#U-Model Screw

[1o1percentmilk]

i might go back and delete all of my art and reupload it all w/ nightshade at some point. Im not concerned abt my work getting stolen, ive actually always not cared abt.. "free" use of my art, but i would like to participate in a malicious campaign against people who think its okay to steal. Lol

[pavedinashes-if]

You know, in a way, it creates for great angst content.

If Fr flirts with you, you can question if it's for real, which is awkward 'cause duh, they are taken by your FRIEND, or if you are imagining it due to residual wishful crushing.

If you think it's for real and you are not comfortable with it ('cuz Fr is with your friend, or your feelings died down, or you are just shy and awkward, or you are already pining after someone else), you have to face the decision of confronting it head-first and making shit awkward if you turn out to be wrong, or getting misunderstood and losing your friend because they think you are making shit up/trying to break them up, or keeping it quiet and bearing it, much to your unease and stress, and having the knowledge of your friend's lover not being emotionally faithful.

You are gonna get stuck whatever you do!

(Well, aside from handling it Gordian knot via Alexander style by completely cutting them both out of your life so you don't have to deal with this circus, which is a whole different can of worms because what if they demand an explanation, as anyone normal person would if their friend all of a sudden stops talking with them!)

😈 I am ready to wreck MC in every single way possible, socially, mentally, physically, economically, until they are a husk of a human being. 💕

Amen to that! Angst wise it is absolutely terrifying. Just wear a fake mustache, huge glasses and mumble in a weird language once you spot them in Hamburg, pretending you dont know them (the model) and tell your bestie that distance out-bestied them, shit happens.

Thank you for the long message Anon and for beautifully capturing all painful details.

[zombvic]

KISSES TO MY EXES (joão félix x reader)

summary : in which y/n & joão soft launch their relationship as a response to their exes dating rumors

face claim : alexandra saint mleux (shes so gorgeous brooo)

notes : this idea came to me in a vision tbh like its so stupid im actually crying but hope you enjoy it. also no hate to magui shes so fine n stuff js her personality is irking me out xx

pairings : joão félix x ex!norris!reader , smau

It's safe to say both of them were screwed over by the two people who were now rumored to be dating.

Y/N L/N became a prominent figure in the sports industry even before she started dating the McLaren driver. She gained recognition in the Formula One community as Lando Norris's girlfriend. However, after their breakup, she became known as the one who was dumped by Lando Norris—in a good way, though.

She used the publicity of being dumped to her advantage. Instead of sobbing over the breakup initiated by Lando, she became the best version of herself.

João Félix, on the other hand, took his "breakup" as a challenge. A challenge to see how many times he could get fucked over by the same girl. The Portuguese actress and model, Magui Corceiro, was like meth to him. He couldn't stop going back to her; he didn't even try to stop himself. People say that "third time's the charm." Well, for João, it was the fourth. After she fucked him over for the fourth time, he decided he was going to start his villain arc (breaking up with her).

João's transfer to Barcelona came with much more than just a new club and a new country to discover; it also brought a new relationship.

The two had bonded over their recent relationship endings and on a personal level, they were a match. As months went by, their bond grew until it turned into an actual relationship. As of June 2024, they had been together for about five months, agreeing to keep it low-key. However, the moment they saw their exes link up they decided to reveal it piece by piece.

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formulagossip uh, oh !! ex-wag / wag gossip here !! the ex-girlfriend of lando norris, y/n l/n, had attended a wimbledon match whilst her ex-boyfriend (lando) was there with his current girlfriend (?), magui corceiro. they havent interacted at all but neither of the three seem excited about meeting eachother here.

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user oh shit

user bro downgraded (personality wise)

user slamming my head against the wall

user lando when will you learn

- user both magui and lando r red flags ..

user wonder if shes gonna cheat on him too ..

user lando x magui seem very pr-like

user doesnt magui follow y/n on instagram

user their relationship seems fun..!

user not a smile in sight

- user y/n is mewing 🤫🧏

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formulagossip even more ex-wag gossip! it looks like the ex girlfriend of lando norris, y/n l/n, has arrived at the spanish grand prix. she lives in barcelona and is a long time formula one fan. she got invited by the ferrari f1 team to their garage 👀👀

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user are we about to witness a ynlando reunion .

user noooo y/n run outta there

user she looks so gorgeous.. landos loss

user why would she be there for lando, cmon guys be so fr

user her outfits always eat

user shes so fine guys helppppp

user L LANDOOOO

user poor lando, has to see whats he missing out on

user post break up glow !!!

- user more like new relationship glow .

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formulagossip wave of exes this weekend 👀 joão félix (portuguese fc barcelona player) also known as the ex-boyfriend of magui corceiro was spotted at the red bull garage.

user damnnnn

user guys i lowkey ship joao and y/n

user y/n, lando, joao but no magui..

- user lmaoooo literally we need her here to connect them

user y/n liked ??????????????

user WHY IS NO-ONE TALKING ABOUT Y/N LIKING THIS POST

user i get u y/n

user ooooh she likes barca players

user chat i need him

user f1 & barca.. my two worlds colliding

user a smell a new couple

- user if delusional was a person:

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formulagossip y/n y/l, ex-girlfriend of lando norris liked our post regarding the portuguese fc barcelona player. the two have been following eachother for a few months and even spotted at some events together (via a fan who messaged to us!)

user 🚢🚢🚢

user chaaaaat i ship..

user the upgrade is wild

user i wouldnt be surprised if theyre dating tbh

- user they match eachothers vibe

user barca fangirl x barca player who ???

user ooooh i fear i like this

user girlie is gonna be the ultimate wag

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yourusername hot summer nights

user joao AND lando in the likes !?!?!?!?!? thats craaazy

user magui caught shaking

user shes so lana coded

user this is so unfunny i need her like actually

- user joao on a second account is that you ??

francisca.cgomes beautiful !!

- yourusername says YOU

- user aint that maguis bestfriend ...

landonorris 😍

- user brother ..

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joaofelix79 summer 💆🏽‍♂️☀️

user this pic got me pregnant

user woof woof

user y/n liked !!

user not to be dramatic but i think i’m dead

user the kids miss you

user who took the picture ...

user those biceps ...... rawr

user magui missing ouuuuut

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yourusername bit of this and that

francisca.cgomes #needthat

- yourusername #comengetit

- pierregasly what the fuck .

- pierregasly im telling your boyfriend

- yourusername fyi i read that in a french accent

- pierregasly much needed fyi .. thanks.

- yourusername what was that?? sorry i dont speak croissant

- user BOYFRIEND ?????

user mother is mothering

user wifey, are you cheating on me?

user who's that MAN.

user guys that's me please respect our privacy!!

user i think it's lando tbh..

- user get a grip

user dont ask me how i know this but those are definetly joaos hands

user the aestheticness is so visually pleasing xx

joaofelix79 posted a new story.

(translation : adorable)

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formulagossip former wag of lando norris, y/n y/l, is seemingly soft launching her relationship with the portuguese football player, joão félix. the two have been interacting both on and off social media for a while now and its not surprising theres possible romance going on !! y/n posted a picture of a pair of hands which match another picture of joaos hands. it also appears joao updated his instagram story with a picture of y/ns dog. what do you guys think?

user FINALLY . A HAPPY ENDING FOR THEM

user ahhhh thats so cute

user kika likeeeeeeed

user im so happy for them if theyre together

user ive been waiting for this moment

user beyond excited rn

user what the sigma im so happy

user ughhhhhh me when

user blud learned his lesson

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joaofelix79 rio de janeiro🤍😍

user THATS Y/NS DOG

user he hay sports

user my mannnnnn

- user hey girlie...

user did y/n take that picture 👀 👀

user looking good

- user its the girlfriend effect

user WOOOF WOOF

user i wonder how y/n feels about the comments

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yourusername cats out the bag n stuff

francisca.cgomes AAAAAAAH FINALLY

francisca.cgomes y/n is still mine tho .

- joaofelix79 nuh uh .. ????

- francisca.cgomes YUH UHHHHHH

- pierregasly bruhhh ☹️☹️

- yourusername sorry mr baguette man

user IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW

user aaaaaaaaaaaaaah cuties

user anyone notice magui & lando have been quiet for a while

user talk about an upgrade

user anyone else find it funny that kika (maguis supposed best friend) is congratulating y/n for dating joao (maguis ex)

- user and not even a like for magui & lando

user i love the dynamic between pierre, joao, y/n & kika

user fav couple tbh

chattttttttt this is sillyyyyy but yeah hope u liked it xx

[leafington]

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩. - kento n.

content warning !! - enemies to lovers w nanami (i caved), blackfem!reader, ngh modelceo!reader, ceo!nanami, me putting my business and entrepreneurship knowledge to use, light intoxication, suggestiveness at the end

a/n - IM BACK YALL WOOOOOO, sorry for making u wait @jellicatty 🙁

For years, Nanami has held himself to competition with you and your company. If he had a tier-list of all the people he hated, you were a close second to Gojo. To say he hated your guts was an understatement, some thought he just had some sort of lingering grudge, others assumed you two just got off the wrong foot but they couldn't be far from wrong. That man practically wanted you dead, and that's a hard call to make from someone who was raised well.

His mother was nothing short of a good woman, she taught his son to do great things—respect elders, women, and children alike, offer up his seat to those who needed it more than him, never pray upon someone's downfall no matter how hard they made his life. Each and every time he comes across your presence, he closes his eyes and mentally apologizes to his mother.

Your being insinuates such hatred within him. The way you arose to popularity out of nowhere due to what? Daddy's money? Your looks that earned you sexiest woman alive four years in a row? He wasn't accepting that 'model starting their own company' bullshit, not that he didn't believe one couldn't, just not you.

He recalls the very first moment he met you, three years ago when you made his life hell. 'Japan's Top Model, L/n Y/n, announces her official clothing line.' Who knew a simple headline could turn his future upside down? At the time, he'd only heard of you once or twice over a news article or a random scandal that just so happened to sneak into his algorithm. But this was different, it effected him in every way possible.

Suddenly, he has competition. 'LVS' stocks had reached a pinnacle point within just a few weeks of launching, he'd never seen those abbreviations before, the next, his own business was constantly being compared to by this new threatening company. All things after that basically consisted of Nanami fighting for his top spot. You can't even describe how upset he was when he first met you. A beautiful woman, buttering up the chairman into letting you attend the business meetings that he [Nanami] went to, pretty tits bouncing when introducing yourself to the other members of the council, and that gleam of something in your eye when you finally met with Nanami.

