#am i settling into a good simple style?! maybe!!!!

[autoneurotic]

BREEKON: You killed him! Do you even know what you’ve done?

Daisy begins to laugh

BREEKON: You stupid animal!

[k-hotchoisan]

Yunho smut with his hands? 🥴

Oh god I love his hands I want them around my neck so bad. My choking kink is off the fucking charts whenever Yunho’s hands are present. Here’s something for you, pretty. Enjoy Yunho and his pretty little hands.

Synopsis: what are the odds of getting a tattoo and getting fucked by your tattoo artist because you cannot stop staring at his fuckin hands

Warnings/genres: tattoo au!, mention of needles, slight size kink, choke kink, unprotected sex, hands kink, cream pies, fingering

A/n: I am so sorry for the amount of typos. I fucking swear this isn’t what usually happens omg

You stood before the apartment door, double checking that you got the right address—yeah you definitely did. He did mention that it was a home-based studio. Your first tattoo appointment and you were so nervous because you don’t know what to expect. Hongjoong had assured you to just go with an open mind. You didn’t know much about your tattoo artist, only knowing that his name was Yunho, nonetheless, you did really like his art style, and you soon settled on him with Hongjoong’s advice.

Back to present, you pushed the doorbell, and it echoes through the apartment. There is a silence before the doorknob clicks. The door pulls back, and before you, stood a really tall male. His sharp eyes make him look very intimidating and for a moment your heart races, and you wonder if you stopped into the wrong house.

“You are?” He asks, and rumbles you even more because his voice is so fucking deep for no reason.

You manage to find the voice stuck in your throat, as you reply, “y/n, here for a 7pm tattoo appointment with Yunho?”

His face softens immediately as his eyes brighten up. “Ah right! Yunho’s client! Come in. I’ll get Yunho in a bit”. He ushers you in as you remove your shoes.

You step inside, soaking in the interior of the apartment. It was definitely a shared space—the common areas were spacious, maybe just spacious enough to serve for two people. It was a pretty clean looking, monochromatic layout.

“Oh right, my name’s Mingi. Song Mingi, but you can call me Mingi”, he introduces himself brightly, his smile contagious. “I’m his room mate.” You smile back.

“Please excuse the mess by the way”, he laughs as he leads you through the corridor, and the both of you are standing in front of a wooden door. Mingi knocks the door before saying “Hyung, I’m coming in” with a raised voice. He pushes the door handle down and the door opens. The subtle hint of lavender hits you from the humidifier and it instantly relaxes you.

On the cushioned rolling stool sat your tattoo artist, his frame is as tall as Mingi’s, messy brunette locks tussled on his head. He’s in simple black shirt but he still looks so fucking good. He’s absorbed on his iPad, still sketching out the little details of what seems to be your tattoo.

You feel your heart beat a little too quickly the moment your eyes land on him because you did not expect him to be that attractive.

And you are gonna be stuck with him for at least a couple of hours together.

Mingi raps the door again, and that’s when Yunho looks up, and you take a good look at his face. He doesn’t look like whatever you expected him to look like, well, not that you had any pictures to reference him from to begin with. But definitely, he is pretty fucking good looking. You stay rooted at the entrance of the door, mooning over your tattoo artist in a tight black shirt while he eyes you up and down with a soft smile.

“Oh right! My apologies”, Yunho finally speaks and he sounds like honey, and it suddenly makes you slightly thirsty. “Hey. I’m Yunho. We finally meet”, he greets with a hand up.

His fucking hands. Oh my fucking gods. He has a silver ring cuffing his index finger. Then he beckons you to go over to him. Mingi tilts his head to Yunho’s direction before saying that he needs to leave, giving you a small nod before shutting the door.

You have no choice but to inch closer to Yunho, who’s smiling at you like a fucking golden retriever, and you wonder to yourself ‘this dude is a fucking tattoo artist?’ Yunho beckons you to take seat on an empty stool across him as he mentions to give him a couple more minutes to finish up the design draft. You nod, even if he doesn’t see it since his attention is back on his iPad. You quietly stare at the way he makes his strokes with his Apple Pencil.

And you get a closer look at this long, slender fingers. You’ve never met anyone with such pretty hands before, yet the way he holds the pencil is so gentle, and almost attractive for some reason. It’s especially the way his fingers are veiny and long—his joints are angled in such a way it frames his fingers so fucking prettily. Yunho looks up and catches your gaze, and you flinch slightly, thinking you are caught in the act.

“Eager to see your design?” He asks playfully, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. Oh thank fucking god.

“Yeah of course. I wonder what you came up with”, you quickly say, pretending to peek over at the iPad.

He brings up the iPad higher to his eye level and it’s the way his fingers curls around the tablet. He flips it over to you and you soak in the design he drew out for you. It’s what you wanted. You also don’t miss out how clean and neatly trimmed his fingernails are.

“Is it to your taste? Got any last minute changes you want before I print it out?” He asks, as he stands up and walks over to the printer. You shake your head slowly, trying not to swoon at how deliciously tall he is.

He beams. “Great! Then I’ll print a couple of sizes out. Take your pick okay? I’ll go grab some water for you.” You nod as he disappears out of the room through the door. The printer starts up and it begins to print out the stencil.

You look around the room. Despite it looking small, it was pretty cozy looking. The room has comfortable lighting, with lamps, which you assume are for the tattoo work. There’s a small space just behind the empty stool you’re seated on, with smaller studio lights pointing towards the wall, which you deduce is probably where he takes photos of his finished products. His tattoo machine sat near to the tattoo bed, which was cling wrapped for sanitary purposes, including the pillows. Finally, a small desktop computer set up was against the wall, perpendicular to the small studio lights, with a printer at the side. The door knocks, a short pause before it pushes open, and it’s Yunho with a drink in hand.

He walks over to you and hands it to you, his fingers brushing against yours and it takes you so much nerves to have any wild thoughts. You take a sip to distract yourself as you hear scissors cutting through the tracing paper. As you open your eyes, Yunho is so fucking near your face that it makes your heart jump.

“Oh gosh! Did I scare you?” Yunho laughs as he takes the cup from your hand. “My apologies.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine. You just move so quietly”, you joke. Yunho smiles in reply as he places the cup on his desk.

“I need you to lift your shirt up for me”, Yunho instructs, staring at your abdomen.

Fuck, for a moment your mind plunges into some unknown territory. You forgot that your tattoo placement was above your hip. You roll the fabric up high enough, and you fucking jump when you feel Yunho’s fingertips brush against your skin, on your waist. “It’s here right? The placement that you wanted?” He confirms, his touch not leaving your skin. “Yeah”, you manage out.

He cuts a piece of tape to adhere the stencil onto your skin before bringing you over to the full length mirror right by the bed to let you confirm your placement. After a few adjustments (and hell of of him touching your waist with his bare hands which was definitely giving you insane haywire thoughts), you came to a placement which you are satisfied with. He sticks the stencil to your skin, much like a temporary tattoo, pulling out the tracing paper and letting it dry, before having you lie down in the bed as he prepared his inks.

“First tattoo?” He asks as he checks his gun.

“Yeah”, you reply, playing with your fingers from the nervousness.

Yunho chuckles. “That placement might hurt a little though. You’re a brave one.”

You only release a nervous laugh—wondering if it is for the tattoo or because of Yunho. He turns to you, tugging against his ring to remove it before snapping black latex gloves on before pushing your shirt higher. You bite you lip.

How the fuck does his hands look even better gloved? The black latex only enhances the length and shape of his hands, which curls around his tattoo gun.

“I’m gonna start now. Let me know if you need a break, yeah?” Yunho assures. You know it’s probably a customer service thing but god, why did he have to be so attentive?

He switches on the gun and it buzzes. He begins tattooing and sure enough, the placement you picked definitely hurt quite like a bitch, but you force yourself to pull through it.

“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” He asks before continuing.

“It does, but I think I’ll be fine”, you reply, thinking of something else to distract yourself from the pain. Throughout the session, Yunho makes conversations with you, making you laugh when you probably shouldn’t because he was stabbing needles at your waist but still. He was amazing at breaking the ice, especially in such a seemingly intimate space. You feel yourself unwind a little, and although it still hurt, you don’t feel so tense anymore. Nonetheless, you could not shake the thought about his hands running down your body every time you glance at Yunho doing your tattoo.

“Yeah, I don’t know why I even wanted to get a tattoo when I have a shit pain threshold”, you say in between soft giggles to cover up the pain and soreness that was starting to sink in.

“But you’re doing so well for me”, Yunho replies absentmindedly with a smile. Your head spins the moment he says that, butterflies were invading your stomach. What the fuck was that even? Now your stomach in twisting into knots when he’s praising you like that.

“We’re almost done. Hold on a little longer for me yeah?” He assures again, as you bear through the pain. It’s over quickly as he smoothes over your tattoo with a final swipe of the paper towel. He moves back a little to admire his work. He looks satisfied. He pulls his gloves off and sits you up gently, your stomach still fluttering as his fingers brush against your skin. He brings you to the full length mirror, and there you admire how gorgeous the tattoo looks.

“It looks amazing” you gasp, turning your side to have a better view of it. Yunho looks proud. He has his phone in his hand now and requests a few photos, which you obliged to of course. He adjusts your shirt before snapping a few pics.

“I really like how this turned out,” you gush. “Thank you Yunho.”

Yunho shakes his head. “Thank you for entrusting me to it, especially as your first tattoo.”

You laugh in response, and you don’t realise that he’s kneeled down at your waist, preparing to stick on the second skin. He sticks it on and instructs you on proper tattoo care before making another appointment for a touch up. You thank him and left the apartment, heart still beating in your ears.

You’ve developed a way too big of a crush on your tattoo artist now.

The touch up appointment came way too quickly than you thought. To be fair, you were still not over it, and as much as the tattoo scabbing and itch , it couldn’t compare to way Yunho’s hands kept brushing against your waist, as he checks on your tattoo. But in the past month, all you think about was Yunho and his fucking hands. Even now, when he’s only taking a look at your healed tattoo, your mind in swimming in the most dirtiest places you wanted him to touch.

You shut your eyes and bite your lip so no weird sound comes out from your mouth. You feel Yunho’s breath right at your waist as it tickles your skin, a soft sigh escapes your lips as your tattoo artist continues to rub against the tattoo.

And it doesn’t go unnoticed by Yunho.

He could very easily just tug your pants down and you would let him because fuck, he’s all you can think about now. Yunho stands up, and definitely notices how flushed your skin is looking, and he decides to test waters. He traps you at the tattoo bed, and you hear your heart in your ears as he inches closer. Now he’s pretty much towering over you as his fingers are tracing against your waist, sending goosebumps down your skin. “Your tattoo healed so nicely”, he says, hooking his index finger and thumb to your chin so you’d meet his gaze. Your gaze travels down to his pretty lips and he takes it as a sign to cup your neck and pull you in for a starved kiss, sending your mind into a fucking frenzy, and fireworks to go off in your eyelids. He tastes even better than you thought. Your eyes flutter open as he pulls back, catching your breath.

“Won’t Mingi hear?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Not anytime soon, doll.” His little pet name making you flush even harder, and it all goes down to your pussy, which is getting wet enough already, no thanks to your little fantasies and the fucking kiss.

“Now, stop thinking about him when I’m here.”

His hands touch your waist again, as he lifts you onto the tattoo bed, the plastic crinkling beneath you. You watch him breathlessly as he tugs against your bottoms, and your clothing articles drop to your ankles. Yunho doesn’t let them touch the ground, instead, he folds it hastily onto the other side of the bed, before turning his attention back to you, or your wet and sopping pussy.

Yunho licks his lips, before stroking your thighs to coax you to spread your legs open, and you do, your eyes following the way his fingers are stroking your thigh, alongside the ticklish feeling it was sending straight to your cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll”, he compliments, his fingers trailing down your slicked cunt, before stopping right at your hole. He hears your little whimpers and cries, and it goes right to his hardened cock that’s pushing against his pants. But he knows being patient reaps the best rewards. He can be patient for you. Yunho’s fingers slowly plunge into your cunt, and your back arches in pleasure, because oh my fucking god, his fingers are long enough to hit a spongy area and it was sending fucking stars beneath your eyelids. Shivers tickle your spine as Yunho’s lips land soft kisses against your skin on your neck. His finger fucking was sending you into the heavens.

A kiss on your cheeks makes your eyes flutter open, and you meet Yunho’s gaze.

“I’ve noticed”, he sighs, slowing down his finger fucking in you. “That you seem really entranced by my hands since our first session.” Then he plunges his fingers in again, another cry leaving your lips as your eyes roll back.

Fuck. He found out.

“You have such pretty hands”, you admit, hiding your face with your arms, wondering what was more embarrassing—the fact that he found out about your fixation with his hands, or that he’s fucking your cunt with said fingers.

