#her pinterest is so dope

[mausamii]

Him And I 🎀

Credits to nandini on pinterest

[persephoneggsy]

decided to be cringe and made a marvel OC to ship with Miguel (bc i’m not really vibing with his more popular ships)

her name is Celenia Bast, she goes by “Cel”, and she works as a low-level engineer at Alchemax. She’ll occasionally cross paths with Miguel O’Hara, a smug coworker that she fucking hates. 

She works two other jobs due to having to support her two younger sisters and an infirmed grandfather, and had to give up on her dreams of owning her own workshop. One day, buried under stress and bills, she snaps and decides to start a crime spree. Inspired by the Heroic Era’s Black Cat, she prowls the rich neighborhoods of Nueva York to take what she pleases. She’s far from a Robin Hood-esque hero, however; all her ill-gotten gains go towards just herself and her family - she cares very little about anyone else.

Well, except for Spider-Man; Cel is absolutely infatuated with the wall-crawler, delighting in making him fluster and chase her (that he’s also ripped probably helps). She really wants to know who’s under that mask... obviously, once she finds out, she’s in for a rude awakening.

[unbizzarre]

BARRAYARAN COSTUME DESIGN

The process for costume design:

Had fun looking through a whole bunch of reference images to try to create a costume set that reflected the strong sense of tradition with midieval-esque holdovers from hand textiles that would have had to be the norm during barreyars period of isolation, while also accounting for the wealth of the current barreyaran aristocracy and their access to modern galactic trends and clothing. I also didn’t want the midieval influences to be generic-fantasy-vaguely-european-bulshit, so I also tried to find reference images with styles, patterns, and silhouettes that where somewhat reminiscent of the French, Russian, and Greek cultural heritage barnyard first settlers may have brought with them. That being said, it wouldn’t make sense for any of these traditional garments to have been preserved with 1-for-1 accuracy from there earth origins over the many centuries (cuz like, irl traditional dress in these countries is less and less common) so I didnt want to just copy exactly historical garments.

OH! And then I also had to make sure the men’s clothing also reflected the pseudo-military affectations which Bujold has mentioned in multiple books as being popular in menswear amongst the vor cast. (Ex: the formal riding boots, and the two swords carried at formal events, or less formally vor “town clowns” also wearing casual clothing reminiscent of a military cut.) but! In order to do this, I had to think of both what would have been military uniforms both in isolation-barrayar and modern barrayar, and which aspects of each set of military uniforms would be incorporated into modern men’s fashion. Would any women’s clothing also reflect this warrior trend?

Finally, since all of this costume design was brainstorming for the dinner party scene, I wanted to make sure that the clothes matched the personalities of the people wearing them. Like aunt Alice and Professors Vorthis are both middle aged Vor-caste women, but will have vastly contrasting style. Alice being alice, her clothing will likely be both perfect for the occasion while also a sleek and elegant combination of the leading barreyaran fashions, while also giving a nod to traditional barreyaran costume at times as she is a representative of both the state and her old-vor house. The professora on the other hand, will probably opt for something comfortable and cozy, while not especially showy, as she is more concerned with her studies and gardens and is not super involved in the Vorbarra-sultana social scene.

Some of the reference images I used:

And many many sooooo many more. So much borrowed creativity from all over the internet I feel bad I can’t more accurately site all my sources 😞

Also some random cool aesthetic modern shit that I thought had fun sci fi vibes as well as some *sigh* generic-euro fantasy clothing cuz sometimes you need to be a little basic.

Also a lot of cool art by artists I love that is just dope costume design and totally all their work. Idk the names of a lot of them cuz I’m not really active on social media and only really see the images amidst thousands of others in my Pinterest hoard but I always recognize the artsyles and creativity and wind up saving them to reference art boards 🙈

Some that I do remember and love a lot are cy-lindric, Juliette, and Celia Lowenthall

[bloodibambiidoll]

does weird! girl collect 2000s/90s/80s my little ponies? i personally do and i feel like she would paint them to make the bloody or have stitches on them (which i have done/ seen before)

No bc !! The way I have these saved on her Pinterest board !! She absolutely does. And Care Bears. She definitely has her favorites that she keeps in mint condition but she buys more beat up ones to customize and make her own. One of Weird!girl’s hobbies is restoring old toys.

(I looove that you do that, that’s so fucking dope. I have some MH dolls that are in kinda rough shape that I want to do something with eventually!!🤭🖤✨)

[ncityavenue]

BUTTerfly Tattoo —M.L

》in which you get a butterfly tattoo on your ass as a surprise for Mark since he loves your butt so much.

Warning: definitely suggestive,humorous (at least I tried), alot of dialog, alot of talk abt your ass (body worship ig????), mentions of being high, choking, fingering, and pain?? (I mean mark slaps your ass A L O T)

A/N: LISTENNN so I had found that picture on pinterest just cruising around and I was listening to music then mark just popped into my head so I HAD to make something up about it with that picture reference shown above.

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"You think he's gonna like it?" You asked your closest friend, Haechan who you could depend on for any opinion.

"Fuck yeah, Mark Lee is a perv...and so am I because I'm pitching a tent just looking at it." Haechan said.

You pulled your jeans up, "Okay gross, anyways I'm a little nervous because it's not like a small little cute one it takes up half my ass."

" He's gonna love it! It's pretty colors too, and it goes nice with your skin complexion. Your ass is fucking beautiful y/n, you'll be fine!" Haechan waves you off trotting in your kitchen to get another snack.

"Lemme facetime Jaehyun, he's like a pro Ass man." You said.

A few rings and your met with Jaehyun face shoving some food in his mouth, "Wassup Twin."

"Hiii Twin, okay jae I need your opinion on something. And it has something to do with my ass" You say. Jaehyun gave you a suspicious look raising one eyebrow pausing to eat his food.

"I'm all ears??" He suspiciously said.

"Okay are you with anyone?" You questioned him.

"Yeah I'm with jungwoo, are you with mark?" Jaehyun answered.

"No, Haechan."

"Are you trying to get me caught up in a affair scandal?" Jaehyun nonchalantly said.

"No! Just listen! so, I got two butterflies tattooed on my ass and I wanna know what you think and if mark will like it." You explained quickly.

"Show."

Simply with that command, you showed the small portion of your ass to Jaehyun.

"Oh shit, that's fire you should definitely get it." Jaehyun says.

"Yeah I did, right here." You said with an obvious tone.

"WAIT THAT'S REAL?!" Jaehyun widen his eyes getting closer to the camera.

"Yep!"

"I said I got it tattooed."

You giggled at the slight glitch in his voice from the bad internet wherever he's at.

"Sorry, I'm high right now- but that looks dope, it fits your booty so nice I don't know how to explain it." Jaehyun complimented.

"Can I see?" Jungwoo chimes in.

Jaehyun asked you again if he could see, you nodded and Jungwoo took a look.

"DAMN! That's really nice."

Jaehyun agreed with Jungwoo, "Mark might have a heart attack seeing it, he's gonna love the fact that you have butterflies on your ass. He's a perv."

"I SAID THE SAME!" Haechan also chimed in putting his hands in the air.

"I don't know if I'm liking yall calling my man a pervert even though it's true but that's besides the point." You chuckled.

"Listen as an ass man, I would love for my chick to have a sick ass tattoo on her butt so like when I fuck her from behind I can see not only her beautiful ass but also beautiful art." Jaehyun elaborated.

"I swear you guys never know when something is TMI" you said.

"I'm just saying"

Jaehyun sipped on his drink, and with that you said your farewells to him and jungwoo before ending the call.

"So now do you believe me?" Haechan raised his eyebrows with folded arms.

"I guess so."

"Now can we go to the mall like you promised? I'm starving." Haechan rubbed his belly.

