#final fantasy: interior decorating

[joiedecombat]

@alixennial encouraged, so here it is. Welcome to Raine's new house in Empyreum!

Under a cut because this is a lot of screencaps. 😭

There are a few Far East touches in the garden, including the guardian shiisa statues for the entrance. (The firefly cages were made using alchemy; real fireflies would never survive Ishgard's climate.)

This corner is best enjoyed at twilight.

As the Professor demonstrated, however, the outdoor bath is nice any time.

Best not to stay outdoors after, though, especially with night falling.

Welcome to the front parlor!

The upstairs is mostly used for entertaining guests, and the style is primarily Ishgardian, though there are Hannish and Far Eastern touches as well.

Let me be clear: @alixennial did by far most of the work designing the parlor. I made some adjustments and filled in the east wall, but the majority of what you see upstairs is her work. Including this lovely little music corner, with Aymeric's portrait overlooking Raine's harp.

My contribution, aside from the staggered shelf of collected odds and ends, was mainly putting in this cozy little window seat for watching the fish.

Their names are Ichiko and Niko.

Downstairs. The twins preside over the bottom of the staircase.

There's more Hannish style downstairs, compared to the parlor. This is where Raine lives and works, a more personal space reserved for herself, Aymeric, and their family and close friends.

A combination library, living room, and personal study, with a loom tucked away on the loft in a small crafting workspace.

The door leads to the bedroom and bath.

Bath to one side, with a screen and a curtain for extra privacy.

Bedroom to the other, with the fireplace between to keep the room warmed.

Rounding out the tour, back outside and past the outdoor bath...

The raised deck offers a view of the eastern skyline, with Empyreum spread out below.

And, to the north, a perfect vantage to watch the Moonfire Faire fireworks.

So, that's the tour! Thanks for coming along.

If you should happen to visit, do make sure to leave a note in the book. ❤️

[joiedecombat]

Okay, okay! Perhaps tomorrow night there will be a photo shoot.

I notice you didn't include the shot of the Professor enjoying the outdoor bath... 😋

Visiting Raine...

...except she's not in... I already knew that, she's off having adventures on the other side of the world, I'm just popping in to feed the fish and water the flowers. And chill in the lovely garden while I'm here :)

Oho what's this?... Ought I leave a review in the Empyreum Tripadvisor section? "10/10 Best parlour experience I ever had" "Lovely wine, with just the right amount of glasses for entertaining too" "Adorned with wall art most pleasing to the eye" (It's all true)

I'm making encouraging noises at @joiedecombat to take and post pics of Raine's home and garden because it's all beautiful.

[the-iron-shoulder]

2020 cross stitch of Rubicant

[image description: a cross stitch on white aida cloth of a sprite of Rubicant, from Final Fantasy 4. He is a red, demonic figure wrapped in a bright red cloak with blue splotches. The text on it says “was it glam? I will show you how!” The word “glam” is significantly larger and fancier than the surrounding text. The photo is taken in sunlight, showing off how much of the floss used is metallic and/or glossy. End description.]

made this in 2020 for my cousin! It’s a riff on a line from Final Fantasy IV, specifically the SNES translation (which, as we all know, was not exactly a modern translation). In the game, the party is up against Rubicant, the Fiend of Fire. Rubicant reveals that he was responsible for some Bad Stuff involving a party member’s family; that party member gets furious and (on the spot) learns a fire spell because of that anger, which he immediately casts at Rubicant. Since Rubicant is immune to fire, he just shrugs it off, tossing out a (maybe not perfectly translated) line that I absolutely love: “Was it Flame? I will show you how!”

(I think a more modern translation would be something like “you call that fire magic? Let me show you how it’s done!” but that doesn’t resonate with me the way the original does.)

Anyway, Rubicant’s sprite changes over the course of the battle, and in one of his two poses he’s sticking this weirdly muscular leg out of his cloak like he’s Louis XIV of France making sure that his portrait painter shows off his exquisite calves. Long story short, that inspired the text on this piece. Was it glam? I will show you how!

The photo kind of shows off the fact that this piece is SHINY. I used a lot of satin floss and a lot of metallic floss for different parts of it, so this thing straight up gleams in the right light. I think that’s appropriate for the vibe I was aiming for!

[jesselouiscox]

What do you think of my house?

[kanna-doryean]

An adorable couple commissioned me to work on their home(s)! First up is this modern Shiro home with biophilic touches, an eat-in kitchen, cozy living room with a waterfall feature, and a JP-inspired bedroom ready to embrace you after a long stressful day as the WoL! Plot Size: medium Address: Primal, Ultros, Shirogane, W30, P43

[agirlandherkinks]

Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

[emilykaldwen]

FFWAD 24 - Sins of the Father by @selfproclaimedunicorn

For my first foray into this yearly celebration with @renegadeguild, I picked the brilliant and fantastic story, Sins of the Father by @selfproclaimedunicorn. Misa has taken the fantastic AU premise 'What if Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce had kids?' and has run with it in the most delicious and satisfying way. The story isn't complete, but the first 'arc' has a good stopping point at a whopping 160k words, which made for the chonkiest book you could imagine.

This was the twelth book I've bound (both fic and rebinds of old favorites) and I tried several new techniques for it including rounding and backing the spine. I also stretched my legs in the formatting department and went all in with the interior. That meant ordering some special springhill paper to do these fantastic maps for the endpages. Full details behind the cut!

Typesetting: Normally I've kept my settings pretty minimal as I got used to the ins and outs of InDesign (during this, I did purchase Affinity Publisher and might end up moving to that, but I'm finally getting the hang of ID and you can pry it from my cold hands). I really wanted to mimic some of the interior of Fire & Blood for this, so I hunted down the fonts used and took an image of the decorative banner you see on the sides to use for the chapter openers. I also wanted to include timelines and family trees in true historically inspired fantasy tradition.

The family tree was created based off of the author's spreadsheet in Google Drawing, which I found to be the easiest thing to use when it comes to creating chaotic family trees like this (In the past I'd used lucid chart for a printable version, but google worked better here).

the timeline is honestly my favorite thing and I learned how to use tables in ID for the first time. I'm incredibly pleased with it. The formatting is based upon the line of kings in the source. The timeline covers the events of the first arc as printed in this particular story.

The chapter openers are some of my favorite! As the children are proud to be House Royce, I wanted to reflect that. The runes you see behind the Chapter number and title are the Floki font and name the character whose the POV for each chapter.

