#bth asks and answers

[gingerteawrites]

BY THE HEARTH: SWAY

A/N: Hello hello again. I know, it's been slightly more than a week🏃🏾‍♂️. BUUUUUT, I'm really proud of this chapter and am excited to share it with you. Thank you all for being so patient with me, and please let me know how you liked this installment of BTH! Read previous chapter here.

Content:Royalty!AU, Nanami x female reader, king Nanami, Princess Y/N, Widower Nanami, Toddler Yuuji, hurt, angst. Not beta read

Word count: ~2.6K

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ACT VI

The king’s arm wraps around your waist and his other hand finds yours, guiding you into a formal dance position at the center of the dance floor. The rigidness of your postures remind you of your first dance teacher, a cynical old man who thought of dance as but a formality. Something that must be executed down to the last instructed detail.

The musicians drew out a slow tune, cueing you into the beginning of the dance. You take slow, deliberate steps, flowing alongside the melody, executed to perfection. Left and right, clear and bright.

Despite your best efforts to only think about your steps, the proximity with this strange man was a difficult thing to get used to. He seemed so consuming. You found your senses filled with the earthy scent of his cologne. The shadow of his frame towered over you. You willed your mind to stay on the task. Left and right, clear and bright.

But you couldn’t help your thoughts wandering back to the last time you were this close with him. The thundering storm, the weeping stained class. The stiff hold. The kiss.

This was not the time to reminisce. You chastised yourself with a soft sigh.

Now desperate for a distraction, you looked over his shoulder, discreetly scanning the crowd. The attendees seemed to move in slow motion around you, chatting about, eating and drinking. But you did not miss the way their eyes fleeted over you, pretending not to watch. All but one engaged in this game of hide-and-seek: Yuuji, who observed your tango intently, bringing a smile to your face.

The king cleared his throat. Your distraction was caught.

“It is impolite to look away from your dance partner.” He comments, tone surprising you with its lack of accusation.

“I apologize, your majesty.” Your eyes return to the amber of his, striking in their depth. They gave the impression that he could see through you, making you simultaneously want to hide and bare yourself. The latter urge won. “You can be quite intimidating, that is all.” You added.

The tempo of the music changed, and you each crossed your arms over the others’, spinning gracefully so your back was to his chest, maintaining the rhythmic steps in his hold.

“I do apologize.” He spoke quietly, his warm breath against your neck causing an unintentional shiver to run down your spine. “Scaring you is not my intention.” He spun your around, returning to your steps face to face.

Your heart thrummed with foreign excitement. This man, whom you had spent the last few weeks pondering about only made your curiosity bloom more. Was he truly being honest? Was he not malicious in regard to you? Could you trust his words? This was perhaps your opportunities to find answers.

“I cannot help but wonder what your intention is in having me here” You ask, eyes boring into his, hands resting high on his shoulders. He twirls you around, catching you by the waist to bring you back close to him. You could feel the velvet of the cape draped across him caress your bare shoulders.

“Did you not want to attend the ball?” his voice is low, for your ears only to hear.

“Having me in this kingdom, not the ball.” You correct, mirroring his tone.

You can see him hesitate for a second. As if contemplating whether to be honest with you or not, and the flash of doubt you see behind his deep eyes makes you itch uncomfortably.

“Well, why does one marry?” His answer is a non-answer. You suddenly grow frustrated, pressing closer. Maybe with you right in his face, he would need to be honest. You were thirsty for answers. For any information.

“For a plethora of reasons my king.” Your tone hardened, emotions swelling with the music “I only wish to know which one is responsible for this arrangement.”

He looks at you with a raised brow, and you cannot tell if it is in curiosity or annoyance. Regardless, you refuse to back down. Some part of your brain registers the music swelling higher, strings spinning faster, and while your bodies match the tempo, all your attention is on the man facing you.

“I know this marriage was advantageous for my kingdom, that is a given. But what are YOU in it for?” You drape a hand around his neck, drawing closer to his ear to ask the question.

The music pulls you away, both of your spinning and bowing, before returning to your embrace, stepping in circular motions around the floor.

He draws closer to you so the side of his face almost rests against yours, his words grazing the shell of your ear. “Frankly, I ask myself the same question.” The king pulled away so his eyes found yours again, and the honesty they held did nothing to diffuse your confusion.

You wanted to ask more. To unveil what hid behind the hard shell that this man seemed to have surrounding him. But you had a feeling your king was not willing to divulge any more at this moment. It would be useless to press on.

So you kept swaying to the increasingly fast melody, letting Nanami’s hands guide you along with him, the rigid rules of dance forgotten, fingers tracing the outline of each other’s bodies, breathing in each other's scent. You lost yourself in this trance, forgetting all thoughts and anxieties, even if for just a moment. He spun you around, and the strings stopped their cry when you landed in a dip, chest heaving, heart racing after your breath.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you register your surroundings: the sounds of claps, oos and aas from all around reach your ears. Nanami helps you up and steps away, offering an arm with a slight bow. You notice the way his own chest heaves slightly, and how his eyes don’t leave yours. You wrap your hand around the outstretched arm, and walk away from the center of the floor, back into reality.

The orchestra resumes its play, starting the melody of a festive tune. Couples fill the empty floor, their intricate garments painting the room in shades of vermillion, opulent blues and purples as they spin about.

You have no time to fully recover or untangle yourself from Nanami before a slew of people walk up to you, seeking introductions and a word with new royalty. You straighten your back, donning a polite, practiced smile when the first person approaches.

“Your majesties.” A noble decorated with too much jewelry bowed in greeting, a crooked smile pulling at his face “What a pleasure to finally see you out. We were starting to wonder why his highness had locked you away, but witnessing your beauty, we have no need to wonder anymore” He laughed at his own observation.

You chuckled, forced, awkward.

“Marquess Kamo.” Nanami greeted curtly, pulling his arm towards himself, drawing you close with the motion. A distinct sign of protectiveness. The old man’s grin faltered a bit, but he covered it with a gruff laugh, excusing himself with wishes of a nice evening.

“I look forward to seeing BOTH of you again.” He stepped away.

You looked up at the king once the marquess was out of earshot. “I take it we are not on very good terms with them?” You could swear you saw a hint of a smile play at his lips.

“He’s a cunning man. It’s better to be careful of his words.” He replied, turning towards the next group of people.

It felt like hundreds of people had come up to you to introduce themselves and offer some sorts of compliment. After some time, all of their words started merging together in your brain, and you were unsure you could distinguish between their names if you saw them again. Having been out in society since your coming of age, you thought you were prepared for formal events. But your home’s aristocracy was composed of a dozen families at most. You were positively overwhelmed.

Exhaustion tugged your body down, but the king by your side still stood straight, engaging in whatever form of small talk people approached you with. You rolled your shoulders slightly, feeling the duty to match his stature at least for this evening. Appearing weak next to a man like him felt wrong.

“It seems my wife has not had anything to eat yet. If you would excuse us.” The words reach your ears just as you call your attention back to the Countess before you, catching you off-guard.

