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stray-kaz · 1 year ago

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Dance With Me : OPLA men x f!reader blurbs

Summary: Slow dancing with the boys.

Dracule Mihawk

The heavy oak door swung inward under your palm, fingers spread to bear the weight. The moment you stepped into the dim library, the noise muffling fell away and you could hear both the soft scratch of a pencil and the pop and skip of an old fashioned gramophone. You smiled and followed the sounds, eventually discovering your captain half buried in immaculate first editions, note taking.

"Here you are" you said quietly, even though you knew he had already heard you.

Ochre eyes flicked to you with a feline's lazy precision and you offered a smile, folding your arms over your chest.

"I have been looking everywhere for you."

Mihawk arched one eyebrow.

"Clearly not everywhere, little bird" he said calmly. "But yes, here I am."

You took a step closer and gestured at his stack of books and the ledger he was scrawling in.

"Are you busy?" you asked him. "I can go. I was just wondering where you'd gotten to."

He shook his head and pivoted his chair to face you, legs spread, hands outstretched to invite you onto his lap. He bit back a smile as your eyes lit up; you never turned down an opportunity to let him hold you. You joined him on the chair, settling sideways across him, your head on his shoulder.

A few minutes passed in easy silence before the song changed and you glanced at the gramophone, curiosity piqued. Mihawk took in the new tension in your body and lifted a hand to stroke gentle fingertips down the back of your neck, following your gaze.

"Do you like this song?" he asked, a little surprised there was something he didn't yet know about you.

You nodded, and began drumming your fingers on his knee in time with the music, your eyes closing. Mihawk watched you start to smile and made a decision. He rose suddenly, making you squeak in surprise as he held you off the floor and kissed your forehead.

"Would you like to dance, little bird?" he asked quietly.

Your answering smile peaked in your eyes and he lowered you carefully to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. You lifted yours to wind about his neck, twining your fingers eagerly in his dark hair. He rolled his eyes a bit, but you dutifully ignored this; he knew how you loved his hair and was never brave enough to cut it.

He swayed you side to side slowly, a little out of time with the tune, but you didn't care. Here in his arms was your favourite place to be.

The record popped and scratched and you felt a strong finger underneath your chin, propping your head up. You met his eyes, the colour of the new horizon, and saw them flicker, his head moving slowly towards yours, giving you time to turn away. But you never wanted to, and you accepted his kiss as you always did, with the barest restraint.

Mihawk smiled, feeling you push into him, and pulled away to rest his chin on top of your head.

"Another time, little bird" he murmured. "We are dancing, hmm?"

Shanks

You were finishing up your night shift at the bar, wiping down tables and tipping chairs upside down and singing quietly to yourself when a familiar pair of arms snuck around your middle, tightening on your stomach and pulling you backward into a solid body.

You glanced over your shoulder at Shanks and shook your head, tsking gently at him.

"I'm not done here" you reminded him.

He nuzzled the tender side of your neck and you fought to hold your eyes open and not let the cloth in your hand fall to the planks beneath your feet.

"And if I say different?" Shanks mumbled into your skin.

You reached up and swatted him with the cleaning cloth; he laughed and released you.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I understand a no when I hear one."

You snorted and kept your back to him, finishing wiping down the surface of the wooden bar. The second you dropped the cloth over the other side to be washed later, you were grabbed once more. You laughed and eased back against him, pretending badly that you didn't thrill at the weight of his hands on your hips.

"What tune were you singing just now?" he asked, tilting his head down low to speak gently into your ear. "It sounded pretty."

You hummed a few bars and nodded your head back on him.

"Just something my mama used to sing me to sleep with."

"Does it have a name?"

Your gaze slid away.

"No, not really."

Shanks knew better than to push. He carefully turned you to face him, kneading at the flesh on your hips.

"Dance with me, love" he murmured.

You gestured around you to the dark, empty bar and the sea beyond it.

"To what music?"

Shanks tugged you against his chest and slowly moved your hands up to rest on his shoulders. He scrunched his nose as you flushed a little at his closeness.

"Doesn't matter that there's no music" he assured you. "I can dance without it."

You raised an eyebrow in an attempt to diffuse the heat in your cheeks.

"Can you?" you retorted.

He rolled his eyes and spun you out, catching your hand at the last second and reeling you back in, catching you breathless and wide eyed against his chest.

"What was the question?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.

You didn't answer, too busy trying to count the gold flecks in his hazel eyes. He tipped his head to the side, but you didn't really notice. He rested his thumb on your chin.

"Hey" he said gently, reaching for your attention. "What was the question, love?"

You blinked and the words escaped before you could snatch them back.

"Could you kiss me?"

That was not the question he expected. He had been dancing around you for months, every time they made port here, teasing, dropping hints, but you hadn't seemed to pick any of them up. This response was unanticipated.

He blinked, his mouth opening slightly. You pulled in his grip, turning your face away from his hand.

"You don't have to" you mumbled, embarrassed and flailing.

Before you could turn on him completely, he slid his hands down your arms and grasped your hands, his fingers stroking over your skin.

"But I want to."

His tone was gentle and you blinked, taken by surprise. Your lips parted slightly, but before you could respond, Shanks kissed you. His lips melded to yours as if they were made for that purpose only: kissing you. You made some soft noise and he pulled away, looking cautiously down at you.

"Okay?" he checked.

You pulled him down and he smiled against your mouth before kissing back, starting to sway again.

Okay.

Sanji

You snuck back into the kitchen after dinner, sidling up behind Sanji and whipping the drying towel out of his hand.

"Hey!"

He pivoted quickly to find you grinning up at him, triumph in your eyes.

"Let me help" you instructed, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, hair falling into his left eye as usual.

"Nope. I told you I don't need help, sweetheart. Now move your cute self and give me that back" he retorted, holding out his hand.

You shook your head, too, and danced out of his reach.

"Let me help you" you repeated.

Sanji tried to frown at you, and failed. He threw his hands in the air and leaned back against the bench, folding his arms across his chest and eyeing you.

"Fine. You win. Dry the dishes then. Such a victory."

You nudged your way in next to him and pressed a kiss to his covered shoulder, your hip bumping his leg as you swayed gently to music only you could hear.

"Your sarcasm has no effect on me, chef. I grew up with Zoro. I am immune."

Sanji rolled his eyes as you carried on drying the rack full of clean dishes, silently welcoming the light thud of your hip against him every time you swayed too close.

When you were finally done, he stole the towel back and tossed it over his shoulder onto the metal bench. He stood closer to you, if that was even possible, and smiled, cocking his head slightly.

"What's that music you listen to in your pretty head, sweetheart?" he asked, curious.

"Violins."

You eyed him and he reached for your hand, stroking your fingertips before sliding his palm against yours.

"What are they playing?" he asked quietly.

You looked down at his hand holding yours, engulfing it whole.

"A waltz" you murmured, glancing back up at his face.

Sanji's blue eyes sparked and you bit your lip. He held out his other hand to you.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked eagerly. "It's been a while, I admit, but I think I can remember the steps."

You slipped your free hand into his and let him guide you into the middle of the kitchen, before shifting positions to hold your right hand high and settle your left on his shoulder, his right coming to rest firmly near your shoulder blade. You stared into his eyes as he murmured the countdown and then began to lead you around the confined space, never once stepping on your toes.

It had been so long since a man danced with you like this, and your heart pounded a rough tattoo against your ribs.

Suddenly, you felt strong fingers on your chin, tipping it up so your eyes met a blue pair.

"Where did you go?" he asked softly.

"The past" you admitted.

His smile was slow, warm, melting your insides.

"I'm not in your past, love" he reminded you gently. "I'm right here."

You nodded.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologise" he assured you. "Anything I can do?"

"Kiss me."

It was a breathless request, one answered with a kiss that took the rest of your breath away, warm lips on yours, no oxygen required.

Zoro

"No."

It was the first word out of Zoro's mouth when you had asked him to dance at the dockside club, and it was also the second word out of his mouth when you offered him a sad pout and puppy dog eyes to attempt to sway him. He would not be swayed.

He wouldn't dance when he'd had one drink, or two, or even three. He just stared at you and slowly patted his thigh until you gave up and plonked down in a huff, folding your arms tightly over your chest in a dramatic show of annoyance.

Sitting across from you at the bar, Nami smirked at your sore predicament as Zoro snaked his free arm snugly around your middle and pressed his chin onto your shoulder.

"Mm, love you" he mumbled, stroking his thumb up your ribs below your breast.

"Then dance with me" you protested, unable to keep yourself from wrapping your fingers around his wrist just to touch him.

You felt him shake his head against you.

"No."

"Why?" you groused.

"Don't want to" he said simply.

You rolled your eyes, disentangled yourself from his grasp and dragged Nami onto the dance floor.

And now, back on the Going Merry, Zoro closed the door to your shared room with a louder bang than he needed to. He leaned back on it with his arms crossed firmly and his jaw set, ticking slightly.

"What was that about?" he asked, not quite demanding. "You ran off with Nami and left me with the waiter. You know I can't stand him."

You turned from where you had been shucking off your boots and sighed.

"And you know I like dancing. You wouldn't, but Nami did, so..."

You waved a hand in the air and Zoro closed his eyes, tilting his head back onto the door with a thunk.

"Is that what it was about?" he groaned.

"Yep."

He pushed himself off the door and held out his hands. Slouching a bit, you met him halfway across the room and took them, tipping your head back to see his face.

"What?" you mumbled.

He arched a perfect eyebrow.

"You can dance with me here as easy as anywhere else, can't you?"

You huffed, but it was only to hide a smile as you stepped closer to him again and released one of his hands to wrap the arm around his waist. His now freed hand came up to rest on the back of your head, pressing it gently to his chest. He held your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

He followed the roll and shift of the ocean below to guide his footing as he swayed you side to side, his heart beating a little quicker than usual under your ear. You smiled again and rubbed your cheek against his shirt, warmed by his skin.

"Thank you" you said quietly, muffled by fabric.

Zoro stroked your hair.

"Don't get used to it, princess."

Tagging: @writingmysanity @elizabeth-karenina

#opla #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #opla x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #x female reader #sanji x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #zoro x reader #mihawk x reader #shanks x reader

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hellobitchlet · 3 months ago

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Alright, here's my first edition of the Natlan bingo! Currently, I have done act 1 and 2, the first 2 parts of every tribal chronicle (+ pt 3 of the Ppl of the Springs), unlocked the whole map, and done part of the world quest with the baby geo dragon. If I find anything else during 5.0, I'm just going to wait to show it in the 5.1 edition.

Explanations for each part I've highlighted, and some other notes, below:

"The 'dark skinned' playable character(s) are light tan at darkest"- yeahhh, does this one need an explanation? Iansan is slightly darker than what I would call light tan, but only slightly, and a single character being VERY light brown with a gray tint, while the rest are pale or creamy white, isn't enough to count.

"There are more tribes and it's not handled well (again)"- the People of the Springs are running a fucking tourist resort for literally no reason except that they're based on Hawaiian stereotypes. There are FIFTEEN human enemies who are tribes people, who have no reason to attack you but do anyways. Seeing as Xilonen and Kachina (who have names from different cultures) are in the same tribe, they're not even dedicating all of the tribes to one culture each.

"Another human enemy faction of all darker skinned people"- as I said, there are fucking 15 of them. And that's only 5 per tribe currently released. The other tribes should get the same treatment, so that's a minimum of 15 more poc enemies.

Other notes:

-yes, Paimon was undeniably racist in Mualani's story quest the People of the Springs quest (here), but I haven't found Traveler being directly racist, so I'm not crossing that off yet. Though, I definitely think they're going to act shitty eventually, and that it won't take long.

