#She's either really easy to find music for. Or am just that eel about him

[ferngle]

sha-boom sha-boom yadadaddada

some other random stuff aswell-

[milknette]

chapter 05 - jagged stone

we’re making waves of conversation; got a rush of energy, getting high on humans.

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THE CONCERT arena is absolutely packed.

Marinette’s only too grateful that Nino’s apparent connections allow them to slip past the crowds of humans, noisily screaming and bumping over each other as they try to catch a glimpse of their idol.

Even seeing them all gathered together is more than enough to give her a headache, and she can’t help but wonder how Nino survives through, much less enjoys it all— after having proudly told her that he worked similar shows and events whenever he had the time.

“You like this?” Marinette tries to ask, although she’s quite sure her voice is effectively drowned out by the noise around her.

(Mermaids aren’t one for loud places: they like the peace and quiet of the ocean— all-natural sounds outside of the ‘synthetic’ music of the humans, which they argue isn’t anything more than noise.)

Nino responds like there isn’t any problem. “Doesn’t seem to make sense since I’m a merman, huh?” He shouts back, laughing as they navigate through the concert hall. “But I think there’s a lot of things that our kind brushes off too quickly without really taking the time off to appreciate it. So we keep missing out.”

“What do you mean by that—?”

He and Alya share a meaningful look, with the latter rolling her eyes and playfully nudging his side. “He just means that if you were more open, you’d probably enjoy yourself a lot more.”

Marinette doesn’t get to respond— or even ponder on that question, however, as they’re led through a guarded door, entering backstage.

It’s a lot more quiet and less crowded, though the area buzzes with activity; people either giving or taking orders, rushing around as they attempt to ready everything for the concert in half an hour.

“Come on,” Nino tells them, waving his hand forward. “I have to get ready, but Adrien’s somewhere around here so he can show you around.”

(They don’t have to look long— finding him animatedly speaking with a group of stagehands who altogether seem to hang on to his every word.)

“Of course,” Alya laughs lightly, as he notices the group come into view.

Adrien doesn’t even take a second thought before rushing over to them, evidently leaving a group of unenthused fans in his wake. “Alya, you’re here!” he greets, before turning toward the mermaid and smiling. “And Marinette— a pleasure, as alwaves. I’m glad you made it.”

“Believe me, it wasn’t easy to get her to go,” Alya responds instead, rolling her eyes. Then: “or would ‘beelieve’ it be more on-brand?”

Adrien laughs goodnaturedly. Marinette’s only trying to recall where the deepest trench is in their area.

(Just for reference.)

At that moment, a stagehand rushes over to Nino, holding a clipboard as he rushedly asks him to hurry over for a sound check.

“Guess that’s my cue to go,” Nino finally says; then, with a sudden (almost wicked) grin: “Alya, wanna see my setup?”

“What? I’ve seen your setup a thou—,” a nudge, then: “oh… yeah, I’d love to!”

“Adrien, you’d be good to show Marinette around right?” Nino asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

The two of them share a meaningful look, and after a brief second, Adrien nods, shyly smiling at the mermaid. “Don’t mind if I dew,” he replies. “Come on, I’ll shoal you around!”

Terrible. Terrible. Terribly cute.

Marinette nods, and they begin to go around the set. Adrien’s a great guide, and he easily navigates through the venue to show and explain to her the different tasks that are being done. (She’s trying to listen, really: but it’s much more interesting to watch him animatedly talk about something he evidently enjoys.)

Only because he’s being a good friend to her, of course.

.

.

“How have you never listened to Jagged Stone?!” Adrien’s clearly in shock, and she has to stop herself from laughing. “Who hasn’t even heard of Jagged Stone?!”

After some time going around, they take a break in a more quiet part of the stage area. And after a lengthy conversation about the concert, she’d accidentally exposed what Adrien had kindly called ‘the greatest sin of all time’.

“It’s not like we have Jagged Stone underwater!”

“But you’ve been on land for a month,” he rebuts, shaking his head. “There is no excuse that you haven't listened to the greatest musician of all time.”

“He’s human, he can’t be that great.” Marinette pauses, then rolls her eyes. “Besides, I think you’re being a little dramatic.” 

“And I think you’re not making the most of your time here,” Adrien argues. “Come on, you’re stuck with us humans for a year. You might as whale make the most of it, and give us a chance.”

(Marinette catches the pun, but she ultimately decides to ignore it.)