"So you're the one hogging No. 1?"

He doesn't give a damn how many of the other pervs fell for your charm, to him, you were the devil in disguise.

Nanami Kento despised you with every fibre of his person. Even at this formal event.

"Sexiest woman alive"? Damn right you were. He can see how easily the others fell for you, if he didn't have his head screwed on tight, he would've been the next one to take you in the office.

That black sleeveless maxi dress kept him on his toes the entire night, curves and assets prominent. The way you held your glass of sparkling rosé, chatting it up with whoever that unfortunate soul was that thought they would get you in their bed after this was all over. Nanami held his own drink, a good amount of scotch that'd get him through the remainder of the event without bashing someone's head in. He's trying to listen to his colleague brag about his latest product of his work that's been selling well, but you being in his line of sight smiling and giggling seemed way more appealing.

In no way is Nanami a man who occupied himself with women, until he found a good place to settle and retire, a relationship didn't have any room in his life. To the best of his abilities, he ignores the now reciprocated exchange of stares, only sipping from the modern glass whenever he felt he needed the extra loosening.

And loose he was.

You look good. Too good. He turned his head to avoid indulging, not with the woman who's downfall he's prayed upon. Though it's far too late because that scotch is getting it's moneys worth having already downed three glasses and bringing him closer and closer to the woman he claimed he loathed.

His compliments were unlike anything he's ever thought of you. "You look stunning tonight." "Your stylist did an amazing job." "The pictures do you no justice." Drunk words are sober thoughts as they say. His eyes were telling more than his words, he wanted you bad.

Compared to any other elderly male he knew what to say to have you feel won over, even if you were well aware of his hatred towards you. So.. though it was just for a night, you returned the favor. Addressing his compliments with your own, insisting that the media makes such false claims about his person, feeling him up, and eventually dragging him to the bathroom to show him exactly how you shot to the top.

"You minx." He hisses as your kisses trail lower from his jaw. "Oh? What happened to all that talk you were doing?" You effortlessly tug his tie off, allowing it to hang from his neck. "Do you do this with every man you want to surpass?" He grits, fighting his natural urges to give in. "Very few, only the ones that act uppity and look good in a suit."

"Fuck... I hate you so much."

©2024 leafington dont steal please!! :)

[lobotomisedsims]

SIMS 4: BEETLEJUICE MOD

Though I know I should be wary,

Still I download some mod scary,

Ghostly CC I turn loose:

BEETLEJUICE!

BEETLEJUICE!

BEETLEJUICE!

MORE INFO UNDER CUT

New CAS items:

Beetlejuice's suit (4 swatches, clean and moldy versions and different shirt colours)

Beetlejuice's trousers (2 swatches, clean and moldy versions)

Beetlejuice skin (different versions found in different places. You can find them in eye details, face paint, lipstick, and eyeshadow. Lots of different swatches for the version you want!)

Dolores's stitches (in facepaint and body scars. Version in scars has the stitches and seams separate to be put together similar to GrimGuide's halloween stitches if you've ever used that before)

Sandworm eyes (in... eyes. Where else would they be?)

Sandworm skins for SaveState furries (also works with SoraFoxy's furries and tomjj's furries, though some of the bird beaks look odd. Does not work for benji's furries. Looks weird.)

New BuildBuy stuff:

Delia's statues (set of 4, found in 'decoration'. This was my first time modeling in Blender so sorry if they came out a lil wonky!)

Beetlejuice's tombstone (3 swatches, 2 of different spellings of his name and 1 in simlish. Found in 'decoration'. PURELY DECORATIVE, DOES NOT FUNCTION AS AN ACTUAL TOMBSTONE! To get it to look more like the version from the films, I'd reccomend using the bb.moveobjects cheat to add a lil gargoyle of some sort on top)

Handbook for the recently deceased (MIGHT require Seasons? It shouldn't since I messed with the mesh and stuff but if you don't have that pack and it doesn't show up in your game let me know. 2 swatches for English and simlish. Found in 'activities and skills')

Striped wallpaper (10 swatches! I kind of went overboard. Found in 'wallpapers'... duh)

Striped chair (5 swatches, found in 'comfort'. Again this shouldn't require anything else if I edited the mesh properly, but it's possible this might require Cottage Living if I screwed up.)

New traits:

STRANGE AND UNUSUAL TRAIT

Faster at training photography and medium (from paranormal stuff) skills

Slower at building friendship and romance with other sims

Stronger 'sad' moodlets

Become inspired around occult sims (vampires, werewolves, aliens, spellcasters, mermaids, and the skeletons from jungle adventure)

Permanent happy buff when they themself become an occult (does not include the skeletons as it is a hidden trait you can't give to sims without cheats or other mods)

Random chance for sad moodlet because "nobody understands them"

Are happy when in Strangerville, become inspired in the secret lab (fair warning, I've had issues with getting this to work, this is my first set of traits so it could cause some issues! If anyone better at this stuff than me knows how to get this working 100% of the time please let me know ;u;)

Can give a "strange introduction" to new sims

Can "share dark thoughts" with other sims

Can "enthuse about cryptids"

NOTE: If you are planning on making Lydia, I would reccomend using this in conjunction with the base game 'gloomy' trait. When making this trait I didn't want to just replicate Lydia's personality exactly since I wanted this to be a trait you could use on any sim, and I didn't want to make it too similar to the 'gloomy' or 'paranoid' traits.

GROSS GHOST TRAIT

Immune to death! Since they're already a ghost and all that

Faster at training mischief and medium (from paranormal stuff) skills, slower at training charisma

Playful buff when engaging in mischief

Social need decays fast, hygiene need decays REALLY fast

Positive reaction to being dirty or in a dirty environment (including the fixer-upper apartments in city living! Receives energised moodlet upon spotting roaches and inspired moodlet with the unexplained smell)

Gains uncomfortable moodlet when clean

More likely to feel playful

Other sims will notice a gross smell around them...

Cats and dogs are scared of them (could not figure out how to do the same with horses, sorry)

Can "gross out" (mischief) and "freak out" (mean) other sims

Can "lie about being a serial killer in a past life" and "convince to visit the Neitherworld" (mischief)

Can "confess to eating bugs" and "reminisce on past pranks" (friendly)

Can "tell terrible puns" (funny)

OPTIONAL BONUS STUFF!!!

Suit and trousers based on my OC Sirius (I don't know why anybody else would wanna use these but I threw them in there anyway!) 2 swatches

I did make their little noose 'necktie' too but had trouble texturing it. No matter what I do it just shows up completely black in game. So I gave up lol

>> DOWNLOAD HERE!!! (SFS) <<

PLEASE READ! For the traits you NEED to also download the .ts4script file, not just the .package file!!!

OTHER RECOMENDED CC (important)

Some of these are REQUIRED for parts of the mod to work, others are other people's Beetlejuice related CC I thought was cool!

SaveState's furry mod (REQUIRED FOR SANDWORMS) https://www.savestatecomic.com/dlc/

@daylifesims's Lydia hair https://www.tumblr.com/daylifesims/700120977032560640/gothic-side-set-lydia-and-here-is-the-most

@kismet-sims's Lydia hair (now you got two options! lol) https://kismet-sims.tumblr.com/post/179286280949/simbleen-gift-one-lydia-hair-made-it-from

@mosneakers's posepack + Lydia inspired hair https://www.tumblr.com/mosneakers/765876897461764096/day-o-posepack

@I-too-love-mr-beetlejuice's musical Beetlejuice CAS stuff https://makesims-finds.tumblr.com/post/190684018895/ok-so-i-was-getting-impatient-and-decided-to

Divider by @strangergraphics!

[partycatty]

Can you do Johnny and a Fem reader thats taller than him? I'm getting KINDA TIRED of the whole 'u look up at him' thing like... no I don't.

the prompt made me giggle bc i have a mk oc that's taller than most people LOL

johnny cage > improv

johnny meets his new partner in his upcoming action movie, he doesn't expect to be outshined.

notes: johnny's like 6'1 probably, so i'm making the reader somewhere around 6'4ish. just taller. like "look down at him" taller.

[ masterlist ]

a new action movie? hell yeah, no problem, johnny figured as he walked with a sway in his arms. walking onto this set and that set was something he was fairly used to, and he practically owned his little area in this particular studio, considering just how often he picked up their projects. what he didn't anticipate, though, was his usual spot by the temporary living space was taken up by a trailer that was most certainly not his. who uses that color on the exterior?

then again, he thought, maybe something changed. maybe his assistant rented a different model and he was supposed to try it out. so, like the gentleman he is, johnny tries the door to the trailer that opens with a firm click. the last thing he expected was to see a figure at the other end of the trailer, sitting at a screwed-in vanity and humming under their breath.

"excuse me," johnny calls out, crossing his arms as he takes a few more steps inside. "i believe we haven't met."

you swivel in your chair, removing the earbud that was settled in your ear. when you realize who you're talking to, you sit up straight.

"oh," you're surprised he just welcomed himself in. "hello. are... is there something you need?"

johnny swallows, a little weirded out by it all. "yeah, actually. uh... you're in my spot."

"your... spot?" you raise a brow, looking around for the imaginary chair he must have been referring to. "i don't follow."

johnny shakes his head. "it's... nevermind. this spot on the lot is usually for the lead role."

his comment makes your brows knit together. "i am the lead role."

you can see the gears turning in his head as he realizes what he got himself into. you're an A-List celebrity, just like him. johnny wasn't going to be the top dog like always. it all makes sense now, reading the script and realizing why all of the emails were cc'd and never directly sent to his manager; you're the lead, he's the secondary.

all johnny could do was step toward you, now looking down at you as you sat at the vanity. his expression is blank, though there is a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks for being wrong. god, he hates being wrong.

"oh, sorry," your hands grip the sides of the chair, snapping him and yourself from the silent tension. "suppose i should introduce myself."

you hoist yourself from being sat and tower over the actor so easily it's a shock his knees don't wobble out of nervousness. you're tall, so damn tall and it flusters him even further. he doesn't even realize your hand is outstretched, he's too busy swallowing thickly over your shadow overtaking his form.

"you're..." johnny trails off, finally attempting to shake your hand. "nice to... meet you. sorry, i—" he spins on his heel and exits the trailer with a slam. you chuckle, realizing he was covering his face sheepishly, raising his sunglasses to the top of his head. interesting first impression.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

shooting the first scenes came quickly after your introduction, the weirdness of it all still bothering johnny ever so slightly. as you stood side by side he couldn't help but steal nervous glances. his side eyeing was not only incredibly obvious but reminiscent of a dog.

he always thought he was into people smaller than him, considering he himself was a big guy. but the way you'd use your height to your advantage, or the times you could look over him, he was blushing like a maniac. tragically, one of the scenes you two were meant to shoot was one where your characters were in a heated argument.