“So I should make really good use of it, right?” Yunho chuckles, adoring the way you’re squirming under his touch. He pulls your hands off your face and holds them down, and oh god, he was truly trying to drive you insane. He picks up the pace and every time his fingers press against your g-spot, your moans only grew louder and more desperate, and Yunho is progressively losing his rationale. He wants to fuck you so bad right now, and the thought of him railing you on his workspace only heightened his arousal, because he has never done that before.

Your orgasm only builds up even more quickly when he thumbs your clit after releasing your hands. Your hands are clawing his arms.

“Yunho, please. Oh god. That feels so fucking good. Gonna cum.”, you cry, lifting your legs higher, and that only encourages Yunho to pick up the pace, and the words that leave his lips-“cum on my fingers baby. You know you want to”- and a whimper escapes his lips the moment he feels your walls clench against his fingers, as moans pours out of you when your orgasm floods your senses. Yunho lets you ride your orgasm out, slowly pushing his fingers in and out again, enjoying your cunt squeezing his fingers. He pulls out slowly and you barely catch your breath, as your gaze meet his. His fingers are full of your slick and cream, and plasters it on his lips, giving them a lick before sucking this pretty fingers, covered in your arousal, fucking clean. That does nothing but throw your head into a frenzy, and your cunt clenches at nothing, as you struggle to keep your composure.

But now Yunho is the one starting to lose it, as he haphazardly wipes his fingers on his slacks before hastily pulling his pants down, his cock springing out, glimmering with precum already, very evident thanks to the studio lights. God fuck, as if his hands weren’t pretty enough, his dick is too. Yunho bites his lip, staring at how fucked out you looked, especially since he hasn’t even fucked you good yet. He pushes your knees to bend even more, before lining his cockhead to your hole before sinking his cock right into you. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open at this point. Your cunt feels slightly sore, and your walls are hugging his cock so well that Yunho is fighting not to just fuck you senseless. Yunho groans at the sensation, but he leans in for another hungry kiss with you, before his hand snakes around your neck.

He pulls back. “I’m sorry. I really need to fuck you so bad right now. Fuck.” You can’t help but find that so endearing that he’s holding back. Your fingers tug your folds open more, letting him sink his cock further deeper into your heat, which makes him squeeze your throat. It feels so fucking amazing to have Yunho choke you out like this, and you make it even more evident by clenching around his cock.

He doesn’t hesitate this time, and starts fucking you so deep and good, that you fucking swear you see a bulge below your belly button every time his cock hits your cervix. The sensation of Yunho’s cock stuffing you full every time he thrusts into you paired with his hands around your neck—softly squeezing and letting go—is only pushing your second orgasm to hit you.

“I would have never guessed that you’d get off my hands this much”, Yunho hums, looking at the way your eyes are rolled back as his balls slap your ass every time he fucks into you, your hands grabbing onto his arm, clawing again from the bliss he’s fucking you into. “Do you like them that much?”

You fight every nerve to focus on answering him, eyebrows scrunched. “Y-yeah. Fuck, I fantasise you choking me out like this since that day. I dream about letting you do whatever you want to me with your han-“ getting cut off from a sob as his cock fills you up again—or did he just grow even bigger in you? Ah, fuck, it doesn’t matter.

“Naughty girl”, Yunho mutters with a smirk, his free hand slapping against your ass, the sound rippling through the room, making you arch your back even more.

“Yunho, p-please’, you stutter, the knot in your stomach so taut. “I think I’m gonna cum again”. Now you’re sobbing. This only encourages Yunho to tighten his grip around your neck as his strokes become harder, and you snap—broken sobs leaving your throat as your cunt fucking squeezes Yunho’s cock, the sensation of his hands around your neck only amplifies your orgasm as stars burst in your eyelids, and you cream so fucking much, that it gets onto the cling wrapped bed below you. Yunho immediately loses it, his thrusts becoming straight up ruts. He releases his grip from your neck, and the oxygen returns immediately, leaving your heaving. Yunho is leaning into your ear, as his both hands are now on your waist as he fucks desperately into your overstimulated cunt.

“You’re so fucking adorable, y/n. I’m cumming too”, he grunts, as he ruts a final time before a soft moan hits your ears, then a flood of his warm cum right into your spent pussy, and oh god, did that feel amazing. Yunho stays by your side for a moment, before straightening his back, and pulling out, not missing a beat at the way his cum just trickles down your inner thigh, out of your hole.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. This is your work space and all”, you panic, taking a handful of tissues that Yunho had offered to clean yourself up. Evidently, that doesn’t get to him because Yunho immediately rushes over the moment he notices the red marks around your neck.

“Shit, did I choke you too hard?” He asks rather frantically, lifting your chin up, rubbing against your neck gently. You shake your head, suddenly wanting to just kiss him again, but you hold yourself back. “Also, don’t worry about this. My next appointment isn’t until 4pm. I have time to clean up. You alright though?”

Fuck, why did he have to be hot and gentle? It was genuinely driving you nuts. “Is it okay if I use the toilet?” You ask, fitting your clothes on. Yunho immediately nods, rushing to the door to leave it open for you, as you gingerly head to the washroom.

You sigh as you leave the washroom, wondering if it was about to simply be a one time thing, because you were falling for your tattoo artist, hard and fast. Your gaze meets Yunho’s the moment you shut the door behind you, and Yunho has cleaning supplies in his hands. Suddenly your face flushes again, thinking at the mess the both you made.

Yunho’s smile doesn’t falter though, and you see a tint of red colouring the tips of his ears, which you could have definitely missed if you hadn’t noticed closely. There’s a strange air of silence between the both of you, that is, until Yunho speaks.

“My 4pm client is my last one for the day. I’ll text you when I’m done, if you’re down for dinner?” He asks, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly. Oh my fucking god. You laugh softly, because, holy shit, you never expected this outcome, and then you nod. “I’ll be waiting, Yunho”, you reply.

Yunho steps forward to you and strokes your head. “I’ll see you to the door then. And then I’ll see you tonight.”

[writer-logbook]

5 tips for proofreading & their pros and cons

Define your objectives for each chapter. In my case, some of my chapters are better written than others. My objectives for them will differ. Before starting my proofreading, I list my needs and areas of improvements, and I write them down somewhere so I have them in front of me rather than in my head alone.

Pros : allows you to know which points you need to focus on ; provides a guideline adapted to your needs.

Cons : risk of losing homogeneity and fluidity + flaws may be shifted to other chapters that didn't have them before due to a sudden imbalance.

Plan several proofreading sessions, each one of them addressing ONE NEED AT A TIME. (E.g., one for grammar, another for style, and a final one for coherence. ) And I insist on the "one need at a time" part. Even for those who can multitask (unlike me), I really don't recommend settling for a single proofreading session. It could interfere with your concentration and let you skip some flaws. And please, always give your chapter a final read after your edits to ensure that the elements make sense as a whole, and are not repeated every two paragraphs (I plead guilty, your honor)

Pros: allows you to focus precisely on each point, and give it dedicated attention.

Cons: you can quickly get confused and risk multiple re-readings + significant time investment.

I make my corrections on a separate file. Whatever you do, it's always better to have a backup and therefore to save your files (don't blindly trust autosave) to create archives. I think it's a two-ways process : 1) you open two files simultaneously, one with your V1 and one, blank, where you'll rewrite your chapter as you make changes. Eventually, this new doc will become your V2 ; 2) you copy the parts to proofread into a new document and edit directly in there.

Pros: allows you to rewrite as you wish without being discouraged by the following paragraphs - especially in case of the first way.

Cons: requires multiple files (maybe multiple screens to be at ease) and better organization.

Change the typography. I don't know about you, but after a while, I'm struck by semantic satiation (click on the link - it's Wikipedia -, it's very interesting) and nothing makes sense anymore. After the 52,846th proofreading, I might as well read in another language. I've found a relatively effective trick - not as effective as a complete break, but sometimes you need to move forward - which consists of changing the typography. I can't remember who gave me this advice though, but be sure they've been thanked more than enough in my mind. In any case, seeing words change their shape significantly helps my brain to stay focused and attentive. (Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me but I only see the results.)

Pros: it's simple to implement.

Cons: I don't know if this trick works for everyone or if I'm the only weirdo (you can tell me in the comment section).

Take notes. This is a very personal tip but I keep a proofreading logbook. Like, I record in a few sentences the first time an element is mentioned, how it's describes, and most importantly… I MENTION THE DATES. The story I'm currently writing is heavily governed by a chronological system, so I have an absolute need to keep the day count up to date.

Pros: helps avoid inconsistencies and oversights.

Cons: very tedious to maintain and creates (a lot) of extra work.

I've started my prooreading journey yesterday and I already want to die. If I find in the edits something that is worth making a post, be sure that I will. Or let me know if you're simply curious.

Gentle reminder : Best is the worst enemy of good so, at some point, you'll have to let it go and let your chapter live its life to its fullest. Don't be hard on yourself and be proud of your work - or know that I am.

[simpforsoap]

Monstrous Lovers- Part 1

Part Two Part Three

It was honest a shot in the dark when you posted that ad, not wanting to let go of your dream house quite yet. However, you couldn’t deny that it was getting harder and harder to make the bills by yourself. There was quite a bit of back and forth between sending the ad out or not, but after a simple post online, you felt it was a good deal, your best friend thinking you were crazy, but you posted it anyways. 

Roommate Wanted

1 or more bedrooms, separate bathrooms ranch styled home in the country. Rent 2500/month includes utilities (including, internet, streaming sites, and electricity). Message me if interested, application and interview required prior to approval. 

Bit about me: lone female, mixture of at home and in shop work, quiet lifestyle. No pets.

Text preferred if between hours 9 pm to 4 am. Thank you! (xxx) xxx-xxxx.

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Soap couldn’t believe his eyes, half blaming it on the tiring mission they had just finished and possible lack of food, but the ad seemed like a great deal. Maybe a little high in price, but he reread that ad three times before nudging Kyle’s shoulder. Gaz’s bleary eyes turned to look at him, half awake.

“What’s up?” his voice was filled with exhaustion, but Johnny paid it no mind (his own energy seemingly endless sometimes) as he turned his phone screen letting Gaz squint and blink a few times to focus on the bright screen. 

Soap waited for Gaz to look up at him with an eye brow raised before speaking, “check it out, she posted this two days ago looking for a roommate. Seems like a good deal, maybe a bit pricey but it’s not like we can’t afford it.” 

“I mean, yeah it’s a good deal and seems like a good idea, but…I don’t think ghost or the captain will go for it.” Gaz shrugged his shoulders, reading through the ad one more time, unable to deny the way his stomach seemed to twist with the idea of coming back to a home, not just the base. 

“I think they’ll agree when they see it.” Soap shrugged, reading through the ad again, even going as far to click into your profile and scroll through some of the public photos you had. 

Soap couldn’t stop the giddy feeling running through him as he waited for them to get back to the base, wanting to talk with Ghost and Price regarding this steal of a deal ad. 

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You were exhausted, after a long day of several interviews regarding the spare rooms you had, you were beginning to feel like you were gonna have to settle for either the roudy young couple in love, who happened to be expecting or the rather reclusive and silent male who you interviewed. They seemed nice, but you weren’t fully sold on the idea of one of them as roommates. 

As you sat in the cafe, a cup of cold tea sitting in front of you, you weren’t expecting your phone to ring. You sighed once before picking it up, “hello?”

“Yeah, I got this number from an ad for some rooms for rent. I wanted to know if it was still available and if we could possible tour it.” The voice was deep, a very slight hoarness to it that made you sit up a bit.

“Uh, yeah we can tour it but I would prefer to do a meet and greet first. I’m at the cafe on the corner of sullivan and market if you want to meet me here.” You glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing it was only a little past two meaning you could handle waiting around a bit longer.

“Perfect, we’ll be there in ten.” Before you could say anymore, the line hung up. 

You sat there for a moment, contemplating the risk you were running before deciding ‘what’s the worst that can happen?’

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You sat there playing on your phone, having ordered a new tea as yours had gone cold. As you sat there, you jumped when the chair in front of you pulled out, looking up quickly, alarmed before blinking a few times in shock. “Uh…can I help you sir..or uh..sirs?”

You looked up at the men, four of them as the largest of them sat in the chair. You could look at them and tell they were hybrids. It wasn’t uncommon in the area anymore of the hybrids, but you were a little surprised as they sat at your table, thinking briefly how you believed hybrids to stay with one another. The seemingly leader of the four, held his hand out, his lone dragon wing tucked tightly behind his back, tail naturally coiling around the leg of his chair to not take up too much space, “John Price, I believe we spoke on the phone earlier regarding the rooms for rent?” 

You blinked a few more times, watching the one with the mowhawk take a seat to your left, the other winged one sitting to your right while the one in an all black mask with his hood up stood behind John. “oh…uh right yes, sorry I…I wasn’t..” 

You trailed off, not wanting to sound rude, the one to your left spoke up next a small laugh bubbling in his throat, “no worries, lass! Name’s Johnny, but you can call me Soap, that there is Kyle, or Gaz if you wanted to and the one back there is Ghost. We seen your ad for a roommate or possibly more, we’re very interested.” 

