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spacequokka · 1 year ago

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For Me | Day 5

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: G Summary: Baekhyun invites you over for a Christmas movie marathon. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: established relationship

Here's a fluffy drabble set sometime after part two.

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Baekhyun was the kind of guy who got hyped up for holidays. He always went all out for Christmas. Competing with his neighbors for the highest light bill generated by the decorative mass of lights and lawn decorations was his newest hobby. His apartment was no exception. The interior would make Martha Stewart proud with the copious amounts of garland, candy canes, and holly adorning every surface. The man was a menace, right down to his meticulously wrapped presents and perfectly hung mistletoe.

You knocked on the door, and it swung open instantly. Baekhyun greeted you with a bright smile on his face. He was wearing a red and green flannel, a Santa hat perched on his head, and had even drawn a fake white beard on with eyeliner. "_____! You made it!" he exclaimed and pulled you into a warm hug.

“If I missed this, you'd come find me and drag me back here," you replied, engulfed with the mixed scent of cinnamon and pine as it wafted through the door.

"Of course, it wouldn't be a Christmas movie marathon without you," Baekhyun chuckled, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

"Not true. You could snatch Taemin and never notice the difference."

"Please. He doesn't get why I watch the same movies every year." He stepped back and gestured for you to come inside, revealing his apartment transformed into a cozy haven of holiday delights.

"True, but I wouldn't say I entirely understand it, either." You shrugged. "I just like seeing that little giddy smile you get. It's cute as hell." Baekhyun blushed at your compliment, the warmth of the room seeming to intensify as his gaze met yours. "Besides, they're not bad movies, and I like free food."

"Well," He took your coat and traded your shoes for fuzzy slippers that matched his, "there's no shortage of food this year. I managed to get that chicken place we like to give me a catering discount."

"Catering? For just two people?" You looked at him then over his shoulder towards the kitchen. The buffet he'd set up looked like it could feed a football team. "You're gonna get sick from eating too much, watch."

"Nooo," he whined, throwing his arms around you again. "You're here to help too! Whatever's leftover will feed me for the rest of the week."

"As long as you're not trying to overfeed me." You led the way to the couch and plopped down. "So, what are we starting off with? Comedy? Horror? Hallmark?"

He settled down beside you with two mugs of hot chocolate. "I was thinking classics. How about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? I saw the DVD in store and got hit with nostalgia."

"Ooh! I love those. They have an old-school charm to them, like Charlie Brown era stuff."

"See? You get me! That's why you're my baby." He pulled you close and kissed all over your cheek. "Okay, okay. So I made the cocoa when I got your text, so it should be safe to drink. If you get hungry before this one's over, we can pause and load up."

You nodded. "Gotcha. Until then," you put your legs over his and cuddled into him, "I just wanna get warm."

"Oh, I'm great at that." He pressed his face into your neck, lips tickling your skin. "Just some touches and kisses and you'll be on fire."

"Oh my gawd, you goober. Stawp!" You giggled, weakly pushing at his head and hands until he pulled away. The loud fanfare of the movie drew his attention away, allowing you both to settle down. Moments like these were the best. Just being held in his arms, being the most important part of his cute little tradition, were the moments you lived for.

Neither of you spoke much during the movie until his stomach growled loudly. His face scrunched up, and he paused the movie, looking at you with puppy eyes. "Babe—"

"Time to hit up your buffet?" You suggested with a teasing smile. He nipped at your neck again, then nodded.

"Please?" His voice was muffled, making you laugh out at his silliness.

"Come on. Let's see what you got."

As he unwrapped and unboxed the feast he'd ordered, you regretted eating anything at all that day. The spread was enough to give Thanksgiving a run for its money. "Stop looking at me like that! It's not that much food."

"My love, not that much for who? Are you inviting more people over?"

He shook his head. "Nope. This is all for you—well, us—but I didn't want you to need to leave or order anything. I have a case of wine, desserts, even that honey bun you said you liked from the donut shop."

You mulled his words over. "Wait, how long am I staying?"

His eyes sparkled. "As long as you want to. You said you had a few days off and we've both been caught up with work…"

You put a hand over your chest, then pulled him in for another quick hug. "Jesus Christ. Every time I think I've seen you at peak cuteness, you raise the bar. My heart can't take this if you keep maxing out the adorable boyfriend on me."

He bit his lip, and for a second, you could tell he was lost in thought. "…Boyfriend."

You side-eyed him. "Yes." A Byun in deep thought could be a troublemaker if left to his own devices. "A boyfriend I love and adore very much."

He nodded and luckily left it at that, pulling out plates and forks for you while you picked up the pretty festive wine glasses he'd put out for the occasion. Soon enough, you both were back on the couch with your food and drinks, continuing the movie. When that one went off, he let you pick the next movie, so you opted for your favorite, The Nightmare Before Christmas.

"You know," you said in between bites of the crispy, fried chicken he went "to the ends of the world" to get, "their relationship reminds me of how ours started out. I'm really thankful we had the chance to change things."

He watched you for a bit, then nodded. "Me too. More than words can express." He picked up his cup for a swig of wine. "But I'd like to change things again."

You looked at him, eyes wide. "In what way?"

He put down his plate and wiped his fingers on a napkin, prompting you to do the same. Whatever he was about to say had to be serious. "Well," he rubbed his hands together, the movie quickly forgotten as it continued playing, "I bought this townhouse with the intention of you moving in with me at some point."

You nodded. "Yeah, that's why you insisted I tag along for the viewing."

He turned toward you. "We never really set a date for that, y'know? And with Christmas coming up, it feels like there's no better time than the present."

You couldn't help but smile. "Is this your way of asking me to move in?"

"I mean, I think I could do better, but--" You cut him off with a kiss before throwing your arms around him.

"Nah, I like this. It's all cute and flustered and you." You kissed his cheek before sighing. "You're lucky I've been thinking about it too, with me missing you so much. I realized I wouldn't have to miss you if I could wake up and go to bed with you. So, I may have been packing already."

"You're serious?" He pulled back to look at you. "Please, don't joke about this. I don't think my heart could take it."

You shook your head, smile growing wider. "I pretty much just need to hire a moving service and figure out what to do with the furniture I don't need to keep."

"I love you so much," he bear-hugged you, peppering your face with kisses. "Just hearing that makes me feel better. This will be the best Christmas I’ve ever had."

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#kvanity #kchristmas #exo-writers-net #exo fluff #baekhyun fluff #superm fluff #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #happy holidays!