The lady laughs, as if Nanami was the most amusing man on earth, waving her fan to shoo the both of you away. “Oh, of course your highness. As always, it was a pleasure.”

He begins to walk away with you in tow, and you look up at him in question, “I never said I was hungry.”

“I know you did not.” He beckons someone over before his gaze returns to you. “I just meant to give you a break.”

The next thing you heard was soft clanging noises, and a knight appeared before you, his ceremonial silver armor laying heavy on his shoulders. It commanded gravity, staunchly contrasted by the warmth of his grin. He exuded an almost boy-ish charm, at complete odds Nanami’s smooth allure.

The man bowed deeply, hand over his chest. “Your highness, I am royal knight Yu Haibara, at your service.”

You bowed your head in greeting, his smile causing you smile as well.

“If I may, you look absolutely radiant, your highness,” He complimented.

“Thank you, sir.” You replied politely.

Nanami clears his throat once again, calling your attention back to him. His expression, which had seemed to warm throughout the night had returned to its stoic disposition, his eyes focused on the knight.

“Haibara please find Alma and make sure her highness has some time to cool off.” You could swear he wanted to say more with the way his eyes lingered on you. But no more words were uttered.

Haibara looked at the king with a mischievous glint, before turning to offer his arm and guide you away. Despite the easy air that the knight carried around him, you noticed how alert he was, his eyes discreetly hovering around the room while he made small talk. You find Alma tucked into a corner of the room, as always, doling out instructions to the staff, and Yu relays Nanami's words to her.

She welcomes you with a smile, and takes you to the part of the huge ballroom with sofas and coffee tables set out where some ladies were already sat, enjoying hors-d’oeuvres and light drinks.

They all stand to bow when you arrive, and you greet them politely. With a social battery is already dwindling, you fail to notice the hostile looks coming from some, and wear your usual smile as you sit down. Alma hands you a flute of bubbly champagne along with some finger food, which you accept gratefully.

“Your dress is magnificent, your majesty. Pray tell, how much did it cost?” A lady, who introduced herself as just Mei inquires. Her talk of lavishness and riches are enough to fluster anyone, but another lady, countess Shoko tries to divert her attention, seeming to notice your fatigue. You smile gratefully at her.

Two glasses of champagne in, you feel the burning gaze of someone at the back of your head, and turn to see the king staring right at you. Your grow flustered, worried you did something wrong.

Am I drink too much? Does he not want me to talk to them? You’re too busy mentally going over the list of possible wrongdoings, while the ladies giggle around you, making you turn back to them.

“The king is usually so cold and uninterested.” One flaps her fan open, hiding her smile behind it. “I was convinced he could not be swayed by a woman anymore.”

The words leave you speechless, certain that the women have had the wrong idea. This man was indifferent to you, at best. Not even your exhilarating dance you shared would change that.

“Well they are married after all, so is it surprising?” Mei Mei adds, sipping the dark liquid in her glass.

“It’s not like it’s his first time married anyway.” Someone else rolls her eyes as she comments, and Shoko steps on her toes, causing her to yelp.

“So, your majesty, tell us about your kingdom. I have never had the chance to visit.” She turns to you with a slight smile.

You are conscious of her attempt at a distraction, but you indulge her, feeling nostalgic. You share with them the beauty of your homeland, the weather, the warmth. You mention your entourage; your siblings and friends. And in return, they share pieces of the workings of this kingdom. The major families and the power structure. You recognize the name Kamo, the man who introduced himself earlier, and recall a rigid man who carried the name Zenin who gave a curt introduction. Most of the ladies start fanning themselves when they talk about the Gojo family, emphasizing that their new duke was truly something to behold.

You are grateful for the conversation. You had not fully realized how much the isolation of the castle had made you miss such company. However, you could not shake the thought of the previous queen. Nanami's wife, Yuuji's mother.

How had the king had been with her? you wondered.

You are not surprised though, that no one brings her up again in the conversation.

Eventually, growing restless from sitting and some of the ladies with their shrill laughs, you excuse yourself.

“Are you feeling okay your majesty?” Alma approaches you quietly. “We can retire to your quarters if you want to.”

“Oh no,” you shake your head. “I have barely had time to talk to Yuuji. I’ll find you when I am ready to head back.” You countered. You dreaded the solitude of your quarters, and a part of you wanted to extend your time at the ball as long as you could.

Your eyes find the young prince standing alongside the knight from earlier. The urge to be in the child’s company fills you and you take a wide step towards him, eager to be near. Maybe it was the slight alcohol in your veins, or maybe it was the mental fatigue you kept pushing away, but you step on the edge of your dress and lose your balance, tumbling forward.

Great! way to embarrass myself in front of everyone. You close your eyes, bracing for the fall. And for the eventual ridicule. Of how the ladies you were talking with would probably laugh and gossip about this for weeks to come. You were exhausted.

A pair of hands slip around your waist, halting your fall and bringing you against a firm chest. You recognize the smell of sandalwood, and the softness of velvet before your eyes reopen to focus on the king's face.

“Careful,” he says, his brows slightly furrowed.

“I apologize.” You replied, now steady on your feet. But his hold on you does not falter, supporting your body.

Yuuji comes up to you running, and the king's hand slips away, giving you space to speak with the boy. Your body misses the warmth where he held you.

“Are you okay?” the child asks, touching your hand and looking up at you with the most adorable, shiny eyes that reflect a hint of worry. You coo, holding his hand and rubbing a thumb over it.

“Sorry that I worried you. I think I might be a bit tired.” You whisper the last part, as if sharing a secret. A smile returns to his face.

“That’s okay!” He reassures. “Papa said it’s almost my bedtime too.” He shared, hoping to relate to you.

“It is. I’ll say my good byes to a few people and then we’ll head back.” Nanami drew close to Yuuji, looking down at him as he spoke the words.

“Can she come with us?” The child requests immediately. He sees his father’s brow furrow and lets go of your hand, now clinging to him “Pleaseeeeee?” he makes the biggest puppy eyes, and you see the king’s resolve falter. He looks to you, and you shrug lightly with a smile, causing him to sigh. He stays silent for a few moments, trying so hard to reject the child.

“Okay.” he finally resigns, and Yuuji almost launches himself off the ground in joy. “Yes!”

And here we go once again. I promise things pick up steam from here one! Please let me know what you think :)

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[merakiui]

PLEASE WRITE THAT SPY AU PLEASE

I'M SO TEMPTED AAAAAAAAA,, orz but I can't write anything else until I finish tmdg (and the rest of the fics on my list). But just know that if I do write Floyd spy au, it would naturally have to include these very crucial details and scenes:

✧ hand-to-hand combat training with Floyd and you're one of the only other agents (aside from Jade) who can match Floyd's pace and sporadic fighting style. Exchanging blows is fun, even more so if you manage to give Floyd the ass-kicking of a lifetime. He's lying flat on his back and you're standing over him and he's never been more horny in his life before.