You nodded grabbing your keys, Haechan jumped off the couch following you like a excited puppy.

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You came back to your house with haechan following suite with all your bags in his hand, he struggled getting inside the house.

"Uh.. a little help?!" Haechan cried out, you opened the door up more letting him inside.

You saw Mark and Johnny standing in the kitchen looking at Haechan struggle with the heavy bags in his hands.

You placed your small purse on the counter, also watching the poor boy struggle.

"Here let me help you." Johnny suggested, he picked up 2 bags placing them on the counter as well.

Haechan could finally lift them up on the kitchen island.

" Hi love, You must've had fun today." Mark scanned you up and down admiring you before pulling you in for a kiss, resting his hand on your hip.

"I did, I very much did. You know how it goes, Haechan kinda lost in a game of rock paper scissors." You said, Mark replying with a soft 'ahh'.

"Never EVER have me keep your girl company while you are gone, NEVER EVER." Haechan huffed and puffed aggressively trying to catch his breath.

"They weren't even that-"

"Don't." Haechan put a finger infront of Johnny's face.

"You got alot of stuff baby." Mark rubs the dip in your back.

" It's not even that much, plushies, some clothes, lingerie, other accessories, hair products some are mine some are yours." You said.

You knew that smirk anywhere, Mark knew what time it was once you named Lingerie.

"Don't you have like alot of lingerie already?" Mark questioned.

"Not when you keep ripping them up." You say grabbing the hair products out the bags.

Mark only shyly laughed before slapping your butt, the pain from the tattoo and the slap only reminded you what you had to do today.

"Ahem! We are still present!" Johnny excused.

At this point all of you and Mark's friends knew about the tattoo except Mark.

"Now that I've caught my breath, I want to leave." Haechan announced.

Johnny was ready to go as well, "Oh I didn't bring my car here because I thought it would be a good idea to walk and burn some calories, so you're driving me home."

He explained to haechan as he grabbed his phone from the counter.

"I guess I'm just everyone's slave around here." Haechan said.

"Guess you are." Mark gave him a sheepish look tilting his head.

Haechan gave him the middle finger before exiting the house, "Night lil bro" Johnny closed their front door.

After a little silence, Mark's attention suddenly shifted towards you, beginning to feel nervous you poured yourself a glass of wine.

"So about these lingerie, you gonna try them on for me?" Mark questioned peeking through the bags.

"I mean, if it makes you happy." You smirked drinking your wine.

Mark looked at you trying to read your expression, he felt as if you're hiding something from him with that slightly mischievous grin on your face.

"What's wrong baby? Is there something on your mind?" Mark gripped your waist kissing down your neck.

"I have a surprise for you." You said.

"Hmm? A surprise?" Mark continued to place kisses on your neck and collar bone.

"Yeah take a guess, even though I know you Won't ever get it." You say with full confidence.

"You got new toys?"

"Nope"

"You have a costume in there?"

"Nah"

"You got nipple piercings?"

"No, but not a bad idea.."

"Oh my god..." Mark finally let's go of your neck, looking down at your stomach.

"Oh my god you're PREGNANT?!" Mark nearly squealed in excitement.

"What? No!" You said.

"Oh..." Mark pouted rubbing the back of his neck.

"Good to know if I was you'd be excited, anyways I'm gonna reveal it to you. Follow me" You said.

You led mark to the bedroom, Mark slapped your butt again.

"Mark stop it's a little sore."

"Still? It's been 2 weeks since then, I couldn't possibly have smacked it that hard"

"You're more heavy handed than you think you are." You simply replied, you lead him inside the bedroom.

He started lurking around to see if the present was perhaps in here, you ordered him to sit down and he did so at once.

"Did you get a whip?" Mark guessed for the several time.

"No, I'll be right back."

You went into the bathroom with a new pair of lingerie, you slipped the set on. It was a pastel blue color with lacey material.

"It's totally a costume, babe you literally could've said I was right the first time."

You walked out the bathroom then you hid yourself behind the bedroom door frame, " are you ready?"

Mark replied with a simple yes and you stepped out with a exaggerated pose, Mark definitely was excited but not all that surprised considering you've worn many lingerie around him.

"Oh shit babe, you look so sexy" Mark said, he walked up to you snaking his hand on your waist squeezing the love handles.

"This isn't really the surprise though," You reminded you kissed his lips gingerly, "I'll give you a hint it's on my body."

"You got a clit piercing?" Mark questioned.

"No! What is with you and piercings? Is it like a kink?" You asked.

"I don't know it sounds like something impulsive you would do." Mark shrugged, you only smirked.

Mark grabbed your ass again, he maneuvers his way behind you and then you grinned even wider. His idea was to start teasing you but his eyes were glued to your ass once he saw it.

Your tattoo.

"Dude..." Mark paused his entire world stopped to look at it, "an ass tattoo.."

You looked at him over your shoulder biting down on your lip with a grin, "Do you like—"

"AN ASS TATTOO?! SHIT THIS IS GORGEOUS!" Mark exclaimed, he kneaded your butt in his hands just staring at the art.

The smile on his face was like a kid in the toy store, this may have made him fall even more in love with you.

"I got it a day ago, I had asked everyone if you think you'll like it. I was nervous about it, I already liked it." You explained.

"You like it, I fucking love it!! This is actually so hot of you," Mark paused for a minute, "wait..does that mean haechan saw your ass?"

"Uh yeah? Jaehyun saw, johnny, jungwoo, Yuta, Jaemin, and Jeno y'know all the ass guys." You clarified.

"Get on the bed." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, you surely hoped that you didn't just make him jealous.

"Please I- I need to see it clearer, get on the bed, lay on your belly." Mark pleaded, you found his frantic state adorable as you silently obeyed.

Crawling onto the bed, laying flat on your stomach as Mark instructed, he sat on the bed sitting next to you. He started to grope your butt for the umpteenth time, he gave it a few smacks. Mark seeing the recoil everytime he hit it only made him hypnotized.

"Fuck princess, your ass is just so beautiful even more with this gorgeous tattoo. This was one of your best decisions ever." Mark gushed.

"I'm glad you like it Markie." You smiled at him watching his every move.

"Yo, I might just be obsessed."

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You were draped over his lap whimpering for him, your ass was beyond sore and you were soaked.

Mark gave you no mercy, smacking your ass repeatedly and teasing your folds. He held your head up with his hand around your neck, he entered two fingers inside you slowly he fucked you painfully slow.

"You're so wet from me abusing your ass, you like when I slap it like this?" Mark's hand collides with your booty again even harder than the last 20-ish slaps, he soothed the pain with generous rubs and grips.

He had let go of your neck and started to focus on your pussy, he had a cheek in one hand and had two fingers pleasuring you with the other.

You're afraid he's not going to keep his hands off of you for awhile because of this tattoo.

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[slothquisitor]

✨Let's talk about OCs!✨How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation!

❤️Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation!❤️

<3

An excuse to yap about an OC? We love to see it! thank you for thinking of me! <3

I think most peeps are here for my BG3 stuff, so I'm going to talk about Liv, my beloved, sad wizard.

How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic?

Liv is clever, kind, and helpful. She is the epitome of a burnt-out gifted kid though. She's got so much confidence in her magic, and like, lacks it everywhere else. As far as aesthetics, there's a lot of connection to deep blues and purples, stars, and books. So many books. She's got a solid Pinterest board.

What's your favorite thing about them?

Her ability to be kind and compassionate despite her family upbringing. I think there's something really hopeful about still being kind to other people when the world could just have easily made you bitter. She's a good mirror for Astarion in that way.

Tell us fun facts about your OC or their creation!