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parvuls · 2 years ago

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jack retires because of a leg injury and takes off to a small massachusetts town, still recovering physically and mentally. he spends his first few months in town getting accustomed to life without hockey, to bi-weekly therapy sessions, to walking with a cane. he spends most of those months angry - at the pain, at his limited mobility, at the world. he doesn't have much patience for others, and puts very little energy towards socializing with the locals.

by the time the next fall comes around, he's been through enough therapy, physical and otherwise, and actually looks forward to being home all halloween for the first time in years. to see the kids go trick or treating, maybe unearth his camera and take pictures of the festivities. maybe even participate in something. start feeling like part of a community again.

but when halloween comes, jack spends all night on his couch, alone, holding a full-to-the-brim bowl of handmade candy. no one comes to knock on his door. because kids judge quickly, and parents are slow to trust, and his first few months in town were enough to establish a reputation as someone to be avoided.

he stays up later than he has since he was a teenager, but when it becomes clear that no one is going to stop at his house he dumps all three bags of the halloween treats he ordered special - none of that chemically manufactured shit that's so bad for kids - and puts them out front, to be picked up with his garbage. and then he goes to bed, and tries very hard not to think.

bitty opens his bakery early. he happens to walk past jack's house on his way to work, and recognizes the bags sitting out front; it's hard to forget that order, from the man who asked him question after question about the ingredients of the candy he'd be giving to kids on halloween. bitty made him a candy-cane inspired sweet in the form of a hockey stick, and watched the man crack the first smile bitty's seen from him since he moved to town.

but the bags are all full out here on the sidewalk. and although bitty wishes he didn't know why, he can make a pretty good guess. he was new to town, once, too.

it's hard to purposely bump into someone who keeps to himself as much as mr. zimmermann does, but bitty is nothing if not determined. he stops by mr. zimmermann's cart when they're both out grocery shopping and makes sure to exchange small talk with him, just loudly enough for others to overhear. he moves his daily run from the evening to the early morning, although it's torture to get up even earlier than he already does, so the jogging crowd spots him running into mr. zimmermann and waving cheerfully. it's the little things. and if bitty can make one of his neighbors feel more at home, then he darn well will.

gradually, little by little, mr. zimmermann starts opening up. insists that bitty call him jack. keeps walking with bitty all the way to the register when they're both out grocery shopping, while gravely telling him about the importance of eating clean. changes his running route so bitty and he start their loop around the park at the same time, and when it gets colder, brings another set of gloves along because bitty always forgets his. bitty's not even sure how jack figured that out.

and it's other things, too. one day mrs. sylvester who lives down the street tells bitty that jack joined the book club, and while he never says much, she swears he reads all the books. ms. bishop, who works at city hall and can't keep a secret to save her life, leans over to bitty during their shared pilates class and whispers that she's not supposed to tell, but someone made a big donation to the town's community center. principal stacy announces the annual career day at the elementary school, and unsubtly suggests that perhaps new residents with unusual career paths may like to sign up.

the next halloween, jack spends all night on his front porch, wearing cat ears and whiskers drawn in eyeliner, with his arm around bitty's shoulders and a constantly emptying bowl of handmade candy in his lap.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #zimbits #all of my feelings about jack building a new life after hockey just spilled onto the paper I'm so sorry #I have a huge thing for rebuilding and healing arcs #text #pavfics

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bardic-tales · 19 days ago

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Nurturing November: Day 10: Likes / Dislikes / Hobbies / Unique Quirks

Throughout this month, I’ll be sharing character-building exercises that I have completed that will bring out my ocs’ more tender sides. This can be anything from snippets to oc questions to character analysis.

🎃 Autumn

Likes: Crisp air, pumpkin spice, deep conversations, cozy firesides, falling leaves, haunted forests, leather jackets, Halloween, spiced cider, vintage candles, full moons, Gothic novels, midnight walks, graveyards, tarot readings, witchy aesthetics, silent films, black cats, overcast skies, autumn storms, enchanted amulets, mysterious libraries, spiced apple, Sephiroth’s autumn scent, nostalgia.

Dislikes: Bright orange hues, pumpkin carving mess, loud Halloween parties, crowds in haunted houses, plastic holiday decor, kids’ trick-or-treating noise, candy corn, leaf blowers, sudden cold snaps, sticky caramel, crowded bonfires, plastic witch hats, artificial pumpkin scents, bright LED lights, tacky Halloween decorations, noisy hayrides, costumed mascots, Halloween pranks, candy apples, overly cheerful fall decor, burning leaves, overly commercialized Halloween, loud trick-or-treaters

Hobbies: Carving intricate designs into apples, night bonfires, collecting fallen Sephiroth feathers, moon-gazing, gathering herbs, reading classic horror tales, spell crafting, graveyard strolls, seasonal tarot readings, leaf pressing, gothic poetry writing, charm-making, potion brewing, drawing eerie autumn landscapes, collecting vintage spell books, writing letters in sepia ink, walking on misty paths, creating spooky story collections, candle-making, exploring haunted lore, knitting with indigo yarn, arranging fallen leaves, visiting abandoned buildings, stargazing.

Unique Quirks: Whispering incantations at dusk, leaving mysterious symbols near forest paths, singing to the moon, murmuring to leaves as they fall, gathering shadows on misty evenings, polishing her nails to blood-red stiletto for the season, always carrying an autumn-scented satchel, letting smoky eyeliner be more intense in autumn, watching thunderstorms, covering mirrors on Halloween, watching for foxes at night (before Gaia).

❄️ Winter

Likes: Snowflakes, silence of snowfall, vintage wool coats, starlit nights, the quiet of deep winter, Sephiroth’s voice in the middle of the night, midnight skies, fur-lined gloves, frozen ponds, hot mulled wine, Victorian ghost stories, roaring fires, candle-lit rooms, snow-covered forests, shadows cast by moon on snow, whispered secrets, celestial observances, cold air against her skin, lunar halos, frost-covered roses, moonlit snow trails, deep quietness, nostalgia for another life, ice patterns on glass.

Dislikes: Sudden winter storms as she develops hypothermia quicker than mortals, loud winter festivals, overly sweet treats, artificial winter decor, bright Christmas lights, forced holiday cheer, wet slush, crowded town squares, garish holiday colors, overly bright reds and greens, loud holiday music, crowded shops, plastic ornaments, wool that’s too scratchy, icy sidewalks, holiday parades, open fires in close rooms, bright winter sun on snow, Christmas carolers, ice on eyelashes, sticky candy canes, forced cheeriness.

Hobbies: Snow walking at midnight, crystal scrying, collecting snowflakes on black silk, polishing Noctemaris in moonlight, freezing herbs in ice trays for spells, sipping hot herbal teas, reading ancient tomes by candlelight, singing softly under snowfalls, creating “frozen” spell bottles, knitting scarves and gloves, making hot ciders, meditative breathing in frigid air, practicing spells that “crystallize” the air, writing eerie winter tales, sketching frost patterns, collecting animal tracks in snow, meditating under starlit winter skies, crafting snowflake-shaped charms, watching snow-covered landscapes, visiting frozen lakes, collecting small icicles, observing Sephiroth’s quiet form in winter light.

Unique Quirks: Always carrying a vial of dark winter air, leaving small feather prints in the snow, running fingers over Sephiroth’s feathers for warmth, polishing blood-red nails against black silk, weaving shadowy patterns into fresh snow, humming winter lullabies, wrapping her scarf like a ritual, reading under winter stars, whispering into icy breezes, adjusting her trench coat against wind, murmuring old spells that “freeze” moments, melting ice with her fingertip.

🎄 Winter Holidays (Christmas and Other Winter Holidays)

Likes: Antique holiday decor, silver bells, vintage holiday cards, velvet ribbons, candlelight, Sephiroth's reflection in snow, dark evergreen trees, quiet holiday mornings, solitude by a roaring fire, the scent of winter spices, moonlit snow-covered forest paths, vintage holiday songs, quiet exchanges, ancient holiday tales, wreaths made of real pine, handmade gifts, secrecy in gifting, stars shining brighter on holidays, dark holly berries, fallen snow glistening in lantern light, seasonal spiced cider, silence of holy nights, Sephiroth’s voice in winter air, mysterious holiday lore.