"if we let them go now, this entire mission would have been for nothing!" his character shouts, running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the prop gun on his hip. "i'm sorry, but i can't let you get in the way."

you weren't blind, you could tell your presence made him anxious. thankfully, just as his specialization is doing his own stunts, yours was improvisation. and boy, was now a time as ever to take advantage of this skill. letting out a faux-angered growl, you grab both of johnny's hands and slam them against the wall above his head. you lean down to get to his eye level, a snarl on your face that leaves johnny a stuttering mess. your frame was much larger than him, and with the way you bent down, he was completely caged within your grasp. you noticed the director stand up straight in amusement.

"listen here, you son of a bitch," you follow the script flawlessly, tone straight like you didn't pin your co-star to the wall. "you're gonna take an order and that's that, are we clear?"

johnny looked like he could agree to murder right about now. His eyes are hazy as he wets his lips and darts his eyes between yours. "loud and clear."

a loud "CUT!" saves johnny from further embarrassment, and you pull away from him like it was nothing. if the director was complimenting either of you, it fell of his deaf ears and johnny's far away gaze as his hand falls to his chest to check his racing heartbeat.

"you alright, lil guy?" you fold your arms and stand in front of him, a smirk toying at your lips, but you knew his fragile ego wouldn't be able to handle your full cockiness. however, you were sure the insertion of the nickname got to him like a metaphorical gunshot as he clutched the fabric of his shirt.

"peachy, doll." his grin was so strained he looked to be held at gunpoint. you had never seen an actor, of all people, to struggle this hard.

[freakshowtwopointoh]

Hi!! Can I request jealous Jordan li where reader is spending a lot of time with someone else, maybe for a school project or something and Jordan notices and is like, nope, not happening, this one's mine bc they're so in love with reader and want all of the attention

Whew, that was a lot, haha,

Thank you!!!!

*not sure if u want established partners or situationship w feelings or something else, but i think imma go with situationship bc thats always the vibe for jordan lol if u want more established relationship lmk*

Debate club was a sensible extracurricular, and you had been doing it since your school stopped having model UN in 9th grade. It wasn't your favorite thing in the world, but you liked to argue, so it worked out. This week, you were arguing the "for" case with your teammate for the semester, Blake Mathers. He's a grating sophomore with floppy hair, and telekinesis powers you've only seen him use to enable his own laziness. The head of the club was nice enough, but he was insistent on "teamwork" when you'd much rather write alone. It was exhausting, trying to filter your thoughts and opinions, and allowing others to shine was not your style.

You try to pay attention to what Blake was saying about the topic, but all you were thinking about was Jordan Li. Ever since you made out at one of Dusty's infamous parties, they had invaded your senses and your thoughts. They'd catch you staring during class, or you'd wear a tiny skirt to a party, and you'd end up in a closet, or a car, or a bedroom, all limbs and heavy breathing.

"Um, hello? Did you hear me?" You shake your head.

"Sorry. Say that again?"

"The argument we wrote yesterday. It's gone - my computer got fucked." Ah, crap. This is the second time Blake's stupidity has made you re-do work. You'd done some research at the start of the week, and he'd forgotten to mention the topic had been changed. You sigh.

"Well, fuck. Alright, let's go back to the library then." You turn around and start walking, trying not to show your disappointment. You'd been hoping to "run into" Jordan at the JitterBean - hence the tight-ass skinny jeans.

Waste of an outfit, you think bitterly, pushing open the glass doors and setting up at the table that you and Blake had been using to do your assignments. Thankfully you'd saved your notes from yesterday, so you began reconstructing your argument while Blake screwed off.

You weren't paying much attention to what he was doing until you saw him fucking with Justine. Now there's some bullying you can get behind. You giggle, and watch as he makes another paper airplane fly around her head. She glares over at him and storms out, which makes you laugh out loud. The librarian glares, and you exchange a guilty look with Blake before getting back into writing.

The afternoon goes by easily after that. You were vaguely aware of other students milling about or studying nearby, but you were in the zone. Finally, at almost 8, the argument was done, and you saved it in multiple places just in case.

You wave goodbye to Blake, happy that the session went reasonably ok and the work was done. Saturday's debate was going to be a blast.

"Have fun on your little date with Mathers?" Jordan was leaning against the outside wall of the library, expression unreadable.

"Is the infamous Jordan Li jealous?" Their eyes harden slightly.

"Not jealous, just lookin out for you. He's a moron." They begin walking beside you, not acknowledging how unhinged they were behaving. Just looking out for you? If they weren't so damn hot, you might slap them. But the fact that they were asking meant.... something, right? You ignored how that made your heart swoop and just kept walking.

"We have debate club together, and he keeps fucking shit up, that's all." You say, in spite of yourself. If you were smarter, you'd let them wonder what you were doing with him. But you couldn't keep from looking at them, and feeling disappointed you can't make out any relief in their eyes. But then, their arm is snaked around your waist and their lips are at your ear.

"You wear those skin fucking tight jeans to just study with him?" You grit your teeth, forcing your mouth to not say what you wanted so desperately to say: 'No, I wore them for you, and you're clearly the idiot if you can't tell that I am so wrapped around your finger that I will dress up just in case I see you.' and just roll your eyes instead. They let their hand slide from your waist to your back pocket, daring you to stop them. And of course you don't. With every inch their hand travels, your heart skips another beat. When they squeeze your ass ever so slightly, a whimper sneaks out before you can stop it.

And with that, you're being pressed against a tree and their lips are on your neck.

"Fuck, J." You curse as their teeth sink into your skin.

"You're mine, baby. Only mine." They murmur in your ear.

"Always have been." You say back, almost moaning as they continue their assault on your neck. They pull away at this.

"Yeah? That why you're spending all your time with Mathers and co instead of me, in such," They pause to run their hands on your hips, pulling you tight against them. "delicious clothes."

"I thought you weren't jealous." You murmur, sliding your hand up their back. "But I wore these, and what's underneath, for you and you alone. He's just a moron who's forced me to re-do my work twice this week alone."

"Oh, you poor baby. Let me take you up and make everyone hear who really owns you." You barely hold back a moan as they drag you up to your dorm to fulfill their promise.

[ghostbeam]

empty til she fills | fuyumi todoroki x reader

You’re beautiful, really. It’s truly no wonder why they chose you for the job, every line and curve and fold. They’ll never be able to capture you the way you really are. Nothing compares to the real thing.

Her eyes gaze over your neck, down your chest, over your stomach, your thighs. That familiar hunger sits in Fuyumi’s stomach, aches in her jaw. She wants to bite you everywhere that she can, really make you bleed. But Fuyumi doesn’t feed from anything but animals, and it’s not like you’d satisfy her hunger anyway. She’s given up on that feeling a long time ago.

Notes: Hiiiii everyone!!! This is the first installment of vampire empire and it’s all about fuyumi!!! It’s much shorter than I thought, but when it was done it was done u know? I love her I think she should be allowed to go apeshit and drink blood and not hold back if she wants to!!!!!!! Let her fuck!!!!!! Anyways yeah thanks for reading!! (title from vampire empire by big thief) u can listen to the playlist for the whole anthology here! Also I made a Pinterest board!

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, f! reader, explicit content, dark content, angst for like the briefest moment, violence, vampires, detailed descriptions of blood and gore (on both reader and another person), murder (u kill someone! It’s offscreen tho), blood kink, biting, drinking blood (fuyumi drinks from reader, u both drink from the dead man), biting and drinking from already open wounds, fingering, oral (reader eats fuyumi out!!! Yay!!!) (bloody), bloody sex, reader is sort of a masochist, soooo many commas, a line completely stolen from fascination (1979) cause I had to ajsjsjsjs, perspective changes between u and fuyumi like a lot idk I’m sorry she spoke to me<3

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Fuyumi has always been a little unsure of what to do with her hands. When she sits, when she walks, when she kisses, while she waits. Where does she put them? Where do they go?

It’s the same, squeezing porcelain clay through her fingers, molding and shaping and running a wire through the middle and cursing when it doesn’t topple over. She’s bad with her hands, but she loves it, lumpy mugs and all. 

And her mugs are lumpy, most of them break in the kiln, but whatever she’s proud of, she sends to her brothers. 

She’s never been much of an artist, and all the years she’s lived (many, many years), none of it ever interested her. But when you’ve done everything, there’s no harm in trying. And so even though her pots and bowls end up twisted and misshapen on the wheel, she tries and tries until they’re at least a little bit useful.

The truth is that there, in the studio, surrounded by people who do all the same things that she does, mess up and try again, break things when they don’t turn out, or smash fragile wet clay held together by careful hands, Fuyumi feels human. She makes mistakes. She screws up. It’s something she’s never been allowed to do before. 

Plus, you’re there. 

The anatomy class pays you to model. Sometimes, she sees you run around in your long robe, buying snacks from the vending machines or remembering something you left in your car. She’s completely enamored with you, with your humanity, how free you seem. She’s envious, in a way, but really she just likes you, wants you—wants to bite you. Which is dangerous for Fuyumi because she stopped feeding from humans ages ago. 

You collide on a Saturday night, left alone in the studio, separated by one wall. Fuyumi works late because she doesn’t sleep, and one of the owners of the building had given her a set of keys to lock up when she leaves. When she opens the door to the pottery studio, you’re out in the hallway, slapping your palm against the door next door and murmuring soft no’s as you peak through the glass. You have half a mind to just bust the thing down, except now you’re not alone in the hallway. 

Fuyumi. The pretty vampire with streaks of scarlet through her ivory hair, cute glasses perched on her nose, and hands you think about way more often than you should steps out of the pottery studio. You’ve caught her staring at you before, and you can’t tell if it’s because she knows of the similar condition you have in common, or if she’s as interested in you as you are in her. 

You both pause, caught staring at one another. The only thing on Fuyumi’s mind is that you’re probably completely naked under your robe. 

“I—um, got locked out.” You say, finally, blowing air you have no need for out of your throat like a breath. It must be nerves. “My clothes are in there. My everything is in there.”

“Oh!” She shakes her head free of the thoughts of your bare body. Then a realization, “I have a key!”