Since there's plenty of High Valyrian spoken and the author doesn't include the translations within narrative, it was the perfect moment to set up footnotes. I'll absolutely be doing this for my own story when I bind it!

Rounding and Backing: So this was a total adventure, but I really wanted the old book feel. I made the mistake of pressing the book for too long and lost a lot of the swell in the spine to round but it worked out AND I managed to back it a little bit. Since I wasn't doing cord tapes for the spine (this was a version of the three piece bradel), I had to troubleshoot. I ended up cutting strips of the leather cord I bought from michaels and laminating those pieces together and placing them on the oxford hollow on the spine (given how thick the book is, I wanted to give it as much structural strength as possible). The 'leather' covering you see is actually the craft leather (polyester) from Dollar Tree and it's pretty awesome but definitely has difficulties staying put with glue. I followed the normal procedure and slathered both sides up and used twine to compress the bookcloth along those leather pieces. there's a little gaping in some places which I think would help if I'm able to properly apply backing paper to the polyester.

HTV do's and don'ts: Hi! don't be me and forget to apply your teflon sheets before applying the HTV because then you fuck with the polyester but it's not too bad. The other pro-tip is to gently apply the iron to the cover so it's warm before applying the HTV so it can start to stick. I had to apply the front cover in three pieces and do the title twice. Also, it's really difficult to apply HTV to a rounded spine so I'll have to figure out how to set up the spine and cover before applying (since there's a certain amount of stretching the bookcloth over the spine). The spine might end up having to be regular adhesive vinyl for that. Also, it's stupidly hard to find metallic HTV in bronze.

Front matter and final thoughts: The bronze dragon was a lucky find through an extensive google search, and the runes surrounding it are 'we remember with fire and blood', a combination of House Royce and House Targaryen's words. Seems fitting four Yorick, Ella, and Aemon! The copyright page is mimicked off the source's style, including the AO3 information, the creative commons and fair use information, the guild stamp, a QR code to the AO3 page, and my own press stamp! The summary is pulled from AO3 as well.

All in all, I made this book twice and I loved it and learned so much every time.

I'm so happy with this project and I'm so excited to do the next arc! Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful story, Misa!

[jumpingjoltiks]

I want sugar daddy submas but a date with emmet. I feel like after a fancy lunch. They went to buy luxury furniture. And emmet asks the reader to decorate their house or room in ways that she wants it to be. And when the reader is choosing what sofa goes best in the living room (or her room) Emmett is just imaging all the kinds of things he can do with you on that sofa (and whether that sofa is good for sexy time.) when looking at all the mirror he just thinks about how he can f you in front of the mirror and see all the angle

Anon, I am so unbelievably sorry that this took so long to answer, but it has been eating at my brain for the entire time it's been sitting in my inbox and I really wanted to get it right. I hope what I finally came up was worth the wait!

Luxuries

Summery: Emmet takes you furniture shopping for the twin's summer house. Certain unspoken presumptions and misunderstandings in your relationship with the twins come to light. A little angst with a happy ending 💕

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Emmet x Reader (GN), Implied Sugar Daddy!Ingo x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Minors Begone!), Sugar Daddy-esque relationship (and the consequences and implications of such), smut, dirty fantasies, personal and financial insecurities.

After a wonderful morning of trying on clothes and being spoiled to death by Ingo, Emmet meets both of you at a small diner. You’ve never even heard of this place but the atmosphere here is incredibly cozy.

The whole interior is a beautiful, solid hardwood, and each covered table is set up against a curtained window that lets in the light. The booths, far from the cheap vinyl you're used to in diners, are instead actual loveseats made with real leather. The tile floor below you is a lovely dark green, which makes the isle in between tables look like an emerald sea.

“I didn’t think you’d like a place like this. It’s very vintage.” And fancy. You think. This is like no diner you've ever been to.

“That’s because it’s been in business for nearly a century.” Ingo says as he takes the seat across from you, “We’ve been coming here since we first started at Gear Station.”

He sets a small bag under the table. It contains a wonderfully soft cardigan you'd found on a sale rack on your way out of the tailor's. Its price tag could have fed you for two weeks, but Ingo insisted on buying it for you anyway.

It's absurd to feel weird over a cardigan, you tell yourself, especially when it was the cheapest thing bought for you today. You put on a brave face at the tailor’s, mostly because there was someone else already there, but you’re really not used to having so much money to use on whatever you want.

Maybe that was it. The rest of the beautiful, beautiful clothes could be excused as a business expense, like a uniform for a job. But the cardigan, that was for you only. There was no getting around that.

Emmet's voice startles you out of your thoughts, and all of a sudden you're back in the diner.

“Yup yup! This building used to be the dining carriage on the luxury cross-regional line.” Emmet explains, sliding in next to you. His whole expression is aglow with happiness. You’ve come to understand that different smiles mean different things with him. This one shines with warmth. “They have done a lot of work to preserve and recreate as much as they can. These are even the same kind of chairs and tables they used back then!”

“I never even knew this was here…” You take a moment to marvel at the intricate wallpaper and polished wooden walls and try very hard not to think about how much has already been spent today.

“It’s a real gem, don’t you think?” Ingo’s eyes are sparkling. He looks so happy just to share this with you. “Everything here is wonderful as well. Please take a look at the menu and order whatever you’d like. It’s on us.”

~~~

If the twin’s choice of lunch surprised you, Emmet’s choice of where to take you on a date shocks you even more.

“Is this… a furniture store?”

“Mhmm!” Emmet watches your expression carefully. “I know it is unusual. But I want your help picking out some pieces for my and Ingo’s summer house. We have to host a bunch of parties this year. You’ll be spending a lot of time there with us and we want you to be comfortable.”

To his credit, Emmet doesn’t mention a thing about wanting to buy furniture for your place. He’s never been inside (truthfully, he doesn’t even know where you live), but judging from what Elesa’s told him about your lifestyle, it could probably use something nicer. And he would love to give it to you.

“But shouldn’t Ingo be here for that too?”

“Hmmmm, no. We have verrry similar tastes. And we both trust your sense of style, so he agreed to let us go together.”

“Oh. Okay then.” You still look unsure, but Emmet doesn’t seem to notice. He takes you by the hand and your heart flutters inside your chest.

“Full steam ahead!”