✧ reader finding out that Floyd's father is the head of the mafia they've been investigating on the sly. Perhaps it's one of those scenarios where the mafia has taken something from you or you're on the run from Mr. Leech's debt collectors, so there's lots of angst to be had when you find out Floyd is the son of your enemy. The betrayal is so yummy... orz Floyd being a wolf in sheep's clothing all along. Oh, you thought he was an agent allied under the same cause as you? As if. <3 (or the misunderstanding angst!!!! Floyd trying to tell you that he's different and not like his father, but you won't hear any of it.)

✧ things get particularly perilous during a mission and maybe the enemy has you cornered. You think this is the end, but then Floyd's there, killing them in the most brutal, cold-blooded way. And you don't see his usual goofy, carefree grin or hear his nasally laughter. It's just this blank, dead-eyed stare and the ever-so-subtle curl of his lip as he sneers at the one who dared to threaten his Shrimpy's life. He shrugs off the bloodlust afterwards just to give you a silly smile and say, "Aww, did I scare ya, Shrimpy? My bad."

✧ missions with Floyd as your partner never go to plan, which means you're both often called into Azul's office so he can scold the two of you (although most of his ire is usually directed at Floyd) for "fucking up the mission." And Floyd has such a smart mouth on him, so it drives Azul insane (even though Azul knows what he's getting into when he assigns these missions to Floyd; it's mainly why he has a partner. You're there to keep him in check). T_T

"But we got the stuff you wanted, Azul."

"Yes, but I specifically said it was to be entirely covert."

"But we got the stuff."

"But you weren't covert."

"So what? We got the stuff. Who gives a damn about—" and you're already dragging Floyd out before he can continue bickering with Azul.

✧ Floyd who always gets you into the most dangerous situations during missions and he's always the one who saves you from said situations. Danger just follows him wherever he goes, but he also has a penchant for inciting it.

✧ his code name is "Bind the Heart," but Floyd thinks that's so lame and so he just uses his real name even though Azul's choked him out for it every time. So now he settles for BTH as a shortening and if anyone asks what it means he says, with full seriousness, "Bacon Tomato Hamburger." LOL

✧ Floyd who is so down bad for you that he's always flirting with you in his own weird, Floyd way, and each time you shut him down with a stern, "Never gonna happen," because you're dedicated to your job (and love is a distraction in this line of work). But Floyd's not one to give up and he keeps trying because according to him, "Never might be today and tomorrow, but Shrimpy doesn't know what'll happen in the future..." (He's right; the two of you end up fucking months later because Azul booked a hotel room for you to share on one of your missions and it did have more than one bed, but why sleep separately when you can sleep together?)

✧ despite how closely you and Floyd work together and how chatty he can be when he's in the mood, neither of you know much about the other's personal life. Cue Floyd wanting to know more about you and you getting suspicious each time. And he always answers your questions with, "Because. Can't I ask about Shrimpy's life if I'm plannin' on bein' in it long-term?" He will be the death of you........ orz

✧ Floyd gets himself badly injured on a mission, so he's stuck on bed rest until he heals up. Which means you're transferred to Agent Shock the Heart in the meantime, and Floyd does not like the idea of you and Jade cozying up during missions. >:( he's in Jade's ear the entire time the both of you are on the mission (he dragged himself out of bed and to HQ's tech room just to steal the microphone from the agent who was in communication with Jade) and he's saying stuff like, "Jade, you lay a finger on Shrimpy and I'll break all of yours..." and Jade just has to be annoying, so he's like, "We get married in June. I do hope you'll be my best man."

✧ a classic confession in the midst of an argument. Maybe the mission got too risky and you have to leave behind your team; you and Floyd get into an argument about it and essentially it ends with him yelling, "Cuz I ain't ready to lose ya!" And you look at him with so much confusion because what is he talking about? And Floyd's so angry he's even tearing up and from there it's a soft admission of feelings: "Cuz I like ya... A lot. A whole fuckin' lot. And I'd rather those other guys take the fall than let you get hurt for 'em." AAAAAAAAAAA OTL

[l4brvtality]

Moonlight on a river 2/2

Pairings - Damian priest x Fem!Reader

Word count - 0.7k

Warning - Hurt/Confort, Fluff/ Angst

NOT PROOFREAD. Part 1

Damians POV

I walked into The Judgment Day’s locker room, getting ready for my match. But I noticed the atmosphere felt different. Dom and Finn were mostly quiet. They were never this way before?

“Guys tell me whats up why are you two so quiet?” I asked.

Dominik scratched his head as Finn opened his mouth to answer me.

“Look man we’ll talk after the promo,” Finn and Dominik both walked past me as I stared at them in shock.

After the promo , me , Finn , and Dominik walked back stage. Back to our locker room. I tried not to let my confusion get into the way of the promo, but I ofter found myself zoning out whole thinking about it. They had never acted this way towards me , so what made their feelings change? 

I sat down on the locker room bench as I waited for Finn and Dominik to talk.

“Look we know about the Y/N situation..,” Dominik spoke first.

“And we dont think what you did was valid man , I mean did you know what happened to her mom that day, and the fact you put the weight of a breakup on her is just cruel..” Finn chimed in.

I felt confused. 

“What happened with her mom?” I asked.

Dominik sighed as he began to speak.

“She got into a car crash — A drunk driver is what she said.” 

“Look the only reason we know this is because Rhea told us about. After she texted Rhea about the breakup, and she repeated what you said— she just broke down man,” Dominik had a sour look on his face , meanwhile Finn turned away from them both.

Then the realization hit me. Thats why her eyes were so red. She had been carrying a hard weight in her shoulder. And when I broke up with her , that was just the cherry in top. A heavy weight of guild filled my mind as Finn and Damian told me what had happened. By the end , I knew I had to talk to her. Make things right. That was the least I could do, I thought to myself.

Your POV

I layed in bed , curled up as a thick blanket covered my body, when I heard a key unlock the front door. My face morphed into confusion as I sat up from my curled up position in the bed. Soon enough I heard the door to now my own bedroom creak open. I felt my stomach drop as I saw a worried face. His face.

End of your Pov

He didn’t understand how you felt until he saw it. When Damian had walked into the bedroom , he first saw your worried and confused expression. Your eyes were bloodshot red and had darker spots under your eyes. 

“W-why are you here?” You asked. Your voice was shakey. Fragile. Like you could break any minute.

As you looked down, Damian came closer to your sitting figure. His hands found its place on both sides of your head. Making you look up at him. 

“I came to apologize. I didn’t know it was this bad — and I really messed up. I just want you to know it was a mistake. Ive been a mess these few days and I thought about coming back.. I did and when Dom and Finn told me what happened I knew I had to come back”.

“I know i messed up, just please ill do better this time. Im so sorry.” He finally completed his rambling as a tear rolled down onto your cheek.

“I don’t know if I could trust you so easily, b-but ill try. I just need you to regain my trust. Day by day.” You replied as  Damian blinked away the tears that threatened to drop from his eyes.

“I wanna make it up to you even if its little.” He said.

He opened his mouth to speak again. “Cmon let’s go eat dinner , and we could take a bth if you would like to?” 

I nodded as a sign of okay , and he went downstairs to get the food for us ready. A small smile found its way to my face as I finally felt joy enter my body. I was happy to finally have Damian back. You felt better already.