You move out of her way and let her unlock the door, jiggling the key in the lock and pushing it open. You grin, press your hands into her shoulders and let out a squeal of delight. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, no problem.” She speaks, willing herself not to melt at the feeling of your fingers digging into her flesh for a moment. She turns to leave, satisfied with the interaction, enough to hold her over for a lifetime, maybe. Your hands on her shoulders, your robe against your skin, your neck. 

“Fuyumi!” You call, and she feels like maybe she’s dreaming, or maybe she’s hearing things. But when she turns around, you’re looking at her expectantly. “Would you wait for me? I don’t really wanna walk to my car alone at night.”

It’s a good excuse, you think. Fuyumi’s got that bleeding heart (or lack of one). She won’t leave you alone. 

“‘Course! Yeah, I’ve gotta lock the front, anyways, so—yeah, I’ll wait.” She nods, stepping back into the room and letting the door fall shut behind her. She watches you untie you’re robe at the middle, and she spins on her heel, facing the door again. She hears you chuckle, and it makes her feel a little silly. You’re naked for, like, four hours every day. It’s not like you would care if she watched. 

But Fuyumi cares, because she doesn’t want to see you naked for the first time like that. She doesn’t want to see you naked and know she won’t be able to touch you. 

“Okay, you can turn around, now.” You speak now that you’re dressed. She turns and you walk toward her, locking elbows. She leads you outside, locks the door with your hand against her arm like she’s yours, and walks you to your car. 

“Guess I’ll see you next week.” She tells you, pulling away from you to walk to her bike. You call her name and it’s deja vu.

“Do you want to go get coffee?” You ask, stopping Fuyumi in her tracks yet again. She turns.

“It’s eleven o’clock at night.” Fuyumi says like an idiot. 

“I just—I wanna keep…hanging out.” You say, and well, so does Fuyumi. Of course, she does. “Your bike’ll fit in the trunk. I’ll drive you home after.”

So, she says yes, stuffs her bike into your trunk with the back seats folded down, and ducks into your car. 

You drive like a maniac, and you listen to your music way too loud, and Fuyumi hopes she doesn’t look as terrified as she feels despite knowing she can’t die in a car accident. But you can, she thinks, so yea, she’s terrified. And you drive like this all the time?

But you both make it in one piece, skirting into the parking lot of a diner with a yellowing neon sign out front. Everyone knows you inside, greeting you with happy smiles and asking you questions about your life, details Fuyumi hopes to know after tonight. 

You take her to a booth in the corner, sliding in next to her instead of across, thighs pressed up against each other as a waitress brings you both a mug of hot coffee. You order apple pie with ice cream, and Fuyumi envies the fact that you’re even able to eat it. Since becoming a vampire, she’s lost any appetite for anything that isn’t blood. 

“So, when were you turned?” You speak, licking vanilla ice cream off the back of your spoon, head resting on you fist as you stare at her. If Fuyumi had a working heart it would be beating out of her chest right now. “I don’t think you’re all that old. You actually seem pretty young. Tell me, maybe in the mid nineties, early two-thousands?”

Fuyumi opens then closes her mouth, unsure of what to say. How could you have possibly known (besides the fact that you got the decade way off)?

“I was turned in ’87 by an old boyfriend who couldn’t control himself.” You shrug, revealing the information like you hadn’t just told her that you, the little human she’s been so fascinated by lately, are a vampire. 

“You’re a vampire.” She says—a statement—not a question, because of course, you’re a vampire. 

“You didn’t know?” You ask, softer. She shakes her head, stares at the booth in front of her. She feels your fingers underneath her chin, and she’s not sure how she never noticed it before, but you’re hands are freezing. She lets you guide her to look at you. “Hey, are you okay? Did I freak you out?”

And it’s not that you’re a vampire. It’s not even that you’re a vampire that she was convinced was human. It’s that she wanted to bite you, wanted to feel that pop and gush, drink from you what’s not actually even being pumped through your body anymore, blood that’s lying dormant in your veins. And the thing is, she still wants to. 

“I think I’m just shocked.” She speaks, willing herself to calm down, accept the situation, adapt. “I haven’t met another one of us here in town. It’s new, but it’s…good. I’m actually a little excited about it.”

“You don’t sound excited.” You observe, letting your hand fall to her thigh. 

“I am—no really. I am.” She grins, leaning toward you. “How come you can eat real food?”

You think maybe she still hasn’t processed everything yet, the smile on her face a little unnerving. And there’s something in her eyes, raw, dangerous, hungry. It makes you shiver. “I never lost the appetite.”

“It tastes good to you?” 

“So good.” You nod, unknowingly moving a little closer. Two girls pressed up against each other in a booth in a dark corner. Two vampires. Two monsters. 

You’re there later than either of you expected to be, fingers intertwined, hands brushing away stray hairs, and words whispered against ears, tucking your face into her neck when you laugh at something inappropriate. 

When you leave, Fuyumi tugs on your hand, interlocks two fingers as you walk to your car. You drive just as bad, but she doesn’t think she minds it this time. To die by your side, and all that. 

When you drop her off at home, you scribble your number on her wrist with a green glitter gel pen and resist the urge to do something drastic like kiss her or invite yourself in. 

Fuyumi realizes she’s left her bike in your trunk, her only mode of transportation to the studio besides walking. She eyes the green glitter on her skin and opens her phone. 

left my bike in ur car:/ pick me up to go to the studio tmrrw? Read 2:22am

be there at 10 sent 2:24am

u can sit in on my class sent 2:25am

…

She does sit in on your class the next morning. You hold her hand and show her where to sit, a view of both the artist’s sketches of you and the actual you draped over a couch. It’s probably inappropriate to sit there all horny in the middle of this art class, but you won’t stop looking at her. You know exactly what your doing, mimicking the rise and fall of your chest like you’re breathing when she knows you’re not. 

You’re beautiful, really. It’s truly no wonder why they chose you for the job, every line and curve and fold. They’ll never be able to capture you the way you really are. Nothing compares to the real thing.

Her eyes gaze over your neck, down your chest, over your stomach, your thighs. That familiar hunger sits in Fuyumi’s stomach, aches in her jaw. She wants to bite you everywhere that she can, really make you bleed. But Fuyumi doesn’t feed from anything but animals, and it’s not like you’d satisfy her hunger anyway. She’s given up on that feeling a long time ago.

When the class ends, Fuyumi leaves to make more misshapen mugs, taking a few out of the kiln she thinks she’ll give to you. As the sun sets, both of you get ready to leave, and you’re at the door to the pottery studio by the time Fuyumi is done cleaning her space. You’re a little disappointed you missed watching her on the wheel, her pretty hands shaping the clay like you’ve seen her do many times before. You knock on the door frame, and she looks up at you, grins. Her hair is tied up, pieces of hair falling over her face, her cardigan falling down and exposing her right shoulder. You can’t get over how pretty she is, a little messy.

“Hi.” You speak.

“Hey. You ready?” She asks, throwing her bag over her shoulder and walking towards you. You always want to watch her walk towards you—never away.

“I’m ready.” You nod, intertwining your fingers with hers when she makes her way towards you. You drive Fuyumi to your house, your arm over the console and your hand on her thigh. 

Your place is small, really just big enough for you. The walls are a mauve color that Fuyumi decides she likes, tiny star shaped twinkle lights hang over each window instead of curtains, a bundle of violets stuffed inside a beer bottle sit on your coffee table, books and dvd’s and records all stacked against one another with what seems to be no sense of organization in your bookcases. It’s really not much for a vampire.

She sets her tote bag carefully on the counter, red and white checkered, pulling two of her signature misshapen mugs from inside. One painted blue with tiny yellow stars and the other lined with terribly drawn strawberries. 

“These are for you.” She tells you, turning to face you as you’re bent over your stereo, looking for a station you like. Bits from the past stick with you like a refrigerator magnet. Fuyumi wants to remember the look on your face when you turn around and see her gift for the rest of her life. 

“I love them!” You gush, rushing over to pick both of them up. “They’re perfect. One for me, and one for you. We’ll drink blood from them with our pinkies up and cheers to LeFanu.”

Fuyumi laughs, says nothing about the blood. “I’m glad you like them.”

You turn around, opening one of your cabinets open with a finger, setting the mugs down on the counter and moving two snoopy holiday mugs on one shelf towards the back. You set the gift down in their place and wave a hand over it like your presenting them on a gameshow, “I’ve replaced the snoopy mugs with them. That’s a big deal, you know.”

“I’m honored.” Fuyumi grins, moving around the counter to stand near you. 

“You should be.” You lean a little closer to her, let her hand brush against your hip, hook her fingers in your belt loops. You nudge your nose against hers, and she takes that as a sign to kiss you. 

Chapped lips meet yours, hungrier than you expected, much less soft than the girl before you. There’s a burning in your gut, her hands, those hands you’ve payed so much attention to, pressing into your hips, pulling you flush against her front. You let out a moan when she swipes her tongue against your lip, your bodies pressing closer and closer like you’ll become one person. She moves her leg in between your thighs, pressed up against you, and your mouth falls open in a gasp, one she wastes no time taking advantage of, all tongue and teeth, all her, her, her. 

The two of you end up on your couch, unable to make it to the bed. If you had to wait any longer, you think maybe you’d both explode. She eats you out, there in your living room, makes you come three times in a row, familiar hungry eyes never stray from your own. 

…

She doesn’t talk about the vampire thing. Ever. She goes quiet when you bring it up, busying herself with something else like washing the dishes in your sink or trying to find something to watch on tv. You mostly let it go because you know Fuyumi. You know how fascinated she is by humans, how she envies them, how that envy and fascination is the very reason you’re together now. 

And maybe it should hurt you, the fact that believing you were human was the one reason she’d been so interested. But you know her, bleeding unbeating heart and all, she loves you. She loves you and your monster, she just doesn’t love her’s.

It’s difficult to drag the body through your house alone, vampire strength being something you hadn’t been blessed with once you’d turned all those years ago. Fuyumi sent you a message that she’d be at the studio late and would probably just end up going home instead of coming over. You figure you have time to drain this guy of all he’s worth, pack him up into little tupperwares in your fridge and be done with him by morning. 

You’ve done this a million times before, dragged a body out to your back yard, fed from it until your satisfied before saving the rest. It’s enough to last you a couple of weeks. It’s a good system. 

You don’t hear the sliding door open, you just hear Fuyumi say your name. You look up at her, blood on your mouth, your neck, your hands, fangs poking out underneath your top lip. You’re sure you look terrifying, but it’s the look on her face that scares you. 

It’s disgust, and betrayal, and anger. It’s tears welling up in her pretty, gray eyes and her mouth falling open and closed at the sight of you. 