~~~

Calling the store massive is an understatement. Even in a city like Nimbasa, you've never seen anything like this.

It's like a labyrinth in here. Every way you turn is a new room full of a setup of furniture. Some of them are kitchens with huge sinks and granite countertops. Others are elaborate dining rooms with tables set for fifty. The ones Emmet most wants to explore are the living rooms.

Maybe this can be a good opportunity to get to know him after all. While browsing a whole wall full of chairs, you ask about his decorating style and preferences.

"Ingo and I like a modern look. It fits with our professional image, so it’s good for places we have to host in." His expression seems reserved, despite his smile.

You think back to how much they loved the old, vintage dining car, and wonder if sticking to a modern 'professional image' can be joined with what they actually like in practice.

Your eyes scan over the chairs, and you find a dark brown, almost black leather piece toward the center. It's traditional, in that the upholstery is very classic, but the lines are crisp and sharp, modern. You don't think it would look out of place in either scenario. You point it out.

"What about that one?"

Emmet brings a hand to his chin, considering, silent. You're worried you may have made a mistake until he quite suddenly turns around and marches across the room. He stops in front of a matched pair of very modern, round side tables, one black and one white, accented with marble tops and gold trim.

"A pair of those chairs with these tables could fill a nook by one of the windows." He says. "Verrry nice. An excellent combination!"

"That would be so cozy! It would be a nice place to sit and talk for a while." You say, excited that he's on board. "A rug under them all would help mark the space as its own little area.”

"Yes!" He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Let's mark these down and remember to look at rugs later. For now, couches."

~~~

There are almost as many couches in this place as there are chairs.

At one point, Emmet grabs your hand and pulls you down onto a loveseat with him to test it out. It's very comfy. Comfier still with you cuddled up under his arm.

Across from you both is a mirror on a large wall. It’s beautiful, with golden leaves and flowers surrounding the frame. In it, Emmet can see you curled into his side. He sees your reflection turn and gaze up at him. The look in your eyes is like he hung the stars. He wants you to always look at him like that.

How easy would it be, to turn his head and kiss you? His lips would fit against yours perfectly. He’s thought about it so many times already. In the dead of night. In the quiet morning. In the dull monotony of the work day. He wonders how you would react. Would you swoon against him, melt into him like he was made for you? His hand has already found its way to your waist. One quick tug, and you'd fall right into his lap - where you belong.

You'd sigh as his lips ghost their way down your neck. He'd trail kisses across your shoulders like rain. You’d gasp at the rough texture of his sideburns against your sweet, soft skin. He’d nip, maybe even bite. Ingo had gotten you those clothes in black… he’d have to mark you in other ways. In places only he could see.

Emmet thinks of his hand slipping across your neck to give a gentle squeeze. You’d shudder in his arms and your eyes would slip closed. His hand would slide down across your chest. Lower. Lower. He feels you breathe against him. The fluttering of your heartbeat. Lower. To the waist of your pants. He’d stop, rubbing his thumb against the line where clothing meets skin, until your hand wraps around his and shows him exactly what you want.

He’d look up from where he sucks dark bruises onto your shoulder. Silver eyes blown dark with lust would meet yours through the reflection. You’d watch yourself become the very image of desperation as he worked you. You would see how he took you apart piece by piece and built you back together with only his touch. The jerking of your hips against his hand. The friction driving you to a squirming mess against him. You’d be laid out before him in the mirror like a feast.

"Emmet..." Your voice is like honey to his ears. A voice on the breeze that whispers, begs for more. He’d give you anything. Everything. "Emmet..."

…

"Emmet, are you there?"

He snaps out of his trance. Just like that, the dream is gone. He's back in the furniture store with you sitting next to him.

"I am Emmet. I was lost on a train of thought. What were you saying?"

“This chair is nice, but I don’t know about the color. I wanted to know what you think.”

“I think we should get this mirror.”

“The mirror?” You look baffled, and turn to make a face at your reflection. It doesn’t really seem like his style, “Why?”

“I like the view I’m seeing in it.”

~~~

Emmet circles a huge sectional. It’s been presented with a luxurious, dark grey fabric. His hands sweep across the back and he notes that even the top is cushioned. There’s so much room, he could fuck you in a different position on it every day for a month and still have opportunities for more. The prospect has merit…

He shakes himself out of it. Any more daydreaming, and you’ll start to get worried about him. Besides, as much as he wants it to be, your relationship isn’t like that with them. Not yet.

“What about this couch?” He asks as you take a seat. You bounce as you plop down, and his fingers tighten indistinguishably on the upholstery.

Its humiliating for you to think about how this couch wouldn't even fit in your apartment. It’s lovely, really. And very nice to sit on. It's even softer than your bed! But it’s far too big for your little studio, (if you could even call a space so small a studio. You’re pretty sure Elesa's closet is bigger than your apartment).

“It’s really comfy! Will it work in your summer house?”

“It might be a little small…” He thinks aloud, coming around the side to drop next to you. Emmet leans back, putting his feet up onto the ottoman in front. “We could add a few more sections to it. It would look nice in the conversation pit. Or…”

He turns to you with a look on his face that’s clearly trying to be nonchalant.

“We could always get it for your place.”

You nearly choke. “My place?” You look away, trying to control your expression. There’s no way that would work. It couldn’t even fit it through the door. You try to keep your voice measured, throw in a small laugh, “I don’t know about that…”

“If you do not like it, there are lots of other things here. We could always find something else.”

Emmet says it like buying something like this for you is nothing. And for him, maybe it is. It occurs to you that you don’t really know much about their lives at all, or how well off they actually are. Maybe they really did go through life not even thinking about what it cost them.

Meanwhile, your funds have been so low that you haven’t even thought about replacing the ratty old futon you’ve had since college. There are a million other things that you’re more concerned about than your comfort - like fixing your car, or paying off your school debts, or how until recently, you struggled to afford just surviving from one month to another.

“Um.. maybe. Why don’t we take a look in the next room.”