A/N ���� - Im sorry this is kinda short!! But im trying to get requests done im sorry for how late its going just know im trying 💕

[whumpster-dumpster]

Not sure if this is the kind of ask you answer, sorry if it isn't!

So I've been into whump for a long time, and I'd always done a lot for whump events like the bth bingo and whumptober (maybe one day I'll be an actual completionist lol), and for a given event it'd basically be one whumpee the whole time bc blorbo hyperfixation an' all

In the past few years I've become more into ladywhump and now it's basically all I read and write for. But I've noticed that I now struggle with a self-consciousness about focusing on one whumpee for these events that never even crossed my mind when I was doing the exact same thing with men whumpees. I'm assuming this might be connected to the stigma around ladywhump, like when it's m!whumpee I'm confidently like "there's no such thing as too much whump for this character" and when it's f!whumpee I'm worrying the whole time "is this gratuitous and kinda gross that I'd whump this one character every day for a month?" Idrk what to adjust about my thinking to get over this hang-up 😅

So, ig what I'm looking for here is...advice? Validation? Sorry if this is a weird ask, thank you for taking the time to read it

I'm sorry you're feeling that way but I can see where you're coming from. I honestly still feel that way about doing month-long events with male whumpees who just may not be as popular/may even be unpopular. Since lady whump is way less popular, it's tough.

I think it might just take repetition to build your confidence get yourself accustomed to month-long lady whump. Doing it the first time will probably be the hardest and then maybe it'll be easier for the next event. Convincing your brain over time that this is just as okay as male whump -- and it probably helps that lady whump is what you want. Convincing yourself to do something you didn't want to do would probably be a lot harder.

I don't know if that helps but I hope whatever event you choose to do next goes well for you!

[smilestrawbunny]

HI HI HI UM. Okay sorry if this is not put together at all, but I love your games so much and I'm actually shaking and I wanted to ask ssome quiiiick questions. Mmost of these are about Berrywitched, but some might be about other games 1) Does the Berrywitched MC have a name we can refer to them as? (Other than personal pronoun usage and stuff) 2) Also are Strawberry and the MC a couple in the good ending? I had kind of always thought so, especially considering the heart pupils in Strawberry's eyes, but I was never actually sure.

3) Also,, is there significance with these logos? I haven't played Cherrywitched in a little while, but I think they might have had something to do with the company that Inquiry worked at? (and at the very least I think it has something to do with Strawberry because she called Buttons a coworker in the vanilla/vanilla/chocolate cupcake dialouge)

4) And in the Wicked Witch ending, would Strawberry feel really guilty about pushing MC into the oven, considering what happened to her in Cherrywitched, being locked in that oven for who knows how long and all?

5) Is the older version of BW considered non-canon now? I know the games are still very similar, but they still have their differences, and I was just wondering on that one

6) Does the MC have a confirmed sexuality, or pronouns? Or is it just up for interpretation?

7) What are Memorial and Buttons' pronouns? I have a guess, but I'd like to just make sure.

SORRY IF THIS WAS A LOT I JUST GOT REALLY EXCITED . AND> AND. I LOVE YOUR GAMES SO MUCH YOU'RE SO AMAZING

Haha no sorry, never be sorry!!! I LOVE answering questions! :D

(BERRYWITCHED SPOILER WARNING???)

I call them "Leaf" in Berrywitched! and "Starfruit" in BTH (not out yet...) I know that sounds confusing, but it's just what I use to differentiate what game I'm talking about haha...

Up to interpretation I'd say!

That's the logo for the Council of Witches :) Same place Inquiry works under, yes!

So guilty she unalived herself... Poor girl :(

Yes, the 2022 version is now non-canon!

They use they/them, and are bisexual!

Memorial uses he/they, and Buttons uses they/them! Thank you for asking!

[in-hav3n]

Current james x autistic reader hcs if you’re not comfortable writing that than just a fluffy current james fic <3

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅

When James got in the car on that late afternoon, you quickly understood that that good mood he had in the morning when he left house had disappeared.

"Hey baby", you answered with a shy smile, your hands gripping the steering wheel. The features of his face were drawn, his lips pinched and his gaze darkened. He barely looked at you when he got in the car and only mumbled a low "hey" while he sat down on the passenger seat, besides you. He shut the door and quickly fastened his seatbelt, with no words or gaze exchanged. Not even a kiss.

Okay, no doubt. He was mad. You didn't say anything tough and shifted up the gear to go back on the road.

They were working on their new album and for the few informations he gave you, you could tell the collaboration was pretty difficult. Difficult because James was a perfectionist as well as Lars was. That's what you had deduced after you had caught up some phone calls - or phone arguments - between them. You never dare to ask him more details tough but you were smart enough to understand the purpose of their fights.

That's what you were living for 2 weeks now and since his attitude was quite intimidating in a way, you quickly understood that angry James didn't want to talk and needed time alone in his closed bubble. So as his girlfriend who cares a lot, you decided to surprise him.

"Where are we going?", he asked with a curious tone as soon as he noticed you weren't going back home but taking another unknown road instead.

"Somewhere...", you replied with a shy smile, looking over him. But he didn't smile back, still wearing this concerned mask and it started to concern you. What if he didn't like the plan ? Your palms got sweat and gripped tighter the leather of the steering wheel.

"Somewhere ?", he repeated again. "Hope it won't take long cause I'm tired. And don't bring me to groceries or something, I'm not in the mood for that". You gulped and didn't dare to answer this time. Instead you felt a hint of disappointment mixed with sadness. His words hit you in the face like a weapon and you even fought back tears, looking straight on the road ahead. You knew acting like this was immature but you cared so much and wanted to do things so perfectly for him that it hurts sometimes to see him not excited about something you had planned...

The last miles were a torture for both of you. When you parked the car at the edge of a wood, James frowned and wondered what you were doing there, in the middle of nowhere. You got out at first, grabbed a basket in the back of his truck and leaded the way. Luckily you didn't hear James' deep sigh as he lightened up a cigar, otherwise it would have made you feel sad, once again.

Your heart was pouding fast of fear and excitement. You couldn't wait to show him what you have settled but what if he refused ? What if became mad at the idea? This stressed you more than anything. James followed you still, smoking silently as you bth walked through the nature. Soon you arrived at the spot and stopped, waiting for him to notice.

Your held the basket against yourself as you shyly looked at his reaction. James glanced at you first, silently asking you why you stopped there but soon he noticed what you did for both of you : a cover in a nice and romantic place near a quiet lake.

You walked over him, showing him the basket with a little smile.

"I just thought that...you'd love some time off to relax", you started to say, bitting your lip, still wondering If he was annoyed or joyful. "I know you're working hard these days. I know the preparation isn't going like you wanted and...", you stopped talking again as you took a look around. "You hate surprises but I know you'd have refused so...", you were cut off by James lips on yours. He had moved quickly with a step to cup your face with his free hand, giving you a slow deep loving kiss on your lips.

When he pulled away, you looked at him with a frown and questions in your glance but he just rubbed slowly your cheekbone, smiling at you. And the James you loved the most, the cute and soft guy you fell in love with was now with you, replacing the grumpy one.

