#event thread: practice makes better!

[dreeki]

idol niki bf headcanons!!! he’s so pookie

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ idol ni-ki boyfriend headcanons.

pairing: idol ni-ki x reader // fluff

note: eng is not my 1st language 🙌 ; it's not too long, let me know if you want me to make a better version of this!! 🙏

IDOL!NI-KI BF who takes his job as an idol seriously, but his job as your boyfriend even more seriously

IDOL!NI-KI BF who makes sure to keep you updated on his schedule so you know when or why he can't respond to your texts and calls

IDOL!NI-KI BF who sends you a mirror selfie after every dance practice so you can see how hard he works, waiting for you to praise him and call him handsome and diligent

IDOL!NI-KI BF who sneaks out of the dorm to meet up with you whenever he has free time because he misses you too much

IDOL!NI-KI BF who can't stand the thought of missing out on important events in your life while he's on tour so he makes sure to send you gifts and call during his breaks

IDOL!NI-KI BF who takes you out on late night park dates after coming home from the tour to make up for all the time you couldn't spend together

IDOL!NI-KI BF who holds your hand while walking side by side through an empty alley and interlocks his fingers with yours

IDOL!NI-KI BF who takes you to the dorm after he's had a long exhausting day because all he wants to do is chill and cuddle with you

IDOL!NI-KI BF who lays his head in your lap and let's you thread your fingers through his hair while watching a movie on his couch

IDOL!NI-KI BF who raises his head from your lap to give you a quick peck on th lips before saying that the two of you should head to bed

IDOL!NI-KI BF who watches you fall asleep in his arms wishing he could spend more time with you, but knowing you are happy with him this way too

a/n: thank you for reading!! 🫶

[inspiringimarah]

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overrides

Refreshed Main Menu 

Urban Erotica (functional books)

No Tune After Loading

Nap Replacement Mod

Restaurant Default Menu

MyxDoll Fenty Beauty Override 

HighSchool Years Textbook Override

Toothbrush override by dsco

Paintbrush Override

The Ultimate Default Underwear Collection by vixonspixels

Paired Selfie (in game photo overrides)

iPhone 12 Override OR H&B Smartphone Override (ONLY CHOOSE ONE)

UNO Card Replacement

 Photo replacements (in game)

Pink Build Buy UI 

Black Sitcom TV Overrides 

San Sequoia Bridge Override

Realistic TV Mod (Reality TV)

Realistic Phone Icons (multiple available on CoCo Games patreon)

Phone Wallpaper Kit OR Phone Wallpaper Override (only pick one)

Control Any Sim

San Myshuno Billboards

PC Game Overrides 

CocoGames Video Game Bundle

Starbucks on Campus

My Wedding Stories Engagement Ring Recolours 

Stand Still in CAS Poses

Hidden Highlight 

Functional Airpods

Hello Kitty Infant Seat

The Missing Plumbob

No zzz (when sim is sleeping)

Towel After Shower

Functional PS5

Black Art Painting Mod

The Sims 2 Font or Life is Strange Font (only pick one)

Gallery Poses (female)

Gallery Poses (male)

Gallery Poses (couple or duo) 

Take Off Shoes With Animation

Stop Random Accessories on Townies

Parenthood Recolour - link is at the bottom of the thread

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Loading Screen Plumbob Replacement  OR by pinkishwrld

Minimalist CC Wrench Override

More CAS Columns (I use 5)

Map Replacements Overhaul

I alternate my CAS backgrounds so see below for my fave creators:

- MeekGames

- LadySimmer

- SlimmazSimz

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- Xurelia

- DonavinGames

- NeriSims

food

Somik & Severinka (I use the Realistic Cooking Mod & all others they have)

ONI Custom Food

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Airfryer

Waffle Maker

Pressure Cooker

gameplay

misc

Computer Side Gigs

Kuttoe Mini Mods: Small Additions

Bed Cuddle

Carry & Kiss

Longer Parties & More Guests

Functional Magazines

Better Social Media Sponsorships

Higher Lifestyle Brand Payouts 

QMBIBI Skincare Mod

QMBIBI Express Delivery

QMBIBI BabyCare Overhaul

Online Skills 

It’s Movie Time 

BabyCare Mod

Basemental Drugs

Basemental Gangs

Celebrate Adoption

Sip & Paint Event

Luxury Real Estate Career

Recipe Notebook

Sulani Events Calendar and Flyer

Functional Personal Care Products

Go For A Jog... Together

Morning Routine

Everyone Can Sleep Together

Spa Day Face Masks From Mirrors

Pole Dance Mod

Online Apprenticeships 

Turn the TV on

Ask For Money 

UI Cheats

MC Command Center

Self Manicure & Pedicure

Make Functional Perfumes

Shear Brilliance - Active Hairstylist Career

Cute Romance

LOT 51

- Ring Doorbell 

- Dust Buster 

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High School Years

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More Classmates

Adeepinigo

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Lumpinou

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- LGBTQIA+

- Memory Panel Mod 

- Open Love Life

- RPO Collection “Realistic & Pregancy Overhaul”

- Science Baby Tweak

PandaSama Childbirth 

SimRealist 

- Mortem 

- Real Estate

- Private Practice

- Sim National Bank 

- Sim National Bank Bills

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SimWithShan

- Cyber Teacher Career

- Homebody Prefences

- Housewife Aspiration

pose player mods (for in game photos)

- Andrew Poseplayer 

- Teleport Any Sim 

Go to creators for poses & animations: 

- KatVerse 

- King Black Cinema 

- Frxsk0sims

- helgatisha

- AfroSimtricSims 

- Gawdly Games

- Hardswae

- Maysbat

- TS4 Poses (tumblr blog)

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[mara-and-its-the-same]

let’s understand that this is Mara immediately post breakup so this means i get to have it as wild as i want it to be...but anyway, all i’ve been thinking about is rebounding with Danny, duh. Beyond suggestive, it's directly implied, 2k words and a big thank you to @frnchgirls, rose is a most gracious help. Enjoy 🥰

“What about like this?”

If anyone asked Danny the series of events that led him here, there would be no sane answer. Friday night he meets you at the Vandals’ bar, Saturday night he learns that you live in Chicago but were dating another Vandal in a different chapter and just suffered a messy break up, and by Sunday afternoon he’s got you posing on his bed with the brand new knowledge that before you got into that relationship you were a lingerie model until that guy made you quit. 

“Danny?” You ask him again, leaning on your elbows and one knee slightly bent to the side over the other.

He shakes himself out of his daydreaming to realize that reality is ten times better and hopes you don’t notice his dazed off gaze from your side of the camera. “Yeah?”

“Is this a good pose?” 

Kathy told you that you should get back into modeling, then offered Danny to help you practice, maybe get new photos to show some agents.  Neither of you were busy this weekend, so now here you are in a brand new soft blue babydoll negligee that she made you buy the minute she heard about the split, on Danny’s bed. 

God, how he washed those sheets and cleaned all over his apartment as soon as you asked if you could do it at his place. It hasn’t been so neat since he toured the place. But now there you are wanting him to tell you if you look good in your lingerie on his bed. But photography is his job, he’s a professional, he can do this.

He could do this, if his tongue wasn’t suddenly tied until he swallowed thickly. “Yeah, maybe you just lean back a little more?”

“Like this?”

“Perfect.” He captures the picture and tries some more from a few different angles. “What about laying down?”

“Mhm,” you move a bit further down the bed and let your hair fall around you as best it could on its own. “Here?”

“Yeah, can I move your hair?”

“Yeah,” he rearranges your strands so they frame your face perfectly and look as effortless as possible.

“Gorgeous.” The shudder clicks right as he said it, so fast that he hits it a second time just to catch your smile when he says it.

“Really?” He catches the moment your face changes from eyes closed and sultry, to open and joyous.

“Beautiful.”

“Me? Or just your pictures? 

“You, and the pictures of you.”

“Thank you,” you roll over again and he gets one from another angle. 

It was never anything crazy, the sets you modeled. Just some odd jobs for more local boutiques, never anything obscene or ridiculously lavish. Danny refuses to believe that though. You make plastic rhinestones shine like diamonds. Machine spun cotton lace looks like hand threaded silk from Paris the second it touches your skin. 

“Do you think we got enough of this one?” you ask.

“I think so. I can get these developed and have them ready in a few days,” he starts packing his camera away. “What size did you say you wanted?”

“Oh I don’t know, but— Well actually I brought one more thing to try on. Unless you want to be done?”

He’s not sure how much more of this he can really take. How much longer can he be in the same room as you before he busts just from looking at you. 

“Yeah, sure- I’ll be in the kitchen.”

He tries not to stare as you slide of the bed and start looking through the bag you brought on his way out the door. 

3 minutes later your head is poked out of the door and into the kitchen, “Danny, you can come in now.”

Oh what a sight you are. The black nightgown reaches down all the way to your ankles, the silky fabric falls over your hips so perfectly, and the only thing between the air and your chest is a thin layer of the finest lace he’s ever seen. “I haven’t worn this in years.”

“That’s a shame.” He can’t believe he’s said that, especially in the tone he did, like he couldn’t believe you wouldn’t even wear it just by yourself. You must know how you look in it, how it looks tailored to your body in every square inch. 

“I know. But he didn’t like it. It’s vintage Chantelle, all silk. Didn’t know how to appreciate it properly.” You sit back on the bed again and just then he notices the slit up one side that just about nears the top of your thigh. 

You’re about to take a new pose when he asks you a most peculiar question. 

“I’m sorry?” You ask.

“Do you mind if I move you?” He says with more confidence this time and what a gift that he did.

“Sure.”

He sets the camera down on his dresser and comes towards you. With his hands on your shoulders— your nearly bare shoulders, his thumbs fitting perfectly just into the dips of your clavicles —he leads you to lay down against the pillows and rearranges your hair. He takes one of your hands and places it beside your head, the other he moves across your torso with your hand cusping your hip bone. He steps back a bit to consider your legs, with respect to the slit. After slowly, so slowly coasting down the length of your leg, he softly pulls one ankle down straight, and pushes the other slitted one up so that it is slightly bent at the knee and tilts it towards the other. 