But Fuyumi, well, Fuyumi wants to join you. It’s taking everything in her not to fall to her knees and sink her teeth into the neck of this possibly innocent man. She wants to drink and kiss you, and drink, and touch you, and then drink some more, this time from your neck. But Fuyumi doesn’t kill for blood, and she thought that neither did you. 

“I can’t believe you.” Her words are quiet. If you both hadn’t been outside on a completely silent night, you don’t think you would have even heard her. 

“Fuyumi…” You begin, standing up from where you’d previously crouched down, blood on your hands falling against the concrete in sticky splatters. She takes a step back like she’s scared of you. 

“You killed him.”

“Fuyumi,” another step.

“Stay there.” You stop. It’s not supposed to be like this. She’s supposed to love you. She does love you. You have to tell yourself that. 

“I’m a vampire. What did you expect? This is who we are.” You try to explain. 

“It’s not—it’s not who I am.” She shakes her head, flashes of red appear behind her eyes, the teeth of her brothers, her hands covered in blood the same way yours are now. Laughing, hollering, arms tangled together, the last time they’d all been with each other, the last time they were happy. 

“It is. It is who you are. Fuyumi, you’re starving.” Your words seem to do something to her, her mouth falls closed. A decision is made, and her feet take her closer and closer to you and the body on the floor. 

She wraps her hand around the back of your neck, thumbs through the blood you’re covered in and kisses you. She licks the blood on your lips, moaning from either your tongue or taste, you’re unsure. You pull her close, blood smearing against her white t-shirt. She pulls away from your lips, kissing your jaw and your neck, poking her tongue out to lick up the mess. You place your hands on her cheeks, pulling her back to look at you. 

“Come here.” You whisper, pulling her down as you crouch to the ground. “I want you to drink—I want to share.”

She lets you pull her down, taking your hand in hers, slippery, slick. You move away from his neck, leaving it open for her, urging her. This is what she wants. There’s something about drinking from your bite in the man’s neck. You’ve been here, you’re bite is her bite is her blood. 

And, god, is it delicious. She drinks, lets it fall down her throat in large gulps, dripping down her chin and neck. A sound escapes her throat, guttural, everything she’s deprived herself of having, here in between her teeth. She watches you while she drinks, eyes looking up through white lashes, reaching a hand out to hold you by the wrist, grounded. She pulls away, heaving, even though she has no need for breath. Her lips, saturated in red, begging to be tasted.

“You’re beautiful like that,” You speak, squeezing her hand, “with his blood on your mouth.”

She kisses you, all tongue, her fangs catching on your bottom lip. She pulls away and pushes you down, lets you bite the other side of the dead man’s neck, pets your hair as you drink. It goes on like this for a while, kissing, drinking, touching, whispers of please and oh, god and both of your names over and over until you’re a jumbled mess of words and sounds and blood and guts. 

You stumble, half naked through the door, Fuyumi’s hands and lips all over you. You don’t make it to the bed, a habit the two of you have seemed to form, falling down on the hardwood, limbs all tangled. With her shirt already discarded outside, you thumb the hooks of her bra open, throwing it to the side. Blood has dripped from her throat down between the valley of her breasts, and you lick it up, feeling her back arch as she hovers above you. 

She kisses your neck, almost frantic. Her fangs brush against your skin like she might sink into you, but she doesn’t, just kisses you so sweetly. 

“Can I bite you, please?” She moans. “I need to—I’ve wanted to—”

“Yes.” You interrupt her, throwing your head back against the floor and baring your neck to her. She wastes no time sinking her fangs into your flesh, blood pouring into her mouth. Coppery and sweet, a hint of licorice and cherry—Fuyumi thinks she can’t get enough. You gasp, hands grabbing at her waist, fingers digging into her sides enough to leave a mark. You’ve never felt pain like this, all agony and bliss. 

She smiles at you, bloody, when she pulls away. A part of you is her’s now, nestled between her ribs, living in her stomach. You taste yourself on her lips, hands pulling at her jeans, your leg moving between her thighs to grind against her cunt. 

You flip her onto her back, sucking on her neck, venturing down her body. You pull her jeans from her legs, along with her underwear, spreading her legs. She’s so wet, thighs sticky with arousal as you run a finger through her folds. A whine escapes her lips as you thumb over her clit. With your eyes on her, you press your tongue to her entrance, watching how her face contorts in pleasure. It reminds you of the way she’d stared at you while drinking from the man, hand clutched to your wrist, not once daring to look away, With one hand, you reach up to do the same, bloody fingers circling her wrist as you devour her. 

She writhes, arching her back and grinding against your face, a mess of slick and blood pooling in your mouth as you bring her closer and closer to orgasm. 

“Please!” She cries, “please! Oh my god!”

Her moans only spur you on as you speed up the movement of your tongue, squeezing her wrist as you let her move her hips against your mouth. She comes with a strangled cry of your name, legs shaking around your head, falling limp against the floor as you lick at her swollen clit. You pull away, rising from your place in between her thighs to hover over her.

“Like that?” You ask her, placing soft kisses against her jaw. She manages a soft mhm before moving her face to kiss you.You run your hands up and down the sides of her body, “so pretty…”

“Let me touch you.” She begs, pushing herself up onto her elbows. You nod, letting her maneuver you so you’re on your back again. She kisses you again, swirling her tongue against yours, tasting herself. In a way, part of her is yours now, too.

She slips her hand into your underwear, gasping at the feeling of how wet you are. You take the opportunity to lick into her mouth, moaning against her lips as she slips two fingers inside of you. She pulls away from your mouth and eyes the open wound on your neck. You lock eyes with her, nodding in approval, allowing her to bite you again. 

She bites and curls her fingers inside you at the same time. A choked scream escapes your throat at both sensations. You move your hips as she pumps her fingers in and out of you, her throat bobbing with each drink she takes from you. It’s overwhelming, and so satisfying, being the consumed for a change. 

Her thumb brushes over your clit and you jolt, gripping her waist as she brings you closer to the edge. 

“Kiss me!” You cry, “Fuyumi!” 

She pulls away from your neck, watching how the blood flows from the wound, continuing her movements against your pussy. You pull her down to kiss you as you come from her fingers. You’re both moaning against each other, passing your blood between your tongues. She pulls her hand from between your legs, stares at the pink-tinted slick and how it webs between her fingers before wrapping her lips around her fingers and sucking them clean off. 

She smiles down at you, hair a mess, glasses-less as they’d fallen off much earlier. You press your palms against her cheeks, admiring her. This Fuyumi is hungry, and bloody, and the furthest thing from human. You love her like this. You’ll be her’s forever, if she’ll have you. 

You pull her into the shower with you, washing the blood from her hair and her back, taking turns and watching the blood swirl down the drain. She cleans the wound on your neck, and places a bandage over it, though you know it’ll be healed by morning. You place her glasses back onto her face. The two of you fall into bed, finally, arms and legs tangled together, huddled closely. She rubs over the bandage on your neck. 

“Next time, I wanna bite you, okay?” You ask, nudging your nose against her. She lets out a laugh you’re excited to hear for the rest of your immortal life and nods. 

“I can’t wait.”

[redrosesandcharmingsouls]

I also wanna point out that Rhaenyra’s council of advisors on Dragonstone are all men. She’s had 6 years to build a model of change on Dragonstone which should have reflected the change Team Black thinks she would have brought to Westeros but she just didn’t?

When the War starts and Rhaenys, Baela and Rhaena join her around the table, it’s not because Rhaenyra values women or sees their potential as advisors and politicians. it’s because she needs them, their dragons, the Velaryon fleet, resources they can gather her and their men and swords. And the twins only join to stand wordlessly next to Rhaenyra’s sons, to smile at them and make them feel important.

Rhaenyra isn’t a feminist and she wasn’t trying to change any woman’s lot in life. Rhaenyra just wanted that ultimate power for herself and there’s nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with Rhaenyra OR Alicent as women craving power in the society they live within but I wish the writers and team black supporters would stop demonizing Alicent for it while praising Rhaenyra for the same thing. Framing Rhaenyra as some kind of a maverick and hero of the ages when she wasn’t that. Like Alicent or not, she was a better politician than Rhaenyra and she always was. Even as a teenager. Could be because they have different fathers, both are deeply flawed men and both doomed their daughters to the narrative respectively but Otto raised Alicent to know that she couldn’t navigate the world on privilege alone, so Alicent has had to use her brain and her words to work within the oppressive system she was born in. While Viserys always bailed his daughter out and coddled Rhaenyra to the point where it screw her and she makes these massive stupid decisions with the expectation that father and her family name will always be enough to turn the tide in her favor.

At the end of the day, Rhaenyra was a mediocre ruler. She was almost as lazy as Aegon. Can we all admit as team black or as team green and that color in the middle that fleeing to Dragonstone for 6 years and not making her presence a constant thing at court was S T U P I D. It was lazy. It was shortsighted. She expected things to just be presented to her while doing none of the work needed and in the end she fucked around and found out in a big way. On Dragonstone she had the opportunity to build a Kingdom for herself that could’ve reflected a change she wished to bring to all of Westeros. She should’ve been politicking her ass off and built a reputation in the 6 years that she ruled over Dragonstone but she sat on that Island comfortably and complacent. She did not show in any reasons why she should be Queen over Aegon’s King. If it was a question asked of her could she herself even answer with anything besides it’s her birthright and her father said she was to be Queen and he never wavered?

Even with all of Daenerys’s flaws and her failures, Rhaenyra is no Daenerys. She had no desire to liberate women. She saw no importance in the smallfolk.

Anon ,im so sorry i didnt answer earlier but i genuinely dont know what to add other than yes.

Honestly you do you and i respect that but i you have publish it on an account of yours i will reblog it to DEATH.