Liv was actually my first D&D character, and I played her in a homebrew campaign that lasted nearly two years. So, I had a very good handle on her as a character before I'd ever heard of Baldur's Gate. But! D&D canon-Liv was SUPER OP. My DM gave us all an option to undergo a ritual that essentially granted us an eidolon form (We started out playing Pathfinder, iykyk). So she essentially had this other form she could shift into that had more hit points and hit like a truck. So in long combat, I'd expend my highest spells (Disintegration YO, plus divination wizard to force the failed DEX save) and then turn into that form. She got the nickname Rend in the campaign because she was like...ripping shit in half on the battlefield. The only person at our table out damaging Liv was our battle master fighter, and sometimes not even then. Is there anything sexier than a wizard? A wizard with a monster form. Clearly, I didn't work that into BG3 or the fic or anything, but it was really dope!

Thanks so much for the ask. I can yap forever about my OCs. <3

[cuzisaidso]

The Mistake Pt.1

Series: 1/? (Add when series complete)

(Don’t own the art! Got it from Pinterest, wonderful drawing )

Huggy Wuggy!FEM!READER!

Warning: swearing

Light blue- narrative/dialogue

Purple-A/N(me)

Summary: You and your friends decide to visit that run down old toy factory. Not knowing what lies inside. You deeply regret your decision soon as you step in and face the consequences.

Pt.1

Walking up to the multi-colored factory, shifting my backpack on my shoulders, I look back at the dumbasses who dragged me here in the first place. Tyler, Donnie, Shaggy, and Cheryl the four dumbass musketeers doing stupid shit on a daily basis.

This is probably one of their biggest dimwitted ideas so far, and sadly I'm a part of the group. Tyler is the player of the group, being almost six foot, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, lean and kinda muscular body. Basically the stereotypical rich boy.

Having nothing better to do with his life but raise hell, he decided that breaking an entering is more fun than smoking weed and playing video games with Shaggy.

Donnie being the second tallest of the group is highly nonchalant, and I don’t think he gives a fuck what we do, just as long as his shoes stay clean and his hair stays cut, he tags along.

Cheryl is Tyler's girlfriend. I don’t like her much but he likes her so she is a part of the group… until he gets tired and she gets replaced.

Cheryl is what you call a “pick me girl,” she feels everyone, and everything should be about her. Especially when it comes to Tyler, he gotta be giving her that monster dick the way she’s always up on him.

Shaggy… well he’s Shaggy, the pot head of the group. Not going to lie, what he brings calms my nerves especially when Tylers lil girlfriend or whatever tags along with us, she’s soooo fucking annoying.

Stopping at the entrance of the building. Tyler blinks confused. “Hmm, that’s weird” I look at him “what you mean?” He opens the door “last time I checked this place the doors were locked” I look confused “and?” He sighs and shakes his head “never mind let’s go” Tyler walks in. We follow.

“I think we should turn back….this place looks hella creepy” Tyler rolls his eyes at my response.

“You can go home y/n, but me and the others are going in. I always knew you were the pussy of the group” I glare

“Hey, let’s get this straight. I ain’t no pussy. And I’ll never will be one.” Tyler smirks

“Only pussies say they aren’t pussies” I take a slow inhale of air.

“Okay” I step forward purposefully bumping into Tyler in the way in. Shoving the door open. I walk in and down the dimly lit hallway.

The others follow behind me as we all look around the dark, dirty, and musty place. “Definitely a kids place for sure” grumbles Donnie.

“Heh, looks kinda dope” replies Shaggy. “Only you’ll think this place is dope shags, are you on shrooms again?” Shag smiles suspiciously “probably “

Cheryl Grimaces as her high platform flip flops sticks to the floor as we walk. “Baby, it’s all nasty in here” she whines. Tyler wraps his arm around her waist kissing her head.

“You will be fine, we are going to look around for a bit, turn around and go home” Cheryl doesn’t look convinced but nods along to what he says.

As we walk farther into the building, we stop. “Poppy playtime co?” I repeat as I read the sign.

“Oh! I know this place! Daddy got me a little toy kitty cat that was a bee. Hmmm what was it named…oh! a cat-bee it was soooo adorable” squeals Cheryl.

Of course the rich bitch will know what this place is, if I was lucky, what I got from the store that was probably the most expensive is Walmart. Cheapest is the dollar store. And that was the usual go to.

My mother will always say “I ain’t spending my money on unnecessary shit you only gone play with for a week than get tired and ask for more.” Most of the toys I did have were pass me downs from my older siblings anyway.

Below the sign is a board, I walk over and look down at the board. One side is a blue circle as the other is a red circle. The sign is worn down and most of the words are dusted over. “Hmm, it’s says…Huggy Wuggy, no… oh…His name is Huggy, Huggy Wuggy when he hugs he will never stop Your friend Huggy, Huggy Wuggy He'll squeeze you until you pop” Donnie chuckles

“Isn’t that cute” I frown “more like weird. I look at the empty space in front of the board.

“Isn’t there supposed to be like a…uh…whatever it is in front of the board? Since it says the name of what the toy is?” Ask shaggy

I shrug my shoulders “probably”

Tyler kicks one of the alphabet blocks, it doesn’t budge. “I knew it was glued down” grumbles Tyler.

“I always knew you was low key slow Ty” I say as he glares at me.

“Haha so funny” he growls. I smile and walk toward the gift shop.

“Y’all think it still has shit inside?” Shaggy shrugs “probably” Cheryl looks over. “Y’all should go in” I roll my eyes at her and push open the doors.

Nothing much can be seen, discarded broken toys lays on the floor. Along with other stuff. I hum as I walk around the room. Stopping and picking up a flyer. It shows a tall blue mascot, will I think it is. “That’s huggy” I jerk and turn around.

Cheryl smiles, I glare “you lucky you ain’t no random bitch from the street, your ass would have gotten knocked, don’t pop up behind people. That’s how you get hit”

She giggles “sorry Y/n. But for real. That’s huggy. I had the mini version of him back home”

“Uhuh, did you have all the damn dolls than?” She shakes her head.

“No, some of the dolls I wasn't allowed to get, like Poppy. I always wanted Poppy, she was cute and small. Perfect for tea parties”

“Ok…um..did your dad work here or something?” She nods “yeah, daddy was in charge of something. I don’t remember. But he will bring back toys. They were all so cute”

Cheryl giggles “I had things the other girls couldn’t get, it was so fun.” And there goes the conversation. Out the window.

I walk around her and out of the shop, Tyler walks down some hallway. Looks like the door was unlocked and open.

Donnie and Shaggy follows him. I tag along as well.

“Sooooo…what are we going to do since we are here?” Questions Donnie. “I don’t know, look around. Find shit we want. Take it. Than leave”

“So we're stealing? Not only this is breaking and entering but stealing as well” Tyler stops and turns around glaring at me “if you have such a problem. You can leave. No one forced you to come” I nod

“No one did, but I ain’t gon let this be on my conscience if something happens” he groans rubbing his hands on his face. “Y/N, nothing is going to happ-“ i high pitch screech can be heard.

We look up at the vents, thunks and bangs can be heard. “What the hell…” exclaims Donnie.

“Probably the building creaking. It’s old” I look at Tyler not convinced “old enough to make sounds like that?”

“Yes, now let’s go. I want to see the toy making machine” I blink slowly as Tyler walks the rest of the way. Donnie, Shaggy, and Cheryl follows.

“This is some mad sketchy shit man.”

“Oh, shut up Y/n” I glare at Tyler.

A/N:Hello, I decided to make a series of Huggy Wuggy. Mostly likely talking to myself at this point. But I saw that there isn’t a lot of Huggy Wuggy fics. So. I decided to make one for myself and others who will like to read this. Yes I know it starts off slow. But it will get better. I did do some research, I’m still researching so please point out any mistakes I have made during this series. Along with grammar mistakes as well. It will help me.