Anything to get away from this couch.

~~~

Emmet’s warm smile has fallen. His lips are pursed and there’s a furrow in his brow, like how he looks when trying to come up with battle strategies. You pick at your cuticles. Silence stretches out in between you two like an impassible river. Emmet has always been quieter than his brother, but it’s never been like this before.

“You said you have a conversation pit in your summer home?” You ask, trying to kickstart the conversation again. He’d also said you’d be spending time there, so… “When will I get to visit?”

And you pray the answer is still soon.

Some tension seems to leave him as he answers, “We usually host two parties for the season. Ingo and I would love you to be there for both,”

“I’d like that!” You answer, a little too quickly. But he seems to take it well. He almost looks relieved, and that comforts you as well.

Once you’ve broken the ice, conversation flows easily between you two once more. In fact, you’re both doing really well together! Your chatter is lighthearted, sometimes even boldly teasing, and though you have to hustle to keep up with his long legs and purposeful stride, you find he keeps looking toward you, like he wants to make sure you’re still with him. It’s endearing.

Until he tries to buy you another couch. Another wave of shame crests over you – it’s so powerful that you can’t think of what to do or how to save this moment without losing it. And it was going so well, too!

“Emmet, please stop. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you should buy this.”

“What, why?” He seems baffled, like he can’t figure out what you mean, “Is the color wrong? You shouldn’t worry. We can get it redone to fit your tastes.”

“I- no. That’s not- I just wouldn’t be comfortable with it.”

“But… it’s very comfortable?” Emmet looks confused, “The cushions are plenty soft. You just said so.”

“No, no. I mean, I don’t feel comfortable with you buying something like this for me!”

"But that’s why we're here. You deserve to be comfortable."

He pauses for a moment, as if struck by something.

"Are you not comfortable? With Ingo and I buying you things?"

You pause. Today has been a lot, with Ingo taking you to such a fancy, expensive tailor and Emmet wanting to buy you all of this new furniture. It’s so much money. More than you’ve ever had to spend on your own. But truthfully, it’s nice too. To be able to look at something and not have to worry about what it cost. To just decide you can have it, no matter what it was.

And it was nice, SO nice, to have people who wanted to give it to you.

"It's been really nice. But…" You sit down on the nearest couch, eyes facing downward as you try to put together the words to express how you’re feeling without choking.

But at what cost? You’re not naive. You know that this relationship is transactional. Every debt will have to be paid eventually. Once it’s all wrung up, what will the price on your shoulders be?

You’re scared that soon the spell will be broken. The debt collector will come knocking and demand something you can’t give. What will you do then, stuck with a price you can’t bear to pay and no way to back out? It’s terrifying. Would Ingo and Emmet do that to you? You’ve known them long enough to think that they probably wouldn’t, but how can you really be sure? How can you be sure of anything?

Emmet carefully sits across from you, patiently waiting for your next words.

“I don’t know why you’re both… It’s all so much, and I don’t know what you’re expecting from me in exchange for all of this.” Your expression is worried, almost scared.

Emmet feels his veins turn to ice. He suddenly feels like how he did as a child, making a rookie mistake in a battle and finding out how quickly and badly things could backfire on him. This was the last impression he or Ingo ever wanted to give.

"We are not buying you things because we want something from you. We wanted to do this for you because we like seeing you happy. You should have nice things." Your eyes are watery. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and offers it to you. “We only want you to be happy. Is that hard to believe?”

Emmet knows now that the game is almost up. The three of you are going to have to sit down and talk about your relationship – it’s all too quickly growing out of the convenient agreement it started as and into something more. They want to give you more, but Emmet realizes that they shouldn’t have assumed you’d just accept without talking it through first. You were so much more than what you could give to them. Yet somewhere along the way he and Ingo had both failed to consider how you might make assumptions about their intentions.

And then there’s the matter of their attraction to you. Emmet likes you. Wants you. They both do. But they can’t stand the idea of you thinking they’re buying you. Love that is an obligation is not what they want. It is so much more than that for them.

“I am Emmet. And I am sorry. I should have known it was too much to offer.” He says as you wipe your eyes. “I am serious though. Neither Ingo or I would ever expect anything like that.”

“I-” You take a deep breath, “Thank you. I’m sorry too. I should have told you how I was feeling sooner.”

Emmet reaches out and takes your hand in his. This time, you don’t pull away.

“Do you think we could start our date over?” He asks. You look at him and know that if you said no right now, he would take you home and everything would still be okay. “What if we just did something fun together instead? The amusement park is still open.”

You laugh through the last of your tears. “I’d like that. Can we ride the ferris wheel?”

He rubs a thumb over your knuckles.

“That sounds perfect.”

~~~

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If you liked this fic, there is now a direct sequel!

[what-even-is-thiss]

I had a big crush on penny until I married her. I honestly thought her arc was going to be finally becoming free of her mother and realizing that holding herself up to the ideal of a Perfect Selfless Caregiver was useless and harmful and that marrying her and getting her into a place of independence where she isn't obligated to take care of anyone would help her thrive. And then she. Didn't. And it was almost disappointing that she started asking for kids and kept talking about her mom and she didn't have an arc, like, at all.

After marrying Maru, and being aware of Shane's arc, I was expecting her to. Grow and change as a person I guess? But she just really didn't? I think you're right to not really care for her, even if I do love her. I just wish she was more than jk Rowling's idea of a perfect selfless mother-caretaker who never asks for anything. I want her to be selfish

I don’t dislike Penny. I think she’s a good choice for people who want a homemaker type spouse. And for some people the way they get out of an abusive relationship is through moving in with a romantic partner. It might be some people’s fantasy to marry someone like Penny. Have kids, pull a woman that can do interior decorating, date a teacher. Some people are into teachers.

I’m just like not into women or a more traditional setup and her infamous 2 heart scene is there so I just find it funny to call her a criminal. Because she kind of is. Arguably the most good kind pure smol bean girl in the entire game shoved that old man. She shoved that old man. And that’s awful and serious but also kind of funny to constantly bring up in my opinion.

[lilacmingi]

ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU: JUNGKOOK’S ENDING

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Word count: 1,480

Pairing: White rabbit!Jungkook x fem reader

Note: There’s no taglist for the separate endings. If you haven’t read the series yet, you can find the intro here or find it on my masterlist which is linked at the end of the imagine

Every single one of them were amazing and beyond perfect, but your heart seemed to be pulled towards one of them in particular.

You thought back to when you saw Jungkook and how he was the first one you met even before falling down the rabbit hole and into Wonderland. Images of him ravishing your neck with kisses brought an intense heat to your cheeks as your eyes drifted over to him.

"You're all certain that you won't get angry?" You inquired before revealing your answer.

"We're sure." Taehyung smiled warmly. "Your happiness is all that matters to us."