[ch1-kasak0]

NO PLEASE I LOVE READING CUPHEAD HCS PLEASE PLEASE I HAVE SOME BRO SHARING IS CARING NEOW BROO PLEASEEEE😭

OH GOD I'M SCARED OKAT I'LL JUST LIST OFF THE ONES AT HBE TOP OF MY HEAD

•his conscience is based kinda like a boat tower thing where there's this big ass building that has a light that changes colour based on his emotions and when he goes into a black out it shines red really bright and there's like black and yellow accents

•most of the beings in his conscience/conscious idk are different vers of him and there's one of him that's a whole ass wendigo

•really likes cats, cats r his fave animal omg

• will wood, MSI and maybe mitski coded idk

•cuddle bug, if he falls asleep in yo arms you r NOT moving🙏

•lowkey bi, screw the wiki he's def kissed some men

•can cook, but can only cook what kettle has taught him, couldn't make a simple fried egg but could cook a while 5* steak and mash no problem and could make the best cakes ever (credits to baroness von bon bon she def taught him💪)

•has probably been fed human before by blackhat and flug

•used to be besties w dementia

•mamas boy🙏

•is the one out of him and mugs that can actually save money somehow even though he's the one who has a gambling addiction

•remember the fight w him and bendy where bends bit his arm? Yeah, that arm is completely numb, occasionally nibbles on it like a stress toy

•would cry if someone gave him a cat on his birthday, especially if it was old asf or disabled in some way, would care for it like his own child

•no idea what happened between him and meg but would also cry if he had to face her again (she would humiliate his ass like the queen she is🎀)

•has had the most questionable convos w Jeremy Fairfax ever

•lowkey would be a small spoon when he's sad

•has really nice nails and actually natural eyeliner, like he looks like he's wearing eyeliner but he isn't he just built that way

•man boobs, had a breast reduction during his heart surgery non-consentually😭

•walks like a model (natural catwalk or whatever but not as dramatic)

•i honestly feel like demitasse wouldn't accept him as her son because of his demon blood :(

•one of his eyes has a yellow spot near his pupil and the other has a pink spot near the edge of his iris (I'm not sure if it's heterochromia or central heterochromia)

•cried so hard he had a panic attack when he woke up after nearly dying during the experiment when he was like 13 and mugs was scared for him :((((

•his pupils expand like a cat when he sees someone he loves or when he eats sugary stuff (cat coded💪💪)

•his nails r claw like, meow ig

•goes limp when ppl touch his hair, like that shit hits different he will melt that's why he hates it when ppl touch his hair

•knows like one dance meg taught him, and just so happens he only knows the woman's role so it's basically useless to him

•Quadratus once told him to look at the stars to guide him (when he had just lost to the devil and was about to leave inkwell isles) and if the stars failed him to turn to the oceans waters and call to quadratus for help (I like to think quadratus can just spawn in any water source but only if u use a certain rune that cup knows)

•lowkey really likes learning about cannibalism and crazy shit like that

•along with wood lillies, some of his fave flowers r black dahlias, roses, lily of the valley, spider lilies, and others🙏🙏

Let me know is there is anymore type of headacmons u wanna know about I have angst, NSFW and probably a lot more idk🙏🙏 holy shit I need to learn how to spell and type slowly😭

[lol-jackles]

Sorry if you've already spoken on this but here is my question:

Concerning TW, why did Jensen drop the ball so bad on this? While screwing over Jared and SPN's legacy over a hot mess - I thought he wanted to show he could do good without Jared and create a "SPN"ish world with himself at the centre. But he barely did any marketing for it, seemed unbothered during press time (irritated even w/ Danneel) and seemed to not care about the story, characters or the shooting. I mean the man didn't need to make something to memorable but he seemed to not even try while putting his post-spn reputation on the line.

He even brought his wife as a partner on a show (spn) she never cared about. It couldn't have been simply a big F U to Jared for being the actual lead of SPN. If it was simply narcissism, that man is deep in it then... or he is simply as simple-minded as his wife (no offense... but after hearing her talk... gosh darn)

Jensen’s business model has always made my eye twitch, it's why I keep offering to manage his career for free. There's a reason why most actors should never be in charge of their own projects.

As actors we're supposed to do research, research, and more research. Jensen doesn't do research because he has tons of raw talent. But to quote Einstein, "Genius is 1% talent and 99% hard work". Without hard work, that talented kid is just going to be a normal kid. Jensen's acting method is largely instinctual, and he applies the same method to his business model. When Jensen acts, he doesn't go into a scene looking to do a scene, instead he goes in to give over to how the other person makes him feel, he doesn’t worry about how he’s going to say his lines, he says them intuitively. That's fine for acting, up to a degree. That doesn't work in business.

"but he seemed to not even try while putting his post-spn reputation on the line."

Like most celebrities, Jensen's idea of being a businessman is slap his face and name on a product, let others do the work, and sit back and wait for the royalties to start rolling in. Just look at how he handled his first #SPNFamily tee-shirt campaign in 2015, it was barely the default minimum.  And that’s fine, a lot of celebrities do that. But it’s not ideal for somebody who wants to create something.  It’s easy to have ideas, but it’s very hard to turn an idea into a successful product.  

To actually run a business on a day-to-day basis is not Jensen's forte. Like how some people are enamored with having their dream wedding and not thought about the work that goes into a marriage. Post-SPN, Jensen doesn’t have a Jared to pick up the slack for his under-functioning handling of his prequel project.   We saw the preview of this during the YANA campaign:

Jensen & Misha: Hey guys we're launching YANA! And click the link below.

Fandom: Cool, so what is YANA?

Jensen:  *puts his head on Misha’s shoulders* There’s a link below!

Fandom: But what is YANA about?

*Literally 20 minutes later*

Jensen and Misha: *clowning* Don’t forget to click on the link be….

Fandom: Fuck you, assclowns!  Where’s Jared?

*24 hours later Jared explained what YANA is about on his Facebook even though he’s not part of the YANA campaign*

Fandom: Thanks Jared! Wow that only took 2 minutes.

Me: It literally took 2 minutes.

As for Jensen bringing on Danneel into the $PN brand, they’ve been trying to raise Danneel’s profile for at least 5 years and thought ingratiating her into the $PN fandom that she had no part in cultivating would be a swell idea.

[phoenix-downer]

Catting Around Chapter 2

Summary: Kairi comes to terms with the cat-astrophe on her hands and makes plans to fix it.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

(This story is a sequel to After Ever After, Love’s Cost, and Enchanted Neighborhood).

“Stay calm, stay calm, this is a geriatric pregnancy and I need to stay calm,” Kairi muttered to herself as she paced back and forth in their backyard, her entire family staring up at her with feline eyes. She wasn't sure who was more weirded out, their actual cat Kageko, or the humans turned cats.

"Sora, how on earth did this happen?”

Her husband-turned-cat shot a look at Haruto, as did Miyu. He wasn't paying attention, because he'd spotted a cockroach in the grass and was stalking it, tail swishing back and forth.

“Haruto,” she barked at her son, “I don't care if you're a cat right now, don't you dare eat that.”

He ignored her and pounced on it. A moment later, a sickening crunch sounded out. She put a hand over her mouth, but that didn't stop her from hurling up lunch into the bushes. Her stomach was always extra sensitive during her pregnancies.

“No one eat that,” she ground out as she wiped her mouth, well aware of what weird stuff cats would eat. Sora trotted over to her and rubbed against her legs, meowing sympathetically. Kageko meanwhile was sniffing Miyu and then Emi, and Emi meowed loudly at her. Haruto finally swallowed the bug, looking way too pleased with himself.

“I don't trust myself to change you all back right now,” Kairi said at last, rubbing her temple. “I never was quite as good at transformation magic as Donald—“

At this Sora meowed loudly, and Kairi thought he sounded rather indignant. His blue eyes told the same story.

“Okay, fine, I always managed to change you back, but that's different. And maybe I could still change you back, but what about the kids? I don't want to screw that up. Besides, Aerith told me to be careful about using magic during this pregnancy. It's okay if I use it every now and then, but I should stick to stuff I'm comfortable with. I think I'll just call Donald and ask him to come over. That seems safest.”

She pulled out her gummiphone and dialed the familiar number, keeping an eye on the kids/kittens as they wandered around the yard. Thankfully Sora hovered around them like an anxious mother hen, and Kageko seemed to have taken it upon herself to also watch over the kids. Somehow, the elderly lady had figured out that these were her humans. How, Kairi couldn't say for sure, but she figured it had something to do with their scents and Kageko’s very sharp nose.

That and they weren't acting fully cat-like. It was almost kind of funny watching them totter around on wobbly legs, entirely unsure of what to do with their tails. Sora was the only one who had any measure of grace in this form, probably because he'd been a cat before. And a lion. He deftly prevented Haruto from eating another bug, swatting it away and giving his son a warning stare not to do it again. He grabbed Emi by the scruff of her neck once more when she started to wander towards the fence, and he modeled to Miyu how to balance her tail and swipe at things.

“Hi Donald, yes, it's Kairi. I'm doing good! I'm just calling because I have a bit of a situation on my hands. No, it wasn't Sora this time, it was Haruto. Somehow, he turned them all into cats. Yes, it would be great if you could come by soon. Oh, you can't until tomorrow?” Kairi frowned and chewed her lip. Could they make it an entire afternoon, night, and morning without getting into too much trouble? Haruto had already eaten a bug and Emi had already made a mad dash for the fence.

Well, it was better than nothing, and Donald was doing them a favor…

”That's okay, we'll make do until then. Thank you so much! Yes, I'll make you some of my famous cookies for your troubles. Say hi to Daisy for me! Bye!”

With that she hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket. “Alright everyone, we have to make it until tomorrow. Uncle Donald will be coming to transform everyone back. Inside the house, now.”

Sora began herding their children indoors as Kairi held the door open, and Kageko brought up the rear.

Kairi glanced at the kitchen table with all of her craft supplies on it and sighed deeply. Hobby time would have to wait until later. And she had better get those supplies put up before the cats came in. She wasn't sure they'd be able to resist batting them around.

She silently prayed the house would be in one piece by the time Donald showed up. It definitely wasn't kitten proof. Kageko had her own little quirks to be sure, but she was pretty well behaved and she was just one cat. An additional four cats on top of that to chase around and keep out of trouble?

Deep, deep breaths, Kairi. You can do this.

Sora meowed again, rubbing against her legs, and she knelt and gently picked him up. His eyes seemed to say, I'm here and we're in this together, and she rubbed his cheek over the scent gland she knew must be there. Most cats loved having the spot rubbed, and sure enough, he leaned into her touch and kept butting his face against her hand.

Smiling, she brought him to her face. A moment later, he started purring and nuzzled her cheek.

Yes, she could do this. She had Sora's help and Kageko’s help. Surely the three of them would be enough to manage three mischievous, unruly kittens.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! And thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and commented on last week’s chapter, I really appreciate it ❤️ See you all next week!

[nichestartrekkie0-0]

Give Me That (Fic) PG/fluff :))

Hey! I can't remember who wanted Mentor/Mentee fanfic but here u go!

2k words, PG rating! Summary = Hemmer's family invites Uhura to dinner. Chaos ensues.

Words!