[cinamun]

Hi! I've been wanting to make my own sim story (currently in the stages of fighting my insecurities of inadequacy) but I wanted to know what's your process between writing and talking pictures? Like, do you find poses to fit the scene you've written, or write around poses you've found? I have this image in my head of how things should look, but I can't find the poses for them and it has become very frustrating.

OMG THATS SO FRUSTRATING!!! Sorry nonny, I had to react to that last sentence first because maaaaaannnnn lol

Secondly, I absolutely want you to make your own sim story, we're a whole subculture and we're kinda dope. Plus who doesn't love a good book? But instead of a book, its 10+ pictures and a transcript from a game we all love?

My process changes depending upon what I'm going for but here's the gist of it:

Before I even open up the game (or while its loading) I'm thinking about what the scene is gonna be. Then I start googling poses. Mind you, I have a LOT of poses already so I do this moreso to see if I already have something. Will the scene require hugging, physical touch, arguing, playing a sport, etc. Then I start downloading. Now, if google turns up nothing, I use what I already have and make it work. I typically have to google if I'm doing something out of the ordinary, like that football game. As a storyteller, you'll want lots of conversation, emotion, couple and single poses. Of ALL varieties (like couple walking, single texting poses, stuff like that), you can never have too many of those. Model poses and stuff like that I rarely use (except for prom lol).

Then, I go in game and set up scenes, go into CAS and change outfits for the occasion and start thinking about dialogue. For me, the dialogue happens in Photoshop. I have a general idea of what will be said, but it isn't fleshed out until I'm looking at the screens in photoshop (when I'm doing this, I'm noticing facial expressions, body language, the mood, the lighting, etc). I don't have anything scripted, I just have the idea in my head, although I've definitely taken notes because I'll think of something I want to be said and don't want to lose it (my short term memory sucks ass).

If you get stuck on the poses that don't fit, definitely google, its helped me more than I can imagine, sometimes google images will lead me to pinterest which will have poses that don't show up in the google search. Don't let that frustrate you too much, because when all else failed, I've had two OCs just start a conversation, watch real close and if I'm quick enough with the pause button, I can get a great shot:

Above pic Indya was not posed but Darren was. I sent her to the bedroom and she walked past looking at him like this LMFAO swear! So I hit the pause button and the dialogue I was thinking of lined up perfectly.

If anything, this is a practice and I'm so glad you asked because for as long as I've been writing sims stories, I still get stuck, I still can't find what I need and only recently actually asked a friend if they did commissions because I really REALLY wanted a certain scene!! Ugh! And with the level of adulting I have to do, I honestly don't have time to learn poses so I'm so so thankful for those that know how and share them. I get how frustrating it is because the last thing you want to do is change a mood or a scene because you can't find the right pose.

This was long as hell but I hope it helps in some way! Reach out any time for tips, tricks and whatever the hell else! I love y'all and want to read your stories!

[eternclstud]

some girls just can't resist my good looks , my style and my charm , my unflinching ability to listen to … taylor swift . ind  &  sel ( low act . ) damon salvatore from the vampire diaries ,   s1 - 2 canon compliant , with some elements from s3 , and others ripped from the books .    will not acklowedge anything past / mid season 3 as canon .  if you hate damon / delena , or can't stand seeing ian's face this is not the blog for you , curate your dash .  18+ blog . damon is a vampire , and a dick , expect blood , gore , and nsfw themes . minors dni  . written by lenny .

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some rules under the cut:

i don't wanna go on and on about stuff, so regular rules apply: don't metagame/godmode without permission , be nice , don't harass me for replies .

if u hate damon for x and x reasons thats valid , but i don't intend to soften his characterization to cater to anyone else except for myself . please don't harass me about playing a fictional character . this is a character i write for fun , and while i can acknowledge his behavior would not be okay irl , i am a grown individual who is quite therapized and very capable of dicerning between reality and fiction , i look at tvd through the goggles of entertainment , everyone is fucking everyone and a murder is just another thursday , nobody's very fazed . his fictitious crimes simply do not bother me , i find the character compelling all the same , and if they bother you that's completely fair , but again , not the blog for you .

if u can't tell , i'm pretty trigger free , so triggers will be present on this blog but i'll try to tag the more obvious ones .

i'm completely refusing to accept the 'off switch' in my canon , i'm sorry but i fucking hate that plot device lmao .

anything and any characters post s3 don't exist to my damon , we can still plot , but all the nonsense that happened won't be applicable . this means no stupid sire bond , no siren , no enzo , no lab , no dumb canon about their mom being a vampire god help me ... i think u get the gist . ik about later seasons from friends , but haven't watched from s3 onwards and i have no intention to do so , soooo ... yeah .

english isn't my first language , i'm not super knowledgeable in the us either . i'm doing my best , be patient with me , have a cookie .

i'm stealing some of the more gothic-like elements from early s1 / the book . i think they were dope . there might be mentions of fog / the crow if i feel spicy , i'm not sure how much yet so i'll leave this be .

in othello's words : "i am one who loved not wisely but too well". damon is a complicated dude , he's selfish and cruel and reckless guy , loving and being loved by him is not easy , that doesn't mean he can't love people . he does ... his own way . he loves his brother , and that doesn't stop him from being selfish , and punishing him . he won't let him die , but he won't let him have peace either . he'd take a bullet for him , but he'd also cause him immesurable pain , usually as a consequence of his recklessness , but sometimes intentionally . he loves elena , that does not make him unselfish , or not dangerous to literally everyone around her . and depending on the verse (though i'll argue he'll always carry a torch for her) , damon loves katherine , and it doesn't keep her from idealizing her into something she never was to begin with , being petty and vengeful and mean . he's fueled by love , but that love doesn't always make him kind , and occasionally it makes him crueler . he's a complex dude , and i like writing about it , if this or him make you in any way uncomfortable , please , curate your dash , block me , do what you have to do , no hard feelings . just please don't come for me over a fictional character , thank you .

if i think of anything else i'll add to this <3

[baekhvuns]

Omg i completely forgot to talk abt the most imp things 😭😭

YES THE CHALEYA DANCE IVE BEEN DOING THT EVERY DAY AND MY FAMILY IS TIRED OF ME 😭 but I still do it tho omg saammme i haven't watched jawan too.

I completely agree considering Asia is a little sophisticated but come on people don't hv to cross their limits and calling them strippers and stuff, PPL hv no chill. Ofc bcz it bp, bcz now jennie's getting hate bcz she did pigtails in her new performance ver of the song you and me 😭😭 WTF IS WRONG WITH YALL?!?!?! I did not like the idol or whtv it was BUT COME ON SHE GETS HATE FOR EVEN BREATHING 😭 wait- THEY HV WHAT AT CRAZY HORSE?!? 😭 NAHHHH THTS SO SAD

IDK ABT THE REEL VER OF THT SONG BUT EVERYONE IS GOING CRAZY ABT THE CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI PART 😭😭

OMG OMG OMGGGGGG IM- SEONGHWA IN TFMA 😭😭😭😭 LAWRD I CANT FIND HE PICS ON PINTEREST BUT I JUST SAW THEM ON TV AND AHHHH WHY IS HE SO VINTAGE VAMPIRE CODED AND THOSE LONG HAIR 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Nd honestly me embracing my feminine energy more is much shocking to my brother thn me 😭 idkw but he's like "omg you're turning like them" BRUH-

Y'all are getting your hands read?!?! Thts dope, A RICH HUSBAND DAMN YALL WINNING IN THE FUTURE 😭😭

I'm literally on old kpop gg fever, snsd, wonder girls, t-ara, apink, and it was so much better, so much better. I'm not complaining abt the music kpop is making but the old music was like a slap of fresh air.