-not *all* darker skinned npc's are antagonistic and whatnot. But noticeably, the People of the Spring's quest has already shown off quite a few stereotypical Bad Guys of Colour. I would also point out that while the tribe leaders are treated normally, they were originally much lighter than they are now, having possibly been darkened bc of the boycott. A lot of this stuff was probably written before that change was made. In general, I don't need literally ALL of the poc npc's to act like this to cross it off, just most of them. And I'm not counting these 3.

-I'm going to treat the tribal chronicles as story quests. I mean, the full People of the Spring's quest was basically Mualani's story quest but with a prologue. Anyways, Mualani's was definitely bad, but I'm actually really interested in Kinich's? I'm so glad that Enjou is back, and Ajaw is already my favorite Natlan character despite his design. I've decided that if Kinich's is good but the rest suck, I'm still going to count that as Natlan's story quests being bad. To be fair, there can only be one exception.

-looking back, I can't believe that I never put 'Iansan is a 4 star' or 'the non-pale characters have shitty kits' on the bingo. I mean, those ones are super obvious, right?

#if anyone has any additions #from stuff i may not have done yet #feel free to point me to where they are #genshin impact #genshin impact critical #genshin natlan #natlan #boycott hoyoverse #my post

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agatharkn3ss · 27 days ago

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A game of "Spot the difference"

EDIT: To be clear, I think they are an intentional plot device

Episode 5 is the most inconsistent one of the show - I think it's either a victim of too much editing and cutting down, OR it's intentional. See for yourself if you can find all the differences (answers at the end).

I have not edited these images in any way - they are direct shots from the episode.

Yes, it could be because the episode was busy and they ended up cutting it and doing lots of edits. But it's difficult to believe so many things would slip, especially in the show that has been so proud of their attention to detail. Also it wouldn't even make sense if they were just filmed on different days - because some of the differences overlap and some of them don't. As I said, I will soon write up my theory, but in the meantime, wanted to give you something to at least have fun with ;)

Have you got them all?

Rio:

Nails - generally very long nails, but in some shots her left middle finger nail is weirdly short.

Bracelets on her right wrist keep disappearing - sometimes they are there, sometimes they are not

Once, a white band appeared on her left wrist - in that same shot, Agatha's white wrist band is missing

Agatha:

Nails - in that episode she has long nails but there are occasional shots showing all them super-short

White band on her right wrist once disappeared and appeared on Rio's left

Jen:

the most consistent, the only minor difference is that sometimes her sleeve is rolled up, sometimes it isn't. But that really is a non-difference so I'm not counting it

Alice:

Nails: glitter nails that are generally shown as long, but in some close ups they are again very short

The bracelet on her left wrists has red charms. But occasionally a single green charm is shown.

Lilia:

Nails - sometimes long, sometimes short

Sometimes she holds her left hand differently, seemingly touching Alice - but this could be just the way they've filmed so I'm not really counting it

Billy:

The wristbands on his right wrist keep changing - I think the "baseline" is a couple black bands, an off-white white bracelet and a white&blue bracelet - but sometimes the black bands are missing, and the white bracelet get progressively more dark and blue.

when the lights start flickering, his bracelet looks almost like it's glowing, but it's just the light effect, so I'm not really counting it

Also, the skin colours sometimes change, but I don't know if's because of the light (e.g Alice's hand looks oddly dark in the close up)

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #aubrey plaza #rio vidal #agatha all along spoilers #agathario #lilia calderu #teen #mcu #billy maximoff #joe locke #jennifer kale #alice wu gulliver #marvel #marvel mcu

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jellieland · 2 years ago

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So Martyn talked on stream last week about some editing choices he made that perhaps shifted the narrative very slightly. And then there's that new red skin. As is probably clear, this is very much influenced by @theminecraftbee's watcher fics.

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SHE DID NOT LAUGH.

Martyn startles slightly, and looks up from the fabric he's holding.

"Y'what?"

CLEO. THEY DID NOT LAUGH AT YOUR JOKE.

After a moment to process that statement, he sets the fabric to the side. The sea breeze is pleasant tonight, but apparently one evening to enjoy it is just too much to ask. "Are you seriously gonna come after me for that one? You lot have too much time on your hands."

There is a sense of disapproval.

YOU LIED TO US.

Martyn rolls his eyes. "Oh come off it, you know you love it really."

The disapproval congeals into menace.

YOU LIED TO US.

He shrugs disarmingly, the picture of innocent concern. "Look, if you wanted a reliable narrator you would be checking out one of the others. How about Grian? Or Scar, maybe."

A beat passes, and he snorts.

"Ha, no, can't actually keep a straight face for that, sorry."

YOU ARE TWISTING EVENTS TO YOUR OWN SATISFACTION.

At this, his expression shifts. The red cloth, set down on a chest, flutters slightly in the wind, and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you serious? That's rich, coming from you."

YOU SHIFTED YOUR PERCEPTION OF REALITY, AND THEREFORE TO AN EXTENT SHIFTED REALITY ITSELF, TO GET IN AN EXTRA QUIP AND MAKE YOUR EX-SOULMATE LAUGH AT YOUR JOKE.

"Now- hang on, ok, you make it sound really bad when you say it like that-"

YES.

"I- look, I know! I know. I did it without thinking and then I kind of realized I was doing it, and I really second-guessed myself, but- what difference does it make?! What does it actually change? What does it matter?" The last word is almost snarled, and he catches himself. Breathes in. Breathes out. Continues, voice measured. "And now you're here to poke me about it even though you don't actually care, just because you think it's funny to see my reaction."

TO AN EXTENT.

He reaches out and grasps a handful of the cloth, curling his fist around it. It crumples, a little.

The uneven band of white at the bottom of the banner is very bright in the evening sun. Bright against the red above it. It reminds him of blood, dripping down an axe or spreading through the water like ink. Or maybe it reminds him of sharp, smiling teeth.

It's a sash. Part of his new outfit. Nothing more.

"Ah, give me a break." He says. "You ever been skewered on a single pane of glass? Not fun. Not sure I'm at my most interesting to observe right now, if I'm being brutally honest."

WHITE IS A DANGEROUS COLOUR TO WEAR, YOU KNOW.

There is a short pause.

"Yeah."

IT STAINS EASILY.

Another pause.

"Yeah." He says. "It sure does."

IT IS FASCINATING HOW MUCH YOU MISS HIM.

"Right." He says, perhaps a little bitterly. "Well. Good. At least there's that, then, I guess. You know I live to entertain."

In a single, smooth motion, he pulls open the chest and pushes the sash into it.

"Not quite red yet, though."

He closes the lid firmly. He can deal with that... probably tomorrow, it's looking like. That's ages away.

"Not this time."

#limited life smp #martyn inthelittlewood #namemc spoilers #technically #my writing

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shadowuserannie · 3 months ago

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Last Name HCs (plus some ethnicities)

-Lego dear god JUST GIVE THEM LAST NAMES. gosh it was so awkward when they were just addressing Olivia as 'Heartlake City's very own Olivia!' in s2ep2.

-I'll do the OG girls first, then the new gen. I know different HCs exist out there, so these are the ones I use personally.

Also I took some inspiration from http://legofriends.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000009010"

but I didn't directly copy.

[OG Girls]

Mia Cavalla

-The og post found Mia's name to have an Italian origin, but I wanted a slightly different name for my own AUs. hence, Cavalla, which (should) mean mare in Spanish (this is the doubt of a person using google) Mia is likely Italian-American, as the post theorises.

Stephanie Azure

-The colour of Stephanie's minifig eyes in the reboot are azure, hence what I put for her last name. I just found it cool and little me spent too long staring into the eyes of a plastic doll TvT

Olivia Guerrera-Cielo

-as Olivia's parents are divorced, likely her name is double-barreled. Guerrera means warrior and is pretty much taken from the post, but Cielo means 'darling' and even though it doesn't have ties to her intelligence like the previous post's HCs did, I thought it was sweet. Olivia is likely Mexican American.

Emma Ari

-Ari is apparently a common surname in the US, it's pretty, it fits Emma, and that's it.

Andrea Chanson

-so this one isn't actually tied to her ethnicity. 'chang' is how the chinese character for 'sing' is pronounced, so as someone who is Chinese this was more a small private tidbit to me. I took away the 'g' and added 'son', a common thing found at the end of American surnames.

[The Next Chapter]

Autumn Cavalla-Caputo

-as we never see Autumn's other parent, I decided to go with divorce being why. hence the double-barreled surname. Caputo is the surname that Mia had in the original post, and it means someone who is very determined and unwavering. younger me from years ago didn't like how it sounded and that's why Mia ended up with Cavalla in my drafts, but older me likes it more now and hence Autumn gets it.

Aliya Abara

-Abara is a fairly common surname, and while there are many meanings from different countries the Abara surname originating from West Africa means 'spirit'.

Leo Ramirez

-I was very, VERY tempted to go with Valdez. but alas, if I did so, my drafts would be impossible to filter as a fanfic writer still using only one master document for EVERYTHING. But him having Valdez would be SO FUN HAHA

Olly Evans

-may Potter fans strike me down. Evans is a common British surname, and Olly is canonically British.

Paisley Bauer

-Paisley is canonically German. Bauer is a German surname meaning 'peasant/neighbour'. I thought the neighbour part would tie in alright with Paisley and Olly growing up together. I also just like how her name sounds.

Nova Mercury

-Originally I went with Campbell, but decided against it because Nova deserves to have a PLANET. hence Mercury.

Zac Moreau

-Moreau is a French surname meaning 'dark skinned' or 'black'. It's an actual surname. (And Zac is French.)

Liann Qiang/Qiáng Huā Liàng/强花亮

-As someone who is Singaporean Chinese (what I also HC Liann as) I have two names, one English, one Chinese. Liann Qiang/Qiang Liann is her English name, and Qiáng Huā Liàng/强花亮 is her Chinese name. 强 [qiang] means strong, and is her family name, �� [hua] is means flower, and is part of her name, 亮 [liang] means bright, and is the last part of her name. So overall translates to 'strong bright flower' and yes in that order. Chinese is weird like that. (Huā doesn't really go at the end of names, any name using the Huā word pretty much guarantees the Huā will be at the front. So even though Huā Liàng directly translates to 'flower bright' the real meaning is rearranged into 'bright flower'.)

Some edits were made at a later date!

#lego friends the next chapter #last names #lego friends #fixing canon

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lotusmi · 1 year ago

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you support rcta?

this is a very long ask - please read everything, I tried to clarify everything and I am ready to change my beliefs if I am wrong. edit: I know some people thought I was ignoring everything, I am sorry if this came late, I've been writing this for 3 hours straight. It's not about supporting... I don't "support" it. The thing is that I don't believe it as real [ the changing], I will try to explain... I believe that if creation is finished, this is all about identification. No one change their race, it's not the outer body which changes, but the inner man becomes aware of a new thing. Some people misunderstand their feelings and think they have to be from other race to feel pretty, wanted, or loved. But at the end we are only consciousness, and I believe that we exist to experience. So, now I am experiencing being brazilian.. but I know I am awareness, so I am aware of being brazilian right now, but I also know that I am everything at this exact same time, an arcturian, a hobbit, a hizuru (yes I fully believe that there is no different from "fictional" races and "races from this world"). If you believe that creation is finished and that there is no difference in what is Imagined and what is "material", you probably get it. Nothing can be changed, it only can be experienced.

