#has been charm designs so :’D

[shima-draws]

RAHH!! I WANNA DRAW!!! EXPLODES

[sysig]

Bowtie Charm! Inspired by @zarla-s​‘ super cute rendition hehe 💕 (Patreon)

Bonus collar breakdowns:

Changes depending on the doodle!

[rilli-luci]

COTL ITA BAG INTEREST CHECK

My post of the first sample for the Lamb ita bag has been getting around so this is a more official interest check for the first 3 bags I want to make. Specs for the bags are below along with samples of 2 of the bags.

If there is enough demand, there will be a pre-order sale so if you like these designs, please like, reblog and share the post around. And tag which ones you want the most! The more attention this gets, the more likely these will be made.

SPECS BELOW

Lamb Ita Backpack:

Height: 13 Inches

Width at widest point: 13 inches

Thickness: 4 inches

Black lining

Padded shoulder straps

Gold zippers

Gold D rings for charms

Two side pockets for additional pins

Two inner phone pockets

One inner zipper pocket

Extra zipper pocket on the back

Goat Ita Backpack:

Height: 13 Inches

Width at widest point: 13 inches

Thickness: 4 inches

Padded shoulder straps

Gold zippers

Gold D rings for charms

Two side pockets for additional pins

Two inner phone pockets

One inner zipper pocket

Extra zipper pocket on the back

Crown Ita Crossbody Purse:

Height: 11 Inches

Width at widest point: 8 inches

Thickness: 3 inches

1" wide, 54" long strap

Gold zippers

Gold D rings for charms

Two inner phone pockets

One inner zipper pocket

Printed design on back

Samples of the first two bags can be found here

[mrsshabana]

Hi Mrs. Shabana!!!! I’ve had this request for a while because I’m a big fan of Gyutaro and the way you write him :D if you want, could you make an inceltaro fic and it’s established relationship too if it’s okay. Idk just daily life with him and if you feel comfortable could it be smut? (I have never requested anything before please forgive me 🤧 also I added the cat so things would be less dry I hope u appreciate this)

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥!𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ‧₊˚⋆

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, Gyutaro is an incel and a demon, smut, vaginal sex, creampie ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.3k words. I know you didn't ask for a demon version of incel Gyutaro but I had the idea and really wanted to write it! I haven't written for demon Gyutaro much so I've been craving it lately. I hope you still like it tho! And tysm for the ask ♡

Your boyfriend is a really strange guy. Your friends warned you that he was a creep before you started dating, but you didn't care. You thought his social ineptitude was charming.

Sure, maybe he was a bit of a stalker before you started dating. But can you blame him? You were super pretty, and the way that you smiled at him made his knees weak.

He didn't understand how or why a woman could have this effect on him. In his eyes, women were lesser creatures designed to serve men's needs. Cooking, cleaning, sex, that sort of stuff.

Or at least that's what he learned from Reddit and 4chan.

He rarely left his room or talked to people in person so it was only a matter of time until he clung to some extremist online society. It was easier to blame everyone else for his problems instead of taking accountability for his own attitude and situation.

He was just a horny, unemployed neet that's obsessed with video games and hentai.

But one day when he was checking his mail in the mailroom of his apartment building, you accidentally bumped into him. You smiled at him and profusely apologized. It wasn't a strange or unusual encounter by any means, but for Gyutaro it was the first (if not only) positive interaction he had with a woman other than his sister. So to say it affected him would be an understatement.

He immediately got hard as he watched you walk away. Unable to resist temptation as he followed you to see which apartment unit you lived in. It was just down the hall from his.

And that's how his obsession began. He memorized your work schedule and would try to always catch you on your way to and from your apartment. Then while you were at work he'd go back to his room and jerk off until his dick was raw.

It wasn't healthy, but he didn't care.

Eventually one thing led to another and the two of you would talk on occasion. Leading to a few dates. Then boom, he became your boyfriend.

You love Gyutaro for his personality and his uniqueness. He's actually really funny sometimes and you love how much he cares about you. Sometimes it's borderline obsessive but you rather have someone be obsessed with you than not give a shit.

Plus you think he's so handsome. Maybe not conventionally attractive, but he's attractive to you. Those birthmarks on his face are beautiful, and you make sure to remind him of that every time you see him.

He'll put up a front like he doesn't care or can't be bothered, but as you kiss his birthmarks his cheeks begin to turn a light shade of pink. And suddenly he wants to lie in bed and cuddle you all evening.

He's a good boyfriend, though he has some downsides. He was often rude to other people, especially women. His apartment was a mess, he refused to clean up his hair, and his personal hygiene was subpar.

But those flaws could never prepare you for the real secret that he had been hiding this whole time.

You had to work overtime one night so you came home super late, but you really wanted to see Gyutaro so you went into his apartment, expecting him to be in his room playing video games. But no, instead you found him sitting on the living room couch with a severed arm in his hand. Casually munching down on the bloody flesh.

He looked at you with wide eyes that didn't look like the soft blue ones you had become accustomed to. Instead they were an unnatural red and green, his clear scleras now a sickly yellow.

"Um... I can explain," he muttered as he swallowed the wad of flesh.

So yeah, not only were you dating an incel but he also happened to be a demon! Just your luck, right?

You panicked and freaked out initially, which is completely understandable. But when you gave Gyutaro the chance to explain himself, everything began to make sense.

Being a demon, he can't go out during the day and needs to stay secluded as to not draw in too much attention. He was basically forced into solitude, in turn resulting in him becoming an incel. He couldn't just go out and have a normal life like a human could.

As he explained his situation, you began to feel bad for him. It really wasn't his fault that he turned out this way.

He was on the verge of tears as he tried to explain things to you. The thought of you being afraid of him broke his heart. He would rather face death than accept that you no longer love him.

So he definitely didn't expect you to be so accepting of his situation, but you were. And it only made him love you even more.

Apparently demons have been around for a very long time. And over the years they have adapted to living in a more modern society. Like how Gyutaro could change his appearance to match more of what he looked like before he became a demon. Though now that you know the truth, he doesn't hide his true nature from you.

Is it bad that you like him better this way?

Maybe it's because he can truly be himself now with nothing to hide. But you find this new Gyutaro so fucking attractive. Suddenly his less than ideal hygiene isn't so bad.

Before he met you, he would mainly target women that annoyed him. Women who were beautiful, had lots of friends, or successful careers. Sometimes he'd target men too if they sparked his jealousy. Especially if the guy was very popular with the ladies, that made Gyutaro's blood boil and they'd quickly become his next meal.

But now that he's in a happy relationship, his outbursts of jealousy aren't as bad.

Now that you know the truth, he doesn't hold anything back in the bedroom. Gyutaro will literally go for HOURS if you let him. Fucking you relentlessly, spilling load after load inside of you. He knows you can only handle so much since you're just a human but sometimes he just can't help himself.

His favorite thing is to hold you down and push his cock even deeper inside of you after he's filled you to the brim with his semen. Watching you struggle beneath him is the cutest thing in his eyes.

You claim that you need to clean up and you feel dirty, but he loves that dirty feeling. He wants to watch you writhe in the mess he's created. Just smelling his scent all over you like that drives him mad. Even after you clean it off, his scent is never truly gone because he forced you to sit in it for so long.

He's rough and sadistic during sex, teasing you constantly. Withholding your orgasm while he reaches his over and over again. You're like his human toy that he can play with as he pleases.

But when it comes down to it, he genuinely loves and cherishes you. He acts like he's in control, but if you legitimately wanted him to stop, he would. He would even get on his knees and lick the bottom of your shoes if you asked. He'd never admit it to anyone else. But for you he'd do anything.

The love he has for you knows no bounds. You aren't just his girlfriend, you're his soulmate. He's convinced of it. The two of you are so different, but maybe that's why you work so well together.

He's depraved, filthy, and disgraceful. But you love him that way and wouldn't change him for the world.

[artsarasp]

Hello! I love your art style so much! It scratches an itch idk how to explain it lol

I also wanna ask how would sy!ming fan look like in the future? Would he still look like ur older ming fan art before or would there be some changes to the hair or accessories?

AAA thank you!! This is such a fun question!

They would look very different! While I don't know how "By hook or by Crook" is gonna end, sy!mf lacks the character traits that lead to my Peak Lord Ming Fan design! Since that design is based specifically on how Prim and Tiny write Ming Fan and how his interactions with Zhao De would evolve.

Peak Lord Ming Fan is insecure about himself, especially his appearance. That leads to him overcompensating with an excessive amount of jewelry because the notion that he's dull and bleak has been drilled into his head at this point and he's doing everything to not be that. Also his only reference on how to be a Peak lord has been Shen Qingqiu!!! The og goods! With all his problems! Ming Fan is stuck with his shizun's bitch resting face for all eternity!

Also, overall, this Ming Fan needs so much more therapy.

If I had to design an older sy!mf; First off, he wouldn't be as flashy, because he's not insecure! Like, he knows he's kinda got the short end of the stick when it comes to looks in pidw, but since everyone is usually otherworldly beautiful he's actually just a normal dude! He can be pretty with enough effort and he's poser enough to put in the effort when given the chance! He can certainly act more graceful and cool than og Ming Fan could too, that gives him more charm! When he gets out the ugly duckling phase he's gonna be quite cute, Binghe is gonna be so smug about having seen it before everyone else. Now I don't know how the story will end, so lets put in two possible endings for the fun of it! Ending 1 - Binghe and Ming Fan fuck off and become rogue cultivators. Ending 2 - Binghe and Ming Fan become emperors of the realms together after going to the abyss.

Rogue cultivator Ming Fan wears more practical clothes as well as hair do! Perfect for running around and getting into trouble with Binghe! Emperor Ming Fan needs to show off a little bit! Gotta be a lil bit more of a poser when you're an emperor, so he's got fancier clothes and he lets his hair down cause it looks better! :D Also, fun detail! Notice that while the two SY!MF kept their freckles, Peak Lord Ming Fan doesn't have them. That's because PL!MF is, again, insecure. Gotta get rid of all imperfections. Meanwhile, the other two are very happy to let Binghe kiss every single freckle on their cheeks <3

[cherrifire]

Hi :D Logic behind the latest batch of cutie marks? if you feel like sharing :)

Hello everypony ^-^ It is cuie mark info dump again ^-^

Before we start, reminder that Grian + Tango do not have cutie marks because they are a hippogriff and a Kirin respectively. Non-pony creatures do not have cutie marks :)

Now that we've got that out of the way, let's get started!

Mumbo's Cutie Mark

I'm the proudest of this one because it'd simple but affective.

Mumbo's cutie mark is a tangled-up red wire which has been cut at the ends to expose the conductors. The wire is also particularly made to create an 'M' shape.

Similar to Impulse's cutie mark, Mumbo's is related to electricity for his investment in redstone. Electricity being the closest thing to it. That said, I gave Mumbo a wire because it is the baseline of all electricity. It connects everything together. From the power source and into whatever little machine or contraption you've built, wires are needed to keep it all powered! So I thought using it as a cutie mark would work really well for Mumbo. Sometimes he can just bring people together just like a wire does for electricity.