Dislikes: Tinsel, gaudy holiday decorations, too-sweet holiday treats, bright holiday lights, noisy gatherings, loud jingling bells, synthetic holiday scents, forced holiday cheer, fake snow, modern carolers, crowded markets, overly cheerful greetings, glittery ornaments, sticky candy canes, gift-wrapped boxes with plastic bows, plastic poinsettias, overly warm fireplaces, bright decorations, holiday-themed commercials, crowded holiday parties, holiday cheer parades, loud New Year’s fireworks, plastic Christmas trees.

Hobbies: Gathering fresh pine, handcrafting holiday wreaths, leaving gifts under moonlight, quiet holiday prayers, writing short tales by firelight, visiting dark, quiet groves, filling small vials with “holiday essence” scents, listening to winter winds, reading old holiday folklore, mixing spiced cider blends, hand-stitching indigo scarves, creating herbal-infused hot drinks, painting winter holiday scenes, arranging Sephiroth feathers in evergreens, quietly singing dark lullabies, sketching Sephiroth by holiday light, hiding small trinkets, carving charms in the frost, tracking snowflakes on glass, wrapping candles in holiday colors, keeping rituals around midnight, quiet meditations near the fire.

Unique Quirks: Writing her wishes on ice with a single feather, humming holiday songs and sharing them with Sephiroth, keeping holiday nights darker than usual, capturing frost in small vials, keeping her nail polish deeper red, dancing by firelight, sketching small snow charms in the dark, faintly scenting letters with winter herbs, crafting silent charms, staring at winter stars longer, lighting small fires.

#nurturenov #nurturenov2024 #nurturenov: fwc #oc: bianca moore - ff #fantasy worlds collide #fwc: ff #cd: likes and dislikes #nuturenov: day 10: likes . dislikes . hobbies . quirks

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roserocksrapidly · 1 year ago

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Shout out to the tgcf donghua team for understanding the assignment with qi rong's character design. The more I look at it, the funnier it gets.

He does NOT brush his hair but he is SLAYING with green eyeliner purple lipstick combo

Fur coat, tacky skulls, eye searing blue on green, popping his collar OVER TOP the fur lining

Alternate flavor candy cane trim, 1 single thumbless glove, 1 black undersleeve mismatched wrist bracers, DIFFERENT SLEEVE LENGTHS

Whatever the fuck is going on down here

Nasty xianxia hot topic clown man, 10/10, his ass is NOT ready for fatherhood!!

#tgcf #he's such a fashion disaster im obsessed #his dollar store villain swag #excited for hc to drag his ass on sight 💕

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greghatecrimes · 1 year ago

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what would you do for halloween/trick or treating if you were a house's fellow?

I love this ask so much!! I've been thinking about it for a couple days. I'd definitely wear some kind of costume to work on Halloween, maybe one of my (kinda badass) celestial/witchy outfits with eyeliner and eyeshadow. Probably I'd also vomit Halloween decorations all over the diagnostics outer office as soon as it hit October 1. House can take them down all he wants. I'll put them back up. Over and over and over. Halloween is the fucking best time of year and it's way too overshadowed by Christmas.

WAIT. OH MY GOD. I just remembered last Halloween when my boss brought two costumes to work. He had a closet cosplay of Steve Minecraft during the day, and then as soon as the higher ups left he went and changed and came back dressed up as HIS boss. 😭 Help. I would die to see House's reaction of me showing up to work on Halloween dressed as him (sans cane, but copying his outfit, no makeup, etc.) I'm changing my answer to this. Show up to work witchy af, and then after lunch come back with all my makeup gone, dressed in an outfit that looks ripped straight from House's closet LMAO

For trick or treating, I think it would be really fun to have a Halloween movie night/hangout with the other fellows at someone's house, and give out candy to trick or treaters together :) Spooky costumes mandatory! (A la classic halloween: vampire, witch, ghost, etc.) ("Yes Chase, you are allowed to cut holes in a bedsheet and show up as a ghost for a last minute costume")

#ask #halloween #violentferalcat #headcanons #greg house

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banannabethchase · 1 year ago

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helloooo! for the spotify prompt: 7 hangmox

Like You Damn Hate Me - also on AO3

It's an ugly sweater party at AEW, and Adam gets a glimpse at Mox's sweater. Which is definitely making fun of him.

Thanks love! Seven is FUCKBOY by REVENGEOFPARIS. So. Here we go! Also, I combined this with December prompt challenge day 17 "ugly sweaters". True chaos moments. Title from the above song.

Adam’s jaw drops as he sees Mox swagger in. He knows exactly what he’s doing in that shirt, and Adam can’t decide if he wants to fuck him or kill him for it.

He looks down at his own ugly sweater. While the cows were cute, maybe he should have gone with the “it’s not gonna lick itself” candy cane sweater.

He spends the Christmas party fuming, flicking his eyes over to where Mox is laughing and joking with Yuta and Bryan. They can’t possibly know.

“What is wrong with you?” Nick hisses. “You’re acting like you’re about to kill somebody.” He follows Adam’s eyeline before Adam can look away. “Oh, for the love of god. Him again?”

“I – again?” Adam asks.

“Yeah,” Nick says, eying him. “You forget that months long feud you two had?”

“Feud,” Adam says, relaxing. “Right. Yeah, that.”

Nick rolls his eyes. “Jesus. If you two start getting obsessed with each other again, I can’t promise I won’t make fun of you about it.”

Adam snorts. “Sure. Okay.”

He doesn’t mention that he and Mox have been doing stupid shit behind the scenes for almost a year now.

“I don’t want to know what that expression is for,” Nick mutters.

“Okay, you can’t say shit with the way you and Claudio keep looking at each other.”

Nick’s eyes widen. “How did you – what?!”

Adam laughs. “Really? Shit. I was joking.” He claps Nick on the shoulder. “Go get yours, buddy.”

Nick is spluttering after him as Adam makes his way to the snack table, an eye on the cheese platter. He’s about to grab a plate when somebody yanks at a belt loop.

He turns around to find the perpetrator swaggering away. He can only be sure it was Mox who yanked him by the middle finger pointed toward him.

“Asshole,” Adam grumbles. He looks around quickly – Matt’s mid-conversation with Nyla, Nick’s god knows where, and Kenny’s making out with Kota in the corner. He’s in the clear.

Adam follows Mox out into the hallway and looks around briefly, only to feel a hand on his arm yank him into a room.

“What the –”

Mox kisses him without another word, hands up and under his sweater, and Adam falls against the wall. He kicks out to make sure the door closes behind them. He moans, just a little bit, when he feels Mox’s nails dig into his skin.

Mox pulls back and laughs. “Eager.”

“You’re the one who yanked me into a,” he looks beyond Mox’s shoulder, “conference room to fuck.”

Mox shrugs. “I mean, I could rail you on the desk, but I don’t think we have the time. Or the lube.”

Adam curses the lack of decent sized pockets in these jeans. “Nope.”

Mox sighs. “Guess I’ll just have to give you my big package another time.”

Adam groans. “Fuck off. I can’t believe,” he says, shoving Mox against the wall, “you’re making fun of my bad dirty talk using an ugly Christmas sweater.” He drops to his knees and undoes Mox’s belt. “You fucking douche.”

