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essentiallyleaf · 1 year ago

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day 05. thigh riding. with. sullyoon.

1689 words.

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kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, subby girlfriend sullyoon, photographer reader who gets dommy at some point, the reader is kind of a dunce in this one, i’m sorry reader, the writer is kind of stupid, and a bully, a decent amount of floof methinks, thigh riding, a note of ass play, and a note of feeding/oral fixation maybe?, squirting, freestyle punctuation, basically unedited.

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i don’t know, it’s all up in the air, really. ignorantly, leaf.

“That’s not fair, you promised we were gonna play today!” Yoona whines while stomping her feet on the parquet.

“I said we were going to play today, after I’m done with work” You correct her, matter-of-factly.

You know how much she cares. This is the first time you’re not traveling when she has a weekend off in months. She just wanted to spend it together. Maybe bake with you, and end up throwing flour and chocolate powder on each other, maybe make blue and sand colored beads, have them break and crawl on the floor attempting to fetch them for the next twenty-five minutes, and definitely have extra-long sessions of lazy sex, through meals, through bathtime, through her playing Zelda, then passing you the Switch, then through you playing Zelda. That’s what she was looking forward to doing today. To you, the fact that you can’t spend a lovely and horny weekend with your girlfriend because a client decided, the day before the deadline, that they needed the photos to “look younger, fresher!” and that the best way of accomplishing that was adding a comic book filter on them and changing all the fonts to resemble those “BOOM!”’s and “POW!”’s that your grandfather used to read while HE WAS FIGHTING THE GREAT WAR, mr. Russo! Because “that’s what kids are into these days! Superheroes!”??? And your grandfather is DEAD.

To you - as I was saying - that felt unfair. But to Yoona, whose pouting face looks sooo cute, the expectation of a weekend of fun with her boyfriend was a fair one. And as you recognize that, you realize that with your dismissive answer you were being kind of an ass.

“Hey, I’m sorry, okay?” You pat her shoulders and back, then stroke it softly as she looks down at her feet. They’re naked, just like the rest of her legs, she dropped her pants as soon as she got in your apartment, as per her habit. It started with her wearing oversized shirts (usually yours) with no shorts underneath for comfort reasons, then the tees quickly got shorter and shorter and now she’s just wearing a white cropped top and a pair of light pink panties with a tiny tiny bow in the center, leaving her entire stomach and a good half of her buttcheeks for all, or rather just for you to see. “You wanna take some selfies on the Polaroid while I finish?”

You have plenty of cameras, but that’s the one you bought for her. It’s so hip, and trendy, she said. You told her she could bring it wherever, and take pictures of the places she visits (last year she went to Japan with two of her girl friends, it was beautiful, she said, but she didn’t take many pictures; you didn’t go because you were on one of your work trips in Malaysia, and you took way too many) but Yoona wanted to leave it in your house, for “I only care about photos where I’m with you”.

“I already have…”

You are certain she made sure you were somewhere in the background of the shot, as she always does when she takes selfies.

She puffs her cheeks while pouting. She’s too adorable not to look at and too bored to sit idle on the couch for another God-knows-how-many hours. Two problems to solve.

“You wanna come sit on my lap while I work?” Sounds like a win-win.

She nods cutely. You sit at the living room table (the lighting is best here) and she follows you. Instead of sitting with her back towards you, or perpendicularly to you, though, she straddles one of your shorts-covered thighs, facing you, the exposed part of her buttcheeks in direct contact with the skin of your knee. You look at her puzzled, and maybe a little suspicious. She just smiles. That’s good enough for you. She just wants to look at you in the face, you think. Add another adorbs point to the count (4? Just about her average per 5 minutes).

As you start working, laptop in front of you, water and a tangerine on the side, she tucks her chin in your shoulder and wraps her arms around you. Then you feel a subtle movement on your thigh. It starts as a small pressure, her body seemingly getting heavier and heavier on you, and then slowly gaining speed on the sagittal axis, getting broader with each swing.

“Baby…”

She doesn’t respond, only moves her hands from your lower back up to your shoulders and widens the radius of her pendulum. You think you know where this is going.

“Yoonagi~”

She stops immediately, seemingly getting out of her trance. That’s the pet name you gave her; must have been a reward for record adorbs points in a day.

“I won’t bother you,” (while I keep doing what I'm doing, is the part of the sentence that’s only silent), she pulls her head back to look you in the eyes, the cutie pout is still there (5). “Please?”

“Try not to move too much” - says the guy who’s letting his girlfriend hump his leg while he’s editing photos on his laptop and definitely doesn’t need his hand to be firm or steady; Alexa play Scooby-Doo villain type plan - she pulls the one leg of your shorts up to your groin, then lifts herself up just enough, and, with the most innocent smile on her face, she drops her pink panties to the floor.

She returns exactly to the position she had moments ago and resumes her routine right from the point where she left it. The only difference is, you can feel your girlfriend rub her skin on yours, with its warmth and its texture, and now your thigh feels humid.

“Feel good?” You take your hands away from the laptop and mouse for a second and sit back to peel your tangerine. She nods, but not cutely this time (6), she’s completely absorbed in her pleasure and is trying her best to keep her eyes open and look at you as she does. That part is cute (6!). “I’m glad, honeybun”

You feed her a slice of tangerine, which she captures with her lips and stores into her cheek, then suckles on for a few seconds before chewing it. Adorbs (7). You go back to work.

As her lust builds up, and once her mouth is empty, she can’t help but let you know through a loud moan. And then about two or three more, you can’t count them exactly because they kinda connect and fuse together, but she sounds so heavenly and you’re - you’re supposed to be working. But at this point, who knows what you want more. To get your work done, and have the rest of the day for yourselves, or to help your little girl. To get her where she wants, and to make it feel as good as it can be. To make it feel earned.

“Hey! I need to concentrate though, so I’m gonna need you to be silent, honey, can you do that for me? I’ll touch you in the other hole while we play later, but now,” you place a finger on her lips. “Daddy needs Yoonagi to behave, is that alright?” (That’s the pet name she gave you; must have been because every adorbs baby needs a baby daddy.)

One time the two of you were having sex, you were half-sitting, she was on top. At some point you grabbed her plentiful, soft asscheeks to help her bounce on you. As you gripped them strongly, one of your fingers slipped on her puckered hole and without even thinking, you started teasing around it while her butt ricocheted on your lap. She came so hard that day. So hard that she started spasming and tearing up as you held her on your shoulder (“Did I hurt you?” You hadn’t. “Can you stand up?” She could, after a few minutes. “You wanna do it again?” She did).

It was then that you started sprinkling it here and there as a promise, as a reward. Not to control her, just to help her learn how to behave. And she’s had nothing but gains out of it.

Yoona keeps rocking back and forth on your thigh, only silent pants coming out of her mouth. She even locks her lips to avoid any spills, while her eyes are now permanently closed, focused on the target of reaching her now close at hand peak. You palm your girlfriend’s gorgeous tummy while adoring her lustful state. She puts a hand on top of yours and starts feeling you feeling her. Your thigh is shining with her wetness.

“I know it’s hard, but you gotta hang in there for just a couple minutes, understand? My baby girl is doing so great for me”

Still trying her best not to make noise, even when it’s obvious that it’s not to help you with the work that’s currently not even remotely passing your brain, Yoona takes both of your hands and puts them on her hips, her message wordless, but crystal clear. You swiftly drag her wide, huggable, baby-making hips forth and back, as the two of you unite in an unfittingly innocent, tongue-less kiss. A few pushes and a few pulls at this rabid rhythm and your girlfriend bursts in orgasmic pleasure, releasing a whole downpour that wets from your thighs and calves up to your crotch, her pelvis shaking violently and uncontrollably. Even through all this, she manages to keep her lips shut and not emit a sound.

“Good, good, such a good girl, my pretty baby made Daddy so, so, so proud,” you praise her as you hug her soft, meaty body and pat her head.

“Thank you… Thank you…” she pants out, tired. It takes her more than a couple minutes wrapped around you to regain her senses. And when she does, you think you hear her say in a satisfied tone:

“Haha, I won!”

“What?”

“I won. I played with Daddy. Even though you said no. And I won.”

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eh. numbly, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #male reader #male reader insert #male reader smut #idol x reader #idol x male reader #nmixx #sullyoon #nmixx smut #sullyoon smut #nmixx sullyoon smut

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averageclawcodeenjoyer · 6 months ago

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ANALYZING SPIDERVERSE BACKGROUNDS- PART TWO!!!!!!!!!

The insanity doesn't stop

This time, we're going to be looking at into the spiderverse, specifically this scene (sorry about the weird cut at the ending, I accidentally zoomed in/out lol)

Which I have gone through frame by frame..

For fun. You can see what he's doing for the most part, but I needed to share my thoughts on it.

(It's mostly me being a homosexual though... happy pride month)

ANYWAY

Nothing important here really I just think this little sequence of him drinking is cute. Also WHY IS THE CAN CLIPPING THROUGH HIS HAND THAT POOR GUY THAT CANNOT BE COMFORTABLE LMAO. Also what the hell is going on with his laptop who needs that many tabs open. Loving the laptop + PC combo. This boy uses so much electricity...

Awwwww look at him. He needed a little light because his blind ass couldn't see to write his invisible notes (Me too Ganke, me too. What are you writing about though why is it so important it has to be on paper and cannot simply remain a computer file? Are you doing homework.... at this hour?)

Also he has the same getting up/sitting down sequence!! I think that's cute too, and it's probably just the animators being lazy and not wanting to animate a billion different ways of sitting down, but, hear me out; OCD Ganke. Now, I don't know much about OCD, but I do know that people who have it tend to repeat the same behaviors/patterns every day for every single activity. This could also explain the three of the same hat thing he has going on. Now, that's just a silly little headcanon to play with, so don't take it too seriously.

Also, WHERE THE HELL IS HE GOING??? AS FAR AS IM AWARE, THERES OBLY ONE DOOR TO THEIR ROOM. THE DOOR TO THE HALLWAY.

Is his ass really getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night (courtesy of his one billion energy drinks) amd leaving the fucking door OPEN?? BUDDY? YOUR ELECTRONICS ARE RIGHT THERE DIRECTLY IN SIGHT OF THE HALLWAY... AND YOUR ROOMMATE IS SLEEPING THERE.... WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Hehehehehehehehe aww look at him putting his headphones on I wonder what he's listening to. Also who texted him it's like 12am rn. GO TO BED (He checks it twice. It's 15 close friends reminding him to go to bed. He responded "I'm asleep dw" to every single one)

Look at this EEPY FUCKIN GUY. OH he is so SLEEPY if ONLY there was SOMETHING he could DO ABOUT IT. Oh what's that? Put down the energy drink can and turn off my computer? What a ludicrous idea who would have ever come up with that. Pff. Psch. Apffttr. He looks like the bottom of a sting ray in that middle photo. Someone get this kid a break and also some fucking melatonin. And water. Stat. He's like a plant. Put him outside.

Oh, look, he's finally decided to ditch his uniform that he's been wearing all day and get into something more comfy. Not the hat tho. The hat stays on every second of his life. Oh well at least he's probably a lot more comfortable. And would you look at that hes.. still wearing..... his shoes. B.. buddy you... you know you can take those off right. It's okay I promise. You got this. Is he barefoot in those too. Is he still wearing the same damn pants from before.

ALSO HIS NOTEPAD MAGICALLY HAS WRITING ON IT NOW!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE DECODE THESE MYSTERIES!!! IM SO EVER VERY CURIOUS

Do you think that while making his cup o noodles in the microwave he was playing music too loud and forgot to hit the stop button before it beeped and he just... kinda froze.... and looked up at Miles (who is sleeping like a fucking bear during the peak months of winter in hibernation. Not even a fucking jet engine could wake that boy up) and then kinda just awkwardly resumes what he was doing. Because I do. I do.

