#anyway yeah!!! she’s cute I like her!!!

[gojosprettyprincess]

₊˚ෆ HOW TOJI DEALS WITH OTHER MEN LIKING YOU <3

Tw- breeding, mentions of violence (not towards you), video recording. Not proofread

“Nuh uh don't hide this fucking pussy, show him how much you're creamin’ on my cock, don’t go all shy on me darling”. Toji laughed mockingly, his large hand effortlessly clasping both of your wandering wrists above your head to prevent any escape while using your phone to zoom in on the icky view of the mess between your mellowed thighs.

A streak of milky wetness glistened all over his massive cock, cascading down to his aching balls that were being captured in the filthy mess anyways because of how it's continuously slamming against your asshole that was coated with the cream that seeped out your gooey cunt.

"Fuck yeah, ya see that? See how this cute little pussy is wetting my dick? She sure as hell must be fucking loving it to be making this hell of a mess," he declared proudly. His deep, husky laugh resonated throughout the room, leaving no doubt that Toji was most likely losing his mind over the situation.

A few minutes earlier you told him about the guy from your class who confessed his feelings to you and you’re very uncertain about how to respond so you asked your boyfriend for some advice and well he decided to matters into his own hands.

“Tojii.. l-let go!” You cried out, attempting to dig your nails into his wrists as if that would make any difference, considering how fucking strong he is that it made your efforts almost laughably worthless.

“Nah don't think I want to darling, this fucker needs to know who the hell you belong to” he gritted his teeth at the thought of the guy even having the audacity to think you'd date him. You're all his and he would go to extreme lengths to ensure it remains that way.

The two of you were undeniably meant for each other and there was no fucking way in hell Toji would let some random fucker take you away from him.

“You wish this was you huh? Too fucking bad it's all mine to stuff and fuck, she belongs to me. Keep texting her and I’ll find you and bash your stupid fucking head in. Ya hear me?”. His brutal words cut through the air with a sharp edge, conveying possessiveness and veiled threats. It reverberated loudly, ensuring every detail was captured in the recording that the guy will be listening to soon after this.

His voice was deeper and harsher than normal, making your little cunt flutter even more around his stiffened shaft.

Which he obviously picked up on. “Ohhh you're such a slutty fucking whore baby, who am I kidding.” his grip on your bruised hands tightened. Threatening to leave more red, angry marks as he buckled his hips harshly into your ruined pussy. The force of his hips as he pushed into you aggressively showed literally no mercy.

“You’ll never fucking leave me, you're too fucking obsessed that your little cunt is twitching around me to the thought of me killing another man for you huh?”.

“N-no—” you stammered, turning your head away to look the other direction which made his grin widen even more as he playfully licked the faded scar on his lips because it had always been an indication of you lying whenever you looked away from him like that.

“Aww, that's fine doll," he murmured softly, his gaze unwavering as he directed the phone towards your fucked out face. His body sank deeper, inching downwards until his face hovered mere inches from your own. "you know what I'm thinking?”.

You peered your eyes at him and held contact in sheer curiosity.

“I’ll just breed this pretty fucking pussy and fuck a baby into you, how's that sound? Huh? You'll be such a good Mommy to our kid” his breath is now fanning against your face. Your body quivered at the thought, a deep longing stirring within you.

The thought of his suggestion made you moan, not just a normal moan. There's no particular way to describe it but the thought of that made your mind blurry and hazed. You and Toji always talked about having children in a few years but there's no harm in one now.

His possessiveness drove you crazy. Sure you knew Toji wasn’t a saint or an angel because at the end of the day, he murdered people for a living and because of that alone— he knew about the lonesome dangers of the world so he’s extremely overprotective and you’d loved every bit of it.

The thought of Toji even thinking you’d leave him for anyone else was an insult towards you because both of you were perfect for each other in every way possible.

“Y-yes! yes please, wanna carry your baby!” you babbled over and over, nodding your head like some stupid bitch as he proudly smirked at your reaction in amusement. “Yeah? Want me to make you a mommy? Get you pregnant so you'll be all full and swollen? Then everyone is gonna fucking know who you belong to”. The glint in Toji’s eyes was so dark, that it almost had you scared for a moment.

“Yesyesyes, please, m’so desperate Toji, fill me up–” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes as you pleaded fervently.

“Yeah fuck that, y’know what—” he mumbled to himself with a brief pause to stop the recording on his phone and swiftly hitting the "send" button to the guy that’s currently and patientlyyy waiting for your response in the chat. He casually tossed the device to the side and embraced you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you and wrapped around your neck to hug you before vigorously slamming his hips into you in an intense pace.

Unfortunately, the poor guy never had the chance to witness the adorable blessing you and Toji shared several months later because your boyfriend assassinated him on his way home the very next afternoon because he tried to speak to you again in person.

[slxtarchive]

𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍 ꩜ 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you and your best friend billie had your monthly sleepover consisting of a movie night and slurpees… she might’ve slurped sum else too.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. no but inspired by a request i got for madz

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. SMUT ! oral f!receiving, fingering, scissoring, talks of finding yourself kinda, confusing and conflicting feels, basically relatable content [ especially for me ] a little deep on this one.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. the synopsis i cannot — anyway, this was inspired by a madz request i got! tried making a divider, i got the inspiration from pinterest [ click here to be added to my billie eilish taglist ]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 3.6k.

“so i’m thinking like three different chips, maybe two candies and… slurpees?” billie smiled excitedly. “we have to go all out since we didn’t have a sleepover last month!! c’mon, ill pay.” she moved forward super close to you practically touching your nose.

you rolled your eyes moving forward as your foreheads touched narrowing your eyes. “okay.” you said, quietly laughing with a grin on your face.

you and billie have always been super close. you spent practically every day together and if it weren’t for your parents you’d have a sleepover every week.

most people at school thought you two were a bit too close but you both never gave your friendship a second thought, well, you didn’t give your friendship a second thought. billie though, growing up she found herself thinking about you as more than just a friend but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind with fear of messing with your friendship — which she would never put in jeopardy.

you grabbed your snacks and slushees deciding which ones to get. billie insisted you picked them all out before you headed back to her house.

this time you both were in the living room because her parents were out of town. so, you both set it up a little more dramatically than you usually would in her room. you brought the couch cushions together to make a makeshift bed with a bunch of fluffy blankets. then, billie brought out a bowl and platter for your chips and a spot to set down your slushees.

after a few minutes of setting everything up, you finally sat down and began to decide on a movie. “what are we feeling?” she questioned, scrolling through netflix.

you looked at the rows of movies showing up on the screen before something caught your eye. “fear street…” you read. “it’s horror, and — oo it’s a trilogy! fear street 1994, 1978, and 1666.” you looked toward her excitedly.

she pressed her lips together trying to stifle a laugh. “so i’m guessing your choice is that one?" she hovered over the movie.

you nodded, "yeah we can watch all three. movie marathon!" you sang out.

she obliged putting on the first movie of the trilogy. throughout the movie it was good, you both commented on how crazy the storyline was and how cute the main characters were until one particular scene came about.

you sat on the couch legs crisscrossed practically mesmerized by the scene before you. you became overly aware of billie’s shoulder next to yours, the room heating up around you.

the scene was short but it still clouded your mind for the rest of the movie — your thoughts running a mile a minute.

by the time the second movie was wrapping up, you felt the energy in the room shift. the air felt charged somehow — heavy — with something unspoken.

the third movie started, bringing its scene to the start of the storyline all the way back in 1666. two girls who both had a secret attraction to each other but couldn’t act on it because of the views of their village.