Mox laughs, pulling his hips off the wall to help Adam get his jeans down. Adam doesn’t even bother taking them off. He just pulls Mox’s dick out of his boxers, already hard. “You don’t seem to be complaining.” He looks down at Adam, blue eyes sparkling. “You ready for my big package?”

“I’m gonna bite your dick off,” Adam grumbles, but he sinks his mouth around Mox’s cock and covers his teeth with his lips. He expects Mox to shut up, at least for a second, but he keeps talking.

“It’s not your fault your dirty talk was terrible,” Mox muses. “I knew what you were trying to do. The execution just sucked.”

Adam pulls back. “Not the only thing that sucks.”

Mox rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know.” He slides his fingers into Adam’s hair and pulls him back down onto his dick and Adam sucks it between his lips greedily. Mox keeps teasing him as Adam bobs on his dick, the fingers in his hair guiding more than pulling, but it’s still great. Adam’s hard against the zipper of his jeans and he slides a hand down to press at it, just a bit.

“Yeah?” Mox says, and he’s finally sounding a little breathless. “You like my package?”

Adam pulls off and glares. “Stop making fun of me or I won’t let you fuck me again.”

Mox juts his lower lip out, so mocking Adam wants to kick him. “Aw, really?”

“Yes.”

“Doubt it.”

Adam stands up and shoves two fingers in Mox’s mouth, who sucks hungrily. “You’re fucking impossible,” Adam grumbles, shoving his jeans down with his free hand. He gets his dick out and sighs. “Get ‘em wetter.”

“Yessir,” Mox says, garbled around Adam’s fingers. When he seems more focused on being annoying, Adam yanks his fingers out and spits in his hand. Mox makes a weird noise.

“What?” Adam asks, wrapping his hand around both their cocks. “You were taking too long.”

Mox groans as Adam starts to stroke. “Fuck, Cowboy,” he mutters, bucking up into Adam’s grip. Adam’s embarrassingly close from almost no touching, and he hates it.

“Desperate for it, aren’t you,” Adam says, stroking faster. “Little fuck boy, looking to get his dick wet from anybody.”

Mox exhales hard, an iron grip on Adam’s bicep. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants. “Where was this dirty talk last week?” His eyes flutter closed.

“Yeah?” Adam asks. “Not makin’ fun me of me now, are you?”

“No,” Mox chokes out. “Fuck, Adam, I’m gonna –”

“Come all over that sweater,” Adam growls. “Show everybody how much you like my package.”

“Alright, fine, your dirty talk is good,” Mox moans, but there’s a laugh behind it, and he comes all over the shirt and Adam’s dick. He slaps Adam’s hand away and curls a hand around Adam’s dick, stroking furiously. Mox’s come makes the glide incredible, and Adam has the wherewithal to tilt his hips just enough that he comes on Mox’s sweater, not his own. Whatever he says is a little too close to Mox’s name for his liking, so he cuts it off with a, “Fuck me,” as he tries to get his breathing back under control.

Mox grins. “Thought I just did.” He looks down at his sweater and frowns. “Sure fuckin’ looks like it.”

Adam steps back and tucks himself back into his jeans, adjusting his waistband. “Yeah. Good luck going out there without somebody asking questions.” He winks. “You got a shirt under that?”

Mox glares and carefully pulls the sweater off over his head. “Yeah.”

Adam takes a second to read it. “Oh, I hate you.”

“What?” Mox asks, stretching the shirt out. “I figured it was too much, which is why I got the other one.”

“That’s not the problem!” Adam says. “I almost bought that one, but the cows were cute.” He looks down. “I feel like maybe I should have leaned in to the sex jokes, though.”

Mox shrugs. “Maybe. I gotta find a place to throw this thing away now.” He frowns. “Fifty bucks down the drain.”

“You spent fifty bucks on that?!” Adam exclaims as he adjusts his belt and jeans. “Jesus.”

“I had to rush ship it,” Mox says. He walks out of the room so casually, hips forward, and Adam hates how good it looks. “Was gonna wear just the shirt, but then you tried to dirty talk and sucked at it last week.” He throws a grin over his shoulder. “Couldn’t resist.”

“Mox –”

Before he can properly warn him, Mox collides with Nick.

“Why’s your hair messed up?” Adam asks before Nick can ask what he’s doing.

“Why’s your hair messed up?” Nick retorts. He frantically throws his hair into a bun, but, unlike with Adam’s curly hair, it’s incredibly obvious that the bun is a mess. “Why are you with him?” Nick’s eyes narrow. “Oh, no. He doesn’t have his sweater on.”

“Took it off,” Mox says, balling it up tighter. “It’s hot in here.”

“Is not,” Nick says.

“Nicholas,” Claudio says. “I – oh, hello, Jon.”

Mox looks back at Adam then back at Claudio.

“Okay,” Adam says. “What if – hear me out – this moment never happened, and we all go back to the party blissfully unaware of each other’s sexual exploits?”

“Don’t tell Matt,” Nick says. “That’s all I ask.”

Adam snorts. “Yeah. Ditto. We agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Nick looks over at Mox. “Your shirt is stupid.”

“So’s your face.”

Nick glances at Adam over Mox’s shoulder. “Seriously? Him?”

Adam shrugs. “He’s good in bed. What can I say.”

Mini Playlist: Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass - All Time Low All I Want for Christmas Is You - Bowling for Soup think later - Tate McRae FUCKBOY - REVENGEOFPARIS

Mox is wearing this ugly sweater, this ugly shirt, and Adam is wearing this one.

#HangMox #driadorim #Hello thank you for this prompt it was fun!!!#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #anxious millennial dreamboat #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley

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vaguely-functional-directions · 8 months ago

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This is (probably) the last I will say about this. But I spent last night watching clips of mean girls (2024) on youtube and I mean. Like it was fine I guess. I think it's just like if you're going to make a movie musical, then it should be a musical and I really feel like it just didn't have the spirit. It seemed to be half a tentative musical, and half a remake of the original movie. Like in the lunchroom at the beginning, by taking out Here's Where You Belong made it feel like a remake, as well as them verbally introducing Gretchen and Karen. And then Regina appears and starts singing her part of Meet the Plastics but the thing is, is that comes across as awkwardly placed because there was no other song in that scene. If you're making a musical, it should be unapologetically musical. It should have been a huge moment of introducing the plastics with the full version and instead it was just Some Other lunch table with nothing special about it that would have drawn Cady's attention towards it. If I'm expecting a musical I want to see so much singing and dancing just embedded into the plot, but here it almost seemed awkward. And I just Did Not enjoy Revenge Party. That whole sequence of people being in the hallway with the bright colours and what was meant to be a party vibe honestly made me feel like I was watching a weird TV commercial. I did like though how in the candy cane part the camera was angled as if to be Glen coco, so we never actually see Glen coco. That moment gets my stamp of approval.

And I do think it makes sense for the whole setting to be modernized with the addition of social media etc that obviously wasn't in the original movie. But I personally didn't enjoy having the 'phone screen' sequences, like in Cautionary Tale, the beginning of Sexy, and all the clips of people like recording their own comments on things throughout. I just don't enjoy that kind of thing and just wasn't for me. Actually. The only time I did think it worked and added something was in revenge part when all the girls are filming themselves with the dripping eyeliner look to be like Regina. That was valid.