"You're an angel, you know that ?".

You blushed and showed him the basket. "Are you hungry?"

An half an hour later, you had a wonderful dinner together. James was touched you thought about preparing his favorite food and even dessert. He ate like an ogre for your delightment and you were both happy to finally share a tender moment together.

James rested against a tree, offering you his chest as a pillow. You snuggled up next to him as you were both sharing some grapes together. It was like the time had stopped, like you were just closed together in your own love bubble and it was magical.

"I really needed this...thank you baby", he said as caressing your face, taking between his teeth another grape you were handed. You smiled in agreement, giggling when he pretend to eat your finger.

"I wanted you to have some time off. I know how important this new album is for you and the guys but...it isn't good to work everyday in such environment without doing a little break".

James smiled and bend over to kiss your forehead. "You did good to bring me here. I wouldn't have come by myself for sure".

"I start to get to know you, big boy", you teased with a smirk and he cracked a laughter.

"I know that...", he said lazily as stroking your face features and hair. You listened to him as taking a grape and then sharing an other one with him. " I know sometimes I can be a real bastard and I'm really sorry baby. It's not against you, it's just...", he shrugged with a sigh. "This album is really a big deal and I want it to be perfect".

"I understand James, don't be sorry for that", you quickly replied as grabbing his hand to kiss the top of it. "I know what Metallica and music mean to you". He only smiled and bend over again to kiss your forehead.

"And I guess you have a stronger character now that you turned 60"

"Hey!", he giggled. "But you knew that when you choose me"

"I did, indeed. And I'll choose you before anyone else all over again if I had to...", you said with a tender gaze and loving smile on your lips. James could only smiled more and brushed his nose with yours.

You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling and talking about many things before going back to the car as soon as the sun started to disappear behind clouds. James helped you to pack up the things in the basket and grab it to the car, his other hand searching for yours.

You smiled and walked with him, happy that everything went like you wanted. He seemed happier too tough, the features of his face being less drawn. Mission complete.

Once at the car, James put the basket in the back and gently grabbed your wrist to pull you against his chest and against his truck's body, kissing you tenderly, his mustache scratching your lips and nose.

"Thank you again sweetheart. It was the best idea you could ever had for me".

"Anytime baby".

You both smiled to each other before leaving this beautiful quiet place with a lighter heart...

A/N : I'm so sorry dear anon, I didn't feel skilled enough to write something about autistic reader (sadly, I don't know much about it) so I preferred to offer you a cute and fluffy moment with our beloved old man. Also big thank you and credits to my good friend @liltingoddesss for this wonderful idea

[lu-twilights-pup]

Eyes 👁️👁️ wide open

Ears 🌾👁️👁️👂 cleared (there is no other ear emote, please run with it)

May I politely request headcanons of Reader flustering Twilight?

I gotcha! This is so rough i am so sorry)

DISCLAIMERS:

Tw fluff, cute, just a good mood, flirting

——-

This is no where near as difficult as you thought it would have been

Despite being hit on, flirted with, and eye by just about 75% of Hyrule, bth his and others, he still is rather easy to flush

Silly little pick up lines adn cheesy jokes wouldnt reallly do to much to him, maybe a bit of blush

He’ll laugh it off with you, flash a smile, find it cute and move on

Later though if he thinks about it agin, the actual flustering embarrassment will hit him a bit harder

Your more likely to outwardsly fluster him with flirting, joking or real

He cannot handle that in anyway shape or form.

The group was discussing Hylia adn goddes of their time, Twilight mentioning that he didnt consider himself to religious like some of the others.

You laughed, he asked you what was funny, you told him it was surprising

After all he was the answer to your prayers

It was over then and there, you had never seen a mad so red int he face before, and the collective laughs and hollers were NOT helping.

He stood no chance in attempting to respond, voice crack after choke after voice crack stumbling out of his mouth.

Whe he does get flustered his doesn’t just go red, he shrinks in on himself.

His ears go down and his eyes get big, like a puppy caught stealing treats.

Another time, you had shared a section of camp with him, it being cold you had opted to sit rather close-which was frying his brain enough already

By the end of the night, you had been wrapped around his side like he was a life size teddy bear.

Hyrule had asked if you were comfortable like that cause the angle loooked weird and you did not hesitate to confirm

He had asked if you were sure, he didnt mind moving

You told him you would pay money you didnt have for your own bed to be as comfortable as he was.

And thus his brain was fried the rest of the way

Dont even get started on the time yo complimented his accent adn he could not speak clearly around you for the next 3 days

Or when you had to split the bill of an item he dropped and broke after you ask him flat out how he was so pretty

And again when he sat staring off into the distance after yo had pat his head and said, jokingly, ‘good boy’ after he had brought something back from a shop you had asked for.

(He wasnt allowed to live that down for weeks)

Even wolfie isnt safe.

You had so easliy sat with the hound and began talking about your day, and spent a good bit of time talking about your admiration for the twilight hero in your lap.

Throughout the entire time that poor dog sat, ears pressed back, face pressed under his paws, afraid the redness he felt would be seen through his furr

[asukamood]

According to plan (BTH)

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Previous part — next part

First part

This post is part of the Bad Things Happen series.

***

Warnings: Implied torture (Don’t mess with Randy’s kids)

Synopsis: “Are ‘they’ in there?” The terrifying version of Randy asked, his voice a low growl that seemed to echo at the end of his words. Quite the nightmare fuel. Finch, however, did not let that get to him and nodded.

Before he could say anything else, Randy turned toward Bobby. “Son, don’t give them a hard time.” His tone softened just ever so slightly, but that could just be Finch’s imagination. “You go talk to Hacker first, I’ll join you two soon, okay?”

***

Finch bowed down after entering the office, only straightening up when Dream told him to. “You wanted to see me, my Lord?” The latter nodded, this time surprisingly alone.

Although Finch had little doubt that Blue somehow had his eyes on them.

He always did.

“Yes, I’m planning to move the recent prisoners to the abandoned warehouse.” He explained, letting go of his pen after having held onto it far longer than a human hand was supposed to. “I need someone to keep an eye on them in case they have the foolishness to try and escape. Would you mind taking that role?”

Finch shook his head. “Not at all, it’s an honor for you to entrust me this task.”

Dream smiled. “Reliable as always, thank you for your service, Finch. I will send someone to switch with you this evening, you are dismissed.”

He bowed in respect before making a bee line for the door.

He opened it and came face to face (well, that was a bit of stretch, he was taller than him by a few inches) with Blue himself, almost slamming the door on his face by accident.

Of course, when he noticed that he freaked out. “My most sincere apologies, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

Blue laughed before he stepped back out of harm’s way. “I am yes, there is no need to apologize. Although you have made your move right on time, be sure to check your texts later!” Before Finch had the time to answer, Blue skipped away inside Dream’s office.

“Angel boooy” He vaguely shouted in a sing-song voice, the last thing Finch saw before the door closed being Dream burying his face in his hands, slightly red.

He was not even going to bother questioning why or how Blue had his number, he did not need another headache.