Dude were literally the same person BCZ I ALSO DONT HV MUCH FUNCTIONS OR WEDDINGS IN MY HOUSEHOLD but considering now all my cousins are growing up we bout to hv a blast 😭

Your bias in riize is wonbin NOW TELL ME OF HE REMINDS YOU OF SEONGHWA BCZ HE DOES TO ME, i heard someone say tht they look familiar and I was like nahhh but now tht hwa grew out his hair i cn def see where they were coming frm

LMFAOOOO AND THEY SHOULD HE CAME BACK AFTER YEARS WE HAVE TO CELEBRATE

nO LITERALLY i cannot go one post without seeing a hate comment abt them like???? just leave them be??? what’s it to you 😭😭 like aren’t u tired?? SORRY OVER PIGTAILS??? yeah they have that at the crazy horse bathrooms 😭😭😭 absolutely disgusting

i lOOOVE the part where he goes “u know how i like it girl” I DO BRO I DO FHWJDHWKHDKA

HE REALLY IS ISNT HE BFWJDHSK no omg i literally thought that photo was wonbin, ever since hwa grew his hair out they both look similar to me 😭😭😭

tell ur brother it’s high time yOU DO TOO

NO SERIOUSLY A RICH HUSBAND ME WHEN !!!!!

oh u kinda slapped w that list, was crying over mr taxi today 😭😭😭

stOP it bc that’s what’s happening w me!!! everyone’s off age and now it’s just straight up wedding season, it begins next year and it won’t end until 17 others get married fhskdhdk the get togethers are about to be a blast but so is the drama 😭

HE DOES REMIND ME OF HIM 😭😭😭 I CANT ESCAPE THEM BRWKHDWK

[starryevermore]

do not chastise the dove (7) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: steven wants to make things right with you, but his chance is stolen from him. 

word count: 2,464

warnings?: kidnapping, not proofread

Jake would say that he was the one who fell in love with the princess first. He’d speak wistfully, recall seeing you walk the halls of the palace, offering kind smiles and sweet words to everyone you met. It was impossible not to love you. But, Jake was completely, and utterly, wrong—about falling in love first, that is. Steven did not remember much of his childhood. He didn’t really want to, either, if he was being honest. Some memories, though, had stuck with him so clearly. He remembered being in school, learning about the royal family and about you. He remembered watching the news about Benjamin’s jubilee and seeing you for the first time. He remembered, one time, you and Elaine had come to his school on royal business and, when he was chosen as one of the students to have lunch with you and Elaine, you spoke to him nearly the whole time. He remembered getting older, becoming a Moon Knight, and you attending the ceremony where he was officially Knighted, smiling brightly at him. Jake was right—it was impossible not to love you. But he was not the one who loved you first. 

And that why Steven’s heart sank when he heard your whispered words, that losing them would be the worst heartache you’d suffered. Between family lies and assassination attempts, losing them would be the worst? He could hardly believe that you loved them as strongly as they loved you, and yet you were so sure they would leave. What ever had given you an idea quite like that?

He wanted to take control of the body, to pull you close, to tell you that neither he nor Jake nor Marc had any intentions of leaving you. But you thought he was asleep, and you had confessed something you didn’t think he would hear. Would it be some sort of breach of trust to confront you with it? As he laid there, he decided that he wouldn’t, but…But he would make sure you understood that, and Jake, and Marc, were all in. That they wouldn’t leave you unless you told them to. So, he let Jake hold you, deciding that, in the morning, he would make sure you knew how appreciated you were. 

But you were gone when he woke up. 

Panic settled in his chest as he looked around the room, seeing no immediate sign of your presence. But, as he stumbled out of bed, he noticed that your favorite pair of shoes were gone. That there were a couple more empty hangers. That, when he glanced in the mirror, there was a lipstick stain on his temple. That a near-finished cup of tea sat on the nightstand. That, next to the cup, there was a note that read, “I’m so sorry to leave you without a goodbye. My questioning was moved up, so I’ve gone to meet with Matt and Foggy. I’ll be back by lunch. ♡”.

And, when his heart rate finally began to slow, he saw Layla sitting in the living room of the suite. His brows pinched together, crease forming in the space between his brows. What was she doing here? If you were out, shouldn’t you be with your bodyguard? Should…should he resume panicking? 

“Shouldn’t you be with Y/N?” he asked. 

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I should be. But, just because I’ve been cleared of any involvement, Parliament doesn’t want anything to be left to chance, just in case I’ve managed to dupe them. They’ve assigned her a couple of their own security guards.”

“I can’t imagine she was happy about that, either.”

Layla snorted. “She worded her displeasure so eloquently, the poor dopes thought she was flirting with them. Though, she could have been more outright and they probably still would have thought she was making a move.”

Steven crossed the room, sinking into the couch, sitting next to Layla. “I don’t like that you’re not with her. I…I don’t think the danger has passed yet.”

“It probably hasn’t. The king, Kieran, even Harrow…None of them have to jump through as many hoops to come and go as they please. I worry Parliament has made Y/N a sitting duck. It isn’t hard to find out where she’s staying, who her lawyers are, when she’s going to be questioned…All it takes is one half-baked plan for them to take her out.”

Steven swallowed thickly, glancing at the large windows that overlooked the kingdom. Staring back at him were Marc and Jake, concerned looks on their faces that he was sure his own face mirrored.

She’s going to be fine, Jake said. She promised to be back by lunch. She’ll be fine.

You don’t know that, Marc muttered. 

Layla watched Steven carefully, before asking, “What are they saying?”

Steven glanced back at Layla. “Jake thinks she’ll be fine, but Marc isn’t convinced.”

“And what about you?”

“…I think that, regardless of if things go well or go to hell, we should be ready for the worst case scenario.”

You couldn’t remember the last time you had been out in public without Layla. Or any other royal guard, if you were being honest. It didn’t feel right, being without her. And as you eyed Billy Fitzgerald, the guard that Parliament assigned to you, as he practically fell asleep during your meeting with Matt and Foggy, you knew that nothing good could come under his “watchful” eye. 

Perhaps it was wrong of you to unload these feelings now, to Foggy and Matt especially. But, you felt like you could get a genuine response from them. If you told Layla or your fiancés…Well, they would be comforting, you were sure of that. But you wouldn’t know how much of it was them trying to offer genuine reassurance and how much they were just trying to placate you.  

“I don’t feel good about this,” you said to the two lawyers. 

Matt raised a brow. “About the questioning, or in general?”

“The questioning will be fine,” you said. “I just have to stick to the truth. But everything else…I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been left alone for so long now or if something bad is actually going to happen, but I can’t…I have this feeling that something is going to happen. I don’t know if I’ll be okay when it does.”

Foggy spared a glance at Billy. “I can see why you feel like that.” He looked back to you, his face softening. “But there are a lot of people in your life who will do anything it takes to make sure you’re safe. There’s a lot of people in your court.”

“But what if they only feel like that because they think they have some obligation to me? That they worked with me…for me…for so long, it’s just another work obligation. That they were forced into this situation, and they don’t know how to get out so they keep playing the part.”

Foggy frowned, his brows furrowing together. “You don’t actually think that, do you?”

You sucked in a breath, before wetting your lips with your tongue. You didn’t like the thought, but it was one that hadn’t left you for a long time. “All I know is that my mother was the first and…and possibly only person who cared about me just as I am. Everyone else? I don’t know. I really don’t. Their care and concern could be genuine. Or, like I said, they feel like they have some feeling of obligation.”

A silence hung in the air. You could sense that neither man were quite sure how to address such a statement. You weren’t quite sure how to address it, either. If you did, you wouldn’t need to say it out loud, to ask someone else. You would’ve been able to figure it out up in your hotel room. But now…Now you knew that you didn’t have the first clue how to sift through these feelings.

“There’s a lot of things people will do out of mere obligation,” Matt finally said. “But risking their own livelihood? People don’t do that unless they care. People don’t go out on a line for someone unless that someone means something to them. Whoever it is that you’re concerned about…They care.”