you felt for the girls, in a way that you didn’t know you could feel. the scenes continued and as more scenes passed — the more the story made sense. every scene was important but there was one particular scene that stuck with you even more.

your fingers toyed with the edge of the blanket that covered your and billie’s legs as the scene unfolded. the two girls had gone out into the empty woods together after a fight had broken out. you didn’t pay much attention to the dialogue of the interaction — you paid more to the energy shift between them.

you eyes were fixed on the screen as the two girls, deena and sam, shared an emotional and deeply tender moment.

your breathing hitched and your chest tightened, a strange warmth spreading through you that you couldn’t explain. you had seen many romantic scenes before — but this one felt… different. it felt so real. it felt like something you couldn’t tear your eyes away from.

what pulled your eyes away from the screen was when you moved your gaze over to billie, whose face was lit by the glow of the tv screen. her expression was unreadable, her lips slightly parted, her focus locked on the screen. you quickly turned your head back moving your eyes away from her, your cheeks flushed.

by the time the movie ended, you couldn’t sit still. your mind was racing and your body was tense. the silence between you both was deafening, interrupted by the ending credits song starting.

billie finally broke the quiet. “that was so good! holy shit.” she smiled, before looking at you.

you cleared your throat a bit trying to shake the thoughts from your brain. “yeah.” you whispered, your voice not sounding too convincing.

billie noticed the shift in your energy quicker than anything. she moved her posture to face you before speaking up. “you okay? you’ve been quiet since—” she stopped herself, before softening her gaze. “since that scene.”

you stiffened, your fingers twisting the blanket with anxiousness. “i’m fine.”

she tilted her head, unconvinced. “yn.” she knew you better than anyone in the world including your parents and yourself.

you sighed, knowing exactly what she was thinking. your chest rose and fell unevenly. “it’s stupid.” you mumbled, bringing your knees up to your chest.

“it’s not stupid if it’s bothering you yn.” billie’s eyebrows furrowed.

you hesitated, your throat feeling dry. “it’s just… that scene. it made me feel… weird? i… don’t know why. it’s like… it hit me in a way i wasn’t expecting, and now i can’t stop thinking about it.”

billie stayed quiet in response to your confession. her eyes scanned your face searching for some kind of telling.

you noticed the longing stare she gave you. “it’s not just the scene…” you whispered, your heart twisting and churning. “it’s you..” you confessed in realization. “sitting here with you i—” you stopped yourself, not wanting to say things you might not know the truth of.

you shook your head trying to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. you swallowed harshly, “i don’t know what’s happening to me, bils.” you admitted.

billie’s heart pounded as the air surrounding her became thick. she found the courage to reach her hand out toward you, brushing your hand. “you’re not alone.” she said softly.

you looked up, your eyes searching hers. “what do you mean?”

billie took in a shaky deep breath. “i… i felt it too — during that scene.” she bit her lip nervously. “and i have felt it before, with you.” she looked you into your eyes.

your heart practically stopped right then and there. you wanted to speak but you felt like all the words you thought of and wanted to say, that they couldn’t make their way out of your mouth.

billie spoke up, noticing the trouble you had been having. “i would’ve said something but i’ve just been too scared to say anything because i don’t know if you’d… if you’d feel the same.”

your breathing hitched, your pulse roared in your ears. “you’ve felt… felt it?”

billie nodded avoiding eye contact with you, “yeah. and it’s confusing and scary, and it feels like my chest is about to explode every time i try n think about it. but…” she stuttered her hand running through her hair, “but it also feels good. like it just — just makes sense.” she finally looked up to look into your eyes.

the space between you both felt smaller now, the air filling with tension. your gaze flicked to billie’s lips, then back to her eyes. “i don’t know what to do with this feeling…” you whispered with a conflicting feeling.

her hand moved to cup your cheek, her thumb softly brushing against it — the touch sending electricity through your veins. “we don’t have to know. not right now, okay? we can just… feel.”

you leaned into her touch instinctively, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it. slowly, billie found her forehead pressing against yours, your breaths mingling in the quiet.

the moment hung there, suspended, until you tilted your head, your lips brushing against hers. the kiss was soft, tentative, their movements slow as you both felt your way through this unfamiliar territory.

billie’s hand slid to the back of your neck, her fingers tangling their way through your hair. your hand gripped the blanket over them before hesitantly moving to rest on her waist, pulling her closer.

you felt the kiss deepen, not rushed but full of quiet intensity, a mixture of nervousness and something unspoken that somehow had always been there, waiting to rise up to the surface.

when you both pulled away, you stayed close to each other — your noses brushing together and breaths shaky.

“is this okay?” billie whispered up against your lips.

you nodded, your fingers brushing against her side. “yeah, it’s… it’s more than okay.” you licked your bottom lip moving closer.

she nodded, building up the courage to kiss you once more but stood there admiring the way you looked angelic in the tv glow.

your eyes moved all over her face before you made the move to kiss her. your lips molded with each other softly and passionately with more need this time.

you liked it. the feeling of her lips on yours. your skin touching hers. it felt so good — so right. you could taste the faint flavor of cherry from the slurpee on her tongue as the kiss became more hungry. she slipped her tongue into your mouth again before she pushed you onto your back. she then straddled you still never letting your lips disconnect.

you felt hot and needy in between your legs and felt the same thing between hers. the small gasps that came from your mouth showed billie that you enjoyed what was happening but she still wanted to your thoughts on what she wanted to do next.

her hands moved from your face all the way down to your chest then your lower stomach. “we’re just feeling right?” she gulped, out of breath.

you didn’t register what she meant but responded with a slow nod. “mmm — yeah? yeah… we are.”

she took another deep slow breath before moving down your lap and moving her hands to the waistband of your shorts. “and if you like… what i’m doing — i could keep going. if you don’t, i could stop.” you still didn’t get what was going on until she trailed her fingers inside a bit, beneath your underwear as well.

you took a deep breath leaning back on your elbows trying to calm down. your mind immediately went to the movie scene, the way you felt — the way it made your body feel. you felt needy for that in the moment. the way you felt all uncomfortable but a good uncomfortable, as if there was an itch you wanted to scratch. that’s exactly how you felt right now with billie making a move toward that kind of thing.

just to be sure you wanted to ask. “stop… stop what exactly?” you questioned, still looking down at her.

she smiled softly before tugging down your shorts a bit. “just… stop me from tasting you.” she still pulled down your shorts slowly looking up at you waiting for your response.

the only response you had, had to do with your body. the fact that you nodded while wanting to clench your thighs and soothe that feeling down there showed you that this is what you wanted. your only worry would be that this would change everything, something you didn’t want to happen but at this point — you couldn’t stop yourself.

she pulled your shorts down before taking them fully off leaving you in your underwear. she noticed the damp spot in between your legs. “you’re sure?” she asked, her tongue touching her lower lip.

your chest moved up and down as you tried to build the courage. you let out a breath, “yeah, i’m… i’m sure.”

she nodded before moving to take off your underwear. she tugged them down the same she did with the shorts and tossed them to the side giving you a full view of your pussy. you felt exposed and quite nervous so you closed your thighs. she giggled shortly, bringing her hands up to keep them from closing. “it’s okay..” she whispered through the low light.

she moved your legs away from each other so she could see you again and moved her head down. your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest when you felt her give one lick. your body reacted instantly as your back arched slightly and your breathing stopped abruptly. she looked up at you before taking another lick — the eye contact doing something insane to you.

she slowly got more comfortable with it starting to suck softly on your clit. your hand found its way to her hair tugging on it and trying to pull her closer. “fuck—” you moaned as her tongue dipped into your entrance then brought your slick up to your clit.

she sucked and moved her tongue around picking up her pace before speaking up. “tell me if… if it feels good. tell me what feels good. wanna make you feel good.” she blabbered taking your clit again into your mouth and sucking on it harshly.

