, even I'm taken back by this series of events!

This gathering was organised by Mr. HiMERU and his associate, funded out of their own pockets. It has nothing to do with idol work — it appears the students are gathering entirely of their own accord.

As I have various other projects on my hands, there is no way for me to keep a constant eye on the developments within Reimei Academy, please understand.

Ibara: As a result, my response to independent activities such as this has been rather delayed.

Were this an official idol activity, or work-related, then I would have been able to detect it early on from tells such as bank account activity and so forth.

Which is why I was late to become aware of even the movements of the gatherings within the Catacombs.

Were it not for that, then I would have stepped in to put a halt to things the moment Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya began to build his suspicious religious cult-like group. After all, religion cannot be suppressed, which makes it far outside my field of expertise.

I thought we'd finally gotten a hold on that religion by way of giving them work and incorporating capitalism into the mix...

But this gathering truly was unexpected. I wonder what they're meeting about?

???: Hm. Then you and I are the same; I also came to see what, exactly, was going on.

Ibara: Oh, I’ve already made an educated guess on what might happen next, you know? However this came about, I’ve certainly predicted its conclusion!

The leaders of opposing powers meet, showing their solidarity by way of shaking hands in public. In this case, those leaders would be Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya and Mr. HiMERU.

By doing so, they will strike down the long-standing feud between their two factions.

An era of peace shall descend upon Reimei Academy.

A-ha-ha! ☆ How magnificent! It'll end as happily as a fairy tale!

Ibara: ... But unfortunately, reality isn't so sweet.

The students of Reimei Academy have already fallen prey to the anger and hatred that have accumulated throughout their lives.

Towards those that they detest with all their being, they’re unable to sweep it all under the rug, and allow bygones be bygones.

Ibara: Well, if they did all band together as friends, then I'd be in something of a pickle myself! Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya's ideology and capitalism don't mix well, after all. It sufficiently counters the latter.

That's no way to run a business, you see? I'm against the idea entirely.

The plan was to force him out of Reimei Academy entirely by pushing an unreasonable amount of expectations onto him, so much that his well-being would falter and he would drop out...

But unfortunately, it would seem Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya is stronger than expected. Not once did he break, falter, or give in. Instead, he's done the opposite: no matter how persecuted he becomes, he only rises again and again from the ashes akin to a phoenix.

What a nuisance... Though at the same time, I do respect it. If we didn't have such a conflict of interest, I'd absolutely welcome such a stupendous person as a brother in arms!

And so, despite our differences, it truly is hard to watch a remarkable man fall victim to such ruin...

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BEHIND THE LENS

Chapter 3

What is Mr. Grant up to??? Read on to see.

Remember, this is fanfiction, and Jensen is single. I love to hear your thoughts of how it's going so far. Please let me know.

Pairing. Jensen x reader,

Chapter 3: A Spark Ignited

As the photo shoot's first day came to a conclusion, Saamiya's emotions shifted like a whirlwind, ranging from exhaustion to exhilaration. She observed the crew industriously dismantling equipment and preparing for the following day's shoot. Their goal was to capture Jensen in a more grounded reality, avoiding the fairy tale setting of before. The initial day had served as a test, assessing his versatility, and he had gracefully accepted the challenge.

Approaching Jensen with a warm smile, Saamiya basked in a sense of accomplishment. "You did exceptionally well today, Jensen. I'm genuinely pleased with how the shoot unfolded."

Jensen returned her smile, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. "Thanks, shutterbug. Your guidance and understanding played a huge role."

Saamiya's cheeks flushed, a blend of surprise and delight enveloping her. She looked up from her camera, meeting his gaze with an authentic smile. "I believe it takes more than guidance—it takes the right photographer," she responded. Her voice carried a soft blend of warmth and shyness.

Jensen chuckled, his tone light, echoing the camaraderie developed throughout the day. "You've been behind the lens all day, capturing moments. That nickname suits you well."

Her smile expanded, her shyness dissolving as she embraced the thought behind the moniker. "I can't argue with that," she playfully agreed. "I suppose I've earned it, haven't I?"

Jensen's laughter resonated like a melodic tune in the quiet studio. "Absolutely," he confirmed. "Your passion for photography is quite inspiring."

Pride and joy welled within her at his words. To have someone she admired acknowledge her craft was incredibly gratifying. "Thank you, Jensen. Your words mean a lot," she responded genuinely.

He shrugged, his smile easy. "Just stating the facts sweetheart."