You gave a small nervous smiling nodding as you looked at Johnny, then to Price and then Kyle and Ghost, “right, yes. I don’t know if I put it in the ad or not, but it’s a five bedroom ranch styles home, each of us would have their own rooms of course and their own bathrooms. Rent would be 2500 a month, which I know is a bit high, but I tried to throw in as much as I could with that as I could.”

Price nodded giving a small smile to try and put you at ease, “course. Now, the four of us would be the roommates, the price is not a concern at all. We are active duty, often in and out of the home due to work, but we want a place to come back to as home. Something a little more homey than the base is.”

You nodded giving a small smile, “of course, I understand that. I am a hair stylist so sometimes I have clients in home, but most times I work in my shop. I have no pets or anything, house sits on 20 acres of forest land, much of it has been untouched. I’m open to changing things on the property but I don’t want to adjust too much as I like the feel it has.”

You noticed the way Price seemed to take lead, “course, we don’t expect you to change for us love. Now, to get the elephant in the room out of the way, as you can tell we are hybrids. I personally am a dragon, Soap here is a werewolf, Gaz is a harpy and Ghost back here is a wraith. Would that be a dealbreaker for you? And it’s completely okay with being honest.”

You were quiet for a moment, thinking it over before shaking your head a bit, “no, it’s not a deal breaker. I’m not really sure how that works or anything but I’m willing to learn.” You gave a smile, trying to put them at ease, not seeing the way the four of them seemed to look between one another before nodding. “Now, would you like a tour of the house?”

Soap gave a large smile, showing off his sharpened canines, “Would love one lass.”

[terri479]

Ayato falls in love with you~

(Ayato x f! reader)

„Get out of that closet already, you've been getting ready way longer than I have!" Ayaka yelled at you. You and your great friend were preparing for the festival in Inuazuma. You only visit this city occasionally, you have enough to do in your hometown Liyue. „I'm going, I just need to tie my shoes..." You answered still buried in the wardrobe."

You had matching outfits with Ayaka. You didn't wait any longer and went to the festival you were looking forward to so much. "It's too bad Thoma isn't coming with us, he'd be fun, don't you think?" You asked as you walked. "I agree. I'm disappointed my brother also isn't coming with us. I'd finally get to introduce you two." Ayaka said sadly beside you. „Aww don't you worry. There will be another opportunity."

As you walked towards the festival, you met more and more people. It was already getting dark and the lights around the shops started to come on.

„Are you hungry, Y/N? I'd love to invite you to a meal, what do you say?" Ayaka asked happily. And how could you decline? „Oh that would be truly wonderful, thank you.~"

You've been looking for a food stall for a while that would interest you. But in the end you settled on good noodles. They brought your food quickly. You started eating and talking about some things. A man with pale blue hair who was very nicely dressed appeared behind Ayaka. He tapped her on the shoulder, which startled her a little. But as soon as she turned around, the fear disappeared.

„Brotheeer~!!" She yelled out. 'That's her brother?' You thought for yourself. „Greetings, ladies. Would you mind if I sat with you?" He asked politely. You were the one to answer... „Of course not, be our guest." Before he sat down, he took your hand and kissed it while holding eye contact with you. Something snapped inside you.

„Thank you. May I ask who you might be?" Ayaka's brother said, looking directly at you.

Ayato's POV:

I wanted to surprise my sister at the festival, so I took time off. I spotted her sitting at one table eating noodles with another person.

I surprised Ayaka from behind, I think I startled her a bit. That was the moment I looked into that girl's eyes. Such a gorgeous color that flattered her flushed cheeks. Hair fluffed up and styled, she was gorgeous. I couldn't resist, I had to touch her. I made it up by giving her an innocent kiss on the back of her hand. What a soft skin...

Then I sat next to my sister, facing the girl. I asked her name. When she said it, my whole body shuddered. Her voice was like music that I would listen to non-stop.

„I hope you don't mind if I pay for your meal." I said. Ayaka started protesting that she wanted to invite her friend to eat. The girl just sat and looked at us in silence. Apparently she didn't know what to say. She's cute even when she's just sitting and breathing.

Her eyes were glued to me, at least I think so, maybe I want to think so. What could I do to interest her?

„After Y/N and I finish our food, would you like to join us?" Ayaka asked me with her mouth full. "I'd love to, thank you." The girl sitting across from me began to choke on food in her throat. She began to cough and her eyes watered.

Y/N's POV:

As soon as I heard that the handsome guy was coming with us, I started choking on my food. How embarrassing. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to cough to clear my throat.

A strong thud in my back caused me to stop choking. I didn't even notice that Mr. Ayato got up from his chair to help me. Blood rushed through my cheeks.

"Are you alright miss?" He asked me sweetly. "Yes I am, thank you Mr. Ayato." “Heh, you don't need to call me 'mister', simple Ayato will do.” He was so polite…

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About an hour passed and you and the siblings had a good time at the festival. Ayato had enough time to examine you from all sides. He found you very pretty and he liked you from the inside too. But he was careful, he didn't want to scare you away in any way.

The tour of the festival was coming to an end. You had already walked the whole city, it was late in the evening and you were getting tired.

“Are you getting tired Y/N?” Ayaka asked empathetically. “You can see it on me that much?" you laughed. “Well you've been yawning for 10 minutes, you need to get some sleep.” Ayato just quietly listened next to you while you and Ayaka conversed.

You slowly reached your temporary living quarters. “Thank you so much for a lovely evening, I really enjoyed myself today!” You said to Ayaka. „And thank you too, Ayato, for accompanying us." you added. Ayato bowed politely saying “It was a pleasure to meet you Ms. Y/N. I really enjoyed the evening with you." Ayaka only gave him a side eye and then smirked. She figured him out. You smiled and got into your staying place.

You were in bed looking at the ceiling and thinking about Ayato. You liked him and wanted to see him again, but you didn't know how. Just coming to him saying you want to spend time with him would be very inappropriate, you didn't know how to do it. 'I'll figure it out tomorrow.' you said to yourself and hid under the covers and fell asleep.

Ayato had a lot of trouble falling asleep. He kept thinking about the way your eyes sparkled in the lights of the festival lights, the way your dress fluttered in the wind, the way your hair swayed in the wind,... So many things were running through his mind and yet only one thing. You.

Thank you for reading, darling ♡

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Stitch Sunday

Thanks for the tags @hushed-chorus, @aristocratic-otter, and @whatevertheweather. Your snips were a delight!

On my end, I have FINALLY finished Shep (sort of...). Behold.

He is still barefoot because after logging too many hours on this jean jacket I was ready to move on. He will eventually have high-top style lace up shoes, but that is a project for another day.

I’ve started the next set of dolls, but they shall stay a bit of a mystery because 1) they are a new ship and I am not yet fully confident in how to achieve the look I want, and 2) they are the most collaborative set I’ve ever tackled, so I am saving updates for the fic author for now. All I can give you is this materials mood board for one of the characters, which I created while trying to decide on the right skin tone.

Since all I could provide was a peek into the process for the next doll, I figured today could be a behind-the-scenes post! What exactly goes into making a doll? So glad you asked...

First, I scour the internet for inspiration poses. When I was making Baz's beard - character, here were the poses I sent @emeryhall to choose from.

Once I've picked a pose, I turn it into body parts to create a paper pattern. I check to make sure it looks good before tracing it onto fabric and checking it again. Then, I stuff and you guessed it, I check yet again. This process is important because once things are sewn and stuffed, the scale could be off or pieces don't match up as you'd like, and you have to start again.

My favorite (and most amusing) example of starting again was Bunbaz's Simon. I'd checked and rechecked the pose successfully and then when I went to add the head---disaster! Most of my poses up until that point had been fairly flat and the dolls were meant to be looked at ONLY straight-on. Simon was fully 3D... but his first head was a flat head like all of my previous dolls. So, the profile view was horrifying.

Needless to say, I had to go back and figure out how to make a 3D head. I did internet research, tried several methods I found online---all of which resulted in unsightly seams through his face---so I settled on simple: just add a strip of fabric between the two circles and call it a day. Now I make all of my heads this way!

(As an aside, 3D Simon required almost four times as many individually, hand-sewn curls as flat Simon. That is how much I love @bookish-bogwitch)

Once the body of the dolls is complete, I go back and create the details, including clothing and accessories. Despite all the dolls being similarly sized, their positions often make it impossible to mass produce clothing (unless they are standing like a traditional Barbie). So each outfit is individually tailored to the doll. Here I am cutting up one of my own socks to give Penny knee highs.

Hope you enjoyed this behind-the-scenes. Maybe next week I will have some kind of update for you on the new set. Until then...

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[gucciwins]

it’s a date...maybe 

Word count: 1975

A/N: hi!!! so the talk show blurb got a bit of love and some of you wanted a part two so here it is. I hope you like it, please let me know if you do. it would mean so much to me. happy reading, amores!

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You were nervous.

Your time in London will be limited for now. There were interviews you had to do, the job of promoting was never short. Having a new film debuting soon and doing interviews with the cast of The White Lotus, your schedule was booked and busy that does not mean you didn’t have time for coffee.

After the surprise facetime call on Jimmy Fallon with Harry Styles, they stayed in communication. We sent a few texts back and forth until Harry confessed he felt he wasn’t the best at texting, so we resorted to talking on the phone. It felt juvenile, but you liked the intimacy it brought you. Harry’s voice was soothing, and you found yourself hanging onto his every word. When there were moments of silence, you’d ask him another question because you loved hearing him talk. Harry seemed to catch on after a bit.

“Not that I don’t like telling you about myself, but I want to hear from you,” he told her over facetime, having finished a story about the secret present they got his mum, and he, of course, spoiled minutes before she could open the gift.

You look away bashfully from the screen, “I like your voice,” you confess. “I find it soothing, could listen to you all day.”

Harry giggles, “that’s a relief, means I’m on the right career path.”

You chuckle. He was so smooth; it all seemed to come easy to Harry. When Harry asked you a question, your mind went blank because he still made you nervous. You’re not sure if you had that effect on him. It didn’t seem so.

Talking on the phone was less intimidating than meeting in person. Harry had proposed a date to meet for coffee in a shop near his house. Dinner was what he had initially proposed, but it seemed your schedules were booked in the evenings. So, Harry proposed coffee and promised it wasn’t one of those chain coffee shops and that there would be good coffee and pastries.

He hadn’t called it a date, but why did it feel like one. He simply wanted to meet you, that is all. You were mutual fans of each other and would be getting coffee, that simple. Yet, your hands could not stop sweating. Having lived in London for a few years, you were thankful you listened to your mom when she said to get your license. It made getting around from place to place more accessible and allowed you not to rely on anyone.

Walking into the coffee shop, you walked in and instantly relaxed. Only two people were inside the shop, not counting the employees; one was Harry. He was sitting at a corner table with a view of the garden of flowers the shop had out front. He was quick to stand up when he realized you had walked in.

“Y/N, hi.” He greeted you and raised his hand for you to shake while you opened your arms for a hug. You both froze for a second, and he laughed when he saw the panic on your face.

“I’m sorry, that was so rude of me.” You run a hand down your face, embarrassed, hoping the ground would open up and swallow you. “My mom’s a hugger, and it seems I am too.”

“I could go for a hug,” Harry answered generously.

You allowed yourself to meet his eye and saw he was telling the truth. He opens his arms for you to walk into, and after double-checking, you wrap your arms around his waist while his hands settle on your back. It’s a warm embrace, and you quickly find yourself sinking into him. You aren’t sure how long the hug lasts, but you break it when you feel you’ve invaded his space for too long.

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Harry.” You tell him, taking a seat across from him.

Harry grins, and you melt in your seat when you get a flash of his dimple. He had a perfect smile, and it made you wonder what his lips could possibly taste like. You pushed away those thoughts because here you were, meeting Harry for the first time, and were thinking of kissing him.

“You as well, Y/N. It has been lovely getting to know you,” he shares.

You nod in agreement, “it’s all thanks to you for saying yes to surprise me.”

Harry scratched his eyebrow, and it’s then you noticed a red tint take over his face. He was blushing. “To be honest, I did it hoping to meet you.”

You bite back a smile. Harry has you feeling like a teenage girl wanting to squeal at his every word. “Well, it seems you succeeded.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask if you wanted a drink.”

“Think introductions were more important.”

He taps his fingers against the table, his rings glimmering through the bit of sunshine peeking in. “Do you trust me to choose a drink for you?”

“Hmm…” you ponder it for a second. “Yeah, I trust you.”

Harry gets up, promising he’ll be a few minutes. You take the time to get a look at him. He’s dressed casually. In laid-back ripped jeans, a white top, and a pale yellow cardigan. His large green jacket hanging off the back of his chair. You see him chat with the barista, sharing a shy grin, waving goodbye, and leaving a tip in the half-full tip jar.

“Madam, this is for you,” he places a cup in front of you and one for him. Then places two pastries on the table, a cranberry score and a brownie. “Both treats are vegan. Hope that’s okay.”