“that — that feels really fucking good. i’m… oh fuck bils.” you moved the hair out of her face again to see her actions on your clit. “yeah, jus’ like that…” you moaned throwing your head back.

she nodded against your pussy harshly pushing her tongue on you. the mix of her saliva and your arousal adding to the squelching wet sounds.

she brought her fingers up to slowly inch inside you providing more feeling and pleasure. she hummed against your clit as her fingers thrust inside of you. you couldn’t help but move your hips up to meet her tongue, practically trying to ride her. your eyes clenched shut, “fuck billie… i feel so — oh fuck..” you couldn’t get your words out.

billie felt you getting closer and closer wanting to bring you to that state of ecstasy. she licked, sucked, and slurped everything up before letting it fall onto your clit and doing it all over again until you came undone on her tongue.

you tried to catch your breath as billie brought her face away from you and up to face you, her hand wiping your slick from her chin. she licked her lips, “so… did you— did you like that?” she asked, shy and nervous.

your eyes were filled with lust as you responded. “mhm — i… i loved it.” you nodded before getting on your knees in front of her and taking her hands in yours. “let me make you feel good too?” you looked at her lips before leaning forward and capturing them in a kiss.

she whimpered against your lips as she felt your hands touch her waist. billie couldn’t wait for you to take off her clothes so she did it for you, removing both her shorts and underwear leaving you both bottomless. “i… can we try something?”

you were practically hypnotized by her so you nodded eager to hear what she had to say.

she sat back against the couch armrest with her legs wide open. she touched herself a little bringing the arousal from her entrance to her clit. “want you to… rub yourself on me, please.” you gulped, trying to figure out how exactly she wanted you to do it. “you just—” she started sitting up and pulling you closer. “put this leg over mine and rub yourself onto me.” she tapped your right leg. “do you want me to show you first?”

you nodded pressing your lips together not wanting to do anything wrong. she obliged your request pushing you back onto you laying flat on the couch. your head wasn’t elevated or anything so it was hard to see what she was doing but you felt her lift your right leg up and push it back against your chest, then she made her way on top of you. before you knew it, she placed her own pussy on yours.

she fixed herself so she was right on top of you then started moving slowly. your mouth fell open at this new sensation. you looked up to find billie already staring at you. “how does it feel?”

you poked your tongue. “it feels really good.” your head moved back as your eyes fluttered shut. you felt so hot and sweaty, you wondered if it’d be okay to take off your shirt. you felt your adrenaline take over so you decided to do it anyway. you took it off and tossed it off the couch before unclasping your bra and doing the same with it as well leaving you topless.

billie’s moved her hips faster and harsher upon seeing you feel more comfortable with her. she decided to avoid making you feel alone she took off her own shirt and bra leaving her in her bare skin. your hands rested on her hips trying to push her to move faster. “please, faster bils. feels so good..” you whined softly.

billie nodded. “c’mon, you try.” she said lying down on her back. you felt that feeling of edge simmer so you hurriedly tried to move your legs mirroring what billie was doing. you looked at her for reassurance as you moved your legs over hers. “yeah, that’s good.” she nodded.

you brought yourself down pushing over her trying to find that specific spot that made your legs feel like jelly. you looked at billie trying to read her expression as a way to help you that you found her sweet spot too. she bit her lip moving her hair away from her face. she hummed with pleasure as you moved your pussy over a particular spot.

you smiled lightly, trying to repeat that action over that same spot. “yeah yn, just like that, please.” she moaned resting her hands on your hips. “such a pretty girl.” she purred, her face contorting as you grinded over her own pussy. the wetness in between making the smallest noises. that feeling you felt earlier was coming back almost becoming too much.

your hand rested over her leg that was off to the side and resting against the side of her chest. you moved with passionate eyes on that amazing feeling that was coursing up through you. “oh shit bils… i’m — i’m gonna cum.” you cried out, the pleasure blinding you.

she moved her head to the side clenching the couch. “me too yn… fuck — keep moving like that, please. jus like that.”

desperate spurts of moans escaped your throat as you kept your hips moving faster and harsher. you were right there you just needed a little push.

you looked down at billie to see her eyes fluttered closed with her lip between her teeth. that look on her face, the fact that it was you that was making her feel this good brought you right where you needed. you felt that feeling spread from your pussy throughout your whole body. “shit— i’m cumming!” you cried out.

billie only responded with a low guttural moan, grabbing onto your thighs as she came undone beneath you as well. her thighs shook as she cried out head thrown back against the couch with a blinding wave of pleasure crashing through her.

after the minute of whimpers and whines had passed, you had collapsed on top of billie, breathless and exhausted.

you didn’t know what to say. you both were a bit quiet for a moment before billie spoke up, breaking the silence. “this changes things, right?” her voice was barely above a whisper.

you nodded slowly, “yeah.” swallowing harshly you continued. “but i don’t think it’s a bad thing.” you admitted, mostly to yourself.

billie nodded, “it’s not.” her quiet voice was so soft. “it just feels different.” her thumb rubbing circles over your skin.

you agreed, your nerves still swarming inside you but billie was able to calm you down. “yeah, it is different.” you moved the blanket so that it covered you both, your naked skin in contact with hers.

billie shifted slightly still feeling unsettled. her movement was slow like she didn’t want to freak you out or startle you. she reached for your hand lacing them together, “are you okay?”

you hesitated, your eyes dropping to your intertwined hands. “i think so… it’s just a lot. i didn’t expect this y’know? i mean, i’ve always felt close to you but this — it’s new and kinda scary.”

billie gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “it’s scary for me too.” she admitted. “but that’s okay because we don’t have to have all the answers right now.”

you looked up and made eye contact with her finally seeing her face in full. “you make it sound so easy.” you whispered, feeling her so close.

she chuckled cuddling closer to you. “its not simple but if we have each other and we promise to always be there and be honest with each other, we’ll be okay.” her hand rested on your cheek.

you nodded leaning into her soft touch. “one step at a time.” you stated.

billie smiled. “exactly, so first step, how about we finish these snacks and instead make this a date? another movie?”

you looked in between her eyes before nodding. “i’d definitely like that.” you spoke softly. in response, she leaned down and pecked your lips softly.

© 𝐬𝐥𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

[newtidalwave]

woahg tagged in a thing yippeee

Last song: The Wallflower Equation by Vylet Pony. one of the best songs ever made for real please go listen to it. also there are naked furries on the album cover. whether that's a warning or an advertisement is up to you to decide

Fav color: #ff033d. it's a nice bright red c:

Last book: Qualia the Purple by Hisamitsu Ueo. still reading so can't give a review but it's great so far. has cute girls.

Last movie: Revue Starlight The Movie. i rewatch it very often. 10/10. watch revue starlight pleaseeeee. i could type an essay about it here but there already is one in my drafts soooo

Last show: Flip Flappers. also a rewatch... it's crazy how episode 7 literally has cocona retreat into an internal world where she tries to figure out what the fuck her relationship to papika actually means and she finds NAIL CLIPPERS and then i've still seen people say it's not explicitly gay. bitch literally the entire anime is about cocona realizing she's so so so in love with papika. and then her non-existant mother is so homophobic that she throws a tantrum and the world explodes. anyway yeah it's good 👍

Relationship: single................ fucked up. where oh where is someone to give me cuddles

Last thing I searched: Thomasson (very cool)

Current obsession: i find myself strangely devoid of fixations right now... i guess i'll say revue starlight because that's the eternal neverending obsession

Looking forward to: girlies i gotta be honest there is not all that much to look forward to right now. hm... i'm finally getting an ID with my real name on it in a few weeks! which is awesome but also a mixed bag because then i gotta do more legal stuff. bleh.