"Go ahead. Pick one." Yoongi urged gently.

"I can see you already have someone in mind." Namjoon said. "So just say it."

You nodded and took in a deep breath. "I choose Jungkook."

Jungkook's face lit up and his bunny ears perked as soon as his name left your lips. Unable to contain his excitement, he ran up and embraced you in a night hug, momentarily lifting you off the ground.

"I love you, Y/n. I love you so much." He murmured while rocking the both of you back and forth.

"I love you too."

Lifting his head, he locked eyes with you, tugging your body closer to his.

"We're gonna be so happy together." He whispered as he inched closer to your lips.

As much as you wanted to kiss him, you knew there were six other people standing nearby.

Before you could stop Jungkook on your own, someone cleared their throat, causing him to pull away.

"Save that for the bunny cottage." It was Yoongi that spoke.

"Sorry." The tips of Jungkook's ears turned pink from embarrassment. "I got carried away."

"Well that settles it." Jin smiled warmly. "I suppose we should all go our separate ways."

"We all need to keep in touch." Jimin mentioned.

"I'm having a tea party tomorrow! You all should join." Taehyung piped up.

"You have a tea party every day. What's new?" Yoongi remarked.

"We can always find something else to do together. I promise we won't lose touch. I'll make sure of it." Hoseok assured.

"Me too." Jimin agreed.

"Alright. We should probably let these two get on down the road and stop holding them up." Namjoon said.

The boys pulled both you and Jungkook into an embrace, everyone saying their goodbyes and promising to meet up and stay in contact on a regular basis.

Giving a final wave to the group, you left Jin's castle and started making your way to your new home. Jungkook intertwined his fingers with yours, your feet shuffling along the cracked stone pathway that led away from the towering castle and out into the vast valley of Wonderland.

"You okay?" Jungkook tilted his head cutely.

"Yeah. Just nervous. This is a big change."

"You're happy though, right?"

"Yes. Very happy." You smiled. "It's a big change, but it's one that I'm looking forward to."

"Good. It shouldn't take us very long to get there."

"I'm so excited."

"Me too. I think you'll like it a lot."

A few minutes passed before you came upon a quaint cottage with blue bellflowers planted on either side of the front entrance and small clumps of moss growing on the roof making it look like a fairy cottage from a fantasy book. What you were seeing was nothing like what you had pictured.

Jungkook stepped forward and took it upon himself to open the door for you.

"After you, sweetheart."

The nickname made your heart thump as you kept your composure and stepped inside.

What you saw almost took your breath away. The interior was decorated cozily, setting a warm and comfortable atmosphere that made you feel right at home.

"Did you decorate this place yourself?" You asked, looking around at the small plants scattered about the living room area.

"I did." He grinned proudly.

"It's so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you." Jungkook's voice sounded from right beside your ear, his fingers brushing your hair back so he could trail kisses up your neck.

Your eyelids slid closed and you leaned back against him while simultaneously presenting more of your neck so he had more room to ravish you with his soft lips.

"I'm so lucky." He hummed as his hands slid around your waist.

Two weeks later

You stood at the stove flipping the last batch of pancakes, the warm scent wafting into the air and filling the small kitchen. A fond smile colored your features while you pulled cups and plates from the cabinets. You absolutely adored Jungkook's little cottage. It was cute, cozy, and the perfect size for the both of you to live in. The kitchen, though small, was equipped with all the necessities while taking up a minimal amount of space.

You rolled up the sleeves on Jungkook's shirt which you currently donned and plated the pancakes. The white dress shirt you wore fit him perfectly, though it was a little tight around the sleeves due to his massive biceps. However, the garment looked huge on you, the hem of it reaching your mid to upper thigh.

The faint sound of bare feet padding against the hardwood floors reached your ears moments before a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist.

"Good morning." A groggy Jungkook murmured, his morning voice sending a not-so-subtle shiver down your spine.

"Good morning, bun." You reached back to tousle his long hair which was no doubt a mess.

"You made pancakes? That's so sweet of you." He placed a kiss to your cheek.

"It's nothing." You fought back a smile, turning your head just enough to where Jungkook couldn't see you getting flustered.

His strong hands gripped your waist and spun you around to face him. It was then that you took notice of the fact that he didn't have a shirt on, leaving nothing to the imagination.

In the two weeks you had been living with Jungkook, seeing him shirtless wasn't an uncommon sight, but you still managed to get flustered every time you saw his exposed torso. It drove you crazy. His broad chest and tiny waist were always capturing your attention, drawing you in like a magnet.

When your eyes met Jungkook's, he smirked at you. It was then that you realized you were (very obviously) staring at his physique and you had been caught.

"Something catch your eye?" He inquired, quirking a sharp brow.

Your eyes avoided his which made him take your chin between his fingers, turning your gaze back to him. A mixture of desire and adoration swirled behind his darkening eyes.

"What are you staring at, beautiful?" He asked.

You responded with a meek, "Nothing."

"C'mon, darling. You can tell me. I am your boyfriend, after all." He spoke lowly, leaning in so close that you could feel his breath tickling your neck.

"You know what I was staring at." You responded.

He feigned innocence. "No I don't."

You swallowed.

"Why don't you show me?"

That cheeky little comment lit a fire in the pit of your stomach.

Two can play at that game.

Bringing your hand to his upper chest, you placed your palm onto his skin before slowly sliding it down the valley of his chest, one of his bunny ears twitching lightly in response. Your hand moved lower to his stomach, your fingertips trailing over his abs, causing his eyelids to flutter.

"I was staring at all this, big boy." You responded in a sultry tone.

That was all it took to make him snap.

He closed the gap between your faces and attacked your lips with his own, biting harshly at them before taking your bottom lip between his. Your hands flew up to his hair, grabbing handfuls of the long, inky strands, tugging on his locks every once in a while, eliciting small sighs and grunts from him.

Kisses with Jungkook were always dizzying and left you in a haze of bliss. The man was full of passion and never failed to remind you of that.

The tips of your fingers brushed against the base of his bunny ears, causing him to release a sigh into your mouth. Unable to keep them in one place for too long, your hands traveled down along his broad chest and across his torso, feeling every dip and curve of his toned body. In turn, he pressed you against the cabinets, caging your smaller form with his much larger one.

"Jungkook." You sighed out when your lips parted ways, your breaths coming out in shallow huffs.

"Mmm what?" He hummed, kissing you again.