You thank Harry as he settles back down across from you. You hide a smile as you see Harry observing you, taking a sip of the coffee he got for you. You hum in appreciation. It’s perfect, exactly how you take it. He seemed to remember what you liked when you mentioned having coffee with a friend, it was one of your earliest conversations.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Harry. How much do I owe you?”

Harry waves you off, “my treat.”

You raise your coffee as a cheers to Harry. “Thank you.”

You don’t let the fact that he paid for coffee go to your head. You’ve treated your friends to coffee and never considered it a date. It’s fine you’ll enjoy coffee with Harry, and then both go your separate ways.

Harry offers you the first bite of the brownie, and you let out a quiet moan at the taste filling your mouth. You feel your face flush, knowing that Harry heard you, his cheeks now red as he takes a piece of the scone. Before you can apologize, Harry asks how your stay in London has been and where you’re planning to go next.

Conversation with him flows effortlessly. It is as if you were reuniting with an old friend and not meeting for the first time. Harry told you how close he is to his mother and sister and how he doesn’t go home as much as he wishes but makes sure to call them once a day. He shared about his growing car collection. You share about having an older brother, and Harry laughs, saying you both can relate to being the younger sibling. You go on to tell him about the first time you got a tattoo, drunk with your best friend but don’t dare tell him the placement, just that the morning after was something you laughed at for the longest time.

Being with Harry is a nice reminder that you can be the biggest fan of someone and sometimes forget to see them as a person or expect something from them. Harry, when he’s on stage, he’s this charismatic, sexy rockstar that has you dying for a moment with them, but that’s Harry Styles. The Harry sitting in front of you is shy, kind, and beautiful. He gives you his undivided attention, always staring into your eyes. It’s the safest place you could be. You’re thankful he reached out to give you a chance to get to know him.

You don’t know much he knows about you or if he’s read tabloids on you. The fact that you’re constantly seen going out with people from men to women but never confirm anything because most times it’s you with a friend or a family member, but the tabloids don’t care. They sell the story they want, not the truth. The fact is that you don’t play into tabloids. You live your authentic life because it’s tiring hiding from cameras all the time. You rather keep being yourself every day because you’re already someone else when you’re in front of a camera acting.

“You’re really funny, Harry,” you tell him after sobering up from the joke he just told.

Harry’s grin widens, “wish you could tell my sister that.”

“Call her up, tell her right now,” you joke.

He giggles, shaking his head. His phone rings signs that he just received a text message, and it’s the first time he glances at his phone and catches a look at the time. He sighs. It’s clear the bubble the two of you were in has popped, and you now have to go back into the world.

“I had the loveliest time with you, Y/N. Don’t think I’ve spent two hours in a coffee shop since my time in Japan.” He shares as you both get up and put your coats on. The workers had stopped earlier and cleared your table.

“Oh, Japan,” you raise an eyebrow in question. “You’ll have to tell me about that sometime.”

Harry blushes, but you’re not sure why he only nods, promising he will. You walk in front of him, Harry right behind you. His hand hovers over the small of your back, and you find it sweet that he’s considerate enough to help but respect boundaries. You give the workers a quick goodbye, and Harry follows you to your car.

He stands in front of you with his hands tucked in his pocket as you both wait for one of you to begin the goodbye.

“I had a nice time with you as well, Harry.” You remembered you didn’t repeat the sentiment inside, too intrigued by Japan.

“It was a nice first date, I think,” his face is quick to flush red, but his eyes remain locked on yours.

He was smooth.

Thank goodness you’re an actress because you’re able to hide the shock of him calling your time together a date. You take a step closer to Harry and give him a sweet smile, “it was really nice,” you promise him.

“I hope we can do a second date before you leave at the end of the week.”

You think about it for a second, not wanting to seem eager, but know you fail when Harry catches the smile that bloomed on your face. “I’d like that.”

“We could do dinner?” He suggests.

“Are you cooking?”

Harry laughs; he runs his hand down your arm until he reaches your fingers he gives you a light squeeze. “If that’s what you’d like.”

“I could bring dessert,” you offer. “Oh, and wine.”

“Can’t forget the wine.”

Harry leaned in, giving you a kiss on your cheek. You felt warm inside, god he was smooth. “I’ll call you tonight.” He promises.

You hum in acknowledgment, still lost in the haze of his lingering kiss.

“Drive safe, Y/N darling.”

“Have a nice walk home, Harry.”

They walk away from each other with large smiles on their faces. They’re so lost in their heads they fail to notice the paparazzi snapping photos of them from across the street.

It seemed they’d have something else to navigate together.

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Tipsin' | KTH

Suggested Play . . . Doin' Time by Lana Del Rey

Summary ➧ WHO would of thought that your now ex Fiance got up and left you in the middle of Paris? with no shelter or no regret and the self loathing mother of his. It was meant to be a trip for the both of you to finally bath in each others love.

but what do you know? nothing but a man wondering the streets of Paris wanting to get away from his famous life style knows what.

❝ Pairing ❞ IDOL!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

⌫ Genre ⌦ ONESHOT, Fluff, Angst, plus maybe something suggestive?? Strangers to lovers

↲ Warning's ↳ TAEHYUNG IN PARIS CAUSE I SAID SO, Swearing, cheating cause your husband is a dick, the reader just throws her life out the window after it tho, taehyung is so sweetest,

➜ A/N ꒱ I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I never intended for this to take so long and some of you have been waiting for this and there for I sincerely apologize but yippy! its out now after who knows how long. If I ever tried to write again please probably expect the same behavior where I will take 6 months to upload a short one-shot, but it out and I will hopefully learn my lesson and try to be more time-crunch-worthy. I hope you all enjoyed this and have a great day/afternoon/night!

Please tell me if your wish to repost it but do not claim as your own!

You regret the whole thing.

Why did you put some much effort in if it was only to end out like this?

Why did you trust them? Why did you trust him if his mother came to spoil the trip with the excuse of ‘it will just be some good old family time’ when your fiance agreed to make this a trip for just the two of you?

They left you simply because you weren’t just the right for his wrench of his mother.

You were waiting at Cathedrale Notre-Dama de Paris and the way they decided to cut ties was simply to just wave off a text.

Oh dear, I’m so very sorry. I know it wasn’t for the best to end it this way but I simply can’t hold it in, I don’t love you.

I never have.

Why would I continue if I grew out of it?

The hotel reservation is cancelled and your belongings are waiting for you outside.

what a lame gimmick.

How were you meant to process this? you were surrounded by a crowd if you started crying it would cause a scene.

What did you even do to deserve this?

Now, what did you do to deserve this??

while having a quiet breakdown and struggling to find your way back to the 30-minute walk hotel, only searching for what you have in your purse in case someone thought it was free luggage, you lost the track of time.

The sun was painfully setting quick as the street lights turned on causing panic to settle in. You have nowhere to stay because hell knows if the same expensive hotel would let you stay for a night under $30 within your card. You settle on the rock wall on a bridge watching the sun merge into the ground, you weigh your options to find a bar and drink away your sorrows in hopes of finding a kind that would let stay within their abode for a day or two.

And a kind soul you did find.

Within your sappy sorrows and bubbling panic festering inside you, you never took aware of your surroundings as a telling figure approaches you.

" ma’am? Are you okay? " a deep yet so soft and gentle voice woke you up from your daydreaming. Your head slowly turns to the left to find a gorgeous man.

He wore a simple white button-up and some simple brown dress suit pants. simple yet outstandingly attractive, he was truly something to gaze upon which you got distracted by immediately.

He gets more worried when you haven't responded so he asked again.

" oh " was all you could muster " Oh! Me! "

He agreed with a distressed nod but a small smile crackled on his face, god he's, even more, prettier with a smile.

" I'm sorry, it's just I noticed you were crying? "

You were crying?

You quickly wipe your check to feel the tears, realizing you had cried you were quick to reassure him.

" oh, I'm okay I swear it's just been a really tough day " you stuttered through your sentence for a moment but begin to realize your situation again, He saw the swift change of emotions within your expression.

" oh no, I'm so sorry " why is he so nice?

" It's okay! you don't need to apologize, it was probably better than what others might do" ew, that was the fattest lie you've ever said, and hate it.

He grew curious about the case. " I know this might sound very weird since well we only meet within like 5 minutes but do you maybe wanna tell me about it? "

His voice was soft and gentle again while his eyes lock onto yours, he looked at you with such care as you would shatter within a touch, unlike your now ex-fiance.

" over a drink? " you suggested with a weary tone like you were stepping on eggshells.

He softly grins.

" I don't see why not "

Literally, 6 hours ago your fiance broke up with you and left you in Paris all by yourself with no remorse, you wandered around Paris, and then found the most handsome yet caring man that could ever exist.

either god knew you needed a reset on your man choices or he just chose you to be the lucky one today cause here you are in an old people's bar with a man you never thought you could ever come across.

it didn't take you very long to chug down a couple of drinks to block out your bugging problems but there was a habit on this behalf of drinking.

you get very chatty.

You two got chatting away and learned his name was Kim Taehyung, you thought Kim was a very suitable last name next to your's but you weren't sure if he could handle you any longer, but he didn't seem to mind when he told you his side of his problems. It turns out that Taehyung is a big Korean pop star with tons of fans running after him and his friends, there are only small times when he can take a break from it for a while which in this case is the trip he's currently on.

" Pairs was and always is calming to me. I come here often because the place holds a lot of meaning to many people whether it would be for love or the aesthetic of the city maybe even the history but for me personally? I only come here for the art, it's pretty and wonderful to look at like you could make art here yourself which I do by taking pictures from time to time. "

He spoke with clear passion in his eyes like a dog just got a treat or you gave an iPad to a 9-year-old for the first time, it was something you adored to watch while spending such a small time with him.

You managed somehow to complement some input to his passion.

" wow," he looked at you confused by the sudden input.

" I mean like it would make sense knowing that you like have such a busy lifestyle with this whole idol career. " you back yourself up but he hums realizing what you meant.

" ah, well it's not that bad really " he tries to reassure you but you give him a blank stare causing him to giggle" really it's not! sure some threats and weird people but aside from that we have very loving fans who are very supportive who loves us to bits and so we repay them back with the same love " you smile softly at his kindness for random kids start to show again.

" I think that is very kind of you " He looks at you searching threw your eyes for a lie only to find true honesty with a smile " I mean you've never really met all of them and yet you try so hard to give back the love they give you in your dark times just like what you do for them right? "

He nods with a grin " yeah " he pauses before saying it again.

you gaze upon the old people around you as the jazz band starts to play a cover of fly me to the moon by Frank Sinatra, you smile as some of them get up to dance.

" you know, I really like Frank Sinatra "

you look at him realizing the distance between the two of you, you lean on your left arm as Taehyung leans closer to you on his right arm, he looks back at you waiting " yeah? " you question speaking softly like the whole world could listen to you.

" yeah. " His smile slowly forms into a grin " He makes me want to dance "

" Really? " you giggle as you also start to grin, damn that cocktail is getting to you quickly.

" yeah, I'm serious " He starts to giggle and grin but it slowly dies down, he mutters something while breaking eye contact to get up and move to the dance floor making you confused.

" what are you doing? " you quickly question not having a clue what he's doing until he starts to move his feet to the beat and his arms swing to the bass.

"I'm dancing " He states waving his arms out proudly.

" you dance like a dork " you laugh as he covers his heart pouting like a sad puppy.

you watch him dance his heart away before getting up to join him. He quickly turns around at the feel of arms wrapping around his to find you swinging and swaying to the beat as well, He smiles as he brings you closer wrapping an arm around your waist and slipping his hand into yours.

" Is this alright? " He leans down to your ear and softly asks, his low rasp sends shivers down your spine as you nod softly before placing your head onto his shoulder.

" Is this okay? " you ask with a whisper " fine with me, sweetheart" he responds with a small comforting smile as you close your eyes and bathe in his warmth welcoming the flush forming on your cheeks as your heart beats faster.

You both slowly rock to the beat letting the world slip from your grasp and hold each other like it could end any moment, you're enveloped by his rich expensive cologne by who knows what fancy brand but you would never want to let it go, his soft yet calluses decorated his fingertips but his big hands held your waist perfectly when from time to time he would gently move his hand tracing your spine and moving back down past your waist just to your tail bone before moving to its original spot.

This man cradles you so gently that could make you melt in seconds but it makes you think that your ex-fiance never held you like, questions start pouring through as you doubt if there were signs earlier in your relationship that you missed.

Taehyung glances down at you finding you dazed and spaced out " is something on your mind? " You look back up at him and find him with a worried expression.

" oh it's fine " you spoke softly smiling as the wave of emotions collided with each other, the alcohol swaying deep inside but it was evident to everyone you thought especially to him.

He paused for a moment searching through your eyes before speaking " I know we haven't spent much time together but it wouldn't hurt to tell a stranger what's on your mind? "

He wasn't wrong, I always thought that it might be therapeutic to just realize everything to someone who wouldn't remember about it an hour later.