I said it before but I also just really did not enjoy the pop versions of the songs. I don't like it when the inflections (is that the right word) change while singing cover versions just to be different and there was so much of that. It was especially prevalent in Apex Predator and just made it not enjoyable. I liked the part though when Regina saw some girl sitting with the guy Gretchen liked and was like absolutely not, and got her to leave. I was like aw she does care. That was cute. And I take back my previous comment about liking this version of Sexy because (update) I am not a fan. Not even just because of the phone thing at the beginning but hearing it again I was like this is not the right vibes. One song I really like is I'd Rather Be Me, and this is one that I think wasn't changed too much from the original but, again, it just didn't have the feel to it like I was watching a musical with the way it was filmed/choreographed/blocked/you know what I'm trying to say. And in that scene as well, it did feel very remake-ish but I think too that when you have such iconic part like the 'she doesn't even go here' it's difficult. Because in the original movie it's partially so unexpected which is why it hit so hard and now for a remake, everyone is anticipating it happening so it would be really hard for it to not fall short. That girl though who doesn't go there being at the school for a track meet makes so much sense though and I applaud them for that. In the original, literally who is that girl.

But yeah. See, in musical movies like mamma mia and hairspray and enchanted, the aspect of it being a musical is really leaned into. The characters start singing and dancing spontaneously but it's done in an unapologetic and fun way. It's just part of that movie's universe that That happens and everyone is on board and goes along with it. It's real, everyday life for the characters. Where in this movie it seemed calculated and awkward. I think with it being half remake half musical is where it got lost because if they had leaned all the way into it being a musical it would have worked so much better. Include ALL the songs so that the plot is enhanced by the music. The plot and the songs should be walking hand in hand. Here it was like a movie with some songs sprinkled throughout. I should not have listened to the soundtrack wondering what happened to all the songs and why it was so short. That was red flag numero uno.

In conclusion, this was much longer than intended.

#Someone read this entire post and tell me I'm super valid Challenge

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freak1ish · 1 year ago

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AESTHETIC MEME List your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits & sceneries.

TASTES: Fried chicken and waffles. A stack of pancakes covered in chocolate sauce and strawberries. Lime flavored jaffa cakes. Margarita pizzas. Pasta cooked to perfection with pork meatballs and tomato sauce. Salty french fries with a sweet chili dip. Freshly baked chicken and gravy pies. Citrus fruits. Orange martinis. Lavender gin. Black iced coffees. Toffee Lattes. Orange pekoe tea. Cinnamon herbal cigarettes. Fruity toothpastes. Toffee sauce. A bowl of Halloween candy.

SMELLS: The scent of fear. The smell of rain. Hot chocolate. Lavender and chamomile bubble baths. Petrol. Fried food being cooked at a nearby takeaway. Fresh blood in the air. Nail polish drying. A tin of cat food cracked open and placed on the ground outside your bar for the group of stray cats winding happily around your feet. Swamp water. Fresh pine. Cinnamon incense sticks. Smoke off a cigarette. Bacon being cooked.

SIGHTS: Black holes in the far reaches of space. Trying to spot a constellation in the nights sky. Light bulbs flickering ominously. Flashes of forked lightning streaking across the sky. Impenetrable blackness. Foxes walking the streets late at night. Spooky dolls in shop windows. A gathering of crows. Black rats eating left over morsels of food. Graffiti on walls. Jack O lantern placed outside peoples homes. A table full of sweet desserts. Muddy footprints. Skulls that have marigolds placed in their eye sockets. Long shadows on walls that don't appear human. A pair of glowing eyes in the dark. Candles flickering.

SOUNDS: The rumble of a motorbike engine. A piano playing a slow, haunting melody. Disembodied voices talking all at once. Kate Bush singing Running up that hill. Blood curdling screams that turn out to be a pair of foxes. The screeching tone of a violin. Rats squeaking under the floorboards. Static off a old TV. The crackle of a record player. Soft purrs of a content cat. His budgie singing. The dawn chorus of birds. Popcorn popping. Crickets chriping. The whirl of a office fan. The snap of a biscuit. Bacon sizzling in a pan. Hearing someone talking in Italian

SENSATIONS: Cobwebs brushing against your hand during your hike through the woods. Wounds stitching themselves back together despite you only obtaining it. The relief of day turning into day. Blood trickling from his nose after a vision. Shivers running up and down his spine. Touching cold marble. Bare feet connecting with barb wire fencing as you climb over it. Slipping on a cold leather coat.

OUTFITS: Long black leather coats. Aviator sunglasses. Leather boots. Gothic outfits that are somewhere between modern and Victorian. Plain black cotton jumpers. Black skull t-shirt with a cigarette dangling from its mouth. A leather jacket with the words property of no one written across the back. Finger-less leather gloves with zips on the back. Black ankle boots. A raven headed cane. Silk purple shirts. Plain black waist coats. Liquid eyeliner. Black nail varnish. Ice cold rings.

Tagged by. Stolen from @oculusxcaro

Tagging. @sticxseason @woesdayy @hellsurvivr @helldragged @ravenskeeper @huntrcsss @heirofhermes @iincantatorum @paddyfuck @ofwondersandhares ( to any of your muses ) @manneatcr @malka-lisitsa @fcllederage @rubiesintherough ( Aedus ) @benbraeden @beastbitten @evolvingheartisms ( Stiles ) and anyone who wants to do this.

#/ What if I say I am not like the others / ( Introspection's )#/ Into the void / ( Queue )

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uncannysam · 11 months ago

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PARTIES: @longislandcharm, @uncannysam TIMING: The last week in December. SUMMARY: A holiday kiss is shared by Winter & Sam under the misseltoe. WARNINGS: eye trauma tw

The festival was in full swing as Winter made her way through the rows of different booths set up around the place. Events like this were why she loved the holidays. It was an excuse to indulge in the things that made you happy without too much judgment. Not that she cared what anyone thought about her but rather she loved seeing everyone else let loose and be their authentically happy selves. People seemed to let go of their anxieties when they were sharing a hot chocolate in the snow, they seemed to smile more, and that was always a beautiful sight. Not only was the town in better spirits, but there were actually nice surprises around the corner.

Like the mistletoe hanging from a booth of trinkets she was looking at. Little glass figures of candy canes and Christmas trees littered the table she was standing in front of while others milled about around her and Winter was busy running her fingers over a snowman when she heard the booth’s owner clear her throat. When she looked up, the woman’s eyes went up to the tuft right above the medium’s head and down to a girl standing next to her. Winter followed her eyeline until she realized what the merchant was trying to say.

Looking over at the other girl, she couldn’t help the thought that there could have been worse people standing next to her. She didn’t exactly know this person even if she looked familiar but the girl didn’t look like a serial killer either. “I think she wants me to kiss you.” But she believed in consent and Winter wouldn’t lean in until the other gave the okay no matter what tradition called for. Not everyone was okay with a random stranger kissing them. “Tradition, you know?” She pointed to the tuft of mistletoe above them to indicate what she was talking about, not wanting the girl to think she just randomly wanted to kiss her out of nowhere.