He walked away, deciding to ignore whatever plans of mischief the man had made until he could not ignore it anymore. Besides, he had more important things to think about. Such as work.

***

“Do you always have to greet me this way?” Dream asked, his face still buried in his hands. Only this time, he had his boyfriend’s arms draped over his shoulders and locking him into a hug.

“Of course!” He giggled, gently yanking one of his hands down. “We both know you’ve grown accustomed to this nickname anyway, I would even dare say that you like it.”

Dream grumbled before he let his other hand fall onto his lap. “I do not. I am not an angel.”

“Oh, would you prefer a devil then? I mean, I guess that would not be too far off either. The way you make me feel is nothing short of devilish, I am sure even the demon of Lust is impressed.” He winked and Dream started to question why he fell for him in the first place.

He shook his head. “Do you never get tired of flirting with me? We are already together, there is no need for you to keep seducing me.” He turned to look at Blue and by the way a smirk started to spread across his lips, Dream knew that he was about to bitterly regret saying it.

“No, I do not.” he whispered, before moving and spinning Dream’s chair around so the latter would be facing him. His fingers hooked themselves on his chin and he tipped his head upward this way, forcing Dream to look at him in the eye. “You know how greedy I can be when it comes to you, I don’t think I’ll ever have quite enough.”

Dream flushed before he escaped from Blue’s piercing gaze, returning to his paperwork in the hope that it will be enough to wash away the embarrassment from his face.

Blue merely smiled, all according to plan. “Anyway, as much as it delights me to see you like this, it wasn’t what I came here for.”

Dream arched an eyebrow as he turned back to look at him. “Oh, did you need my assistance for anything?”

“No, it’s more like you needed to be reminded of an issue.” Dream looked confused for a moment, racking his brain over any conflict he might have overlooked while working on other things.

Nothing matched his definition of a problem.

“I’m not quite sure what you may be referring to.” Blue chuckled.

“Well, you have cornered the criminals, but what will you do with Hacker? Just returning him to the dungeons once he recovered might be too utopic, wouldn’t you think?” Dream opened his mouth to object, but no sound came out of him.

Suddenly, he collapsed on top of his desk. “Darn it.”

***

A few hours later, when Finch had just gotten to the warehouse, his phone beeped, signaling a new text had been sent to him. He flinched at first before frowning and taking it out to see who it might have been.

An unknown number.

“Randy and Bobby will arrive shortly, welcome them warmly!” Oh right, Blue did say that he would send him a text earlier. Though, he did wonder what that last part was supposed to mean.

That is when his ears started picking up... oddly loud stomps. He looked up from his phone slightly confused and almost dropped the device on the ground when he noticed a 6’6 beast with giant and sharp as knives claws slowly approaching, eyes filled with the blackness of hatred, sharp red slits as pupils.

If not for his blond hair and the familiar green blouse, Finch must have mistaken the man for a demon. He did now understand why he was wanted.

In front of him, a little boy no taller than 5’4 was quietly walking toward him, arms crossed and a nervous frown. Both of them finally came to a stop in front of Finch, Bobby twiddling his thumbs a bit from nervousness.

“Are ‘they’ in there?” The terrifying version of Randy asked, his voice a low growl that seemed to echo at the end of his words. Quite the nightmare fuel. Finch, however, did not let that get to him and nodded.

Before he could say anything else, Randy turned toward Bobby. “Son, don’t give them a hard time.” His tone softened just ever so slightly, but that could just be Finch’s imagination. “You go talk to Hacker first, I’ll join you two soon, okay?”

Bobby nodded and then Randy phased through the wall with a trail of dark red mist behind him under Finch’s bewildered gaze. Freaked out screams came from within the warehouse as the wound of heavy footsteps just grew louder, the impact becoming stronger until those from outside the building could feel the ground under them vibrate ever so slightly.

Just as Finch was about to attempt to stop Randy from drenching the warehouse in a bloodbath of guts and gore, Blue suddenly crept up from seemingly nowhere almost ending up with Finch’s fist in his face again.

When will this man learn not to spook people out of their skin?

“Hey Finch, long time no see!” Blue smiled, ignoring the screams of terror and agony that escaped the confines of the warehouse. Torture probably was too weak of a word to describe the kind of atrocity Randy was doing in there.

Best to make a mental note not to make the man mad.

He deadpanned as he crossed his arms around his chest. “We spoke this morning.”

“But that encounter was so short, it doesn’t count!” Blue argued before a small cough came from the third party. Their eyes fell on an awkward Bobby, who seemed to feel uneasy by staying there... or perhaps it was because of the loud clatter within the walls that was soon followed by a wail of rage from his father.

“Can we go see Hacker already?” Bobby frowned. “I don’t want to stay here.”

“What a roundabout way to say that you’re worried about him.” Blue remarked, an amused smirk on his lips. “But you do have a point, we are wasting time. Are you going to come with us, Finch?”

The latter shook his head. “I was stationed there; I can’t just walk away from my duty like this.”

Blue shrugged. “Your loss. Alright, Bobby, come with me.”

The teenager had been unusually quiet and obedient this whole time. He nodded, trailing after the man with the scarf not without turning back and eyeing the warehouse.

***

“Wow, you look like shit.” Hacker opened his eyes at the sentence, eyebrow raised. Even with his blurry vision, he would recognize that mass of messy hair stuck to a small head from anywhere. He sighed.

“And you’re as disrespectful as ever, Bobby.” The latter scoffed; his worry hidden behind a fake layer of annoyance. If Hacker were not pretty much blinded by his blurry vision, he probably would have noticed the slight glint of concern in Bobby’s eyes.

One thing for sure, Blue noticed it.

“How the fuck do you always gets yourself into those kinds of situations anyway?” Hacker attempted to roll his eyes but that only had the effect of making him even dizzier than he was seconds prior. ‘No rolling eyes’ rule has been implemented into his memory.

“What can I say? Danger finds me really hot.” He attempted to laugh but it only came out as a pathetic fit of coughing. Bobby’s façade faded as he finally allowed his facial expression to fit his current emotions.

“Are you okay?” Hacker’s smile did little to relieve him.

“I’ll live.”

***

His subordinate arrived a few minutes later, eyes wary as they eyed the warehouse’s walls where terribly breathy screams echoed within. “Uh, sir? Is... everything okay in there?”

“Yes. Keep guard and do not let anyone near this area. The only person you are allowed to let out of this place is the blond man in a green blouse that will come out shortly. Do you understand?” Finch crossed his arms as they nodded, still looking quite worried.

“Good, I’ll be taking my leave then.” Finch would have normally felt bad about leaving without much of an explanation, but he was honestly exhausted and quite eager to get away from all the noises.

Besides, he had more important things to do.

***

“You wish to know what we will be doing with Hacker after he’s discharged?” Finch nodded as Dream scratched his chin in thought, Blue already mentioned the subject before but since that time, he still did not really produce anything.

“If it would not bother you to tell me, yes. I wish to make early preparations if he were to go back to the dungeons.” He explained, keeping his tone calm. Personally, he thought that sending him back to the cells would be an awful idea but if it were what his lord wanted, then he would not oppose him.