(And the little knot in the wire is just a little something to indicate Mumbo may be a bit of a mess)

Additionally, with the wire being in the shape of an 'M' it could stand for Mumbo while also being in the shape of a mustache too :)

Scar's Cutie Mark

Capitalism baby! Scar's cutie mark is of a red top hat next to a bag of bits (the currency in my little pony is called bits and are essentially gold coins).

At heart, Scar is a swindler. He's full of joy and whimsy sure, but he has a real talent for selling little trinkets to anypony who takes a look at his store front. In my head, Scar is essentially the flim and flam of this AU. He's a wandering salespony who shows up from time to time with things to sell from all across Equestria! That's where the little bag can be interpreted as a bag of coins, or a bag full of mystery items he's collected over the years.

Also, the top hat is there to represent Scar's salespony flair.

Joel's Cutie Mark

Joel's cutie mark is of a greek stone pillar and a chisel.

There are a couple of meanings to this one. The first one is pretty obvious, Joel loves to build! He's a fantastic builder with an eye for design. So I chose a greek pillar to represent one of my favourite builds of his, Stratos! But of course, a simple pillar can be used for lots of things and that's where the second meaning comes in. To hold things up! Joel holds himself up to on pretty high pedestal. He's very full of himself and I honestly can't blame him. Joel is great! So of course I had to represent his ego in his cutie mark somehow.

Jimmy's Cutie Mark

Jimmy's cutie mark is of a little canary bird. Another cutie mark with two meanings behind it!

First, is the obvious one. The canary in the coal mine. Misfortune will fall upon the canary to indicate to others that the journey may be too dangerous to continue. A bad luck charm if you will or a bad omen. And that's the surface meaning of his cutie mark that everypony knows it for. Jimmy is the poor clumsy pony in town who always seems to hurt himself before things go wrong.

However, there is a second meaning. Canary birds are also supposed to happiness and harmony. This is the main core of the cutie mark which gets over looked. Despite the bad implications of his cutie mark, it does not stop Jimmy from spreading joy wherever he goes. He's kind and joyous, keeping a positive attitude no matter what.

(I of course have a Ranchers plot point where Tango says this to Jimmy to cheer him up about his cutie mark one day. Tango, who has never had a cutie mark and does not understand their importance, says he doesn't see Jimmy as bad luck, but instead feels joy when Jimmy smiles no matter the situation. But that's a story for another day 🤭)

[noideabutsims]

Donut Co. Rainboho-tastic Throw Rugs

Simmers, Prepare for a Rainbow Explosion of Cozy Comfort! 🌈💥

Donut Co.'s Rainboho-tastic Throw Rugs are here to add a touch of playful magic to your Sims' homes!

These aren't just rugs, they're whimsical works of art, bursting with vibrant colors and free-spirited charm. Imagine your Sims sinking their toes into the soft, plush pile, feeling the joy of childhood with every step.

✨ Two enchanting designs: A shooting star soaring through a rainbow sky, and a whimsical rainbow nestled amongst fluffy clouds. It's like having a little piece of happiness right under your Sims' feet!

✨ Perfect for any space: Add a pop of personality to nurseries, playrooms, bedrooms, living areas – anywhere your Sims need a touch of cozy comfort.

So ditch those boring, beige carpets and embrace a world of color and imagination! Donut Co.'s Rainboho-tastic Throw Rugs are here to transform your Sims' homes into havens of playful charm. Download them today and let the good vibes flow! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some images have my reshade on - the blueish tint means NO reshade!*** If you are interested in my reshade, or want to see how much it changes the color - you can find it here: https://www.tumblr.com/noideabutsims/763209634729345024/remember-those-days-reshade-preset-guess-what?source=share *****RUGS IN GAME HAVE BEEN SIZED UP USING [ + ] KEYS!***** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Has 2 swatches New mesh

All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar! Name: Donut Co. Rainboho-tastic Throw Rugs Buy Mode Description: "Simmers, get ready to inject a dose of rainbow magic into your Sims' homes with Donut Co.'s Rainboho-tastic Throw Rugs! These aren't just rugs, they're portals to a world of whimsy and wonder, where shooting stars dance across the sky and rainbows nestle amongst fluffy clouds.

Imagine your Sims sinking their toes into the soft, plush pile, feeling the joy of childhood with every step. These vibrant creations are perfect for adding a pop of personality to any room, from nurseries and playrooms to bedrooms and living areas.

So ditch those boring, beige carpets and embrace a world of color and comfort! Donut Co.'s Rainboho-tastic Throw Rugs are here to transform your Sims' homes into a haven of playful charm." Will be releasing more content soon! stay tuned! ❤️ (NOT affiliated with EA or Maxis in any way! We just make CC!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DOWNLOAD: Curseforge: https://legacy.curseforge.com/sims4/build-buy/donut-co-rainboho-tastic-throw-rugs Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/116722524 Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ihTWnoNa9pIqoTEkBqSbaiKzi3PZL7rP/view?usp=sharing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Due to financial issues and our promise of never paywalling our content; We have to ask that you guys download on our curseforge if you are willing and able. Just using their site to download makes us be able to have at least a small income that helps us when things get tough - however no matter where you download; we genuinely appreciate every download regardless!! If you can, you can find our curseforge here!: https://legacy.curseforge.com/members/the_lady_gaia/projects @alwaysfreecc @maxismatchccworld

[mediumgayitalian]

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Will is good at making decisions.

It’s one of the only things he’s good at, actually. He can’t fight. He can’t control water or lightning or plants. He’s not as smart as Athena’s kids or as charming as Aphrodite’s. He is clumsy and soft-hearted and stubborn. But he is observant, he always has been, and he prides himself in his ability to think ahead. He keeps his infirmary stocked and his siblings on schedule. He reigns in head counsellor meetings and draws up binders and binders of files and projects — he is organised. He watches, he notices, he reflects, he prepares. He’s as impulsive as the rest of them, sure, but he has enough contingencies in place that he’s solid. A solid head on his shoulders, and he knows it — the head medic must.

So when he watches himself, horrified, diverge from his very detailed twenty-nine step process entitled The di Angelo Dilemma: Approaching Friendship like a Normal Person and ask Nico to come over, he considers the possibility that he has been possessed. Maybe the eidolons that fucked everything up the first time around have been crouching in dark corners, patiently awaiting the perfect time to strike and ruin Will’s life.

“See you then,” says Nico, rushing out the door, and Will smiles at him easily, watching him dash across the common, and then he sets aside the folder he’s updating, walks calmly out of the empty infirmary, nodding to Mr. D. as he passes, turns a corner in the hallway, slips into his favourite supply closet, sticks a chair under the door handle, clears his throat, and screams.

It’s one of those good screams, by design; he takes a good deep breath beforehand and lets the sound billow out of him, lets it scrape the sides of his throat raw and reverberate somewhere in the base of his skull. Were he not home in a camp that regularly makes use of lethal weaponry and deadly rivalry, entire armies would come running to his defense. As it is, he is left to fall to his knees and scream until he is hoarse, or until he hears a faint will you shut the fuck up! echo from around the vegetable gardens.

“Why me,” he croaks, giving in and collapsing to the floor.

It’s a nice floor, really. In between breakdowns he returns and decorates the place, sweeping up the dust and covering floors and surfaces with rugs and throw pillows. A guitar leans in the far corner for when his mother is thousands of miles away and he’s feeling sorry for himself. A photo album lives half-shoved under a shelf for when he is in need of punishing. His sketchbook remains in a constant state of almost-full under the one dusty window. (That one carries slightly less general despair.)

He is, upon reflection, somewhat of a disastrous person.

How fitting.

“Ugh,” he says out loud, to himself, and reaches for his guitar.

He has no intention of playing anything worthwhile. In fact he doesn’t even bother tuning it, not that he can very well anyway, and just strums random chords and riffs and yells over a string of flat discortants, at one point, filling the tiny room with noise ontop of noise ontop of noise until everything is gleefully stifling, like a mass of birds clouding the sun, like the thirteenth year of swarming cicadas, like the twentieth layer of July Texan heat. Until the mess is transferred from inside of his head to outside of it. Until he has committed so many musical sins that his father retreats from the sky a full forty minutes early.

“I feel you are at fault,” says Kayla, when he finally returns to their cabin. “For.” She gestures vaguely at The Outdoors.

“Hnnngh,” responds Will, taking three steps and tipping, gracelessly, onto Austin’s bunk, nearly bouncing right off of it. He catches himself, barely, and presses hard into the pillow, curling when his brother makes space for him, when his sister sighs, deliberately loud, and presses her knee into his thigh as she climbs up, too.

“This is your own fault,” Kayla grumbles. Her bony shoulders settle along the dips of his ribs, next to Austin’s thin ankles. “You could talk about things before they blow up in your face, but nooooooo. You run around doing everything yourself. Moron.”

Will swipes the heel of his hand under his eyes, throat garbling a weird snort-laugh-sniffle. Those bony shoulders tip to the side, slowly, until she curls under his chin, dragging Austin down with her. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Sh-h,” Austin says, patting blindly until his palm finds Will’s face, then patting deliberately. His knees press against Will’s, now, forehead inches away, barely clinging onto the too-narrow mattress. “Quiet town now. Reflect in your foolishness.”

“So mean.”

Years ago, exactly how many Will refuses to count, this exact scenario would be met by lots and lots of teasing, by pinched cheeks and cuffed shoulders and a forehead kissed several times over. There would be at least six instruments played at once, a camera flash the second he walked in the door pouting, and more lights on that would ever be necessary. An oft-repeated and never-resolved debate, probably; you coddle him, Cass; oh, shut up, Michael, he’s little. The scent of woodgrain and antiseptic and vanilla. A thousand other details he never thought to memorize.

Now there is quiet, or at least more of it.

Kayla hums, notes muffled as she gnaws on her lip, and Austin’s socked feet tap against the blankets, mapping out the tune playing out in his far-away eyes. The last final glow of the horizon turns red, then orange, then violet, sinking into dark navy blue, and their aunt blinks her way into focus, stretching widely across the thin wisping clouds. The fairy lights wrapped around the pillars and ceiling beams blink alongside the stars, chatting away to each other, and the breeze from the window is soft and warm and almost as sweet as southern jasmine. There is a pit in the dead centre of Will’s chest, and he is afraid Kayla will fall into it, and then Austin; afraid they will succumb to his gaping maw.

“What if I ruin absolutely everything,” he says. He swallows, and then again, and again, because his throat is dry, escape for the burning trails mapping the his face from corner of his eye to mouth. “What if I — scare. Am. What if I’m the reason, again.”

Diana snorts. You are such a drama queen.

And that’s coming from this theatre, Lee adds, gesturing grandly to the gold pillars of the cabin. You’ll be fine, kid.

A chorus of agreements from the rest of the occupied bunks; Kate’s encouraging grin, Leanna’s fond hair ruffle as she dances past, Amir’s wink.

Will smiles and blinks back and he is gone, and Michael’s scowl disappears, and Kate and Phoebe’s laughter fades from the background. The cabin is quiet, shadowy; Austin and Kayla breathe quietly, swallow silently.

“I don’t know,” Kayla admits. “You — could be. Again.”