Tagging: girlies i gotta be honest i am being followed by one (1) person and while she seems to be very super cool and awesome and stuff she is also the one that tagged me here. i don't know what the etiquette is for tagging people when i have interacted with like three blogs. so i won't.... like it'd be weird to tag a bunch of people that very much don't know me, right. i think that'd be weird.

Ten People I’d Like to Get to Know Better

tagged by: @orphiclovers

last song: It’s all been Christmas retail crap or if you count the radio on the drive home playing Avril Lavigne

fav color: this pale seafoam green for things or white for clothes

last book: Eclipse by Wilder (poetry)

last movie: Deadpool & Wolverine

last show: N/A

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet and savory 

relationship status: 4 people proposed to me this year. 1 meant it fr 🥹 (engaged irl) otherwise I have a harem on AO3 going.

last thing i googled: how big is a wintermelon?

current obsession: cooking and Infinity Nikki

looking forward to: I’m planning a road trip with the girls later this week!!

Tagging: @auuwmk, @ssunfish, @ajhaijma, @stoneclaw, @quiteboared, @kiwiandmint, @dgeneralacc, @rex44201, @readingdreaming4951, @thottykunikida

[azzifuddfanpage]

I think for a name you could maybe do like “Unexpected”

but also, did she ever give azzi her legos😭😭

do you think you could write a cute fic of that and they have a lil Lego building session like they did that one live

Spaceship of Promises

—————— Hiii this is for all the fluff requests!

also thank you to @ldapper for the amazing editing like insane 🫶

Tw: none just fluff!

—————— Azzi!” Paige shouted from across the living room of the team’s suite, her voice cutting through the quiet.

No response.

“Azzi!” She yelled louder this time.

Finally, she could hear one of the suite doors swing open, followed by the soft patter of footsteps—certainly those of a 5 '11, curly-haired brunette. Sure enough, Azzi appeared a moment later

She was wearing a pink button-up pajama shirt and shorts covered in Stewie’s face, fluffy pink slippers, and her curls spilling out of a messy bun. Paige’s gaze and breath lingered for a moment as the top button of Azzi’s shirt hung open, revealing the soft skin of her clavicle.

“Yanna’s sleeping you’re gonna wake her up. What do you want?” Azzi teased, coming to sit on the couch behind Paige. She ran her fingers through her hair gently.

The blonde was on the floor, hunched over the coffee table, which was covered in a sea of tiny Legos. Paige leaned her head against Azzi and pouted. “Help me,” she whined, leaning back down to try and assemble another piece. 

Azzi chuckled as she sank down beside Paige, watching her with amusement. Her tongue poked out slightly in concentration as she matched the pieces to the image on the box.

“I swear to god, I’ve built this thing three times and it still don’t look right,” Paige sighed, tearing apart the pieces she had just assembled. 

“Okay, well where are the instructions?” Azzi asked, grabbing the box and shaking it. When nothing fell out, she raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Don't tell me you were planning on free-handing this,” she laughed, playfully shoving her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Paige shrugged, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. “I could have figured it out eventually.” 

Azzi rolled her eyes, standing up and stretching. Her shirt rode up a little, showing off her toned stomach. “Paige, come on. What did you do with the instructions?” 

“I threw them away. Don’t need ‘em,” Paige said confidently. 

Azzi just sighed and walked over to the trash can, pulling the crumpled paper out from the top. As she sat back down, she slid on her glasses, sorting through the instructions to find the right step.

“Okay, so this piece goes… here,” she muttered, holding up a tiny brick.

Next to her, Paige had flopped down on her stomach, propping her chin on her hand while the other rummaged through the pile of Legos. “Are you sure this one goes next? I swear it looks like we need the other… thingy,” she said, gesturing vaguely.

Azzi glanced at her with mock disbelief. “Thingy? You mean the corner tile? We’re following the instructions, Paige. No improvising. No wonder you haven’t gotten anywhere.”

Paige grinned mischievously and held up a bright pink Lego piece. “But wouldn’t it be cute if our spaceship had a ‘lil pop of pink here?”

Azzi sighed dramatically but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me,” Paige teased, nudging Azzi’s shoulder with her own.

“Yeah, yeah,” Azzi replied softly, her voice almost wistful. “But you asked for my help,” she said sternly. “So if we’re doing this , it has to be right.” She wagged a finger in Paige’s face.

Paige sat up and shoved it away. “Whatever,” she laughed. But she grabbed the instructions anyway and began sorting through the pile to find the correct piece. 

An hour later, Paige leaned back against the couch, admiring their progress. “You know, we’re actually pretty good at this.”

Paige smirked, holding up another pink piece and slipping it onto the spaceship in the almost absurd place.

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “We? You would’ve still been stuck if I hadn’t pulled the instructions out of the trash,” she said, pushing Paige’s hand away and snapping the piece into its correct spot.

The coffee table was a chaotic scene’’Legos scattered across the rug, some kicked under the couch, and a few tucked away in Paige’s sweatshirt pocket (“for safekeeping,” she insisted).

Azzi leaned over to grab another brick when she felt a soft weight settle against her shoulder. Paige had flopped sideways, resting her head on Azzi with a contented sigh.

“Hey,” Azzi said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. “You’re slowing down the whole process. I know damn well you didn’t ask me to come help you while you just nap.” 

Paige smiled lazily. “The spaceship can wait five minutes. You’re warm.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but a tiny blush crept across her cheeks. She nudged Paige’s head with her shoulder. “If you’re not gonna help, I’m gonna put you on sorting duty.” 

Paige gasped, dramatically sitting up and grabbing at her chest.  “Sorting duty? That's all I’m good for? C’mon, you love when I’m unpredictable.”

“You mean unhelpful?” Azzi teased, her lips curving into a smirk.

“I am helpful,” Paige shot back, grabbing a handful of pieces and sorting them into neat piles to prove a point. “I could totally do this if I wanted to.”

“Oh, yeah?” Azzi challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Then what piece comes next, Miss Helpful?”

Paige squinted at the instructions as if it were written in a foreign language. “Uh… this one?” She held up a long white piece.

Azzi snorted. “That’s for the cockpit. We’re building the engine, Paige.” 

Paige groaned dramatically, falling back onto the rug. “I genuinely don’t understand why it matters they all look the same.”

Azzi didn’t respond right away. Instead she grabbed the white piece paige had held up and gently placed it on the table in front of her. 

“Okay,” she said after a moment. “We’ll put a little pink in the cockpit. Just for you.”

Paige sat up, her eyes lighting up. “You’re giving in to my creative vision?”

Azzi shook her head, smiling. “No, I’m compromising. There’s a difference.”

Paige leaned in, so close that Azzi could feel her warm breath. “It’s because you love me,” Paige said with a smirk. 

Azzi felt her cheeks heat up, but she met Paige’s gaze. “Yeah,” she admitted, her voice quieter. “I do.”

For a second, the spaceship was forgotten as Paige kissed her. Their lips melted together in something that felt simple but meaningful. When they pulled apart, Paige rested her forehead against Azzi’s. 

“Even if I don’t wanna use the instructions?” Paige whispered, a teasing.

“Even then,” Azzi said with a laugh. “But only because you’re cute.”