“I don’t know if I can make myself believe that.”

The sound of a chair scraping across the floor pulled the three of you from your conversation. You turned your head, seeing Billy get of his chair. He groaned as he stood, stretching his limbs, before asking, “We done here yet?”

You looked back at Matt and Foggy. “Yes, I suppose we are. Will I be seeing you before the questioning?”

“We can pick you up, if you like,” Foggy said. 

You nodded. “I’ll call about the details when I return to the hotel.”

You got up from your seat, shaking Foggy’s hand and then Matt’s, before turning back to Billy. He opened the door, letting you walk ahead of him, before following after you. He walked behind you, which you found odd. Layla always walked at your side or in front of you. You wondered if that was a difference in training between the two guards. Then, a darker thought settled in you. What if this was the thing you were worried about?

Throwing a look over your shoulder, you tried to see if there was anything strange about Billy. If there was something you should be concerned about. But he kept his gaze ahead of him, not quite looking at you. When you turned back around, you realized you had reached the car. You started to grab the door handle to open the door—something you rarely got to do, but wanted to take advantage of since you doubted Billy knew royal protocol—when he said something. 

“I’m so sorry, princess,” he said. 

Your head whipped around, your brows furrowing together. Hm. Perhaps he did know something about royal protocol. But…then why did he have that look in his eyes? One of…what was that? Remorse? “Excuse me?”

But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved faster than you would have expected him to move, grabbing the back of your head, smashing it against the window of the car. You crumpled, falling to the ground, everything going dark. 

Not again, you thought bitterly before your consciousness slipped away, followed by— I hope they know to look for me. 

The clock struck two, and there still hadn’t been a sign of you. Not a word, not a peep. Anxiety began to settle deep in Steven’s bones. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. He didn’t have a good feeling about this at all. 

“She’s not the type of person who eats lunch at four, is she?” Steven asked. 

Layla, who had taken to standing by the window, watching the cars drive by the hotel, shook her head. “She’s always had a strict routine. Lunch is at noon. Always.” She turned her head, raising a brow. “Have you met people who eat lunch at four?”

“Jake’s a weird guy is all I’m going to say.”

Hey!, Jake protested.

“Should we call someone? Matt and Foggy, maybe? See if the meeting is just running late?” Steven asked. 

Layla glanced at the clock on the wall, chewing on her lip. Then, she reached into her pocket, fishing out her cell phone. “I’ll call.”

“Put it on speaker, yeah?” Steven said, walking closer to Layla.  

She went through her contacts before settling on the one listed as Nelson & Murdock. The dial tone rung through the room as she hit the speaker button. After a few rings, Foggy answered, “You’ve reached Nelson and Murdock, Nelson speaking.”

“Hey, it’s Layla.”

Foggy dropped his more professional voice for a friendlier one. “Layla, hey! How can I help you? Y/N ready to set up the details about when we’re picking her up in the morning?”

Layla glanced at Steven. Steven was sure all of the color had drained from his face. No, no, no…The bad feeling wasn’t supposed to come true. 

“…Actually, I was calling because I was wondering if your meeting with Y/N was running late.”

“Uh, she left a while ago, actually. ”Foggy paused, calling out to Matt. Matt’s response was muffled, before Foggy said, “Yeah, she left at around eleven. Did she not make it back?”

“No, not yet. I’m sure it might just be traffic,” Layla said. Steven looked out the window, at the near-empty streets. “I’ll try calling her now. Thank you, though.”

As Layla hung up, Steven was already pulling out his phone, dialing your number. It went straight to voicemail. He tried again with the same result. He tried a third time, and he was ready to vomit when he went to voicemail. 

“This isn’t good, Layla,” he said. 

“…I’ll call…Shit, I don’t know.” Layla gripped at her hair, her eyes squeezing shut. “This was the fucking thing I was supposed to prevent. How could I let this happen?”

Call the prime minister, Marc said. Sam something. He’s the one overseeing the investigation, right?

“Marc says to call the prime minister,” Steven reported. 

Layla opened her eyes, considering the option. “…that might be helpful. I don’t have the bodyguard’s number, but Sam might.”

But as Layla started to dial Sam’s number, her phone began ringing— And Sam was the one who was calling. She glanced at Steven, worry evident in her eyes, before accepting the call. After putting the phone on speaker, she said, “I was just about to call you.”

“That doesn’t make me feel good, if I’m being honest,” Sam said. “Have you seen the princess?”

“That’s why I was calling. That bodyguard you assigned picked her up for her meeting, but they never made it back. Foggy said they left the office at eleven.”

“…our bodyguard never made it out of the building.”

Steven couldn’t stop himself from snatching the phone from Layla. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“Steven…We need to remain calm, okay? We’re going to get to the bottom of it.”

“What do you mean your bodyguard never made it out of the building?!” he repeated, aggression still present in his voice. 

“We just found Joaquin knocked out in a storage closet ten minutes ago. When he came to, he said he was attacked.”

“…then who the hell is with Y/N?” Steven asked. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know,” Sam admitted. “I’m sorry. I’ll alert the appropriate channels, but for now…”

“What?”

“We have to operate under the assumption that the princess has been kidnapped.”

[domnorian]

Hey how are you doing? I was going through your art and just saw your Lois and I think she looks dope. If you don't mind me asking, what inspired her design? Anyway thank you for creating such wonderful art. Have a good night(or day)!

You're welcome! I'm really glad my art finally found its purpose!

I thought it'd be nice to have a south asian Lois so I searched for a faceclaim on pinterest and found an indian actress (Priyanka Mohan) that fitted how I pictured Lois in my mind. I just picture her a lil' bit more muscular because... well, Lois is Lois.

[chickensarentcheap]

Tyler stuff :)

@tragiclyhip​, @innerpaperexpertcloud​, @secretaryunpaid​

Now to finish my chapter! Sooooo close.

I’ve seen Kota drive.  She’s not laughing out of enjoyment. That is fuelled out of pure terror.

If the kids start scraping before she’s finished her first tea of the day, she just sits back and let’s them fight to the death.

#onlythestrongsurvivethishouse

Would someone please take my wife’s pinterest away? I am begging you.  Put me out of this misery.

#gunmouthnow

Totally milk drunk.  That boob juice is some good shit.

Yeah, he looks cute, right? Well five seconds after I took this, he yelled ‘mum! dad! I got sand in my ass crack!’

The hotel has a chin up bar above the master suite door.  She wanted to try it. I actually had to lift her up to reach it.  So we had a ‘chin up showdown’

She didn’t win.  But she’s cute so I won’t rub my victory in. Not too hard, anyway.

Guess who’s all doped up on pre-op meds and is soon heading down to get her insides taken out?

She’s hilarious as all hell.  I’m scared AF.

#closingupshop #precancerouscells #hysterectomy  #loveyoubabe #itsallgonnabealright

That’s one hell of a view.

I guess the water and rocks and whatever aren’t too bad either.

#lookatthatass. #lookdon’ttouch #IWILLkillyou

We start ‘em young here

Not sure what she’s got going on here, but okay.

When your kids wants to be Ninja Warriors one day so you transform part of the basement for their training.  Tanner’s sensory area on the other side.

Just me and this little bloke today.

#damncute #Idogoodwork

“Do you think you could sit still for just a bit? Maybe half an hour? I need a break.”

Brookie: “That’s ‘cause you’re old.”

Savage.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 786

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credits goes to - @uuuhshiny (Unless told otherwise.) Unknown Unknown & Unknown.