“I am making the most of it!”

“Really? So what have you done in your first month here?” She’s about to protest, and he continues. “Aside from this concert. Which Nino and Alya basically had to corner you to go to.”

Marinette pauses, then audibly hmphs, knowing she’d been caught.

“I’m just saying,” Adrien points out. “Not all humans or human-related things are inherently bad. Some of what we do is pretty cool.”

“Sure,” she replies dryly. “Like toxic oil spills, trash pollution, dynamite fishing, coral mining, canal-digging and dam-building… need I go on?”

“I mean, of course those things are bad— but you can’t just use that as a reason to hate on all land mammals as a whole,” he explains, then pauses briefly. “Though I do get the feeling of wanting to throw those kinds of people into the ocean. And if you ever do meet them, don’t worry; I’ll be your willing partner in coralime.”

Marinette feels her lips curve into a smile, and nods. “That was pretty awful.”

“It still made you smile, though.”

Can’t argue with that.

Then she takes a moment to think about the rest of his points, as her eyes wander off to the humans busily walking around her— seeing them working together to make something a reality. And she spares a moment to look at Adrien, who continues to prove that everything she’s ever known about humans was wrong.

(For the first time, maybe since ever, she doesn’t quite mind being the only mermaid in the room.)

The lights suddenly flash around them, and Marinette subconsciously grabs his arm in surprise.

He laughs. “Don’t worry, that just means the show’s about to start,” Adrien explains, before standing up. “Come on, let’s go and support Nino.”

Marinette prepares to let go of his arm, but he easily manoeuvres it in a way that they end up holding hands.

They’re holding hands.

He… they… 

?!!!?!?!??!

“What are you just standing around for?” He asks, smiling as she dumbly looks at their interlocked fingers.

“I— just— I— uh.”

His hands are warm, but the good kind: the kind that makes her want to melt in the absolute best way possible.

Adrien gently pulls her forward, the same expression on his face; something she can’t exactly describe, but is definitely two things: (1) something she’s never felt before, and (2) something she wants to keep feeling forever.

They walk together to meet up with Alya, and are consequently guided to a stage area where they’re able to watch the rest of the concert.

Alya looks at their linked hands, then stares at Marinette in a half-victory and half-I-told-you-so expression. 

She pointedly ignores it, and decides to try and enjoy herself.

Nino is wonderful. He plays a beat that reminds her of ocean sounds, and she can’t help but miss home with it.

When Jagged Stone comes on to perform, Marinette immediately pins his personality down to be loud and chaotic and nothing short of intense— playing something that mermaids would objectively call as nothing but absolute noise.

As he continues to beat down on his guitar and scream, however, Marinette begins to think that maybe she likes it.

She watches Alya and Adrien excitedly screaming back, with the former documenting the whole event on her phone. Adrien pauses to look at her upon noticing her gaze, offering one of the brightest grins she’s ever seen him give.

She’s wrong.

Marinette likes it a lot, actually.

[unicyclehippo]

Jouska for Beau imagining all the ways confessing to Jester would go, maybe? I love your writing!

she thinks about telling her when they step out from tidepeak and into the nicodranian streets. the midday sun casts a statue of gold out of jester and she wants to say - something? anything? but the moment passes. fjord’s shoulder bumps into hers and he mutters an unbothered ‘sorry, careful,’ before slinging an arm over her shoulders. beau reaches up. wants to curl an arm around his waist, wants to return his easy affection. instead, she flicks him and shrugs the arm off.

he doesn’t seem to mind. ‘the day is ours!’ he says, voice pitched for their entire group to hear. ‘what the fuck do we wanna do? what’s the plan!’

‘we have a plan?’

‘first that i am hearing of it.’

‘i never really took you for a planning man, fjord, that’s nice, that’s seems like - ah - like growth. that’s great.’

‘do we wanna see if orly is around?’ someone finally suggests, and they draw their attention from teasing fjord toward their actual mission.

‘or visit your mum, jester,’

‘yeah, totally, yeah we can do that for sure, yes,’

beau thinks about saying it. saying something—hey, why are you upset? hey, do you not wanna see your mum? hey, i think you’re sad, which is a thing i can super recognise and relate to because i’m a bit fucked up at the moment and maybe it’s hypocritical of me to say this but i’d do anything to maybe ease a fraction of your pain, if you’d let me try.

she doesn’t say any of that.