“This situation is quite a complex one, so I have not come up with a concrete course of action yet. Though, I do know that a transfer is necessary, we cannot keep him in the dungeons forever, that would just make conflict arise.”

As he spoke these words, his earlier conversation with Blue came to head.

“So, the most practical solution would be to have him kept in another place where you could monitor. You cannot exactly release him from prison completely, yet you also cannot have him stay in the dungeons. What do you say?” Dream looked away.

“... I’ll mull it over later.”

Unknown to him, it seems like Blue has conversed about the topic with Finch too.

“Being guarded by someone he is familiar with is bound to make him feel more at ease than not. Besides, I do not think an environment like a regular prison would either, it is bound to make him relive some kind of bad memory at some point.” Finch’s narrowed his eyes to him.

“And why are you telling me this?” He could not be trusted.

He smiled. “It could come in handy.”

“...” Finch looked away. “Maybe he could stay in my house.”

It was only when Dream let out a bewildered ‘what?’ that Finch realized that he had said that aloud. He cursed inwardly.

But now that he had introduced the solution on the table, he might as well commit to it before he made a complete fool of himself.

He could not allow that, especially not in front of Dream.

“I don’t use it most of the time and I have cameras placed all over the place, it would be easy to monitor him.” He explained, taking a brief pause to sort out his thoughts. “Since no other criminal or officer would be posted there, it might lessen the chance of him being sabotaged again too. Of course, if you wish to, I could always make some arrangements so that you may also be able to watch--”

Dream held up his hand, Finch closed his mouth. “There is no need to say much more. You will not need to give me access to your personal cameras, that would be a breach of privacy, but do remember to update me.”

Finch looked surprised but nodded, nevertheless.

“Understood, my Lord.”

From the security room, Blue smiled.

All according to plan.

[korokposting]

🌵📚🏜️

For the writing ask game!

(playlist you love) - already linked the bth playlist in a previous ask, so I'll talk about the sort of music I write to in general. tends to be on the softer end of my music taste, more indie-pop/indie-rock than goth. lucy dacus, boygenius and car seat headrest dominated all my spotify stats for the entire time I was writing bth

(last thing you wrote in your notes app) - my wifi password lmao, I have to dig through old dms every time I need it so I finally decided to copy it down

(favourite type of comment to receive) - I know this is a very generic answer but I get so excited whenever I get any comments, the fact that someone liked my work enough to say anything at all makes me happy! that being said, I especially love people telling me what their favourite details were, or how it made them feel

[yuujis-sunshine]

DAY TWENTY-ONE: CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

Cadis Etrama Di Raizel/Shy! Noble Clan Leader! Reader

Synopsis: The Reader asks Raizel if he wants to go Christmas shopping, and to her surprise he actually agrees.

- FLASHBACK -

“U-Um.. Rai. D-Do you wanna g-go... shopping with me?” [Name] asked embarrassed as her head was down. She was waiting for a response but didn’t hear anything, but on her way out she stopped to hear him say,

“Of course.” Your heart began to drop at his answer as the other side of you began to squeal in excitement. This would be like a date with the NOBLESSE, especially since she had a crush on him for a while now.

- NOW -

[Name] and Raizel walked around in the mall side by side as a blush pierced on the [Last Name] Clan Leader since she never thought he would actually agree to doing a thing like this. It´s just only me and Rai-kun.. I feel sooo nervous right now! She thought blushing hard as they continued to walk together, not saying anything to one another. But stopped when [Name] had stopped to see her staring at something,

“C-cute.“ [Name] thought.

On the other hand, he just stared at the cat plush before continue to walk and see all of the prices down for most of the items in the mall such as toys, outfits, food and accessories of home. But as they were walking, [Name] noticed that Raizel wasn´t beside her anymore when she was getting things in a aisle so she panicked since she was not used to being by herself in a huge place like this.

Then stopped to see something in interest of Rai since he would always like ramen. So she picked up two six pack of Ramen cup udon noodles and decided to put it in her seperate grocery bags since she had some clothes & accessories in one bag and of course the ramen cup noodles in the other. She then started to look for the Noblesse throught the mall before feeling a certain presence behind her.

“I am right behind you, [Name] [Last Name].“ Raizel said making you gasp in surprise as she seen Raizel with a bag in his hands. To your surprise, he handed the bag to you and decided to look inside and see a cute cat plush inside. A blush hid on your face as she handed him the box of ramen udon noodles, and he had a small from how thoughtful she was. Bth stared at each other before she finally told him,

“Y-You knew I wanted this?“

He nodded at her in response.

“Is that why you left me alone?“ Nodded once again.

Both of them stared at each other for a short amount of time as she had checked out everything they had in their hands and left the store together side by side.

[uzumakisavior]

As soon as I get through my threads, I'll work on new starters. Here is what I am tracking so far, I know I'm missing a few. Dm me and remind me. I'll add it to the list.

Drafts

@inun4ki:

1 ask and 2 starters for Sugu, 2 starters with Yura (we love Yura and Kaede in this house), and I want to start something with Vayne once our other threads are done.

@ofrosegold : we have one long rp going on here. Very deep, long term, and thorough. I appreciate it. I lost count of our asks bth. I think, 2-3? I know these are important. I have them saved in my asks i promise.

Also, 1 starter for cult Geto.

And a 2 threads.

@origami-assassin

1 thread, 1 ask/starter for sugu, and 1 starter (you made) for Uraume. I'm interested to see where Uraume brings us.

@ofxcrimsonxedge 3 way rp with Sukuna, Kaede @inun4ki and Uraume. :D

@praeteritus-memories

Gyah, we must be having a blast!!

1 with Shoko. A whole plot. Ending with Shoko losing Sato. Oof. So angsty. 1 satosugu. It was supposed to be a happy ending, but we can't have one without a little trauma, right? Are we taking after Gege? Who knows. Dr. MARUKI will be making an appearence. -oh!!! And we have a thread with Mauve.

Let's not forget our favorite couple, Ei and Sugu (I need to get friggin reply to that one I'm sorry)

A starter with Sensei AU Suguru and Andrian. How lovely. I appreciate that answer from Inumaki.

@elysian-noctuary

@cvrseduzumaki

Starter with....well....we shall plan it. Dm me. But we will be discussing themes and battles Suguru struggles with in character. I've been wanting this as a sugu main muse myself. I'm more than excited. I'm *creepy fingers/blissful smile satoru when he meets his new son levels of* happy.

@cursesavior

We have that one thread with Shoko. Sorry she gave you a hard time. It was so much fun. I can't wait to see more. She's grieving right now, and I promise she will be nicer over time.

@hxbiris

Your OC Rena with Suguru and Satoru. School life prior to star plasma vessel- starter. No worries. I didn't forget you.

@parieha

Sukuna and Uraume origin story. AU

@ratiosalaryman

Death of Haibara thread

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I think that's all I have? Let me know if you see this, and I owe you.

[eldrichfuck666]

🌸 TAG YOU’RE IT! Name your Top 5 OTP created by your fellow simmers. Spread the love and happy simming! 🌸

Oh, thanks for asking me this! I'll try, but since I'm very new to this community, I don't know a lot of people and I don't really know their ocs, so It's a bit hard to answer! Also, it's not really a top, because It's hard to say who's I love the most, so the order is free!