Will squeezes his eyes shut. He begs for Lee to go back to his sleep for the night. He inhales around the shake and inhales and inhales and inhales and feels the vacuum dead centre in his body, like from navel to spin, twisting, tubing, sucking; take, take, take, take. Can I, can I, can I. I want. Please. Let me have.

“I’m not sure it’s better not to try, though.” Austin’s hands curl around Will’s palm. “Right? You always say to — try. Do your best.”

A smile curls up the corner of Will’s mouth.

“I do.”

“And you did try.”

“I did.”

“Did it fail?”

Will flicks down to meet Kayla’s eyes, squinting one and tucking his chin.

“I asked to come over.”

“Oh, well — okay, Marilyn Monroe. Like that’s a new thing.”

“For no reason.”

“…Oh.”

“I could go on the sand rant, Kayla. I’m like a sleeper agent. As soon as he says it, I’ll — you know.”

Austin shifts, frowning thoughtfully. “I mean, he kind of already knows you’re weird.”

“Not this weird!”

“I think everyone knows you’re weird, actually,” Kayla adds. She wiggles, squirming and elbowing until she is half-perched on the fleshy part of Will’s waist, ignoring his wheezing. “Being a nerd dork loser is kind of your whole thing.”

“It is not!”

“You have binders dedicated to people, Will.”

“That’s not bad!”

“Specifically on how to best socialize with them, Will.”

“That’s — thoughtful!”

“…Sometimes being related to you is hard.”

“I am! Collecting data! To better my relationships! What is the issue!”

Austin and Kayla exchange a meaningful look — which does not, Will is relatively certain, usually involve putting your entire palm on your brother’s face and shoving it so it cannot be seen. Kayla.

“You’re doomed to fail,” they decide. And then they kick him off the bed, which is rude, but he is weak to their giggling, and it’s bedtime for them, anyways.

As per his carefully outlined routine they are sent to the showers and sinks, back in half an hour, bickering. As per his less carefully outlined but nonetheless regularly present routine they are separated physically from each other and shoved to seperate bunks. As per his most carefully outlined routine, he follows them each, ignoring their complaints, and presses the back of his hand to each forehead, closing his eyes as he lets his life force bleed into theirs, mixing, checking, making sure.

“We’re fine,” Kayla grumbles.

“Shut up and cough,” Will orders.

Austin gives him less trouble. Will makes a show of thanking him for it. Kayla throws her extra pillow. Will takes it, placing it on his own bed. It is silent after he says goodnight, silent as he clicks off the light, gathers his caddy, pads to the door.

“Goodnight,” whispers a voice, half hidden by the creak of the screen door as he opens it.

“Goodnight,” whispers another, half hidden by the cream of the screen door as he closes it.

“Goodnight,” Will repeats, grinning. “Sleep well, kiddos.”

They grumble, and their bedsprings groan as they turn away, mimicking the grate of the rickety porch steps. That, at least, is familiar; that at least matches the echoes that bounce around the walls of the cabin and the inside of his skull.

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[bearloonz]

Favorite and least favorite aspects of psychonauts' design philosophy? Not just visually but gameplay and level design counts too

i think my favorite thing about psychonauts design is how they utilize their enemies in levels. Even when youre being attacked and it can kind of feel like busywork, what enemies they choose to put in a level and where will still tell you something about the characters mental state (or at least give you something to think about for fun) and i have just been so charmed by that.

i dont think i have any overall issues with psychonauts design but i do have one level nitpick in psychonauts 2 which is that i hate the blanket statement they setup for how Raz helps Hollis after breaking her mental world. “I know making bad connections is what got me into this mess, but i think making some good ones might be what i need to fix it” or whatever. Bc a lot of Hollis’ “incorrect” connections directly correspond to her being a black woman in a struggling system who forced herself into isolation at some point and the idea that Raz is fixing these connections by making them for the first time and not just, idk, them being ideas she already had before the mix-up and therefore Raz is just re-routing them to normal always kind of wigged me out. It just feels like a poor explanation that really could’ve just been fixed with a different line of dialogue.

Also wait one more thing i hate how much prompting dialogue raz has in psychonauts 2. I hate that he has lines telling you exactly how to solve a puzzle if you spend too long on it whether the player wants it or not and i hate it in comptons cook off when you end a round and Raz goes “let’s take a break :D” and then five minutes later keeps talking about how Hey We Should Press The Big Red Button and Start the Next Round of Ram it Down in Comptons Cookoff. Boy quiet.

[theresattrpgforthat]

There's an RPG that I just can't find. It's so simple, and yet? It's a one page fantasy RPG, "like" D&D but with much simplified rules. It's called something like Wizards and Sticks, or... Swords and Spells. Or something I don't know. But despite my best efforts, it's just beyond the boundaries of the map. Do you have any idea what it could have been?

Theme: One-Page Fantasy Games

Hello there! I found a *lot* of one-page fantasy games, and I honestly don't know if any of these are what you're looking for. One-page games are great for designers looking to put their feet in the water, and fantasy is definitely one of the most popular genres to play in, by far.

There's also a good amount of Lasers & Feelings hacks, which I'm not surprised by, since the basic rules are easy to pick up, and easy to hack. For the unaware, Lasers & Feelings is a rule-set that gives you two stats, and a single number that defines your proficiency in both. Roll high for one, roll low for the other, and roll it exactly for something special - and that's the core conceit!

Sovereign Shield, by Groovy Dad Games.

SOVEREIGN SHIELD is a tabletop role-playing game set in the grim fantasy world of Avren-Yara, also known as the Sundered Realms. Most of the action takes place within the last bastion of humankind, the great Western Imperium.

The Sovereign Shield is an order of secret agents in service to the High King of Nach Vadryn, the largest city-state in the Imperium. As agents of the Shield, players will undertake clandestine missions on behalf of the High King such as conducting espionage against powerful Guilds and other city-states of the Imperium, as well as investigating strange phenomena and threats that plague the peoples of the realm.

Par for the course for a single-page game, Sovereign Shield has simple stats, some basic rules on Tests, and a player resource called Luck that can be spent for re-rolls. On top of that however, it has an extensive item list, as well as a section for magic & gadgets, giving the players a lot to work with. With a double-sided page format, one page is dedicated to players, while the other is for GM's including some advice on how to run games, a few enemies to pit against your players, and even a first mission to get the ball rolling. It also draws from GUMSHOE in terms of how it handles clues, which might be handy if you decide you like this style of play. (GUMSHOE games assume that clues are too valuable to be hidden behind a chance roll.)

Sovereign Shield appears to be a one-page quick introduction to two other games made by the same designer, Through the Borderlands and Wardens of the Sundered Realms, which provide more lore and tools to play with. This is a very deliberate and thought-out piece of work that gives you a quick introduction to what could be a very complex and in-depth world if you decide to keep the game going.

Dungeon, by Jamzilla.

Dungeon is a one-page table game for one Narrator and at least one Adventurer. Venture into the depths of the Dungeon and face off against the Dungeon Lord!

All you need to play is a coin, at least one friend, a twenty-sided die and a ten-sided die.

What I love about Dungeon is the roll-tables. It has four roll tables for the GM to mine inspiration from: Denizens, Curiosities, Happenings, and Treasures. Each item on the list is a wonderful little starting point to create unique locations and charming NPCs to dazzle your players with.

The rules of the game are very very simple: player simply flip a coin and heads equals success. No stats, no weapons, no modifiers. If you want something more than these simple rules, you could probably take the roll-tables from Dungeon and use them to help generate encounters for another game on this list!

Song & Sword, by Vivanter.

Song & Sword is a 1-page, rules-lite, fantasy adventure game inspired by The Legend of Zelda and its myriad successors. It’s also a hack of John Harper’s Lasers & Feelings. Players take on the role of bold adventurers, attempting to save the land by collecting artifacts of legends and battling the forces of the Adversary.

Another Lasers & Feelings hack, this is a game for the Zelda lovers at the table. You use an ad-libs style of legend creation together, developing a universally known legend for each player to pull from as they dive into the game. Characters have a health system represented by Hearts, which can be lost when you take harm or embarrass yourself.

When it comes to what you do in the game, there's only rules for generating one large villain that the party must defeat. This game feels like it's focused primarily on the ultimate confrontation, and not the smaller fights that your characters might be expected to get into on their way to the big boss. The game also mostly focuses on what the players need to know - there's little to no help for the GM. I'd recommend Song & Sword for a group with a GM who isn't afraid to improvise - or perhaps for a GM who doesn't mind pulling inspiration from somewhere else.

Sword Poem RPG, by ahcoffeebeans

there is a sword. a cursed sword. it has been around for as long as the earth has known life, or perhaps it only pushed its way out into existence the first time you picked it up. either way, the sword will kill you. and then it will wait, for the next person to arrive. forever

SWORD POEM RPG is a gm-less one-page rpg about a very cursed sword and the people who pick it up. You play as the cursed sword, experiencing the lives of the people you ruin from the moment they pick you up to the moment they self-destruct. This is a game for one to seven people.

I don't believe this is anywhere close to what you're looking for, but there's a lot of 1-page games out there and they are easy to read, so I felt like throwing it in anyway. Plus Sword Poem is very pretty, and only requires d6's to play. The game is focused on story first and foremost, following a tragedy where a single cursed sword warps everyone who wields it. It's GM-less, meaning that everyone at the table will get a chance to decide what their leg of the story will look like.

Sword Poem definitely needs a group that is happy to pull from a deep well of creativity, and it's also a game that needs the group to decide when the story has reached it's end. If you want a game that feels like a game, and not a storytelling exercise, you might want to skip this one.

Age of Adventure, by Ageofadventurerpg.

Age of Adventure RPG (Version 10.5) is a one-page rules-light old-school heroic fantasy tabletop roleplaying game inspired by John Harper's Lasers and Feelings. d6 system

Welcome adventurer – to an exciting world of monsters, mayhem and magic. All you need are some 6-sided dice and your imagination.

For a Lasers & Feelings game, Age of Adventure carries a lot of information. There is no space wasted on this one-page game. Despite the fact that it shares the same base rule-set as a number of other games I found, it feels very traditional in genre and tone: high fantasy, encounters, proficiency checks, spell-lists, and a characterization of characters that isn't exactly race or class-based, but feels very similar.

Dungeon Vermin, by BooCherry.

DUNGEON VERMIN!! is a one-page micro-RPG about the dregs of the dungeon going on missions for their Dark Master.

Play as skeletons, goblins, gremlins, kobolds, and other weaklings as you bodily hurl yourself towards certain death. Your foes will fall under your sheer numbers as you die, die again in pursuit of what you're pretty sure is a worthy cause.

This is an option for folks who like the monsters in fantasy games more than the heroes. Your characters have a d6 dice pool that they'll need to leverage in order to roll above their EXP, which stands for their Expiration Point. If you fail - you die!

I expect this to be a game that you careen into and and play fast and loose. Expect death, especially gruesome over-the-top death, and expect to roll up a new character fairly easily - at least, that's what I assume, given that it's a one-page game.

By String and Song, by EfanGamez.

Your words are stone, and your songs are steel…

Introducing By String and Song, a one-page bard-only tabletop roleplaying game! Create a character in under 2 minutes and begin an adventure!