(ALSO, this is the second time his phone lights up. He does check it, I'm just not including it for sake of space)

ALRIGHT APPROACHING THE END OF EVEEYRHING I CAN SQUEEZE OUT OF THIS SCENE!

What is he doing in that first Pic. Clearly whatever he wrote down was important, but, like, is his computer updating? Is he just checking to make sure he input something correctly? What is this boy doing somebody please give me a 2 hour movie or a 500 page novel just on him immediately thanks

He's finally taking a brain break and... relaxing by reading comics. Not sleeping, no. Oh god no. But looking at comics. This kid has autism you cannot convince me otherwise. Who does this if they don't have some form of neurodivergency. Please bonk him on the head cartoon style for me I love him.

Awww he cleans up some of the floor (stuffs it under his bed to be dealt with months later)! PLEASE, THOUGH, THE WAY HE FUXKING LOOKS UP AT MILES I CANNOT STAND HIM WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A CUTOUT THAT SOMEONE TRIED TO HORRIBLY PHOTOSHOP INTO A PICTURE HE DOESNT BELONG IN WHY DOES HE LOOK LILE HES FLOATING.

Also as you can tell by his million energy drinks and now empty and just juice cup o noodles, he doesn't clean up after himself ever. Maybe instead of buying a fourth computer, we invest in a trash can for your dorm. Hmmmm? Silly boy. I love it when they give teenagers teenager habits. Please give me more of this.

This may not be 100% accurate, but take a look at how many energy drinks he goes through in one night.

The first clip is at the beginning of the scene, where most of them are unopened while there are already still five open ones (I can't figure out how to get the best picture of how many drinks there really are here while making it a collage... anyway). Since we don't see the beginning of the night, we don't know how many drinks Ganke has had prior to now, or what the interval he drinks them at is.

At the end of the clip, there are an estimates 12 open drinks total. One on the floor, two(?) By his comic, six by the right side of his computer, plus three on the left side of his computer. That means he drank 6 energy drinks in the span of however many hours we watched him for.

Bro has a serious caffeine addiction and needs to be grounded from money. ALSO, HES DRINKING THEM WARM??? BRO..

And I know that they are energy drinks, because, well. One, just look at them. Two, how do we think Ganke manages to stay up all night doing God knows what for hours on end. We didn't even ever see him go to bed! He's still on his computer when Miles wakes up! Bro pulled an all nighter and for WHAT. BUDDY. And three: the design on the cup literally reads "ENRGY" bottom text "drink"

Dude

Bro

Water

Please.

Drink it.

Also them having part of their schedule on the wall is so cute too!! Do they share classes? How many? Also that says Ceramics. As per my first post of this series, if you look at the horribly lopsided bowl beside Ganke on the bed, that looks a lot like something someone who struggled in arts would create.

Who is that someone?

Well, it's not Miles. We've seen his art.

Is it Ganke?

Ganke the nerd? The Ganke among the most gifted students at Visions? Ganke who pulls all nighters and picks for on his computer often?

Hell yeah. Give him pottery. He brings home lopsided mugs and bent in bowls and dented plates for them to use instead of buying their own dishware, and Miles is so supportive of it even through the kettle he was using had a hole and leaked boiling water all over his hands. He's doing his best, he's not good with crafts. Give him a break.

I love this and them so much. He's my guy. PLEASE BRING HIM OR 42 GANKE BACK IN BTSV SONY PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR MORE GANKE CONTENT I CANNOT KEEP LIVING OFF OF SCRAPS LIKE THIS PLEASE!!!

Part One

Part 1.5

#across the spiderverse #prowler party #ganke lee #miles morales #milesganke #talkaholic #analzying backgrounds #atsv #god im so normal about him i promise #there are no gays in this building officer #no siree #youve walked into the most herterosexual; cisgender shop in the world #I so wish i was a part if the animating team so i could see every tiny little detail hidden in these scenes #123movies and the disk on my TV screen dont do it for me #i need to be THERE #someone put me THERE!!!!#i need to know every singke god damn thing there is to know about them ever #who do i gotta pay to get this information

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yoshi17here · 13 days ago

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A Mall, A Date, A Christmas Day 8

wc:1.5k

paring:nonidol bf chanbin x y/n

YOSHI*(: I'm very sorry that it takes a while for me to post but my lazy ass has not been feeling well emotionally.

It was a cold December afternoon, and the air in the city was crisp with the scent of fresh snow, pine, and cinnamon. Christmas lights adorned every storefront, twinkling in the late afternoon twilight. Inside the mall, decorations filled the halls—golden garlands, red bows, and sparkling wreaths hanging from every beam. The excitement in the air was palpable, and you could feel the holiday cheer spreading to everyone around.

Chanbin, the person you’d been dating for the past few months, walked by your side, his hand in yours. Unlike the usual hustle and bustle of his work as an idol, today, Chanbin was just your boyfriend—a normal, slightly introverted guy who loved the simple things in life. The two of you had decided to escape the usual holiday stress and spend the afternoon together, browsing the shops, picking out gifts, and enjoying each other’s company. It was the perfect way to celebrate your first Christmas as a couple.

“You sure you want to do this?” Chanbin asked, his voice warm and gentle as he pulled you toward the entrance of a store. “I know Christmas shopping can be stressful.”

You smiled at him, squeezing his hand. “I think it’ll be fun, especially since we’re doing it together.”

“I’m all in,” he chuckled softly, glancing at the glittering store window displays. “But just so you know, I’m probably the worst at picking out gifts. You’re going to have to help me a lot.”

“I don’t mind. It’s not about the presents anyway,” you said, nudging him lightly as you entered the store. The air inside was warm, and the faint scent of candles filled your senses as the soft hum of Christmas music played in the background.

The store was filled with rows upon rows of unique, beautifully crafted holiday decor—snow globes, plush reindeer, scented candles, and sparkling ornaments. Chanbin scanned the shelves, seeming a little lost as he ran his fingers through his hair. He had a way of looking endearingly out of place in situations like these. You loved it.

“So,” you began, looking at him with a playful grin, “what are we buying first? We could grab something for your parents.”

Chanbin thought for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, let’s do that. I’m sure they’ll appreciate something personal, like a photo frame or a nice candle.”

You smiled at his thoughtful nature. “Sounds perfect.”

As the two of you walked down the aisles, chatting and laughing, you found yourself constantly amazed at how easy it was to be with him. With Chanbin, there was no pressure. There was no rush. He was kind, attentive, and genuinely interested in making sure you had a good time, even on something as simple as shopping.

“Y/N,” he said, suddenly turning to you, his face softening. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you replied, your heart fluttering a little at the sincere tone in his voice.

“Do you like Christmas?” he asked, looking uncertain for a moment.

You nodded enthusiastically. “I love it! The lights, the music, the food… It just makes everything feel so cozy and special. Why?”

Chanbin seemed to smile to himself, as if your answer reassured him. “I’m glad. I know the holidays can be a bit much for some people. And, uh, I guess I just want this Christmas to be really good for you.”

Your heart melted at his words. “It already is, just being with you.”

He smiled, though you could see the faintest blush creep up on his cheeks. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, teasing him. “You know, you’re not exactly the type to get all mushy.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of me!” he protested, though there was no real heat in his voice. “I’m just saying that I want everything to be perfect. I’ve never really had a Christmas where I’ve gotten to do the ‘normal’ stuff—like going to the mall, picking out presents, just being with someone.”

“That’s why I wanted us to do this,” you said, squeezing his hand again. “I know this isn’t your usual vibe, but I think we’ll make it special. And hey,” you added, grinning, “at least you don’t have to worry about running into any fans, right?”

Chanbin let out a quiet laugh. “True. But you’re my favorite gift, so… I’ll just be focusing on that.”

You could feel the warmth of his words settle in your chest, and you tried to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips.

After grabbing a few more items—personalized mugs, candles, and chocolates for his family—the two of you continued strolling through the mall, finding yourself outside the crowded food court. The smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and warm coffee wafted through the air, and the soft glow of the Christmas lights made everything feel even more magical.

“So, how about a hot chocolate break?” you suggested, looking up at him with a playful smile. “We’ve earned it, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” Chanbin agreed eagerly. “I’m starving, actually. Can we also grab some pretzels?”

You laughed. “Sure, we can grab whatever you want.”

You made your way to the kiosk, ordering two hot chocolates and a pair of giant cinnamon sugar pretzels. As you sat down on one of the benches near the mall’s large Christmas tree, Chanbin took a deep breath, gazing up at the lights. The tree was absolutely massive, adorned with thousands of twinkling lights and shimmering baubles, its star shining brightly atop.

“It’s a little surreal, isn’t it?” he murmured, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

You nodded. “It feels like a dream. But I love it. Being here with you, just enjoying the little things.”

Chanbin smiled softly at you, his eyes shining with a kind of quiet contentment. He didn’t say much more, but there was a warmth between you that was more than enough to fill the silence. The soft hum of holiday music played in the background, the sound of people laughing and chatting filling the air, but none of it mattered. In that moment, it was just the two of you—together, enjoying the day.

As the afternoon stretched into evening, you finished up your shopping. The bags in your hands had grown heavier, but it didn’t matter. You were happy. You had everything you needed. You had each other.

When the final moments of the evening arrived, you stood by the mall’s exit, your breath visible in the cool air. Chanbin turned to you, his hand gently brushing your cheek.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “For today. It’s been perfect.”

“Anything for you,” you whispered back, your heart full.

As the snow began to fall softly around you, Chanbin leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. It was the kind of Christmas moment that would stay with you forever—the kind of moment you knew you’d cherish for a lifetime.

And with that, you both walked out into the world, ready to create even more memories.

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adelarsims · 1 year ago

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Hi, you are more than welcome to ignore especially if you have answered before and I missed it/it's elsewhere on your blog but can I please just ask how you get your CAS photos to look so incredibly clean? Especially around the edges, they're so smooth it's incredible. Thank you in advance, I really appreciate it! You inspire me so much tbh, everything you post is so beautiful. (Also also also the eyebags you released recently are my new gold standard and I use them for everything now tysm for sharing them) 🖤

thank you!

ok so here are a few tips, you don’t need to follow all of them, but if you like exactly my cas style, maybe some of them will help

1. edge smoothing. sorry for being obvious, but use either in-game anti-aliasing, or a smaa shader if you’re a reshade/gshade user, or you’ll get a pixelated staircase for the edges that will be hard to fix. if your PC doesn’t handle high graphics well and you play without edge smoothing, you can toggle it on temporarily just for taking a few good cas pictures and then turn it back off.

2. use MXAO. if you use reshades, use mxao shader for pictures, it's really a life changer. though i don't use it during the regular gameplay and only turn it on when i take pictures, because moving a lot with it slows down your game and is a visual overload for me.

3. but don’t overdo it with MXAO. seriously, don’t go all out with mxao. for a cleaner look shadows need to be delicate, just to overline shapes and give your sim more dimension. every time i tweaked my reshade presets, i made mxao even more thin and gentle and realized that it only got better.

4. background makes a huge difference. solid colors. in my personal opinion, grey gives the "cleanest" look (i said while still using my old dirty yellowish that i'm too lazy to find a replacement for). also, if i want to use black or white background, i make it a little darker than white and a little lighter than black, they look pretty much the same but will attack your eyes less (especially the white one).

5. CAS lighting makes a huge difference. maxis light isn't that bad, but cc lighting definitely give you more clean, crisp image. my personal favorite neutral one that i use by default is v2 by helgatisha. sometimes i use lightings with side highlights for more “rendered” look, but they aren’t always comfortable for everyday use and i only use them for specific pictures and then get back to my default neutral one.