@celestos Mai/Mila! - They're such a beautiful couple and honestly I just love them so much! I love the way they interact with each other, I love every single post she posts with them. They're such relationship goals and the matching aesthetics are making me go crazy :') They're so lovely!

@cocodaintysims Ava/Joshua! - This is one of my favorite couples on the whole simblr, because, first of all - the fact that they were dating since high school, probably been though so much together, and the fact that Ava likes the way Joshua cook for her makes my heart melt - such a great match, omg! And I love everything with them, they feels so real and so alive if It makes sense! Their interactions!! It makes me blush skkssks and I WANT TO HAVE SUCH LOVE in my life bth!

@bl-sims-anime's Noah/Kira! - I don't have much to say, but I adore them and absolutely love them ^^ Also, they're such a well written and interesting ocs on their own, but the fact that they're so in love with each other... Every post with them gives me cuteness overload. And what makes It even cooler is the fact how much love is put into this couple! And I love that it's so spicy skskskkss

@simarcana Alika Diamandis/Noah Lewis! They're just so comforting and loving and honestly everything and I love how much chaos there is honestly. They're a perfect match, I think! And just... I adore them so much!! I def root for them!

@pralinesims Luca/Vale! I know they're not a couple, but the fact that they might be a couple if everything was different and I honestly love that bittersweetness in his stories & characters, i love how imperfect they are which is a bit painful, but they really make me feel strong emotions! Such well-written and detailed ocs, dear god... They feel so lively and that's what I like about them. I love them and I honestly ship them so much. They kinda remind me of Banana Fish characters and I don't really know why? I know that it's a really strange association, okay?.. They just have a special place in my heart and I have so much to say about them, just... I love that they're difficult and feel like real people that have been though things.

Okay, so here it is!! It's not all the couples I wanted to include there, but since you asked for top 5, here's 5 of my favs :) Have a great time of the day, nonnie!

[imeminemp3]

don't look im about to be really weird i love the "actors on actors" videos paul dano is in bc he asks such good questions and seems really interested in the answers and ofc he knew jgl prior but here he is talking w bth and he's like 'yeah i googled u today just for this' bc he wants to have good questions n he really cares anyway cringe over im normal again

[smilestrawbunny]

Question about The Harvest: will it answer what happened to Inquiry between Cherrywitched and Berrywitched, or is that not in the scope of the game?

Obviously it's not the main focus but I do wanna know how much of what we learned in the prequel affects the sequel.

Yes! Or at the very very least it’ll be vaguely mentioned what she does in between the two games. She is in BTH in flashbacks as of right now, but writing may change over time. Thanks for asking!

[adamsart]

Eventually 3 days later I talked to my wife and the only thing she had to tell me was I was an asshole because she really liked the guy and now he wouldn’t see her because he was afraid I was going to kill him. After 10 years together that’s all she had to say oh she also closed our joint bank accounts the first thing that morning so I couldn’t get to any of the 7 thousand dollars I had just deposited. I only saw Christine 2 times after that both of which she fucked me out of more money -and leaving me high and dry in a foreign place all she would say is you don’t belong here in Sacramento go home. My third surgery had to be rescheduled and I started a three year run living in motels and selling dope and took care of my homegirls that worked for there money. All of my possessions were either burned or given to my replacement even my dogs and my truck. I wasn’t going to be defeated. I came up with a method to take prescription pads and altering them to allow me to basically write any prescription I wanted and if they needed to verify that was fine too I had someone answering when they called. So having my new hustle having the pills my doc gave me and selling BTH I usually had a lot of cash but it would come and go quickly and people were trying to rob me or steal from me and that was there full time job. I put up with it. It became almost expected that anytime I let my guard down I was going to get shit taken. Even the police were stealing my money seriously cops stole more than anyone 17,000$ once and 36,000$ the second time. Shout out to Sacramento and placer counties hope you guys enjoyed your bonuses. So that was life for 3 years I eventually got my third surgury and had to heal on the second floor of a motel in Folsom ca. One day my homeboy slash part time pimp full time badass baybay came thru my room for some shit he dropped by and said he was just getting back from picking up a crazy chick for our mutual friend and wanna be player full time tweaker mark and was it alright if he brought her in she was acting scary and needed to get high. When they got to the room she walked in first and b lined it to the sink where she got under it facing the corner and rocking back and forth. She was flawless, young, beautiful she had this innocent energy that made you want to save her. So I ask beybey wtf homie is she good and how old is that girl I honestly was worried she was 16 or something. He told me she just needed to get high and calm down so I loaded a pipe and pulled her aside to see if she was ok and she was crying. She was terrified of being pimped out she knew bay bay was a pimp and he told her on there way to sac that it cost a lot for the gas and mark said that she would have gas money and she didn’t and so he asked how are you going to be able to pay me or when are you going to be able to pay me. Either way she made it sound like he was trying to gorilla pimp her to get his money. So I told her not to trip cause bay bay wasn’t a gorilla pimp so I tossed him 50$ and told him her debt was paid. Gave her some dope and bay bay took her the rest of the way to mark. After that Shelby made every effort to try to be around me and I was definitely into her so I made every attempt to hang out with her without offending marks ass too much cause he was already laying claim on little Shelby in fact I remember him calling her his little meal ticket or his future retirement she was sitting on a goldmine. He was steadily trying to get that needle in her vain and after he got her high on meth from a point it would only be a matter of time and a few tall tales before she would turn herself out and after that she was going to end up being a 2-300$ an hour girl and I’m sure she would have been pulling 4or 5 tricks a day. I waited for my opportunity cause Shelby was brainwashed she actually called this MF her savior man ignorance is bliss. So when she called me crying saying mark had kicked her out and wanted her to go back home until she could get the car her mother stole from her back.

[buddhisms-theory-of-happiness]

“Why did I have to be born to parents like this?” “Why do I have to have children like this?” “Why must I work for a boss like this?” “Why must I be the only one with this disease at such a young age?” “Why was I born with a physical disability?” “Why was I born in this country?”

Who decided these fates that have befallen us? Or what decided them? It is impossible for human knowledge to comprehend. All we can say is, "It's inexplicable."

“I don't know, so all I can do is try not to think about it." We try to put these thoughts away, but we can't help but think about it. When we are in pain, we ask, "Why me?”

Even with today's advanced studies and science, the answer is still completely unknown to most people, so they say things like "God decided this," "It is the curse of my ancestors," or "It depends on my palm/family name/etc."

The Buddha consistently taught that the cause of this inexplicable fate is karma. The law of cause and effect runs through the "three worlds”. In Buddhism, "three worlds" means "past (previous life)", "present (current life)", and "future (afterlife)". It is said that this life is just like one of the bubbles floating on the surface of a large flowing river. The fate we experience in this life is the result of the endless karma we created in the past (previous lives).

Three points I talk about in this video are :

"Each person’s own fate"

"The law of cause and effect"

"Cause and effect of the three worlds"

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