Now let's talk about fetish... fetishizing a race. I remember when I was younger, I used to like to listen to kpop and at that time I wanted to be korean (i was 11) because I thought that only koreans were pretty, and I thought couldn't look as pretty as the korean girls, this was obviously a lack of self love. My desire was not to be korean, it was to be beautiful, those are different things. Then here we can see that sometimes we think we desire something, but it is not exactly what we truly want. So if you ask me if I support someone to manifest themselves to be another race, I don't support anyone 'changing' who they are if this is about not feeling beautiful, wanted, important, for there is nothing in the universe that can deny that all the forms of bodies are beautiful, they are beautiful, we know it, everyone knows it. And if I was not clear when I replied to this topic before, I hope that now I can be - do not be ashamed of your skin, your body, your face, your language, I am sure you are perfect as you are. I don't want you to feel like you have to be different. Most of time when people want to change their race it is not about experiencing the experience itself, to learn and comprehend different forms of life as awareness, but only to be "pretty", so you think you want to have asian eyes, but at the end you only feel that your eyes are not beautiful (they are beautiful!). I will quote this story from Neville to explain what I mean, one day a black man came to Neville, he said “you do not know my problem. It’s not a state of health, I assure you; it is look at the skin that I wear” and Neville said “What’s wrong with it?; it looks lovely to me” and the man said “Look at the pigment of my skin. I, by the accident of birth, am now discriminated against. The opportunities for progress in this world are denied me just because of the accident of birth, that I was born a coloured man. Opportunities for advancement in every field, neighborhoods that I would like to live in and raise a family I couldn’t move in, where I would like to open up a business I couldn’t move into that area.” so Neville told this man about Abdullah, his master, who was a black man. "He was very proud of being a negro didn’t want any modification of what God had made him. He turned to me and he said, “Have you ever seen a picture of the Sphinx?” I said, “Yes”. He said, “It embodies the four fixed quarters of the universe. You have the lion, the eagle the bull and man. And here is man that is the head. The crown of that creature called the Sphinx, which still defies man’s knowledge to unriddle it, was crowned with a human head. And look carefully at the head, Neville, and you will see whoever modeled that head must have been a negro. Whoever modeled it had the face of a negro and if that still defies man’s ability to unravel it, I am very proud that I am a negro.”" after that, the man got his desired business and became very rich, "Neville, this year I will net a quarter of a million dollars”.

"you must first start with self. Find self, don’t be ashamed ever of the being you are. Discover it and start the changing of that self" - Abdullah

don't be ashamed over the being you are, if you think you have to look like another race to be beautiful, important, wanted, loved, or anything like that, I tell you: You are lovely as you are, you are. No race is superior to another, everyone is part of the same God, the same God who made the entire universe.

So if I was not clear before, no, I don't agree with 'changing race'. If this is about someone feeling inferior of being who you are or feeling that you are less than what you are, you were born perfect, I hope you know that. What I meant is that I am not against experiencing different ways of being in terms of knowing more about the universe, even to know how others feel, to understand people better, to understand their pain, to learn more. I believe we are God experiencing his creation. - I had once a vision were I was an old man from the countryside, and I saw myself in his body and I knew I was him, I lived a day in his body, I worked in a farm, I lived in a poor home in this big farm, I felt his pain and hurt. After this vision (which happened naturally), I learned a lot of this kind of living, and I had a better understanding of life. This vision made me comprehend what millions of people feel, how they live and made me a better person since it was a beautiful experience (even though it was arduous). I did not scrypted that, It happened. And I learned that the difference between me and that old man was only my awareness. I just assume I am who I am, but at the end I am only awareness. I exist as him, he exist as me. This is our universe, it is beautiful, we exist in all ways. We can't even comprehend how this is beautiful, I have not even words to express this. And it was done already.. I was already him.

I remember that one anon shifted to egypt to understand how the pyramids were made, so he lived a egyptian life. It was not fetish, was the desire of experience, learning about our universe, our history. Is it that wrong? (I sincerely want your answer, for I really want to understand this).

What if someone want to travel to the middle-earth from the lord of the rings and be an elf or a hobbit? It is other race, it is. And we know there is no diference between our universe and the others, all of them exist and are real in the same way. So experiencing that life is wrong? (I am genuinely asking, I hope you understand).

Knowing that we exist in all ways, is it wrong to experience it when our desire is to maximize our understanding of life and learning, even to know how to treat others?

The idea of a pure race is hard for me to comprehend since I am brazilian and we don't have a "pure race" "We can say that the Brazilian ethnic composition basically comes from three large and main ethnic groups: the indigenous, the Africans and the Europeans." I am miscegenated, my skin is sort of olive (yellow?), my mom is light brown (she has native american ancestors), my dad is white, my sibling has a darker shade of skin and curly hair. We are all so different and unique in our own ways. Every brazilian person is different from the other, our culture extends to several different forms of art, food, accent, music and more. I love being brazilian, if someone would want to understand life through brazilian eyes, I have nothing against it. I feel like there is a big difference between fetishizing an ethinic and loving it, experiencing, living, comprehending, learning, not only being it in the exterior, but truly being it within.

Even though I do believe we exist in all possible ways, it does not mean that I don't understand poc struggles and everything that people of color went through in this reality. Knowing we exist in other races does not mean we can appropriate of others culture, someone asked me if I think if it is right to appropriate other countries cultures, and no, officially not. From knowing we exist in all different ways I comprehend how each way of life is precious, and we must respect every race and embrace ours (even when we are miscegenated of course) for all of us are beautiful, our culture, our bodies, or history. No race is superior to another and it will never be, loving those who are different from us (and loving ourselves as we are) is essential to our lives. If you are black, asian, a person of color, native, miscegenated or even if just don't feel like fitting in this world in the way you were born, changing your race is probably not your desire, your desire is the change of the feeling of self. Your desire is to love yourself as you are and be loved, and I tell you that you are, believe it, you are precious. You are the operant power of your reality, you are awareness, your race here is precious, your history, everything. You are God. Feel what you want to feel, feel wanted, loved, important, you already are.

I do not support 'changing' your race when this is about a superficial way of understanding what the heart wants, fetish or thinking that one race is superior to other when it is not. I do not support claiming yourself to be from this or that race when you don't even know who from your ancestors were from this race and you don't even know anything about this certain culture. This is not right and it will never be. Looking different is possible, but what is the point of claiming to be from other race when your heart and mind never experienced what people from this certain ethnic had went through? Looking as if certain race is not being it. Now if your desire is to shift to other reality, completely live other life so that you can learn more about your existence and learning how others life is, revise from the beginning and live as this culture lives so that you grow your spiritual knowledge in a place of unconditional love and RESPECT, I don't see a problem with it. I would love to know your opinions about this and officially correct me if I am wrong, I don't want to be disrespectful and I hope I can learn to be a better person, always. I apologize if I sounded rude in the past for not making my opinion clear and I am genuinely ready to change my beliefs if I am wrong. I thank you so much for reading all of this and I hope we can discuss and find the best answer. We are here to learn.

"don’t be ashamed ever of the being you are" - Abdullah

"No matter what happens in the world, don’t despair, for the very one who created the whole vast universe is in you. You’re not some little puppet on the outside. And this goes for every child born of woman REGARDLESS of race, regardless of nationality, regardless of anything. But every child born of woman, God is housed in that child when he says “I am.” " - Neville

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.3 Blind optimism

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: The one where you’re forced to socialize, your favourite mug is held hostage, and you just can’t see eye to eye with Darcy.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, aggression, cheating, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass.

Word count: 6174

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my beloved friend, legend, amazing hair cut girl, bike riding icon, and the best horse trainer in this world. You are the kill leader of my life, and I love you a lot. It's a little early, but happy incredible birthday!

Thanks to @charturnus for editing, helping to write and posting this fic.

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CHAPTER 3

“Can I help you?”

Soft and soothing, that's the way you would describe her voice if anyone would ask, but nobody did, so let's move on. You try to find anything to say that would take you out of this “deer caught in the headlights” moment, not daring to take more time to let the silence linger. You straighten out your posture trying to physically take up more space, trying to show any ounce of confidence in this really not confidence allowing, environment that your day created for you.

“Actually yes. Would you like to talk about our lord and saviour Jesus Christ? The one and only, who can save us from the pits of hell that humanity is running into with this whole LGBT propaganda, women trying to have rights, not being chained to the kitchen madness.” She looks confused which gives you the upper hand, at least that's what you think until she gives you this cocky but proud smile which catches you off guard, and now you are the confused one.

“You must be y/n. It's really nice to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to it.” She takes a step back to let you into your own apartment and sticks her hand out towards you to get an actual greeting. You go in and take off your shoes, only using your heel and toes for it. You don't put the bags down, and you don't engage in the physical contact that the redhead is waiting for. You look up at her, and you appreciate the much better lighting than the one in the café, because right now you can actually see the depth in the colour of her eyes. You’ve never seen eyes like that, and it's deeply interesting. As much as you want to go into this, inside of your head, on an intellectual journey about why people have different eye colours and if their lifestyle can change the outcome of that colour. But it’s not the space or time for that, so you force yourself back into the present, to the woman standing with her hand outstretched.

“Yeah it's me. And all day I was looking forward to getting a shower, so excuse me.” You don't even give her a chance to respond as you move swiftly around her and disappear deeper into the apartment, quickly walking into your room. You feel a little bit awkward and embarrassed, but your priority is your mental state right now, and you need to wash the day off of your body.

After putting everything in place and taking a shower which took you around 30 minutes, because you are not trying to get Darcy mad, she is terrifying when she is mad, you pull some outfit together and go to the living room where you hear everybody chatting. Classic loose mom jeans and a sentimental flannel fit you nicely, not showing too much of your skin, but still not making you a nun.

As you walk in, you throw a loud “hi guys,” in the direction of the sitting area, and go straight to the kitchen which is connected to the living room by the island. Maria immediately stands up to hug you, and she’s never too shy to show care through physical touch. It makes a lot of sense since it's her love language.

You hug her back with just as much force as she does, and as she is going back to where she was sitting, you take a non-alcoholic cold beer out of the fridge.

“We have wine if you are interested.” This voice is also new to you, but this one is a little bit deeper. It's flowing through the room and if you wouldn't have any control over yourself, like your flatmates, you would probably have goosebumps all over your body.

“She doesn't drink, this bitch is in the sober club.” Darcy answers for you, clearly a little bit pissed that you didn't say hi before the shower, but you hear the little hint of teasing in her voice.

“That's interesting. Why?” Another new voice makes you turn around and lean on the kitchen island. Just then, you take in the whole picture in front of you. The biggest couch is occupied by Carol and Darcy sitting between her legs. Carol's hand is intertwined with your friend's and as much as you will never admit it, the lovesick look on your friend's face is making you really happy and glad that she found someone like Carol. In the big chair on your right there is a new figure, a really elegant woman you have never met before, but in some way her face is familiar. Her strawberry blonde hair is put into a tight ponytail, and it makes her features look really sharp. Her business outfit brings out the seriousness in her, but a fancy, colourful drink with a big piece of grapefruit levels it out to a neutral position. She has a hard demeanour with a really warm, friendly smile. You are aware that on the left side of the room, on a smaller couch, sits Maria with the two women you recognize from the café. Without making direct eye contact with them, in the corner of your eye you can say that your flatmate is throwing herself at them, which they don't seem to mind. The woman that greeted you at the door is on her left with her hand in Maria's hair, the woman on her right is less shy, freely grabbing her exposed thigh. You are pretty sure that they both are looking straight at you, but you are putting your attention to answer the question. You hop smoothly onto the kitchen counter and lean back for the beer glass. Taking a long sip, you think of an answer while looking at the woman in the chair.