The moment lingered, warm and quiet, until Paige pulled away, grinning mischievously. “Good thing. I may or may not have hidden another pink piece in the engine already.”

Azzi gasped, feigning betrayal. “Paige!”

Paige scrambled to her feet, laughing as Azzi lunged at her. “It was for the aesthetic, trust!” she cried, dodging around the coffee table.

“You didn’t even want my help. You just wanted to annoy me!” Azzi called after her, though she couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice.

They ended up in a tangled heap on the couch, Paige’s arms wrapped around Azzi’s waist as they both dissolved into giggles.

“Okay,” Azzi said, catching her breath. “Truce. You can keep the pink engine piece. But no more sabotage.”

Paige gave her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am. No more sabotage.” Then, with a devilish grin, she added, “Unless it’s really funny.”

Azzi shook her head but snuggled into Paige’s side, her head resting on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, the silence of the night settling around them.

Finally, Paige nudged the half-built spaceship with her toe. “I think we built something pretty cool,” she said softly. 

When there was no response, she leaned back, peering down at Azzi’s face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had evened out.

Paige smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face before kissing her forehead softly.

[trubbishrubbish]

I played Genocide Jack's UTDP Events. Here are the highlights.

Hope's Peak really looked at the most famous serial killer in Japan and accepted her in as a student. Normal people pay bucketloads just to get in the reserve course but Syo gets a free acceptance cause she's good at killing.

Genocide Jack sees Kiyo and immediately profiles him as ugly.

Amazing.

Yasuhiro fails the one job he was given.

Ahhhhhh she's so cute in this scene!

You have nothing to fear Chihiro, Genocide Jack gave you a nickname, she already loves you so she won't ever hurt you.

The most serious character vs the most silliest character.

Genocide Jack teaches Sonia the Fujoshi life.

I mean yeah she says this. Byakuya very likely told her to not kill but that's not the true reason why she stopped killing. She stopped killing as she wanted to stay in Hope's Peak with all her new friends.

Trigger Happy Havoc doesn't offer one definitive answer as to why Genocide Jack stopped killing, but she's smart. She knows being in Hope's Peak and killing would get her in trouble.

I like the bit of introspection about how a killer like her got a normal life at Hope's Peak.

Cause according to society and morality, she should not have a happy life nor deserve one for all the victims she's killed. But she got one anyway with no strings attached. Jack doesn't feel guilt being here but she knows it's not something she deserves.

HOLY SHIT. Chiaki can dish out burns when you don't expect it.

Based UDG reference.

She knows who she is.

[thechy-fychannel]

Pls ramble about domestic everywhere but princeton-plainsboro hilson and thirteen occasionally coming over for holidays and stuff pls pls pls!!! Id love to hear more

I would be happy to!!!

they go a weekend trip to the flea market in the next town over about once a month. it's just about the only time wilson can get house out of bed early bc house loves going to the flea market. they always hold hands while walking up and down the various aisles, pulling each other to the booths they want to look at, even if house will pretend to complain about each one they go to. house loves pointing out obvious knock offs that ppl are trying to pass off as genuine and wilson always gets a kick out of watching him demolish the scammer trying to charge $400 for a bad knock off handbag.

wilson secretly schedules a time for them to sneak around in the backseat of his car for a while. not just because they're desperately horny for each other all the time, but because they both get this sick nostalgic thrill from it, reminiscing about fooling around in the back seat when they absolutely should not have been. it makes them feel young and freshly in love again and sometimes they need that, they need to just hide away from the world for a while and remember what that felt like all those years ago.

every now and then, someone who also works at the hospital will see them having dinner together and they swear it looked like a date, they swear house and wilson were looking at each other with big heart eyes and it did not look platonic at all. and then house will like, send out a hospital wide memo the next day about being able to see cuddy's bra through her shirt and everyone's like "yeah uh huh sure, he's obviously gay with the guy known for fucking half the nurses here 🙄"

as part of bearing the responsibility of knowing their secret, thirteen's place becomes the "dog house" when her dads friends are fighting. house has shown up at her door drunk and sad a few times and when she asks him why he didn't just sleep on their couch, house always has an excuse, but she always comes to realize that the guy just didn't want to be alone and thirteen was the only one he could be honest with about what they were fighting about and why house can't just put his ego aside and apologize. wilson almost always comes to pick him up the next morning, bringing breakfast with him that they all enjoy and her dads friends are back to normal by the time they leave her place.

the holiday's become unbearable for her after her brother is gone. her dad moved to live closer to his family, and she can't stand the idea of being around them all grieving her brother while she alone carries the knowledge that she killed him, even if she knows it was the right thing to do. neither house or wilson ask her to explain when she says she's not going to go home for christmas. wilson invites her over and ofc she tries to decline, says she wouldn't want to intrude, but wilson insists and says they're not doing anything special, just eating takeout and listening to house play christmas music on the piano, maybe watch a movie or two and drink a little too much wine or beer. she swears she'll be fine alone, but she shows up at their door on christmas anyways and she is so happy to not be alone. house and wilson get tipsy and they're so cute, kissing on the couch, making each other laugh and house making all sorts of innuendos about the kind of gifts he gave wilson that morning.

thirteen's apartment building gets shut down for like a termite infestation or smth like that, so she has to stay with house and wilson for a couple of weeks and she learns far more about those two than she ever wanted to. she witnesses their morning routine which includes a lot of sleepy bickering, shower sex, not so sleepy bickering, and then wilson inevitably leaving house behind and telling him to take the motorcycle bc he can't be late for the third day in a row, he actually has meetings and a general sense of respect for his job, unlike some people. house looks far too pleased with himself at wilson's attitude, which led her to her next discovery of just how much of their fighting is actually just foreplay. she is traumatized by the time she goes back to her place.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Good Luck, Babe! [3]

Pairing: Jackie Taylor x Fem! reader

Final installment of the Good Luck, Babe! (Parts one and two are linked here!) trilogy, at least of the Jackie parts. Happy ending, mild angst at the beginning, mildly suggestive at the end. Mostly reader and Jackie being cute and happy.

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The thing was, the answer was a no-brainer.

You wanted Jackie. Nat was nice, to fill the void. To kiss and fuck and show off. Not that you didn't care about her, you did.

But Jackie.

Her stupid, radiant smile. The way she'd blush and giggle whenever you did something affectionate. How she'd call you late at night when her parents were asleep, and the two of you would talk late into the night.

Honestly, you could handle the hiding. You could deal with the fact she wasn't ready to be totally open about the two of you. And you believed her when she said she was sorry.

Not to say that you weren't worried. You were. It was hard to trust someone who had broken your heart so spectacularly. Shattered it even, into pieces that were hard to pick up without hurting yourself. How were you supposed to just go back to someone who did that? even if they were your first love?

You'd made your decision, though. You just had to get up the courage to tell her. And to tell Nat.

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That was how you found yourself behind the bleachers, searching for Natalie. You'd resolved to tell her first, to break it off with her. Whatever it was you two were doing. You didn't want to lead her on

When she saw you approaching, she shooed her friends off, making sure that the two of you were alone. She looked calm, nonchalant, a cigarette (or a blunt, you weren't sure) held between her fingers.

"Hey." She smiled, but made no move to come closer to you. It seemed she already knew what was about to happen.

"Hi. Uh, sorry I didn't drive you home the other day. I'm sure that wasn't a fun ride." You were stalling, and both of you knew it.

"Wasn't too bad. Awkward, for sure. But she didn't start cussing me out for sleeping with her girl." She pauses for a moment, looking at you intently. "We both know why you're really here, y/n. You're not subtle about the way you look at her."