Se'waya= mentee/daughter (non.familial)

Se'hammun= extended family (unrelated)

(Set after Episode 4)

Give Me That. 

After a long day, it took almost everything Hemmer had not to collapse on his bed. He still had some paperwork to complete. 

The room itself was nice. It was modern, sleek, and completely void of any trace of home save for the small keepsakes he had managed to cram in his away bag. 

His apartment at home was the opposite. Despite being in the Aenar capitol, it was filled with manuals and models of starships. It also had a decently stocked pantry of food and a small altar. 

He wasn’t religious. Not really. It was more habit than devotion, but at least it kept him in line. 

Being among people who were almost inherently violent was both incredibly tiring and almost isolating. Aenar were communal, and it was infuriating to him how he had to hide or redirect his motives among the crew. 

He couldn’t leave the coffee pot on purposefully, he had to say it was an accident. Even though he liked watching everyone have hot coffee, he couldn’t own up to that fact. 

He couldn’t directly say that he ordered extra food for his ensigns, he had to say he screwed up and input the wrong number. Apparently, admitting to charitable acts was both bragging and kowtowing at the same time. 

He couldn’t say ‘I care’. He couldn’t say ‘let me help’. He couldn’t say so many things.  

So, he would simply show his intent with his actions instead. 

Despite his pile of work, after a shower and a quick prayer, he fell into bed. He knew if he tried to do anything other than sleep it’d just end in disaster on his part. The last time he did work in such a state, he had to redo his calculations twice. 

He expected to dream the same dream of nothing he’d been having for the past few days.

Alas, it’s cruel how expectations work. 

A shrill ringing woke him from his daze. As he stumbled over to his communicator, he realized the sound was coming from his computer. 

It was a call. 

He yelled at voice command to turn it off and tell him who was calling. At the mention of the name, he groaned. 

It was Gevven. His platonic life partner. 

Aenar can make bonds– as the Vulcans do— but there are usually a few people they share them with. Friends can be included and are expected to be a part of the bond. 

Hemmer had known Gevven since they were fifteen. An unfortunate fact, as Gevven still harbored the idea that they could drink like they could in their youth. 

Another unfortunate fact was that Gevven never, ever called. If his friend was calling him, something was on fire. 

Hemmer scrambled for the ‘answer’ button and waited until Gevven’s voice rang through the room. 

“Ah! Afghan’im!”

Hello, my friend!

“This had better be good.” Hemmer spat in English. 

Gevven paused. 

“It is...the next base you’re stopping at has a delegation of Andorians there-”

“So?”

“Let me finish!” Gevven sighed sharply, “The Speaker is going to be there.” 

“My…mother?”

Hemmer could almost hear Gevven’s eyes roll through the line. 

“No, the Andorian Emperor.” He spat, “Yes, your mother! Who else is the Speaker?!” 

Hemmer fell silent. His mother was…conventional. He had inherited her temper and her stubbornness, and it was a miracle that he’d been cordial on the Enterprise so far. 

Simply, the only reason he was friendly was because he had friends. The crew aboard the Enterprise was quickly becoming his Se-Hammun. Extended family. 

Gevven scoffed, “You told me that you have a se’waya. She’s going to want to meet her.”

Hemmer stood completely still. “My mother and Uhura would not get along-”

“-You don’t have much choice in the matter. She already invited us to dinner.”

A beat passed. Then two. 

“Us?” Hemmer asked, glaring at the monitor. 

“Yes, us! Do you have snow in your ears or something?”

Hemmer paused. Gevven hated space. He hated the dark and the possibility of his blood boiling if there was a simple crack in the hull. There was absolutely no way he’d ever leave the Northern Wastes let alone be halfway across known space. 

“Where-”

“Where do you think? I’ve been slowing her down the last week! You owe me. We’ve really got to get her a better escort too. The Andorians have lost her twice now.” 

Groaning, Hemmer put his head in his hands. A dinner he could handle. A normal, nice, simple family dinner would be no problem. However, throw his mother, a socially anxious human cadet, his best friend, and himself into a restaurant and things were bound to get sticky. 

He knew he could be blunt. He could be arrogant and distant. His mother was the same; he had gotten those traits from her. His father-

Wait. 

Hemmer stepped forward. “My father isn’t going to be there, is he?”

He could hear Gevven smiling through the line. “Thank God, he is.”

Both men breathed a sigh of relief. 

While Speaker Hemmer was something of a tempest, her husband was more akin to some small and fluffy prey animal. He was kind to the point of being almost saccharine. Even better, he was a good speaker and a good conversationalist. 

Hemmer loved his friend, but Gevven took the kindergarten rule of ‘being honest’ to a new level. The man had no filter and desperately needed one. 

Gevven paused, then asked, “Your se’waya…she’s anxious right?”

“Somewhat." Hemmer winced, "She just doesn’t like people.”

“Oh. Great. We’ll sit her next to your father then.” 

“Alright. Where is it?”

“Some fancy restaurant, I have no idea. I’ll send you the details tonight.”

Hemmer choked a little. 

“It’s tonight?!”

“Yes. It should be four am for you right now, right?”

Hemmer glanced at the clock and cursed. 

His friend was right. It was indeed past four. The Enterprise was on schedule to dock in two hours, and he’d have to pull Uhura aside to prepare her. 

The Aenar didn’t dine with people often, or usually at all. Taking a meal with an Aenar was a very personal affair-

Wait. 

He asked the dreaded question. “It’s not an Aenar traditional dinner, is it?”

Gevven laughed, “Oh, naturally it is. Have you not taught her dinner etiquette yet?”

Another silence filled the room. 

“Great. I take that as a ‘no’. This is going to be-”

“-A disaster.” Hemmer finished. “I can’t do this to her. Do you think I can excuse her from-”

“Absolutely not. Both your parents will pitch a fit if you try to lie your way out of this one.” 

Hemmer shook his head. “I’ll see what she says. If she agrees, I’ll take her. If not, she won’t be attending.” 

Gevven chuckled; a deep and smooth sound. 

“You sap.” 

The line cut off. 

Hemmer glanced at the clock again, desperately hoping for the numbers to magically change. Of course, they didn’t, but he was still slightly disappointed as he reached for a clean uniform. 

…

“What’s the big deal with this again?” Uhura asked, reaching for her coffee, “I get it’s a fancy dinner, but why are you so stressed out?”

Hemmer handed it to her. “It’s not just a fancy dinner, it’s an Aenar fancy dinner. Which is objectively worse.”

Pike, still engrossed in his coffee and PADD, leaned over. “I also have no idea what’s going on. What’s so bad about an Aenar dinner?” 

Una winced. She and Nurse Chapel had been the unlucky witnesses of Hemmer rambling about Aenar etiquette when he was sick with the flu. 

Hemmer shifted. “It’s…”

“-Difficult manners.” Una finished. “The Aenar eat and drink things in certain groups and orders. There’s also correct conversation topics, ways of holding utensils, and taboos that you have to be aware of.”

“Thank you, Una.” Hemmer sighed, “I...”

“Do you want me to go?” Uhura asked, stirring her coffee. 

The question hit him like a truck. 

He had tried so hard to keep his work and family separate. He had told his parents and Aenar friends about his crew with the intention that they’d never meet. 

Then he had made friends– close friends– on the Enterprise. People he valued, trusted, cared for. 

Something shifted in his chest. 

“I want you there, but if you don’t-”

“Then I’ll go.” She smiled, “Of course I will. How hard can it be? Manners are like linguistics; once you figure out the pattern you’re peachy.”  

Hemmer smiled slightly, then turned to Pike and Una. 

“You’re invited too. My mother sent you the details this morning-”

“-I saw.” Una smirked, “We’re having dinner with the Speaker. I feel special.”

Pike leaned in, “Is it impolite to say that I feel nervous? I don’t like being the sole representative of Starfleet at a complex political dinner.”

“My friend Gevven will be there too.” Hemmer scoffed, taking a bite of food, “I think we’ll be alright. If anyone makes a serious mistake he promised me this morning that he’d spill wine on himself to make a scene.” 

Una snorted. “Naturally. This is the same Gevven who lit himself on fire trying to propose to his partner?”

Hemmer chuckled a bit, pouring himself more coffee. 

“The very same. Hopefully, his destructive tendencies will work in our favor tonight.” 

…

Nothing was on fire. 

Yet. 

Despite the three-hour lecture he had cobbled together, his friends were crashing and burning spectacularly. Gevven included. 

Hass– Hemmer’s father– smiled painfully. “So you vented the bay into space with my son and his se’waya still inside?”

Pike nodded sheepishly. “Yes. We did, although-”

Clunkily coming to the rescue, Gevven wrapped an arm around Hemmer. “He’s not dead, now is he? They did what they had to do! Ohra’ash!” 

Have mercy. 

Hemmer’s eyes glanced upwards. His friend was right in asking for mercy. Maybe it was time to set aside his ego- at least for a few seconds. 

Please, God, have mercy. 

“I still can’t believe you came into contact with the Gorn!” Speaker Hemmer snapped, “The Gorn have never ventured that far before!”

Hass took a sip of his drink and tried to redirect the conversation to where people were from and what their families looked like- which made Una and Uhura obviously uncomfortable. The two women fell almost mute in seconds. 

Then, finally, disaster. 

Some waiter accidentally bumped the table, causing Uhura to spill her drink all over herself. She spluttered a bit and reached for the napkins, breaking yet another ridiculous rule. 

Spilling one’s drink was considered not only bad luck but a bad omen. Especially based on the drink. Spilling something alcoholic was like a death sign. 

Una and Pike froze, seemingly unsure of what to do. 

Hemmer and Gevven looked at each other, thinking the same thing at the same time. 

“Ladies first.” Gevven chuckled, promptly pouring his drink onto Hemmer, who chuckled in response. 

“Idiots last.” He replied, tossing his drink onto his friend. 

The Speaker was stunned into silence. Maybe she was proud at the possibility that her son had found good friends- but she was more likely horrified at the lack of propriety. 

Hemmer scoffed, gesturing to Una and Pike. 

Eh, damn the rules. 

 “You know, I liked this suit.” Pike sighed, dumping his drink onto Una’s head. She gasped at the shock of cold, and then immediately retaliated. 

“Hey,” she smirked, “that’s why they made tide pods.” 

The party left soon after, still sopping wet and laughing a little. The Aenar returned to their hotel while Hemmer and Pike led the crew back to the space dock. 

After a comfortable silence, his se’waya could seemingly take it no longer. 

“Why did you do that?” Uhura asked, looking up at him. 