"The pancakes are going to get cold."

"Why have pancakes when I have something sweeter right in front of me?" He murmured, latching his lips to yours once again.

You eventually got around to eating breakfast, just after a long and heated make out session.

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[hxlcycnx]

closed starter || mira and robb

she didn’t have any second thoughts when she entered the apartment. the bland decor and the too-organized interior screamed everything robb. which was precisely why she was here. he didn’t know when he would get home, for all she knew he could be hours. she decided to get comfy.

she explored for a bit. moved a few decorations just slightly out of place, tilted a few picture frames, got cozy on his bed to watch tv, before finally decided to steal a book from his bookshelf. and that’s how he found her. sitting on his couch, reading his books, in nothing but one of his oh-so-neatly-pressed button down shirts that was getting wrinklier by the second.

“you have horrible taste in literature.” she greeted as he walked through the door, not bothering to look up from the book. “like really, who reads this stuff for fun? you could have at least shelved a few good fantasy books for me to find.”

@allthatglxtters

[anticidic]

The urge I have in any game that allows decorating/interior design and I just recreate scenes from bsd like what a fucking nerd I am

I'm not designing a Bar Lupin and cafe Uzumaki in final fantasy no.....

also THERE'S A WOH MOD WITH DAZAI AND I'M?

😭 he's so majestic in pixels

[runicmagitek]

What Doesn't Kill You (Aerti - Final Fantasy VII)

(( based on A Thing that happens at the end of ch1 of Rebirth. no spoilers beyond that tho! ))

“Finally!”

Lamps illuminated the private bedroom. Rustic decor welcomed the ladies—quite the departure from the city’s industrial aesthetics, topside and the slums. Tifa admired the interior from the doorway as Aerith bellyflopped onto a bed.

“What a relief!” she said, a touch muffled by the bedding. “So glad we can sleep in proper beds tonight.”

Tifa chuckled and approached the other bed. “We certainly earned it after that hike from Midgar.”

“Right?!” Aerith peeked over a pillow, kicking her feet. “Kind of exciting, too.”

“Exciting? How so?”

“Well, sharing a room with you? Feels like we’re having a sleepover.”

She hesitated while kicking off her boots. When was the last time she had one of those? Since she was a kid? Since Mom was still around, most likely. Simply one of many occurrences that stopped happening after Nibelheim. And since Cloud recounted the incident in painstaking detail, Tifa’s thoughts screamed at her about—

“Not that I’d know.”

Tifa cocked her head. “What’s that?”

Aerith partially hid behind her pillow. “I never... had a sleepover before. It’s a nice idea, though, yeah?”

Whatever plagued Tifa drifted elsewhere.

“I think,” she replied, “we should make the most of this sleepover.”

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[morrigan-sims]

📩 Simblr question of the day: You can answer one or both parts of this question! 1️⃣ Part one: If you make Story posts, what do you do for scenes? Do you build them yourself, do you download lots from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? 2️⃣ Part two: If you make Gameplay/Legacy posts, what do you do for a house? Do you build it yourself, download a home from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? Additionally, do you build onto that home or demolish it and rebuild the house when needed? (E.G When another child enters the picture or someone moves in) ❎ If you do none of those for either half, what do you do? Do you use someone else's save file? (WIndbrook by Folking, Willow Creek + Magnolia Promenade by Theneighborhoodsave, Silent Pines by Silentpinessave... etc)

( freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ~ 💛 )

I FINALLY GOT ONE OF THESE, YIPPEE!!!! (and the last one ever, too....) Anyways, I'm going to answer the storytelling one, bc that's what I do.

For me it depends on the scene. If I can find a lot from tumblr or the gallery, great! I'll download it and modify it a little if I need to. But if no such thing exists (that I can find at least), or at least no such thing that fits my vision or needs, I'll make it myself. Being a fantasy storyteller, that happens more often than I'd like. I'm absolutely terrible at exteriors, so whenever possible I'll use someone else's lot as a shell. But for interiors, I don't mind decorating in the slightest, and I honestly enjoy doing landscaping for outdoor scenes.

All of the rooms in the The Palace I either decorated myself or had a friend decorate for me. I also built (and shared!) the lot from Kristopher's date. I also built the exterior of the garrison for Nina's date. Oh, and I build the pond lot from Duncan's date!

The graveyard from the prologue, the exterior area from Lavinia's date, the stables from Kristopher's date, the ruins from Nora's date, and the town from Hermes's date were all existing lots that I downloaded from either tumblr or the gallery. I did modify all of them slightly, though, be it by adding decosims or decor items.

If you're interested in seeing some of the stuff I've built, be it for RTQ, for edits, or just for fun, there's a lot of pics in the "ts4 build" tag on my blog. Most of it is stuff I made for RTQ, but Wolf's rooms are also in the tag. (And if I finish Zara's office and remember to take pics, I'll post those too.)

[6ahaha1amjustaperson9]

Korakáki family 3/7

Finally I'm working on my UT AU again and also my UT OCs! I'll post all the information and all later on!

》Name: Sigrid Korakáki

》Age: 24 y.o.

》Race: Skeleton

》Gender: Demigirl AFAB(She/they)

》Sexuality: Bisexual Demisexual

》Height: 178 cm

》Soul: Human soul - 90%Perseverance,10%Determination

》ISFJ-A

》Personality:truthful, timid, empathetic,

logical, rarely angry

》Backstory: She has spent a lot of her childhood

hospitalized as she possesses a human soul.

This rare trait has rendered her magic significantly

weaker than that of any skeleton but also affected her

health greatly since skeletons primarily live thanks to magic.

》Family:

•Andromitos Ace Korakáki(Older brother): Alive - single

•Sophron Korakáki(Father): Alive - widower

•????(Mother): Dead

》Likes: learning new things, reading fantasy/science fiction books, cooking

》Dislikes: travel, arguing with someone, formal wear, her hair completely down

》Personal traits:

•Tired eyes - she wears glasses sometimes, mostly when she reads

•Gets easily sicks, but not too often

•low self-esteem and reluctant to be in a romantic relationship

》Additional note: She did biotechnology in high school and went to university for 5 years, now she is taking some extra courses

》Name: Andromitos Ace Korakáki

》Age: 30 y.o.