6. shadow overlays. i mean cc that imitates shadows on sim's face, it gives sim's face so much dimension. there are spotlight v1 and v2 by simandy and lighting overlay v1 and v2 by joshseoh. i'd say josh's overlays are for fancy portrait pictures (they imitate a very strong light source from different angles, very cool for sim photographers but not for regular gameplay), and simandy's are more neutral and are very gameplay-friendly on lower opacity. personally, i only use v2 by simandy now, it's my holy grail and i don't take sim's pictures without it.

7. SRWE. it's a program that emulates having a bigger display resolution than your monitor can afford, meaning much better screenshot quality and cleanliness for small details. srwe can be a bit of a hassle to use for a lot of pics and most of the time i’m too lazy to use it and just take my regular small pixelated screenshots, but sometimes i want just one, but extra clean picture.

8. Topaz Clean 3 (photoshop). i don't usually edit my pictures and just drop them like whatever, mostly because i don't know how to do it, but sometimes i make them sharper and cleaner with a gentle touch of topaz on very low strength.

#adelar ask

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beaker1636 · 1 year ago

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Halloween Surprise - Chris Motionless

a/n: This one wound up a bit longer than anticipated... and definitely fit my fluff craving I have been having after all the smut you guys have requested. Unedited as I am pretty excited about it and also just lazy, not gonna lie. Thank you @thesazzb for somewhat suggesting this! Enjoy!

“y/n, I’m sorry I can’t go with you tonight, we go every year and I’m sorry,” Chris says as soon as you pick up his facetime request, looking really upset with himself while he laid in his bunk on the bus.

“Chris, I get it. Part of being with you means that you sometimes miss things. It is just my parents' anniversary party they throw every year, it’s not like you are missing our wedding or something,” you joke, hoping to lighten the mood and also to hide that you are disappointed that he had to miss it this year.

“Yeah, your parents’ Halloween anniversary party. What goth gets lucky enough to have in-laws who got married on Halloween? Of course I want to be there, we have gone the last 2 years that we have been together,” He jokes, which does crack a small smile on your face. “What are you dressing up as this year?”

“I.. I decided not to, we always wear matching costumes so it just doesn’t feel right to me to change that this year,” you trail off looking away from the camera hoping he didn’t notice your change in voice.

“I knew you’d say that, it’s not a costume but I hid a dress for you under the bed for tonight before I left. I just knew you wouldn't want to dress up this year without me. But I want you to steal my werewolf jacket to wear with it. I know it’ll look cute and keep you warm… and you should send me photos of your outfit when you are done,” he says, a smile forming on his lips.

It heart melts seeing his smile and at the fact that even being on tour he somehow managed to surprise you and do something like this for you.

“Chris, you are too sweet to me, thank you…I miss you so much,” you can’t help but let a couple tears finally fall from your eyes.

You glance away to brush them off your cheeks hoping that he didn’t notice but he did. It almost made him feel guilty for lying to you about tonight, but he knows that it will be worth it when you realize what is going on.

“Baby, don’t cry. Only one more week and then I will be home for a couple months. We all agreed that we want to take a little time off after this tour. I miss you too, unfortunately leaving just gets harder each time,” that sad look returns on his face as he says that.

You hear Ricky tell Chris in the background that it is time for them to get ready.

“I’ve got to go, I love you so much. Only one week to go,” he says before you say your goodbyes and hang up.

Brushing a few tears from your cheeks you make your way to your shared bedroom and look under the bed to find the box that you somehow have not noticed that Chris planted. You are honestly shocked you haven’t found it quite yet.

Pulling the dress out of the box and you smile, it is beautiful. You love the lace detailing that is over the black bodice, showing off cleavage without it being all out there. It also stops just below your knees, the perfect length in your opinion. It is simple, but really cute, and he is absolutely right that it will look cute with the red of his werewolf jacket.

You decide to do a quick curl in your hair, and then a very basic make up look. Not in the mood to do much other than some eyeliner and mascara, especially when you remember that you don’t have anyone to impress this year.

You slip on a pair of your boots, and then step in front of your full length mirror so that you can take a photo for Chris.

He quickly responds to let you know how beautiful you look… and to make a joke about you sending him some photos without the dress on in his jacket which you choose not to respond to.

You decide to make the drive to your parents, figuring you can help them set up stuff for the party so that you can distract yourself from missing Chris.

Meanwhile

“Chris, it’s time to get ready,” Ricky yells across the bus, knowing that it will get Chris’ attention and also make it easier for Chris to end the video call with you.

The second Chris hangs up he is being drug off the bus and into your parents bar in the basement of their house, being met by your parents smiling at him.

“I picked up everything from the store that you asked me to pick up, it is all down here for you boys to get things ready. I will try to warn you if she shows up early,” you mom says, pulling you into a hug.

“Thank you, and thank you Mr. y/l/n, I promise that I won’t hurt your daughter,” Chris says, smiling at both of your parents. “She said she would send me a photo of her outfit so I will let you know when she does, as that will mean she's likely on her way. Our driver is hiding the bus, so it's just going to be a matter of keeping her out of the basement, that you again for letting me do this today.”

“You’re welcome Chris, wait until I have her outside before you boys lay the candles out, just so you don’t risk her seeing them. I can’t wait to see the final product,” You mom says smiling. “Oh and this bathroom down here is all yours for you boys to get dressed and stuff,” she says smiling at the rest of them.

“Oh Chris,” you dad says, pulling his attention towards him. “I have no doubt that you won’t hurt her… we all know as stubborn as she is that if anything it is you I should be worried about,” he says with a smile.

“Ain’t that the damn truth,” Ryan says from behind Chris, earning a hit to the shoulder by Ricky, making everyone laugh.

“Okay, here's what I need everyone to do,” Chris says, quickly getting the boys to work setting everything up for you.

Back to You

You pull up to your parent’s house, getting out and just going in like you always do. You smile when your father pulls you into a hug, your mom following.

“It is weird seeing you without Chris, he’s come to the last 2 with you,” your mom said, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“I know, it has been a bit of a rough day. But at least we got some time to facetime, we can’t always get the chance every day. Anyways, what can I help you do before everyone starts showing up?” you ask, looking away from your mom to avoid her sympathetic looks that you know will set you off again.

“Absolutely nothing, we are all set up. Let’s go out back and have a drink while we wait,” your mother says, trying to urge you outside before you notice anything is up because she can hear the boys arguing about something down stairs.

“Mom, is someone here already? I thought I heard someone,” you ask, questioning her and also wondering why she is trying so hard to get you out of the house. You decide to drop it when she gives you that mom look, the mom look that tells you not to push your luck.

A couple hours later you are on your third drink, relaxed but also sitting in a corner of your dads shop, where the party is now in full swing.

Your sister has tried getting you to dance a couple times now but you have turned her down, not really in the partying mood. You know it is selfish to bring the mood of your parents' celebration down but you are just having a rough time today, which makes your mood even worse thinking that you are ruining it for others.

Your four year old nephew winds up eventually plopping himself down in your lap, making you giggle.

“Color with me aunt y/n,” he begs, giving you the puppy eyes that always get what he wants from you.

You pluck up a crayon from the box and start to color with him, quickly getting distracted by him, until he asks a question that breaks your heart.

“Why is uncle Cwris not out here too, I miss him,” he says softly, which makes you sad. He is so little no matter how you try to explain it he won’t get it.

Your sister hears his question and rushes over to whisk him away, using the excuse that it is his bedtime, so you go back to watching people drink and have fun. Wondering in your head why she seemed to be in such a hurry to pull little Austin away from you. Honestly, you are tired of everyone acting weird around you. You know that they are likely trying to avoid upsetting you by not mentioning Chris but it is really starting to upset you that they are all acting so strange.

Sulking you don’t notice that anyone new has joined the party until you hear a very familiar voice.

“Happy anniversary Mr. and Mrs y/l/n!” you hear Vinny yell out, making you look over at him with wide eyes and a shocked expression on his face.

You notice the smile on his face grow as you rush over, wondering why you suddenly see Vin, Ryan and Justin standing there with smiles on their faces as they pull you into hugs like they usually do when they greet you.

“Sorry to interrupt your party but we need to steal your little girl for a few minutes, I promise we will return her,” Justin says to your parents, laughing when Ryan starts to drag you out of the building while you protest and try to fight him.

“Of course you aren’t going to make this easy,” Ryan grumbles as he tries to get you outside, annoyed that Vinny and Justin are laughing about it and not helping.

When he does get you outside you notice Ricky is there with his camera, a smile on his lips while he tries not to laugh at the fight you are putting up with Ryan.

“Hey y/n, update?” Ricky asks once Ryan lets go of you, and smiles at the clear irritation that is written on your face.

“The fucking 3 stooges over here have taken me hostage from my parents party and I am wondering where my boyfriend is,” you respond, annoyance clear in your voice as you roll your eyes at his question.

“I promise you are going to see him in a minute, come this way,” Vinny responds, rushing ahead of you to open the door to your parents house, clearly excited about whatever the hell is going on.

“What the fuck are you all up to? You’re all smiling like idiots and you have my family all acting nuts,” you ask as you walk up to the house, the boys all following behind you.

“Have you met us? Everything we do is fucking weird,” Justin says with a laugh as you step in the house.

They all suddenly stop walking, looking over at you.

“We are supposed to send you down to the bar, and don’t ask questions because we are not going to answer them,” Ryan says, all the boys letting you go ahead of them as you give them odd looks.

You make your way to the basement steps and falter, you see a path of candles with photos of you and Chris scattered along your path, the lights dimmed. You stop to look at some of the photos and smile at the memories of some of your best times, and a couple of them you have never seen that someone must have taken where you are curled up together happily.

You reach the bottom of the steps and notice a path of rose petals, when you look up you see Chris at the end of it. You don’t hesitate at all when you run towards him, letting him wrap his arms around you as you damn near tackle into him, both of you standing there in eachothers arms for a second.

You don’t notice everyone else who has come in behind you, you don’t notice anything other than the fact you are finally with Chris again after so long.

“Chris, W-what is all this?” you ask softly, stuttering as you look up at him and meet his eyes, but still not letting go of him.

He backs away from you slightly, a nervous look on his face and takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Do you remember how we first met?” he asks you, a smile forming on his face when you laugh at the memory.

“You were struggling to reach something on the top shelf at the grocery store. I asked if you needed help and you said no, adamant that you didn’t need help from someone. I watched you climb the shelves to get it yourself and you fell,” he says trying not to laugh at the story yourself.

You hear some laughter behind you but choose to ignore it, focused on the moment that is playing out in front of you.

“Yeah, you caught me and made a shitty joke about how I fell for you,” you say amused, remembering it but also wondering where he was going with this.

“We wound up walking around the grocery store talking for almost an hour, I am pretty sure the workers were about to kick us out for loitering. Anyways, the truth is that it was me who fell for you that day. All I could think about after that was seeing and talking to you again, and how happy I was when I realized you didn’t give me a fake phone number. I knew when we left the store that day that you were going to be a part of my life in some way, and only a couple weeks later I knew that you would be the woman I would marry one day, even if you were and still are stubborn and won’t let me help you with shit. You somehow deal with the fact that I am not home for at least half the year, that I can’t be more present in your life even though I know that it hurts you just as much as it hurts me to be away from you. So I decided that in front of all your family and in front of our band family, that I have a very important question to ask you,” he says, getting down on one knee in front of you while pulling a ring out of his pocket.

“y/n, will you marry me?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Damnit, you made me cry,” you joke, wiping your eyes. “Yes Chris, yes.”

With happy tears in your eyes he stands back up to brush the tears from your cheeks, and then kisses you while your family and the guys all cheer behind you.