Their conversation flowed with effortless ease, a true testament to the bond nurtured over the course of the photo shoot. Saamiya's newfound self-assuredness radiated from her gaze, and the endearing nickname "Shutterbug" acted as a bridge that united them—a symbol of friendship forged through their shared experiences. The smile that graced her lips was a reflection of her fondness for the moniker, something distinct and endearing that set her apart. It was a name that had breathed new life into her identity, replacing the mundane with a spark of warmth and playfulness.

As the studio gradually settled into a serene hush, their authentic connection hung in the air, hinting at the promise of future creative collaborations.

Their conversation continued, and Saamiya couldn't help but sense that their alliance had grown into something more profound than a mere professional partnership. A connection seemed to extend beyond the photographs, forged through mutual vulnerability and understanding.

Interrupting the momentary quiet, Jensen cleared his throat. "Hey, um, there's something I'd like to ask you."

Saamiya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sure, go ahead." Her hands moved to pack her equipment.

He scratched the back of his head, a hint of nervousness tinting his demeanor. "Well, considering the time we've spent together on this shoot, I wanted to express my appreciation."

Her curiosity deepened. "Appreciation? How so?"

Meeting her gaze directly, Jensen's eyes held a sincerity that caught her attention. "I was thinking, would you be interested in having dinner with me? As a thank-you for your help."

Saamiya blinked, her heart skipping a beat. This turn of events was unexpected. "Dinner? Like, a date?"

He chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Yes, a date. If you're open to it."

A mix of excitement and uncertainty swirled within her. Here was Jensen Ackles, an actor she had admired, asking her out. Her smile brightened, and she couldn't suppress her own excitement. "I'd love to, Jensen."

His smile widened, happiness evident on his face. "Fantastic! How about tomorrow night? I can find a nice place here in New York."

Saamiya nodded with enthusiasm. "Tomorrow night sounds perfect."

As they exchanged contact information and discussed the specifics of their upcoming date, their conversation transitioned to their collaboration and the potential that lay ahead.

Leaning casually against a nearby table, Jensen's gaze turned reflective. "Sam, I've been reflecting on this. With my upcoming projects and convention circuits, I'll be traveling quite a bit. Having someone I trust to capture the behind-the-scenes moments would be invaluable."

Saamiya's eyes lit up at the prospect. "You mean you're interested in having me as your photographer for travels and conventions?"

He nodded. "Yes, your dedication and work have stood out. Plus, I believe we make a great team."

A surge of excitement coursed through Saamiya. The idea of being Jensen's photographer during his travels was both thrilling and humbling. "I'd be honored, Jensen. It's a remarkable opportunity."

He met her enthusiasm with a genuine smile. "I'm glad you're onboard. I have a feeling we can create something extraordinary together."

As they delved into the logistics of their potential partnership, Saamiya felt a renewed sense of affirmation. Her path as a photographer was unfolding in ways she hadn't anticipated. Moreover, a connection with Jensen had transcended professional boundaries – it was a bond forged through shared experiences, mutual respect, and perhaps something more.

As the next day dawned, Saamiya entered her workplace brimming with determination and excitement. Her equipment and the photos from the previous day's shoot were in tow. Her radiant smile stretched from ear to ear as she navigated the office with newfound confidence.

Saamiya's steps held purpose, each movement resonating with a quiet assurance she hadn't exhibited before. Colleagues she passed couldn't help but notice the transformation. Whispers of curiosity and admiration spread, and heads turned to follow her progress with a mix of wonder.

Observing their gazes, Saamiya smirked, a sense of anticipation building within her. "They'll find out soon enough," she mused, reflecting on Jensen's offer from the previous night.

Mr. Grant took note of the shift in her demeanor and, prompted by the whispers, decided to see for himself. A gentle knock on her door signaled his presence, and she acknowledged it with a nod. Though she was engrossed in editing, she welcomed the interruption.

"Good morning, Saamiya," Mr. Grant greeted.

"Good morning, Mr. Grant," she replied, her smile brightening as she looked up from her work.

Mr. Grant's gaze moved between Saamiya's face and the spread of photos on her desk. "It appears you've brought back the results from the Jensen Ackles shoot."

Saamiya nodded, a touch of enthusiasm coloring her voice. "Indeed, I have the initial edits ready. I'm genuinely excited about how they've turned out." With that, she handed him a folder containing the edits.

"Delightful news," Mr. Grant responded, his tone laced with encouragement. "We're eagerly anticipating seeing them."

Handing over the photos, Saamiya observed as he took a moment to peruse them. "You seem different today, Saamiya. A newfound confidence, perhaps?"

A faint blush colored her cheeks, yet she met his gaze unabashedly. "Thank you, Mr. Grant. The experience yesterday was truly remarkable, offering me a fresh perspective."