“What’s interesting is the fact that people always ask why I don’t drink. I mean, if I were to tell you that I don't eat carrots nobody would question it, but as soon as it's about the alcohol people ask why. Social constructs, I guess. But about why, I was diagnosed with ADHD at the beginning of the year.” You casually explain.

“And you can’t drink while you take your medication?” The same deep voice turns your attention to the left. They seem to be really interested in what you're saying. Their focus on you is razor sharp.

“I can and I did. I mean, you probably shouldn’t and my psychiatrist doesn't recommend it, even if I didn't have any bad reactions to drinking. It was a good enough excuse for me to stop. I don't enjoy getting drunk either way, and since I'm always sober, I can at least be the DD.” She seems confused, but Carol makes sure to fill her in as soon as you are done talking.

“Designated driver. One person always agrees to not drink, so everybody can get home safely.” Redhead nods in acknowledgement, and Carol lets go of Darcy to allow her to stand up to refill their drinks.

“Did you bring the whisky?” It's Darcy's favourite kind and the only thing she orders while visiting you at work. You have to admit that it's a really nice 12-year-old blended, scotch whisky, and the only thing you miss since you stopped drinking. Without answering her, you jump off the counter and leave the living room to grab two bottles from your room. As you bring them back, she already prepared glasses for everybody to try. While she fills them up, she starts speaking.

“Y/n this is Pepper, Pepper Stark. She is the CEO of Stark tech company. She is also in the middle of writing an incredible book.” She introduces you as she hands the drink to the woman on the chair. Her name gives you an idea of why she seems familiar. Tony Stark teaches at your ex's university. You heard so much about him that you feel like you were attending his course yourself. Cold but creative, a leader but a dickhead, the list goes on and on. Adding up all you know from Shuri and other students, you can assume why she divorced this talented bastard. The news made it out to be a massive deal when she overtook his company. But Stark tech has never been better than under her leadership.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Likewise.” You nod at her from a distance. You have a lot of respect for powerful, successful women.

“This is Natasha and this is Wanda.” They don't bother standing up, so you don't move from your position waiting for Darcy to give you more information.

“They are the co-owners of a law company. Wanda is an amazing lawyer with a Smith Award and Natasha is a CFP designated financial adviser.” You nod at them, completely unamused.

“That's impressive.” It’s not. “ Nice to meet you both, I’m y/n.”

“I think we already know each other, sugar.” Natasha says, and you can't help but be curious about where she finds the audacity. Her eyes are fixated on you while her hand stays on Maria’s thigh, but travels a little bit higher. You can't help but watch and think to yourself…. What the fuck. This whole situation is rather weird, but your roommate definitely enjoys the attention. You on the other hand feel like they both are trying to dominate you, and you are about to put it to stop, but before you can say anything, Wanda is already speaking.

“We hope you enjoyed your cold brew. I bet it felt nice to not have to pay for your own coffee for once.” You don't even need a second to think. You grab your wallet from your back pocket, take out a 20 dollar bill and put it on the coffee table in front of Wanda, all without taking your eyes off of her.

''You can keep the change.” This definitely pulls a reaction out of your friends. They know how much you work and how much you are struggling with finances. Trying to earn money to publish your poetry and to stop worrying about staying afloat every single month. You return to your place next to the kitchen island, not paying attention to Wanda’s or Natasha’s reaction.

''y/n that’s not what she-'' Darcy starts speaking but is soon cut off by Wanda defending her motive.

''That's not what I meant, baby.” Honestly, what is it with strangers and pet names? They see you for the first time and definitely feel too comfortable with their approach.

“With all due respect, I went there just to support my friend, to watch over her in case it turns out that both of you are some creepy, thirsty, questionable individuals. I didn’t ask you to pay for it.''

“They were trying to be nice, y/n. That's it. Calm down.” Maria tries to settle you down, feeling uneasy in this situation.

“Well in that case I really appreciate it. Please don’t do it ever again, thank you.” This situation is straight out of some Bruce Wayne shit.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” The room went weirdly silent. Yes, you got a little bit heated, but you weren't even yelling or arguing.

“Yeah. Why?” Darcy is on her feet immediately, same as Wanda. That confuses you even more.

“You’re bleeding.” The redhead stands right in front of you with those green big eyes and all you think about is getting out of her reach. Just then, you look down, and your beer is stained red. Your hand travels immediately to your nose, finding out that you have a full on nose bleed.

“Shit. Yeah, I'm okay just, shit… just give me a second.” You say quickly and if the whole attention wasn’t on you, people would’ve miss what you said. Someone goes after you, you can feel the presence behind you.

“Fuck.” Just as you see yourself in the mirror, you get an idea of why their reaction was as big. Blood is literally dripping from your nose, it's not a light one either. As you lean above the sink trying to use cold water to minimize the damage, you hear the voice behind you.

“Let me help. You have to-”

“No, thanks, I got this.” Wanda won't let go that easily.

“Baby, I'm just trying-”

“Do you use nicknames on all strangers you meet?” You can't help but bite back, it makes you feel uncomfortable. She ignores your question and tries to move your flannel out of the back of your neck. You jump at her touch, not in a good way. Her hand is cold from the drink she was holding, and she is too close to you.

“I don’t need your help.” Your hand is red, half of the sink stained, and the blood doesn't seem to stop coming any time soon. Before she can try to make a move one more time, the bathroom door opens with force.

“Sit your ass down, and pinch your nose right above your nostrils.” Darcy is stern in her voice and right when you think about telling her off she continues.

“I'm not going to tell you twice. Sit your ass down, or I'm going to yell for Carol, and she is going to make you.” You look at her in the mirror in front of you. She stands tall, arms crossed at her chest, while she is holding something green in one hand. Wanda is still in the bathroom with both of you, she looks surprisingly concerned about this whole situation. Darcy is not backing down and for your own sake you are sitting down on the toilet cover.

“Always so fucking stubborn. Hold this.” A bag of frozen peas lands on the back of your neck, almost making you jump.

“I got this.” Wanda chimes in and as you are about to argue, Darcy's look makes you stop. Coldness travels down your spine and your head feels light because of the blood loss. It happens often, but not as bad as this one. Your friend leaves, and as you are left with Wanda, all you want is to avoid unnecessary conversations.

“Does it happen often?” Seems like you can't avoid it.

“No.”

“Darcy says it does.”

“Then why do you ask?” For just a second she looks sad, and you realize that you act a little bitchy.

“Sorry, it's just annoying.”

“It's okay, thank you for apologizing. Your friends say that you overwork yourself a lot. Is that the reason it's happening?”

“No. No, it's not.”

“Then what is it? Her concern seems fake, or needed as a social expectation of the situation. You don't know why, but it makes you feel sick, or maybe it's the headache that's coming.

“Cocaine.” By her expression you can see that she is shocked but tries to be as casual about it as she can.

“She’s kidding.” Darcy is no fun. She returns to your side and kneels in front of you, taking your head into her hands. As she makes sure you are okay, she tells Wanda to take off the bag, and you are surprised when you feel her drying your skin with a towel, after the ice melted.

“Go lie down. And no working y/n. No essays, no school, no working. I mean it.” You laugh at her and thank both of them for help. After cleaning yourself up, you don't bother going to the living room anymore, and you disappear in your sheets.

You wake up some time later with a full on headache. Naps are the worst thing that can happen. You never felt good after taking one. You put on a jumper and take a look at the time. It's dark outside and the clock shows 1am. You couldn't be more grateful for that. If that was 4am, you probably wouldn't go to sleep anymore. Since it's relatively early, you can still catch a couple of hours of sleep. Priority now is taking care of your headache.

The apartment is really quiet. As you move smoothly through the hall, you pay attention to the shoes mess at the entrance. Pepper is not here, but it seems as though Carol and two redheads are still in your apartment. Also, Kate still isn't back. Her room is open and as much as you would love to spare her the pain of the conversation that awaits, it's killing you that she still isn't aware of what happened. Even the worst of the truths is better than lying.

It’s dark, soft light comes from your bedroom behind you and the living room in front of you. Darcy's doors are closed, which means that Carol is probably staying the night, it's not unusual. You just don't understand why they would stay here when they have like five other houses to choose from. You are surprised to see the living room occupied. On one of the stools, you can see Wanda finishing up a glass of red wine. Her lips are a little bit stained because of it, and the soft light coming from the candle brightens up her face, bringing out all the features. Her jaw looks really sharp, and you can't help but think that rich people definitely put too much money into fixing up unimportant things about them. It would be amazing if that kind of operation would work on personalities too. As soon as she sees you, she puts down her glass and straightens her posture, probably trying to dominate you. It's too late for that, and you are too tired to play her game, so you don't acknowledge her presence.

“How are you feeling, y/n?” She asks as you enter the kitchen to fish inside the cabinet for your favourite tea and your mug. You stay silent, trying to pretend that you didn't hear her worried voice, flowing through the empty kitchen.

“Y/n?” She tries again, her voice is softer now as you are about to run away. She thinks you are weak. At least that's what you are telling yourself.

“I feel thirsty.” You search the inside of the cabinet trying to navigate through a million types of cups, mugs and glasses, thinking why do you need so many. You hear her subtle laughter, and god nobody made you that confused with their reactions, confused and annoyed. You swear under your breath, not finding your favourite green mug in the place it should be. The dishwasher is open and empty, and all you can think of is searching the house to find your comfort object. It's a gift from your brother, and everybody knows not to touch it, so who in the hell would- it's like a lightbulb being turned on above your head. You turn around with so much power, scanning the surroundings in front of you. You spot your mug standing next to Wanda, and she catches that.

“Oh, that's what you’re looking for?” She makes it sounds like a question, but her smirk is nothing else but an invitation to her game, in which you are not planning to participate. As you let out a loud sigh, you go around the kitchen island to grab it. At the same time she turns around on the chair following your movement. You are not going to ask for it back, just as she didn't ask if she can use it. Is it normal for people like them to just take what they want?

“Oh, you want it?” Honestly, you can help but think, “is she dumb?”.

“No, actually I came over to leave it where it is, I just wanted to see it up close.” Sarcasm is dripping from every word you say. Your sentence is coated in it hoping that she will get the message.

“It or me?”

“Oh get over yourself” You reach to her left, the mug is almost in your hand, but she is faster. She snatches it into her hand, drinks the rest of the water she had in it, and lifts it up to have it out of your reach.

“Why would I? I enjoy it too much.” Your eyes are fixated on hers, the green colour sparkles with golden flakes in dimmed light. Her left hand keeps her stable by holding the counter. Your eyes are going lower, following the movement of her body. Her jacket falls lightly to the sides as she opens her legs in front of you. She wants you to reach for it. It feels like you have to work for your own property.

“Of course you do. Does the lack of manners come in a rich, self-indulgent package?” It seems like she is too mighty to have people talking to her that way. As much as you adore Carol, her friends are not your favourite kind of people. While she takes a second to react to the boldness of your statement, you use this moment to your advantage. You grab her free wrist and pull it into your direction, causing her to lose balance and fall forward. To avoid an actual fall, she grabs anything to regain control, and the closest thing to her is you. Her hand falls right onto your waist. As being just in your pyjamas, a basic t-shirt is not helpful when her cold palm digs into your side. The whole situation takes like 5 seconds, and you can't react fast enough to get out of her grip. You find yourself in an awkward position. Her face is too close to yours, as she gasps you can feel her breath on your skin. It's also cold, you assume it's because of the wine she was just drinking. It has to be an expensive kind, too, because you can't smell sulphur in her breath. Instead of actually letting you go, she seems to fight herself not to bring you closer. You can't figure out what kind of game she is playing, but you refuse to give her the upper hand in whatever this is. You get closer to her, your lips barely inches apart, her breath hitches, and before she can make any move she hears you whisper.