“You forgot the ring you idiot,” Vin yells across the crowd, making everyone laugh as Chris pulls away from the kiss to slip the ring on your finger.

“Why don’t we all give them a moment to themselves,” your mother suggests, knowing that you both need it. She smiles when you mouth a thank you to her as everyone slowly makes their way out to the party again, leaving the two of you alone.

“So does this make up for me missing most of the party? And to finish your surprise, I arranged with your boss that you have next week off work so that you can come with us while we finish the tour. It didn’t feel right to have to leave you right away after asking you,” he says, his hands settling on your waist as he pulls you close to him.

You took the hint and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you can kiss him again. This time both of you hold it longer, pouring all of your emotions into it as you haven’t had the chance to yet. When he pulls away you smile at him for a moment, happy to be with him again.

“Sooo are we stuck on the bus tonight or do we get some time to ourselves?” you question, hoping he gets the hint.

“We are on the bus but we all agreed that we are taking the back lounge so that we have more space to be together than trapped in a tiny bunk… if you can be quiet then we can do whatever you want to,” he responds with a wink which instantly makes you blush.

“Oh, are you okay if Ricky posts some of the footage in his update video, he recorded it for us but wanted to if you didn’t mind. Ryan also took some photos during it so that we have the memories,” Chris asks as he looks at you.

“Uh yeah, we have to tell all your fans that I won and they officially lost their chances with you,” you sass to him, both of you slowly making your way outside.

“And there is my sassy brat, I was wondering when she would show back up. Maybe I’ll have to put her in her place later,” he says, laughing when it makes you stop in your tracks. “And by the way I was officially yours when you agreed to our first date, I knew then that we’d wind up married eventually. Now let's go celebrate with everyone, we have an hour before we have to get back on the road.”

#motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #chris motionless #chris motionless fluff #chris motionless fanfiction #chris motionless x fem reader #chris motionless x reader

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abdlgossipblogg · 24 days ago

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Unfollowed baby boys across platforms and the discomfort/ick i had for abdl is gone. For years I’ve enthusiastically stayed up to date on everything happening in the community and followed thousands of people. It made me genuinely happy to tap onto someone’s story and get a peek into their little life, but for the past two years I have the nature of this community..mostly what I’m realizing is influenced by male incles who are diaper obsessed. I’m a ex little and ddlg themes tend to trigger me, really hard be sure I have no interests in daddy doms anymore and I genuinely think there is only a few out there who genuinely care about caregiving and not using girls as a sex object. But I’ll take the ddlg and subtle wet/ messy photos and suggestive captios over the gross explicit photos men take. It literally ruins my day and I’m sure fucks with my perception of abdl anytime I see it. The nature of men’s photos are so bizarre when you actually think about the psychology of it all or what’s behind the scenes.. nothing other than hyper-sexual thoughts and wanting someone to join or encourage their masturbation. It’s really sad their motivation to post, more often than not, is to show off a picture of their distasteful diaper boners and how horny they are. Or getting off to the fact of exposing himself..It’s never EVER for cuteness. And somehow they actually believe with these photos they’re going to fish out the classy loving mommy of their dreams. If you’re gonna be gross atleast wear a cute outfit and make your background look cute and baby ffs. I don’t want to see you dwelling in a basement or weird dark room. The flash photos in dark spaces give me such a sinister vibe and it’s a tale sign something is off. A lot of you are in bed laying on their back, looking like they’re about to flick your stick right after your photo. So fucking lazy and gross. And the cheeky comments and vulgar language they use under other women’s photos is so distasteful and it drives me fucking nuts. then using the photo to publicly comment on how horny you are for thousands of people to see bc you get off to it but not paying women a single cent is so fucked up. I’m so sad this is the group of men I’m attracted to and have no choice to not be. They’re parasites. I know some girls would not have any genuine interest to go outside and show of their diaper, mess, or share very intimate details about themselves if it wasn’t for men encouraging them to for likes or validation (I’m talking about girls who do not sell content) I know a lot of these men know girls got bullied in school, have BPD, or some form of mental illness and try to play on that. Encouraging them to do what they want for their satisfaction. ! Especially a lot of the young girls! I was one of them. then you mature and realize you’re worthy and never needed their approval but it’s far too late and creeps are uploading old clips and instagram story bits on thisvid. All content is hyper sexual fantasy content these days, it’s ever rare i see someone being chill about this and enjoying this. I enjoy dark age play and all of that content, and I am also a sex worker, so don’t think I’m being conservative or gross. this is a kink community I understand that, but idk in the past few years it seems like everyone is on 100 at all times. And people are competing for who can share the most private parts about their life and be the most vulgar/ vulnerable. Idk. Long rant but I just want to see if anyone agrees. I’m happy with my timeline now and I hope women in this community continue to thrive and prosper. You all are so amazing and if it wasn’t for you this community would be some hell-site filled with boner pics and unattractive nasty freaks.

I mean I get that some men can be icky, but I don’t agree that it’s all abdl men. It sounds like you have some trauma surrounding this and if that’s the case I’m sorry.

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freebooter4ever · 9 months ago

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unrelated to the stick but have you seen cooking with geno?

Haaaaaaaaaaaa. I have :) i mean...what self respecting geno fangirl hasnt? If im honest i think it was the first thing with him that i watched, but i was not paying attention to him at all at all then. Aside from noticing that Fuck He's Exactly My Type If I Ever Had One and being very annoyed by it. My ADHD research spiral in the summer of 2022 went something like this: ra*ngers -> pana*rin -> russ*an red w*ngs -> larion*ov...and then i side tracked over to alyonka's mental health/ E*D*O videos, and then her podcast which also interviewd several hockey players including her brother (which are really interesting btw)...tldr i actually watched that video more curious about alyonka than geno, cause in her more current stuff she talks a lot about those early 2000's days and what it was like working in the league as a woman. Unfortunately for geno at that point the only thing i knew about him was that he was on the penguins and that he said some shit in one interview about bread, and i had already decided based on that and his instgrm that he looked like an asshole. I cannot find that interview quote about breadman, for all i know it could have all been made up, but it reaaaaally made me dislike him. So the first time i watched the video i was doing my best to ignore geno and pretend like he wasnt radiating attractiveness. My one conclusion about that video and a few other old pens videos with alyonka (and not geno but other players) i watched was that i was surprised how much more informal things used to be. She felt very casual and more like a friend to the players than the more professional style interviews i have seen while watching this stuff live now.

And if none of that research spiral makes sense just be grateful you dont have ADHD.

ANYWAY then lucky for geno he features in my favorite hockey photo ever - that one of him sitting on the boards with the snow and baby blue jersey. So i had to draw that photo, and then i started paying more attention to him that season, and watched that dan and sushi interview, and realized shit i might have been wrong about this guy. And maybe my change of heart only has a little to do with his Very Pretty Eyes.

And moooooonths (a year?) later i finally rewatched the cooking with geno video and had to basically admit that my initial gut instinct of Oh Shit He's Hot reaction remained the same. He's a terrible cook, somehow even worse than me which is saying something cause i'm really fucking bad at it myself. But his physicality/personality rather shines in the clip. (i have heard people say he was sexualizing or staring at alyonka??? It doesnt look like that to me, they just seemed very comfortable with one another and maybe a little teasing but im not the best at recognizing flirting etc). Young Geno's got that same confidence/swagger as old(er) geno that in most guys would come across as arrogant but with him it's very quiet and understated. He makes a lot of dumb jokes. Even on my second viewing i still didnt understand the basketball joke. He didn't talk much but there were a lot of shy smiles. He reminded me a lot of my old friend ethan in attitude and height - just like how he kind of awkwardly looms in the background at times, and how all his obvious strength is sort of soft in a gentle way. He also seemed like a guy very willing to listen, which was cute. But -and this might be me projecting. But sometimes when people try to 'teach' me how to cook i play dumb just so i can check out and not use my brain and let them do all the thinking and tell me exactly what i need to do. Its very lazy and i recognize this but sometimes my brain is tired. And i swear geno was maybe doing that to alyonka at times. Like i think his effort in the video was at most 70%. Maybe 50%. It takes one lazy cook to know another one. And i am a very lazy cook.

Sorry anon, ive been cleaning and working all day so you got more than you asked for, basically a character study, whoops.

Oh, also on the second rewatch i realized the weird short grimlin who only appeared to eat the food and then disappeared was tanger. I did NOT recognize him. I still cant really believe thats him.

#Oh i left out the part where i had an E*D*O when i was 14...thats why i was curious about alyonka #Nicole talks about E*D*O too although hers was in relation to modeling #Where as mine was more like alyonka's in that i was literally just trying not to exist anymore curl up and fade away #Mine was situational and as soon i was separated from my abusive mother it started getting better #And then after the abusive relationship when i was 22 ish i found a dance instructor who i kinda fell in love with and #Helped launch me into full recovery to where im at now #But im always curious how E*D*O presents itself a little differently in everybody #Similar things like the tricks and such but the underlying reasons and mental stuff can be so different #Food and cooking is one of those things that will probably always be complicated for anyone who goes through that no matter how recovered #Its definitely one of the reasons i dragged my feet for so long about learning how to cook #Girls need a reason to not learn how to cook #Unlike guys such as geno who gets to go his whole life unconcerned about being a bad cook #I have also seen that 2014 video of him at home cooking eggs in a skillet with a fork and then eating it straight out of the pan #He clearly has not progressed much #And dont forget omelete boy in 2022....lol didnt sid refuse to eat geno's cooking then?#Poor geno #i sympathize #unlike him my cooking mishaps have never been caught on video #i have never burned anything down exactly but there have been close calls

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serenqa · 1 year ago

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hi im alive🥶

i yet again ended up getting too lazy to open tumblr, anyways here im gonna skytober dump you guys now

day one - manatees

i had different ideas for this airjsjdhmzof

the background doesn't even match help it just looks like the poor manatee is floating

Day 4 - butterflies

now why did i skip days 2 and three? well i was supposedly meant to follow my instagram posting schedule ( sat, sun and wed ) so before october i crossed out the ones that werent on either Wednesday or the weekends ( and then proceedingly broke the posting schedule several times on ig, oops )

but uh, i liked this one

day 8 - camera

this one is meant to show off my very first skykid ocs ( which r still my ocs till now just not moth/butterfly like anymore, my babies grew up D: ) one of them is dead in this photo, try to figure out who ( hint, ITS SAHI THE OEN WITH THE BLUE LOOKING CO- )

day 15 - flowers

man the jump from 8 to 15..🥶 anyways yeah this was the introduction to sahi, darkness flowers DO count as flowers.. right..?

also even though i hate this attempt at being scary, im gonna show you this just so you guys can laugh at it too

"sis overdosed on gatorade" -bat

ok next

day 21 - candle( s? )

i forgor if it was candles or candle, anyways yeah meet my friend aka mothiguidedoneyearagoandonlyfoundout2daysagofromthedayimadethisonethattheyhadover800+candlesandtheiralt900+candles

it feels weird to think that he has already been playing for more than a year now like uhh no i thought you still havent experienced days of fortune yet..??

days 7, 18 and 21 - concert, fav place and emote

alot of people did aurora for the concert prompt, but i had something else in mind, which was this

modest dancer looks wrong im sorry ahizjsmid

also thats the sparkler emote btw

day 28 - best sky moment

honestly i have several best sky moments, but i guess this one will forever be a great memory to me- i come home from school, excited to change clothes and get on my tablet for the new season of AURORA, then i go ahead and do the quests and catch up with my moth friends, then bam! my very first pass being gifted to me. even if i rarely wear the pendant now, its something ill always be grateful for.

day 29 - chance encounter

idk if i even did this prompt right, anyways heres how i found my first moth friend, in gw, hiding from a krill.

i was gonna add the same dude from the candle prompt too since i pretty much met them the same way but i was in a rush to get it done before midnight ( i failed )

and now lastly.. the one and only prompt...

drum roll

day 31 - mischief!!

yeah, pretty lazy yea? because.. yeah it is, i wanted to do the prompt and i really thought i could get something cool, aand this is the result.

but hey look its t!!!! and some new fellas

ill introduce em soon ig but in the meantime, that's the end of this very very long blog post about skytober, byebye!!

btw just a bonus i think i wrote too much of my thoughts i reached the character limit of my notes app help ( cant share anymore images but one of my notes are currently 16195 characters long )

#sky cotl #sky: cotl #modest dancer #skytober #my head hurts #also not related to anything on this blog post but #do you think gangle from tadc would actually be good at pjsk #just a random thought

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pokeheros-drama · 1 year ago

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After some deliberation I will go ahead and put into light a few reasons. I will not go into detail about certain things. This is both for my own sake, and because I respect Monarch’s privacy.