He takes a second to look at you, really look at you, and he can’t believe anyone would ever try to keep you from this. 

Maybe he’s just getting to know your form, for the sake of the composition, you think. But only for a moment before you see him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, just for a second but you notice. 

Finally, finally, he takes the first picture of you like this. With the click of the shutter you’ve made your mind up, you decide to press your luck. “What if I like…” you bring the hand that was on your hip up to your mouth and bite the top knuckle of your index finger.

“Yes.”

“What’s the look you’re thinking though?”

“They’re your pictures. I’m thinking whatever you want me to think.”

“But you’re the photographer, the artist.”

“You’re the art.”

“Would you kiss me?”

He nearly drops the camera. “What?”

“They like when pictures tell stories, the story would be that I’m messy and ravished and the clothes are serving their intended purpose. If you’re alright with that?”

He so absolutely, most certainly, positively is more than just alright with that. “Yeah, ok.”

You push yourself back up on the bed while he positions himself at the edge. “So how do you wa—“ he’s cut off by your pull to his collar and the press of your lips. Surpassing his initial surprise he brings a hand up around you to hold your waist, and the other up to your jaw. Messy, you want it messy. And salacious, lascivious even. Beyond suggestive, obvious is what you need. He can tell from the way you continue to pull him into you even as his chest is flush against yours. 

You pull away panting for no more than a second to order “Get the camera off the bed.” How sweet of you to be concerned, he nearly leaps over you to put it on the nightstand and he’d like to say ‘if it were any less expensive’ he would have just thrown it, but he knows that the price of it wasn’t what stopped him, it was the fear of damaging even a single one of those pictures of you. 

As he’s leaning over you, you slide down a little further on the bed so he can reach you easier. Or maybe to muss your hair up a little more if it’s against the pillows, or any other excuse you could make to make it seem like this is all for the picture and not your own desires. 

From there it is licks, bites, tugs, sucks of lips. And you’re trying, you’re both trying to keep your hands out of it, but how could you when his hair is so soft and the back of his neck is the perfect shape for you to hold. And how could he when your skin is so perfect and your bare leg is right there.

“I want a hickey.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss my neck.” He kisses you twice more on his way to your throat and you can’t help the sound you make when he reaches the perfect spot. Already he has you gasping for air. “Oh god.” His hand slithers up the slit, sliding even higher in search of your hip bone or waist to hold. 

“Wait,” He lifts himself to be eye level with you, “wait—“

“Hm?”

“Sorry, just…You’re—This is real now, right?”

“Yes, yes, very real.” You rush to pull him back down to your lips and nearly crash noses with the way he rushes down to meet you. 

“Mmph,” he groans at the scratch of your nails across his scalp and just the sound makes your back arch. Moving down again, he passes soft kisses down the valley of your chest. You’re positive he can feel the beat of your heart through every inch of your skin. How you’ve missed this, being wanted, being adored. And how he’s missed crossing beyond the other side of the lens, the feel of sculpting another body just by the skill of his touch. 

As he’s pushing the side of your skirt up and away a sudden fear strikes you, “Wait!”

“What is it?” He immediately sits back and takes his hands away, looking into your eyes for any cause for concern.

“I’m so sorry, but I really don’t want to rip it.”

“Oh,” you see him immediately relax, “So…”

You make no answer, though you do sit up to your knees and move the skirt out from underneath you. With a gesture to the strap that has fallen off your shoulder, he finally gets the message. However, in the spirit of fairness, his own shirt is the first thing to go and before you have time to remember your original intent you both rise on your knees just to kiss again. You feel before you look while your hands roam his torso. 

And slowly, so slowly, through wandering presses, pulls, and squeezes, he reaches the sides of your thighs and takes your nightgown by the seams to lift it over your head. He takes it by the straps to hang by the corner of the headboard rather than tossing it to the floor. 

You guide him forwards as you move to your back again, his knee moves between your legs while his fingertips smooth along your jaw. His eyes dance around your face, and as embarrassed as he may be to admit it, he takes a fleeting glance down the space between your bodies. An idea flashes before him, a bold one, but at this point in the afternoon he’s not sure there’s much left that could happen between you two that’d be too bold. He reaches for the camera slowly enough that you knew exactly what he wants. You resist the instinct to shy away when you still see his soft gaze over the camera. The shudder clicks and he drops it back on the nightstand, “That one’s not making it into the book,” Danny smirks at his own teasing before leaning back into you to finish what he started with a smile still on his lips. 

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.

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Prompt: Wrath | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Property Damage | POV: Goodie | Relationship(s): Steddie, Background Buckingham | Tags: Modern Setting, Famous Corroded Coffin, Pissed Off Eddie Munson, Lavender Marriage, Steve & Chrissy, Secret Relationships, The Goddamn Prying Paparazzi, Chosen Families: No Matter How Unconventional

Goodie scrolls and scrolls and scrolls. His phone screen is getting hot in his hand because he's been reading so long. Continuously scouring for more information. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. This can't be happening. Eddie's gonna lose his fucking mind. There are blind items, and a copy of Alex's birth certificate being posted for the world to see.

And the tweets. 

Not to mention the fucking Reddit threads. Comment after comment. 

Goodie wants to kill them all. Rain down a pox on them and theirs for doing this. For digging. For getting into things that are of no goddamn concern of theirs. They need to mind their own fucking business.

Eddie's gonna explode. The shower is still running, and Goodie's standing guard outside of the door. Staying between Eddie and his phone. Goodie'd reached in and swiped it off the vanity, just to be extra careful.

Jeff and Gareth better get their asses here, and soon. See if they can limit the fallout. Eddie's off social media, but this dam is gonna break and word is gonna trickle to him if they don't hurry up and get there first.

"Eddie," Gareth says, and they've corralled Eddie. Cornered him, and now all they can do is watch him rage. He's destroying his hotel room. But none of them are about to tell him to knock it the fuck off. Not today. Not over this. 

He bounces off the wall and Goodie braces for impact. Catches and releases him in one fluid motion.

"Eddie, you can't do this," Jeff says, but Eddie's not listening. 

But Eddie's got a temper, a short fuse, always has. But it's never manifested like this before. 

"You're too old to act like this!" Gareth screams, and fuck if he isn't right.

But they've also never dealt with anything this personal before, either. And it spiraled into a major scandal in one afternoon. Their PR is working on a spin, but Goodie's not sure how they're gonna get Eddie out of this one. Enough of it's true, a straight denial is never gonna work. Eddie is on the birth certificate of a brand new baby. With a woman married to someone else. Living in the suburbs, with three other kids at home. 

Those are just facts. There's no getting around 'em. Everything about this is bad optics. 

It's just the context these fucking vultures don't know, and honestly, don't deserve to know.

Chrissy's been married to Steve for nearly twenty years, but he's been with Eddie longer. Chrissy, with Robin. Those kids? Shared in a way Goodie can't understand. It's a fucking mess, and not anything Goodie would want any part of, personally, but they did what they thought they needed to do back then. And until now it had worked. 

Only this time, they used Eddie's sperm and his name on the birth certificate. Not realizing people would dig around, gleefully releasing that info. 

A good marriage, as lavender as it may be, about to be blown to fucking smithereens. 

Eddie, slandered, shamed. 

Steve's not here. Steve's in the fucking Palisades, at home. Probably getting ready for a PTA meeting or practice. The perfect stay-at-home dad, with the perfect wife, who loves her job and works long hours.

Eddie screams at the top of his lungs, and they're gonna get complaints. Even in the middle of the day. 

Gareth goes in, wrapping his arms around Eddie, trying to hold on, trying to calm him down. But Eddie shoves him off, and Goodie takes a fucking knee with a thud that fucking hurts, goddammit, but he makes it down in time to catch Gareth. The last thing they need is Gareth with two broken arms from catching himself on the floor under this thin carpet.

"Thanks," Gareth breathes, hands squeezing both of Goodie's shoulders, sprawled on top of him. It knocked the wind out of Goodie, but neither of them are hurt, and Jeff helps both of them right themselves. As much as they can, right now, anyway.

They might be done for a little while. This might not blow over. Eddie might get arrested if he can't pull his shit together. Quick.

Goodie supposes that depends on the route Steve and Eddie and Chrissy and Robin want to take. Come clean, or batten the hatches and take the onslaught until something more scandalous comes along in the news cycle.

"Sorry," Eddie says, reaching for Gareth, and Gareth reaches back, wrapping him in a hug. One that Eddie is ready for, this time. "I'm just so mad," he says, under his breath, but it's enough for them all to hear. "I know," Jeff says, "we'll find a way to fix it. We will. You'll see."

Goodie goes back to his own room and calls Steve.

"Oh, yeah, they're here," Steve says, and describes the paparazzi standing outside of the gated house. 

"At least they aren't on the lawn?"

Steve laughs, and Steve's not worked up in the slightest, it seems.

"Eddie's having some sort of mental breakdown, and you're just, what, fine?" Goodie asks.

"I'm not fine, but there's no reason to get so fucking worked up. Can you put him on the phone?"

"He's not in here, but I'll get him to call you."

"Tell him it's fine. We're fine. Whatever happens, it's all fine. I'm fine. Chrissy's fine. The kids are fine. Robin's fine. Tell him we're all good over here."

"I will," Goodie says, and he's not sure Eddie will accept good as an answer today, but he'll try.

They are past the point that being queer is gonna tank Eddie's career. So, Goodie doesn't think it's the coming out that has Eddie in such a goddamn tizzy. Goodie's pretty sure it's the loss of normalcy for the kids, for Steve, Chrissy, and Robin that he's furious about, that he's mourning. Steve loves Eddie, but he wanted a family, a life and a home.