Mr. Grant nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Stepping into new opportunities can indeed result in transformation. I'm pleased to witness your embrace of it."

"Absolutely. Meeting Jensen was an awe-inspiring encounter," Saamiya responded, her voice a mix of gratitude and enthusiasm. She then handed him her camera, inviting him to explore the photos she captured with Jensen's approval.

"That's excellent to hear," he said, his interest genuine. While she continued with her tasks, he subtly selected a few photos that stood out to him and sent them to himself.

"I should have the final collection ready by 3 pm today. Currently working on some last-minute refinements," Saamiya explained, her dedication evident.

"Terrific. We look forward to it," Mr. Grant replied as he cleared his throat.

"Thank you, sir," Saamiya expressed, her smile sincere. After he left the room, she returned to her work, energized by the exchange and motivated to continue delivering exceptional work. Unbeknownst to her, his motives were anything but pure.

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Amidst her excitement, Saamiya found herself caught in a whirlwind of haste. The anticipation of her date with Jensen set her heart racing as she stood before her closet, assessing her array of clothes. She sought an outfit that would embody her personality while remaining suitable for the occasion. Fingers grazed hangers, pulling out different outfits, only to discard them one after another.

With a growing sense of exasperation, Saamiya eventually settled on a knee-length navy blue dress adorned with delicate floral patterns. It was a personal favorite—simple yet elegant, providing comfort in her own skin. As she donned the dress, the realization that time was slipping away faster than she anticipated washed over her.

Her hands moved with haste as she fastened her necklace, fingers fumbling with the clasp. In her urgency, one earring slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she crouched down to retrieve the runaway accessory.

Amid her search, her phone buzzed on her dresser, eliciting a start. She reached for it hastily, momentarily flustered as she answered the call without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" she responded, her voice tinged with breathlessness.

A familiar chuckle emanated from the other end. "Sam, it's Jensen. Just checking if you're still up for tonight."

Relief washed over her as she recognized the voice. She laughed softly, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "Oh, hey Jensen. Yeah, I'm definitely ready. Just... getting ready."

He chuckled again, his tone warm. "No hurry, Sam. Take your time."

As she ended the call, Saamiya finally located her earring beneath her dresser, her triumphant smile reflecting her success. With her ensemble complete, she paused to calm her racing heart, reminding herself to breathe deeply and relish the moment.

Advancing toward the door, Saamiya readied herself to embark on the evening ahead. Anticipation mingled with a hint of nervousness

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[frankenhxmie]

   　　     　　    　　　  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚢   𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛

timothy turner is based on timmy from the fairly odd parents. he is a 22 year old human, superhero headquarters employee, and uses he/him pronouns. he has no powers.

penned by HARPER

reflection

face claim: jaren lewison sexuality: heterosexual height: 6'1 eye color: blue hair color: brown piercings: n/a tattoos: n/a

attitude

positive traits: adventurous, adaptable, extroverted, imaginative, sentimental, thrifty, passionate negative traits: childish, compulsive, takes almost everything at surface-level, yet simultaneously overthinks constantly, irresponsible at times, scatterbrained likes: comic books, nostalgia, collecting vhs tapes, vans, baseball caps, writing in blue pen, old cartoons, scott pilgrim universe, dad rock, drawing in the margins, go karts, talking a lot dislikes: babysitters, reality television, superman (he is the worst superhero and his mun agrees), not being appreciated, denzel crocker, oranges, clowns, sauerkraut (he's allergic) phobias: coulrophobia ( fear of clowns ) hobbies:  reading and talking about comic books, attempting to make his own comic books, watching tv/movie adaptations of comic books, trying to learn the guitar, forcing his godparents to hang out with him, making mix tapes on actual cassette tapes, trying to come up with the weirdest pizza toppings combination, serial crushing, avoiding talking about the neglect on behalf of his parents. aesthetic: red caps, a well loved graphic lovel, the cartoons on the backside of the sunday newspaper, the crack of a redbull can at random hours of the day, the sound of a guitar tuning, taking the wish you make on your birthday whilst blowing out the candles EXTRA seriously, being alone in a crowded room,

relations

mother: mrs. turner father:  mr. turner god parent(s):  cosmo and wanda cosma sibling(s):  n/a pet(s): two gold fish named poof and foop

headcanons

timmy has RAGING adhd, and due to his parents hardly knowing him, it wasn’t until his late teens that he was able to figure out he had it thanks to the assistance of cosmo and wanda. it heavily impacted his grades in school and made it difficult for him to sit still and focus, something he still struggles with heavily to this day despite being on medication.