"Well, my reason for being here originally was to spend some time with my fiance and his mother because he proposed not long ago " Taehyung's warm and happy expression dropped from the words.

" oh, but if you were here with them then where are they? they must be worried about you " He started to draw away from me but I quickly grabbed onto his shoulders pulling him back in and provoking him to look perplexed.

" He left me. "

Taehyung stands in shock. Why would someone leave someone so captivating, gracious, thoughtful, and witty as you? un-answered questions racing through he gazed down at you.

"Why? " was all that came out of him. He stood stunned by the words that left you as confusion formed a frown on his face " why would anyone even . . . " he was truly baffled.

"It's okay though, with trial comes error right? " you smile back at him, his gaze slowly falls to pity as you let the words fall out " I'll just call a family member, or " you slowly start to stutter, struggling to find the next pair of words until you feel a soft grasp of his hands holding yours leading you off the dance floor.

As the two of you sit down he holds you close whispering sweet gentle comforts in your ear as you calm down by the warmth he radiates and the gentle caresses of his thumb while he has your hand.

"Look, this might not be the best-suited place for you to tell me how terrible your so-called husband is but I have a beautiful view of the Eiffel tower from my hotel suite if you want to complain about your problems there. "

You slowly look up to meet his caring gaze and with a nod, you were whisked away from your savior of the night.

TAGLIST: @midnight-the-shadow-wolf , @osakis-gf , @itsme-mel

[kikomanpng]

How do you think when Boris talked about his children and wife he lied? If yes, then why?(In book)

hi i think this was asked like a couple years ago. im sorry user turtle-four. having read the book only once, i think boris didn't lie. he's just simply refusing to acknowledge their existence more than saying the simple fact that he does have a wife and kids. i mean, he isn't really the type to settle with his nomadic life style and job. now, what about the commitment of marriage, a whole wife? maybe he's just saying that out of wedlock or some entanglement with the wife's family. maybe he even sends some money to them every once and while but i dont think he's a close parent in the household either. am i basing this off a fanfic i read? yes. but that's how i see boris, i don't think he'd lie on this part of his life that doesn't even affect theo (or at least i think he thinks so). it's like him saying: i miss png, im not allowed to drive, i have a wife, i like sugar on bread. i mean if he did lie, what do you guys think? i rlly think this ones a good question to look into boris' character from how the readers understand it ^^

[nuikasa]

Soo, my friend made RuiKasa AUs, and since kk you have a really good analysis for each AU, I was wanting to know your opinion on them :D

oh hi!! it's surprising to see people asking me for opinions over aus, it makes me happy to be able to share my thoughts about it!! so let's see what we have here.

okay, the concept it's not bad in a sense but I have a few questions about it. First, something I think should be obvious but how does ruling work this world like, alright dragonkasa is the "king" and rui has ulterior motives to become his minister, but how does exactly the world itself works in here? you gotta elaborate that a bit and also add a reason behind why Rui wants to do take that role, what he will do to achive this goal, afterwards, why does he become obsessed with that idea? there's a lot of things that could be added here to make it interesting because at first sight it's too simple. For example, it could be that dragonkasa is not a good ruler? he is a tyrant/egoist king? maybe that's why Rui wants to become close and have some position there so he can take the throne? maybe there's some revenge in the process? this is one of the many things you can use to justify why this is happening because the story needs to make sense.

...this one has the same problem, what's the reason behind Rui's actions? he is in love but how did he fell in love? and how does exactly backfire? how does Tsukasa actually get to know this? what exactly Rui does to make Tsukasa fall in love, actually how does this magic work. I'm not really a big fan of romantic plots with no sense at all so this one feels way too boring for my liking, not that the idea itself it's bad, I consider that ideas itself are not bad but most of the time they are bad execute, for example, this could have a start or not, it could start from the middle or even from the end of the story when things are settled but you can start showing how it reached to that point in so many ways. Usually people like to start when things are "settled", in this case, when one of them is already in love, others start from the beginning, how did they meet and how these feelings started to appear. But I feel background stories for each characters are also important to develop a good story so if none of them don't have one, the idea doesn't work. So going back to the first questions, why is it Rui a sorcerer? and what has to do with OG Tsukasa? what is Tsukasa actually doing there? and I could make more questions about it to fill the holes.

All what I said it's said objectively, whenever I come up with a new Au, I think what role has each character and what truly motivates the character to do certain actions before setting any kind of "plot" between them so it makes sense, if you set first the plot and not the roles of each character, it feels like something isn't connecting correctly between them.

For example and this I said it on Twitter, when you want to make your audience feel something emotional or connect with the characters of your story, you can't just throw a lot of things in a bowl and expect people to get emotional with that; i.e if you make two characters cry a lot, that won't make people feel sad just because they are "crying", you need to build the emotions from 0, not from nowhere and expect people to feel sorry for them. It's more effective a story and has more impact. This is might be a very personal opinion on mine because I see most people don't care about how it's build the emotions in a story, as long the design/art style is pretty, the background doesn't matter much, unfortunately.

This is just my personal opinion, a small advice for the future if you or your friend decide to take these words to heart and work hard on it, like I said before there's no bad ideas for me just need to polish them a bit and add more content and it can become in a very good idea. Hope this helps a bit and I always am welcome to get more requests about aus and give my thoughts about it, for writing and drawing tips again!! thank you once again and hope you have a good day!

[ashleycodes]

COMMISSIONS - opening soon?

it has been a very, very long time since i've openly done commissions. i think i needed to take a little brain break. but lately i've been thinking about doing a commission here and there again, as i do miss it. would anyone be interested?

pricing and caveats/deal breakers would be as follows:

$250 - base price, which would include: - fully custom html templates for the skin itself - custom forum structure (up to 3 different styles per category. any more styles will be extra, price dependent on complexity and amount of boards) - member group color changes (for whole skin + member profiles) via variables for easy addition of groups in the future - separate member & staff (or ooc) main profile - light/dark button - webpage design (2 different styles) - footer webpage if desired (for affiliates, discord widget) - accessibility widget - set of general templates (general template, face claim template, member directory template, misc claims template, bbcode multi mod template, application or shipper template if needed, 1 simple bbcode, 2 post html templates, 1 communication template)

$60 - additional templates package, which would include: - 3 additional html posting templates - 1 additional bbcode posting template - a full set of development templates (image, moodboard, quote, playlist) - 2 additional communication templates - 2 social media templates + "reply" templates

any other templates would be discussed on an additional price basis ranging on $5-$10 per template not mentioned above. the reasoning behind this is that i just feel incredibly uninspired/not unique when i code templates so i try not to offer a bunch

$35 - graphics package, which would include: - a full header graphic that matches the skin - staff team graphics that match the skin - board graphics that match the skin - 1 advertisement for the site that matches the skin - placeholder graphics for "unsorted"/brand new accounts that match the skin

anything not mentioned above to be added can be discussed. there are some things i can/will do that i don't feel like take time to add in and therefore wouldn't cost money. so if you're unsure about a feature, i'd be open to discussing it before settling on a final price. i am mostly just trying to provide fixed prices so that you know exactly what you're getting.

the deal breaker in all of this might be that i will probably request a good portion of it up front or possibly the full price. this is touchy, i know, but having been ghosted on final payments after quick turn arounds i think is part of what finally broke me down and when i quit doing commissions. i am trying to offset this, however. i will code the skin directly into your site's board wrappers and css templates (so i will need ACP access). you will get to see the progress live and provide input as i go. i will provide you xml files once it's completed as well and will be available for 1 month post-completion for troubleshooting - though i have noticed by coding live into jcink, i find quite a few bugs on my own so hopefully the implementation process is smooth.

turn around time would be 1.5-2 months depending on the complexity of the skin, possibly longer but this will be discussed. if i give a turn around time, payments are made, and can't meet it, i will discuss a percentage of money back with you depending on the extra time needed.

anyway this is 100% NOT set in stone, i am just trying to gauge the interest based on my new terms/terms that would make me comfortable taking commissions again lmao. i'm not fully committing to this yet, and may very well not do this at all but it is on my mind so here we are.

in other news, i am still working on pushing out other old SH skins as multi-sale premades (none of which will ever be priced more than $30) and will likely create templates for my newest free skin, and maybe put out another more modern free skin but that just all depends on what the ADHD demands from me!!

[hwaightme]

Family for Hire (Ch.3)

(family for hire ml) -> blurb and general tags in series ml

☀️ pairing: single dad!seonghwa x business woman!reader ☀️ genre: romance, family, domestic, fake marriage, slice of life ☀️ ch. summary: who knew that meeting a toddler could be so testing, a parking lot to an activity centre was the equivalent of a gladiator ring, and that sometimes it all could lead to awakening fears you did not know you had? ☀️ ch. wordcount: 4.4k ☀️ ch. warnings/tags: language, kind of edited kind of not, kid asking scary questions, Seonghwa being a dad, exploitation, deception, Nari having thoughts, brutal kid honesty, judgement, hints at not so happy family background, fear, anxiety, Seonghwa being very soft and patient and domestic ☀️ perma-taglist: @doom-fics @layzfeelit @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 ☀️ series taglist: @yunnierights @moniesmoon @jackinmyarea @hwalysm @sankatchu @hijeongguk @likexaxdaydream @treasure-hwa @paralumanniluna @naiify ☀️ a/n: Hello there! As I am in major Hwa brainrot, this chapter is a two-parter (aka there will be a 3.5), so stay tuned, big hugs and much love, and all comments, likes and reblogs loved :)

Chapter 3: Pocket Edition CEO

It was impossible to predict that National Geographic documentaries would be what informed you on how best to approach and act around a toddler. Heart nearly skipping out of your chest as you stared back at the little girl with pigtails, you imagined this being a scene of some face off in the animal kingdom. Or as a duel in the style of a Western. Either way, there needed to be a dramatic rolling tumbleweed, and Seonghwa would probably not want to ruin his pristine clothes by imitating the dead plant on some concrete.

You were fully expected to be punched or cussed out, as the honest little buggers can do. You could settle for being called ‘a stinky – insert whatever character they remembered off a screen’. But today the bar for being one of the wildest days of your life was not going to be lowered, and after scrutinising you to the point where you were convinced that she could see your organs, Nari switched her attention to her father, turned her body to the side, and began to crab walk in his direction. While still peering at you with suspicion and moving to hug the precious toy in her grasp. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your so-called business partner stealing glances at you, which in turn made you roll your shoulders back, and settle into a friendly smile. But apparently, it was not satisfactory, as Seonghwa leaned towards you and whispered, lips barely moving.

“The car…”

“What, the car?”

“I left the gift in the car, so you can give it to her.”

“Oh, smart.”

The little girl was determined, continuing her journey sideways, nearly tripping three times, with Seonghwa’s hands automatically lifting as if he was about to bolt from place and go for a rugby style dive. And how were you supposed to stand? Was there a guide that you should have read about how to greet toddlers? It was not as simple as crouching down and letting them sniff your hand before petting their head, like you would do for a stranger's dog or cat. Besides, house pets liked you, so you did not need to put in extra effort for one to end up in your lap by the end of an evening. Here, there had to be some artistry involved. A complex system which no crash course would help with, but you were still cursing yourself for not preparing for the possibility of meeting Nari. Maybe a good start would be to look less like a mobster and get your hands out of your trouser pockets and instead act relaxed and ready for anything.

While you were fixated on the tiny form manoeuvring across the concrete play area in front of the activity centre, you took no notice of the other parents who began to pull up into the parking lot or simply amble in. Seonghwa, however, having practiced the skill of fatherly multitasking, was feeding his own ego by stealing sly glances at the ogling and gawking mothers, who probably had never in a million years expected him to pull up to 'gossip central' in a swanky new ride with someone who gave off the aura of an impressive postcode and a highly competitive job. He knew it was wrong to exploit your perceived status, which he, having had exposure to the field, wholly comprehended was an elaborate front to elevate your worth for employers, but since it happened somewhat accidentally, he saw no harm.

Settling for a couple of polite bows, the other parents did not dare approach him, clearly too perplexed and taken aback by your sudden appearance. Comically, what he could sense was fear on your end, had translated into a stoic and 'untouchable' demeanour, which only added to your overall image. Though for meeting his daughter this had to change, and fast. This was not an intern to take your frustrations out on and practice line manager rage; not that you would do that, but he war familiar with how expressive you could get.

"Hey... Y/N, inhale, exhale, no one is going to attack you."

"Sh- sure. You're right. Sorry." It only hit you just now that you would have to censor yourself if you were to get anywhere in the conversation realm with the toddler. You bit back another frustrated swear-down, rolled your shoulders back, and pretended like you were about to meet a highly influential CEO - not too terribly far from the truth.

And said high profile figure appeared to be fond of hiding behind her father’s leg, clinging onto the beige material, glancing at you like she was a koala on a tree, and you were a potential threat, here to cut down some eucalyptus. Seonghwa’s patience impressed you, as he pried the girl away from him, and with a kind smile patted her head and started whispering a quick introduction to who you were, what the car was here for, and reassuring her that you were safe. Her only response was that of suspicion as she let go of her father’s trouser leg and grabbed a somehow even larger fistful.