Being one page and by utilizing a simple d20-only system, this game can be enjoyed by both TTRPG vets and newbies alike!

Since the game revolves around a d20, it will likely provide a similar vibe as D&D in terms of kinetic play. That being said, it strips away classes, and gives your characters just 4 stats to worry about: Boldness, Bulk, Brains & Brawn. Combat is expected, with a list of six different kinds of monsters to get your DM started, as well as a short list of spells available to beginning characters. By String and Song might be an easy pick-up game for a short run of 1-3 sessions, but I'm not sure if it works for a year-long campaign.

Dragons & Dungeons, by Little Lab.

You are a group of adventurers returning from a long journey, finally setting foot again in the town of your departure at a great festival, and just now you are at the counter of the inn where you first met. You are celebrating with the treasures you have recovered in your quest when a messenger arrives with this letter. It is signed by an old ally of yours asking you to save the kingdom again in one last great adventure. What do you do?"

A Lasers & Feelings game, Dragons & Dungeons has a very similar feeling as D&D, which makes sense, considering the way it brands itself. Designed to be printed on a piece of paper that folds out into an envelope/brochure format, Dragons & Dungeons has a really lovely presentation, which can make it a fun thing to print out and hand around a table. Additionally, unique to this version of a one-page fantasy game, you can spend a resource called Inspiration to use special powers, such as getting special information from the DM, rolling an extra dice, or saving an ally from certain death.

Realm Warriors, by Trollish Delver Games.

Welcome to REALM WARRIORS, a one-page fantasy TTRPG inspired by games like The Fantasy Trip.

Players take on the role of Champions of the gods, chosen to destroy the Dark Magus himself.

This is another game that is no-nonsense when it comes to laying out the rules. Everything on the page is devoted to telling you how the game works - and the game feels like it pulls a lot of inspiration from the OSR. Similar to D&D, your champion will have modifications to their core stats based on the class you choose, as well as some basic equipment. There's specific rules for wounds, sleeping, and travel, which are some things that the OSR often cares about, and your Experience is determined by the length of the adventure you go out on. The bulk of the GM advice provided in this game is mostly how to run enemies, as well as a list of typical creatures to send up against your characters. All in all, fairly standard when it comes to one-page fantasy.

Also Consider…

First Fantasy, by Mars Strocks.

Wolves & Spices, by A.Tian.

Dawnfire Warriors, by matara.

Magic & Might, by The_Bellmont.

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”i cheated on a test once”

hi guys! i know im late with this…. patience is key! 😍🥰😘

frat boys! bf! yeonjun x reader x shy! huening kai x best friend!wooyoung (chat i promise it’s not a poly relationship you’ll understand when you read it)

wc: 2.2k

note: i defied the wheel.(it picked yunho) i know… but like wtv it created juicy shit.

you were in love. in love with one of the most popular guys in college. choi yeonjun. you guys met at a party. your first party matter fact. he showed you the ropes of what to do and what not to do in this hierarchy you call college. and that’s how you fell in love with him. he’s charming, funny, and handsome. he treated you well. at least for the first six months. you remember it like yesterday, when he took your virginity. you were a moaning mess. yeonjun was pounding into you relentlessly like a wild animal, while kissing you. you were moaning into his mouth non stop. but that was 5 months ago. nowadays he seems more distant, and he claims he’s “working hard in fashion designing class.” you usually wouldn’t believe it, but you’re so love blinded you do. one day yeonjun gets home and you’re sitting on the couch. “hey do you wanna go to the frat’s party?” he asked, taking his shirt off and changing into a different one. did i mention yeonjun is president of the atXT frat house? “sure!” you say, getting up to quickly change. you come back in a little party outfit, and yeonjun grabs your hand and leads you outside, making sure to lock the door. once you two arrived at the party, a sea of things were happening. truth or dare in one corner, 7 minutes in heaven in the next. “yeonjun my dude!” yeonjun gets a slap on the back, none other than the vice president, jung wooyoung. “hey wooyoung!” yeonjun goes in for a hug, while slapping wooyoung’s back. “hello, your highness.” wooyoung always refers to this way. why? well, one time you got pretty wasted and claimed you were a queen and demanded that wooyoung refer to you as “your highness”. he’s been referencing you that way ever since. “very funny wooyoung.” you roll your eyes as he just chuckles. but yeonjun still has a hold on your hand, so he leads you away to his best friend, soobin. they don’t even greet each other- they just start the conversation. it amazes you that they’ve reached that level of closeness. you hope to have that with yeonjun someday. “hey jun, do you wanna play truth or dare with the guys?” soobin asks, and then turns to you. “you can play too, y/n.” he says, as he would never intentionally leave you out. yeonjun looks at you with a look that says “you wanna play?” yeah. you two have managed to reach that level of closeness where you can communicate with just your eyes. you give him a look that says “sure!” and he kisses your cheek and leads you off to the game. 

truth or dare. the game that’s been entertaining generations. and here you are, playing with your beloved boyfriend. that was until you saw a cute boy with flushed cheeks and a pokemon shirt sitting across from you, staring. you smile and wave at him, to which he shyly waves back, making you giggle. but then wooyoung sits next to you- you become engrossed in conversation with him, until yunho calls everyone’s attention.  “alright everyone! We will be playing the legendary, TRUTH OR DARE!” the room erupts in male barbaric-like cheers, and in moments like this you remember it’s still a frat house. the game begins. you guys are doing a little bit of a twist. instead of the usual picking someone and then asking and so forth, there’s a host (which is hongjoong) and a bottle that will be spun- whoever it lands on gets asked the question. after a few rounds, the bottle lands on yeonjun. “yeonjun-ah, truth or dare?” hongjoong asks. “uh… truth.” he says. you smile at that, as he usually does dares (which involve drinking) but he promised you you can be the one who gets drunk and be the passenger princess. you’ve been consuming your alcohol through punch wooyoung made (which is delicious) because he’s always refilling your cup. you wonder why yeonjun doesn't do the same, but hongjoong’s question snaps you out of it. “Alright, truth. Have you ever cheated on anything?” he asks. “Yeah.” he says, pausing for a bit to think. “I cheated on a test once” he says, trying to remember when. “in high school, i’m pretty sure.” you wonder if he’d cheat on you too, but you’re immediately snapped out of it watching wooyoung be dared to kiss you. he does it on the cheek and yeonjun laughs. but for some reason, your cheeks are flushing.

after the party, yeonjun drives the three of you home while you are drunk out of your mind. wooyoung is in the backseat because he rode with yunho, but san was so drunk that he had to lay down in the backseat- leaving no space for wooyoung. luckily, wooyoung lives in the same building as you and yeonjun, so he had no issue driving him home. you two are in the backseat laughing about nothing, and yeonjun smiles at that. he’s glad to see you having your drunk fun rather than him for once. it almost makes him regret something, but then he realizes what’s on the line and shrugs it off. eventually, you all arrive home, and yeonjun drops off wooyoung at his apartment, gets him situated so he doesn’t do something dumb, and then takes you inside and gets you situated so you don’t do anything dumb either. he then gets himself ready for bed, and hits all the lights before snuggling up next to you and going to sleep. 

the next morning,you go with yeonjun to the frat brunch hosted by wooyoung, who you are surprised was sober enough to host. everyone chips in, with you and yeonjun bringing orange juice, apple juice, and some simply lemonade flavors. you see the shy boy from the night before, and you ask yeonjun who it is. “oh that’s huening kai.” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “he’s new to the frat.” you nod. “oh alright! well i’m gonna go introduce myself.”, you say already shifting to stand up. “ well i’ll be here with soobin.” he says, sliding his hand away so you can get up. you walk over to the boy, and you smile at seeing him flush pink. “hi huening kai. i’m y/n.” you say, sitting next to him. “y-y-you can call me kai.” he says, ears turning red. “oh alright! i heard you’re new to the frat. i’m yeonjun’s girlfriend by the way.” you say, and kai nods. “yeah i am new. thanks for introducing yourself, i haven’t built up the courage to approach anyone here so other then the rest of the txt half, you’re the only other person i’ve spoken to.” he says, face finally returning back to its normal shade. “oh! well if you need anyone to talk to, call me. you find a slip of paper and write your number on it and give it to him. perfect, he thinks. phase one is done. 

over the next few weeks, yeonjun grows more distant. he spends more nights late at the design studio- but then he brings you home these beautiful pieces that make it all worth it. and it’s not even that late- between 6-8 pm, and neither of you go to bed till ten, leaving you two hours to spend together. not to mention you two spend weekends and breaks together, so it’s not like these late nights create rifts. but even when you feel a little lonely, you just text kai and you’re fine. he’s quite funny even though he’s shy, and he is chronically online, so you can laugh together about brainrot and memes. not to mention if he doesn’t respond you still have wooyoung, who you’ve been chatting up and meeting up with nowadays. and yeonjun doesn’t seem to care, because he remembers when you two first met you were very shy. so he doesn’t mind at all seeing you make friends. yeonjun and the fashion department are away for a weekend long trip, so you and wooyoung are having a sleepover. you two are watching movies and eating snacks. “i’m so glad you invited me.” he says, reaching over to grab his ramen. “the rest of the boys all had their own thing and i was gonna be lonely all weekend.” he says, shifting around and then you see it. the tattoo on his forearm. “omg woo when did you get that!” you say, turning his arm over. “ oh i’ve had this for a few months!” he says, showing you. “it’s to represent the boys- because there’s eight thorns.” he says, running a hand through his hair. “aww that’s so sweet!” you say, admiring the tattoo. you don’t want to admit the tattoo is kind of getting you all hot and bothered. you’ve always found men with tattoos hot. but you shrug it off, and snuggle closer to wooyoung, as you both are fans of physical touch. your boyfriend is taking his wine out of you chalice, but you have wooyoung and kai to fill it back up.

one day though, everything goes wrong. you and yeonjun are at another at-xt frat party, and he’s talking to soobin, and huening kai around the corner. you decide to hide behind the wall to scare them, but what you hear was not meant for your ears. “damn it yeonjun. you might win this.” kai says, sighing. “she’s just being friendly. i think you should put more distance between you two. at least give me and taehyun a fair chance. you know she’d give you the moon if you asked her. she’s head over heels.” he says. “fine. i’ll make her suspicious then. i’ll pay jia by making her that dress she wants.” yeonjun says. “thanks dude, now i actually have a good chance of winning.” what.the.fuck.this is when you realized that it was a bet. 6 months down the drain for what? and kai is not as sweet at you made him out to be. you decided to foil their plan- get close to huening kai to make him believe he’s winning, and then fuck wooyoung and tell them you know. “well you’ve got 6 months left to do it kai. make it count.” soobin says, and you can hear him pushing himself off the wall, which is your sign to go back to where wooyoung is. they think you’re dumb. but you’ll show them. 