He didn't want to spend a lifetime on the road. So, a plan was hatched. A deal in place, and it's worked so damn well. For decades. Eddie had a homebase nobody knew about, Steve has his three kids and a pool-full of age-groupers to coach.

Maybe if they were coming of age now, they wouldn't have taken this route. Adoption for two queer men would have been an option. But, twenty years ago, this was the best idea they had. 

And now here they are. Freaks. Front page news.

Goodie basically scruffs Eddie like an angry cat, even if he's not currently shredding the curtains, and marches him right to his phone.

"Call Steve. He's good. You'll feel better after you do."

"What if our phones are bugged?" Eddie asks.

"Jesus H. Christ, Ed, so what if they are? Fuck 'em. There's no tap dancing out of this one. Some sort of the truth is gonna have to be announced. Don't fuck things up with your family because you're mad things aren't exactly as you want them to be."  

That's a problem Eddie has, and they all know it. It's his way, or the highway, always. And they've all stupidly catered to it maybe a little too much over the years.

But Goodie watches him dial, and waits until he's sure he's connected and calm. 

"Hi," Eddie says, then adds, "Anything new going on?"

And Goodie can hear Steve laughing through the phone, and Goodie's blood pressure plummets back to normal. It's gonna be fine.

Steve's got it from here. 

Back in the safety of his own room, Goodie crashes into the chair, and pulls out his own phone. It's finally cooled down, though the battery is depleting.

He calls home, too.

"You're famous," she says, and he laughs.

"Fucking Eddie. My knee hurts," he says, and then starts gossiping in the way you only can with your spouse. Telling her everything he knows.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

[entertext]

HGSN 30-1

Chapter (Japanese)

(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the Japanese chapter to show support)

Rough translation by me

P1

(sfx: crowd chatter)

(sfx: taiko drums)

Hikaru: Wow!!

Yoshiki: It's really crowded...You'd never see this in Kubitachi.

Maki: Duh!! Don't compare us to that backwater place!

Maki: Not that we're all that much better

P2

(sfx: taiko drums)

(txt: Ashidori Houko Festival)

Yoshiki: (Houko Festival...)

Maki: You're eating it like a hunk of meat

--

Yoshiki: Hole-patching?

Bro: In the first place, see, this "Houko Festival"

Bro: is a pretty weird festival, y'know?

P3

Bro: It's an event where you put out a "houko"* doll holding a needle and thread

Bro: and when it's over, it's put into a cave on the outskirts of the village

Bro: In the mid-1700s with the arrival of the missionaries, the custom changed into a festival,

Bro: But before that, it was called "Hole-patching"

Bro: It's not really known what kind of custom it was exactly

Bro: But it seems like it started when the village split and Ashidori was founded...

Yoshiki: The cave on the outskirts of the village...

* houko - meaning a "crawling child", referring to the shape of the doll (wiki)

P4

Maki: It's called Ashizukadou*, y'know, the place where a bunch of bones were found

Yoshiki: ...!!

(Hikaru: The location of the holes must be "where the bones were found", right!?)

Yoshiki: Huh...

Maki: It's technically a tourist spot, so

Maki: anyone can go inside

* 足塚洞 - (leg - burial mound - cave)

P5

Bro: I've heard that similar customs were once practiced in Kibougayama and Udekari...

Bro: but didn't find anything more than rumors

Hikaru: ...? Did the abandoned villages have something similar as well?

Bro: Abandoned villages...? Ah, well, who knows?

Bro: There aren't any documents from those places. (lol) To the point that its actually weird

Rie: It's true, I've lived here all my life and don't know anything either

Bro: ...Hn? Who's the lady just now? (lol)

P6

Maki: She's the strongest exorcist, Kurabayashi-san

Bro: ......

Bro: Wait, whaaaaaaat!!? Are you serious!??

(sfx: shriek)

Maki: You know about her, big bro?

Bro: Know about her? She's super famous in these circles, a legend (lol)

Rie: I'm nothing all that special, but the rumors have gone and, well...

Bro: She really exists!! (delight)

Bro: Hey, uh, can I ask you a question!? How do you do exorcisms!?

P7

Rie: Sure? It's a little different from an exorcism, but... Ummm...like with a slap...?

Rie: like, "Hey now!"

Bro: Exorcism Slap!!?? (rustle rustle open click click scribble scribble scribble)

Bro: Oh shit, my plane's going to take off

Bro: Yuuta, lemme know what kind of talisman you want as a souvenir from Thailand!

(sfx: hangs up)

Maki: ...Sorry my bro's such a creep

P8

(sfx: taiko drums)

Performers: Ah, Tenban to the north, sorayoiyoi~

(sfx: crowd chatter)

Hikaru: Hey, what's that? That glowing drink!!

(sfx: GRAB)

Yoshiki: Hey, don't forget what we're here to do

(Rie: I'll go take a look at that Ashizukadou cave, so you two see if you can find any clues from the festival)

P9

Yoshiki: We're looking for some hint about closing the hole-

(sfx: thump)

Yoshiki: Whoa!

(sfx: whuff)

Yoshiki: Oh, wait!

??: Hey!! Luna!!

P10:

Mother: I'm so sorry!

Yoshiki: Here

Luna: Thank you

Mother: And after you worked so hard to make that doll

==

Next chapter: In one week

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Hikaru: Maki, do you have a photo of your bro?

Maki: Yeah, I do

Hikaru: Whoa! He's handsome!

Maki: But he's missing his teeth

[vintagerpg]

Sea of Mystery (1981) is an interesting Tunnels & Trolls solo. The concept is pretty straightforward: you get on a boat, looking for adventure and, generally, it finds you. In practice, this is essentially another teleport dungeon like Deathtrap Equalizer, its just that the meandering whims of the seabound life obscure the mechanisms a little better.

As I said, you get on a boat. From port there are a number of short adventure paths to follow, some silly, most extremely deadly, one surprisingly horny (I did not realize until this batch of T&T solos how horny this game is, generally). The Sea has some strangely convenient magical properties that mess with your equipment, essentially acting as the rules equalizers in the Deathtrap encounters. Finally, you can exit the solo whenever you hit port, which is a little more plausible than teleporting out with a frog-shaped ring.

Does it work? I think so. The variety in the threads is good. For the most part, you’re kind of stuck in the flow of events, which makes sense being one person on a boat. I like that. It often feels like you’re being pulled to a foretold destiny. Some folks will hate that, but here it feels novel. Most of the variance is down to saving throws. What choices you do have tend to be moral choices on the good/evil binary that remind me an awful lot of a BioWare game, except a little cruder. It’s not bad, though, and definitely interesting.

Ken Macklin’s cover seems a little underwhelming in the context of the whole line, but I really rather like it. It sets a strong tone and gives me Elric, sailor on the seas of fate vibes that feel real good. Interiors are by John Barnes and I love them. Boldly graphical, reminding me of some CYOA illustrations, actually. Good, clean stuff.

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

a fake cryptid and a real romantic

mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees

YJ accidental baby acquisition

merfam drama

gentle princely caretaking 

snippet from "a fake cryptid and a real romantic":

Clark hears a sudden rush of air and a thrumming, not-quite-human heartbeat, and is therefore unsurprised when Superboy pops up over the side of the Metropolis rooftop he’s sitting on and grins up at him. The kid always seems to be in a good mood, but is clearly in an even better one than usual. 

“Guess what?!” Superboy greets gleefully, pushing himself up on the edge. 

“What?” Clark asks, smiling wryly at him. The kid just gets so enthusiastic so easily. It’s kind of funny, to be honest. 

“I got a date!” Superboy says delightedly, plopping into a seat beside him and kicking his legs excitedly as he does. “Robin said I could go hunting with him in Gotham this weekend!” 

“You’re going to hang out, you mean,” Clark corrects kindly, since Superboy still has a notably skewed education and concept of correct terminology and probably calling working with another vigilante a “date” without knowing what that actually means isn’t going to end well for the kid in the long run. Especially since Robin isn’t actually an aspect of Gotham like the Batman is and would definitely be confused by it. 

Admittedly, the Batman gets confused by some very straightforward things sometimes, but still. 

“‘Hang out’,” Superboy repeats, cocking his head with a slightly puzzled expression that almost immediately clears into another excited grin. “That, yeah! I caught Catwoman breaking into some fancy cat exhibit in Gotham and dropped her off for him, and he was into it! And I gave him a diamond and he liked that too!” 

“A . . . diamond?” Clark blinks. He really hopes Catwoman didn’t manage to be that bad of an influence on the kid in one meeting, but he wouldn’t put it past her. Superboy’s impressionable and Catwoman is . . . well, Catwoman. “Uh–where’d you get that?” 

“I made it!” Superboy says proudly, puffing himself up as he mimes the act of crushing something in his fists. 

. . . alright then, Clark thinks, mildly bewildered. He has no idea why Superboy would make a diamond, much less give it to Robin, but the kid gets weird ideas into his head sometimes and he supposes it would’ve been good practice for controlling his strength to very specific pressures, so he’s not going to say anything about it.

“Did you?” he says, figuring he should keep the conversation going. Superboy’s an odd kid, but he’s eager and has a good heart and always soaks up attention like a sponge, so Clark always tries to talk to the kid at least a little whenever the other finds him. 

“I figured Robin’d like it,” Superboy says reasonably, kicking his feet again. “Birds like shiny stuff, and he’s kinda a bird, right?” 

Clark is going to assume that Tim Drake more appreciated the expensive gemstone than the “shiny stuff”, assuming a teenage boy would even care about anything like that anyway, but he doesn’t want to rain on Superboy’s parade. Honestly, he’s just glad the kid’s finally trying to make a friend or two in the community who isn’t wearing an “S”. It never hurts to have a little backup on call–or to have a friend who understands the life around, either. 