The scene must look odd for any onlookers – a showdown between the generations, an unlikely match of wariness and, what could be, personality. Here was to you thinking that Nari would be as sweet as this reformed Seonghwa who you had been trying to not let get to you all morning. A lady pushing a pram strolled past, and quickened her pace as soon as your glances met. What was it with child-related locations giving you the heebie-jeebies at any opportunity? You would not be able to answer whether the ‘showy’ motherly energy and outfit of that woman gave you a fright or not, but the agonising fire in your legs, begging for you to sprint in any direction as long as it took you far away from here, was very real. But you did not raise yourself to be a weakling, so with one final mental push, you gave your best in greeting the one and only Park Nari.

"Hi! “Um, yeah, so…” you began awkwardly, rocking on your feet once, twice as the girl was burning holes in your face with her glistening eyes which you swore showed the same constellations of stars as Seonghwa’s, “...as your dad had said, my name is L/N Y/N, and I am... an old friend." You let out a sharp exhale and looked to your newly faked husband for approval – with the negotiations, also known as Nari’s opinion, still in progress and formulating, every move could be critical and end up being catastrophic. Seonghwa seemed neutral for the time being – good enough in your books.

"Hello and nice to meet you, I am Park Nari. You don't look old." Nari answered, finally stepping away from Seonghwa, lowering her hands with the Chewbacca she had been holding almost touching the ground.

"Why thank-"

"You look tired."

Note to self: avoid getting roasted by toddlers at all costs, for they show no mercy and are honest to the point where their comments will feel like a punch in the gut. Your eyes widened as you took the impact quietly - your usual techniques were illegal to use against this opponent. Seonghwa had gone pale, hissing at his daughter that such behaviour was entirely inappropriate and that she should apologise immediately, but received his share of the fire, even though it was a sincere attempt on Nari's end to explain her logic:

"... like dad! You and dad look tired." She grinned, her already puffed-up cheeks ending up looking particularly 'squishable'. Not that you were ready to even shake hands with the kid, but you had eyes, and could make observations. Seonghwa looked up from his daughter, lips pursed, and gazed at you. You caught him mouthing a 'sorry' but waved him off and opened the car door closest to you, thanking the lucky stars and Seonghwa for positioning the gift bag conveniently right within reach from where you were. Time for child friendly bribery.

“Well, it is because I really wanted to pick something out for you, that you might enjoy.”

Nari’s expression transitioned to that of what looked to be understanding of something beyond your own comprehension. She was thinking deeply, and a child with thoughts was something you considered to be highly dangerous. You inched towards her, and crouched down to pass the bag, wondering for how long you could keep up the invested, calm and collected act. In the meantime, Seonghwa was perplexed by how your confidence from before had evaporated – in front of his very own flesh and blood, his precious little angel, his princess? If Seonghwa were to be frank, Nari was acting like a tiny menace, and he was failing to hold her back without risking her stealing the show with a tantrum or a walk out. But it was easy enough to understand her. You were a lot more than a stranger to him, while to Nari you were just that. Making an appearance in her life for the first time.

“Thank you…” Nari mumbled, giving you a bow, in the same style that her dad had taught her. He nodded to himself after having witnessed his baby acting moderately under control.

She even showed interest in the gift, taking it out of the bag and headbanging her gratitude when he took it from her and let her inspect the box in peace, and show it off to the plushie. That attitude did not last long, however, for as soon as everyone was settled in the car, with Seonghwa acting as Nari’s child safety seat in the back and you driving, she decided to start acting the real questions that were at the forefront of her mind.

"Are you trying to get into daddy's pants?"

Nearly choking on your spit and swerving, you gripped the steering wheel as if it was a rope that could help you get to safety. As you were thinking of something remotely appropriate for an answer, she continued, only this time addressing her father, who was burning up from embarrassment, a pained smile on his face.

“Dad, is Miss L/N trying to get in-”

“Nari, I love you, but this kind of question is not okay.” You were stunned by Seonghwa’s change in tone. Gone was the diffident guy you had greeted in the café. Enter stage left and move to the centre an authoritative, dependable father. You recognised notes of ‘university Seonghwa’ in his measured-out assertiveness, and, once more, fell into a stinging realisation that you really did not know the man of the present, most of your tactics and approaches relying on guesswork. It had been successful so far, but there was a limit to everything. You needed to focus and learn.

“Why?” the little girl asked, while you bit your tongue to not tell the driver who had just cut in front of you who you thought they were.

“It is a very personal one and makes the person you ask upset.”

“What does per... son… al… mean?” she asked, stumbling over the longer word.

“Remember how I explained the word ‘private’ to you? When I use it in this way, personal means the question is about something private and only related to the person you ask. And when something is private, would you want to say it out loud, hm, Nari?” you checked the rear-view mirror, and caught a glimpse of Seonghwa, head lowered, black wavy locks falling over his eyes as he spoke to his daughter with the attention of someone for whom nothing else existed. It was almost cute – the ‘almost’ coming from you being appalled that you just considered the possibility of a toddler being part of something you deemed adorable. You shook your head and blinked forcefully.

“No…”

“That’s right. So?”

“SORRY MISS L/N!” Nari screamed at the top of her voice, startling you. For the first time in your life being inside of the car did not feel safe to you and you contemplated accelerating above the official limit to cut some seconds. But seeing Seonghwa’s worried expression as he cradled Nari and kissed the top of her head made you want to be a law-abiding citizen once more. Not much fight and rebellion in you after all.

In true toddler fashion, the little girl got distracted, and for the next few minutes was preoccupied with your gift to her, babbling away with only the occasional interjection by Seonghwa to support her in her musings, ask a question or polish her already good pronunciation with some tiny adjustments. You remained quiet, letting your reflexes take over as you steered and looked out for road signs. While you had enough experience in going for aimless drives around the city to the level that you probably could be a taxi driver, Seonghwa’s neighbourhood was something of a mysterious, magical land to you.

As you weaved through the narrower streets which you had chosen to follow instead of being stuck in traffic, constantly checking the side-view mirrors to make sure they would not graze the brick walls that hid gardens from public view, Nari became interested in your motivations once again, and with one out of pocket query sent you through a giant loop. It was spectacular that you could even continue the journey.

"Are you a gold digger?"

You realised that you had never been interviewed with such intensity before, and with ease deemed the traditional approach almost enjoyable now. At least corporate did not look for you to bare your soul, only, depending on the employer, donate it in instalments.

"Nari, that is not appropriate and -"

"But dad didn't gramma say you have a heart of gold?"

From the windshield mirror you observed Seonghwa's expression instantly soften as he held his daughter tight while you were performing a particularly sharp turn, narrowly avoiding potted plants that someone had decided to leave out on the roadside.

"Thank you, Nari, but-"

"Gramma said it, not me..." Nari stated as a matter of factly, cracking you up while you merged into busier traffic. The cold hard logic spoke to you on a spiritual level and began to show you the little girl in a slightly different, more familiar light.

"But you delivered the nice message to me."

"That gold diggers want to get you?" She shot back at lightning speed, turning her head to peer at what was to be a new residential neighbourhood, though with the modern style of the buildings under construction, it could pass off as a bohemian business centre.

"That according to grandma, I have a heart of gold."

"Oooooh okay! Miss L/N are you a gold-"

"I can tell you; she definitely is not. And what did we talk about?" Seonghwa considered both your lifestyles, and found the term to be the furthest away from the truth – opportunist, maybe, but you would rather go through hell than be financially reliant on someone else. A long while ago, you had explained to him that from the day you had gotten your first pay check, you had set it to be your goal to save and move out permanently, so that you could be in control of your fate and reclaim what you had lost. Judging by your efforts, he had always thought that what you had missed out on was time itself, but that was only a crude hypothesis.

"Per-son-al? Okay… But Eunbi from school said that about her second mom, and I did not like her, she is mean." You wished you could make turns like Nari swerved around conversations. And who knew that the real drama happened in kindergarten? You chose to forget about the accidentally rude judgement and instead listened into the conversation.

"What makes you say that, and when did you meet her?" you nodded, agreeing with the questioning tactic.

"She came to school late and did not greet us and stuff, and I don't like her."  Simple straightforward. Vibe check failed. You were starting to like Nari’s no nonsense approach to evaluating people, though your opinion would probably change in an instant if by horror, you were to end up on the wrong list – this toddler had too much power over your life at that moment, and it was a nightmare.

"Why is that?"

"She did not want to play at all, and was rude to Teacher Hwang and did not hug Eunbi goodbye and-”

“Okay… so what you are telling me, is that how she behaved was out of line, yes?”

“YES, dad, yes! She is a bully. But Eunbi said she is a gold digger so…”

“Do you know what the term means?”

“Is it a meanie?”

“No, it means someone who wants to be friends with someone else for their money.”

“For money? Why?”

“So that they can buy things, worry less about work… basically so they can change the way they live.”

“You should be a gold digger.”

“Are you saying we should change the way we live?” you realised, you would have snapped at right about that point, if not earlier. It was astonishing how Seonghwa was still continuing this conversation and honoured each phrase with full consideration.

“No. You should worry less about work. It makes me sad when dad worries.”

“Aw, Nari, I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you sad. But being with someone else only for money is not something I want to do.”

A sudden guilt floated into your soul, and you felt your chest tighten. What if you were a gold digger in some roundabout way? You were planning on using Seonghwa and his daughter as money bait, after all. Your goal was status, power and financial benefits – what was there that did not spell materialism and succumbing to vices of the earthly realm? Oh, how simple you were – you would not be shocked if Nari could see right through you.

“Then what do you want?” you did not wish to hear the answer, but had to listen.

“Hm… to be with someone for companionship and love.” You swore you saw Seonghwa glance upwards and towards you out of the corner of your eye, but you did not let it show. It could be your personal delusions acting out and giving you more things to be terribly anxious over.

“I love you, dad.” It seemed Nari was not interested in Seonghwa’s per-son-al life, and interpreted his answer as a declaration of paternal affection, which was much easier for your poor heart to take.

“Love you too, my cute princess.”

“Like Princess Leia?”

“Sure, like Princess Leia.”

“Yay…” the exclamation faded into the car’s rumbling as Nari snuggled into her dad’s blazer, practically digging herself under it and scrambling to become a tiny ball. In the few minutes left of the journey, you let yourself enjoy the bliss.

Apparently, Seonghwa ‘looked at you differently’ (a comment which flustered the man to the point where he dropped his keys while unlocking the front door) and ‘you were polite’, so in Nari’s eyes, that deemed you worthy of an invitation into her humble abode, much to Seonghwa’s amusement and hidden giddiness and your utter confusion. Considering the fact that you had been fully prepared for the girl to throw hands at you in the first seconds of meeting, the transition into her diligently explaining every single toy she had, imaginary worlds and being the biggest hypegirl for her father’s crafts while you sat cross-legged beside her, nodding enthusiastically, was surreal.

Unsure of how to approach toddler-level conversation, you took to asking her to elaborate on her decision-making and her strategies when it came to storytelling and crafting her own universes. This turned out to be a hit, as Nari would immediately launch into the largest diversions, passionately describing a chaotic crossover between some anime she had seen, a certain intergalactic franchise and what you gathered was some Pixar movie. While you were struggling to keep up, Nari’s passion was addictive, and motivated you to keep on listening. Soon enough, you were feeding back with your own ideas and innovating, which led to the girl taking a large sheet of paper, crayons and plopping down by the coffee table, beckoning you to take a seat with her so you could draw the ‘cool space monster things together’.

You were grateful that Nari was having fun, since for you, this felt like a never-ending assessment where you were afraid to even breathe wrong. But it could be the case that this approach had allowed you to tap into familiar territory and unlock some of your workplace characteristics instead of the awkward scared mess that you would otherwise act like. Initially, Seonghwa was hovering around you two, observing the interactions and always being ready to step in, for which you were incredibly grateful. But as minutes turned to hours, and Nari was completely immersed in play and your blazer was long hanging on a chair to not get doodled on, he disappeared into the kitchen to fix up an early dinner.

“What colour do you think Pow-pow’s fur should be?” you asked, using all your strength to remain serious.

“Orange.”

“Orange?”

“Yes. Mm. Orange.”

“Cool.” You reached for the appropriate crayon and began to colour in said monster’s fur. According to Nari, this one liked to eat sweet things and was really neat – you pretended to not know where inspiration for those preferences came from.

“Y/N?” about an hour ago Nari took to addressing you by your first name, initially approaching the matter with heart-melting shyness that made you accept this change in a split second.

“Yeah? What’s up, Nari?”

“Do you like dad?” the deafening clatter of pots and plates from the kitchen suggested you had an audience, causing a light blush to rise on your cheeks. The problem with kids was no matter what you said, they would not give up until you either said the truth, or tired them out with your verbal writhing, and you most certainly did not have the energy for the latter.