over the next few months, you increase the amount of time you hang out with kai. you also tell wooyoung’s what’s happening. you don’t notice that wooyoung looks like he’s been waiting for this moment all his life. yeonjun grows more distant, and is spending more time with this girl named jia. you don’t care, because you know it’s all apart of their year long bet. so one day you meet kai for coffe and burst out in tears.(they’re fake) “kai, i think yeonjun is cheating! i just don’t know what to do!” you say, throwing yourself into him and he strokes your hair and whispers comforting words. he smirks, but you smirk way harder. one day you’re having a movie night with kai as yeonjun’s spent the night a jia’s. that’s when you make the move. you “fall asleep” on kai’s shoulder, muttering his name in his sleep. and that’s when he thinks he’s gonna win. but little does he know, you’re the only one coming out victorious.

then it comes. the week before you and yeonjun’s one year anniversary, the week where it’s gonna all come crashing down. yeonjun’s having a party with the txt guys, where he’s gonna reveal it was all a bet that he lost. 30 minutes till he comes. wooyoung’s too big shirt hanging off your shoulder, bra strap showing. 20 minutes till he comes. you wait for wooyoung to arrive as you prepare the ramen and the snacks. 10 minutes till he comes. wooyoung comes back from the convenience store with ice cream which he puts in the freezer.- he freezes at the sight of you in his shirt. 5 minutes till he comes. wooyoung sits on the couch and you straddle him. “is there any chance we can be something after this?” he asks. “of course woo. i wouldn’t have done it with you if i didn’t want to become something after this.” you say, smiling. he’s here. he unlocks the door and his mouth drops to wooyoung’s hands on your ass and you two making out. “WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells, and you two pull apart. you think i didn’t know about your little bet yeonjun? same for you kai. “but i thought- i thought-“ “you thought you were gonna win huh? well how about this? you both are losers. bet on that bitches.” you and wooyoung grab your snacks, and leave to his apartment. 

the at-xt frat fell out after that. they separated, and that’s simply because the only reason they were connected in the first place was because yeonjun and wooyoung were friends. not to mention the txt frat house fell off. but you didn’t care, because wooyoung was your boyfriend now, who you were at the pool with. he looks at you while caressing your hand. “your highness, i’d like to inform you that i remained a reputation of academic integrity in high school.” he jokes, refrencing to yeonjun’s cheating situation. “good to know sir. good to know.” you say, laughing. you both laugh as you watch mingi slip and fall into the pool, and the both of you decide to get in. yeonjun cheated on a test, but you cheated him out his best trait- his popularity.

note: let’s not discuss the fact that it’s been 5 months. 😍 anyways ily guys

posted by floweryxoxo in 2025 do not translate or steal- i will find your location 😘

[rock-omelette]

Your phone is ringing (So pick it up)

Rating: M

Relationship: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Agent Stone

Add tags: Coming untouched, coming in pants, coming on command, no beta we die like Eggman LOL, wrote this instead of sleeping, pre-canon, pre slash, yeah theyre just freaky like that, recording moans, is that a tag, d/s dynamic, dom ivo, sub stone.

Summary:

He can feel Ivo's breath, brushing against his nape, whispering. "I promised you I'd record it."

He had. Stone had been a fool not to have taken it as the warning it had been, then.

It rings during a meeting, of all places.

The Doctor, allegedly, has a phone. For a fact, he has several, all of which with indeterminable numbers and encrypted to be ensure they cannot be tracked. Each of them serve their own purpose, and thus each may only be reached by different—strictly confidential—highly sought, horrifyingly powerful and important global figureheads. The sort wielding powers that make the President of the United States feel like a 6th grade hall monitor.

Since his hiring, it is within Stone's responsibilities to answer most of any calls made on any line, playing the dutiful partial role of secretary. He writes down any notes of confidance, details of commissions both government-funded and private, alternatively charming or threatening certain parties where need be and arranges all necessary appointments neatly within the Doctor's synced online calendar. Within any given moment of time, Stone carries with him 5 of these phones—not the limit, nor is it certainly the sure extent of the true number of phones, and he is of course obliged to drop any and everything in order to answer them when they ring. He carries out this task with as much relish, pride and professionalism as he does for everything the Doctor requires of him, no matter how distracting his circumstances come to be.

Hell, he's even managed to pick them up with his thighs above his head, being fucked within an inch of his life by his erotically cruel and breathtakingly malicious boss. By the time Stone cums (on command, naturally) he has already fielded a successful QnA on the latest project as commisioned by the wife of a Russian oligarch, and the woman none-the-wiser of any unsavoury activities happening on the other end of the line. Stone was a fucking professional, thank you very much.

All of these phones, as far as Stone is aware, are designed to be perfectly uniform and indistinguishable between one another, besides minute indicative differences that only the Doctor and Stone themselves could tell. They weigh the same, look the same, work the same and—this was most important to the point we're trying to make today—sound the same.

Or so they should.

The meeting isn't even about them, not really, though it does concern the utilization of the Doctor's latest spyware iteration for the CIA. It's the closest Walters could ever get to getting an honest explanation of their quarterly weapons budget. The Doctor couldn't give less of a shit how the government chooses to use their commisioned products, though Walters had once again threatened his monthly allowance on the Doctor's current research on magma-proof lightweight alloy, and so they had been once again dragged out of their safe haven kicking and screaming to stare down a bunch of unsuspecting "mouth breathing, dick measuring, eye-boring numb-skulls yapping like a bunch of demented puppies with their tails set on fire."

The CIA reps aren't happy. Neither he nor the Doctor are happy. Walters is scraping by pretense of professional co-habitation with the skin of his teeth. Nobody is having a good time.

And this is all before the Doctor's phone starts moaning.

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[yokohamapound]

Oh hi Mark! Can I request some hcs on Dazai, Fyodor, Ranpo, Akutagawa, Tachihara and Odasaku with female reader who is a model and one day when he comes to pick her up from a shoot, she comes up to him and says they're short a model to finish a shoot with and the clothes just so happen to be his size and please won't he model with her? Just for this shoot? :D

Always love a good The Room reference! And what a perfect request for such a cavalcade of beautiful men~

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Edogawa Ranpo, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Tachihara Michizou, Oda Sakunosuke

Contents: no real warnings, just Dazai throwing his ass back

Dazai Osamu

Dazai has a tendency to come to your photoshoots whenever he has free time (or even when he doesn’t but he just wants to skive off of work). Not only are you there, usually dolled up and hanging around between outfit changes and lighting set-ups, but there’s also usually a buffet table full of food he can mooch off of. He still hasn’t shut up about the crab rolls from the first shoot he attended. 

Photographers, wardrobe assistants, and make-up artists are all familiar with him by now, and just put up with his nonsense in order to work with you. And he is capable of wrapping people around his little finger when it suits him to do so. He can turn the charm on and off like a light switch. 

He does have an annoying habit of standing behind the camera and pulling exaggerated faces at you while you’re trying to maintain a pose. Don’t worry, you’re too much of a professional to break. One day, probably when he’s loitering around the buffet table or pissing off the lighting techs by doing shadow puppets against the backdrop, the photographer makes a suggestion to you—since the male model hasn’t been able to attend, why don’t you put your boyfriend to some use? 

Dazai’s tall, slim, and very good looking, so they might as well get some use out of him if he’s going to be there, right? Lucky for you, it really doesn’t take much convincing. When you ask him, Dazai seizes both of your hands, his eyes sparkling.

“About time! I knew I’d be discovered one day!” 

Dazai divas it up through hair and make-up, telling the make-up artists not to make him look too pouty. By the time you actually get his ass into the clothes and in front of the camera, everyone's a little exasperated. You don’t have the heart to scold him, though—you know he’s only really doing it for your sake…and he really does rock the clothes. 

Photographer: “Dazai-san, you don’t need to arch your back quite so much.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I don’t imagine Fyodor can come to your shoots very often, but when he does, he always creates a stir. A tall, pale man with black hair, violet eyes, and that bone structure! He’s like a dream for the designers, and the make-up artists are itching to get at him just to enhance those features. There’s an aura surrounding him that makes them all keep a respectful distance, though. 

No one can quite figure out who he is. They speculate that he might be a European model. A musician, with those hands? Perhaps some kind of foreign celebrity none of them will dare admit to not knowing. You never elaborate and neither does he—the speculation amuses him. 

The way he watches you gives you delicious little goosebumps whenever you’re posing for the camera, and the photographer has to call for an assistant to come and blot you with warm towels to make them disappear. 

You’re never quite sure how Fyodor feels about your job, but he’s never objected. Part of you suspects he turns up now and then to make sure that everyone remembers who you belong to, and that it would be unwise indeed to upset you or take any liberties. Just to remind them that he exists and he’s watching. 

On one particular shoot, the wardrobe assistant and the director both approach you, looking a little sheepish. The male model has come down with the flu, they explain. Do you think your boyfriend would mind stepping in just this once? Otherwise they’ll have to wrap the shoot and reschedule, costing thousands…

You tell them you can’t make any guarantees, but you’ll ask him. Fyodor watches you with an amused expression as you approach him. One of his eyebrows creeps up when you haltingly explain what the photographer wants. You’re going to have to wheedle a little to get him to agree, because Fyodor doesn’t make a habit of stepping into the public eye. Then again, how funny if one of his enemies was to see him modelling on a billboard. It’s this, and his desire to indulge you, that finally makes him agree. 

“I suppose I can step in this once,” he says, putting a finger under your chin and lifting it so you’re looking him in the eyes. “But you’ll have to make it up to me, darling.”

The make-up artist is almost vibrating with nerves as she applies a few minor touch-ups to Fyodor’s face, not that he needs much, and the photographer phrases his requests very politely. No yelling, no orders, no “Yes, baby, give me more!” Although the thought of anyone saying that to Fyodor is enough to have you in hysterics. 

Fyodor’s naturally elegant, so he can pull off the poses, get the tilt of his head just right. He always makes sure that he’s touching you in some way—hand resting on your waist, your shoulder, fingers curled loosely through your hair. It’s like he’s claiming ownership of you in every photo. 

Style-wise, I think your best bet is either for a winter photoshoot, so he can keep his ushanka, or men’s formal wear. Fyodor in a suit? Yes, please. 

Edogawa Ranpo

At first Ranpo would come along to your photoshoots due to the prevalence of snacks on the buffet table, but as time went on he tended to get bored between all the time spent touching up your make-up, fussing with your clothes, or waiting for the lighting to be arranged. He loves you, but he gets bored easily and you’re too busy to pay him much attention. 

He’ll go off and find something else that interests him or wait for you at home, usually. He does still pop up now and then if your shooting location is near to where he’s investigating a murder or if he’s got lost and just used Find My Phone on your phone and followed it to your location. (Ranpo doesn’t do this to keep track of you—it’s literally so he has a way to find you if he gets lost. It’s not like you’re really able to hide anything from him anyway…)

It’s on one of these occasions that the male model has somehow been unable to show up for the shoot, so you’re forced to rope Ranpo in. 

He folds his arms, complete with a pout. “I don’t want to.”

“Please? I’ll bake you some macarons when we get home~”

You can see his resolve starting to weaken. Macarons are one thing, but homemade macarons, still warm from the oven? He starts to loosen his arms, opening his mouth, but you hit him with your ultimate move.

“I know you’ll be so much better at it than the guy they hired, anyway~”

Ranpo visibly wavers, then he sighs. “I guess. If you’re really that much in need of my expertise, I can help you out. I’m so charitable.” He points a finger at you. “Don’t think you don’t owe me those macarons, though.”