For background, I’m Lyney, obviously. I met Monarch/Shepherd over a year ago on a RP called Loosing it All. If you’ve been on the forums in the past year, you probably got annoyed by us being most active for literal months straight. I was one of the first to join, and Monarch joined later than I did, but considering she joined around page 70, on our 1k+ pages, she can be considered an OG. I forget why, like 100% I don’t know why, but somehow the joke was that we were married. One thing led to another, then BAM. We were dating.

First thing that I did wrong was agreeing to date her not as a joke. Im not good at relationships, and I thought that what I felt was romance.

For anyone, regardless of age on here, DO NOT do what I did. Online dating is never the best option. Here are the reasons, in hindsight, that should have cued me in before I snapped.

Personal information. If you ever find yourself in a situation when you are being pressured to reveal any sort of information, including name, state, town, et.c. DO NOT REVEAL. You cannot tell true intentions over the internet.

What happened was she knew what state I lived in. After some joking around in the group palpad and/or over discord call, she knew what town I lived in. I had talked about a place I volunteered at. I said how far away I lived from school timing wise. I talked about the classes I took. Through this information, she found out what school I went to. With this information, as well as a few one off photos I sent of my yard, she also was trying to find my home address.

2. Venting. Set boundaries for yourself. Do not let people treat you like a therapist.

I shouldn’t have to explain this more than I have to. She would go into my DMs regardless of the time to vent. Including during my class time. I always answered because I was scared of what she would do.

3. Clingy. If you have a friend who makes you feel like you must talk to them 24/7 or they’ll be upset, think of WHY that is.

I couldn’t take breaks without her asking if I was okay. If I wanted a day to relax and not do much, I would get DMs asking if I was okay because I wasnt as active. This is iffy in general, but bad combined with the next one.

4. Distant. You should not be the only person reaching out in any sort of relationship.

In the begining of LIA Monarch and I were practically inseparable, as we did like. EVERYTHING. Together. I was hook, line, and sucker. Later, we stopped talking as much. Or well, she did. For what felt like ages, most of our conversations were just “I love you”’s, “<3” or “kiss”, interspersed with TikTok’s I mostly sent. Even though we were “co owners” (AKA because of how close she was I let her be a co owner. But in all rights, the LIA series belongs to me, as the OG owner had passed on everything to ME.), I can safely say that I did not know about 90% of the plot line she wanted to use, despite me asking. I could also not post for upwards of 2 weeks without any sort of acknowledgement (despite one of our rules being if you’re inactive for a week without our knowledge we can ignore you basically)

5: self centered. This should be obvious. Dont have any sort of long term relationship if the person will ONLY focus on themselves.

This is a petty example, but whenever we did rp scenes, she’d always forget what we agreed to do, especially on our discord rps. We. Had it written down, but she’d always change key events.

Im too lazy to categorize so

Create an environment where I’ll get irrationally angry at the others in our group (Im really sorry again)

discussed marriage (we were both 17 at the time)

extremely different views on our future

made me believe if I ever broke up with her we would never be friends again

I left some things out. But thats a pretty… comprehensible list I think.

Before anyone comes at me, I did bring a lot of this upon myself by not following basic internet safety rules.

However, I am doing much better now. There was a weight lifted off of my shoulders

yeah um. Theres more but Imtired now and thats enough for yall

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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years ago

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don't threaten me with a good time {Dream}

Request: if you’re still taking requests- cc!dream and reader who is part of the dream team being the typical will they/won’t they couple

Summary: Y/N sends Dream their address mostly as a joke, and it's all uphill from there.

A/N: 5653 words. WHY IS THIS 5.6k?! WHY AM I LIKE THIS. seriously though im kind of really in love with this fic. im sorry there's not thaaaat much of the dream team but this is set after sap and dream move in together. also i was listening to the FOB song of the same title for a lot of this, but i think Cake By The Ocean fits the fic better??

Warnings: many many suggestive jokes but it's sfw, almost painfully fluffy at the end

{ Idiots-To-Lovers 'verse } | { 1 / 4 }

"Fuck you," Dream muttered, which wasn't uncommon despite the fact that you considered him one of your closest friends. Years long friendships, knowing how to push one-another's buttons, it tended to illicit that kind of response. Your particular brand of friendship with Dream, however, meant it was not uncommon for your response to be along the lines of -

"You wish," you were grinning from ear to ear, gaze flitting around the screen looking to see if there were any more mobs advancing on you, or if you were finally in the clear.

"And so what if I did?" He retorts, voice sliding from irate to challenging, something familiar and teasing about his tone, his energy, that you knew you could match with ease.

"Alright bet," since your character seemed to be safe for the moment, you slouched back in your seat, lazy smirk on your face as you picked up your phone.

"Wait, what?" He half-laughed, a little confused at your response, before you heard his phone go off with a text notification, and you waited for a beat before he started to laugh his ass off.

"I said, alright bet; come romance me, green boy," you snorted, leaning back in to your computer, glancing at chat for a moment, before Dream's shouted through the VC;

"Did you just send me your fucking address over a bit?!"

"Well I didn't think you were fantasizing about sticking your dick in my PO box," you said blithely, which, after a moment to process what you'd just said, the comment seemed to break Dream. It sounded like he'd left his desk, laugh faint and echoing.

"Fuck you, Y/N," he came back with, and though the sound of his smile in his voice warmed your heart, you couldn't help yourself.

"You have my address," tone coy, you heard him mutter something indistinctly, but didn't push the bit any further, instead attempting to gather together what you'd need to make several beds and start strip-mining the Nether for Netherite.

You don't expect much to come of it; the address was sent on a whim but you did actually trust Dream. Well, you trusted him not to give out your address, or use it for evil, though it still comes as a shock the next day when the buzzer by your door goes off, and when you ask who it is, an unfamiliar voice identifies themselves as being from a flower delivery company.

[you motherfucker] You text him, alongside a photo of the elaborate bouquet of roses you bring up to your apartment.

[consider yourself romanced 💖🖕] Is his response, but all you can read into is your move.

When you tweet a photo of the flowers, you caption it 'a simp found my address. should i move or wait for more things to show up?' to which Dream, with all the subtlety of a blimp, responds 'you're gonna die waiting'. Ass. It does makes you laugh, though.

But it comes up again, several days later you're doing an alt stream, taking uquizes people are recommending on your Discord, when someone asks about the flowers in your background, right as someone else is asking if Dream ever actually showed up at your apartment.

"The flowers are actually from Dream, I tweeted about them a few days ago but I don't think I actually made that clear," your tone fond as you gaze over your shoulder at the flowers, you take a moment to let that fondness flourish in your chest; he didn't need to do anything, and yeah, maybe it was for a bit, but he still didn't have to send them at all. Clearing your throat, you turn back to your camera, "because he's too chickenshit to show up himself." You grin sharply, unable to stop yourself from teasing him, even when he wasn't here to defend himself. Or so you thought.

Your phone goes off.

"Are you watching my stream?" Is how you answer the phone, met with an indignant Dream -

"I'm too chickenshit to show up? You're the one who said you wanted to be romanced; I didn't think showing up to your house was romantic I thought it was fuckin' creepy, excuse me for being a gentleman!" Then, after a moment with no response from you, he adds, "stop laughing, Y/N, I'm protecting my own honour here," but he was clearly smiling, holding back laughter of his own.

"Dude, you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid," you wheeze, to which he hung up.

Then, a minute later, a donation of a hundred dollars from the man himself 'And what if I did just show up? What then? Hypocrite❤️'-

"Thanks for the donation, Dream, why don't you show up then, in the pouring fuckin' rain, put your money where your mouth is," you smirk, ignoring his follow-up dono of 'you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid and underline the second you!'. You roll your eyes instead, favouring other messages.

So imagine your shock when after forty minutes of radio silence, you get another dono from him reading 'FBI open up' as the buzzer on your door goes off.

Your chat is on another fucking level of crazy as they immediately put two and two together, and suddenly you can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look at your door.

"Shut the fuck up," you breathe, mostly to yourself; you'd tried to call his bluff, but he seemed to have turned the table on you, calling yours. You leave your mic on, mostly because this has great content potential, and you leave the frame to press the little microphone button that leads to the door of your building.

"If you're minecraft speedrunner DreamWasTaken, I'm going to throw rocks at you," is what you decide on, and there's a moment of silence before his incredibly familiar voice buzzes back up.

"So in answer to the question 'what would you do if I did show up' the answer is, you'd throw rocks at me? Not gonna lie, less hot than what you'd been implying," and then, after a beat, he laughs, "I can hear myself through your stream, that intercom is so loud."

You buzz him in.

You go back to your computer, only to see your viewers have increased significantly, and everyone is begging to know what's happening. You just sit, as if deflated, in your chair, awaiting your comeuppance to knock at your door.

The first and most obvious thing about Dream when you open your door to him, is that he's fucking soaking wet.

"Why are you moist?!" You demand, ushering him inside.

"I ran here!" He's grinning from ear to ear, "consider yourself romanced!" And the elation in his voice is enough to quell your nerves, and you look him over for a moment, see his phone in his hand still with your stream open, with an earphone in one ear, and you sigh gently, smiling.

"You live within running distance?" You asked, an eyebrow raised as you head to your bathroom. The stream catches you opening the door to the bathroom behind you, but Dream stays where he is, out of shot, for good reason.

"Actually yeah," his tone drops to something far more conversational, and when you come back, towels in hand, you see him looking around your apartment. You hand him the stack of towels and head back to your set-up, muting your microphone and putting up your 'We'll Be Right Back' screen for the time being.

As soon as you were no longer being watched by over a hundred, thousand viewers, you dropped your irate act, beaming at Dream.

"I cannot begin to believe you, dude!" You found yourself laughing, "oh man, you win this round, okay, you definitely win this round."

"I fucking knew it! Calling me chickenshit, you little hypocrite!"

"I didn't think you'd actually come over!" You exclaimed, eyes wide and amused, watching as he dried himself off as best he could, "dude, you're soaked, you could have caught a cab."

"As if, this is so much more dramatic."

"You'll catch your death like that," you gave a longsuffering sigh, already heading to your drawers.

"I can't believe you thought I wouldn't follow through," he clicked his tongue.

"Sorry for underestimating you," your conceded, rummaging around your pyjamas, looking for - a-ha! "A friend of mine left these after couch surfing here, they should fit you," you offer, and Dream, who'd been focusing on trying to wring out his jeans with little success, seems surprised by the kind offer, looking to the clothes in your hands.

"Are they pyjamas?"

"They're all I really have that would be comfy for you," you said, a little helplessly, he carefully reaches out and takes them.

"They've got ducks on them," he says quietly, almost to himself, marvelling at them, and you hesitate before adding -

"And I've got... my Sapnap hoodie came out of the dryer this morning, actually, I bought it a few sizes too big, it's pretty cozy," you offered, and at that his expression turned fondly amused.