He’s not actually certain what the Batman’s latest Robin’s policy on maintaining his secret identity among the larger hero community is–even Dick still typically presents himself as a city splinter, just of Bludhaven instead of Gotham now–but even if he keeps passing for a cryptid with Superboy for a little while longer, it’s not like Superboy’s had a normal life experience. He’s not going to be bothered that he can’t talk about girls and homework with his new friend first thing. 

Clark vaguely dreads the possibility of Superboy eventually deciding to come to him to talk about girls, because he has absolutely no idea how to talk to anyone about girls, much less an impressionable teenager who’s guaranteed to hang on his every word for the whole conversation and take everything he says as gospel while also misunderstanding at least half of it, judging by most of their previous conversations. He hasn’t even been able to figure out how to give the kid the Kryptonian version of the talk, though, much less if it’s actually applicable to him. Relationship issues and dating are a whole other kettle of fish. 

Well, with any luck Superboy will stay too young for that kind of thing for a little while longer, Clark hopes halfheartedly. Just–please?

[wutheringmights]

I finished rereading The Song of the Lioness quartet by Tamora Pierce a couple of days back. I already talked about the first book in a post that garnered more attention than it deserved. I guess we were all happily reminiscing about the menstruation scenes together, or Tortall fans are so starved for content they (we) will reblog anything.(Understandable. I too am starved for a thriving Tortall fandom.)

I'm too lazy to make separate posts about each book, so we're just going to do a mega post covering the second, third, and fourth book.

Unlike last time, I will be giving a little criticism to this series. I still love it endlessly, but there were a few things about the prose I thought was interesting that I want to talk about a bit.

So, without further ado~

In the Hand of the Goddess

I think this one is my favorite one, despite how rushed the plot it. It contains all of my favorite plot points, like awkward romances with George and Jon, attending knight lessons, and a little summer war. Fun stuff.

But it definitely feels rushed. I really wish someone told Pierce to make this a 12 book series, expanding on Alanna's years at the castle. It would have gone so far to better develop the romances and the friendships in these books.

I am fascinated by what Pierce chose to skim over. Characters would die or kiss for the first time off screen, with the prose resuming with Alanna reacting to it. It demonstrates an understanding of character work that I personally adore and try to emulate in my own writing-- the real bones of a story being in how characters respond to fantastic events as opposed to the fantastic events themselves.

Also, the whole veil spell Roger cast in objectively stupid, and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible. You're telling me that Roger used magic to make Alanna lose interest in doing anything about the obviously evil things he was doing? That's fucking hilarious. You know an editor came back to Pierce and asked her to come up with a reason why Alanna wasn't just going to spring into action at the first sign of Roger trying to kill her, only for Pierce to come up with this. It's so silly. I love it.

Woman Who Rides Like A Man

Did this book age poorly? Yes, but not as badly as I remembered. That's not a stirring defense, and it's really not meant to be.

The Bahzir are a mess of Orientalism, and Pierce definitely deserves criticism for not only the way she wrote them but for the ways in which she frames their cultural practices as something that needs to be fixed. Having Alanna want to force them to change their culture to suit her beliefs is not a great look for both the character and the writer. And that's not even getting into the whole assimilation plotline.

But I did enjoy Pierce's attempts to expand on the definition of womanhood, especially as a part of Alanna learning to embrace femininity. There is this running thread in these last two books of Alanna learning about all the different ways to be a woman and choosing for herself what her gender means to her. It's not done particularly well, and anyone looking for a revolutionary examination of gender roles and identity is going to be sorely disappointed. But there's an attempt here that I can't help but appreciate.

This book is also where Pierce starts to slow the plot down, which lends it to having the most reasonable pacing out of the bunch. That being said, it's also the book where the lack of development for a bunch of the side characters start to hurt. I really wish Gary or Raoul joined Alanna in the desert. Raoul gets his moment in the sun with the Protector of the Small books, but Gary remains largely forgettable. In fact, I spent this entire read-through convinced this man dies at the end of the last book, if only because I can't remember where he appears in any of the other books.

Lioness Rampant

This book somehow has the improved pacing of the third book while still feeling rushed. The quest for the Dominion Jewel really should have been it's own book, if only to give Thayet and Buri more room for development. Thayet in particular really needs her moment to shine, especially when she continues to be an important character in the other series.

But do you know who did get a lot of screen time? Liam.

Remembered shit about this guy before going into this book. I could only vaguely recalled disliking him as a kid, but not as much as I venomously hated Jon. (Speaking of which-- I love the way this man is realistically shitty. Him getting dumped by Alanna is always my favorite scene.) But Liam? Fuck that guy. Holy shit. I give full applause to Pierce for portraying the important milestones every girl goes through growing up, which includes having a situationship that is so shitty that it becomes essential character development.

Roger's return feels very... cheesy? I think Alex should have stepped up to be the final villain on the story. Unlike Roger, Alex was Alanna's friend. They have history. The betrayal would have imbued that final fight with so many more emotions than it ultimately had. I also would have liked Alanna to have at least meaningfully talked to Alex sometime before the climax.

Honestly, it's impressive how reactive Alanna is as a character in the last half of the book. She doesn't seek out how to stop Roger's plan, or fix Thom, or anything. Other characters make plans and she just... waits for something to go wrong.

That being said, by virtue of Alanna's relationships with George, Liam, and Jon all happening sometime in this plot, this book becomes a good place to look to get the full berth of how Pierce handles romances. Which, I love her approach. The romances are never over the top or, for lack of a better word, too romantic. It's very down to earth, with characters dating, marrying, or breaking up for realistic reasons.

Jon and Alanna were friends who broke up because they had different life plans. Liam and Alanna broke up for having fundamentally different values. As much as I bitch about how shitty Jon and Liam are, they're not cartoonishly evil. They're just a little shitty the way most of your exes will be. Jon and Liam are men could find love with someone else. They just aren't suited for Alanna.

Meanwhile, the most romantic things George does are wait for her and be supportive. He doesn't fight or get territorial. He makes his feelings clear, then waits for Alanna's cues. Alanna definitely loves him, but she ends up with him in the end because their lifestyles and core beliefs meld together. There's no grand romantic gesture or whirlwind affairs. They are just a good pair.

I have read stories with far heavier focuses on romance, and none of those couples feel as perfect as Alanna and George. Those stories prioritize all the gooey moments over showing why the main couple should get together. For how little romantic interactions they have, you believe these two could have a successful marriage. Perfect stuff.

---

Over all, I really enjoyed rereading these books. For all my griping, I still love the story. I love Alanna. She's a character who is fundamental to my soul. No matter where I am in life, I will always want to open these books and find her again, to walk back into Tortall and join her on her quest to be a lady knight.

My copies of the series come with forewards from a previous edition. In one of them, Pierce wrote that this series started off as an adult fantasy story that was much darker and edgier. I need to know what that story looks like, what happened in it. Pierce can claim as she wants that she hardly remembers what it looks like, but I refuse to believe that. Release the unedited first draft, Pierce. I am begging you.

[elllisaaa]

Hihi , im not really sure if it would be ur style of writing but i had a dream abt it and i thought u could write smth along those lines(i think for this fluff would be good🥹 but if u wanna add smut is fine too hehe)

Heres the prompt:

Basically most of the days you would be hanging out w ur bff beomgyu after sch, just hanging out in each other’s presence is enough. You guys wont force a conversation if its not needed n sitting in silence gives you both a peace of mind.(thise type of fs)

But one day u told him that u were going to an event with ur girl bff , where she could see her fav artist , and you being a supportive bestie decided to go with her!

Somehow thru the night things changed and you ended up with beomgyu saying these words: “ It’s always been you y/n, my eyes are only for you”

(Not rlly sure if this is how a prompt should be(if im giving too much cos this is my first prompt) but i hope it sparks interest >_<)

hiii anonie !! this definitely so damn cute, i got a little overboard with this one but i love it so much, it's so soft omgg ! this definitely such a good idea i love it, and don't worry - the longer your thoughts are, the more i'm happy !

BFF!BEOMGYU who never stops annoying you every day, be it by sending you tons of texts or by dropping by your place when he's done with his schedule. well, you always claim that he's annoying but he knows that it isn't the truth and that you're always happy to see him.

"by the way, i will not be there for our movie night tomorrow, i'm sorry." beomgyu turned to you with a judgemental look on his face. "you're letting me down !?" you rolled your eyes as you threw one of the cushions of your sofa at him. "don't be so dramatic. i'm just going to a fanmeeting with one of my friend because she didn't want to be alone."

and even if your reasons were very valid, beomgyu couldn't help but be bothered. you always spend your free time with him, and it didn't even matter if the two of you just laid in your bed in silence, watching a serie while playing stupid games on your phones. it didn't matter because what he seeked was your presence, feeling you by his side. he loved to know that he could lay his head on your lap anytime and that you would drop your phone to thread your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep.

but sometimes, just sometimes, he wished he could be even closer to you. the type of closeness that would allow him to feel jealous about you going to a fanmeeting of another idol. the type of closeness that would allow him to kiss you, and love you like you deserved to be loved.

a pout was visible on his face, but what was even more striking was the slighlty hurt look in his eyes. and even if your best friend was always a little drama queen whenever you cancelled plans with him or hung out with somebody else, you never took him too seriously, knowing that he just liked to yap. but today, it seemed different.

beomgyu didn't want to separate from your warm body, but he still sat up, already missing the feeling of your hands in his hair, but his heart was hurting too much to keep pretending this time. it was nothing, he was aware, and he didn't have any right being jealous or feeling like he was. but he did, and he wished you would feel the same even if it was impossible because he was him and you were yourself, and there was simply no way that you would love him like that.