“Let me go.” The realization of what she is doing comes on her really fast, and she looks almost scared. The proximity of your bodies allows you to grab the mug at the last second and as she lets you go, you return to the kettle. You notice that the air in the room feels thick, so you make a mental note of opening a window before returning to your room. Trying to salvage your grip on the situation, you decide to change the topic, not mentioning that you are already convincing yourself that nothing happened.

“So!” That brings her attention towards you. The steaming green mug in your hand feels like a trophy.

“Where's your wife?” You take a sip, trying to sound natural and casual. It's after 1am, and you are in the kitchen, with a stranger, wearing a t- shirt and underwear as your pyjamas, after the two of you were in a really uncomfortable position. Bringing her wife up right this moment feels like an excellent idea.

“How do you know she's my wife? Maybe we are just partners.” The glass of wine returns to her hand, and you have to admit that it suits her.

“Your ring. Both of you have matching ones, yours was corrected into a smaller size, family heirloom I assume.” Wanda looks like she waits for you to continue, so you do.

“It's 2 different kinds of gold. The original one is warmer, more coppery and less yellow in tone, it's called Hamilton Gold. When you had it resized, they used a different kind of gold for soldering.” For a second, she looks down at her own hand, and she doesn't look back up at you before taking another sip of her wine. When her eyes meet yours, the only thing you can read in them is amazement.

“Oh, don't look at me like that. I have hobbies.”

“It's surprising that you have time for hobbies. You know, with your schedule.”

“Careful, you’re making it sound like you think you actually know me.” It seems like on every corner of the conversations you have something new for her. You are brutally honest, sarcastic, even rude sometimes and too stubborn for her liking.

“You don't like me, do you?” Before you have a chance to even think about an answer, your conversation is interrupted by the other redhead.

“Hi rodnaya. Sorry it took so long. I just need a glass of water, and then we can go.” Natasha comes up to her wife and kisses her on the cheek. Wanda smiles at that immediately, and you are trying to read them. They seem happy, what would they even look for anything else, are they playing a part in front of you? Or maybe they are just bored in life? You take in the view in front of you. Wanda's lips are even more stained than before, and it seems like Natasha got an imprint of that from her kiss. Just a second ago, you were just as close with her wife, it doesn't feel right. A shiver goes down your spine, but you decide to have this mental fight later. Natasha is a little bit taller than Wanda. Their eyes are similar in colour but have completely different natures. It reminds you of a lake and the ocean, both blue but at the same time totally different. Their hair colour is also different, and Nat’s hair is shorter than her wife’s. As you take your eyes off of their faces, you realize that her outfit that was so well put together before, is absolutely ruined. Her shirt is wrinkled, you are pretty sure that her fly is open, and her pants seem to have been put on in a hurry. You thought about possible reasons for it and, God, you wish you didn't. Maria likes to have fun, and she for sure wouldn't pass on this kind of opportunity. Before creating unwanted images in your head, Wanda’s voice takes you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, don't worry, I had a glass of wine and amazing company.” By the last bit, they are both looking at you. It's two versus one, and you don't like those odds.

“Well, I'm glad you did. Thank you, y/n, for taking care of my girl.”

“No worries, there are just a hundred other things I would rather be doing.” It's late, you are tired, and low on blood. These are perfect conditions for bitchiness. Luckily, they are not asking more and not picking up the topic. As Wanda finishes her wine and sends a fast text on her phone, you are getting ready to go back to bed. You are stopped in your tracks by a hand reaching into your direction.

“Here. If you ever have more gold fun facts or feel the need to talk about our lord and saviour, call us.” A nicely printed business card contains Wanda’s and Natasha’s names, followed by two phone numbers. You look at her with a fake, softish smile.

“I’ll call you, if I ever need a lawyer. Thank you.” You nod at her and Natasha and while feeling their eyes on you, you throw the card into the bin. Your methods might be a little brutal, but they never fail when it comes to people leaving you alone. You expect them to look disappointed, maybe even mad. Some little comment about how disrespectful you are, a much too loud scoff, precisely loud for you to hear. You can't read them, and it's infuriating, you don't feel safe. Wanda smiles at you, showing a little dimple on her left side. She hands something to her wife and as Natasha takes it from her hand she sends you a smirk and puts another business card down on the counter. The sound of closing doors makes all of you turn into the direction of Darcy's room. Carol looks like she was almost asleep, being woken up at an ungodly hour.

“I got your text, are you guys ready?” The question is thrown in the general direction of the living room. The two redheads are on their feet immediately collecting their belongings. Carol looks at you and sends you a warm smile.

“You look better y/n. Keep your nose bleeds in check, Darcy is really worried about you.”

“Aye, aye captain.” Since your best friend told you about her partner's favourite title, you have been smoothly using it to throw Carol off. It seems to work, as she always puts her hands into fists, taking a couple of deep breaths.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n.” Wanda is sweet in her voice, still having this curious look while studying your face.

“It really was. See you around, sugar.” Natasha is more cocky, and it doesn't look as good on her as she thinks.

As the apartment loosen up and gets more quiet, you want to take a couple extra minutes to unwind after everything, just sitting on the couch and taking in the view from the big windows.

“You’re still awake.” Darcy is up, and she is the only person whose presence you don't mind right now, or ever.

“Yeah, you know how naps work on me. I thought you were asleep.” She sits next to you and steals your mug. Taking a long sip of lightly warm tea, she puts her head on your rough shoulder. You adjust your body to make it more comfortable for the both of you.

“I almost was, but Carol has some meetings in the morning, and she had to go.” You only nod in understanding, and the room is filled by comfortable silence. This is something that you were only able to build up with Darcy. Complete trust towards each other and the whole truth between the two of you, without actually having to say a word. It takes time, and effort, but you are always willing to put in more, but it doesn't mean that you don't fight.

''What do you think about what happened?'' Her question takes you by surprise and only after giving it a couple of seconds thought, do you get what she is asking about.

“You didn't tell me that the date was with two women.”

“Does it matter?”

“It would if I had to take them out. You know, they could always turn out as some creeps.”

“They aren’t.” Darcy sounds serious, and it throws you off a little bit. These kinds of topics work as a dynamite on both of you. Just a little spark to set off an explosion. You don't agree with each other on a lot of levels, but usually you can find a middle ground. You are not so sure if that's the case right now.

“Why would Maria take money from strangers, though. At some point they will either want to take it back and will try to make her do something for it. Nobody gives this amount without asking for anything back.” It's shady, they are, and you don't like it. You would do everything to protect your friends, they are your family. Knowing that someone has so much power over one of your friends doesn't sit right with you.

''Maybe they just wanted to be nice.'' You roll your eyes. You said what you said, and Darcy can't make you change your mind. It's surprising she is even trying,

“I don’t know… all of it seems a little extreme.” You are confused, for sure, but you also feel some kind of disgust. Letting someone pay just because, it’s …. It's wrong. And then just going to bed with a complete stranger while her wife is in the next room.

“It’s not that extreme.” Darcy tries to reason with you, educate you on unknown topics. You were trying to see things from her side, but it's like talking in different languages.

“Darcy, you are literally wearing a dog collar.” You say while hooking your finger in the metal hoop, tugging at it very lightly. She slaps your hand away and looks offended.

“It's not a dog collar. God y/n. You know it's not about humiliating or degrading someone. It's a matter of ownership, Carol engraved her name on it, and it makes me feel loved beyond reason. She chose me, and she chooses me every single day. My collar shows how much she cares about me, and how proud she is of me. Carol is so happy to have me that she wants to show the rest of the world that I’m all hers, that they can only look but never touch. Tell me how that is degrading.

“This seems like a control freak thing.” You are getting really close to the boundaries right now, you can feel it. She is getting fed up, her head long gone from the space on your shoulder. Her face is shocked by the things you say. It's not going too well.

“Talking about it is one thing, but talking shit about my girlfriend is not acceptable. You've known Carol all this time… Did she ever come across as a control freak? Also, have you ever noticed her ring?” You think for a second, trying to recall the image of it in your head.

“The silver one she never takes off? I swear to god she showers, sleeps, and works with this thing on.”

“It has an engraving on the inside of it. A sign that she belongs to me just as much as I belong to her. Don’t speak up about things you know shit about.” At this point, she is standing up in front of you, and you feel trapped. Abandoning the conversation seems like the best decision at this moment, you are just too deep into it, and you don't know how to save yourself. You never meant to insult your friends.

“Okay, let's leave you and Carol for a second. What about Maria, God I would die for her, but she wants to be under somebody so much. Provide for her, tell her what to do, what to say, what to wear, who to be. This is not normal.” You really do love her, but you simply don't understand. If that were you, you would do everything to make it stop.

“Let’s not leave Carol and me. I want the same things from Carol, I'm getting the same things from Carol. Am I not normal?” You can see tears forming in her eyes. It's rare for you two to make each other cry, but every time you do, it's like hell visiting earth. You stand up to be with her on the same level, and as you do, you realise it's a mistake. Your mouth seems to work faster than your brain, and you wish you never said out loud the things you are about to say.

“Fuck sorry Darcy but it's sick. Making yourself barely exist for someone's pleasure. If you are too scared to live your life, just say so. I love you, but the fact that you chose the easy way doesn't mean I need to approve of it. I love you Darcy, so much, the last thing I want and have time for is arguing with you right now. I don't think we are going to find middle ground here”. If the looks could kill, you would be dead right there and then. She balls her hand into a fist, but you stand your ground. She moves towards you, you feel her hot breath on your face, nostril flare up, and her eyes filled to the brim with sadness, threatening to spill.

She puts a finger on your chest with surprising force, but you still didn't move. You feel smaller under her gaze, not really sure why. Her next words proved what kind of power she has in your life.

“Sick? There is no middle ground in this. You are just wrong, so, so wrong about all of this. God, how can you be so fucking blind? You are not better than any of us, just because you decide to be lonely with your struggles. Grow up, because I want my fucking friend back, and until you do, don't talk to me.”

That's it. She just stormed off to her room, leaving you in heavy silence. You’ve had arguments before, but you never said out loud what you actually think about the style of relationships your friends are living or want to live in. You should have kept your mouth shut. Mentally scolding yourself, you finish your tea and decide to try to fall asleep. Today was too long, and you wish none of it ever happened at all.