timmy really loves the scott pilgrim graphic novel series, and he has the entire hardcover collection on display in his bedroom. in light of that, the movie is also a comfort one of his and he is pretty obsessed with it and any medium scott pilgrim comes in. he sees himself in scott pilgrim and identifies with him.

cosmo and wanda really replaced his absent parents and he looks to them as one would a mother and father. he truly values their opinions and judgements of him and is beyond grateful for everything they had done for him. that isn’t to say he doesn’t get moody or bratty with them sometimes, but they spoiled him when no one else would even hold eye contact. he is constantly trying to find a way to repay them for that.

timmy is a bit of a … serial crusher. when he develops a crush on someone its DEBILITATING. it becomes 50% of his personality and anyone who is in his close circle will know more about timmy’s crush than his own interests or hobbies. it’s embarrassing but timmy just wants to love and be loved. can you blame him??

timmy was the kind of kid who would hide under the covers with a flashlight after bedtime, staying up late into the evening just diving into the worlds of his heroes and their adventures, using their stories to lull him into a dream where he was just as adored and admired as the characters in his comics. comics truly were a support system for him before cosmo and wanda and they still are to this day.

sometimes, timmy gets mad he couldn’t keep cosmo and wanda as his god parents. he feels a ridiculous sense of jealousy if they ever talk about other kids and is devastated by even the CONCEPT of having to share them. there have been many times where timmy has just sat down on his bed and pleaded with the universe to turn time back so he can go back to the times he spent with them, having every wish he could imagine granted, having not a care in the world.

he actually... doesn't know the names of his parents. they never talked to him about himself or themselves enough for any sort of conversation regarding their names to even be brought up. so, he simply doesn't know their names- not that it matters much now.

[cybervesna]

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Why not, I decided I will give some spotlight to my guilty pleasure baby - Himiko  💛

💛 First of all she technically doesn’t exist lol. Let me explain: Himiko started as an April Fool’s joke baby of my Vincent and Hanako at the old server I was in, 2 years ago. She’s not part of my “official headcanons” but she’s my guilty pleasure headcanon I run for comfort when I want to be mushy and cute and have happy vibes thinking that despite everything my otp got together for so long and they’re somehow happy. So technically, she’s in additional AU to my Blaze of Glory AU where Hanako never went nomad with Vincent cuz instead of leaving with Aldecaldos after the Devil Ending, he decided to do the gig from Mr. Blue-Eyes gaining worldwide fame as the most dangerous man alive. I hope that means sense.  💛 Himiko is lab-made baby! I can imagine that since Hanako is chromed she’s already infertile in 2077, but after all she is the Arasaka so I bet her eggs were stored for the sake of Arasakas future. So Himiko was made in-vitro, in womb like enviroment in the most top secret Arasaka Labs in Tokyo.  💛 Her existence is kept secret from the world, kind of. In 2081 a year after her “birth” Saburo informed the public that he was blessed with new member of Arasaka family - a child of his beloved daughter Hanako, and her husband Vincenzo Giovanna. However, it was everything the public knew for decades to come. Instead Himiko was given a secret surname as Himiko Ikeda (hehe in my nomad ff Hanako is undercover as Asami Ikeda), and had pretty much what would seem a normal kid experience growing up in Kyoto, going to school like any other kid. In reality it was really stresfull situation where she developed a fear towards other peers, being scared of befriending anyone, afraid they will realize who she is and her life would be ruined. However that did not stopped her from being the leader among others as she even was the Head of the Student’s Council in her High School.  💛 In her childhood, when her father’s cat who was her bestest friend - Nibbles - died due to old age, her grandfather used this as opportunity to play on little Himiko. Instead of “another stray cat” in the family, Saburo gifted Himiko a baby of the last living lions that she named Kumo (meaning: cloud). Of course her parents were outraged by this, as it was super dangerous, and they needed to keep Lion Trainers around. Years later due to Kumo being an offspring of already struggling animals, he turned out to have a lot of health problems that slowly became uncurable. When Kumo started getting his first cybernetic parts Himiko swore she herself will find a way to save his life, therefore she pursued her interest in cybernetics and ended up designing life-saving parts that she asked her mother to make the software for. At the end Himiko and Hanako saved Kumo, and he lived many more years with her. Thanks to behavioral chip that Hanako wrote, Kumo was unable to cause harm to Himiko or the family, so the trainers and precautions weren’t needed anymore.  💛 Those who knew of her existence had mixed opinions. She was either loved, or shamed for variety of reasons. The most prominient one was Saburo’s own way of thinking that Vincent’s genes disgrace purity of Arasaka bloodline.  P.S. I have to make future appearances for Hanako and Vincent just to take pics with her  😭