Suitably bribed and flattered, Ranpo loses his begrudging attitude and throws himself into it, letting the make-up artists primp and pamper him. Just picture him sitting there with his head tilted back, eyes closed, a satisfied little smile on his face. He’s so fucking cute.

Ranpo’s photographs well, posing happily with you through various couple-themed set-ups. Pretending to kick puddles in the rain while sharing an umbrella. Feeding each other bites of ice-cream from a sundae (although the photographer has to tell Ranpo to stop actually eating it). Sitting on a fake beach. 

Of course, the real kicker is when he opens his eyes and reveals that gorgeous shade of green. Your modelling agency is fighting to sign him up then and there, but he breezily turns them down, telling them he doesn’t have time to do this and be the World’s Greatest Detective. 

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Akutagawa doesn’t want to be there. Everything from his tense posture to his folded arms to his scowl make that abundantly clear. The only reason he is there is either because you asked him to be, or because he insisted on coming along to make sure that no one tried anything with you. He’s protective, but huffy about it. 

Naturally, this makes everyone on set a little nervous, even if they don’t recognise him as one of the most dangerous members of the Port Mafia. 

Despite how unnerving his presence is, more than a few of the make-up artists have fantasised about getting him in the chair and accentuating that face of his. His stark haircut, pale face, and sharp cheekbones make him look like he just stepped off the runway for an avante-garde designer. Like someone’s goth fantasy brought to life. 

When I tell you the amount of begging you’re going to have to do to get this man to take photographs with you…

“You must be joking if you think I’m going to make a fool of myself like that.”

He absolutely won’t do it if he thinks there is any chance of someone mocking him or laughing at him. It’ll take a lot of encouragement, and he’ll be militant about not taking his coat off, until you remind him that he’ll still be wearing clothes and able to use his Special Ability if there’s any kind of attack. 

You’ll have to do his make-up. No way in hell is he letting anyone else touch his face or his hair. 

Your best bet is if this is some kind of high-concept, gothic photoshoot. Lots of dead flowers and Victorian architecture. If it suits his aesthetic and his shirt has ruffles, you’ve got a much better chance of convincing him to go through with it. He’ll bitch about the antiques being fake, and he stands as woodenly as a mannequin, a scowl on his face, but that might actually work for this kind of shoot. He makes a great model for the clothes, austere and aloof. 

Basically, he’ll only do it if both of you look like you’re about to die of consumption and he gets to see you in something ruffled. 

Tachihara Michizou

I feel like Tachihara only came to your shoot in the first place because he’s a nosy little shit and wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And because he enjoys watching people fawn over his gorgeous partner. It strokes his ego, so what?

He likes to hang around and casually menace the make-up artists, or flick through the clothes and give his opinions on them loudly. 

“Ooh, bring this one home, babe~”

Despite this, he’s pretty popular. He’s a little rough around the edges, but he does have a slight charm to him, and his comments have made you laugh mid-photo more than a few times, much to the photographer’s chagrin. 

You didn’t realise how into it he was, however, until the day you ask him to step up and take the place of a model who couldn’t make it. They don’t often bring amateurs in, but Michizou’s cocky grin and delinquent good looks will work for this shoot. 

He gets pissy when the make-up artists make him remove the bandaid from his nose, but he settles down and goes strangely quiet while they’re dabbing stuff on his face. If you poke at him, he’ll grumble that he’s just making sure they don’t stick him in the eye with something, but you know it’s actually because it feels nice. 

“Hey, what’s the name of that crap you put in my hair? Looks good.” 

The clothes are fine as long as he’s not put in anything ridiculous. He can pull off a lot of different styles, but casual streetwear suits him best. He brings out all his punk boy poses: 

Kicking a foot back against the wall. 

Crouching down with his arms resting on his knees, hands loose.

Arms folded, slouching, giving a “what you looking at, hah!?” stare over his shoulder.

At the end, he wants to know if he can keep all the clothes. 

Oda Sakunosuke

Odasaku’s an easy going man. He was reluctant the first time you invited him along to a photoshoot, thinking he’d stand out like a sore thumb, but really no one has time to worry about him being there. He was able to blend into the background like a tall, handsome, stubbly shadow. 

He enjoys people watching, and a photoshoot is like watching an army of ants circle around its queen—you, in this case. People are fussing with your hair, your make-up, adjusting the fit of the clothes, the tiniest tilt of your head. He doesn’t know how you put up with so many people plucking at you, but he’s impressed by how professionally you handle it and accede to the photographer’s wishes. 

Sometimes they mistake him for a roadie (or the photoshoot equivalent) and he finds himself being roped into moving boxes of clothes or holding up one of those lighting umbrellas. You try to intervene where you can, but he always brushes it off and tells you he’s just content to get involved. 

He never expected to be so involved that he’d be in front of the camera, though. When the photographer beckons him over one day and asks him to take the place of the male model, he’s a little stumped. Not even his Special Ability could have foreseen this. 

“You wanna take photos of me?”

Oda’s pretty humble. It takes some convincing to get him to agree, and he twitches a bit as his hair is styled and wardrobe comes over to adjust the clothes he’s wearing. It’s easy to forget he’s still Port Mafia, and understandably paranoid about strangers touching him. 

Oda’s not really a natural behind the camera. Takes a while for him to shake off the stiffness and stop squinting at the bright lights, but the fact he’s doing this with his partner makes it a little easier. 

The photographer figures out he can get the most natural smile out of him by making sure he’s looking at you in every shot, rather than the camera. 

For some reason, I think he’d look really good in an Autumn/Fall photoshoot? Sweaters, boots, heavy coats, scarves, fake snow and falling leaves. That sort of thing. This man looks like he was built to wear plaid.

[yuta-nakamots]

Ups and Downs - L.Taeyong

Pairing(s) - Taeyong x GN!Reader, slight Yuta x GN!Reader at the start

Genre(s) - University!AU, Fluff, slight Angst

Warnings - swearing, academic rivalry (not with Taeyong or Yuta), reader has a meltdown during a presentation

Summary - You were thankful for group projects in college, but only when you were paired with your crush, Yuta, and quiet art major, Taeyong. When presentation day disaster strikes, you discover who truly sees your worth beneath the chaos of university life and academic rivals.

Word Count - 5.0k

Author's Note - This is inspired by a dream I had about three years ago when I was in the midst of changing my majors and ultimately seeking academic validation and I’m sure a lot of this will show through the fic haha 

Taglist - @k-vanity @neocity-net (fill out this google form if you'd like to be added!)

Written for the Candy Hearts Collab originally hosted by @127-mile. Also part of my NCT: Seven Deadly Sins Collection. 

Prompt: “Are you jealous?”

Now playing: Ups & Downs - Taeyong, She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer

You sighed in exhaustion, leaning back in your chair and stretching while closing your eyes, letting them rest from all the hours of staring at your laptop screen. You had spent hours on your assignments, but the work never seemed to end. You were starting to question if this business degree was worth all of the long, tired nights. 

It was worth it when you got to have class with, in your opinion, one of the most handsome men on campus, Nakamoto Yuta. The fourth-year communications major had an air about him that was so enchanting. He carried himself with so much confidence and charm that it was impossible not to look at him as he strode through the hallways, his bold fashion sense posing a stark contrast to the bleak beige walls. 

Initially, you were upset about having to take a lower-level business marketing class as you were already well into your degree, but your academic advisor informed you it was mandatory, especially since you had intended to finish your degree in business with a focus on marketing specifically. You already knew all the concepts the course covered, and for that, you hated coming to class, feeling as if it was a waste of time. But whenever Yuta showed up, you thought perhaps this class wasn’t all that bad. 

You all but choked on air when your professor announced that you would be in the same group as him for the final project. But that excitement quickly faded as he stated the name of the next person to be in your group. Clara, your academic rival from the very start of your college career. She had been in so many of your business-related classes, and quite frankly, you were sick of her. She, too, was a business major, but unlike you, she had a focus in public relations, making her all the more better at manipulating people and playing them in just the right way to get exactly what she wanted.

You felt your irritation bubbling in your chest, the intensity of it ringing through your ears, almost loud enough for you to nearly miss the name of the last person in your group. Lee Taeyong. You knew him, the fourth-year graphic design major, but you had never spoken to him. You had no idea what an art major could be doing in this course meant for a business major, though you weren’t one to critique others and their academic path seeing as you could barely cope with your own. 

Your phone buzzed on your desk, pulling you away from your thoughts. A familiar heat in your cheeks began to bloom as you saw Yuta’s name pop up. But just as always, Clara was there. She had a way of ruining anything nice you ever had at school. 

It was worth noting that you previously had projects with Clara in your multiple shared business classes, so you were no stranger to her antics. The way she constantly forced her way into conversations that she wasn’t part of, the way she would steal your ideas and reword them to make it seem like she came up with them, the way she did it all shamelessly as if the world owed it to her. There was no way you were going to let it happen this time, not with Yuta in your group. 

“So, does anyone have an idea on what our topic should be?” Yuta dropped his backpack onto a chair as the group entered a study room in the library. 

“Oooh, I have a few,” Clara volunteers, ever so eager to earn points with someone she may get to use in her network of connections. “But what do you guys think?” She turned to you guys, eyes wide as a deer. You knew what she was doing, you knew she wanted you to spill your ideas so she could snatch them up and turn them into her own before anyone even remembered that you said it first.

“Haven’t really thought about it,” you mutter, a lie. You had thought about this final project a lot, not just because Yuta was in your group. This project was by far more interesting than any of the essays and PowerPoint presentations you had created. The core task was to develop a hypothetical marketing plan to promote any organization of your choosing. The professor left it open-ended so you could choose any topic to market, and for that, you were thankful. 

“I have an idea,” Taeyong began quietly as you all got settled around the table. “I know I’m a bit out of place here as an art major, but I was thinking, maybe we could talk about using marketing techniques like social media and ads.” He looked between the group of you guys, unsure if you would like his take on the project. “I kind of wanted to focus more so on how art is used in marketing and how it can be used to influence the consumer’s psychology to create persuasive messaging that appeals to their emotions and humanity.”

“Taeyong, that’s an amazing idea,” Clara gawked. You held back a scoff at her obvious acting. 

Taeyong was a creative person, and you could see it just through his proposal. He had thrown all your previous doubts about him out the window, but you worried for him. He didn’t know Clara the way you did. He hadn’t experienced her way of banking on the intellectual property of others, and you could tell that he was going to be Clara’s next target through this project. 

You leaned forward in your seat, resting your forearms on the cool table in front of you. “So, I guess we have our marketing strategies and tools covered. But what about our topic? What should we advertise? What kind of organization are we supporting here?”

Clara turned back to Taeyong expectantly as Yuta fiddled with a pencil between his fingers. Taeyong looked between the three of you and let out a sheepish laugh. His right hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly as he spoke, eyes glued to the table. “Well, because I volunteer at the animal shelter, I think it would be nice to advertise for them-”

“Awwww, that’s so cute,” Clara interrupted. “I didn’t know you liked animals!”