Next chapter

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h-f-k · 11 months ago

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please could you do a tutorial on how you enhance the colouring of a gif to be really vibrant in one colour without it changing the coloring of the rest of the gif? you do it really well and it looks great!!

hii, thank you anon!! and yes, i will grab different psds i have around my laptop and explain how i achieved that coloring. very long tutorial under the cut!

it's a bit hard for me to explain how my brain works when it comes to selecting the type of coloring/scenes i want to gif so please bear with me lmao. okay so first things first, i always try to choose scenes that are in the same section of the color wheel, this makes things easier in photoshop.

i will use this gif as an example

i chose this particular scene to turn it green because blues and cyans are close to the green tones in the color wheel, so that's gonna make things WAY easier in photoshop, especially if the subject is moving. another tip is to find scenes where there's a color that's really separated or isolated from the rest, that helps me so much in ps because then i can basically change its color without worrying about turning her legs the color i chose.

i don't apply all these tips at the same time because it truly depends on the case but i tried changing the color of the same gif to red with hue/saturation and it looks quite good as well since the blue is really separated from the rest:

now things get a bit more complicated, because now that taylor's bodysuit has the same tones as her skin tone editing everything gets a bit harder, bc let's say i want her legs to look a bit more purple-ish since they're a bit yellow and i want to tone that down (another tip: look at the color wheel to figure out which opposite color you need to cancel out a particular one you want to get rid of) i usually go liiiittle by little with selective color and i only work in the yellows and reds (sometimes magentas), this is trial and error, drag the tiny arrows in each color to see what looks best or what looks somewhat decent lol. this is how the finished psd would look like, i only had to tweak the yellow section in selective color, and that worked out well!

that's usually what i do 90% of the time. other times i try to edit the color just a bit, so i can further separate it more in case it still picks up similar tones that are around it.

other tip i have is that most of the times i choose scenes where the subject doesn't move that much, especially if i'm changing the color of something in particular.

like this lwymmd gif, it's a very radical change in color so i had to use a brush and stuff to make the red turn white, but see how there's barely any movement? that's the type of scenes you want to use when you want to change its color (especially if it's something as contrasting and different as white) this one had a combination of hue/saturation and using a brush with a green color for the most part and selective color to finish tweaking her skin tone.

for example since the red was super isolated i didn't have to tweak much, but for example when you want to include a bunch of colors you can play with the slides that are circled in teal to tell photoshop "i want you to include this specific tone in your color selection" so then you can desaturate it and increase the lightness (that's how you turn anything to white) or change it to another color, whatever you choose. that's what i did for the midnights bodysuit:

i dragged the shit out of those sliders lmfao, but it's how i got to change the color in a uniform and faster way.

hue/saturation is my favorite adjustment because i loooove turning things white/black bc of two reasons: makes the scene so unique, bc no one has seen the red dress from lwymmd white, so it automatically stands out AND if for example you're making an orange set and you have a random color that you don't need (like blue, or green, etc,. again, make sure they're a bit isolated at least and that they are not close in the color wheel) you can always turn them white or black to enhance even more the orange! it's what i did with this gif. my focus were pinks, yellows and oranges, so i got rid of the blues/purples/cyans by desaturating them and add lightness to them (like i did with the rep gif)

when it comes to enhancing a color that already exists in the scene i take some liberties, but it might not apply to every single scene. sometimes i do discard gifs bc it's not working how i want to. i just use selective color to adjust anything and again i go little by little.

another example of me changing the color and using a different technique: halsey isn't moving at all so that gives me the chance to change the background to anything i want, in this case i used hue/saturation but in a different way, i selected colorize and increased the saturation. that way you're turning your gif whatever color you choose. with a layer mask i then got rid of the parts i didn't want to be affected by this change.

and same with this one, got rid of the green because it's a very isolated color so that makes things easier when it comes to change its color or get rid of it. and for this set i went for an all pink color palette so see how me desaturating it and turn it into white makes the pink pop even more? it always depends on what your set is going to look like, i could've changed it to blue or purple depending on the color combo.

i think this is everything i can think of, since i color every gif from scratch one case might not apply to another one, so pls if you have any doubts about a particular gif i colored don't hesitate and ask! i'd be happy to help and explain!

#ps help

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notecapn · 1 year ago

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Heizou from the arranged marriage au - again, by @throwingstuffhere, very inspiring, thank you

Ayato here for emotional support (and as a point of reference)

some thoughts on that under the cut (and close ups of the coloured Heizous)

i talked previously about this a bit, so there are going to be things i've said previously and a couple of new thoughts. but mostly just rambling

the design choices were made as if Heizou was an in-game character who frequently fights but still needs to look presentable

i’m still on the hakama pants for Heizou, and if not that, he’d probably ask to make the trousers loose (like slacks maybe), with all the splits Heizou can do they’d tear otherwise, unless the material is more flexible than how it looks on Ayato. but quite frankly they look just like normal ones, if a bit more expensive

i am, in fact, speaking from personal experience, dress trousers are very likely to tear if you try kicking something high above your waist level - especially if it's more than once, and i don’t imagine Heizou is very careful about this, and i think he’s used to more freedom in his leg work, or any body part actually, he has a lot of skin showing

as for everything else: it's pending, really.

the vision could be both on his right hip - just like Ayato, or his left one - sort of like it used to be, and mirroring Ayato and also kind of completing the Kamisato's vision placements: Ayato and Thoma on the right hip, Ayaka on her back and Heizou on his left. i also could be reading too much into things (or i'm actually not reading into this enough and it's very important for the characters where they place their visions: like how important their vision is to them, or there's symbolism of the placement, or it's just pure aesthetics)

i had half a mind to put Heizou in a pair of dancing shoes. they look so funky - i have no idea if they are comfortable or not and they look like they could slip off at any moment. for the record i am not planning on putting him in a pair of funky dancing shoes (for now)

tbh i didn't think too much about his footwear previously, i just thought to put him in some dress shoes like Ayato, even if those are not particularly comfortable - but it would be more painful if he delivers some sick kicks: physics of pressure, with the area being smaller and the force staying the same and all that

he could also go with geta (or sandals?) like Ayaka - which would also make sense. Ayato's job requires him to sit a lot so naturally he doesn't walk too much for the shoes to cause him any trouble, but if we're going with the assumption that Heizou tends to work best on foot (old habits die hard, you see), then he'd be miserable if he wore the shoes all the time. counterpoint, however, is that i don't want to draw toes, and i am a coward

also the coloured designs are what i'd consider his formal outfit: as far as my research goes, yukatas (which Heizou usually wears in the au from what i can tell) tend to be worn for less formal events, and it's at the very least not customary to wear yukatas under hakama pants, so..

also also it has been a while since i’ve properly worked with colour so i am extremely unsure how I want this to look, that is why there are two sets of colours of each design. and i don't even think i'm satisfied with that? and obviously the outfit can be a combination of the two styles, i just threw things at the wall to see what sticks

the first version is based on the one i've made previously, with some minor changes, like the Anemo inspired print on the pants and on the inside of the cloak (i don't know if it is noticable, there are sakura petals as well), and the arm guards (also yes, the red does not look very good on him, i just wanted to add something different, spice things up a little). and yes, i still imagine Heizou magically discarding the cloak when he attacks

(edit) additionally, Heizou with more blue in his palette:

the second one is very heavily leaning on Ayato's design, with less layers, loose trousers and a western shirt underneath. this one was done mostly to test out the coat and the trousers

and lastly: i'm not a historian or a fashion designer or a historian fashion expert. i have no idea what i'm doing other than looking at all the pictures available on the internet and drawing inspiration from that

and @raccoonwithacoffeeproblem, if you wish to see it

#arranged marriage au #heizou #shikanoin heizou #ayahei #genshin impact au #will think on it #notecapn art #i guess that is a tag now #hes used to freedom unless its neck lol i have no clue how to integrate the collar (the choker? whatever its called)#i dont think he needs it to be honest but i also kind of think it’d be funny if he left it on. the scandal #why does he wear it anyway? fanservice? i mean it makes him visually more interesting ig #considering the top half of his design looks a lot less detailed than the bottom half. esp without it. it makes sense really #but still it does his reception as a character no good #the fandom at large is convinced hes “sus”#on a completely unrelated note #i need to throw more rope on him #- in a “its a signature element of any inazuman character” way #i swear im not trying to be crass #but it is sort of hysterical #i am not using csp for this one. its procreate this time #i want to draw characters interacting but im stuck here help #started sketching this out after drinking for a bit so dont take it too seriously

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game-set-canet · 1 year ago

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Can you write something about tsitsipas and reader playing with or against each other in a mixed double match? I would love to see them both in action 💗😁

Double Trouble

Pairing: Stefanos Tsitsipas x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: The reader is very good friends with Denis Shapovalov (her double partner in this imagine - i have a thing for him as we all know, i hope that's ok). I hope you like it, lovely anon! It was great fun to write💙

*Y/N = your name

MY MASTERLIST

(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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“Have you seen the draw?”, you jump out of bed and make your way over to your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch editing his newest vlog video.

Stefanos looks up from his laptop: “Huh?”

“The draw for the mixed doubles!”, you flop down next to him, “We will play each other in second round!”

A grin comes to Stef's lips, and he raises an eyebrow: “You seem quite confident that you and Denis will win your first round.”

You roll your eyes – that’s the same your coaches said when Denis and you decided to also start in the mixed doubles: “Yes, I know that we didn’t play together recently but we’re still a very good team!”

The passion with which you say that makes Stef laugh softly: “I know, I’m just teasing.”, he brushes a strand of hair from his face, his gaze becomes thoughtful, “That’s gonna be a very interesting match…I bet the journalists will ask us about it in the press conferences after our single matches tomorrow.”

“Really? I mean, yes it will be special, but not THAT special.”, you wrinkle your nose as you rock your head from one side to the other, “I don’t see a reason why we should talk about it that much.”

“Honestly?”, he closes the laptop and frowns, “I think it will be very special. I mean, that’s the first time we will play against each other. We’ll have to fight each other and in the end one of us will lose, you know?”, he looks at you with big eyes, his tone is serious, “Just imagine: I’m hitting an ace during the last set and that’s the reason you lose the match.”, he pauses for a moment before starting again, “Wouldn’t that be a strange feeling? One of us would be happy and the other one is sad?”

“Stef, it’s just a tennis match.”

“And you don't take this seriously enough!”

Instead of discussing it further with him, you slide closer to him and kiss him for a long time.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Stefanos and Maria were leading 4:1 in the first set.

Your double partner and you simultaneously sit down on your bench and let out a loud sigh. While your partner grabs one of the drinking bottles, your eyes are fixed on your opponents – or rather on one opponent – as they walk past you to get to their bench.

“Stefanos looks so good in these colours – Adidas did great work with creating this kit”, you think while following the Greek with your eyes, “The light-coloured top contrasts beautifully with the dark trousers, which are almost skin-tight and-“

An elbow poking you in the side interrupts your thoughts: “Could you please stop staring at his ass for a moment?”, your partner's voice is like an energetic whisper, “I’m trying to focus!”

You feel your cheeks heat up and you clear your throat to suppress your embarrassment: “What?”

“Stop staring at your boyfriend! He is the enemy now!”

“I’m not staring!”

Denis says nothing in response, he just raises an eyebrow and shakes his head before he gets up from the bench to change sides.

“Hey! I’m not starring!”, you repeat as soon as you are next to him on the court, “I was…lost in thoughts, you know? Thinking about our strategy.”

“My dearest Y/N, don’t lie into my face, we both know that’s not true. Because whatever was going on inside your head: it wasn’t about our match strategy. I would even go so far as to say that it was all about Tsitsipas. Am I right?”

Unfortunately you couldn’t think of any argument against his words, so you just look at him with narrow eyes: “Why are you so annoying, Shapovalov?”

Denis just laughs at you and waits for the ball kids to hand him the balls for his service game.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

The rain came out of nowhere. The umpire had no other possibility than to stop the tiebreak.

“To be honest, I didn’t think we would make it to the tiebreak.”, Denis leans against the wall in the tunnel. You were told to wait in here until the umpire gets new information how to deal with the situation or until the rain stops.

You raise your head to look at your double partner: “Why not?”

Maria also looks over at you, Stef kneels a little apart from you to tie his shoes.

“I don’t know…you just seemed very distracted the whole set.”, Denis' grin has something suggestive, and he nods over to Stef.

Maria understands what he means and starts to laugh while she looks back and forth between you and Stefanos.

“Stop saying such things! The whole set you were making fun of me!”, you know your face is turning red like a tomato, you shoot him angry glances “I don’t know why I agreed to play doubles with you!”