//

she thinks about telling her when jester comes back in the afternoon, dress bag in hand, hanging the hook over the top of the door and peeling back the bag to show the suit beneath. it’s easily the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her—the only gift beau can remember being given, maybe ever, certainly for a long ass time—and it’s not some handout thing but a suit. that jester—and caduceus, sure—had made. for her. for her, specifically.

‘jes...it’s—‘

words fail and she grabs for her friend instead, wraps her in a tight hug.

‘thank you! this is—yeah,’

‘that’s the reaction i was looking for,’ jester says with a laugh. ‘try it on, we have time for some minor alterations maybe. let me know how it fits!’

‘you’re not staying?’

‘i have to give yasha her dress and fjord his coat. but i’ll be back!’

‘to try on your dress?’

jester’s smile is contained, barely, and she nods a few times fast. ‘did you look?’

‘nah. figured you’d want it to be a surprise. unless—i mean—did you want me to look?’

‘no, no, a surprise is good! it’s going to be beautiful.’

beau thinks about telling her then. that the dress has no choice—it’ll be on jester so of course it’ll look amazing. that she’s looking forward to it. that she could get a matching tie or something, if that’s what jester wanted. she thinks about telling her that jester surprises her all the time with her thoughtful nature, her kindness, her creativity—her beauty is the least surprising thing about her.

she doesn’t say that either.

//

they don’t get the chance to dance. beau does, and fjord, but that’s to escape suspicion and it totally works and it’s the smallest bit weird at all. but the rest of them don’t and it’s kind of sad, beau thinks, that they’re invited to a shindig like that—fancy, beautiful, good food once she stops freaking out about the drifting eel-like creatures that move through the tables—and they spent the whole time following essek around and not having any fun at all.

the party is winding to a close by the time they make it back—ostensibly to thank the marquis for having them, in reality to collect marion from where they had abandoned her and maybe, maybe, let someone know about the man mysteriously trapped on the balcony above. faint music drifts through the space still from a band set in the shadowed corner, out of sight.

the glow from the small hanging lights makes jester’s shoulders shine and glitter as she makes her way toward where they had seen her mama last.

‘jester?’ the girl turns at the sound of her name, brows raised. ‘do you—i know you didn’t get to enjoy yourself tonight, what with lord fuckhead finding us straight away and the whole thing with—lord thane.’

jester shakes her head, laughs. ‘it was kind of fun, actually. telling sharpe what to do.’

‘yeah that was a power move, that was awesome,’ beau agrees. nods. she lifts a hand to her ascot, adjusts it nervously. this is stupid, this is so fucking stupid, she shouldn’t do it, she shouldn’t—‘do you wanna dance?’

‘with you?’

beau forces a smile. feels it form rough, unkind, exactly not the way fjord has taught her. ‘i mean, you’ve got your pick of dance partners. i just thought—this could’ve been your scene and you should get to enjoy it. at least for tonight.’

‘that’s true. okay!’ jester hurries back to her, holds out her hand.

beau takes it.

she thinks about telling her. comes pretty close, too. thinks about telling her how lovely she looks in the dusk pink dress, how beautifully her tattoo comes up in the candlelight.

‘your mum is somethin’ else, huh?’

‘mhm!’

‘beautiful voice. and it’s pretty wild that she stepped out for you. that’s hard for her.’

‘yeah. it really is.’

‘well. you deserve that.’

‘mama being uncomfortable?’

‘your mum stepping out of her comfort zone for you. she’s working hard.’

‘she really is.’

beau nods. takes the hand jester offers her and steps close. it is jester who closes the distance, setting her other hand on beau’s hip with a cheerful ‘we have to stand like this, beau!’ and yanking her right in. they sway slowly, turning to the gentle music, and beau hums when the music repeats itself.

‘i’ve never been to a real party before.’

‘most of them are shit. super boring. lots of rich bastards talking about how much money they have and what they’re gonna do with all of it.’

‘have you been to a party then?’

beau shrugs. ‘a few. nothing as nice as this place, but a few. always had to wear a dress. this is nicer.’ she thinks about telling her what it means, how it feels, to be seen by jester. ‘this is good,’ is what she says.

[swanky-batman]

Twisted Tales- Bucky x Little Mermaid Part 1/3

Bucky Barnes (as merman) and Reader (as Ursula the Sea Witch)

Warnings: Probably a little violence, drinking, maybe even a little swearing at some point.