"I'm sorry." And you are, for dragging Nat into the mess that was you and Jackie. For sleeping with her to get over someone else.

She shrugs, and honestly doesn't look too put out by it. "It's fine, relax. We both knew this wasn't gonna last. Just don't make it weird."

Nat's still smiling, and you can't help but grin yourself. You knew she wasn't likely to start crying, or begging you to stay, but it was a relief to see she didn't even seem slightly upset.

"Thanks, Nat," you say, and she waves you off.

"Yeah, yeah. Go get your girl, or whatever.'

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You do not, in fact 'go get your girl'. What you do is go straight home to stare at the ceiling. You still had to figure out how to tell Jackie. Why was this harder than breaking things off with Nat?

Well, you knew why. Because you were terrified that things would happen the way they did before. That you'd go running back to her, and Jackie would be to worried about appearances to love you in the way you needed. She'd go back to Jeff, go back to something she felt safe with. And you'd be hung out to dry.

Honestly, you considered just... not saying anything to her. Not being with her or Nat. Maybe that was what was best for you in the long run, anyway. No complicated relationships with girls you weren't sure could be with you the way you wanted.

Staring at the ceiling, unsurprisingly, was not helping. It was just reinforcing negative thoughts, making you overthink every possible outcome. But you still couldn't get up the courage to tell Jackie. The fear was too strong.

You wished you could talk to someone about it, but the only two people that would understand were Nat and Jackie. The two people you simply couldn't go to. It was miserable, lying there.

Then, you started wondering what Jackie was thinking. If maybe, she was worried that you had decided not to be with her. That you were just... continuing to ignore her, like you had been since you were broken up.

If maybe, she'd decided to move on.

That thought scared you worse than anything else about the situation had. What if you'd broken things off with Natalie for no reason?

Of course, being alone wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. But then you'd have to continue to get over Jackie while not having the comfort of someone else. Maybe it wasn't healthy, but it had at least worked. A little.

You weren't always known for making the best decisions.

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Another full week went by before you finally got up the courage to talk to Jackie. She'd been avoiding you, like se did before, but this time it was different. It wasn't complete ignorance. She'd smile at you in class, or wave at you in the hallway. This avoidance seemed to stem from fear that if she talked to you, you'd reject her. Tell her that no, actually you weren't into her anymore, that you wanted Nat.

Finally, though, you found it in yourself to tell her. To trust her with your heart again. Even though she had been the one to break it in the first place. Again, you weren't known for good decisions.

You’d decided that you’d tell her after school, slip a note in her locker and ask her to meet you at your car. You hoped she wouldn’t freak out, since she didn’t exactly know why you were asking to meet her.

You slid the note into the slits on her locker in your final passing period, hoping both that she'd see it, and that she wouldn't be too anxious during the last class of the day. You could be stupid, sure, but not cruel. You didn't want her to be apprehensive to see you.

The following hour crawled by, and you could barely pay attention to your teacher. History wasn't what you were worried about, not in the slightest. Instead, you were trying to calm your nerves about talking to Jackie.

Honestly, you had no idea why you were so nervous. She was the one who wanted you back. You had the power in the situation. Yet there was still that nagging feeling, the concern that maybe this was a joke, or that she didn't mean it.

You spent the entirety of class gathering the courage to talk to Jackie, and even as you walked to your car, you weren't entirely ready. You weren't even sure that she'd gotten the note.

That fear faded, however, when you saw her standing by your car as you walked towards it. So she had seen. And she wanted to talk to you, too. That was good, at least.

You felt your nerves heighten as you got closer, heart beating quickly in your chest. Steeling yourself, you approached her. She wasn't smiling, but she didn't appear upset either. Honestly, she was pretty hard to read.

"Hey..." you started, anxiety seeping into your words. You still weren't sure how you wanted to do this, what exactly you wanted to say.

"Hi," she replied, tone short.

"First off, I'm sorry I didn't talk to you sooner. I just... needed time to think things over, you know?" You can't make eye contact, even though you desperately want to. You're praying that you don't look like an idiot as you stand there.

She nods slowly, like she understands but isn't happy about it. You get that, understanding that she probably hated being left in the dark for so long.

"I like you, Jackie. A lot. Maybe even more than I should. It really fucking hurt me, when I saw Jeff leaving your house that day. You're scared, I get that. This, us, being with a girl, that's all new to you. But what you did? That's still wrong. Having him in your house without telling me was shitty of you. I can't do that again." It takes a lot for you to get that out, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. It's not that you want her to feel bad, but you do want her to understand why you were so upset.

Jackie sighs, tension seeping out of her body. She honestly looks defeated, like she doesn't know how to continue. She seems to find words, though.

"What exactly are you saying?" she asks, looking a bit apprehensive.

"If we're going to do this again, we have to do it right. I'm not saying you have to come out, or we publicly need to be a couple. I don't want to pressure you into anything." You pause for a moment, letting your words sink in. "But I can't deal with you playing couple with anyone. Even if it's just to keep up appearances. I can't go through that again. I have to know you want me, and just me."

She looks at you a moment, clearly processing, before she gives a slight nod. "That... that's understandable. I can do that. I- I'm not sure I'm ready to like, scream anything from the rooftops. But I can commit to you."

"Good." You smile, wanting to reach out, but knowing it's too risky. Even with the parking lot mostly empty, people could still see. "I'll pick you up tonight, then."

You confidence is suddenly back, renewed by Jackie's response to your words. She looks at you, surprised.

"For what?"

"I'm taking you out," you reply, and when she freezes, you add, "It's a restaurant like two towns over. No one's gonna be there."

She visibly relaxes at that, looking at you with a genuine smile on her face. "What time?"

"Seven. That way, we can still make it to the party tonight. If you're feeling up to it, at least."

The grin is still plastered on her face, and she gives a little nod. "Yeah. Yeah, I can be ready at seven. What should I wear?"

"Jax, just wear whatever. It's not super fancy, or classy, or whatever. There isn't a dress code or anything." You shrug, leaning on your car.

"Okay... um, see you at seven, then?" She seems nervous, but excited. You nod, and with that she offers you one more smile before waling in the direction of her car.

You get into your own car, still a little worried about what might happen between the two of you. Yet, you were happy. She was sorry, she was working on it. You'd be okay.

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Six-thirty p.m., and you were panicking. Well, not panicking. But absolutely worried.

You couldn't get your hair to sit right, your necklaces kept getting tangled, and none of your outfits looked good. This was literally your nightmare.

For what seemed like the thousandth time in the last hour, you tossed another outfit onto the floor, and flopped onto your bed with a sigh. You had no idea what you wanted to wear, what would impress Jackie the most.

Momentarily, you had the fleeting thought to cancel your date. But no, you couldn't do that. Not after everything else that happened. You finally had Jackie back, you didn't want to lose her because you couldn't pick out a fucking outfit. You weren't twelve.

Begrudgingly, you stood up, rummaging through your closet for a new shirt. When you found one, you put it on, looking in the mirror. Not bad. You didn't have time to find a different pair of pants, so you pulled on your favorite pair. Maybe it wasn't exactly what you wanted, but you looked good. And Jackie would appreciate that.

Smoothing out your hair one final time (your necklaces were a lost cause), you walked out to your car, grabbing your keys on the way.

The drive to Jackie's wasn't long, and you got there a couple minutes before seven. She was waiting on the porch for you, and she looked absolutely stunning. Not that you had any thoughts that she wouldn't.