Taeyong had a slight smile on his face as he looked up from the table and met her gaze. “Yeah, I love animals. I think they’re all so sweet.”

“Oh my gosh, no way! I never thought a guy like you would volunteer at an animal shelter and have such a soft spot for them! Do you have a favorite animal? Or a favorite at the shelter? I’m sure all the puppies there must be so cute, their little paws and their-”

“Clara,” Yuta interjected, firm and stable. “I only booked this room for an hour. Let’s not waste our time here.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, peering up at Yuta through her lashes, and she drew her hands into her lap. You so badly wanted to roll your eyes, but you refrained. 

Yuta made a little nod to her before turning back to you. “So, going back to our topic, it seems that it’s been decided for us. Animal welfare organizations it is.”

“Okay, great, so to summarize everything we decided on today,” you pulled out your phone to write a message into the project’s group chat, “our marketing plan aims to promote animal welfare organizations,” you glanced up at Yuta for confirmation, “through the use of art within social media and ads to target the consumer’s psychology and create a message that appeals to their emotions and humanity.” Taeyong nodded along as you listed off everything. 

Yuta clapped his hands together once. “Awesome. Now, let’s divide up the work.”

It was concluded that Taeyong would take the lead in sourcing material to use for mock-ups of the hypothetical ads that would be posted on social media or aired on television. He came up with a plan to get pictures and videos of animals at the shelter and edit them himself. “Creativity comes the most easily when it’s something dear to your heart,” he claimed. With your focus on marketing, it only made sense for you to end up working alongside him, carefully shaping the theme of Taeyong’s work and pairing his art with the capitalist ideals of your field. 

On the other hand, Yuta took it upon himself to handle the final presentation. The creation of the presentation itself was quite easy, simply taking whatever you and Taeyong created and throwing it into a slideshow. It was the presentation that would bring your project home, and Yuta was perfect for the job. Yuta was to work on a script for the entire group with Clara’s support, using carefully chosen words to dig into the audience’s emotions and bring to life the media that you and Taeyong created. 

From then on, you worked tirelessly on the project. Day in and day out, you had your laptop open whenever you could, looking over the pictures and videos Taeyong had sent and thinking up what kind of story they could tell, what kind of message they could convey. You quickly grew close to Taeyong upon seeing how kind he was to all the animals he came across. He was so gentle, even with the insects that you wouldn’t hesitate to smack with the bottom of your shoe. He even once sent you a video of a toad resting in the palm of his hand, staring up at him with wide, glossy eyes. 

You and Taeyong worked well as a team, and you quickly grew close to him. The videos he sent only made you more and more intrigued with this hidden side of him. “So what are you doing taking this class?” You asked one night over a video call. “You’re not a business major, so surely you didn't have to take this class if you didn’t want to, right?”

Taeyong looked away from the footage he was editing over to your image on his screen. “Yeah, I didn’t have to take it, but I wanted to. In my program, we have a lot of elective spots that are meant to round us out as students and people so we’re not released into the world as solely artists.”

“Oh, that’s smart of them,” you remarked, not ever having thought about the difference in academic curriculum before. “So why this class then? Why business?”

You watched Taeyong through the screen as he shrugged. “Figured that it would be good to take a look at this side of things, you know? If one day my art blows up and one day people want to buy it and own prints of my work, I thought it would be useful to know how to market it properly.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, “That’s a good point.” 

Like this, you and Taeyong grew more familiar with each other, finding comfort in working together. Even in the silence of your video calls, interrupted only by the sound of a keyboard clicking or a pencil scratching on paper, Taeyong was there. 

As the deadline for the final project drew near, you and Taeyong were more frequently joined by Yuta and Clara. The four of you jointly went over all the media that you and Taeyong had curated and incorporated it into the script that Yuta had been writing. Clara would interject with comment every so often about Yuta misplacing a punctuation mark or moving a picture closer to the center of the page, anything to gain Yuta’s approval. 

It irritated you, and you had to keep telling yourself that it was only a few more days until you could finally be rid of her. However, as much as you were excited to be free from Clara, that also meant saying goodbye to your interactions with Yuta. You didn’t feel close enough to him to strike up a conversation, and you most certainly were not going to ask him on a date, fearing the rejection that you felt was inevitable. 

You could only admire Yuta through your computer screen, and that much had to be enough for your aching heart. It didn’t go unnoticed, though, with Taeyong’s own eyes observing your video feed and his mind quieting his emotions. He could tell that you adored Yuta. ‘If only she saw me the same way she saw him,’ Taeyong thought to himself. 

The day you were due to present your final project to the class finally arrived. You were powered only by two hours of sleep and three shots of espresso, but you couldn’t give up now. You poured your heart and soul into this project, matching the same energy that Taeyong gave alongside you through all the long nights and bleary mornings. Today would be your moment of triumph. 

You stood on stage with your groupmates, Yuta closest to the screen as he led the presentation with Clara at his side while you and Taeyong stood on the opposite end of the screen. Yuta spoke eloquently with perfect pacing and the occasional bit of humor, introducing your groups’ topics and the methods behind the teams’ marketing plan. He looked so natural holding the microphone and speaking in front of a large audience, one might have even thought he would be a singer in another life.

Every smile Yuta gave to the audience only made you want him more. He was the perfect mix of funny and smart, a charmer in every way. Any moment you weren’t gazing out into the sea of your classmates or briefly speaking about your contributions to the project, your eyes were on him. The way the lights hit him made him glow, a soft golden aura floating around him, making him seem all the more ethereal. 

Taeyong saw the way you looked at Yuta, and he hated it. He couldn’t bear the way your eyes were glued to Yuta and how your lips would pull tight as you held back a smile when he cracked a joke. Taeyong only wished that you would look at him with that same kind of fondness one day, but for now, he merely stared straight ahead into the rows of the large lecture hall. 

As the presentation was coming to a close, you got ready to do your final remarks and lead into a Q&A session, as Yuta had written in the script. Taeyong handed you the microphone after briefly talking about animal sanctuaries and his work at the local animal shelter. You were about to begin your portion when you were interrupted by Clara on the other end of the stage. “It is all thanks to Taeyong that we were able to decide on such a selfless topic, one that the rest of us would have never thought of. Taeyong and his passion brought a great deal to this project, and I would like to mention just how much he contributed.” You sighed, waiting for Clara to end her oh-so-valiant speech, just wanting to get your part over with. “I was easily able to apply my knowledge of marketing and public relations to Taeyong’s work, creating stories that pulled at your emotions. Without Taeyong and Yuta in this team, our presentation wouldn’t have been even half of what it became.”

With that, she handed the microphone back to Yuta, looking at you expectantly to continue as rehearsed. But you couldn’t. A wave of heat came across your face, flooding to your ears as you felt your throat grow tight and your mouth go dry. You didn’t dare speak into the microphone, fearing that your unstable voice would break and show what you were feeling. Was it anger? Shame? Embarrassment? Maybe a mix of all of them? You couldn’t tell. All you could do was hand Taeyong the microphone, his warm hand brushing against yours in the most fleeting of touches, before you ran off the stage. 

As you fled down the stairs and off into one of the dressing rooms in the back, you heard Taeyong deliver what were supposed to be your final words. You leaned against a wall as the first of your tears fell from your eyes, leaving hot and jagged streaks in their wake. “With this, we conclude our presentation,” you hear Taeyong say the opening words of your ending speech that you so carefully recited to yourself over and over for the past week. The audience clapped for your teams’ presentation, and you wiped at your tears, trying your best to make yourself acceptable before going back on stage. 

You heard the first question being asked, trying to listen and fall into a more professional mindset again, but your efforts fell apart as the door to the dressing room was pushed open. Whipping around, you tried to dab at your eyes, wanting to blot away the tears before they had the chance to fall. You froze in your actions when you realized through blurry eyes that it was Taeyong who had entered the room. “Aren’t you supposed to be up there with them?” Your voice was shaky, but you didn’t care anymore. 

“Yeah,” he quietly breathed out while coming to your side. He brought a hand up to your face, cupping your moist cheek in his large palm. “But this is more important than being with them. They can handle the questions.”

You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes as you tried to quiet the sniffles and hiccups that exposed you against your will. “Thank you,” you manage to croak out. Your hands latch onto his forearm, not wanting him to let go of you just yet. Only when your body had stilled and your breathing slowed did you find the courage to open your eyes again. You were met by Taeyong’s eyes, pupils round and dark, peering into yours with his brows furrowed in worry. “Why are you here? You could have just let me go.”

Taeyong shook his head. “I can’t do that. Not when I know how hard you worked on this.” His eyes flit between yours as he used his thumb to brush away a tear that slipped away through the corner of your eye. “All those nights we spent together working on this presentation…I saw what you went through for us, for this team. Those two out there? They didn’t see all the times you nearly fell asleep at your desk. But that doesn’t mean they can undermine all the effort you put into this project.”

“No, don’t include Yuta in this,” you tell Taeyong, pulling his hand away from your face but still not letting go of him. “He didn’t do anything wrong-”

“Yes, he did,” Taeyong spoke those words quickly with enough conviction to stop you in your thoughts as you stared back into his big, round eyes. “He didn’t care to stop Clara or correct her words while she spread all those lies. After you ran off, I told the audience that it was you who worked closest to me and matched my every step in this process.” Taeyong brought his free hand to cover yours that were still on his wrist. “It was you that sifted through my endless files and picked the best ones. It wasn’t Clara, it wasn’t Yuta. It was you. The very fact that Yuta didn’t do anything up there…I think that shows enough.”

“It wasn’t his fault,” you point out. “He didn’t know that Clara was going to say all of that.”

“Yeah, well, neither did you or me.” He was right. “Their recognition doesn’t define your talent. I saw it myself, and I know just how amazing you are. If Yuta didn’t care enough to stand up to Clara, then he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve the way you look at him, the way you smile whenever he laughs, the way your eyes light up when he walks into the room-”

“Taeyong, are you jealous?” You watched as his mouth slowly shut and his jaw tightened. 

He looked away from you and down at the floor. “So what if I am?” He muttered. “Any man would be jealous of how much you fawn over that guy.”

You squeezed Taeyong’s wrist, wanting him to look at you. “This isn’t about my crush on him-”

“Crush on who?” Yuta burst into the room. 

“It’s nothing.” “You.” Both you and Taeyong spoke at the same time, heads jerking to the sudden guest.

“Well, someone in the crowd just asked about donating to the shelter, so Taeyong, I’m gonna need you back on stage,” Yuta urged before leaving just as quickly as he came. 

Taeyong turned back to you. “Come on, let’s go.” He tugged at the arm he was still holding onto, but you refused to move. 

You didn’t want to go back on stage after everything that happened. “Taeyong, I- I can’t.”

“Okay, then don’t.” He finally freed you from his grasp as he made his way to the door. “But just know that I will tell the audience how much you endured for this very day, and I’ll do it no matter if you’re up there with me or not.”

He closed the door, and you heard his footsteps grow faint as he returned to the stage. Your head fell to your hands, and you slid down against a wall onto the floor. It all was too much. First, it was Clara during the presentation, then it was Taeyong being a jealous prick and getting involved when he shouldn't have, and now Yuta knows about your crush on him. You just wanted the ground to open up beneath you and swallow you whole. 