"why are you taking it like that gyu ? i know it's a little late to let you know, i should've told you before but it's no big deal, yeah ? i'm free this weekend if you wanna come by after practice, i'll even cook for you if you want."

beomgyu could feel a knot forming in his throat the more you talked, realizing how wrong he was for making you feel guilty about something you weren't responsible for. but the question he was dying to ask still got out of his mouth, the words coming out almost against his will : "do you like him more than me ? do you think that he sings better ? is that why you're letting me down ?"

his shaking voice made your heart clench, and you paused the movie that was now serving as a background noise, focusing entirely on your best friend and the way he was fidgeting, not daring to look you in the eyes but he seemed more than anxious, more than sad.

"where is that coming from gyu ? i've never said that. or did i make you feel this way ?" but beomgyu shook his head no. "you didn't. it's just…" he stopped for a moment, seemingly thinking about something before he curled up on himself on your couch, gaze fixed on the frozen tv screen. "forget it, i'm just being selfish."

the entire mood had changed, but you couldn't care less - you were only very worried about your best friend. "you know you can be selfish sometimes, i don't mind. tell me what's going on, please ?" and beomgyu finally looked at you in the eyes, biting his lips as if he was still unsure about what he was going to say : "i'm making a big deal out of this because i want to be the only one you're fangirling over, okay ? i want to be the only one you find handsome, and the only one you gush to your friends about. i wanna be the only one for you because for me it has always been you y/n, my eyes are only on you."

you looked at him dumbfounded, as you clearly didn't expect a confession, especially from your best friend. but quickly, a little smile spread on your lips as you reached for beomgyu's hand. he let you do that, and he let you pull him closer to you too, your face only inches away from the other.

"you've always been the only one for me too gyu, i simply didn't think that you would feel the same because you're always surrounded by the most beautiful girls of the country, so why would you choose me ?" - "because i'm in love with you, so in love with you it hurts sometimes." your smile was matching his, and you could see his brown eyes sparkling with joy again. "i'm in love with you too, have been for so long." - "does that mean i can kiss you now ?" you chuckled but still nodded : "yes, you can."

so beomgyu kissed you, and the way his heart exploded in his ribcage was only another proof of how down bad for you he was. and he didn't want this feeling to ever stop if that meant he could wake up by your side every morning.

[emilybeemartin]

Ok ok ok ok listen. Because I have anxiety I feel it's my duty to say that this show won't be for everyone. I came to it over quarantine because my husband suggested we read Bernard Cornwell's series together, and I agreed because I liked Hornblower and knew this was the army equivalent and, let's face it, I wanted to see scruffy mid-thirties Sean Bean in uniform.

THE PREMISE:

Richard Sharpe is a lowborn rank-and-file soldier in the 95th Rifles during the Napoleonic Wars who is raised to an officer after saving Sir Arthur Wellesley's life (this all happens differently in the books, but the basic event is the same). Throughout the series, he rises in the ranks thanks to his bravery and heroism/recklessness, but he's always caught between two worlds--trying to be a leader of common men while never being accepted by the rest of the highborn officers.

Let's start with the bad:

CONS:

Look, this is a 90s drama glorifying the British army. So like, there are gonna be issues. Women are mostly romantic side pieces to be wooed and rescued, and there are plenty of subplots, verbiage, and stereotypes that didn't age well. Production values are low for the first few and so you've got battle scenes with like fifteen guys and a horse, which honestly I find endearing. But no episode is more cringey than Sharpe's Gold. Due to legal issues, the script had to be rewritten with none of the original material, and it turned into this bizarro semi-supernatural horror involving Aztec gold (in Spain, yes). It's completely different from all the other episodes, and even Sean Bean didn't like it (he called it a "mish mash," which is true). It's such a weird piece of work that we almost stopped watching the show, but we continued, and we were relieved to find that the rest of the series is markedly better. History Hack podcast does a great dive into why this episode was so whack.

PROS:

I MEAN COME ON

Sean really understood this character--absolute chaos on the battlefield and shy and awkward pretty much everywhere else. He's amazing in battle scenes and he's EPIC at acting wounded. But the scenes I replay over and over are when he's socially out of his depth and gets flustered and sputtery and so Sheffield the captions can't handle it.

Supporting cast:

You'll find a lot of your classic British TV favorites making appearances throughout this series, and the camaraderie among the riflemen is always fun. Obviously this is a dude fest, as stated above, but some of the women are also written and acted really, really well--- Assumpta Serna as Teresa is that winning combination of a love interest/action heroine who doesn't devolve into a damsel in distress, and even passes the Bechdel test on a few occasions. And Diana Perez as Ramona is so badass and enjoyable.

Locations: Aside from a few interior sets, these films are mostly shot outside on location, with practical effects and stunts. There's some gorgeous scenery of the Crimean peninsula standing in for Spain and Portugal, and it's just really fun watching these guys run around rocky escarpments and fields with flares and stage explosives going off around them.

Music: I saw someone tag the opening theme as "electric guitar jumpscare" and they're not wrong. It's wonderfully anachronistic and totally 90s and you'll never get used to it. But far better are the soldiers' songs John Tams threads throughout, as well as his and Muldowney's thematic scores, and you will always, always finish an episode with him singing "Over the Hills and Far Away" stuck in your head.

Filming Lore: There was a LOT that happened during filming. Everything from Paul McGann having to drop out as the lead to misadventures in filming in Crimea just after the collapse of the Soviet Union. History Hack podcast has an awesome series of "filming of" episodes with input from cast, crew, and historians, and Jason Salkey (Rifleman Harris) has a book called "From Crimea With Love" that details the batshit filming adventures. I haven't read it but he references it every six minutes throughout the podcasts.

So: you've been warned, you've been primed. Start with Sharpe's Rifles; it's on Youtube. Watch it and Eagle, maybe jump to Battle or Siege if you're not sure, and then make up your mind.

If this all sounds enjoyable to you, but you wish there were more tall ships, more Paul McGann, more heroic brooding, and even MORE true love cosplaying as masculine camaraderie, you're in luck! Because you should also watch Hornblower!

And then draw fan art of it all! Please,,, I am so lon el y

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will... (Brush Name, Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader)

The new gallery space was open, and under everyone's noses a local artist was featured and studied by a enthused debutante.

W.C:~2.3k Warnings: Erotic works, Semi public sexual interaction (no PIV but there is not-so-dry humping), horny paint/art talk, (please let me know if I missed anything)

Your feet were planted solidly on the spot as they had been for the past few too many minutes.

A few steps to the left... and then you were still again, your eyes stuck on yet another hung canvas.

The shades of summer warmed the very air around you, you felt the sand under your toes, the ocean air whipping across your face and whistling past your ears. Your mind was held within the work as you stood there, completely in another world.

The opening of a small wing in the Carroway gallery was hardly a large event in the busy calendar of the Ton, especially when it sat, as it did, between a dozen or so back to back dances, balls and garden parties. There was barely a hundred people milling about the space, and with such grand high ceilings and vast wooden flooring it seemed close to barren.

Walking around the room as you were, other people were barely a consideration as your eyes flickered from one work to another, so a graze of wool sweeping past your bare elbow was a jolt enough to pull your eyes from the wall. The man was speaking, that was for sure, but the words were a flurry of mumblings to your ears, that were still working to tune back in to the world around you.

Your gaze followed the arm by your side, as it pointed about the work, to points and places your eyes never found, too busy working their way backwards towards the man's face. His vest and coat were finely made, the collar of his shirt and the scarf that secured it were very much the same but were overshadowed completely by the flurry that was his Adam's apple as he spoke so vehemently. Finally finding his face you trailed along his jaw, over his lips that danced about impassionedly, up his nose, and settled on his eyes, as fervent as his mouth but with a sparkle that was uniquely his.

'Mr. Bridgerton' Your utterance had interrupted his speech and led his words to a startled end as his flittering stare found you.

Functionally half asleep, you passed by the curtsey you were surely meant to give, and instead followed his arm, still held in gesture, back to the paint strewn canvas.

He greeted you briefly before following your lead and returning his focus forwards, at which point you spoke softly once again; 'I apologise for my absent state. Would you greatly mind repeating yourself?'

He released a chuckle before pausing a moment, seemingly caught in a silent conversation with himself, that concluded in summarising his point. 'I was only stating how enthralling this artist's use of the lighting was, as if the well itself was a set atop a stage, all but commanding our attention, yet I suppose you are my case and point.' His voice flowed like honey lilting over every syllable as he went.

'I suppose I am... You seem much better at keeping yourself grounded.'

'Practice makes perfect, as they say'

'Are there any you have seen that have tempted you today, into breaking that perfect run?' A smile crossed your lips as you kept your eyes fluttering about the space, avoiding the painting itself in an attempt to keep your feet on the ground.

Benedict stood a little taller, casting his gaze about the room a quiet hum sounding from his pursed lips and drawing your own attention. So much so that you had to blink quite a few times to tune back in as he returned his focus to you, the arm that was stretched towards the art was now hooked in your direction.

'Let me show you, hm?' Meeting his eyes you threaded your arm through his and nodded up at him, 'Please,' The word was barely a whisper as it slipped out of your mouth but his soft smile made it apparent he'd heard you clear as day.

His steps were slow, decidedly so, as if he was holding himself back from hurrying to his favoured piece, presumably for the sake of not drawing the full attention of the attendees. Benedict was nodding politely at those you passed, and although you were thankful for his tact, a part of you yearned to witness the full excitement he was so evidently supressing.

The work he brought to you was, by most members of the Ton's opinion, obscene at the very least. That much you had gathered by the wide berth given to the space where the painting hung, and upon settling your eye on it, you caught on to why. Following the strokes, the fleshy tones and the heat of the captured moment, you felt yourself slipping away from where you were and the man who remained intertwined by your side.

It was as if the flesh in front of you was our own, as if you could feel the artists eyes, their brush, tracing the curves of your form, and as your mind fell from its place in the gallery, you began to feel your chest burn.

Your breath grew shorter the longer your eyes rested on the art, this was a change the man by your side took in stride as his own gaze fell from the frame to the placard beneath, wherein the name 'Barnard Blake' sat neatly engraved.