So, this was supposed to be a one shot, that could have other storylines spin offs if people wanted them- like Steve x Tangled or Loki x Beauty and the Beast- but it got a little long. ;\ Also, I’m just trying this out- so I would love some feedback! I added the description near the top so you could get the feel for it. Thanks for reading <3 (I love the drawing for this!! <3 not mine, credit in pic.)

Masterlist      Twisted Tales Masterlist

Part 2    Part 3

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In this Twisted combination, Bucky Barnes is Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid. And he wants to visit the water so much. So when his father allows his to take a ship out for his birthday, he happily accepts- regardless of the promises he made once he got back. With one slightly shady character, he makes a deal- and his ship gets hit by massive waves; instead of Ariel saving our Prince Bucky, he turned into a merman. He can’t believe how much of this underwater world exists- now he’s being chased by this weird little girl with red hair that won’t leave him alone, and the only help he can get is from you-the reader, as Sea Witch Ursula.

“Coming,” Prince Bucky shouted down the hall after being called, pulling his gaze away from the water.

“You’re always looking out there,” Sighed his father, “There are more important things.”

“Right.” He replied, “What’s so wrong with the water again?”

His father rolled his eyes a little, “What if we made a deal?”

Bucky’s eyebrow twitched, “About?”

“You will pay less attention to the water- a lot less. In exchange, for your birthday I’ll send you out on a ship to celebrate, away from the fancy party. And-” Here it comes, that was too easy- Bucky thought, “You’ll get more serious about finding a bride.”

His face hardened a little, trying on that mask he cleverly wore around his father. “Will there be fancy people I don’t know on the ship?”

“None. Only the people you want on there for the entire day.” The king responded.

He thought about it for a minute, “I will look more and go to more events- only if I get to take a walk every night along the water.”

The king’s eyes gleamed, “Deal.” He held out his hand and Bucky shook it.

--

The time went by and the ship and people gathered for the day. Bucky didn’t have a lot of friends outside the castle but he invited them all. He wanted there to be drinking and fun, surrounded by water.

“Ready, sir?”

“More than ready!” Bucky answered, boarding the ship.

After leaving port, they all started the music and dancing along the main deck. He noticed someone on the ship that he didn’t recognize, so he went up to talk to them.

The stranger was wearing a dark hood over their face.

“Hey there,” Bucky greeted, “Did my father send you?” He lowered his voice a little.

“No, not at all. I’m supposed to keep an eye on a buddy of mine.” His voice seemed unusually low.

“Uh-huh.” Bucky looked at him.

“I hear you like the water quite a bit, my prince.”

“I do, yes.”

“And your father doesn’t?”

“Correct again, stranger.”

“It seems to me, you should be free to explore the water.”

“I’m liking you more and more.” Bucky chuckled.

“You know, it’s said that my expertise is in underwater breathing.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky asked. He nodded.

“I can train you if you want, but I do have a contract. So no worries get pushed on me.”

Bucky debated for a minute. “I only have today.”

“My training only takes a couple of hours to complete.” The stranger laughed, “But if you would prefer not to, then so be it.” He turned.

“No, I’m interested.” Bucky stopped him. The man pulled out the contract to sign. Bucky started to read it over when another man called him from the other side of the deck. Bucky signed it quickly and ran off to the other side.

Suddenly, there was a bolt of thunder in the otherwise clear sky. It got dark within another couple of minutes, and the waves started to get bigger. The boat rocked, Bucky losing his balance, sliding. Another bolt of lightning, and the ship was hit this time.

Bucky got flipped overboard, under a piece of ship. He struggled, trying to get free- trying to conserve his breath. He lost his patience and gave in to a gulp of breath. To his surprise, it felt like he could breathe. He did it again, opening his eyes, pushing away from the hunk of ship.

He blinked and shook his head, what the heck happened to his legs?

“You okay?” A girl swam up to him, with flowing red hair.

Bucky shrieked a little, was he hearing her? And her legs, they were…

“You’re funny,” She laughed, “You look- have I seen you before?”

“I-I don’t think so.” Bucky answered back. Okay, he was either dead or knocked unconscious.

“Say, do you wanna hang out?” She twitched her eyebrow.

“Err, not now. Thanks.”

“Aww, come on. I’ll show you my- collection.” She smiled, swimming around him.

“I’m alright, thanks.” Bucky said again, getting a little more annoyed. He went to move and went pretty smoothly. He noticed the girl pouting and watching him.