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There had been so much to see at the Winter Festival. Sam had been working on trying to visit it as much as she could knowing how big of a deal it usually was when it came back around every so often. The last time she had gone was a couple of years prior with Zach. He had even convinced her to somehow enter in the Ugly Sweater Contest, which hadn’t been a big success, but a memory that always made her laugh, especially seeing the look on her parents’ face when the two showed up in matching sweaters that looked like something out of a nightmare. But this year had already been different, and though it wasn’t the same, she knew Zach would have wanted her to go.

As she made her way down a row of vendors set up with baubles and trinkets made just for this time of year, Sam couldn’t help but gently run her fingers over a few of them. Some had been gaudy at best and nothing she could have ever imagined buying, unless it was a joke gift for Zach, and others she would have considered taking home to her parents. However, when she stopped at one booth, she noticed someone standing next to her, who seemed vaguely familiar. Maybe someone from Escape Your Fate.

With a soft smile in her direction, Sam continued to look until the woman spoke to her, “Who? Me?” She glanced up seeing the holly above them, before looking back in the brunette’s direction. Did she really want to kiss some random stranger under a plant that most people assumed was mistletoe? Tis’ the season! She could hear Zach’s voice in her head now and couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Uh, yeah, sure. Why not? And then I’ll tell you a fun fact afterwards to ruin the moment.” Looking between the woman now standing in front of her, and the lady behind the table, Sam let out a small smile, before leaning forward and laying a soft kiss on the lips of the other person.

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“A fun-?” It wasn’t often that Winter was caught off guard enough to lose her composure, but as the girl’s lips cut her off a surprised noise was made. She hadn’t had time to prepare herself for the contact and she was also thrown off by how bold the girl was. She’d half expected the other to shy away after the almost timid smile she’d sent towards the medium. The shock only lasted a split second though, the girl melting into the touch of someone else. Had she been so completely deprived that she’d become touch starved?

The realization had her pulling away before she could sink into the stranger's soft lips even more, poised to speak but nothing would come out. Floundering…when did she ever flounder? “Pull it together, Winter.” The amused voice of her forgotten ghost friend brought her back down to earth, her mouth finally forming the words she wanted, but as she started to say something a foreign object was catapulted into the back of her head.

“What the hell?”

Hand automatically going to the spot where she was thumped, Winter looked behind her but nobody was there. There was only another wild looking sprig of mistletoe hanging on the tent of the vendor next to this table. The woman who had urged the two of them to kiss before was hiding her giggles behind her hand as another object was launched at Winter. Something hit her square in the jaw, the girl looking down and horrified when she realized what it was. “Is that a toe? Why are they launching toes at us?”

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Sam hadn’t expected the kiss to last as long as it was, but here she was. And surprisingly, she was enjoying it. This stranger wasn’t that bad, and when she felt the other woman lean into it more, she followed suit. However, it was over faster than it should’ve been, and when they separated, Sam was a little shocked by the response back, “I mean I know I’m a good kisser, but you’re the one who –” Before she could finish, she noticed the other woman turning around confused, but it wasn’t until she noticed the random toe hitting her in the cheek, that she was thinking the exact words that the other woman had spoken earlier.

Stepping back, she looked down to observe the item that had come flying their way. It was, in-fact, a toe, and something that was very unexpected, until the name hit her… “Mistletoe. We didn’t kiss under regular holly…mistletoe. Whatever. The toes are missiles, and they’re –” Once again, she was cut off as a big long one came flying towards her and hit her in the eye, “Son-of-bitch!” Sam quickly put her hand over the wounded side of her face and stepped back. “Fuck this! I’m not staying here to have random toes” She couldn’t believe she was saying that, “shot at my face! Are you coming with me or not?!” Looking at the woman with her one good eye, she waited as long as she could, dodging another toe in the process.

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Mistletoe…god as awful as it was that was a clever one. The horrifying thought of these toes being real and not rubber hit Winter hard. She watched as one went directly towards the other girl and hit her in the eye but all she could do was question whether or not the one that hit her felt like human skin or those fake ones stores sell around Halloween. It was enough to make her nauseous. God, she needed a stronger stomach if she was sticking around here. She also needed to work on not freezing in bad situations because she had a feeling she was in for way more than what she’d already experienced. The sling she was currently wearing was a stark reminder of that.

It was the indignation of the other girl that brought Winter out of her shock. Not to mention the second one she had dodged hitting the medium and landing in her hair. It prompted a scream as she batted away at it, trying her best to get it out all while hopping away from the booth. With the shock gone and with being far enough away from the projectile, a laugh started to bubble up. That laugh grew, more and more, until Winter was doubled over with her hand on her knee. “It’s just so stupid, I’m sorry. I can’t believe this is real life.”

Her stomach was starting to hurt but she couldn’t stop herself. It wasn’t just the toes, it was everything that had happened to her since the night Henry had become a part of her life. If she had known that saying that stupid ritual would have opened up this huge world of nonsense she wasn’t sure she would have changed a thing. Yea, she’d been put in danger and seen more traumatizing stuff than she would have liked but it was the stupid little things that kept her spirits up.

As the laughter died down, Winter looked up at the girl she was kissing not moments before. She supposed her laughter partly came from how mad the other person had gotten. Her disgust, Henry sitting in the corner shocked, the other girl’s anger…if she didn’t laugh she would cry and there was no chance of that happening in front of a hot girl she knew nothing about. “I mean, come on, it’s funny. You can’t say it’s not.”

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Sam quickly moved further away from the booth as a couple of more toes struck her in the back of the head and her body. What the hell kind of town was this? She knew strange things went on here, but ever since everything that had gone down with Zach and now being able to see things she couldn’t before, the twenty-eight year old was starting to question her parents’ sanity for even moving here. But if she didn’t know, how could they? “You’re laughing at this?” She paused and looked back at the toes that were piling up on the ground just short of where they were currently standing. Letting out a sigh, Sam turned her attention back to the girl, “If I wasn’t in shock and in pain from having a stray toe hit me in the eye, I might laugh, but…” Even that sounded ridiculous. The longer it sat with her, the more absurd it became.

Hearing a high pitched ‘ow’ followed by a scream, Sam looked over to see a couple of girls quickly taking off as the toes started to pelt them. And without realizing it, she started to laugh, “Okay…it might actually be funny. I mean not in it, but an outsider looking in…” She started to laugh along with the other woman, before calming down. It had been one of the best laughs she had had in a while, “I did need that. Thanks. I’m Sam by the way.” Sticking the hand out that wasn’t covering her eye, she waited for a handshake to make her introduction official.

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“How can you not laugh at this? Missiletoe? It’s the ultimate dad joke. All we need is a middle aged man in shorts standing there asking if we get it.” She looked sideways at Henry, raising her eyebrows at the ghost as if to tell him to ask the question. “I’m not middle aged!” Another round of giggles hit her when the other girls started getting pelted and Winter was glad to hear that the other girl was now joining in. But she was also wondering whether or not her pain meds had anything to do with her own reaction. Who cared? She’d needed a good laugh for a long time now so she’d take it however it came to her.

Looking down at her hand, Winter looked at her own free one and realized that they were the same. With her other one in a sling this would be an awkward handshake for sure. But she did it, turning hers at an awkward angle to shake Sam’s the best she could. “I’m Winter. And yes I do like the season, it’s a winterful one.” She’d found over the years that cutting people off before they could ask was the best way to go about things. The puns were especially worse this time of year. “Is your eye okay?”