B.B.

He was nothing if not slightly cocky, so yes, despite how seemingly obvious the pen name might appear, it was still the one he chose to use for such pieces that weren't as fit for the eyes of polite society. This moment however was a new one for him; getting to see the reaction people had to his art, and it was a rare treat, even more so, for the viewer to be someone so apparent in their appreciation for the medium.

Benedict watched as your glazed eyes roved the piece, he grew more and more desperate to hear the thoughts that he could feel building within your mind, so with a light hand he ran a path along your skin, hoping to pull you back to the surface.

The heat of his fingers in the chill of the winter air did its job of tearing your focus from the art in front of you, yet as your eyes moved from the wall, it fell to his presence against your flesh. Flickering your eyes back in front of you, the name beneath the the frame rung through your mind, it was one you hadn't heard before and still it prompted a strange sense of Deja vu, one that was echoed again by the touch upon your arm.

'Mr- Benedict, what is it about this that draws your reverie?' You dropped your pretence, in front of a piece like this, one he himself had pulled your attention to, there seemed no need for title or formality.

His eyes seemed to taunt you, never meeting your own but tracing your features lazily as he spoke; 'It feels extensively personal, like the artists eyes are my own.'

'Is that so...' You mused returning your eyes to the work, 'Is that perhaps because they are?'

Benedict's eyes seemed to remain unfazed for a few moments even as his lips formed a question of his own, 'What are you saying?'

'I'm saying...' connecting your eyes with his you watched them shift, as you brought your hand to his, stilling it in its trailed path. 'Bernard, were those lines, those strokes, strewn by these hands?'

'And what if they wer-'

'Say, Bridgerton? Surely you are not exposing this young woman to such profane works?' One Lord Hollowvale had stepped up behind the pair of you, so slipping your arm and hand from his, you withered at the draining warmth as his presence drifted, albeit mere inches from you.

'Of course, Hollowvale, we were simply passing through this part of the collection' Benedict's voice was even and slightly raised as if seemingly fixing himself back to formality.

'Good, good. Anyhow, I've been meaning to speak with you regarding...'

Taking this as a good point of flight you curtseyed your goodbyes and with a brief meeting of Benedict's eyes, you took your leave.

You returned quickly to your prior process of staring and floating away, now, however, the observation was now intercut with moments where you searched the space for his familiar frame. Lord Hollowvale alongside a few other men conversed with him for the following hours, by now you were approaching the last of the paintings, and soon enough you were moving to leave. Against any thought you dawdled as you left, stepping into the hall you trailed the trim of the panelled walls with your eyes, somehow straying even then...

Drifting so much so that you failed to note footsteps, only noting their adjoined figure as his shadow darkened the wood you stood atop.

'Leaving so soon?' Turning your head to the man behind you, you shivered as his touch found the hand by your side. Drawing a line from the tip of your middle finger, over your palm and up your arm, Benedict's touch was like fire tearing your skin asunder and leaving a burning heat in its wake. As his hand raised to toy with the hem of your sleeve your breath caught, and your lungs began to ignite.

'I believe you asked me a question. Care to remind me of it?'

His voice was low, words ghosting past your collarbone as his head dropped down beside your own, seemingly revelling in the lack of thoughts thriving between your ears.

Cobbling together the syllables you could, you spoke, your voice barely a whisper, 'W-was that work, the-the nude, did you paint it?'

It was then his hand delved beneath the fabric of your sleeve, curling around it and slipping it from your shoulder, replacing the silken fabric with his lips against his skin. Benedict's arm sweeping over your front shelved your chest as he grasped your side, his mouth patterning a pillowy trail across to your throat, secured a latch like pucker against your flesh releasing only briefly to murmur out his response.

'And what if I had?' his words rushed air down the front of your dress teasing your bosom with their heat and running a titillating sensation up your spine.

'Then I would label you lewd, and rakish for exposing me to such debauchery.' Your words sounded unsure of yourself despite any inward conviction.

'You would shame me so publicly? Call me such things with my lips on your skin? With my hands upon your body?' He emphasised his words with an open-mouthed press of his lips and a squeeze of his hands, the other of which had snuck to grip the fabric on your hip, bunching it up between his fingers.

'I would not' The chuckle that hummed against your neck spurred you further, 'For then I would have to submit myself to that same title.' At this Benedict raised his head, leaving in his wake, a chill as the air brushed over the memory of his kiss. His grasp spun you beneath him, pulling your front to his own as your eyes met once again.

'You never said what you thought of the painting, what you felt as you fell into the work. I watched it happen and I admit, watching you trace my lines with your eyes as your mind drifted was an indecently captivating sight.'

'I-I was feeling your touch, your brush against my skin, your eyes covering every inch of my body. It was what clued me in to you, your touch on my arm, drawing across my skin. It was identical. Had you paint on your fingers I was sure you would coat me all the same.'

'Is that what you want? My mark upon your flesh, adorning you head to toe?' Benedict was teasing that was for sure, but the look in his eyes let you know there was no word he did not intend to follow through on.

'Y-yes Bene-Benedict I-' Your words fell short as his hand at your hip began gathering more and more of the fabric of your dress, tugging it higher and higher until that side was all but bare, the skirt collected at your hip. Looking down at the space by your feet, you watched as his leg snuck between your own, the harsh cloth grazing the sensitive surface of your inner thigh and pulling the air from your lungs in a shuddering exhale.

'Yes what lovely?' His tone was even and his lips stamped the corner of your mouth as he awaited your breathless answer,

'I want your touch, and everything it leaves. I want you closer.' The words were rushed, tumbling from your lungs between pants.

His hold on you drew you closer as his lips pushed against your own and as your hips dragged over his leg, the knitted material drawing a whimper from your throat that fell right into his mouth. Your hand clutched his shoulder in a scramble for balance, leaning completely into Benedict as the sensation between your legs sent a delicious heat throughout your body that warmed the very air around you. Shifting slightly as you breathed your way through the overwhelming feeling, you moved back and forth over the meat of his thigh the drag eliciting the most intense desire in your stomach.

Your eyes, screwed shut in the heat of the moment, darted open as Benedict dropped his leg from your core, the wetness clinging to your skin was set alight by the chill of the winter air. Senses shocked and desperate for more your voice whined, 'Benedict P-please, stay.'

looking to his face as the weight of your dress fell back into place, you followed his sight down to his leg, where a darkened stripe had been drawn the length of the cloth. 'Oh-Oh I'm so Sorry.' Tilting your head back up to his own, he connected your lips once more before wordlessly tugging his scarf from his collar and pressing it to the wet patch.

'It will stain...' you trailed off, your cheeks burning with heat, that only grew worse as the man above you met your statement with a raised brow, a wicked smirk and the muttered,

'Will it now?'

Benedict was much too joyous at the ruin of his pants in your opinion, but how could he complain. If you were willing to bear his marks he was happy to wear yours.

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

Sugar threads

Summery:

With mumbo being far too tall, and far too skinny for any human, almost all of his clothes have to be hand made, with lots of love and care, to fit him. And who better then the local tailor, of which he is dating, who has quite a lot of love to spare for the redstoner?

No Tigger warnings!!

Not proof read or edited!!

(This is for an event by the name of @redscapeweek!! Day 4. Tailor/sharing clothes/vintage!!)

Mumbo had requested something he had never yet asked for. A dress. Now, scar is over the moon!! Thoughts fill his mind at every corner, ideas, designs, fabrics, all the sorts. Accessories and more.

The tall man himself had requested a blazer like top, and a skirt that went down just a little bit past his knees. And scar had fallen in love with the idea in seconds. A loud clicking sound leaving him in excitement, quickly rolling off to grab his sketchbook and look at fabric, mumbo following with a huff of noise.

"I- I wasn't even done talking!!" He laughed out, shaking his head as he bent down to fit through the doorway. Light streaming in through large windows overgrown with all sort of forestry. Rolls of fabric covering walls with a large simple desk in the middle. Sewing equipment thoroughly covering the desk. A large sewing machine on the left side. 

"Well I gotta be ready!! Mister mumbo, inspiration hit, and I can only help but follow its lead!!" He laughs lightly as he comes to a stop at his table, reaching for his notebook, he practically throws it open, jotting down the small amout of notes he already has. Clicking his tounge as he turns the page.

Mumbo leans slightly over his shoulder, fiddling with his hands as scar starts with a sketch.

"do you want it flowy or skin tight..?" He trails off a little, looking up at mumbo with eyes that seem to hold every possibility, every thought, everything. The way the brown eyes stay wide and scar grin at mumbo, has mumbos knees weak, and his heart soar. 

"I uh. The, the top I would like skin tight? The blazer? But, the actual dress part I uh, flowy? If that makes sense?" He asks with a bit of hesitance, an awkward smile on his own face.

Scar laughing softly as he jots it down. Adding to the sketch with a grin. "Well of course it is mumbo jumbo!! Why wouldn't it be?" He teases lightly, his eyes staring at the tall man's stature from the corner of his eyes. Said man almost folding more in on himself like he was punished.

"Well, it's, it's it like, we'll, complicated?" He chuckles, leaning down quite a good bit, practically on his knees to drape himself over the back of the wheelchair, and onto scar. Scar letting out a huff of a laugh at this.

"Complicated, won't stop me, remember that suit covered in fake flowers? That was far more complicated then this." He snorts. The sketch, and imagine of the dress blossoming under scars fingers.

With mumbos impossible hight, thin body, and sensory issues, almost everything has to be hand made for him to wear. Abd everything matters, down to the tag, the stitching, and the fabric.

It has to be made with love.

Lucky for mumbo 

Scar has a lot of love for the man, that he can pour into each outfit.

Moments past, and before either of them have the chance to notice, the sketch is down and scar is rolling off to the fabrics. Stopping at the blacks.