He moved along, his eyes finally seeming to be adjusted to the water. She followed. He swam faster, trying to dodge her.

“Leave me alone.” He called.

“Come on…” She pouted, “I want to see you, and I get what I want.”

“How annoying.” He swam deeper and deeper into an area, finally diving into a dark cavern. She seemed to be lurking about so he dove deeper into it.

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“Who-are-you?” You said in a menacing voice. The man seemed to be startled, turning around- his eyes widening. “Why is there a merman in my cave?” You put your hands on your hips.

“I-I’m sorry.” He looked you over, “I was just trying to escape this girl with red hair.”

You snickered, “It’s probably Ariel. She has no shame.”

“And who are you?” His eyebrow twitched.

You laughed, sounding deeply maniacal, “You enter my home, and demand to know who I am?”

“You’re right, I apologize.” Bucky cleared his throat, “I’m sorry it’s just been a- weird day.”

You sensed something, and went and circled him, your lips curling, “How interesting! You’re- human?”

He looked shocked, “How- How did you know?!”

“Honey, I’m what you would call- a witch. Sea witch to be specific.” You tsked, “You’ve been naughty and signed something, haven’t you?”

He gasped a little, “The contract?” He paused, running his hand through his hair. “Is all of this real?! That girl? And you’re real?”

“I assure you, I am real.” You laughed again, touching your necklace. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Ursula.”

“I’m Pr- Bucky. Just Bucky.”

Your eyebrow twitched, “Well, just Bucky. Ariel’s probably gone,” You smiled to him, “Now leave.”

“Leave? Wait, help me!”

“Why should I help you?! Isn’t this what you wanted, anyways?” You smirked.

He nodded, “I just. I have to find out why…”

You sighed, “Strays coming in all the time. Wanting my help.”

“Who else needs your help?” Bucky asked.

“Are you kidding?” You turned, “Oh, right. You’re human. ‘King’ Triton stole the trident from the last king, bringing him and his runts into the palace. Except he is horrendous. He is cruel, attacking anyone who doesn’t give him or his daughters everything they want.”

“That seems unfair.”

“Right.” You confirmed, “So,” You sighed, “The Sea Witch, me, is becoming a hot commodity. As someone who has explored a lot of the open sea, they ask me for nicer areas to try and hide out.” Your eyes flashed, getting a sense from Flotsam and Jetsam- your eels. “He’s on his way with a pissed off daughter in tow. Hide in the other room.” You looked to him, “Now!” You commanded. He did as he was told, before a stamping of trident happened at the edge of your cavern.

“King Triton?” You questioned, coming near the mouth. “What can I do for you?”

“Ursula.” He looked gloomy. “Have you been helping hide people away again?”

“What are you talking about?” Trying your best to look absolutely confused. It must have worked.

“If you see a man with dark hair and a reddish tail- turn him in. He is on the run from us.” He boomed.

“Oh,” You gasped, “How dreadful.” You pouted a little, stealing a glimpse of annoyed looking Ariel, “I hope everyone is alright.”

“For now.” He confirmed, turning to leave. “And Ursula, I’m watching you.”

“Yes, my king.” You closed your eyes, trying not to have a bite to your words. They left, and you had Flotsam and Jetsam follow them to make sure they were out of sight. “Too bad you look too good for poor little Ariel.” You entered the room, finding him looking through some of your potions- you surprised him, and he knocked one off the spot it fit into. “Careful!” You grabbed at it with a tentacle, as it floated upwards. “That’s helium. Kind of hard to get bottled down here.” You frowned, going to secure it back in it’s spot.

“I’m sorry. What is all of this stuff for?”

“I use it for some medications, wounds after dealing with Triton- and sometimes other things.” You didn’t feel the need to explain everything to him.

“I really appreciate the help.” He smiled to you, “Also, the fact you have working tentacles and pet eels is totally amazing.”

You felt a little rush, most of the people down here ignored you until they needed you. And even then, afterwards they were gone. None had complimented her.

“I hope that’s not a weird thing to say.” He scratched his head, “I don’t know if it’s common or anything.”

“It’s fine, human.” You answered, turning so he couldn’t see you smirk. “So- how can I help you?”

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[briteboy]

MORE ASKS I’VE BEEN IGNORING!!!!!!!