“Uh… yes. Sure, I do! He is very nice, so I do like him.” each word weighing heavy on your tongue, you let them fall to the floor, along with your composure. Nari could not mean much more than what a standard kid perceived liking to be, right?

On the same sites where you had read about the theory of development you had seen a separate discussion of natural egocentrism, narcissistic behaviours and 'me' tendencies that toddlers manifested as they grew up and started to gain tid-bits of independence. So, Nari hopefully meant mere mutual tolerance and your shared ability to play with her. Short-lived ponderings, much like all others that you had been having during your interactions with this magnificent, bright mind in a tiny body.

“He is very nice… You are very nice too. I like your drawings. I like that you like him, too.” the purposeful scrubbing noise that sounded like Seonghwa attacking dishes in the sink ceased, and a metaphorical spotlight was turned on you. You had been unable to come up with a better word to use to describe the man, but it appeared to be a spectacular selection for his daughter.

“You are very kind, Nari. Thank you for… you know. Playing with me?” you stated, though your choice of words made you cringe. For someone well-versed in the art of double speak and slithering out of the grasp of uncomfortable questions during profit and loss review meetings, you were a disaster when discussing banal feelings, turning to rumination for false support.

But the smile that Nari gave you, stellar and trusting, eliminated most, if not all concern from your heart. You held back a gasp as you noticed Seonghwa's daughter getting shy, squeezing her shoulders in and letting out a quiet giggle, whispering a soft "you're really really really nice...". You did not notice Seonghwa had stepped out, and was leaning against the frame of the sliding glass door with his arms crossed. He was still wearing a bright, polka dot apron, though even that was clean aside from one tiny splatter, and held a serene demeanour. The scene that had unfolded before him, with you and Nari huddled together and living in your own world was better than any artistic masterpiece. Nothing would ever be able to deliver the same level of impact as the acceptance that you two offered one another. All this time, Seonghwa had been afraid of judgement, and that was the biggest reason why he had started venturing out to reconnect with people from the past only now. To an extent, his behaviour could be labelled as selfish - he was not in the right state of mind nor life conditions, and as such he removed himself from multiple social circles and concentrated his efforts on going through a necessary metamorphosis. And now, to see you specifically, interacting with the centre of his universe - his daughter, and much to his and likely your surprise, finding common ground, was leaving him misty-eyed.

“Please make him less worried.” Nari's request was simple, but so hard to achieve.

Your heart sank as you pondered what you had just proposed to Seonghwa that morning. You had been honest, laid down all your cards, but skipped out on the terms and conditions. Fixated on the benefits, which were not even guaranteed, you did not see risk in Seonghwa's quick agreement. So, all there was left was to accept the possibility of ending up being the bad guy, and all that came with the journey to your grand finale.

“I… I’ll try my best.”

Fortunately for you, Nari was not the type to pinkie promise or ask a million times if someone really meant what they said. She was beautifully oblivious to the spectrum of evil out there. You refrained from expressing how you perceived yourself then: as the girl's first proper evil. One she did not even know about, and using her still limited vocabulary, ended up deeming 'nice'. Were you vile? The question plagued you, and yet you still got up and followed Nari's lead to the table when Seonghwa had announced that food was ready. There were too many variables. Too many unknowns. But only one charming gentleman pushing the chair out for you. One sincere expression of gratitude for being with a little girl and giving her so much joy. And what looked to be one happy family, sat at a dinner table, chatting about everything and nothing as minutes steeped in comfort, safety and true homeliness flew by. So, this was what such a life was supposed to feel like.

[beaker1636]

Love At First Meeting Pt. 2 - Rick

AN: Here is the end of Love At First Meeting, hope you enjoy @raydenrrobertson ! I know they aren't ending with Eternally Yours anymore but that is where my mind went so just pretend for me :)

Taglist: @tearfallpixie @dragon-chica @darkhallcorner @lacktoesandtoddlerants

May 26th - Final Grades Due, Concert Day

Submitting your last grade for the day, you let out a sigh of relief.  Starting to clean up the last few things in your classroom for the year before sending a quick email to your principal letting him know that you have submitted everything that is due.  You file away everything you have left to file away before shutting off the lights for the last time until the end of August and make your way out to your car.

Getting home you glance at what time it is only to realize that you have maybe an hour to get ready before the time you're going to meet Ricky at the venue so you rush inside to quickly change and freshen up your hair and make up.  You slip on a black dress that you absolutely love, it has several thin straps, and while the top is fitted to your curves the bottom is flowy until it hits just above your knees.  You always wear it when you want to feel confident, it makes you feel beautiful honestly.

You touch up your makeup, adding more of your own flare that you don’t always do at work.  What is a simple eyeliner job for your more gothic style is a bit too much for your work as a teacher unfortunately.  You glance in the mirror, satisfied with how you look and decide that you should probably slip your sandals on and head out the door, not wanting to be late.  You send a quick text to Rick letting him know you are leaving home and should be there in about a half an hour.

When you arrive you park where he told you to, taking note of the line of people already forming outside the venue despite the show not starting for a couple more hours, you are reminded of the days that you did the same for your own favorite bands with your friend Marisa. 

You send Rick a message letting him know that you are finally there and he tells you to make your way towards the back of the venue, where you then notice him popping his head out of a door, waving you in quickly before anyone happens to notice that he is there.

The second you step in the door with him he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug, resting your head against his chest while noting how wonderful this feels, that it just feels right to you.

“I am glad you came today, for once Chris had a good idea,” he says joking with you after you both pull away. “You look great y/n.”

You blush at his compliment, still not used to accepting them from anyone. “Thank you, and thank you for inviting me,” you respond softly.

“Unfortunately everyone knows you arrived and wants to meet you, are you ready to go meet everyone?” He asks you, smiling when you nod.

He leads you back towards the bands green room, knocking to make sure everyone is dressed before he opens the door, you suddenly feeling overwhelmed by all the sets of eyes that are suddenly on you.

“Guys, this is y/n,” Ricky says as he leads you inside the room, one of his hands settling on your lower back as he leads you towards a chair.  You quietly thank him before you take a seat.

“Nice to see you in person finally,” Vinny says first, making a joke, hoping to ease the slight tension in the room.

“You too Vin, same to all of you,” you say with a shy smile.

You feel a hand on your shoulder which makes you jump before you realize it is Rick, you find yourself leaning back slightly into the touch.  You aren’t sure why he seems so touchy with you, and you aren’t sure why you are enjoying his touches so much but you are.  Actually you do know why, it is because you have developed a crush on him over the last few weeks, but you aren’t ready to say that out loud.

“Are you out of school for the summer now? Rick mentioned that you had to finish turning all your grades in today,” Chris asks making small talk.

“Yes, we are done until early August when we start getting all of our things for the new year ready,” you answer honestly.

For around half an hour you make small talk with the guys, getting to know them and them getting to know you better as well.  It is different being around them in person but you are enjoying it, they made you feel right at home and like part of the group right away.  You honestly haven’t felt like you fit in with people before but they all made you feel at home.

“I will say, you clean up nicely when you aren’t in teacher outfits,” Vinny says, making Rick glare at him, but you do not see it from where he stands behind you.

“I probably would have paid a lot more attention in class if my teachers looked like you did honestly,” Rick says with a chuckle, making you blush bright red at his words.

“Y/n ad Rick, sitting in a…. Oww you fucker,” Chris groans when the water botte Rick throws at him hits him in the chest.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes as you watch the scene happen, loving that they banter and that you can truly tell they are friends and not just coworkers.

“Hey, we have about a half an hour before the meet and greet, want to go for a walk with me?” Rick ask you quietly, wanting to get you away from everyone before they all out his crush to you before he gets a chance to tell you how he feels himself.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you answer.

You both step into the backstage area, walking close to each other as he shows you different things that go into putting the show on as you pass where the crew is working as you walk. At one point your hands brush against each others as you both slowly wind up closer to each other the more you walk.   Both of you freeze before Rick holds his hand up towards yours, offering it to you.  You accept his touch, both of you softly lacing your fingers together as you continue to walk, only quietly this time.

“Thank you for coming tonight, I can tell how tired you are with the end of the year and coming right after work,” Rick says as he continues to lead you around, neither of you completely sure where you are but also not caring at the moment.

“That you for having me, honestly I have been wanting to see you again,” you admit, glad he isn’t looking at you as you are blushing at your confession that you just made.

Admittedly you are currently looking up at him, admiring how he looks with his stage makeup on.  He also has an adorable smile on his face, which makes you happy knowing that he is happy to be here with you right now. He glances over at you, making you look away blushing hard at the fact that he caught you checking him out.

“y/n, I…” he gets cut off before he can finish his words by Ryan, who is walking up towards the two of you.

“I hate to break up whatever was just happening, but it is time for us to go do the meet and greet.  y/n, the dancers are in the green room if you want to go join them for now, or you can just hang out and relax in there while you wait for us,” Ryan says, glancing at the two of you.  He is suspicious, he is pretty sure he just messed up a moment between you both where one of you would admit that you two are clearly more than just the friends you both claim to be, but of course he isn’t sure.  

All of the guys have noticed how the two of you look at each other during the video calls, and also in the green room earlier tonight.  They can all clearly tell that there is something between both of you, but when they have asked Ricky all he says is that you two are becoming close friends.

You just nod, following them to the green room and watching them leave for the meet and greet.  The dancers are all distracted getting ready so you just pull up a ebook you have been reading, taking advantage of the time you are getting to read.

When they finish and return back to the green room you don’t notice right away, you are distracted by your book.  Rick can tell that you are reading and almost doesn’t want to distract you from it, you look beautiful when you are focused like that.  He spends a few moments just admiring you before he lets you know that they are done and they will be going on stage soon.

You let him lead you to his side of the stage so that you can watch him as they play the show, before he goes back to the other side where they are all going to enter from.  You stay on the side of the stage, loving the show.  Admiring Rick in his element as he plays, hyping up the crowd.  You laugh at some of Justin and Chris’ antics, honestly you are enjoying the show more than you thought that you would.  There were a few moments where you and Rick would lock eyes and smile at each other as well during the show. 

When you know they are almost done you wander towards the other side of the stage, so that you can greet them as they step off stage.  You were already shown the setlist so you knew that they were ending with Eternally Yours, so you moved at that point, now watching from the other side.

You knew that Chris was throwing roses out, something you knew was normal for them when they performed this song before leaving the stage for the night.  You did notice that Chris handed one to Rick but you thought nothing of it, figuring that he was going to throw it out as they walked off stage.

As they stepped off stage you told them all what a good show they did, Ricky being the last one to make his way over towards you, a smile on his face as he hands the rose he has to you.

“To properly celebrate your first motionless show,” he says, a wide smile on his face when you take it with a smile.

“Thank you,” you mumble out, blushing.  He had managed to completely catch you off guard with his action, you weren’t expecting it at all.

You look at the rose that was in your hands, noticing a little slip of paper is tied to the stem.  You move it so that you can read the paper, playing with it slightly when you read “Will you go on a date with me?”

“Ricky, that is so sweet,” your eyes going slightly wide as you look up at him, with a smile on your face.

“So can I assume that is a yes then?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as the two of you search eachothers eyes, looking for confirmation of something in the others.

You nod, jumping slightly when he immediately pulls you into another tight hug, he can’t help himself.  He is excited that you said yes, that you seem to feel this same connection with him that he feels for you.  

He laughs when he feels you squirm to get away from his embrace. “Ugh gross, you are all sweaty,” you giggle, trying to pull yourself away.  You manage to pull away for just a second but it backfires because he moves how he is holding you, and now has you pulled closer to his body, both of you locking eyes with one another.

“Now I am going to need a shower of my own,” you tease him with a giggle, but neither of you look away from the other.  You are both stuck in this moment, enjoying the playfulness and closeness you have at the moment.

“Oh come on, just accept my love damnit,” he says back, just as playful as he teasingly runs his fingers over your sides, tickling you before he stops, his eyes landing on yours again when it hits him when he said.

Neither of you acknowledge the words that left his mouth, rather just accepting them and letting it linger while you both felt a pull towards each other.  You stop fighting to escape his embrace, he stops trying to tickle you.  Now you both are watching the others face, trying to decipher what the other is thinking before both of you give in.  Leaning in at the same time you both lightly brush your lips against the others.  

You hesitate for a moment, before you settle your nerves and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, this one more intense between the two of you as you both are finally giving in to how you feel.  His hands now settle on your hips as he pulls you closer to him, both of you unaware of what is going on around you.

“Hey- oh shit, sorry,” you pull away to find Vinny watching the two of you, wide eyed.  He didn’t expect to find the two of you like this.

You are shy, embarrassed that he stumbled upon such a moment between the two of you.  You wind up hiding your face in Ricks neck as your face flushed, not wanting Vin to see how embarrassed you are at him catching the two of you. 

“We all were talking about grabbing dinner together, but I’m just going to tell them that you are going with each other,” Vinny says with a laugh before walking away from the two of you, letting you find your own space now further away from the stage so that you could talk about what needed to be said between the two of you.  