He couldn’t say he cared. He couldn’t say ‘I wanted to help’. So, he would show that he cared.

Smiling, he glanced down at her and held out his hand.

“Your watch looks like it stopped working. Here.”

At her surprised expression, he rolled his eyes and smiled wider. 

 “Give me that.” 

[tf2-oneshots]

So I know this isn't one of the ships on the request rules( which if I may suggest, you could pin that? So that it shows up at the top when someone goes to this page or refreshes) but uh Engiescout where Engie is heavily flirting, either pre-relationship or during it, because he enjoys watching the blush take over Scout's face, even if Scout doesn't (which is a lie, Scout enjoys it quite a bit)

The ships limit is pinned for me? It could be a tumblr glitch though! I’ve had it happen quite a few times lol

Onto our oneshot!

Warning: none!

Rating: general

“Scout, I need some help in the shop today.” Scout knows exactly what those words entail, but he threw himself off the couch in a heartbeat. It broke the empty bowl of chips sitting in his lap, but that’s besides the point. The shattered pieces were thrown in the trash, and Scout followed Engineer like a puppy.

Once in the shop, Scout saw a machine far too complicated for him to understand. It almost looked like a toaster was crossed with a radio. Maybe it would play music depending on how dark the bread was. Would be awesome to hear Tom Jones when the bread is nice and golden.

“Alright, I need you to hold the flashlight while I adjust the wires.” Engineer holds out a flashlight with a set of fresh batteries to make it burn bright. Scout could do that in his sleep! He takes the device, positioning it right where the Texan needs it. Metal tools Scout can’t remember the names of carefully descend into the device.

“Looking good, Scout. Them muscles look nice and big today.” Engineer keeps his eyes on the latest sapper model. He doesn’t need to look to know that Scout is flushing at his compliment. For a man that likes to brag, he’s quick to lose his cool the moment someone offers a genuine praise.

“Oh, uh, well, you know, I work out all the time with Heavy.” A half truth. Scout actually watches the man workout off to the side. The equipment the giant uses ten times what Scout can lift despite his statements saying otherwise. He saves himself the embarrassment of using a 10lbs dumbbell next to Heavy deadlifting Scout’s weight on an easy day.

“That I can tell, son. Them legs of yours are nice and strong too.” Scout squeaks, and Engineer wishes he had been recording the whole time. There’s a faint smile on his face, still not looking up at the man. He focuses on the screws and bolts inside the sapper while Scout struggles to hide himself.

“U-Uh, I run a lot! Cause-Cause I’m the Scout, and—“

“Easy there, partner. I can’t see when you move around like that.” So caught up in his words, Scout realized he had been jostling the flashlight. He goes rigid, face still ablaze while muttering an apology. Damn Engie for his experience with romance. Its not fair that he’s got over a decade of this stuff compared to Scout!

Engineer then loops around, going right behind his helper to dig through a toolbox. He’s achingly close to Scout; a mere two inches from being pressed to his back. Despite this, the Texan continues his search with ease.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Anyone ever tell you what a nice caboose you got?” Could Scout’s face get any redder? He sets the flashlight down and hides away in the palms of his hands while Engineer laughs. Don’t get Scout wrong, he absolutely adores it when his lover flirts, but he’s too good at it!

“Engie! Gosh, you’re gonna make me pass out at this rate. At least gimme a chance to flirt back.” Scout uncovers his still blushing face. He turns around to face the man, thinking of ways to get him embarrassed. He’s just too steady of a man. Simple compliments won’t be enough.

“Tell you what, I’ll give that pretty little head of yours all afternoon to think. How’s that sound, sugar?” And there he goes! Right as Scout gets the wheels in his brain turning, he completely crumbles once again. He groans, sinking to the floor. Ma always said he looked good in red, but this isn’t what she meant!

This was fun to write! -H

[1tsjusty0u]

BOTW Models - Ancient Materials

ok so thisll be going over the in-game models. i'll leave a .dae file to play around with in blender, however for full reference material it likely wont be enough if that makes sense. some things arent properly rendered (ex. the giant ancient core) and as such i have in game footage for reference!

^ the lineup (please click for better quality.) theres some differences (white ancient core and demo/different textures for the slate. also a mini slate but i'll get to that. but otherwise this is all the materials. now lets get down to business

The Slate (ConductorDemo, in the files/Conductor in Creating A Champion (i'll also show that!!!)

+ broken? textures. its small because it was like that when i imported it; the bigger one i had to upscale and fix the textures by exporting them separately. i'll add some textures here but you can see them in the .dae folder

now some notes: 1. the textures arent even really used in the final game, and 2. the handle isnt supposed to be white.

(the blue outline is for how the slate clips to the belt because i just noticed that. reminds me of the yiga!!. also sorry for low quality thats. botw for ya)

as you can see!!! the handles supposed to be orange and such. ancient energy and all that jazz. for the creating a champion page theres more info for it :] (please dont kill me nintendo)

you can see the clips but also ancient energy! i have more facts about that however thats coming once we get to the ancient core. for now keep it in mind! also i dont think you can do that disassemble turn on and off thing in the art which is sad. however the pin for the bomb is still in game :D!!

2. Gears!!!!

gearsgearsgearsgears!!!!!!!! these arent as complicated as the slate because everythings in order with them

the little u's on the side actually can glow! well. sort of. only in guardians- as theres actually separate gear models (likely for animating purposes) in guardians!!! however the material itself cannot glow. probably because its disconnected from the guardian...?

in promo art the gears for the head stay blue, but the underside gears seem to turn pink. personally i think they just stay blue

3. Screw!!!

this is the same as the gear; as in, theres not much to it. its textures r fine and i dont think its animated so!!!!

i. dont know where these are used honestly

4. Spring!!!!

same as gear and screw- everythings alright with it 👍

fun fact im at the 28 image limit . well the limit is 30 but you get what i mean. so i shall do part two and attach everything there!

[yawningjorin]

Cirno 64 sound font demo

I think I finished my sound font. Can't quite distribute it due to copyright questions for a decent chunk of samples. But I compiled a demo of it. They're played in the order of the list at the bottom of the post. Feedback on the samples is welcome. ❤️

Playing is me mostly screwing around on my keyboard. I'm aware some of the sounds could use a release time, I need to figure out that part in sforzando. Conversely some of the samples from Kontakt have a few ms of silence before them which causes silence between back to back notes which isn't great e.g. the koto. There's also a weird wobble issue in the tanpura.

List of sounds

00-09: Keys

00: Grand Piano

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Kontakt

Redistribution: ❌

Possible replacement: ??? Regular grand piano.

01: Electric Piano

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Custom FM8 patch

Redistribution: ok Lush DX7-style electric piano sound reminiscent of that heard in Super Mario 64.

02: Church Organ

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Kontakt

Redistribution: ❌

Possible replacement: ???

03: Electric Organ

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Kontakt

Redistribution: ❌

Possible replacement: synth

10-19: Guitar

10: Acoustic Guitar

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Acoustic recording

Redistribution: ok Recording of an Ibanez acoustic guitar.

12: Clean Guitar

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok LP-style ESP guitar with a clean amp simulation.

13: Overdrive Guitar

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Nicely driven guitar run through a Kuro T120, a pedal emulation of an Orange Matamp.

14: Distortion Guitar

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok ESP LP-style guitar into Dunwich Left Hand Path (a.k.a. Modified HM-2) and Nightowl Industries Parabellum Drive V1.

15: Chug Guitar

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok ESP LP-style guitar into Dunwich Left Hand Path (a.k.a. Modified HM-2) and Nightowl Industries Parabellum Drive V1. Same as Distortion Guitar but played muted.

16: Octave Fuzz Guitar

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok ESP LP-style guitar into a Dunwich Witchfinder octave fuzz, based on the Boss FZ-2 Hyperfuzz.

20-29: Bass

20: Ukulele Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Kala Journeyman U-bass.

21: Fingered Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Woodo X6 with flatwound strings and Nordstrand Big Blades.

22: Picked Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Woodo X5MS with stock setup.

23: Slap Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Woodo X5MS with stock setup.

24: Doom Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Woodo X6 with flatwound strings and Nordstrand Big Blades into a boosted Kuro T120 (Sunn Model T emulation)

25: Death Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Woodo X5MS into an Ibanez PD-7 pushing an Ampeg SVT-CL model.

26: Dark Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Woodo X5MS into a Darkglass Microtubes model.

30-39: Strings

30: Bowed Cello

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok NS Design WAV electric cello.

31: Pizzicato Cello

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok NS Design WAV electric cello.

32: String Ensemble

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Electronic recording

Redistribution: ok Layered and manipulated recordings of a NS Design WAV electric cello.

40-49: Wind

40: Trumpet

State: finished ✔

Sample source: VSCO

Redistribution: yes (CC0)

41: Ocarina

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Acoustic recording

Redistribution: ok Plastic chromatic ocarina.

42: Bottle

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Acoustic recording

Redistribution: ok Blown PET bottle.

50-69: Misc.

50: Sitar

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Kontakt

Redistribution: ❌

Possible replacement: ???

51: Tanpura

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Kontakt

Redistribution: ❌

Possible replacement: ???

52: Banjolele

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Acoustic recording

Redistribution: ok

53: Koto

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Kontakt

Redistribution: ❌

Possible replacement: ???

70-79: Synthesisers

70: Lead Synth

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Vital

Redistribution: ok Slightly percussive and moving synth.

71: Pad Synth

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Vital

Redistribution: ok Lush and layered pad synth running into a plate reverb model, inspired by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5526pQUQaM

72: Synth Choir

State: finished ✔

Sample source: ZynFusion

Redistribution: ok Choir preset.

73: Fantastic Synth

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Vital

Redistribution: ok Imitation of the lead synth heard in Necrofantasia.

74: Eurobeat Brass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Vital

Redistribution: ok Pretty standard Eurobeat Brass, per https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJsFlyzpCDM

75: Sine Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: ZynFusion

Redistribution: ok Plain sine wave. Popularly used in Jungle / Drum & Bass.

76: 808 Bass

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Vital

Redistribution: ok 808-style bass synth.

80-89: Percussion

80: Drum Kit

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Superior Drummer

Redistribution: ❌

Possible replacements: DrumGizmo kits

81: Pitched Gong

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Acoustic recording

Redistribution: ok

82: Glockenspiel

State: finished ✔

Sample source: Acoustic recording

Redistribution: ok

83: Frog Guiro

State: finished ���

Sample source: Acoustic recording

Redistribution: ok