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The handshake was awkward at best, but a handshake none-the-less, and Sam accepted it, “It’s nice to meet you, Winter. I’m Sam. And don’t worry. I’m not much for puns. At least the kind that come off as insulting.” Sam had grown up the odd person out in Wicked’s Rest, or so she thought, for the longest time, and she could clearly recall some of the nicknames and jokes that had been made about her. Even questions that were innocent in nature, but came from uneducated people not willing to take the time to learn. “And my eye? Yeah. I’ll ice it when I get home. Plus, I’m sure my dog, Scout, will gladly lick it for me.” She laughed softly, “That was a joke…kind of. Because knowing him, he will try to lick it.” Sam shook her head.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your arm? I know that didn't come from a flying toe.” Sam nodded towards Winter’s sling. Glancing to some of the other booths and cautiously making sure there weren’t any other flying body parts that could be launched, she made a suggestion to Winter, “Want to take a walk? I think those booths are safe over there?” She pointed in the direction she was looking at.

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“You’d be one of the only ones.” There was that delightful bite that people were so used to from her, coupled with a sarcastic smile. None of it was directed towards the other girl though, only towards the ones who thought a million of said puns were fun to say in succession. “I couldn’t tell you how many I’ve heard in my lifetime. If only my mother knew what she did.” Henry scoffed, looking at Winter skeptically. “You know you love the attention.” Pretending she didn’t hear him, the girl kept her attention on Sam but couldn’t help the scrunch of her face when she heard the comment about her dog. “Is that…is that sanitary? I mean, it just kind of sounds gross.” She had nothing against dogs, they were cute as long as they were well behaved, but she’d never understood those people who ate after them and let them lick whatever.

Looking down at her arm again, she sighed softly. “You know, you’d think the last thing you have to worry about in this town is someone wanting to steal your purse and yet I get stabbed over one. That’ll teach me to carry prada around.” Maybe that’s why getting hit with a few toes wasn’t that big of a deal to her right now. She had just been stabbed not long before this, a rogue toe paled in comparison, didn’t it? Noticing the other’s caution though, she nodded at the question, smirking as she did. “Next thing you know we’ll have ears listening in on our conversation. Might need to keep an eye or two out.” Oh that was insensitive, wasn’t it?

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“Yeah, never really been one for following crowds. Not my scene. And I’m sure your mother knew exactly what she was doing. She probably has a small smirk right now thinking of what this time of year is and her aptly named daughter out in the world facing the cold hard truth.” Sam grinned. “And no, not really. He can try, but he’s not going to succeed. I love my dog, but not enough to let him lick my wounds, especially after seeing some of the things he’s licked and tried to eat.” She shuddered at the thought.

She didn’t expect to hear that Winter had been stabbed. But she knew how dangerous this town could be. “I’m sorry to hear that. This town may have the charm of a Hallmark movie, but I swear, it’s a lot more dangerous than you’d think.” Sam shifted her eyes, her wounded one still covered, around all the people surrounding them. It was a rare occasion, but today they had all looked normal for the most part. Still, there was that ever looming need to keep her guard up. But her attention quickly shot back towards Winter at the comment, “Yeah, because you never know when you might have to climb or fight your way out of a situation around here.” She smirked, before walking towards the tables she had previously been eyeing.

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“You sound like someone I was talking to online not long ago. She didn’t like following crowds either, I would even say she hated it. Normally I would say follow your heart but in this case it’s appreciated.” She eyed the other girl, Winter knowing full well how close that assumption possibly was to being the truth. Like mother, like daughter, right? Her lips went up into her own smirk. “I’m inclined to believe that’s true, actually. It wouldn’t surprise me at all.” A little relief came with Sam’s answer and she was able to look away, that slight disgust starting to ebb away. “Good. I mean, yea, dogs are cool and everything but I wouldn’t trust anyone who let them lick their face.”

“Oh, I’ve learned that. It’s always fun when you think you’re moving away from the danger and you end up in more than you’ve ever been in throughout your life. New York’s got nothing on Wicked’s Rest.” She looked over just in time to watch Sam scan the crowd as if Winter’s comment about being stabbed suddenly reminded her to keep her guard up. She could see that. But how would she know if the glamours were up? Most supernatural beings could hide their threat level pretty easily.

Oh…she had jokes. Winter grinned at the quip, her interest in this girl suddenly rising a notch or two. At least she could keep up. She followed Sam to the tables and started to look at the little trinkets on these, much of them reflecting the same ones she’d been looking at previously. “Anything catching your eye?” God, she didn’t even have to try at this point.

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“I mean it could’ve very well been me. You do look kind of familiar.” Sam had no idea that Winter was a popular reality tv star. It was the profile picture on the girl’s profile that had given her any clue that this might very well be the same person she had been talking to online. “Parents can be surprising in their motives can’t they? It’s like the older I get, the more open I become to who my parents and the other adults in my life really are. Some, unfortunately, don’t surprise me while others are questionable.” She laughed. She loved her family and respected her elders, but it didn’t mean they weren’t capable of doing some not so cool things just like any living, breathing person on this planet.

“That’s why we moved here actually. Away from danger and a better life, and it wasn’t until recently that I discovered just how fucked up this place really is.” Wicked’s Rest had been a nice place to be for the most part, and it was all she had really known besides the eight short years spent in Kahnawake, but since the stuff with Zack, it was like the blinders were being taken off.

Sam moved towards the nearest vendor and began looking at the little animal figurines. There had been a wolf carved out of wood that she had been interested in, but put it back and moved on to the other items, complimenting the artist standing behind the table. Looking back at Winter, she sneered, “Yeah, as a matter of fact, that one caught my one good idea. Anything you want to get a feel for. Really pick it up and toss it around to see if it’s good quality?” If Winter was going to keep throwing insults her way, Sam would send them right back.

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“There might be other reasons for that. But we can settle this; Were you talking about different drinks to keep you awake? And did you ask me if I would do drugs in the bathroom if others were?” The parent thing had Winter growing silent, the girl having no idea how hard she had hit the nail on the head. The more she remembered about her past the more she realized she didn’t know her dad at all. Therapy was good at unlocking a lot of untapped realizations. “Lucky…mine have all been surprises.” She really needed to learn more about what had been going on with her abilities as a child but that meant a trip home and she wasn’t quite ready for that.

Winter turned her head to look at Sam, her interest in the figurines completely gone at this point. What had happened in this girl’s life to make her realize this town wasn’t as it seemed? “I get that. Some things have a way of turning your whole world upside down. Sometimes you just have to take it in stride and push forward or it’ll consume you….don’t let it consume you.”

She noticed the other girl pick up the wolf figurine and set it back down after looking it over. The sneer didn’t go unnoticed, neither did the little bit of aggression in her reply, and Winter almost felt bad for continuing the joke. She’d truly thought they were messing around. Picking up the wolf and a glass snowflake, she paid the vendor for both before handing the bag over to Sam. “Just a few things for you to remember me by. Maybe remind you to push forward.” She gave Sam a genuine smile before she turned to walk away. There was no point in annoying her anymore. The flying toes had done that enough already.

#para: winter #para: flying piggies #longislandcharm #eye trauma tw

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saijito-sl · 11 months ago

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xmas Kouari. photo taken at tinsel town.