》Race: Skeleton

》Gender: Cis Male(He/him)

》Sexuality: Gay

》Height: 185 cm

》Soul: Monster Soul - Integrity

》ISTJ-T

》Personality: Blunt, reluctant, self-pitying, accepting, reliable, impulsive

》Backstory: Andromitos Ace always felt the pressure to follow in his father's footsteps as a forensic pathologist, aiming to make his parents proud. However, when he learned of his mother's pregnancy, fearing he'd be replaced, he ran away. That time he risked dying due to the high temperatures during that summer. Eventually, he reconciled with his father and chose to support his sister after his mother's death, all while pursuing his own career path.

》Family:

•Sigrid Korakáki(Younger sibling): Alive - single

•Sophron Korakáki(Father): Alive - widower

•????(Mother): Dead

》Likes: listening to loud music with headphones, open spaces, exercise, weapons,

》Dislikes: cooking, very long talks, mess, card games, hair styling

》Personal traits:

•BPD(Borderline disorder)

•ADHD

•Fast metabolism - he eats more than normal since his body needs more energy and he has a fast metabolism.

》Additional note: After high school, he went to University and studied criminal justice, and criminology, and took a few more courses. At age 27, he applied for a federal agent position and got accepted, even now he is still working as an FBI agent but is currently on a 10-month break after an accident happened at work.

》Name: Sophron Korakáki

》Age: 65 y.o.

》Race: Skeleton

》Gender: Non-binary AMAB(He/they)

》Sexuality: Pansexual Demisexual

》Height: 233 cm

》Soul: Monster Soul - 92%Perseverance,8%Integrity

》ENFJ-A

》Personality: calm, logical, open-minded, analytical, honest, kindhearted

》Backstory: He grew up in a very strict and conservative household, his father being the one to direct the whole family while his mother was more flexible and caring. He has always taken care of their younger siblings with his twin, even after their mother died, tho when he left to study he never came back...

》Family:

•Andromitos Ace Korakáki(Older son): Alive - single

•Sigrid Korakáki(Youngest child): Alive - single

•????(ExWife) - Dead

•Ace Silas Korakáki(Twin) - Unknown

•Sinesio Korakáki(Younger brother) - Unknown

•Dynamene Korakáki(Youngest sister) - Unknown

•???? Korakáki(Father): Unknown - widower

•????(Mother): Dead

》Likes: journaling, scrapbooking, interior decorating and design, astronomy, astrology, storytelling, rain

》Dislikes: traveling, sports, jewelry, flashing lights, animal cruelty

》Personal traits:

•Blurry vision - he wears glasses

•ADHD

》Additional note: He works as a Forensic Pathologist/Medical Examiner but also conducts studies on the soul, to maybe find more traits, abilities, or new aspects. After his wife died they had to regulate his work with his life so as to have free time for their kids, but also find babysitters when they couldn't stay home alone. He couldn't always save time for them tho he made sure to never be absent in their kids' lives.

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Interior Design | Yellowjackets

In which loving girlfriends Jackie and Shauna go shopping at IKEA.

Domestic fluff, AU where the plane crash never happened.

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This should have felt like a more magical moment than it did.

Granted, it still was magic. Shauna had officially been Jackie’s girlfriend for two years now, and it had been an entire week since the two college students got the news that they’d been approved for an apartment. And yet every little step Shauna took towards her life with Jackie still managed to make her feel as giddy as the first time they’d kissed, all the way back when the WHS Yellowjackets won the nationals.

Now, after extensive planning and deliberation, they found themselves wandering the hallowed halls that all couples had to venture through sooner or later. No more flitting between each other’s houses. No more stuffy dorm rooms where they could barely put a poster up. Actually getting the apartment was one thing, but walking through IKEA together? That was what made it real.

And god, Jackie looked so amazing doing it. There were things you just never knew your girlfriend could look good doing until you saw it, and today, she could add “flicking through ten catalogs and a full notebook while walking so far Shauna could hardly keep up” to the list. There was something undeniably exhilarating about being led around by her, those doll-like eyes flicking around and spotting every piece of furniture, decoration and cookware long before Shauna found it. They were still broke college students, and so a lot of the stuff Jackie checked out was merely to gawk at as part of the rich domestic fantasy life she had planned out in her head. Still, the stuff they were actually planning to get was found and snapped up with a speed only the most dedicated of shoppers could achieve. Jackie, as her wardrobe could attest, was one of those people.

But there was something off about it all. Something Shauna wasn’t happy about. Something that was missing. It didn’t dawn on her until now, as Jackie was very carefully comparing two sets of blue fitted sheets, what was wrong. 

She hadn’t said anything in the past ten minutes.

She wasn’t doing anything!

Sure, Shauna had been there when Jackie mapped out their apartment down to the smallest detail. And she was here now as Jackie picked everything out. But it was suddenly occurring to her that not a single thing circled in those beefy IKEA catalogs was done by her. This had been one hundred percent a Jackie Taylor production, and Shauna hadn’t even noticed it happening! Not that she blamed her girlfriend. She was always doing this, just going with the flow and never speaking up, especially when Jackie was invo-

“Hellooooo? Shauna? Earth to Shauna.”

It wasn’t until Jackie’s fingers were snapping right in front of her face that Shauna finally snapped out of her head, blinking and meeting her girlfriend’s eye. She was sitting on the display bed, looking up at Shauna with an amused look.

“Huh? What?” Shauna mumbled.

“You’re off with the fairies again. I asked you a question.”

Shauna was a little startled. Sometimes it felt like Jackie could read her mind, but this was uncanny. She was just thinking about how she never gave her opinion, and now, Jackie wanted her opinion on something! It wasn’t much, but maybe she was going to get to choose between those sheets. Did she like the blue one, or the… Blue one? She’d figure it out. “No, sorry. What was it?”

Jackie rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t think the wall units are going to fit with our bedroom decor anymore, so we need to circle back and look there again. You don’t mind being here another, like, I don’t know, hour, right?”

Shauna’s heart sank. So much for that. It didn’t make much of a difference to her; at most, her legs were going to be a bit more sore by the end of the day. Just another hour of nodding and agreeing with Jackie. Better start getting used to it now.

“Sure.” Shauna nodded, agreeing with Jackie. 

Unfortunately for her, Jackie Taylor wasn’t a girl to let something go over her head. She tilted her head to the side, fixing her girlfriend with a look that was a mix of suspicion and concern. Leaving her notebook and menagerie of catalogs on the bed, she stood up and folded her arms over her chest. Jackie was only a couple of inches taller than her girlfriend, but it felt more like a foot to Shauna whenever she did that.