"That's adorable -"

"Shut up," you mumbled, "you want the hoodie or not?"

"I didn't think I'd be staying," he admitted, "I just kinda showed up to make you eat your words, I can go -"

"You ran all this way, let me wrap up my stream, and stay for dinner, I was thinking of making myself stir-fry but I've got enough for two."

"You sure?" He asks, tentatively, and you finally look to him; it hits you in this moment that you've never even seen a proper photo of him, and yet you'd known immediately who he was. This feels... inevitable.

"Yeah, absolutely," you grinned, ducking your gaze, "I'll throw your clothes in the dryer too, if you wanted to get changed that is, you don't have to -"

"I feel like I'm wearing a fucking mop; I'm gonna get changed," he says with a grin, heading through to your bathroom when you gesture to it. Stopping at the door, however, he gives you a genuine, fond smile, "thank you."

"I'm gonna do a bit where I call Sapnap and ask him to pick you up," you tell him bluntly in return. He snorts a laugh, and closes the bathroom door behind himself. "Give a knock when you're done and I'll cut the camera for you."

"I appreciate that," he calls back.

You go back to your idle stream, only to see your viewers had doubled, and when you pick up your phone, the first thing you see if several messages from friends telling you you're trending on Twitter. You turn on your camera and mic again, and open your phone.

"Ah hello, was wondering when I'd be getting a call from you," when Sapnap picks up, he sounds all kinds of smug.

"Can you come collect your man from my home?" You asked flatly, to which he was already cackling with laughter.

"He actually ran, didn't he? He fucking ran there, is he still there?" He asked, sounding absolutely delighted by the whole ordeal, "it's your fault for giving him your address in the first place."

"I didn't think he'd actually show up!"

"As if you wouldn't show up to our house out of spite if he gave you our address," Sapnap pointed out, which shut you up fast, "you both wanna fuck each other so bad it makes you both look stupid," he cackles before hanging up.

You sit, pretending to sulking in the silence, just quietly reading your chat, while dwelling on the fact that fucking Dream is now in your apartment. The man you'd both been aggressively, albeit mostly jokingly, pursuing, and been pursued by online, publicly, for over a year. The shock of his arrival was finally wearing off, but your nerves were alight for all new reasons; you try and push those thoughts out of your mind as Dream knocks gently on the bathroom door.

The blurry photo you take of your floor, with Dream's knee in the corner, wearing your friend's duck pyjamas gets several hundred thousand likes, and the stream itself is your most popular by a longshot.

It went on longer than you intended, as Dream sat on your bed, half watching your stream on his phone when he couldn't read your monitor properly from where he was, and you gently bullied him into taking a few quizzes himself, with you clicking the options for him. Despite the unexpectedness of the situation, it's one of the best nights you've had in a long time, and you're rather sad to see him go, waving goodbye as he climbs in the taxi after dinner, wearing his now-dry clothes.

#Y/NWasTakenMeetup trends. Most of the fandom appears to be under the impression that you've made good on your constant threat-slash-flirting, and those who think you're dating were seemingly in a heated war with those who think he's dating George. You tweet 'don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone' which appears to confuse everyone in the replies, apart from a few who get your reference to the song. Dream replies with 'love watching you get ratioed vaguing about how i went home in a taxi. you could have just asked me to stay'.

[you're a fucking menace. at least you got the song reference] you texted him.

[i googled it you hipster] Is his only response.

And things, on the surface at least, return to normal after that, your chatter seeming just as teasing and flirty as it's ever been. But there's something new to the interactions, a new... familiarity. You've seen his face. He's been in your house. You've actually had dinner together. You've heard his laugh in person.

It's not that you were particularly subtle before, but one late afternoon while hanging out on the server with George, after you make a particularly forward joke, Dream very pointedly reminds you -

"Last time I was in your bed, you didn't even do anything about it, so, how'd you put it, put your money where your mouth is?" God you can tell he's smirking, but you're not one to back down.

"You're the one with my address; you wanna run all the way over here again?" You retort, smile sharp, only for you to hear Dream, in an echo-y way, like he's no longer at his computer, holler for Sapnap, and your whole body freezes. George is the only one who's actually live right now, cackling with laughter.

"I cannot believe he ran to your house in the rain," George is grinning as he's mining peacefully.

"The only reason he hasn't run to you is because he's physically unable to run across the ocean," you point out, and George gives a fond chuckle, conceding that you were right about that; if he ever figured out how, both you and George were sure there was nothing that could stop him then.

Some noises come from Dream's end of the call, some scuffling, of typing, then your phone goes off, right as he says, obviously close to his mic -

"Money. Where. Your. Mouth. Is." He demanded.

You look over the address, before plugging it into your maps app.

"That's an hour walk and you ran here in the rain!? It would've taken you ten minutes to drive!" You hollered back.

"You're the one who said, and I quote, romance me, green boy, and so I ran through the rain because it's fucking romantic!"

"I'm not running to your house!"

"I never asked to be romanced! You're the one with the high standards!"

"You assholes are as bad as each other," George snorts, but you're already shoving your phone in your pocket, leaving your mic on as you rummage and grumble around your little flat, looking for a jacket and your keys.

"Fuck you, Dream," is the final thing you say. You do, however, he's his teasing response before you're logging off and leaving. He's parroting your words back at you, smug ass.

"You have my address."

Sometimes you wish you weren't so motivated by spite, but you do end up walking to Dream's house out of spite, only stopping at a florist when you're almost there, picking up a cheap, but pretty bouquet.

When you hit the intercom, you hear Sapnap asking tentatively who it is. You tell him your name, and he sounds ten times more exasperated when he tells you he hates you; he's of course joking, and lets you into the building. He also happens to be the one who opens the door when you knock, and at the sight of you holding a bunch of flowers, he tells you he really hates both you and Dream, and closes the door on you.

You knock again.

"Clay get the door," you hear Sapnap call, and Dream's beaming from ear to ear the moment he opens it, and sees your exasperated face and bouquet of flowers.

"Please let me get a photo of this," he basically begs, holding back his laughter, and you obligingly wait in his doorway for him to take the photo before he lets you inside. He shows it to you - you look a little abashed, flowers half covering your face - and you give a faint smile, spiteful determination already wearing off, fading to something warm, glad to see him.

"Wait, no that's not -" you hear George all tinny through Dream's headphones as you follow him to his office space after Dream takes the flowers from you and puts them in a jar with some water.

"I got flowers, George," Dream sounds so genuinely delighted, voice all pleased and soft, that you turn away for a moment to hide your smile, if only from him. Making him happy like this effected you so much more than you wanted to let on, only for him to go on to say, "I'm being romanced." And though there's a half-teasing edge to his words, you can feel your heartbeat quickening in your chest. Why had you come here again? Just for a joke? A joke about sleeping together?

But nothing ends up happening. Again. All the build-up with no follow through because you don't actually talk like that without the safety of the computers between you. He's still so easy to be around, to joke and talk with, you don't feel as if you've got all the flirting, all the coy suggestions you'd both made about what would happen when you met up, hanging over your heads; it was all a joke anyways, you told yourself, it was all a bit for entertainment purposes. You guys shoot the shit, and he makes you dinner, repays the favour you so kindly had done for him, and you have dinner with him and Sapnap, who, after the shock of seeing you at the door with flowers, shakes his head and points out that you'd only had their address for less than an hour before you'd showed up. But he lets it slide, and has dinner with you both.

You watch a movie with a name you're already forgetting, and Dream's only half paying attention, mostly on his phone, while yours ends up vibrating with a notification. He's trying desperately to look innocent, like he hasn't just tagged you in something.

Its the photo of you in the doorway captioned 'i'm not running to your house they said. i'm not gonna romance you they said.' so of course you had to respond with a blurry image of the TV in front of you, of the movie you're only vaguely invested in, replying with it, along with the caption 'tryna netflix and chill but honestly more invested in whatever this is u gotta step up your game buddy' and a few moments after you post it, you see him grin out of the corner of your eye, and he huffs a quiet laugh. Sapnap asks if anything's going on, and you show him your screen instead of answering, smiling, altogether too amused with yourself.

"Your poor fans," he snorts, "you're as bad as each other," and then he proceeds to pull out his own phone.

'i'm literally on the sofa next to you both while you giggle like children at twitter instead of watching the movie please stfu'

And he wears a pleased little grin of his own at the way both you and Dream crow with laughter once you see his response.

And when the movie's over, when you know you should be going, when you've nervous that you're overstaying your welcome, you can't help but hesitate. You don't want to stay... but also you kind of really want to anyways. Maybe you're just cursing that you walked here, and now it's too late to walk back, and you're gonna have to call a taxi or an Uber, or maybe it's just that you can't help but enjoy their company and you don't want to go back to your empty little apartment, but your thumb stalls over your phone for a moment before you book an Uber. It's the right call, you know, and you just hope Dream hadn't seen your hesitation, hadn't read anything into it.

"You ever wanna hang out again, grab dinner or just chill, well, you know, the seal's broken, you know where I live," he's sitting with you on the steps of the building while you wait for your ride. It's cold, but you're shoulder to shoulder, both with your knees drawn up close to yourselves, attempting to preserve heat, and he's so fucking warm.

"Same goes for you," you tell him sincerely, and he gives an appreciative hum, leaning against you as a moment of affection.

Maybe you should leave Twitter, you think, when you get home to see that once again #Y/NWasTaken is trending. Maybe you should stop feeding the fans lies when nothing's even happened beyond any sort of casual contact.

But then he's asking if you're free for lunch, because he's bored and wants company on a Tuesday afternoon. And you say yes.

But then it's a Saturday night and you have no plans and he's five minutes into a stream and you ask if you can come and lay on his floor for company because the highlights video you've been trying to edit is giving you a headache. And he says yes.

But then it keeps happening, every other week you guys seem to physically be in each other's streams or videos, and you hang out when you're not working, and your phone connects to his wifi automatically, and you fall asleep on his shoulder while he's working on some coding, trying to explain it when he's not getting lost in it. And you wake up tucked into his damn bed, only to stumble out apologetically seeing him still awake, looking at his phone with bleary eyes.

"Did you get any sleep?" You asked, voice rough but full of concern.

"No, I've been- I'm alright, I'm fine, you sleep alright?" He asks, attempting to rub the tiredness from his eyes; it doesn't work. You nod, something warm and fond overruling your concern for him as you give a genuine thanks. His laugh is rough as he tells you not to worry about it.

"Go to sleep, dude," you urge, pulling out your phone to order yourself a ride home.

"No, I'll- I'll-" he yawns loudly, "I'll see you off, don't want you to get stabbed or anything."

"I'm not going to get stabbed," you try and assure him as he's getting to his feet.

"Don't argue with me," he shoots for stern and misses, thanks to another yawn, but you keep your mouth closed anyways, obliging him.

You sit on the steps of his building together, as you always did, like tradition, but this time is more quiet than most. You're watching your ride get closer on the app, and he's leaning against you, head on your shoulder, scrolling through Twitter, though his hand goes still, and his phone screen dims, and he really needs to go to bed if he's falling asleep on you too.

"My ride's here," you say gently as it pulls up, and he makes a noise of acknowledgement as you get up, helping him to his feet. When he hugs you goodbye, it's different to usual, and you can't place exactly why until you hear his gentle, sleepy sigh; warm and full of unguarded affection, he holds you close, and you let yourself melt into this moment.

"Text me when you get home safe," his words blur together a little, and he presses a kiss to your temple, before he's pushing you softly to the Uber. He doesn't even seem aware of how he's broken the script of your goodbyes with one single moment. He waves you off with a blithe smile and you wave back, trying to figure out how to process this all, gently touching at your own temple for a moment.

Oh.