"Do you want to pick one that feels nice for the outside?" Scar asks with a chuckle as mumbo walks up, feeling along each fabric with care. Knowing that not only is the fabric expensive, but it must also feel safe. He stops at an almost silky one. Thick with a smooth feel to it. Plain black with lines on it, it a barely noticeable darker black. 

"I think this one will be nice..?" Without missing a beat, scar rolls over, looking at the number of the roll and writing it on his wrist.

It's easy to do the same with the rest. Selections of a red dress, following the silky feel. And a soft and warm white for the inside.

They realize it's easy to follow old habits, of mumbo spinning in circles as scar measures him. Scar kissing small areas he can reach, just to fluster mumbo, no matter how often he does it, the pale man still goes bright red, words getting caught in his throat. Mumbo and scar humming along to the same music. Scar joking the mumbo gets the boyfriend privilege of free clothes, Mumbo huffing out laughs in exchange as he makes a silly joke of how it's surprising that scar isn't trying to milk him out of every last Dimond, scar will comment how he'll milk him for something else with far too much confidence, ans then they'll develop into fits of giggles when scar realizes the implications of what he just said, with red faces. Mumbo sitting with scar and idling around the room on the days scar works on it. 

They never really change these days. They don't think they need to.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

🍵 This story about our Saint was just shared with me by 🍵 u/ContentPineapple3330

This story about our Saint was just shared with me Hi! It’s me. The person who started the thread asking people to share their own experiences with our victimized saint (or, more likely, your friends/connections experiences). Oh, did you deliver! And I'm so tickled you appreciated my pre-Harry story of her Toronto days.

Anyways, after that post, someone with a much better tea than me DM’d me (with pictures for proof). They want to remain anonyomous, which is why I am sharing on their behalf and taking out all identifiable details, because as we know — the sugars are legitimately insane and no one needs them in their lives.

That said: It is SO IMPORTANT we share these stories, because this is how the truth comes out. Critical mass is hit, and no PR can change it.

The story, paraphrased by me.

I've been waiting for the moment to tell this story. I'm a long-time lurker of this sub, but I don't usually comment or post. However, I have some really interesting tea that I got from a friend during a work trip.

Last year, at the Invictus Games in Germany, a photo of Prince Harry, his wife, and a colleague of mine went viral. In fact, imagine my surprise when I first saw it here in this sub! Much later, during a work trip, I met up with my colleague for dinner, and I couldn't resist asking her about Invictus. I thought she was pro-H&M; however, her experience revealed quite the opposite.

First the picture. She recounted that Meghan Markle spotted her and a friend, saying, "This would make a great photo opportunity," then practically manhandled them into taking a photo. Although Meghan was nice during the photo op (and Prince Harry was much nicer, and carried the actual conversation), my friend described her as "evil" and mentioned that Invictus is used primarily for PR. The organizers and volunteers had code names for the couple and could predict their arrivals because entire sections would be blocked off for staged events, and Getty photographers were ushered in.

In Harry's opening speech, he mentioned recently discovering his wife's Nigerian heritage. My friend said there was "tumbleweeds" of awkward silence, except for some cheers from about a dozen Nigerians who had been "rounded up" for this announcement. It struck many as disrespectful, diverting attention from an event dedicated to injured soldiers to focus on Meghan's heritage.

She was also at the event where Harry danced down the stairs to meet the Nigerian team. Organizers had gathered Nigerian women into a section, and H&M were then escorted down among them. Meghan walked right by my friend without acknowledging her, despite having forced a photo with her the previous day. It was clear that the Nigerian connection is obviously about PR. They stayed for only 10 minutes, and people were planted for photo ops. It all felt very contrived, with Getty photographers capturing them "posing for photos in the crowd" before they were quickly ushered out.

In fact, my friend revealed that supportive cardboard banners are handed out to people gathered in sectioned-off areas. [Editor's note: this is where my mouth dropped open. THEY'RE HANDING OUT BANNERS OF SUPPORT!]

She said Harry seemed to hate the attention but is besotted with Meghan. He disliked it when the crowd sang "Happy Birthday," whereas Meghan appeared to revel in the attention, enjoying people pulling at her and touching her hair.

Funny anecdote, Harry was heard saying: “Keep those fucking English away from me," clearly referring to English journalists.

I believe that every Invictus Games will have volunteers who witness similar things, and it's only a matter of time before more details like this leak.

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

Here's a wholesome idea for Reincarnation. You've already established that Reincarnated Mirabel never had a symbol of her own in real life, the butterfly thing was made up by Disney and was actually just the symbol for the family in general, so what if for her birthday or Christmas, any event where they'd give presents really, they give her a dress decorated with a unique symbol that represents her, perhaps a needle and thread or a book, something unique that highlights her natural gifts and what makes Mirabel Mirabel

None of the Madrigals wears their individualised symbols now, or at least not to the extent of their first lives. It would look weird in the modern era. (That’s not to say they won’t wear something that relates to them, but it would be more of a coincidence than something done intentionally). And it’s enough of a struggle getting Mirabel clothes, let alone something so specific.

And circling back to how weird it would be.

But I don’t want to leave you with nothing, so fuck it, let’s just talk about the girls fashion senses (in the modern era) and shopping.

First off, there’s the obvious change in fashion. They lived in a rural Colombian town stuck in the 1890s, the idea of an accidentally exposed knee would have been scandalous. Never mind some of the outfits seen daily today.

Isabela and Luisa need little convincing to embrace the modern style of dress. Partially because they are both a lot more confident in their own skin than Dolores and Mirabel, and are more than happy to show it off. They didn’t hesitated to ditch the long dresses, skirts and blouses. In fact, you’d probably have to pay them to dress like that again.

Isabela is quite punk rock/biker in her style, which can change. It’s Isa. Leather jacket, metal studs/spikes (because they replicate cacti spines), cool boots, etc. Think Rosa Diaz. She gets very into the idea of dyeing and painting over her purchases, because she likes to have a splatter of colour or several. Very modern and trendy in her style, she’s the most likely to be stopped and complimented in the street. She knows how to dress her body (came with the perfectionism) and is obnoxiously good at it - she usually gets invited by the others to help them with shopping.

Luisa, same with her last life, prioritises comfort. She is a lot more casual in her wardrobe - she can be chic but still comfortable, okay? Ironically, think Jessica Darrow. I’m telling you right now, if she and Jess were the same size, she’d have stolen her entire wardrobe years ago. At the same time, she’s probably the one you could convince to wear some of the most ridiculous pieces of clothing. She’s the theatre kid of the four, always happy to dress up and entertain.

Dolores was a lot more hesitant, but has slowly come around to modern clothing. Very romantic in her style - though she still wears a lot of skirts and dress, never as long as Mirabel - but also on a similar casual line as Luisa. Outfits should be practical, then again that is a sentiment they all share. She’s also more vintage than the previous two but not quite Mirabel’s level of historical (accuracy), she’ll happily mix and match things from several periods and have to deal with Mira complaining for the rest of the day.

Mirabel won’t wear something later than 1950s. Most of her wardrobe is vintage pieces or things made to look vintage. Heels, blouse, full skirt, scarf, etc. Think Sandy in Grease, but she never ditches her original for style a man and does embroidery. Honestly, if she had it her way, she would be dressed in full medieval garb with a veil and headdress, but she knows that she’d get a lot of weird looks for that, so this is the most modern you’re getting. As the years go on, however, she does change her style slightly with her increased comfort and better mental health, embracing a more relaxed feel.

In addition, these girls lived in a time where everything was still tailor made to fit for each person, subsequently getting a new piece of clothing was a bigger deal than it is now. So, the idea of sizes and everything being pre-made, and then also online shopping, was probably a shock to the system.

Isabela greatly enjoys going out shopping. She has zero patience and likes that she can just try on/buy as much as she pleases. Dolores also likes it, more for the independence it gives them. Whereas before the tailor would essentially be the one dressing and styling you, now you are pretty much doing it yourself.

Luisa and Mirabel don’t but that’s because of the bad experiences they have with sizing. Some shops are really good with having things in shop that fit Luisa’s height and muscles in women’s clothes, some are pretty shit with it. Inclusive sizes are only just becoming something of importance to most brands.

Mirabel’s issue is actually with the sizing system, which she has written many an essay on to complain. She is too small for women’s clothing, so she is pretty much stuck in the kids section. However, girls clothes obviously don’t account for fully grown breasts. She can get bottoms, skirts and shoes perfectly fine, but anything else? She’s screwed.

Shopping for swimsuits/bikinis is a nightmare for the pair. Which is a shame because Luisa loves beach/swimwear and gets really excited for it, only to be repeatedly disappointed. Mirabel always feels really uncomfortable at showing more skin and after not finding something that fits, ends up very upset with herself.

So yeah, it’s fun.