“Alright, come on. Something’s up. What’s going on up there?” Jackie asked, playfully tapping Shauna’s forehead with her perfectly manicured finger. A tiny move for her that sent shockwaves through her girlfriend’s body. 

“It’s… It’s nothing.” Shauna lied instinctively. Her mind was telling her to just say something, but then again, if it were that easy she wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. 

“That didn’t work back in high school when you were moody at practice, and it’s not going to work here either.” Jackie teased. She reached down, taking each of Shauna’s hands in her own and pulling her close. “Don’t make me break out the team captain voice again, Shipman…”

Jackie had no need to, because Shauna was completely melting right now. Her cheeks were flushed bright red at the public display of affection, her eyes desperate to glance away and yet powerless to break from Jackie’s.

“I just…” Shauna sighed, stopping to take a breath, and let it out in a sigh. Just say it, she told herself. Every dumb advice column she saw in magazines said that communication was the key to any relationship, and even if it was probably meant for women who never asked their husbands to do the dishes, it probably applied to quiet lesbians and their beautiful, gorgeous girlfriends too. “I was just thinking that… I haven’t really gotten to pick out anything I like.” She admitted. “I like everything you picked out, don’t get me wrong! You have such a good eye! But this is our apartment, so I should have some things I want too.”

Jackie looked a little surprised, that sly, teasing look on her face melting away to something momentarily concerned. She glanced away, thinking for a moment, like she was remembering something. 

“Yeah, I did kinda go a little overboard when we were picking everything out, didn’t I?” She admitted, accurately describing the two hours they had spent at Shauna’s kitchen table looking through all the home decor guides she had accumulated. But she didn’t dwell on or fuss over it like Shauna surely would. Instead, she just shrugged and smiled. “Pick stuff out, then! I trust you to have some taste. I raised you too well.”

Shauna was shocked. Just like that, everything was fixed. The thing she’d been feeling shitty about all day, tossed away by just a few words. That was her Jackie in action.

“Really?”

Jackie was looking at Shauna like she was saying the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, really!” Jackie had complete trust in her girlfriend to choose something that wasn’t going to make her throw up. Thank god she’d never ended up staying with Jeff. Nice guy and all, but she’d never be able to handle the neon football club signs and band posters that would have ended up in their humble abode.

Mind suddenly racing, Shauna looked around the display room. Anguishing as it may have been, having no say in the matter had been damn easy. Having to actually think of something she wanted, now that was hard.

“Um…” She stalled, trying to find something that caught her eye. After a moment they rested on a cool lamp on a bedside table, a glass cylinder with a big, old-fashioned light bulb in it, the base made to look like the whole thing was a vintage outdoorsy lamp. That was cool, right? Jackie would like that. Right?

“How about this? The… ‘Tarnaby’. It looks pretty cool.” Shauna studied it for a moment, noting that it wasn’t out of their price range. When she looked back at Jackie, her heart sank again. She had been hoping to see her brimming with glee, amazed that she had picked out something so tasteful and cool before Jackie had even considered it, but all she got from her girlfriend was a raised eyebrow and a look of disbelief. “Oh, uh… Don’t you like it?”

“Oh my god.” Jackie scoffed, turning around and picking up one of the catalogs off the bed. She flicked through just a few pages before stopping at one, folding the back page over and handing it over to Shauna.

There was the lamp. In the catalog, as you’d expect it to be. What Shauna didn’t expect was the circle drawn around it in long dry marker ink. 

“...Oh.” Shauna felt her cheeks burn again, this time with embarrassment. Her head whipped about, searching for something else that would actually impress Jackie. “Okay, okay, how about this?” She asked again, pointing out a cool hanging basket.

The look Jackie gave her told her everything she needed to know.

Desperately, she opened the catalog and started to flick through it. She tried to look as objectively as possible, considering every facet of every item her eyes scanned over. And yet, without fail, everything she wanted was what Jackie already wanted. And not even because of that! Genuinely, in her heart of hearts, every item Jackie had circled in the catalog was the most perfect fit for their dream home she could have possibly imagined.

Staring so intensely at the pages was Shauna that she didn’t even notice Jackie slide beside her until a toned arm was wrapping around the back of her neck and pulling her in. “Oh, Shipman. You really are my little clone, aren’t you?” She laughed, burying her face in the side of her head and kissing her. Shauna hadn’t blushed this hard… Possibly ever. But by god did she love it.

“Yeah…” Shauna sighed, closing the catalog and throwing it down on the bed as Jackie nuzzled her. “I’ll just let you do your thing.”

“No, no, we’ll do this together.” Jackie assured her, sliding her hand into Shauna’s and gripping it tight. Even then their arms stayed pressed together. The two always had a curious habit of having their bodies touch as much as they could, all day of every day, like they were desperate for each other’s warmth. “We’ll talk it out this time. Our place is going to look even more amazing because of it.” She smiled down at her, until suddenly it pulled into a smirk. “I should really stop calling you Shipman. It’s going to get weird when we’re married.”

“Jackie, we’re literally only just moving in together…” Shauna pointed out. Not that she didn’t want that; by god, did she want that so bad. She just didn’t think she could handle the flip-flops her stomach was doing just from hearing those words come from Jackie’s mouth. “Besides, so sure I’ll take your name?”

Jackie looked off for a moment. “Shauna Taylor. Shauna, Taylor. Jackie Ship… Yeah, no, sorry babe. It’s mine.” She teased, poking her tongue out at her girlfriend. As Jackie glanced out around the store again, Shauna didn’t have the heart to argue with her. Besides, she was pretty alright with that.

“Now,” Jackie started, looking back at her girlfriend, “how about we restart? Go back to the entrance and do everything again? And this time, I wanna hear what you think. Even if it’s the same thing I think. Which it will, we both have the best taste, but still. It’ll be fun.”

Shauna nodded. Questions of why exactly her taste was the exact same as Jackie’s down to the item could wait. For now, she just loved doing anything with her. Especially something that helped her picture the life they were about to have together. “Sure, I’d like that. All the kitchen stuff was at the entry, right? I remember some glasses I kind of liked the look of.” 

“That’s the spirit.” Jackie winked, before looking around the section they were in and frowning. “Got to figure out where the freaking entrance is first, though. Seriously, I don’t know where this place ends or begins…”