GET ‘EM WHILE THEY’RE HOT

P.S. ALL OF U WHO SENT ME THE CHAIN THINGY ILYSOMUCH 

Why is her step-douche such a foken piece of shit? omg i hate him

some mysteries are never meant to be explained tbh. why is he so ugly and evil? who wronged him? but also who cares he’s in jail forever now good riddance ugly

I know this is probably really bad, but after I saw the newest molly posts, I thought of that video where the little girl is yelling "MISS KEISHA, MISS KEISHA, oh my fukin gosh she fukin dead"

OMFGFD I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THAT VIDEO WAS SO I JUST WATCHED IT AND I’M LAUGHIN

i don’t blame u i bet when it happens i’m gonna be like “u know she ded”

(To the previous anon) i agree with you so, so much! In Poland, these dumbass politicians are letting shooting pregnant bisons (?? Im not sure how they're called) become legal. Like BITCH WHAT. Can you imagine??? A fucking pregnant lil' cow getting shot????? I feel Molly's pain on an emotional level rn (sorry if this is too nsfw, just needed to get that outta my system...)

i think this was in response to someone saying that hurting pregnant women is one of the worst crimes but um WTF shooting animals at all makes me itchy but pregnant ones..............nah that’s......nah

it’s ok get it outta ur system i’m here 4 u

the first thing I check in the morning is your account.... you have me whipped! ;|

OMG WHA LMAO REALLY that’s wild. i feel like i’m the only one who looks at my page which is dumb but like idk i still feel like a little kid that no one cares about lmao. but then you guys exist and amaze me with your responsiveness every day and i just ;____________; ily all

hi Sunny. first of all i'm gonna say i love your story and your editing style so much! your blog is goals like literally. i need an advice if you don't mind. you always find such amazing angles for your pictures while mine are so boring. any tips or tricks you can share?

HI thank you so much ;-; sooooo i’ve been thinking about this question the past couple of times i went in game, trying to figure out how to describe how i take pictures. for one thing i live in tab mode lmao. meaning you press the tab button on your keyboard to go into camera mode and get all these sexy angles and super zoom and stufffff. i almost always zoom in super far idk why. so there’s one tip. i honestly just play around with going up and down with the q and e keys (i think?) until i find angles i like. i take a lottttt of pictures with so many different angles just so i have a lot to choose from. basically i try to focus on different things in each picture in order to get a mix of the most diverse and dynamic shots possible. you just need to experiment and get creative. i know that’s the most vague advice ever but really just try a new angle that you’ve never considered before and i bet you’ll get cool results. an interesting setting is also the biggest factor, because certain objects and their placements will give you interesting results. 

i honestly want to print out your reaction pic to that one post and just hang it on my wall, put it in my heart locket necklace, stamp it on people's faces, start an email thread with it. i love it.

an add on to the last ask i sent about your reaction pic. i've been looking at it religiously since it was posted, and i dont regret a minute of it. LMAO I'LL STOP NOW.

SAKJDLJKGKSDAF STOPPPP LMAOOO i looked so ugly but that was my pure unadulterated reaction to that question and i trust you all to not judge my ugliness and instead share this reaction with me. i’m glad u liked it that much, i just printed it out and i’m cutting it into a small heart to put inside ur locket ok

everytime i hear cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant i think of a serious case of the novembers like its so fitting and then i get all emo when i listen to it lmao rip

OMMMMGGGGGGG YESSSSS how have i never made that connection before honestly. cage the elephant is one of my faves and i’ve seen them perform twice actually!! i’m watching the music vid for that song now and even that reminds me of my story ;-; i cry

thank you for sending this, and also i cry @ the fact that you used the actual title *dies* now this song is gonna make me emo til the end of time thx

i might sound like some crazy stalker fan but i just want to say you are so freakin awesome and nice and funny and cute and (i can go on forever) so caring! i love your blog so much and all the hard work and care you put into all your posts and followers. thanks for making my day and making me smile so much. you have no clue how much i look forward to seeing your posts and your hilarious hashtags and answers from asks and AMAZING story posts. im sorry i just wanted to let you know ur awesome ily

OFMG WHAT!!!!!! I AM ONLY AN EEL!!!!!! but no you don’t sound like a crazy stalker, i actually love this, you’re too sweet, thank you ;-; i’m just blushin so much reading this omg. YOU EVEN LIKE MY TAGS WOW that’s true love. ily ;-; <333

how do you get your sims' facial expressions to line up with your scenes? I feel like my sims' faces are never right :(

tbh i just use a lot of the same neutral poses...my go-to’s are @helgatisha‘s poses lol. they’re the easiest to work with when i do just plain talking scenes, and often i tweak my sims’ eyebrows and mouths with the liquify tool if i want them to look a bit more concerned, sad, mad, happy, etc., it works like a charm!! i also tend to play around with angles, you’d be surprised how much a different angle can enhance a scene.