You stayed sitting with your forehead against your arms and your back against the wall, the coolness of it serving as a way to ground you to reality as you fought back another wave of emotion. You didn’t remember how long you sat there for, but it was long enough for the audience to erupt in another round of applause followed by hurried footsteps coming off the stage. 

Yuta called your name once, his voice growing louder. “We did it! The presentation is done!” He entered the room once more, expecting to see you in a somewhat better state than when he left. When he found you on the floor, he rushed to you, kneeling and taking your hands in his. 

You yanked your hands back into your chest as you looked up at the man in front of you. “Congratulations,” you say dryly. 

“Look, I know what happened out there was embarrassing, but don’t let it get you down,” he tried with a smile. If this were any other occasion, the very thought of Yuta smiling at you would have been enough to have you kicking your feet and giggling like a middle schooler. But right now, you couldn’t even fathom the energy it would take to smile back at him, especially when you heard Clara’s obnoxious voice coming down the hallway.

“Oh my gosh, that little stunt you pulled back there was so embarrassing,” she began not a second after stepping foot into the dressing room. “I can’t believe you were so childish that you literally ran off stage and just left us there. What kind of teammate just leaves their team-”

“Clara, get out,” Taeyong commanded as he, too, joined the pity party in the room. 

Clara scoffed at him. “You don’t have to be so rude. We all know about your crush on that loser on the floor.”

“That’s enough.” Taeyong pushed her out the door and closed it before she could even complain. 

Your attention fell back onto Yuta in front of you, your gaze zeroing in on the way his lips moved when he spoke. “You know, I don’t mind you having a crush on me. Maybe once this is all over, we can hang out sometime…” You looked over Yuta’s shoulder and saw Taeyong with his lips pressed together in a line. Yuta’s eyes follow your gaze, falling onto the other man in the room. “...Unless something else is already going on, then I don’t want to interrupt it.”

“It’s not like that,” you quickly blurt out. You watch as Taeyong’s expression morphs into a grimace. 

Yuta senses the obvious tension in the room. “Maybe I’ll just leave the two of you here to sort things out then,” he says, excusing himself to escape from the suffocating silence. 

The silence between you and Taeyong seemed to stretch on forever before you spoke first. “What Clara said earlier…she said you have a crush? On me?”

Taeyong leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “She did say that.”

“Is it true?” 

He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “If you want it to be.”

You didn’t look at him, choosing to pick at the skin around your nails instead. “How long have you liked me?”

“Truthfully, ever since the start of this project.” Your breath hitched at the revelation. “I fell for the way you cared so deeply about your work, the way you-” he suddenly paused, causing you to glance up at him, meeting his gaze. “Look, I’m not going to spill everything when I know you still have feelings for Yuta. You should go after him.” You shook your head at Taeyong’s suggestion. “Why not? He’s the one you wanted all this time.”

While that much was true, you could tell Yuta didn’t care about you the same way you cared about him. “He doesn’t want me.” You didn’t want him to like you out of pity. You didn’t want him to try to love you just because of what happened today. 

You heard the crowd applaud once more, likely for the next group that was taking the stage. “I’m going to head back to class. I have a friend in the next group,” Taeyong shares before slipping out of the door, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts. 

It was a week before you contacted either one of them, but both Yuta and Taeyong had already sent you multiple messages of apologies and thank yous. You first opened Yuta’s messages and read his apology for his actions and his gratitude toward your devotion to the project. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond to him. Instead, you opened Taeyong’s messages with similar content except with the additional pictures and videos of him with an array of animals over the past few days. 

Taeyong had sent you multiple pictures of a stray cat on campus, one that he had previously told you he was taking care of. His message right below said that she had just given birth, and he managed to take them all home to look after before the kittens could be adopted out to their forever homes. Scrolling down further, he sent a video of two baby chicks sitting in the palm of his hand, chirping at him and turning their heads as he cooed back. The last picture he sent was of two baby pigs, one brown and one beige, lying close to each other as they took a nap, sound asleep and without a worry in the world. 

As you struggled to navigate your feelings, you found yourself constantly going back through all the videos and pictures Taeyong had sent to you. The warmth he showed to all those animals reminded you of the warmth he showed to you. You came to realize that his messages were laced with love and comfort, all of it waiting just for you. 

You put together a short message thanking him for all the cute animals and then asked if the two of you could meet up sometime. Taeyong responded not even a minute later. He wanted to see you. 

You finally reunited with Taeyong during the weekend at the animal shelter he volunteers at. When you told him that you were interested in helping out that day, his eyes went wide in shock. “Really?” He asked, looking as if he had boba pearls in the place of his pupils. 

“Yes, really,” you confirmed. “I wanted to see all these little cuties for myself and see what you get up to over here.”

“Oh, not much. Just cleaning up after them and making sure they all get enough play time in.” He led you towards the staff area of the shelter with a chuckle. “I’m so glad you decided to try this out.”

“There’s, uh, something else I would like to try out too, if you don’t mind,” you hesitantly started as you followed Taeyong’s lead, washing up in the large metal sink. 

He hummed a bit, going up in the end as a question while continuing to wash his hands.

“I would like to give us a try.”

Taeyong shut off the water, reaching for a towel to dry his hands. “Us?” He pointed back and forth between the two of you.

You followed suit, grabbing the towel from his hands. “Yeah, us,” copying the way he gestured. 

“Oh, um, I’d like that,” Taeyong admitted quietly as his hands came to rest at the edge of the sink. “I’d like that a lot.” 

You smiled at his words. “You would?”

Taeyong’s arms encircled you in a warm hug, and you embraced him, his chin coming to your shoulder. “Thank you for choosing me.”

His sin was envy. But you set him free. 

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I am finally back 😌😌

So have some flirty power ranger <3

Summary: Reader is an old friend of Nathan's who drops by NXT for a show and is introduced to Nathan's flirty luchador partner, Axiom.

It's a usual hot evening in Florida at the Performance Center. You make your way past the security gate, flashing your ID at the guard before making your way inside the cool building. Once inside, you head down to the locker room area and find the locker room of the current NXT tag champs.

You knock sharply on the door and wait for an answer. Shuffling can be heard from behind the door while you wait, and a few seconds later Nathan peaks through the door.

"Nate!" You greet him with a warm smile.

"YN?" A look of surprise flashes across Nathan's face, and he opens the door a bit wider.

You giggle and nod. "In the flesh, Nate. Miss me?" You muse and go in for the hug.

"Course I missed you!" Nathan cracks an ecstatic smile and pulls you into a warm and inviting hug. "It's been too long, YN." He holds you against him, savoring the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.

"Mm. It has." You agree with him, and pat his back before finally letting go. "I heard you got a new tag partner. And that you two are the tag champs? Moving up in the world without me, Nate?" You tease him.

Nathan chuckles and steps back to let you into the locker room. You step inside and shut the door behind you.

"Yeah. That's us." Nathan nods, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "YN, this is my partner, Axiom. Axiom, this is, YN. She's an old friend." He gestures to his masked tag partner standing further in the room.

You turn your attention on Nate's tag partner. Not the tallest guy in the world. But he's lean and muscular from what you can tell. His face is covered by a purple and gold luchador mask. Obviously inspired by Power Rangers.

"Hi!" You step forward and greet Axiom with a smile and an outstretched hand. "I'm, YN. It's great to meet you. I love the mask, by the way. Loved Power Rangers as a kid." You add.

"Thank you." Axiom nods and shakes your hand firmly. "I have to say, Nathan never mentioned having such a beautiful friend." He adds, and you can almost hear the charming smile he's surely flashing behind his mask.

You crack an amused smile and pull your hand back to your side. "Nate! You never said he was a charmer." You joke with a giggle.

"I didn't know he was so smooth out of the ring." Nathan chuckles.

"I'm full of surprises, my friend." Axiom matches his laugh. "So. How do you know, Nathan?" He asks you.

You shift and sit down between him and Nathan on the bench.

"Me and Nate go way back." You explain. "He was trained by Seth Rollins. Who just so happens to be my half-brother. So we've known each other for a while."

"So we're in the presence of greatness?" Axiom muses.

You laugh at him quip and shake your head. "I'm just a designer." You assure him.

"Beautiful and humble." Axiom replies. "Your lovely friend is quite the catch, Nathan."

"So I'm told." Nathan chuckles. "Will you be staying for the show, YN?" He asks you.

You nod and flash the VIP pass hanging around your neck. "Yes! Front row seats. I'm excited to see the show. You and Axiom are in it, right?" You ask him.

"Yeah." Nate nods. "We're defending our belts against Tony D and Stacks."

"I look forward to seeing you two in action." I grin eagerly and stand up. "Speaking of which. I should probably head out to my seat."

Nathan nods and stands as well. "We'll see you out there." He goes in for a small side hug.

"Hug for good luck?" Axiom stands up too, arms outstretched for a hug.

"Of course!" You giggle and hug him as well. "Good luck, boys. I'll see you out there."

Axiom and Nathan both nod and see you out of their locker room. You head out into the arena and find your seat right against the barricade near the stairs at the corner of the ring. The spot gives you an optimal view of the ring and the ramp.

The show starts and you enjoy the matches. You cheer and boo along with the crowd, overall having a great time.

Eventually, the time comes for Nathan and Axiom's match. You eagerly cheer as they make their entrance. Nathan winks and high-fives you when he passes and Axiom stops in front of you.

"You look like you're having a wonderful time, Amorcita." He comments.

"I am!" You assure him with a giggle at the sweet pet name. "Good luck!"

Both men step inside the ring and wait for their opponents to come down and join them. Once everyone is in their place, the bell rings and the match gets underway.

You sit and cheer all throughout the match. Watching Nathan and Axiom awe the crowd with their high octane moves is a sight to see in person. Bewitching, almost. Especially Axiom, who throws a flirty line or move your way every time he nears you during the match. It's charming and charismatic as hell. And you can feel yourself becoming more and more drawn in with every word and move he makes.

The match comes to an end when Nathan pins Stacks for the three-count. The boys are handed back their tag belts from the referee and the crowd cheers. You cheer their name just as loud, and the camera's stop streaming for the night.

"Amorcita!" Axiom walks up to you against the barricade with Nathan at his side. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asks you.

"I did, yes!" You nod eagerly. "You and Nate put on quite the show. And the rest of the performances were great too."

Nathan nods, still panting from the match, and adjusts the belt on his shoulder. "Thanks, YN." He smiles at you.

"Are you busy by any chance?" Axiom can't help but ask. "I'd love to offer an all access backstage pass to you." He grins.

"Oh?" You giggle. "Lucky me. Let me just come around the barricade." You move to take the long way around.

You have barely taken a step away when Axiom sets a hand on your arm. "Nonsense, Carina." He shakes his head.

In one swift movement you are in his arms and being pulled over the barricade with ease before being set on your feet again.

"Ah!" You laugh as you're easily lifted off your feet. "Well, that's certainly more efficient." You muse.

"You're very welcome, princessa." Axiom chuckles. "Shall we?"

You nod with a small blush on your cheeks. "Lead the way, romeo." You joke.

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