Everything changes and nothing changes after that. You were so uncertain if it was a fluke, a sleepy mistake or just platonic affection on his part, but it had lead you to a realise you couldn't come back from. Now you're nervous that all the tweets about how you and Dream are actually in love are seeing through the jokes and banter and bits to what you may have been projecting. Fuck.

But you're not gonna let it change your relationship with Dream, not until you know more, not until you know if he is just outright joking, because either way he's still your best friend.

So of course, when he Tweets a photo of Patches in his lap to promote his merch, you reply with 'never have i wanted to be a cat so badly in my life 😻😻'. It takes almost five minutes for a response.

'I saw your pokemon streams i know u own cat ears. 💵👄' and you hear his voice in your head - if you're gonna thirst tweet, you better be ready to put your money where your mouth is.

[bet. thats fucking funny as dude] you text him moments later, hunting through your drawers for the cheap ears you'd bought mostly as a joke.

You're in an Uber on the way to his apartment when your phone goes off again. Dream's tweeted again, but he wasn't the one who @'ed you.

'@Corpse_Husband ever think about doing a more gender neutral version of Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life?....... asking for no reason in particular' to which Corpse had simply responded with '@Y/N this your man??'

Everyone knows. Everyone knows. Fucking everyone can tell.

Oh this may have been a mistake.

But you play along, like always, putting on the ears and taking a selfie in the back seat of the Uber, telling Corpse that he could use that as the cover for the song. Within seconds your replies are flooded with confusion and thirst and people losing their minds.

Sapnap opens the door for you, and tells you Dream's in his room, but as you go to pass him, he grabs your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks.

There's a pause, a hesitation. He's looking at you, analysing you for a moment, as if formulating how he's going to phrase whatever he's going to phrase -

"I wouldn't say anything," he starts, voice soft enough to ensure he wasn't overheard by Dream, which already has your nerves spiking, "but George kindly pointed out to me that you may be as dense as Clay is about this -" oh fuck, oh no, what - "you know he's in love with you too, right?"

"Too?!" Your eyes, go wide, and you immediately drop your volume, trying to limit your reaction, though it's certainly difficult. Poor Sapnap looks like he's quickly forming a headache, "you know I -? Fuck, of course you know- wait-" you mutter, freeing yourself from his grip to nervously fidget, before getting back to the part of that sentence you should have properly been focusing on.

"He what?!" You hissed. Sapnap screws his whole face up like he's bitten a lemon.

"I'm not playing match maker, you're adults," he nudges you towards Dream's bedroom, "and I say this with love of my own for both of you: you're both so fucking stupid sometimes." And so with those words of encouragement out of the way, he's absconding to his own room to avoid further questions.

The few steps to Dream's bedroom feel like a haze, feel like a lifetime.

"You really wore the ears, you're adorable, you know that?" Genuine, warm, you can hear the way he's smiling rather than see it, sunlight silhouetting him where he's sitting on his bed in this golden afternoon, this golden moment. You want to freeze this moment, this single, perfect moment before you're about to make a fool of yourself.

You step inside and close the door, leaning against it.

"You okay?" He cares. Oh God, Sapnap's right and you can hear it in his voice.

"Can we... can we talk about the stuff we don't talk about face to face?" You hear yourself say, and he shifts out of the light; you can see the concern on his face.

"We don't talk about a lot of stuff, you have to be more specific; is this like, general, like something terrible's gone on in the world, or is this, like... like us?" Brow furrowed, he's still looking at you, still watching you. Your heart is in your throat.

"Half the time we're online together we're joking about- about- about- about hooking up," you're trying to keep your nerve to get through this, looking out the window rather than at him, "and I'm so unbelievably cool if they're just jokes, dude, you're probably my best friend and I don't want to jeopardise that, so I'm kind of glad nothing has come of it yet, and we don't really talk about it... but also," you swallow hard, and he gives you your moment, "if they're not just jokes, that's also unbelievably cool."

"Oh!"

"And- and Sapnap was saying some stuff just now, mostly because he thinks we're kind of dense - and depending on how this goes he might be right about this -" you add, finally, finally looking at Dream and his hesitant, but pleasantly surprised expression, "and I think if I don't tell you now that I'm kind of in love with you I might never get the nerve to do it again."

It takes a moment for him to process all of that. Then a second, then a third, then a slow smile stretches out over his face.

"You love me?" He asks, gently. There's no reservation, there's only delight.

"I love you," you tell him, firmer this time. Pushing yourself up from the door, adding, "more than kind of; kind of a lot, if that's okay. I love you kind of a lot."

"Kind of a lot is great," he tells you. His smile keeps getting wider with each word you say, "kind of a lot is so fucking great!" And he stands, elated, crossing the room to you, to wrap you up in his arms; it's like a great weight has been lifted from your heart as you meet him for a kiss. It's enthusiastic and feels inevitable in a way that has you lighting up from the inside out with warmth -

"I love you too, kind of a lot," he grins, pulling back for a moment to clarify, "if that wasn't obvious. I thought I was being obvious, so I'm sorry that I wasn't, I don't know, more obvious? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable and push it if you'd already read what I was trying to-" he isn't mad when you interrupt him since it means your mouth on his.

Later on, the two of you attempt to cram onto the sofa to recreate his earlier photo with Patches, and the minute you post it, alongside the original image for context the likes begin to skyrocket into the hundreds of thousands.

'i apologise for ever doubting the power of manifesting what you want' you caption the images, tagging Dream in it. You're both still on the sofa, though you've moved to a far more comfortable position, and he's pulled the crocheted green blanket to cover you too. A few moments later, the replies from your friends are coming in. Corpse says this should be the song cover. Sapnap, however, tags George, and simply says that he's sorry for saying anything. No-one else gets it, not yet, though you're sure it won't be long until this whole messy situation finally gets explained, becomes public news. You like the Tweet, and Dream snorts a laugh beside you.

"We are kind of dense," you said softly, "I'm glad he said something."

"If it means I get this, I'll forgive him for being a snitch," Dream gives you a squeeze, and you give a content little sigh, pressing against him further for just a moment.

"I think I've properly had feelings for you... ever since you ran to my house in the rain," you admitted.

"Because it's romantic- wait, that's like-"

"A long time," you sighed sheepishly, "yeah; I didn't really fully realise though -"

"No, no, that's a long time, yeah, but," and he's struggling not to laugh, and doing very poorly, "I realised I might actually love you the day you showed up at my door with flowers after only having had my address for an hour."

"God we joked about it so much but we genuinely romanced each other," you mused with something both horrified and awed, right before bursting out into laughter, "oh I kind of already hate us, that's sickeningly cute, what the fuck?"

And as you wriggle awkwardly to face him on the sofa, he's regarding you with fond adoration.

"I love us, we might be the worst," he concedes.

And you hum with delighted agreement as you kiss him again.

{sequel: its a hell of a feeling though}

#dream x reader #dream imagine #cc!dream #cc!dream x reader #cc!dream imagine #mcyt x reader #shut ur pretty mouth #cyltlanp #dream #Spotify

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jayietheriverwarrior · 2 years ago

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And now for the last (for now) TLK art I currently have done - sorry for just reusing the Kion art from the last drawing, but I didn't feel like drawing that mane again. I'll warn you now that I'll probably be reusing a lot of these for different family portrait type things. Lazy, yes, but I don't draw TLK art that often these days and these are more family/group portrait type things than full scene drawings anyway, really just there to let you compare designs.

Anyway, since I drew Kion with his siblings, it seemed only right to draw him with his Lion Guard in the first movie's art style. So here's the Guard! I'll also go a bit into my headcanons for how I would fit TLG into my TLKverse, if I were still writing anything in my TLKverse.

Background again belongs to Disney, and was edited for use by here: www.deviantart.com/through-the… You can see them without the background here.

I very heavily referenced Fuli off the cheetah at the very beginning of the first movie, and I changed her colors and pattern to look a bit more fitting for a king cheetah, while still trying to keep her looking properly like herself. Beshte was fun to draw, I definitely wanted to get across how bloody huge and terrifying hippos are, especially since they have jagged spear teeth rather than the harmless peg teeth they're portrayed with in TLG, while still having him as his friendly happy self. I mixed elements of the second movie's hippo designs, and his TLG design. Bunga is basically the same, I just darkened his coat to look more like a real honey badger and aged him up a bit by making his eyes smaller, face longer and less rounded, and lengthening his torso. Ono's adult design is based off of the adult egrets in his flock that appear in TLG.

The one I changed the most is Anga - I really love her design, but after looking at photos of martial eagles online, and seeing both how their faces darken as they age and how they're more of a dark brown with spots than purple with little V markings, I decided to change her design to look more like a real martial eagle, while still keeping a lot of elements from her old design, mostly shape and lineart-wise.

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Now onto my headcanons. In my imagining of things, there's no Roar of the Elders. Kion is the second son of Simba, who is working very hard to reestablish good ties with the herds after the destruction Scar wreaked on the Pride Lands. As a result, he is frequently meeting with various herds, addressing problems and building up trust, and sometimes Kion gets brought along so Simba can keep a protective eye on his beloved son. When Kion starts getting friendly with some of the young animals around the Pride Lands, someone brings up the idea of forming a new Lion Guard, but this time with animals from various herds and animals around the Pride Lands, as a sort of way of reassuring the herds that the lions weren't just going to trample all over the rest of the kingdom like they did under Scar. As stated, Simba is very eager to not piss off his still somewhat mistrustful subjects, so he agrees.

However, after the loss of his first son Kopa, Simba is very overprotective of his other two children. Kiara we see dealing with that in TLK II when she has to constantly have Timon and Pumbaa looking after her - for Kion, he was initially really excited at the idea of training to become leader of the Lion Guard - until he realized that it was just his father's way of giving him his own personal bodyguards while ensuring that his son never actually faced any danger himself. Simba helped train the Guard and pushed not-so-subtly for Kion to be protected and kept out of danger should anything actually happen. While the Guard were cubs, the positions they held were more ceremonial than anything, a way to assure the herds that they were being listened to and represented - but they were all being trained for the day that they could actually step up and take their true place as guardians of the Kingdom, and as time passed and Simba got more protective, Kion began to despair that he would ever be truly allowed to be his own lion and make his mark on the world without his father constantly trying to protect him.

Kion's friends, growing up beside him so closely, could see the effect this was having on him, and tried in whatever ways they could to make him feel better or to help him get away from his dad's protective gaze for just a little while. Bunga in particular acted obnoxious and goofy in public mostly to divert animals' attention away from Kion and to him, and to help shield his friend from the blame if anything less than perfectly safe managed to happen... better for everyone to roll their eyes and blame Bunga's incompetence for things getting out of hand, rather than Kion getting in trouble for disobeying his father's strict rules. Around his friends, Bunga was a much more mature and sympathetic indivudal. It was he alone among the Guard who knew of the hyena cubs Kion had befriended in secret, and who he met at the border often, playing games of wild adventures the Guard could go on (yes, I'm going with the "the events of the show are just games Kion plays as a kid, but his friendships with the Guard and with Jasiri are very real - Janja is Jasiri's friend who disapproves of her friendship with the lion prince, but covers up for her anyway, Jasiri and Kion make him the villain in their games mostly as a teasing joke, but they both very much care about him despite his grumbling about meeting with Kion being dangerous).

Anyway, the next bit I'm not as clear on how I imagine it happening, but when Kion's mane has just grown in (so older than he was in the show, think closer to Kovu's age in the second half of TLK II, has a full mane but still a very new adult), something happens that results in him getting the scars on his eye and Ono getting partially blinded. Kion not only has to deal with the trauma of the painful injury, but also the reaction of the rest of the Pride Lands. Simba has shielded his son so completely from any chance of danger that most of the Pride Lands don't actually know the prince that well. So all they see is another second son of a king with an eerily-familiar scar on his face, and the rumors and whispers of Kion becoming a second Scar start spreading through the Pride Lands like wildfire. Kion is horrified. He hates being compared to such an evil lion just because he has a scar on his face, and having so many mistrust and doubt him. To make matters even worse, he can't even combat the claims himself, because Simba has basically refused to let him step foot outside of Pride Rock except under heavy guard since the attack happened. He feels more trapped than ever.