Year posted - 2021

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Lindsey glared at Spike, who blew him a playful kiss. "I don't know what to say." (Y/n) murmured quietly, still a little stunned by Lindsey and Spikes confessions of love. "You could make a choice love." Spike suggested as he lit a new cigarette. (Y/n)'s eyes shot up in an instant, looking from Spike to Lindsey. "I-I... Um." (Y/n) stammered. "I mean it's not really that hard of a choice." Spike smirked. "Do you ever shut up?" Lindsey sighed in annoyance. "Not really no." Spike smirked at the brunette. "Honestly love think about it, he worked for Wolfram & Hart." Spike pointed to Lindsey. "Right like you have any room to talk bloodsucker." Lindsey sassed with a sarcastic smile. "Oh please." Spike scoffed. "Enough!" (Y/n) hollered crossing her arms, Lindsey and Spike shut their mouths in an instant. "Lindsey you're really sweet to me, and your eyes are so beautiful." (Y/n) smiled at the brunette. "And Spike you can be really sweet when you wanna be, and your humor is so fun." She smiled with a chuckle at the blonde. "I just... I don't know how to choose between you two... I like you both... A lot... And I don't want to hurt either of you..." (Y/n) sighed with a frown. "(Y/n)." Lindsey murmured her name softly, taking a step closer towards her, subconsciously glaring at Spike through the corner of his eye when Spike followed his move. "I'll respect whatever choice you make." Lindsey added sincerely. "So will I love." Spike piped in with a series tone, genuinely surprising (Y/n). "Make your choice (Y/n)." Lindsey encouraged with a soft smile. "I chose..." (Y/n) took a deep breath, licking her lips.

Choosing Lindsey -

"I choose Lindsey..." (Y/n) whispered quietly, making the brunette smile, while Spike frowned. "(Y/n)." Lindsey's smile widened as he rushed forward, scooping her up in his arms. "You picked me." He muttered softly against her temple. "I'm so happy you picked me." Lindsey pulled back taking ahold of (Y/n)'s face between his hands. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy." He promised before pulling her into a sweet yet passionate kiss. "I believe you." (Y/n) smiled up at him, happily nuzzling her nose into his cheek. "If you ever need me love, no matter what, I'll be there." Spike grasped her hand as he spoke, pulling her away from Lindsey briefly. "Thank you, and I'm sorry." (Y/n) pulled him into a friendly hug, while Spike smiled sadly holding her as if he'd never get the chance again. "Don't apologize love, I just want to see you happy." Spike murmured before he pulled away from the hug, kissing her temple before he left all together. "Come on sweetheart." Lindsey hummed as he grasped (Y/n)'s hand. "Where are we going?" She turned her attention to him, allowing him to lead her out to his car. "That Italian place you love so much." Lindsey smiled at her with pride when her eyes lit up in excitement. "I didn't know you knew about that!" She gasped in surprise and excitement. "Well considering you go there all the time." Lindsey chuckled at her when she shoved his side playfully. "I don't go there all the time!" (Y/n) argued with a playful scoff. "Are you sure about that? It's the one place I always know I can find you." Lindsey smirked playfully. "Oh you are so mean." (Y/n) crossed her arms, bursting into a fit of giggles when Lindsey attacked her neck with kisses. "Ah wait I'm ticklish!" (Y/n) squeaked but he continued his assault. "Good." Lindsey laughed as he continued kissing her neck. "Lindsey!" (Y/n) cried out with a laugh, tears pricking her eyes when he finally finished his assault. "I love you." Lindsey muttered quietly. "I love you too." (Y/n) admitted through her soft giggles.

Choosing Spike -

"I choose Spike." (Y/n) breathed out almost nervously, gasping in surprise when Spike rushed forward, scooping her up into his arms and spinning her around excitedly. "I knew you couldn't resist me." Spike chuckled as he sat her back down onto her feet, kissing her hungrily. "I'll protect you forever love." Spike promised in a whisper, resting his forehead against hers. "I'll give you anything you want, anything you need. Ask and it will be yours." He added quietly with a cocky smile. Pulling away from Spike, (Y/n) turned her attention to Lindsey, who smiled sadly at her. "Lindsey I-." (Y/n) began only to be cut off when Lindsey lunged forward kissing her. Spike rushed forward and shoved Lindsey back, wrapping his arms protectively around (Y/n). "I'm sorry, I just needed know what it was like." Lindsey licked his lips with a frown. "I know I don't deserve anything from you (Y/n), not after that... But if you ever need me, for anything... You know how to find me." Lindsey took a tentative step forward, Spike tightened his grasp, but (Y/n) gently pushed his arms away. "Thank you Lindsey, and I forgive you." (Y/n) whispered softly as she hugged Lindsey. "I'm sorry." He muttered quietly, hugging her a little tighter, feeling guilty for acting on impulse. "I'll see you around." He muttered as he pulled away, walking off with slumped shoulders. "I don't like him." Spike huffed as he wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s hips, resting his head on her shoulder. "I know." (Y/n) murmured with a small frown, afraid that she may have lost Lindsey as a friend forever. "Come on love, let's go cause some mischief at the pier." Spike mused against her skin, with a playful tone to his voice. "Yeah okay." (Y/n) smiled at him, kissing the side of his mouth before he scooped her up into his arms. "Spike!" (Y/n) giggled as he carried her out into the night. "I love you, you big dope." (Y/n) smiled softly, a calmness washing over her. "I love you too." Spike smirked before kissing her hungrily again.

[griffin-wood]

hi alya!! so i was looking at your pinterest boards the other day and iris and sorrel la cour highkey caught my interest. if it’s okay, i’d like to know more about them. no pressure ofc 💞

hiii nikka! I hope you're doing well, thank you for sending this in! 🥹❤️ Under the cut cause it got too long!

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so so sooo, sorrel and iris are related! I'm indecisive to either make them twins or, sorrel being the big bro. however, for this post; I'm leaning over big bro and lil sis more hehe!

to put it short, now i think about it - ways to describe them both; sorrel and iris are polar opposites, but they have a lot in common. example, fashion. they both has quite a wardrobe; however. Their aesthetics are purely different. iris is more flowery pastel, while sorrel leans towards bold but dark colors. (black is always gonna be his prime color. something like this )

for personality wise; iris is more kinder and softer than sorrel. Sorrel is mostly brutally honest, and tend to love to joke around a lot (his traits include being a goofy asshole at times) . they were pretty different in that area, but somehow in the family, they understood each other in quite a deeper basis. He wouldn't be jokingly brutally honest to her, despite Iris's insistence. And in the family, Sorrel somehow is known as the big bro more despite the idea of twins. (I'm still working on that hdjd) but but, sorrel is definitely protective but not like in a bad way. He's pretty protective of her in a big brother way, not too much not too little.

I think their involvement and their history linked to being hunters, i have this little head canon; they actually enjoy the idea of supernaturals. Iris mostly tend towards the less gory ones, however sorrel is definitely the opposites. However, Sorrel joined first, and somehow Iris is pretty intrigue and trying her luck. And bam, she got in. Iris is more skilled in strategy, she is pretty terrified still with weapons, but she consider her mind is her greatest mind! (she's a smart gal growing up!) while sorrel is a mixed of cunning and weapons! so, leaning more towards cunning actually! I think Sorrel's reaction to Iris also joining it, be like. "OH, we're gonna be the dope one's in the family." 😌

Speaking of family, I feel like they both have a lot of other siblings growing up in a close knit family. Sorrel however, is closest to Iris more growing up. And iris, well; she's the golden child somehow? She tends to be more...people pleasing towards her family especially. Like, she loves it but Sorrel well, as the protective brother he is, doesn't see it as well healthy. Sorrel tends to do against the family wishes growing up, but he's better now. But, still - they are quite close in family too hehe!