Her hair was loose and wavy, falling onto bare shoulders. The weather had finally warmed enough to wear tank tops, and she was taking full advantage of that. The babydoll tank she had on was a light blue gingham pattern, and she paired it with jeans. You noticed her carrying a jean jacket over her arm, and you assumed it was for if she got cold at the party later.

In short, she looked perfect.

You made your way up to meet her, grinning the whole way. "You look great."

"So do you," she replies, a smile lighting up her face. For a moment, both of you stand there awkwardly until she gestures towards your car. "You ready to go?"

Nodding, you snap yourself out of whatever trance Jackie had somehow put you in. As soon as she sees your head move, she practically skips over to your car, opening the passenger door and getting inside.

As you slide into the drivers seat, you turn towards her with a teasing smile. "You're supposed to let me open that for you, you know."

"Oh, yeah. Right. I'll let you get it next time." She flushes, even though she can tell you're joking. It's adorable, seeing her like this. You missed it.

"Relax, I'm messing with you. But I will get the door next time."

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The drive passes quickly, the two of you catching up on everything that happened since you'd broken up. Soccer had been going well, which you knew. The whole school had been buzzing about the Yellowjacket's win streak. It was nice to hear from Jackie, though. How exactly everything had played out.

True to your word, when you parked the car in the restaurant parking lot, you opened the passenger door for her. You even held your hand out for her to take as she stepped out of the car.

"Thanks."

"Anytime, Taylor."

Jackie was practically glued to your side as you walked inside, and you couldn't ignore how happy the action made you. She stood next to you all throughout speaking to the hostess, even kept a hand on your forearm.

"Right this way," The woman said, leading you to a table near the windows.

"This place is really nice," Jackie murmured, gazing around the building.

"Romantic?"

"Yeah." Her voice was still quiet, but at the same time, excited. She seemed genuinely happy to be on this date with you, and you were glad.

"What're you getting?" you ask, opening the menu. Jackie stared at it a moment, reading through all the different options.

"I have no idea, there's so many options and so many look good."

"We could get two different things and split them?" She brightened when you asked, clearly hoping you'd say something like that.

"That would be nice, yeah." She nudged your foot underneath the table, catching your eye as you looked up at her.

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Dinner went perfectly, the two of you talking the entire time. It felt like a real date. Sure, you'd been on dates with her before, but this was different. Real.

She held your hand as you walked to your car, interlocking your fingers together. It was dark out, by now, and a little chilly. But nothing that you couldn't handle.

When you got back to your car, as promised, you opened the door for her. Unexpectedly, though, she pulled you into a kiss.

Jackie.

Jackie kissed you.

It was soft, just a peck, really. But she'd still done it, still pulled you in for a kiss in the middle of the parking lot.

"Thank you. For tonight, for giving me another chance."

"I'd be stupid not to take you back."

She grinned as she slid into the passenger seat, and when you got into the car, she gave you an almost nervous look. "I was wondering... would you maybe want to skip the party? Go back to yours?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying, Jackie?" You were surprised, to say the least, but she nodded shyly, and it took all of your strength not to take her right then and there.

"I'm down for a change in plans."

[indycinders]

Well I wrote another fic BAHA o(-( he's taken over my mind.

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"Flightless"

Caleb finally got back to his dorm room and sat down on his bed, leaning over to start taking off his boots. He had his cellphone trapped between his ear and shoulder, listening to the dial tone ringing. After a few more rings than usual, he finally heard the voice he'd been missing for the last few days.

“Mm, hello?” Cinders’ voice sounded adorably sleepy and he could hear shifting on her side of the call. The rustling of fabric as she moved around in bed made him smile.

“Hey, pipsqueak,” he said softly, his usual boisterous tone mellowed out since he obviously woke her up. “Sorry for the late call. Did I wake you?”

“Yeah but it's okay!” Cinders said quickly, as if wanting to reassure him. “I tried to stay up and wait… but I guess I fell asleep.”

He chuckled as he removed one boot and worked on the lacing of the other. “Wouldn't be the first time. I got in a little late from training. Anyway, how was your night? It was senior prom, right? Did what's-his-face treat you well?”

He heard her snort and shift around some more. He could just imagine her rubbing her eyes and trying to wake up to talk to him. “You mean Trevor? I guess Granny didn't tell you. He bailed on me.”

Caleb stopped in the middle of pulling off his other boot, his heart sinking to his stomach. She had been stood up? And he wasn't there to comfort her, or to even take her to the dance himself. “Well, shit,” he scoffed. “I'm sorry, Kitty. Are you okay? Do I need to kick his ass when I come home next weekend?”

Hearing her laugh made him feel a tiny bit better. “No, no. It's not his fault, he was super sick. And I'm fine,” she explained, her voice sounding pretty normal.

Usually he could tell when ‘fine’ meant ‘definitely not okay’ but this time was harder than usual. “Did you just stay home with Gran, then?” he asked, standing up and beginning to pull off his flight jumpsuit.

“No, I still went. Remember Zayne? He was in town and stopped by for a visit and Granny told him about it,” she told him, and he could hear her moving around again. “He offered to take me since he's in town for a few days before going back to his school.”

“You had Zayne take you?” Caleb felt that familiar twist in his stomach, the feeling of jealousy flaring up inside like a rusted knife.

“Yeah,” she laughed a little. “It was kind of awkward but we had fun. Everyone was jealous that a college boy was dancing with me.”

The rest of his training clothes was practically torn off his body as his irritation built up. “I see,” he struggled to keep his tone neutral. “You had fun, though?”

“Yeah! He took me out for ice cream after the dance. Did you know he had such a sweet tooth?” she giggled and he clenched his fist at his side.

“Do you like him?” he demanded. Caleb winced, cursing himself. Why did he have to be like this? She was allowed to date whoever she wanted.

He didn't feel this way when she mentioned going with Trevor. Was it Zayne? Or the fact that he was older than her? He ran a hand through his hair.

Cinders shifted again on the other side. “Yeah, of course. You like him, too. We were all friends, remember? You two just had to go and grow up and leave me.”

She was joking but her words sliced through him. “Yeah, I guess,” he sighed. He decided not to push it. “Next time, will you call me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Whenever you need someone for something. I don't care what it is. Someone to watch movies with, someone to dance with, someone to take you to an appointment,” Caleb sat on his bed again, clutching the apple pendant around his neck. “I want to be the first person you think of when you need someone.”

He knew he was laying it on pretty thick, but he didn't care. He was lonely, and he missed her. She was graduating in a few weeks and he couldn't even be there to fill in for the dance like he should have been.

“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised. He could picture her cute face blushing at the blunt way he said that. “Yeah, I'll call.” Her tone had softened and he closed his eyes.

“... I'm glad you had fun, even if it didn't go how you wanted,” he said. “I'm sorry I wasn't there.”

“Cal, you don't need to apologize for something like that,” her voice was amused with a hint of fondness. “But thank you. How was your night? You got back late, so I bet it was busy?”

Caleb took a deep breath, feeling that green-eyed monster inside of him go back into hiding. He laid back on his bed, keeping his eyes closed and imagining she was lying next to him, looking at him with those pretty mismatched eyes of hers. “Yeah, it was a little hectic,” he said.

Even if he couldn't be there for things like a senior dance, he found solace in the fact that even someone like Zayne couldn't just call Cinders at midnight and talk for hours about anything and everything. He stroked the pendant with his thumb as they fell into their usual banter and conversation.

[sah-crescentmoon]

I love focusing on the designs of eyes. They are after all the window to one's soul. I try my best to emphasize it through color of the eyes to represent each character well. I hadn't realize how unique Dalnim's eyes are compared to the other characters of mine (only other unique set of eyes would be Iris').