That's when Bunga comes up with the idea. The Lion Guard protects the Pride Lands from intruding animals, but it's also meant to be sort of a spiritual position - they must fully understand the Circle of Life and uphold traditions and some other stuff that I haven't quite pinned down yet in my mind. Anyway, the Lion Guard is meant to complete their training with a pilgrimage to the Kingdom of the Tree of Life, where deeply knowledgeable healers live and use the unique herbs found in the kingdom to heal many ills (no magic healing here, just a lot of knowledge and herbs). The pride that lives there has a deep respect for the Circle of Life and the Great Kings of the past, and they are meant to help guide the Lion Guard in the final steps of their training. Simba will never let Kion go on such a long and dangerous journey, and the Pride Lands will never trust Kion unless he does something drastic to prove his dedication to his part in the circle of life - something drastic like traveling to the Tree of Life and completing his training. So Bunga and the rest of the Guard (and Makini) explain their idea to Kion, who hesitates over disobeying and scaring his father with his departure, but eventually agrees, desperate to finally prove himself. They sneak away, sending a bird a few days later to tell Simba why they left and what they're doing.

Stuff happens kinda similar to the show after that, but more toned down. Basically they travel to the Tree of Life, learn to love the place and the respect and ability to take on actual responsibility as a true Guard that they find there, and decide to stay permanently. Ono' eyes are never fully healed (though the healers do find ways to help restore his vision a little, mostly they help lessen his pain and help him fully recover in that sense), but he adapts well to his new role as the guard's Smartest. They never return to the Pride Lands this time, instead sending another bird to tell Simba they're staying. By this point, the whole TLK II thing has happened, so Simba is sad to lose his son but much more able to understand and respect his decision now. Kion eventually marries Rani and becomes King Consort of the Tree of Life. Simba and Nala travel to the Tree to meet their son's cubs, and Kion visits the Pride Lands to meet Kiara's cubs.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed my ramblings, and my drawing.

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NSFW Alphabet // Ethan Torchio

words // 2383

warnings // smut, clearly its nsfw headcannons

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader (might be mentions that seem like they are for f reamer but comeon theres lingerie for every body 👁️👄👁️)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. an apology to the people on my tag list i think i accidentally have not been tagging you this whole time i am so so so sorry omg

request // yes, it was a reblog i cant find it right now

summary // self explanatory

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Regarding you, Ethan is the king of after care. As rough as he can be in bed, that’s just how sweet he can be once you're done with it. Goes full on dad mode (don’t know how else to explain this). He will have water, painkillers if you’re now in pain, a washcloth to clean you up, new clothes, and of course the cuddles.

“I’m alright, Ethan. I can do it on my own,” you say as Ethan walks to you with the wet cloth ready to clean the mess he made on your body.

“I know you can, amore. I just want to take care of you,” he says as he leaves a kiss on your lips.

I can also see him being the one to make a big fat breakfast the morning after, or at least get up early to pick something up.

Now I also feel that he is in need of some aftercare. It depends on the day really, if he’s had a pretty rough day and all I feel like he’d ask for some backrubs after. In this case he’d fall asleep so quickly like omg. But on the biggest part I see him feeling the need to reassure you that the things he said (i think we already established that this man would call you a slut) are not how he feels about you and will be asking if you feel the same.

“Do you love me?”

“Wha- of course I do, Ethan! Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know… I guess - I guess I am worried that you don’t after what I said.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to himself I feel like he really likes his chest and arms. Like I don’t know but I see him really getting off with you pretty much mastubating on his chest. Ya know what I mean? (i think you do you little sluts). He pretty much enjoys anything you do on his chest. I can imagine him looking at the mirror after you two had sex, seeing the cum on his chest along with the marks you have left and just smiling.

“What are you looking at, love?” You ask, seeing as the man is standing in front of the bathroom mirror from your spot on the hotel bed.

“Nothing, just the mess you made.”

“Mhm, and I bet you like it, huh?”

“You have no idea… Hey, are you sure you got tired? Cause I think I can do another round.”

As for his arms, as I said, he simply really enjoys that he can man handle you anytime, get you in any position he likes and feel you scratching them from the pleasure.

When it comes to you, Ethan is an ass guy. Say what you want but the man is an ass guy, end of discussion. He loves anything that involves your but. It does not explicitly have to be something like anal. He simply enjoys seeing your butt and holding it in his hand. It does not matter if it’s big or not, if it has stretch marks or whatever. Wear lingerie that he likes or that itty bitty teeny weeny bikini if you wear them or even some tight pants that make your butt just poìp and he can not contain himself.

I think I have said that to someone here (i think I had sent an ask to zodi @ icouldbeyourputtet) before but I feel like this man is very into spanking, like not even the rough malicious way. but this very wholesome chill way.

You had been talking about it all day, not having had a minute alone with each other for days, you could only dream what you could do that night after everyone left.

A playlist was playing in the background and a cigarette was burning on the ashtray next to your legs, you assuming a similar position, as said cigarette, bent over Ethan’s lap as he caressed your ass cheeks and back, playing around with the lingerie set he had gifted you a while back. (Did I just go to search my fave porn vid, lol exposing myself, and get disappointed because I can’t find it and translate it into fanfiction? yes yes i did, so bare with what i can remember)

“It’s okay, baby, you can take a little more, come on,” he praised, leaving a spank and yet another soft rub on the very red cheek.

He continued, going with the music, a very nice pattern, not very rough spanks but just enough to cause pain, pleasure and redness all over. Accidentally the man landed a few very rough ones causing a gasp and a series of giggles as you practically fell off his lap.

“Ethan, what the hell?” You laughed getting up from the floor and this time sitting on the man’s lap, sharing kisses with him.

“What,” he copied your action and laughed, “it was not intentional. I got carried away by how nice your butt is.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is and is not messy. He will not want the cum to be in every surface possible you know, he will be careful but at the same time this man just loves to see his cum on you, whether it’s your back or your stomach, or in you if you’re ok with it. I bet he has a teeny weeny breeding kink but not necessarily because of the idea of breeding you but rather because he looooves seeing his cum run out of you… I'm not sure if this falls in the breeding kink category but alright

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to fuck you while watching porn.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he is pretty experienced. From what they band has said in interviews and stuff, he seems to be getting some pretty often (no one, NO ONE, is surprised at that). He is not acting arrogant tho (not unless that’s the dynamic of the night), he is willing to learn what works for you and you specifically

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As I said this man is an ass guy so I’d say anything that involves having the view of your ass. Humor me but i think he’d really like 69 with a female/afab partner (don’t know if this works very well with two dick-baring people lol). It has it all, eating you out,

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think it can be both with him. He will not exactly try to make jokes but if something like the previously mentioned spanking incident happens it’s def welcome.

Now as a general rule I see him being pretty serious. I will be honest, I’m getting brat tamer vibes from this man so it’s all pretty serious when you really get into it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering he’s an Italian man and if you look at a lot of photos of him he def fit the ‘mediterenean’ man type. I see him just barely grooming. I don’t see him really shaving or whatever but he also wouldn’t want you to choke on pupic hair, he much rathers you choke on his dick

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It all depends, really. He can be quite intimate with you but it all depends on the moment. There are different occasions for everything. For example, and this is a paradox that I hope I’m explaining well enough to understand, he is not very rough (will not be very aggressive and stuff, like to the extreme those tik tok boys want to pretend they are with their * growling * ew) but he will be rough. intimidating looks, spanking just enough to make you feel pain and redden up your ass cheeks. He’s like that mostly when you are being bratty.

Most of the times, like we’re talkin kind of lazy sex moments, it more wholesome ig, like very intimate and just comfortable and almost comforting. Ok, but like why do i see him having sex and having casual conversation (not the most common, i see this as like lazy day off, having nothing else to do and not being like super horny but being more like h o r n y … am i making sense?)

Setting the scene, you two are at home, both have a day off but it’s kind of raining so any of your plans are ruined. At this point it’s at around 10 am, not early, not late. You have missed each other and both have made it obvious but you are both in a very tired state so you opt for something not too much.

Plain and simple missionary is what goes around this time, Ethan on top just holding your legs around his waist,, going at a pretty medium pace.

“It’s a pity the weather is bad today,” says Ethan staring out the window.

“I know, we were going to go to the beach… I’m bummed about it,” you say, short of breath as the man continues his pace fucking you.

“Mhm, true. But this is better, amore, no? I’ve missed you so much,” he breaths out the last part, moans interrupting his words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does that pretty often, especially if you are not around to help. Sometimes it’s because of you that he needs to. I would def see him exchanging naked pics with you and at first he does that to tease you but he ends up teased when he sees a video you sent of you masturbating.

Bets that he’d be taking photos and vids of you fucking on occasion so he goes to these when he misses you on tour.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As I mentioned previously I see Ethan to be a brat tamer. That I see to be the main kink that kind of works around everything else.

“Can you stop this, slut? It has gotten exhausting. I told you no noise but here you are,” he ordered, looking down at you trembling below his finger tips.

His face was quite stoic, voice never wavering from the strict and cold tone he tended to have when scolding you on the daily. Most times it was leaving a cup out of the sink but this time the scolding came from misbehaving. As if it was not enough that he was punishing you for being a brat and riling him up all morning, now you had to disobey orders. It was getting to him for sure.

“I’m sorry daddy,” you whisper, Ethan seeming satisfied with the response.

“Aw, why so tame puppy, now you decide to be nice?” His tone stayed the same, his words imitating a joke but the whole ordeal was not even close to it.

Now as for other kinks (did I open a site because I could not think? yes, shut up), as a result of being a brat tamer dom there are some few more kinks accompanying specifically that. He is def into bondage, both tying you up but also being tied up on occasion.

“Puppy, I have told you that is not a way to treat me. Untie me,” he says calmly, wrists tied on the headboard of the bed, eyes fixated to you.

“Well, why not? You do it all the time,” you whine, placed on all fours, facing Ethan as you lean towards him on your hands, “I want in on the fun.”

If only he was not tied… Ethan’s mind was already going places, figuring out exactly how he would punish you after you untie him -or after he escapes the restrains, whatever comes first. You knew that, very well - in all honestly that was the plan, that is always the plan.

“Amore, let me go. Let me go and your punishment will be tame,” he voiced looking at you, now positioned on top of his lap, touching yourself right then and there.

“I sense you want to be punished puppy, don't you?” You simply nod your head, eyes closed in pleasure.

“You see, the problem is you will not enjoy what I am thinking.”

“Mhmn.”

“Well, get yourself off now that you can, cause after I get my hands on you… You’re not getting to cum for days, amore.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, anywhere. I can see him having a preference to the luxury of either of your houses or a hotel room but if you push his buttons just right, some restaurant’s bathroom it is.

why can i imagine him having sex at a weeding venue’s bathroom….. omg…..

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly, both. I feel like he would be extremely good at giving it, but would never opposed to receiving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them but he doesn’t love them, ya know?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

Is surely try to do new things but it will always depends on what it is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Come on. This goes without saying. He is a drummer for a living. He can surely go on for long…

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I def feel like he has a fair amount of toys. Some for himself, some for you… He looooves using them to punish you.

(small mention to my last fic little puppet)

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A ton! It’s his specialty. Maybe one of his most common punishments is edging and teasing. He can drag it on for days

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not very loud but is surely encouraging you to be.

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