Outfit

Deer dress from the deer outfit set by ʙᴇᴀᴛɪᴄɪᴀ's ʙᴏᴜᴛɪǫᴜᴇ

Fluffy Shawl by FluffyAffair

Marsali. Flats (brick) by fri.day & fri.day

Ginger bread earrings & necklace by Grumble

Yule Horns by Tentacio

Winter muff by Melon Bunny

"cozy" thigh-highs stockings by alaskametro<3

Bento gloves long maitreya by Special Rose

Makeup

Cute soft blush by Bird next door

Candy cane eyeliner & eye makeup by Izzie

tattoo "Cat nose" by Catseye

Daily lip balm 10 by Ottilie

Simple tintable blush by +FATHER+

Misc

U101 hair by Dura

Latte skin by Skin Deep ( p.s. i wear one of Evermore's skin tone adjusters on top to make it more of a cool-toned skin)

Genus Baby face head

Maitreya 5.3 body

Purple Flower tattoos by Natti

#xmas #christmas #secondlife #sl #outfit card #kouari

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thegreatarlecchina · 2 years ago

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An Unlikely Duet Ch1~ Link to prologue below!

“Everyone ready? Final maintenance checks in five.” Quinn shouted offhandedly as the bots were getting their various acts ready for the show. Stagehands bustled this way and that in various costumes of their choice and excitement was buzzing in the air. Star Palace’s “Somewhat-Spooky Halloween Variety Show” was one of the park's better attractions and this was their first performance of the fall, as well as Kyonia’s first experience with the show. Speaking of… “Sorry I’m late!” Kyonia chimed entering through the hidden stage exit. They had on a white maidens blouse with trumpet sleeves, a front-laced leather waist corset that had silver buttons, and thin leather straps that came over their shoulders, in the front it formed a pentacle shape where hanged an eclipsed moon trinquet with a silver Celtic Triquetra in the dark center. They wore brown leggings and an ombré green to purple, high low, draped side sarong ruffle skirt, decorated with a leather belt, a small hanging bag attached to said belt, a hilted dagger and a starry aurora borealis looking scarf. “I had to sit the little ones down somewhere where the animals could stay, and well…you know how that is.” They explained adjusting their hat, it was a leather witches hat that somewhat resembled the house sorting hat from Harry Potter in shape. “That’s fine we were just getting ready for the show!” Quinn exclaimed as he turned to face Kyonia. The Man was dressed in a 50’s-esque black show suit adorned with a white carnation boutonniere, holding a black cane and to top it all off a black velvetine top hat. “Woah” Kyonia exclaimed; a bit taken aback by the whole display. “Do you like it? I sewed the whole thing myself! Well except for the tap shoes. Sure did take a while though.” Quinn stated, showing off his handiwork with a heel click. Kyonia let out a soft giggle as they brushed past him to take a final look at the show schedule posted up on the wall. They couldn't help but feel a bit nervous as the sound of people bustling to fill the amphitheater seats began to settle down; the show would be starting soon. Mirage would do their diabolo performance which would transition into a comedy bit with Zavy, before he did his contortion act and finally teamed up with Fairy Floss for the trapeze Finalee, where they would all take a bow. “Nervous?” Quinn questioned snapping Kyn out of their own head. “A little, I mean I know we aren't the best funded park out there so this is a big night.” Kyonia admitted making their way over to where the cast should have been meeting up for maintenance checks, but so far looked pretty barren. “Where are..” “The cast? Great question.” Quinn interrupted before following suit. As if on cue Fairy floss lowered herself down from the rafters. Not much had to be changed for her costume, it was simple but elegant. Her once cotton-candied colored tulle had been replaced with a gorgeous pearlescent silver and black spiderweb lace; threaded with translucent plastic beads meant to mimic dewdrops, and her hair was now ornamented with many faux-jeweled spider berets along with itsy-bitsy spiders painted along her eyeliner. “Y’all just about ready to get this show on the road?” Fairy exclaimed motioning toward the pair. “Yup as soon as we get these checks done!” Quinn piped up grabbing his mobile tool bag. “Well look who’s dressed up all spiffy! You a magician or somethin? Fairy inquired. Quinn rolled his eyes at this before mentioning “I’m Fred Astaire actually. He was a tap dancer.” Kyonia maneuvered around Quinn who was now adjusting Fairy. When suddenly, they saw a movement out of the corner of their eye~

#star palace #clownblr #fanfic #fluffy #slight angst #my ocs #fairy floss #Star Palace belongs to @MoonBunniez on Twitter and Youtube #An Unlikely Duet

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miazims · 2 years ago

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I haven’t posted the last couple of days because my dog died so you��re getting CC from the last 4 days spread out on 2 posts. Modelled by my sim June.

CC links under the cut.

Outfit 1:

Hair: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/aisha-hair-style/id/1631349/

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/candy-cane-earrings/id/1628595/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/zandra-eyeshadow-n-283/id/1631262/

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/lipstick-z244/id/1631088/

Top: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/flower-collared-jacket/id/1631133/

Bottom: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/shania-plaid-midi-skirt/id/1625690/

Outfit 2:

Hair: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/dah-dah-hair-new-mesh/id/1628097/

Piercing: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-piercings/title/flower-diamante-septum-nose-piercing/id/1629436/

Necklace: https://www.patreon.com/posts/herringbone-coin-75526385

Eyeliner: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/eyeliner-a71/id/1631043/

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/lipstick-a72/id/1631170/

Dress: https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/315019/elliesimple-plaid-mini-dress-sims4

Bracelet: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-bracelets/title/delicate-diamonds-chain-bracelet/id/1631000/

Outfit 3:

Hair: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/phoebe-hairstyle/id/1630736/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/eyeshadow-n33/id/1629478/

Blush: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-blush/title/myuw-blush/id/1631271/

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/soul-berry-lipstick/id/1631078/

Piercing: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-piercings/title/rope-septum-piercing/id/1627637/

Vest: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-bracelets/title/mikaela-accessory-vest/id/1620344/

Top: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/knit-blouse/id/1630975/

Bottom: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/vertical-striped-pants/id/1631097/

Outfit 4:

Hair: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bonnie-hair-74648238

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/misty-rose-eyeshadow/id/1631077/

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/heidi-lipstick-n-452/id/1630999/

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/double-hoop-earrings/id/1631114/

Necklace: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-necklaces/title/flower-choker/id/1630753/

Dress: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/isabelle-knitted-dress-with-a-one-shoulder-neckline/id/1631013/

Outfit 5:

Hair: https://www.patreon.com/posts/nicole-hair-74901918

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/choco-cookie-earrings-for-adults/id/1631140/

I can’t find the eyeshadow

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/lipstick-a71/id/1631044/

Dress: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/leena-fluffy-dress-with-vest/id/1631400/

Nails: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-rings/title/candy-cane-nails/id/1631151/

Outfit 6:

Hair: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/mora-hairstyle/id/1631236/

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/night-earrings/id/1628606/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/eyeshadow-n35/id/1629480/

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/lipstick-a74/id/1631443/

Top: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/witchy-rainbow-knot-tops-requires-backyard/id/1630963/

Bottom: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-party/title/sequin-mini-skirt-set-do655/id/1631246/

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