So, far you are not wrong. The adults do pity him and are somewhat concerned. But, his lack of value as a soldier makes them just ignore him as long as he is fulfulling his duty as a soldier (even at bare minimum). The reason they do not get more involved is because they are quick realize that he doesn't want anyone getting involved with his life similar to his sister. Neither siblings apperciate other butting into their private lives. Also cause like, anytime they try to talk to Dalnim, he will never say a word to them. Rather, he would just end up staring at them lol. Dalnim only trusts Iseul since she is like an older sister (and has been filling the hole that Noeul left. Yes, Noeul hates that a lot). So, most adults just leave him be and just lets Iseul take care of him (Iseul is not aware of this at all). I am a bit more cynical in my own writing since I think canonically other characters would actually be more helpful to him.

The photography job was mostly one he chose after learning to use the camera and liking it. Of course, someone had to tell him that the job existed. Though, it is true that they mostly use it to keep Dalnim away from getting killed. However, it was also to keep a closer eye on him because of previous moments where he has shown to be an aniti-war individual. Also, he has been sent across enemy lines to take photographs (where he would meet Iris).

Overall, you are understanding where I am going with Dalnim. He's simply there. Yeah, people notice him. But he's sort of forgetable since he just doesn't talk. No one knows what to say to him. The only ones who keeps their eyes on him is Iseul and Noeul (and perhaps other soldiers). But only Iseul gets involved.

Perhaps I am misremembering here, but I had always assumed Nayeon's character was the "friendly girl next door". Anyways, where you take her character, it will still be something I will look foward to. Her more friendly personality compared to Jollin's is a cute dynamic. It would be cool if Jollin did assume she was faking it, but would learn that she really is just that friendly. Overall, I think Nayeon is an adorable character. I like to imagine that one picture of a cute baby animal then in the back you see their mom. Of course in this instant, its Nayeon and her grandfather. Though, I can be 100% wrong on this interpertation lmao. I don't know why but this is how I view them.

Something I did while I was waiting for class.

I don’t know if she would be a new character of mine. But if she was, she would be working as an archivist or doing something based around culture. Idk. She isn’t a character I would place in OFP since she wouldn’t be a solider. She would have been exempted.

The quality came out a bit wonky

[miguxadraws]

teaching pomni how to dance

what type of music would they dance to? i dont even know! but i think dancing with your partner or teaching them how to dance is the peak of wholesomeness!! actually adorable...

astral circus AU belongs to @chelledoggo

[tricoufamily]

just some ivy league kids trying to figure out necromancy

[serenedash]

idk if anyone has ever asked me this LMFAO well for Skuld and Ephemera I stick to canon since it was confirmed in the novel that Player, Skuld and Ephemera were all in Anguis and then Ephemera switched to Unicornis (in game it would just say that you and Skuld are in the same union, whatever you chose, and that Eph used to be in Skuld's party but left and changed unions, whatever union he switched to would depend on your own union) and I love this so much because Eph switching to Unicornis makes SO MUCH SENSE because hey if Ava won't give him answers, might as well switch to Ira's union as he's leader of the foretellers. Who better to ask about the Book than the leader?

Strelitzia is an Ursus girl I don't care, in my heart she is Ursus and that means Elrena is too. I didn't want to stick Strelitzia in a union that would give off the idea of her being like. idk cute and feminine??? I feel like Strelitzia is boiled down to being "cute little sister" a lot so I don't like the idea of her being in Vulpes or Anguis.

Lauriam being in Anguis just feels right idk it just does, and I think it makes sense for him and Strelitzia to be in different unions since he wants her to become strong and independent. Like you just KNOW they got to Daybreak Town and Strelitzia went "let's be in the same union!" and he went "okay you choose :)" and she signed up for one union and he immediately signed up for a different one right in front of her LMAO peak sibling behavior, I know she would be like >:O!!!!!

Brain is in Leopardus!! I have many feelings about him and Gula even if we never see them interact. I like to think if Gula sees someone he views is similar to himself he'll approach them to join his union, like I headcanon that Gula and Brain are actually from the same world (Midgar from FF7) so Gula kinda just snatched him up like "HEY SAME HAT" type of deal, they have similar personalities imo

Ventus is in Vulpes I think! I could also see him in Leopardus but I think Vulpes makes the most sense because of how he's presented to us. Like despite Ventus being a young kid in khux, he's shown to be extremely capable and powerful which is evident by his keyblade being missing ache as a keyblade you receive in proud mode. And I'd like to note it's not even the first keyblade you can receive from proud mode but the third which makes it more impressive. I'm realizing if you didn't play khux obsessively like I did this might not make sense but in the weekly rankings vulpes was basically always number one with the hardest competition to beat as the largest union as well so the strong wielders/players that did the best were CRAZY STRONG

anyway yeah that's my thoughts :)

I am once again saying please please please talk to me about khux

[teeayohess]

{ 18 simlish horror-themed recolors of misstiikeri+eir's m2f crooked tee } what a mouthful lmao

i wasn't too sure about how these had turned out at first, but after seeing them in game they actually grew on me, so here they are. thank you @gvaudoiin-tricou for encouraging me to finish them and share! i hope you like them :-)

since this is essentially a mash-up of several people's work (see credits), frankenstein-ed together, it feels pretty appropriate for the theme.... 🧟‍♂️🔪🦇🩸👽 consider this a tiny late simblreen treat, hehe 🎃

these separate tops are for AF only*, since that's what i needed in my game (but the TF/EF meshes should be easy to copy-paste onto) [edit: *added links to an AM version as well]

they are categorized as everyday, sleepwear and athletic (not sure who would want to sleep or exercise in fishnets but hey i'm not judging. also it's really easy to remove them if you like, since they're a separate texture from the shirt)

compressorized, tooltipped, and the files are labeled clearly. the swatch and previews are included in the rar file.

full disclosure, this mesh has a few issues i don't currently have the skills to fix: it has no fat morph (😑), and there is some clipping in places depending on how the sim moves, and a few dark spots (not super noticeable with the black texture, thankfully). if anyone feels inspired to fix the mesh or add morphs, i'll happily update this post and the linked file.

>>> get them here: { SFS } { MF } [edit: AM version here: { SFS } { MF } ]

credits, swatch & unedited pic under the cut.

swatch: (labeled according to the file names for easy id; i suck at reading simlish so 'flash' was all i could understand from that one, apologies if it's incorrect lol)

unedited preview: (taken in-game, with neutral lighting)

credits: the77sims & misstiikeri (original male mesh & 3t2 conversion) eir (m2f conversion) trillyke (fishnets), monilisasims (4t2 conversion) littlecakes (graphics), kalux (4t2 conversion) surprisepeach (graphics)

[royaltea000]

I’ve never felt so conflicted about a franchise in my life but at least this dude was hot

[taruruchi]

Bundling up for the winter 🫶

Taglist: @solxima @angelwishess @scint1llat3 @distant-velleity @twtysevapr @cynthinesia @h0neybane @viperbunnies @linabirb @thehollowwriter @wafflethewitchboy @siphoklansan @jewelulu @skibidibabygirl @gimmeurmoneyagh (ask me if you wanna be added/removed!)

[baeshijima]

ever since the 5.2 trailer this is all ive been able to think about

once again, the genshin pokemon au thoughts are running wild

excuse the mega long rant in tags bc i geeked out perhaps a lil too much abt pkmn au but ourghghg.... we do not talk abt how i spent at least an hour writing all this out....