“Before I let you walk away from me tonight I have to ask you a question,” Rick asks you, taking a deep breath. “I have no clue what this is with us, but whatever it is just feels right.  Like you are supposed to be my person and we are supposed to be with each other.  Honestly I felt that way after the first time we met and I had to share that with you in hopes that you feel the same.”

“I do Rick, I can’t explain it either but I have never felt like this before.  I want to see where it goes if you do,” you feel shy, avoiding his gaze and hoping that he doesn’t take what you are saying the wrong way.

“I am so glad you notice this connection too.  Can I give you my address and you give me a little bit to get showered and changed and then maybe want to meet at my house to watch a movie and just spend time together?” Rick asks you, both of you now slowly making your way towards the back parking lot, where you and him are both parked.

“Of course, send me your address,” you say with a smile as you both stop at your car, but you have yet to get in, not quite ready to walk away from him again even knowing it will just be for a little bit.

“Bring your pajamas, we can hole up and do a movie night until we fall asleep,” he says softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“Sounds wonderful, I will see you soon,” you say softly.

Feeling bold you pull yourself down towards you so that you can kiss him again, wanting to feel that warmth in your chest again before you get in your car to run home and get some things for a sleepover.  You aren’t sure what is happening between both of you but you are here for the ride, happy to be getting your chance with one of the best people you have ever met.

[honeybyte]

didn't want to ask this in the replies but what is your process like for designing clothing for characters bc not only do they look gorgeous but you always put so much thought into your stuff, esp the historical kind. it smthin i've always kind of struggled with tbh and you make it so interesting

oh man it kinda. varies? depending on what kind of clothing i want out of a character. this gets kinda long too but bear w me lol

the fashion pieces i do, i spend a lot of time going thru fashion editorials for poses and pick up pieces of different outfits or silhouettes that i want out of a piece. for stuff like a set occupation (hunter, butcher, blacksmith) it's abt knowing time period and finding the pattern between different photos.

the more complicated ones are like. odelia and euan. where im creating a whole piece that's frankensteined from a couple different styles (rococo, georgian, regency, etc). i think the three main types of information i depend on are Goal, Silhouette, and Fabric.

so Odelia and Euan. the goals for them are very different, bc Odelia strives to be the center of attention while Euan tries to blend in with the background.

Odelia needs something extravagant and flashy, maybe brightly colored and shiny; pastels and wide skirts would be good for her, and rococo is a good place to find both. satin is good for shine and lace is good for detail, and both are relatively light materials. Euan would want something a little more subdued, possibly a tighter silhouette so he's not taking up much space. i found a picture of a russian noble while i was sifting thru various noble clothing designs, and i liked the way the silhouette was tighter and cleaner. he'd also need darker colors if he wants to hide in the shadows. i like the way darker colors look in velvet, and it's a thicker, heavier fabric, which was another trait in the photo i was referencing. i also like the weight and thickness of quilted fabric so throw that in there for fun and detail. lastly, being as they're twins and high priests, they need a way to tie the designs to each other, and i settled on a thicker neckline that suits both styles in different ways. the finished concept looks a bit like this.

granted this is always subject to change, and its a v simple version of the design i want, but its a good start

with designs like that i also like looking for textiles! rococo patterns are so pretty too, so i picked one for Euan as well. the off white would be shared between the two designs, the lighter blues for Odelia, and the darker blues for Euan

wheeze that's a rough estimation of how i go thru designs, there's a type of practicality and personality i want out of most of them so i try to research what i can when i want smth specific. part of this is admittedly bc i. am a lil obsessed w period clothing, so i already have some of that in my back pocket, but i also think just typing in "[year] fashion" is a fair place to start. regardless, having fun is a Must when you're designing clothes for a character so dont forget that bit lol. i wish you luck and godspeed, friend!

[regallibellbright]

Played Fashion Dreamer until my Switch battery went low, so at least for short-term entertainment I suspect I’ll be able to get my money’s worth out of it personally, and spent some time afterwards reflecting on what I think it’s doing good at and where it’s falling.

As predicted I log into Online Mode and I am greeted by a vast and wonderful array of lolita clothes fitting into at least two distinct subgenres. Since I played more online than off, I’m pretty sure I got an overrepresentation of that branch of the design options, and the comparatively understated but still distinctly dainty stuff, but I saw at least a couple people preferring the more professional or cool looks, respectively. Relatively little of the cutesy pop stuff, which I’ve always had a soft spot for, but I DID get a very cute oversized sweatshirt dress with a polka dot stegosaurus on it in several colors, and that served me quite nicely.

You’ll notice all of this is talking about women’s fashion in a game that also has playable men in a first for Syn Sophia’s fashion games. The gender lock’s aggressive and annoying, and the fact that fucking SOCKS are gendered when headwear and earrings aren’t is baffling. I have to assume it’s something to do with the modeling by this point, because you can give a Type B body a bunny-eared maid headband and whatever earrings your heart desires, and I have. I struggle to see why you would then draw the line at equal opportunity fishnets. Hair isn’t gender-locked, awesome, and Type A bodies can actually have facial hair, which surprised me because my expectations were in the toilet by this point.

But yeah. The menswear. It may just be because I was playing mostly in online mode and therefore more at the whims of player choice the way I could recognize the heavy weighting towards lolita style for the women’s fashion wasn’t representative of the game as a whole, but all the Type B characters I ran into were generally dressed in an aesthetic I’m going to call “slightly generic 2020s boy band”.

Which sounds unflattering, yes, but I consider this a genuine improvement, because the 3DS games’ menswear was mostly an aesthetic I struggled to place for a bit before settling on “totally generic stock photo model.”

I’ll get comparative pictures for you all at some point, but genuinely. Legitimately. The 3DS games were bleak. There were maybe eight aesthetic categories for men’s fashion, total, to the fourteen non-bag women’s fashion brands with corresponding aesthetics. (Granted, one of them was “costume”, so you could argue thirteen, but especially in the later two games there was still a fair bit of depth to that brand such that it had a defined aesthetic.) All of the women’s brands and aesthetics were very distinct - you could tell the difference between “professional officewear” and either “preppy” or “luxury” at a glance, even if there were items that could fit into one of those aesthetics secondarily. With the men’s brands, you had four or maybe five, and there was heavy bleedthrough of the aesthetics they listed. Both the men’s and women’s fashion had categories for “bold” and “edgy”. For the women’s fashion, “bold” is clearly inspired by gyaru fashion and “edgy” is clearly punk rock. They have different brands. For the men’s… “edgy” is SLIGHTLY more punk, but it’s by degrees, and it’s not going nearly so far as the equivalent women’s fashion. They share a brand. In addition to those two, you had “basic” (simple items, solid colors and maybe some stripes,) “preppy,” (school uniforms and stuff, self-explanatory,) “bohemian” (also pretty self-explanatory, but you never saw it in the international versions - it was cut outright for Trendsetters and while some vestiges of the style existed in Style Star, no customers ever asked for it there,) luxury (you want suits? Here’s your suits,) and “contemporary” (more patterns and material textures than basic but the same general aesthetic.)

So: You could wear a suit, you could dress a bit like a rocker but a pretty mediocre one, or you could dress like, as I said before, a stock photo model. With an above-average tendency towards vests in Style Star, but still very much a stock photo model, or maybe a midbudget CW show.

And the more I think about it, the easier it is to articulate the issue with how the men’s fashion has been treated in Syn Sophia games. The women’s fashion has all these distinct and recognizable styles, including a bunch of varieties of streetwear - you’ve got gyaru and punk styles, you’ve got Decora/Pop Kei, you’ve got girly fashion that’s somewhere around cottagecore/mori aesthetics, you have stuff that would be suitable for an office. Gothic and sweet lolita have their own separate brands. While Style Star folded its athletic brand into the pop one, the first three games all had a dedicated brand for that… for the women’s fashion.

The menswear never had a dedicated athletic aesthetic. Not even a brand, since as mentioned there were like four of those. It didn’t have an aesthetic. And THAT is why Fashion Dreamer feels like an improvement to me already, because as sparse as my options are for the men’s fashion there are at least plenty of sweatpants at long last. (I am however struggling to find men’s jeans, and it took me WAY too long to figure out where the bit specifying what type a pattern was for was located.)

The men’s fashion in Style Savvy was consistently an afterthought. And you can tell, because athletic/athleisure clothes were a staple of the women’s fashion for the first three games and still present in the fourth, but totally absent in the men’s fashion. I can trust that there’s more variety for the women’s fashion in Fashion Dreamer and that I was getting an overrepresentation of the lolita stuff because that’s what’s most popular with the playerbase, because I know from past games that there was that depth and that the lolita fashion was particularly popular. I don’t have that same trust for the men’s fashion, not yet. And honestly I doubt the game will deliver for me, much as I’d love to be proven wrong.

But hey! At least this time around, I’ve yet to see an outfit that makes a male character look like the Distracted Boyfriend meme!

[wisdominfumbling]

Taking accountability over actions.

My parents have always told me life is all about making desitions and hopefully making the right ones.. Now my dad specifically tells me that more importantly life is about making the wrong ones and learning from that. Learning from the pain, the suffering, the shame, the loneliness, the anxiety and so much more. At frist I didn´t understand when he would say that

¿Why would my own father want me experiencing those feelings?

Later on in life I have found the answer, cause he loves me and he wants me to be happy and life a full life, be a complete woman and in order for me to be that I have to have awful days and weeks, hopefully not months and years but you never know. Now I thought I knew what heartache felt like, a breakup, love related feelings but the truth is I have never been in love, never felt true relationship like love, out of my mind Romeo and Juliet love. I know guys have I´ve been with have felt that for me but I have never been able to reciprocate. ¿Why? I have a short (but still important) list of reasons:

Im immature, somehow I still believe in the perfect guy. tall, handsome (not pretty), smart, loyal, funny, pro family, respectful, athelic, good in bed, manly. And I blame my dad for that, he has always shown me that I deserve the world and the best and that everyone is replaceable and when someone doesn´t fit into one of those requirements I should leave. now the problem is that it really shouldn´t be like that. Im not telling you to settle for something lower but I am saying that some things can be fixed and you should focus on the core of the person. most important is that they have to be loyal, tall, pro family, have a job and respectful. the rest can be altered, I can style him better, cut his hair different, send him to the gym, show him tricks in bed. not so important things but the core should be top requirements for a boyfriend.

I only know how to obsess with guys, dont know how to love them.

Im scared of commitment, Im terrified of telling them everything and then im this vulnerable person and they´ll maybe do the same to me.

Im insecure, physically. im always gonna be comparing to other women specially the cute, thin, blonde ones. I always find them more feminine, prettier.

If there are more reasons.. i forgot them.

The point is, due to those reasons im not able to be in a relationship only situationships work until they start getting serious and i dip or do something to fuck everything up. And thats exactly what i did, if i can give you good and simple advice.. DO NOT DATE YOUR FRIENDS FRIENDS.. EVER. yes it can go really well but it also can go REALLY bad. and you dont want to go there, im telling you.

I was going out with my boy bestfriend´s friend, all good, he had more interest in me than i had in him, he asked me out we went out a couple times on dates, i stayed over at his house, all good (kinda, im not gonna get into the werid stuff that pulled me away) but even after i posted him on my story and people saw us out and about, i still got some dms of guys i used to talk to (and fuck) wanting to see me and stuff. This specific guy im kinda obsessing with dmed me and we talked. my situationship saw and yeah. so basically im a cheater, i fucked up and its been like a month and a half and i still cant get over it. i have so much guilt evenm tho my friends forgave me ? and told me i had nothing to worry about i still worry. i feel bad. i saw this great guy that cared for me, crying in his bed, asking me again and again why did i do it and i just didnt have a good honest answer to give him cause honestly i would end up causing more damage.

A month and a half and already fucked another person, I have been on a couple dates but i just cant seem to replace him yet. which is funny cause when we were a thing it seemed pretty easy to replace him. im also lazy cause if i wanted to be with the guy im obsessing with i could just take the metro and be there in a hour. maybe i feel guilty about seeing him too. fuck i feel guilty about seeing my friends too. i have only told three friends, my bestie that i called him the same day it happened and he helped me out a little but hes a guy so he didnt get it as much, my other guy friend and he was sweeter and told me to not worry and that everyone fucks up at a certain time but as long as i knew that it was wrong it was okay and that he had done much worse, and my other friend shes a girl so she understood better and was very sweet about it, i think they´re being sweet with me is because im the youngest and they can see the shame and the regret in my face everytime they see me.

I know that i shouldve been more straightforward and direct and just told him that i could not give him a relationship at the moment but i just didnt wanna lose on any side. i wanted to have him while having another other and not having any kind of limitation or whatever. I understand thats not how life works but sometimes i fool myself into believing that the universe loves me so mcuh that i get this "im gonna look the other way" treatment. i hope i can feel better now and start moving on with my life, i cannot be stuck on this for any longer. i know he is not stuck and i also know that we will see each other eventually and i want him to see me normal, even if i was the one that fucked up i dont want him to see me that affected.