[thearchercore]

What’s your take on Max’s PR? I feel like for someone who does as little PR as possible he’s been able to get build a good thing. Part is due to his winning but I also feel like he has such a strong base that follows him that it has to be one of the reasons sponsors will take him in even knowing he’s not going to be the guy posting constant content for you that he has such a loyal following already. And the craziest thing for me is that he didn’t really make an effort to get it, most had been just because of who he is and he didn’t seem to make a effort to build a following up.

max's case is kinda silly. he has been in f1 for a loong time so he went through multiple indirect PR rebrands.

we all know max does not like PR or social media, the only personal interest in social media comes from his endeavors with team redline and sim racing.

his instagram basically fullfills the criteria of what he should post but you can notice most captions have similar wording of "keep pushing" or "we need to maximize the result" etc. etc. i wouldn't be surprised if his IG was purely ran by his team and not him. there were also instances where "he" commented under his gf's posts while he was driving a car in a free practice session soo.. the evidence of him not running the account is there.

he also had a few controversial situations in his career, the abu dhabi 2021 win, or the way he was portrayed in drive to survive in the first seasons.

now, however, more people seem to grow fonder towards him. why? red bull seemed to understand in their social posts like YT/tiktoks/reels that what sells with max is authenticity and that is that max is kinda a silly guy. christian himself said that max is a completely different person in the car/outside of it. in the paddock/garage he's reserved and shy and that's in general his personality.

for example, posts where max was just himself performed REALLY well. let's look on the RBR tiktok: max doing a simple tiktok screw thread game: 47M views the duality of max as a person/driver tiktok: 3.1M views max doing cartwheel in their teammate tiktok livestream: 4.4M views sticker war with charles: 7.8M views max doing the inchident challenge: 4.9M views so yeah, max COULD BE marketable, but only if he isn't forced to do anything against his will. i would also argue that the (for many kinda unexpected) friendship with charles also gained him more public sympathy because charles fans would ask themselves -- if charles likes max, then max must be a fun guy? he also has verstappen.com which is his personal brand, it doesnt do too much, it just exists as a glorified official max fanpage. the thing he needs to work on, however, are written interviews. i dont know if the interviewers just never understand him, or they try to make him look odd but the tone of his major recent interviews never translated well (time magazine, sunday times interviews come to mind). so that's something that he would need to work on --- he's very blunt and honest and straight forward and some things he says just sound really questionable on paper.

i would personally hype up more his side quests -- there aren't many but the 24hr stream he did to raise money for mental health support could be a great thing to promote, but most people only found out about it because he overslept the padel game lol. highlighting events like these would get him, again, more public sympathy.

so yeah, overall, his PR was bad, could be better, but it's going in the right direction and RBR finally understood that max could be a great marketing asset if he just is himself.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

I saw your art of Angel & Rocky! Do u have any headcanons for their potential relationship? Platonic or romantic?

Why yes I do! A lot of the people ive shown def enjoyed that art!

I can see Angel use his own spider webbing to help patch up Rocky from “work injuries”(unsafe environments, Val). Actually has done this for his other coworkers and in return they help him too ⛑️🩹

Rocky enjoys helping Angel dress up. Whether it be for shows or events he’s invited to or performing at. Def thinks Angel’s cute in cool-color pinks 💖💜

Whenever Angel’s invited to outings or events, will bring back some food if he can for Rocky💖 def enjoys cocktail weenies.

If they borrowed clothes like shirts, they'd basically be dresses for Angel and bras for Rocky🤣

After a long stressful day, might watch funny shows, movies and videos together.

Angel would be the one telling the cashier "he asked for no pickles!".

I can also see them shop together now and then! Angel def enjoys getting Rocky some threads! He enjoys the grunge/punk vibes!!!! Me and Teddi agree.

Angel’s def gotten him to dress up and do drag with him for fun! Def done Rocky Horror Picture Show for the name pun fun! Rocky loves glitter ✨

Angel helps Rocky be in touch with his feminine side more. I imagine Val pushes him to be more masculine.

Angel def shares his hair products. Rocky’s fair gets super soft and fluffy.

Def have DIY Spa days along with the rest of the workers to relax after a long night.

Also enjoy bonding through their different tastes in music! I can totally see Rocky be into stuff like Rare Americans. I can imagine Angel def got an appreciation for Jazz from Husk…🎷

Tries to be as gentle as he can get away with when doing scenes with Angel.

Has helped Angel get closer with his other coworkers(they all admit they hate what Val makes them do to Angel when he’s angry). Has gotten him to come out now and then with them after work and when he doesn’t have anything to do at the hotel.(Angel-I’m practicing my outside safety net socializing, don’t worry Val won’t be there this time)

Can see them try cooking together. I can see Rocky be kinda clumsy there. I could see him enjoy baking 🍪🧁

Rocky LOVES taking care of Fat Nuggets 🐷💖 often gets scared about hurting him with how tiny he is.

Enjoy exploring Hell together. Perhaps have a day like Millie and Sallie did in Helle's Belles. I hope Angel and Cherri get something like that and Rocky packs a lunch for him💖

@teddie-bear420 shared this with me. I def feel like it shares their vibe! Teddie’s also suggested them dressing up like Grease together! I can also see Rocky want to do something Ghost Rider related

Def helped comfort Angel when he and Husk broke up💔(hypothetically if they do get together which is probably)

If Husk and Angel do break up, Rocky helps Angel properly apologize and leave things on a better note(I imagine the breakup wouldn’t be an easy one)

Angel acknowledges the mistakes he made in their relationship, admits he wasn’t easy to deal with(both dealing with personal demons) and knows he shouldn’t put it on Husk for judging him for those moments where he had the right to. Even if Husk hurt him…he knows he’s done a lot of that himself and wants to make it clear he doesn’t see Husk as the bad guy. And maybe gives him a parting present 🎁 maybe a drink flask with spider webbing unto it! Husk would use it beyond just booze. 🥃

Maybe Husk ends up giving him a gift too. A new neckwear or other accessory! Perhaps with a suit symbol ♥️♦️♠️♣️

I can def see them vent to each other(Angel usually) about stuff wether that be Val, or perhaps Angel’s own frustrations with himself or back at the hotel.

Ngl I’m hoping they bring up/keep how Angel was back in the pilot Maybe he’s venting to Rocky about the the gang, past things(like feeling ignored in ep 2, the incident in ep 4, etc )….and begins reflecting that he hasn’t always been very considerate himself .

He despite being in free rehab, still did drugs casually behind their backs took part in a terf war and def enjoyed, causing problems for Charlie which escalated into her having a nasty fight with Katie which also led to a fire…like the studio did.

And when confronted, he didn’t even apologize, even still cracked jokes and insults. Sure he had a moment where he felt bad..but was scared to act upon it…and just left…

Angel-…I didn’t even bother trying to make up….let alone apologize…..maybe I shouldn’t be judging Charlie so much for being careless…

On the one hand, Angels actions certainly didn’t escalate to anything as bad as the studio Incident….but he was also kinda careless of what his actions could cause and didn’t exactly try to set things right or even act apologetic for the damage he caused, even still continuing to insult and poke fun at them and their project… And hey Charlie’s not only a sheltered Princess but also the daughter of the DEVIL himself…makes sense she wouldn’t be aware or fully considerate of the impact of her actions ….so what’s his excuse?

He def has every right to still be hurt, Charlie still screwed up with her approach(Probably would’ve been good for Vaggie to have went with her or both wait for Angel, and im not 100% sure how much she was really taking her advice but I can imagine she assumed Charlie would know cause she’s a Princess, not realizing she’s been sheltered and not properly taught those things and didnt think shed have been like that). Not to mention with his things with Vaggie and Husk…he never made it easy for them especially to really empathize and keep their cool with him…

He comes to realize….he hasn’t been the best himself towards the people around him. Only just recently started becoming more considerate of others because of the hotel. I can see Rocky suggest he actually try talking to Charlie more, actually talk to her about sinners and how they think/deal with things being a sinner himself. Help her actually understand him and sinners better! And ofocurse build more bonding with the others too like he has with Husk!

Being with each other make it easier to avoid Val trying to infect them with his nastiness. I actually theorized Val already had plans of hurting Angel and let Charlie stick around to use as a reason to seemingly so Angel would tire of her and come back….clearly it didn’t work. I can totally see Val try to make Angel revert back to his bad habits and issues.

Lowkey scared around Cherri cause of her explosives but tries his best to be friendly towards her since she’s Angel’s Bestie and genuinely wants what’s best for him, even if she can encourage the not so great things sometimes. Would probably buy her a firecracker or something cherry flavoured as a friendly gift 🎁

Same with the hotel. Def appreciates them for what they’ve done for Angel in terms of giving him a place away from Val and helping him improve himself. He and Charlie start off akward considering….what happened in ep 4. He’s def asked her important questions regarding Angel and how she’s trying to help him with that(if she’s properly thinking about Angel and not just what he could be for the hotel). He tries to give her some benefit of the doubt considering her background and figures she just needs more help with understanding mortals and real life problems and other reasons said above(all of the sinners got their own issues going on too)…..if my theory about her “true intentions” is true, and most likely Angel would be crushed though, he’s def gonna rip into her!

If Rocky were to share his own version of Loser baby, it’d be more gentle, supportive and more related to Angel coming to terms with himself and his own personal demons. Probably at a point where Angel’s actual past is revealed(his mafia past) and there’s some argument. Someone shared this REALLY cool theory .

Maybe he asks if he can be at times…like Val or even his family(people have pointed out the similarities of when Angel threw that bottle at Husk, like how Val threw his glass at Vox).

That if…they were right about him, being a bad person and all the other problems he has Rocky admits that...to an extent he can be. He can be selfish, he can be careless, he can even be very cruel and has made similar mistakes (Lashing out, pushing boundaries, not apologizing or admitting his mistakes) But also is not .

He's shown he can be kind, he can be considerate, he's actually admitting his mistakes now a days and trying to genuinely change And in the end, no one down there’s perfect, it’s Hell! Doesn’t mean they can’t get better if they want to be(Don’t need to be in Heaven to atleast be happy and better than you used to be alive)

Kinda hard truth Aesop of realizing at times u can learn some bad things from those who hurt u and repeat them, even be like them but that doesn’t mean you cant learn from their mistakes and change yourself, break the cycle(like Penumbra podcast).

I can def see Husk feel akward around Rocky(since in this scenario, he and Angel broke up) and seeing how well things are between them and how much Rocky’s helped out Angel…

Husk-…guess he was right… I was the problem afterall.

I can see Husk admit his own feelings of guilt and regret only for Rocky to point out had he not been in Angel’s life, he wouldn’t be doing how he is now, he wouldn’t be who he is now without Husk. And also points out Angel def wasn’t the easiest back than to be around himself and actually thanks Husk for being Angel’s first as it helped bring them together…they both appreciate him for everything💖 kinda like that talk Diane and Mr PB had!

Perhaps do cards together for fun 🃏

What do u think? Do u see Angel find anyone else besides Husk, stay single or do u think Huskerdust is endgame? I'd love to know💖