Stef’s making his way back at you, first he looks at you but he knows you well enough to know you won’t answer any questions, so he looks at Denis, asking curiously: “Why is she angry at you?”

Your head snaps up and you shake your head vigorously as you literally beg Denis: “Denis, no! Please don’t-“

But your friend just grins at you and answers: “Because I pointed out that she isn’t entirely focused on the match but on you.”

“I hate you.”, you mutter while your face turns even redder.

Stef doesn't say a word. He just blinkes a few times before he softly smiles at you.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

You won the second set. Somehow.

Denis looks at you while you take a big sip from your water bottle: “How the hell did you return his last service?!”

“What do you mean?”, you nearly spiled the bottle because you tried to closed it with just one hand, the other hand was searching for the banana in your bag, “It was quite obvious that he was going for this variety?”

“What? I…what? No?”, Denis looks at you puzzled, “I mean, I couldn’t read his serving motion…how the hell did you do that?!”

“I’ve practised with Stef countless times and watched him practise even more. I guess, that’s why I can read his service game.”, you shrug.

And suddenly you realise the weight of your words.

Yes, you could read his last service game but it’s so much more.

You’ve been together for almost a year now – although it feels like you’ve been together for a little eternity. Most of the time you could read each other like an open book.

Stefanos always exactly knows how you are feeling and what to say to cheer you up or to encourage you when you’re down. At the same time, you always seem to know what Stef is thinking, what is on his mind and what is going through his head (although, to be honest, it has to be said that with Stef it was a lot of different things at the same time).

Maybe your ability to read his game wasn’t caused by your shared practise time but because you know this man like no other.

Your heart aches a bit as it hits your how much you love him.

Denis doesn’t notice your lost-in-thought look, instead he scowls at you: “Where was this service-game-reading during the first set? And especially during the tiebreak?!”

“And where was your first service during said time?!”

Denis says nothing in reply but makes a face.

After a few seconds of tense silence you both start laughing at the same time.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Leaving the court after your winner interview, you fumble your mobile phone out of your bag. There were several messages on the display, but you just open the messages from Stefanos. He must have sent those three messages right after he left the court and came into the locker room.

Message 1: »I hate playing against you. Next time we’re playing as a mixed double. Together.«

Message 2: »You played amazing ❤️ And I love how happy and proud you looked after you aced me and won the deciding tiebreak. Congrats! 🥳«

Message 3: »Also: Hurry up with your press conference! I want to celebrate your win!🥂🥰«

You smile at his messages but can’t suppress a deep sigh: Yes, you are happy that Denis and you won the match but at the same time…you feel so sorry for Stef. And you feel kinda bad for winning while he lost.

Stef is right: it was a strange feeling playing each other.

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tagging: @bluetackbaby @lxndonorris @fedalev

#stefanos tsitsipas x reader #stefanos tsitsipas x you #stefanos tsitsipas imagine #stefanos tsitsipas fic #stefanos tsitsipas fanfic #tennis imagine #tennis imagines #tennis fic #tennis fics #tennis fanfic #tennis fanfics #tennis fanfiction #tennis fanfictions #mira's imagine #my writing #my imagine

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smallsimmer · 1 year ago

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Get to Know Me- Sims Edition

Thank you @pixelatedpretties for the tag 🫡❤️❤️

I’m in the car riding back from dropping @pleaseputnamehere off back with her fam so excuse the phone formatting 🧌

What’s your favourite Sims death?

I haven’t actually *played* the game in years at this point, even when I did I never tried to kill my sims off intentionally so probably old age.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Alpha 100% I respect the people who use mm cc but I’ve always liked the alpha look for s3.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

I’ve never had to since I don’t play but when I did play I still didn’t, I didn’t really care if they gained or lost weight 🧌

Do you use move objects?

Hard to pose sims with it off so yes 🫡

Favourite Mod?

Pose player, I’d be lost without it.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

I think my first expansion was either pets or supernatural I can’t remember which it’s been so long but of the two supernatural was definitely my favorite.

Do you pronounce live mode or aLIVE or LiVing?

Living, I don’t like how aLIVE sounds.

Who’s your favourite sim that you’ve made?

Definitely Sparrow, I’ve had her in active use the longest and she’s gone through a lot of changes, I’d like to think if people associate a sim with my blog it’s her lmao.

Have you made a simself?

A really really bad one a long time ago.

Which is your favourite EA hair colour?

Can so tell these questions originated on the s*4 side haha, none tbh I make all my own hair colors.

Favourite EA hair?

I never use EA hairs but, I did download retextures of the island paradise hairs and I use the wet male hair that came with it sometimes.

Favourite life stage?

YA for sure

Are you a builder or are you in it for gameplay?

Neither lmao.

Are you a CC creator?

Technically ig lmao, I don’t upload cc publicly anymore but I still make/convert things for myself and my friends.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Oh that’s so cringe, my best friend tho is @pleaseputnamehere (pls come back I miss u already) as well as my other besties @mal-functioning @xinfibloomx also my bestie Alanna (I’ll tag her when I get home I need to bully her into posting more)

Do you have any sims merch?

No actually which is funny considering I’ve ran a blog about it for like ten years almost atp

How has your “Sims Style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Definitely gotten a lot better than it was, first version sparrow was….. interesting. I didn’t know how to make skins or anything back then and I had a lot of friends whose sims looked a lot better than mine, made me want to improve my own sims.

Whats your Origin ID?

No thank you!

Who’s your favourite CC creator?

I’m kinda in the business of just using my own stuff but I do appreciate the people who convert poses and other things.

I mostly use stuff from (other than myself):

@pleaseputnamehere (ily)

@rollo-rolls

@ifcasims

@satellite-sims

There’s definitely more but I’m tired and blanking rn

How long have you had simblr?

That post that tells you said I made my blog on November 30th 2013 so my blogs turning 10 this year I suppose.

How do you edit your pictures?

I use Sara’s reshade preset she made plus actions in PS she made, other than that it’s a matter of what needs to be liquified what needs to be fixed and how lazy I’m feeling that particular day.

What expansion/ stuff pack is your favourite?

Supernatural, I used to make households that had each life state in it and play like that for hours when I was younger.

tagging:

@pleaseputnamehere

@xinfibloomx

@mal-functioning

#about me #ig lmao #not sims

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emsiecat · 2 years ago

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My nostalgic Pokémon fandom journey continues. I remembered recently a group of OCs I made back in 1998-9 shortly after seeing ‘Pokémon: The First Movie’ and decided to revisit them, so spent yesterday evening doodling them. The first being Aliana Fletcher. I remember her look (her hairstyle anyway) was inspired by the character Kara from the movie ‘Dragonheart’. I remember I made her a psychic (though not a powerful one), and a Pokémon researcher whose biggest dream would be to study the legendary Mew. I recall in the old fic I had planned she and her friends (Lucinda and Rhys) run afoul of Team Rocket and end up teaming up with Mewtwo (because he’s always been my favourite, so of course he would feature in any Pokémon fic I would have written).

I also found the old character profile I’d made for her (and the other two characters as well) Yes, she’s probably a bit ‘Mary-Sue-ish’ but I don’t care, I am cringe but I am free! ...

... I had edited it all a little in subsequent years to take into account different things that had happened in the canon anime series. Originally, the story was going to be set around the events of the first movie, an AU where Mewtwo actually succeeded in world domination and what became of humans and Pokémon after that, with Aliana and her friends as the central protagonists.

I then changed that idea to a ‘what if’ scenario of ‘What if, while Mewtwo was being trained by Giovanni (before he decided to go it alone) and the events of the first movie took place, he comes into contact with Aliana and her friends at Giovanni’s base and they help him realise that Giovanni is not to be trusted, but that not all humans are terrible.’

The final change to the story idea came after ‘Mewtwo Returns’ was released, and I had another ‘what if’ idea. What if Ash and the others hadn’t been around, or had made it to the bus on time and Mewtwo and his clones had ended up captured by Giovanni after all? This idea involved Aliana and her friends actually being (disillusioned) members of Team Rocket, and when they discover how badly Giovanni is treating the Pokémon, they decide to stage a heist to free Mewtwo and his cloned Pokémon friends. It’s never actually been written, but I loved the characters I’d made for it as a kid and teen, and still have a soft spot for them now.

Aliana’s profile:

Aliana Fletcher

Nicknames: Ali, Ana, Li

Birthday: 22nd April (she was originally going to be about 16-18, but as time went on, I decided that she and her friends should probably be in their twenties).

Height: 5'8" (173cm)

Weight: 122 lbs. (55 kg)

Eyes: Lilac/blue

Hair: Copper in colour, to mid back in length, and naturally curly

Skin Tone: Pale

History:

Aliana was born in Greenfield. When she was just under a year old her parents and she moved to a small village located near the ocean in Kanto. The move was so that her father could commute more easily to his new job with a company based in Viridian City. Her mother continued her work as an artist and freelance Pokémon researcher, often sharing her findings with the likes of Professor Oak of Pallet Town, and occasionally with her husband’s employers in Viridian.

At a young age it became apparent that Aliana was good with Pokémon and could often guess their needs from an emotional standpoint. Pokémon that were injured or in trouble would instinctively seek her out and Aliana spent many an hour looking after waifs and strays as a youngster. As such, her father suggested she would someday make a good Pokémon trainer or an assistant in a Pokémon Centre.

Aliana had never liked the idea of becoming a Pokémon trainer however, preferring to observe and study Pokémon like her mother, rather than catch them and battle them.

The reason that Pokémon seemed drawn to Aliana became evident when she was found to have some psychic abilities at seven years old. This trait was passed down to her via her maternal grandfather. When she was aged ten her parents decided it would be a good idea for Aliana to visit her grandfather so that he could help hone and control her abilities. He was also an adept healer and knew several different arts that Aliana's parents felt may be useful or enjoyable for their daughter to learn.

Having no goals in the way of Pokémon training, Aliana eagerly agreed and moved away to Ecruteak City to stay with her grandfather at his shrine.

Aliana enjoyed her time there. Learning archery, how to better harness her psychic powers, heal Pokémon more efficiently, and was also taught self-defence by a friend of her grandfather who ran the local dojo. In her spare time Aliana helped with shrine chores and read her mother's old notes on Pokémon research. She became fascinated with several theories pertaining to Pokémon species, especially ghost and psychic types, and added to these notes herself after extensive observations of the native Pokémon.

At the age of eighteen she was approached by a company who wished for her to join their research team. Apparently they had heard of her promising theorems and enthusiastic attitude and offered her a comfortable job in scientific Pokémon research. Aliana was keen to follow in her mother’s footsteps and so readily joined them. However, this proved to be a big mistake on Aliana's part. The company was a front for none other than Team Rocket. Once Aliana had joined there was no way of safely leaving the criminal organisation. And once management heard of her compassion toward test subjects and her unwillingness to harm them for science, they demoted her.

Aliana made friends in the nefarious organisation over the years, but would like nothing better than to leave. The opportunity for this arrives one morning when her friend Lucinda tells her of a recently re-captured experiment that Giovanni is having trouble getting to co-operate...

Special Skills: Aliana is a good healer and researcher of Pokémon. She also knows a good amount of self-defence and has begun learning some parkour from her friend Rhys. Aliana’s psychic abilities aren’t particularly powerful. She can read auras with some concentration, has some limited telekinetic ability, and can at times have precognitive dreams. The honing of her psychic skills were aided first by her grandfather, and now slightly reluctantly, by Mewtwo.