Hey smol bean, I'm sent you an ask and now I feel bad that it probably made you feel anxious because you didn't answer it. It was the one about you not liking my posts, I have anxiety too so I'm sorry If I made you feel sad. I think I'm just looking for validation from people I look upto you get me? Anyway sorry again, don't worry about it! Love you!

hiya bb, i know you saw my answer to your original post (and i’m sorry it got some negative attention, i didn’t mean for that to happen by any means) anyway don’t sweat it, and i really appreciate this follow-up message. you didn’t make me feel sad, i just wanna know what i can do. it’s just a hard question y’know. i understand what you mean, i think everyone wants validation to some degree. tbh you can just come off anon and message me, i promise it’s not as nerve-wracking as it seems! ily

How did you make Santi's tattoos? I want some like that for my Sims but idk how to do it

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I HAVE A FEELING THAT MOLLY IS GOING TO DIE DURING THE BIRTH OF THE BEAN OR IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HER STEPFATHER FINDING OUT ABOUT THE BEAN

WELP U WERE RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING

how did you make your characters page on your blog like that?

uoohhh like what?? i used this theme (monolog) if that’s what you mean aheh. here’s a guide on how to use custom page themes

okay so THIS IS MY THEORY: they might keep the baby and molly might actually carry it to full term, but then the kid dies in childbirth and either molly also dies or maybe kills herself or gets killed later? or maybe she's still alive but just won't speak to santi anymore cause she like can't look him in the eye after all of that or idk?? since ppl were sending theories i wanted to add mine lmao. another possible theory is that the stepdad finds out and kills her but thats TOO DARK omg

TOO DARK U SAY...WELL!!! it’s not AS dark as you guessed but only marginally

If Molly turns out to be alive and raising their kid alone (though from what I'm seeing in response to most questions I think that may not be the route) am I allowed to slap Santi (unless Molly didn't give him the option to help) because raising a child alone is not easy I've watched my mom do it for years.

YEAH i would give you permission to slap him lmao he would be a grade A piece o’ shit if that were the case. i would never ever write that tho because santi does own up to his actions if they’re that detrimental. his altruistic nature, no matter how backwards, would never allow him to do that.

There will be complication with the abortion so she will not be able to carry a baby anymore and she's going to kill herself OR her step dad is going to find out and he'll beat her to death. And in both situation Santi his blaming himself because he wasn't there at the right time... Okay I really really hope I'm wrong now !

I don't even follow your story very closely but every time I see your posts my heart hurts.

OMFG...that’s how u know the pain is real

but like wow my stuff is really so visceral that even my apathetic followers can feel the hurt...that’s real...that’s real my guy

omg!! you should 100% play or at least watch a playthrough of life is strange! legit the best game ever made, its so beautiful. the storyline kills you a thousand times over (much like your beautiful story) <3333

yaaaa i’ve heard lots of good things about it!! my bf played it actually, maybe he’ll revisit it again someday and i’ll watch him do it (i’m only a fan of video games if i can watch them like a movie lmao) thank you btw <3

I am shook and I worship you and your story and you are amazing WOW BYE

WORSHIP LMAO WHAT!!! PLS I AM UNDESERVING...ily tho don’t worship false gods

Do you let Molly and the younger versions of your characters frolic around your main save or do they have a separate one?

UM YES LMAO because i didn’t even know you could have separate saves until after i started the flashbacks lmao i’m...a noob. i don’t want separate saves anyway because 1) it’s too much of a hassle switching back and forth and 2) it gets too confusing for me and i’d be afraid of overwriting one save with another and NOPE too much anxiety for that soooo yeah there’s three santis in my game: child, teen and adult lmfao (fun fact: teen santi’s name is literally just Lil Santi)

I made it to my senior year with 6 A's and 1 B ... Be proud of me too? 😂 Lmao I told this to people and some of them were just like .. okay cool?! LMAO it's so funny but also kinda sad

I AM PROUD OF YOU TOO!!!!!!!!! my smart childrens

“okay cool” UM PLEASE that’s a feat...at my school if you got an A in a class in senior year you were allowed to be exempt from the final. so yeah that rules. ily