Weaponry/Special Items: Competent use of the longbow. Aliana owns a necklace with an amethyst gem. She was given it by her grandfather on her sixteenth birthday. She often fiddles with the gem when nervous or thinking. Mewtwo later imbues some of his own power into the necklace so Aliana can use it as an amplifier for her own limited powers. As the necklace contains a little of his own power, Mewtwo can use the necklace as a psychic link or even as a tracking device of sorts, as a means to find Aliana and her friends. Whether Aliana is aware of this or not is unclear.

Friends: Lucinda Roberts, Rhys Sanderson, Mewtwo, the cloned Pokémon Mewtwo created, Jessie, James, and Meowth.

Little known fact(s): Aliana is extremely scared of enclosed spaces.

Pokémon: None. Though Pokémon are often drawn to her and generally friendly with her.

#OC #Pokemon #Mewtwo

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hamstergiukie · 4 months ago

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Lost L.GW

Repost from my old account

synopsis: a lost tabby cat finds his way onto your porch, when you find out he’s a lost hybrid you take him in and love him. can you discover his past?

characters: tabby cat hybrid!Giuk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, hybrid au

warnings: animal abuse, branding, excessively cute Giuk but that isn’t a bad warning:’),

song rec: waiting on a miracle from encanto, turbulence by ateez

notes: why is it so hard to write for my own ult bias please send help. it was requested that i do some more hybrid!onewe fics and i hope this does a good job:’) i have never heard of me editing a fic in my life apparently, gl this probably makes no sense 🤪

finding a cat on your back step is not what you expected from this morning. last night you had heard some rustling in the backyard but told yourself it was just the wind. turns out it was a tabby cat. he was really fluffy, with short legs and big round eyes. you were sort of concerned when you noticed one of his ears was dyed a vibrant teal colour, you thought maybe a group of kids had tried dying his fur but he seemed healthy other than being dehydrated and starving.

luckily you kept some cat food on hand for strays and he seemed to really appreciate a proper meal and a warm place to sleep. he slept peacefully by your side on the couch while you watched TV. an emergency alert popped up on your TV while you were watching. “this message is to alert city residents that a tabby cat hybrid went missing on January 1st, 2022.” the message switched from the automated voice to a distressed woman’s voice. “his name is Giuk, he has a teal streak in his blond hair and when he’s in cat form the teal streak translates to his ear. he is very precious to us, if you find him please call (xxx) xxx-xxx.” the message ended abruptly.

you looked beside you at the cat you had taken in. his big eyes looked back at you, assessing your reaction to the message. “Giuk?” you asked quietly. the cat blinked at you, his form changing before your eyes. “yes.” he mumbled. “why were you on my back step?” you asked, Giuk sighed. “i ran away. the family i was with weren’t very nice to me and i couldn’t take it anymore. i don’t know why i ended up in your backyard, i was hungry and tired and your house smelled good… please don’t turn me in, i don’t want to go back there! i’ll do anything, i’ll leave and i won’t come back-” he stopped mid sentence, tears rolling down his cheeks. you cooed gently at him, “it’s okay, i won’t turn you in. you can stay here until i figure out what to do. okay?” you wiped away his tears with your thumb, he nodded wordlessly.

during the next couple of days you struggled to figure out what to do, you could appeal to the hybrid protection program. but you had no evidence of abuse or mistreatment and Giuk wouldn’t tell you anything about his past. at this rate you were worried you would have to either leave the city with him or turn him in. besides the fact that you were essentially hiding someone’s ‘property’ (you hated calling a living being property but that is how the law would see it), you got along really well with Giuk. he was sweet, cute and extremely cuddly. you wondered how anyone could mistreat such a kind hybrid.

one day when Giuk was laying with his head in your lap, you noticed a scar on his neck. when you looked closer you saw it was actually a brand. ‘property of the Smith family’ stretched in tiny letters along the base of Giuk’s neck. you ran your finger gently over where the letters marred his skin. he flinched slightly, his eyes focusing intently on you. he was now much more comfortable with you, he liked being by your side and he knew he wouldn’t be able to be by your side if he didn’t tell you about his past.

so the second your eyes met his after staring at the scar on his neck, everything came tumbling out like a waterfall. in another life he could have been a rapper (😉). your heart broke for Giuk, he had been through so much. the abuse he had suffered was evident by the scars that littered his delicate skin. “thank you for trusting me Giukie, i’m going to keep you safe okay? nothing bad is going to happen.” you brushed your fingers through his hair, Giuk smiled and his nose scrunched. you cooed at him and pinched his cheeks.

you appealed to the hybrid protection program, and they agreed that Giuk had been mistreated. his previous ‘family’ was investigated and banned from having any more hybrids in the future. but there was still one more obstacle in your way; you had to adopt Giuk. because of his background and your hiding him, the HPP (hybrid protection program) was making you jump through several hoops to adopt Giuk. first there was the criminal record check, then the mental health assessment, then the house check and finally several weeks worth of hybrid care classes.

all the while the HPP held Giuk in their facility and refused to let you see him. when you had met all of their requirements you were allowed to pick Giuk up and take him home. when you arrived at the HPP’s facility, he was handed to you in a cat career. inside he was fast asleep. Giuk’s handler explained that he hadn’t let anyone near him since he was brought to them, he stayed in cat form and scratched anyone who came close to him. “we thought it would be best for him to be ‘asleep’ when you picked him up.” the man explained. you glared at his back as he walked away.peeking into the carrying case you sighed at Giuk’s disheveled state. on the way home you glanced at his carrier every once in a while. at home you let him sleep off the anesthesia while making supper. when he finally emerged from his room, he was confused but also excited to be home. “y/n!! i thought they would never let me come home, it felt like forever!” Giuk pouted at you, although his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. you giggled quietly, “did you really think i wouldn’t break in there and save you if i had to?” you asked quietly, nose buried in his neck. “i knew you would come for me, i just had to wait.” he whispered into your hair. you smiled, this is home.

#onewe imagines #onewe x reader #lee giuk #giuk #giuk x reader #cya

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won4kiss · 5 months ago

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YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR USUAL SPOT IN THE LIBRARY, SURROUNDED BY TEXTBOOKS AND NOTES, COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN YOUR STUDIES.

the world of high school drama and popularity contests seemed miles away out of focus at this very moment.

you were content in your own world, focusing on your academics and aiming for a bright future.

that all changed one fateful night when your friends managed to drag you to one of your university’s famous basketball games.

the gymnasium was packed with students, all dressed in your schools representative colours, their cheers echoing off the walls as the school's star player, park sunghoon, dominated the court.

he was the epitome of popularity; tall, athletic, undeniably hot and effortlessly charming. — more under cut !

while your friends screamed and cheered for sunghoon, you remained unimpressed.

you weren’t very fond of the athletes attending your university, yes you know how attractive they are, and how they dominate the other universities, but what makes you despise them is how they get to use their athletics as an excuse to not perform well in their academics.

you, on the other hand have dedicated all your free time just to see that “a+” on your paper while they get their future handed to them for free.

instead, you observed the game with a detached interest, not caring much about the excitement that gripped the crowd.

when sunghoon once again scored another point, the gym erupted in an applause and cheers of victory, but you simply rolled your eyes.

sunghoon, in the middle of his victory celebration, scanned the crowd and that’s when his gaze landed on you.

his eyes widened slightly when he saw you roll your eyes at the cheers.

intrigued by your indifference, he winked at you, expecting a typical blush or a giggle.

instead, to his surprise you met his gaze and rolled your eyes once again, turning away.

sunghoon was beyond shocked and, for the first time, genuinely intrigued.

after the game had finally ended, as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon approached you.

"hey, can i get your number? you're really cute,"

he questioned with a confident smile as you held back a scoff.

you looked at him, unimpressed as you sighed.

“do you even know my name, park sunghoon?” you meekly continued as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.

“no, but i’d love to learn it..?”

"yeah- no, thanks," you replied curtly, brushing past him.

unfortunately, to your dismay, this definitely wasn’t the last of park sunghoon disrupting your everyday daily life.

this became a routine over the next few months. sunghoon would find you between classes, breaks or in the library, attempting to charm you over and over again with his smooth talk and winning grin.

each and every single time, you rejected him without hesitation, not taking his advances seriously.

despite his persistence, you remained firm, convinced he was just another shallow jock who loved the chase more than the actual person.

one evening, as you were walking back to your campus dorms after a late study session, stressed out of your mind, sunghoon caught up with you.

"hey, my princess, wait up!" he called, jogging to your side.

"what is it this time, sunghoon?" you asked, exasperated and completely burnt out.

"i really like you. i want to take you out," he said, his voice sincere and soft, but you were not having it.

the thought of him chasing after you for the thrill had angered you even more, he thought uttering a few kind words to you would really make you believe he wasn’t the same as all the other campus playboys!

you scoffed. "real funny, sunghoon. you say that, but i don't believe you. you're just a stupid jock who likes the thrill of the chase."

sunghoon's expression hardened, and for the first time in these past few months, you saw genuine hurt in his eyes.

"you think i'm just a stupid jock?" he repeated, his voice trembling with frustration.

"i have feelings too, you know? i genuinely like you. i like the way you always focus so intensely when you study, the way your eyebrows furrow everytime i confess to you, the way you roll your eyes at me, and even how you always reject me.”

“i know i’m not perfect, but i really like you, y/n.”

“maybe in my dreams, you'll like me back one day too." he muttered.

with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.

his words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you felt a pang of guilt.

the next few days were unsettling for you.

after months of having sunghoon follow you as if he were lost puppy, he completely disappeared from your daily routine.

sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, you searched for him as you passed the gymnasium, and even went out of your way and took longer routes just to pass his class, and you couldn't help but feel a strange ache in your chest.

the school felt different without his constant presence and playful attempts to win your hearts affection.

sucking up your pride, you approached his jock friends, concern evident in your voice.

"where's sunghoon? is he okay?"

they exchanged glances before one of them, jake sim replied,

"he's been feeling 'sick' lately."

the way he said it, mixed with the look he gave you, told you it was more than just a physical illness.

worried even more out of your mind, you decided to skip your classes and head to his dorm.

you hesitantly knocked on the door, asking yourself if you were really doing this.

it took a moment before sunghoon opened it. he looked like a mess—dark eye bags, a scratched up face, and disheveled hair.

without a word, you stepped forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face at the sight of him.

"i'm so sorry, sunghoon. i didn't realize how much i hurt you. i just... i didn't think you were serious. but it felt so weird without you these past few days. i've gotten used to you being around, and i missed you."

“i thought my life would go back to normal without you, but you became apart of my normal..i need you, hoon.”

sunghoon's arms slowly wrapped around you, getting over the initial shock and he smiled softly, grinning down at you.

"i missed you too," he whispered as he pulled back slightly to look at you.

"so, does this mean you'll take me seriously now?"

you nodded, tears still in your eyes.

"yes. i promise!"

you two continued staring into the gaze of each others eyes, sunghoon sighed caressing your cheek.

“can i kiss you? i mean- sorry that was weird, you could say no-“

“just kiss me, dumbass.”

and with that, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, soft and reassuring kiss that made your heart pound in your chest.

when you pulled back, you asked,

"have you been locked away because of me?"

he chuckled, shaking his head.

"i just had a week off and decided to give you space so i stayed up late gaming. my friends tricked you, they sent me a message after you asked about me."

you looked at him with disbelief before you both laughed, the tension finally easing away.

sunghoon held you close, his smile shining brighter than ever, leaving you in awe.

"i'm glad you came to find me."

he whispered, completely love struck.

"i'm glad too," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

it was a sweet, unexpected ending to what had started as an unlikely relationship, and as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew you were ready to let down your walls and let park sunghoon devour you whole.

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