ALSO, THEIR RO'S! Sorrel is romancing Kaia while Iris is romancing Blane. I think for Iris and Blane is more of a grumpy x sunshine vibes, shy sunshine with grumpy one hehe. Idk why, I just feel like this would be a fun scenario to play with hehe! But, i like how she feels like; Blane is actually valid to 'hate' or dislike her, but she's like - she's gonna be kind either way. That's how she always will be <3 (two by sleeping at last is i think iris's song towards blane. like, written in music form!)

While, for sorrel and kaia; its super UNEXPECTED. (re: listen to labyrinth by t.swift, i think the chorus, fits them SOMEHOW). Sorrel tend to just joke around Kaia, however, its just so unexpected how much he much he feels for her yknow? (wonder by shawn mendes brrrr and moreee for their tracks hehe)

I think that's what I got so far! ALSO, here's a bit of their playlist hehe, as a small treat! <3

sorrel's lil playlist:

iris's lil playlist:

ty again nikka! love youuuuuuuuuuuu ! i enjoyed writing this hehe as a good uni distraction hihi! hope youre doing great <3

[gay-otlc]

Keepers of the Chaos (Chapter 2)

Summary: Tam, Linh, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh's podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing, food, L*ura

Word count: 2005

Notes: Check out the beautiful theme song here!

(Read on AO3)

Sophie rolls her eyes as she opens the link her girlfriend sent her and puts in her earbuds. Biana has been incessantly pestering her to watch Keepers of the Chaos for so long that Sophie half wants to watch it just to shut her up, but she's always tired, or busy, and she doesn't really like watching new things. Still, Biana asked her very nicely to listen to this one podcast, and she looked very pretty when she asked, so Sophie's dumb omni ass couldn't refuse.

"Welcome to the Twins of the Chaos podcast," it begins after loading for an obnoxiously long time. The girl speaking has a pretty voice, Sophie has to admit- sweet and melodic and vaguely amused.

Maybe listening to this podcast won't be so bad if she can listen to that girl's voice the whole time.

But another person speaks, adding "Where some chaotic twins discuss our favorite show, Keepers of the Chaos," and his voice is not as pretty. She continues listening anyway, since Biana may or may not murder her if she stops.

The two voices- whose names are Linh and Tam, apparently- start talking about Keepers of the Chaos some more, giving Sophie a summary she's heard tons of times from Biana and Fitz- though the twins explain it slightly more coherently and with less... whatever the verbal equivalent of keyboard smashing is. Biana usually starts rambling about her favorite characters, like Lynn- not "Lynn the fandom mom," but the other Lynn- and Avery, or sometimes Nora and Darwin. Sophie doesn't understand any of those names and loses track of the conversation as soon as it involves too many unfamiliar names.

But Tam and Linh are making more sense, at least for the most part, until they start mentioning specific couples. The conversation gets again comprehensive soon enough, though, and Sophie does smile at the name "The Dark Duck."

By the end, when Tam says "half of them wearing sleeping masks with teal eyes painted on and the other half watching the chaos with mild amusement," Sophie is curious enough to be mildly intrigued. She listens to their outro music, and before she can regret it, types out a text message to Biana.

Sophie: fine

Sophie: ill watch it

Biana responds instantly with an array of heart emojis. Sophie blushes.

Biana: can i come over and watch with u?

Sophie: ok!

Sophie: moms making mallowmelt

Sophie: but u cant have any

Biana: >:(

Biana: hope u like being single then

Sophie: fine u can have some mallowmelt

Biana: yayyyy!

Biana: ily

Sophie: ilyt

Sophie: now lets watch ur stupid show

Biana: on my way!!!

Sophie smiles, shaking her head. She's a little annoyed, but fine, it sounds interesting enough from the podcast. And what else would she be doing? Studying? Having US history as an alternative would make even the most horrible of shows seem good. She stuffs her textbooks into her backpack and shoves some things out of the way so her room looks a bit neater before rushing downstairs. The mallowmelt smells good enough to make her mouth water.

"Mmm..." she sighs, barely taking time to let it cool off before taking a large bite. "That's so good. Thanks, Mom."

Edaline  smiles. "You're welcome. Just save some for your father and I."

"Fine, fine. I have to share with Biana, anyway." Sophie huffs and takes another bite. "She's coming over, is that alright? We're going to watch a show together."

"Sure, just make sure to get your homework done."

Sophie rolls her eyes. "Fine."

"And keep the door open!" Grady calls. Edaline laughs as Sophie's face flames.

"I'm going back to my room," she grumbles, taking a plate of mallowmelt with her and walking up the stairs. She manages not to trip over her own feet and drop the mallowmelt, thankfully, as she grabs her laptop and opens Netflix. Sighing, she searches for Keepers of the Chaos and clicks on the show that comes up before waiting for Biana to arrive.

The doorbell rings soon, and Sophie carefully sets down her laptop and her plate on her bed before rushing down the stairs. Panting slightly, she opens the door for her girlfriend. Biana's wearing a t-shirt with the Amsterdam flag on it. Sophie has no idea why. Maybe Biana likes the country? Her girlfriend is pretty weird. "Come on in," she says, realizing she's been staring. In her defense, Biana is pretty and Sophie is very omni.

"Ready to go watch Keepers of the Chaos?" Biana asks. She bounces on her toes slightly.

"Alright," says Sophie. "I set it up on my laptop in my room."

"Awesome! You'll love it."

Sophie follows Biana up the stairs and into her room. They sit on the bed together, Sophie leaning against the wall and Biana leaning against Sophie, and Biana presses play. Somber kazoos begin playing in the background as the theme song starts.

We're on the edge of chaos

No one is straight

We're making fanart

Because L*ura we hate

And we're gonna have teal eyes in the end!

We must be weird, and we must be gay

(We must be gay!)

We will find every bit of sanity that we have

And give it all to Lynn

Ohhhh

We must be gay!

Biana dances a little along with the song, and Sophie can't help but smile. A curvy, round-faced person with short dark hair and colorful earrings plays a few notes on the piano, and then a KEEPERS OF THE CHAOS logo flashes across the screen. Then, a group of students sit in a classroom.

"Shai! Tater! Lynn! You three finally got together?" says the same person who just played piano, gesturing to a redhaed wearing a Sappho lesbian flag cape. She's holding the fingerless-gloved hand of a lanky person with brightly colored hair, and they're holding hands with a tall girl who has chin length brown hair. The rest of the class applauds the fiancees before returning to their own conversations.

"Yep! Thanks, Ink," says Tater.

Ink smiles at them and turns to a person with light brown skin and golden hoop earrings partially covered by long dark hair. "Hi, Kiri, how was your break?"

"Good! Here's to a good 2021?" Kiri turns to the person next to them. "How about you, Ref?"

Ref has short brown hair and red glasses. "Yeah, my break was dOPE," she says, leaving everyone to wonder how he did that with their voice. "oH, and happy belated Hanukkah to Shai!"

"Thanks, you too. And guess what! I didn't set my hair on fire this year!"

A short guy with strawberry blonde hair looks concerned. "Um. Congratulations?"

"Thanks, Sam!"

Sophie looks away from the screen and at Biana. "There are a lot of characters..." she mutters.

"Yeah, but you get to know them well enough eventually," says Biana. "Now shh, let's keep watching!"

A lot of other characters are introduced in various conversations, and Sophie's brain has a hard time keeping track of them all. She does remember Tara, a curvy, bored-looking girl with long sideswept bangs, and Blue, a bisexual who may or may not be an arsonist. She doesn't know either of their personalities very well yet, but she likes them so far. Lucat, a pale, blue haired asexual, who later joins the Hanukkah conversation, also seems cool.

Once quite a bit of introductions are done- Sophie lost count at around twenty something- are over, an announcement comes over the school's loudspeakers.

"Welcome back, Tumblr High School!" announces a voice. "I hope you all had a good break. Now, the Tumblr staff have an important announcement for you all. High schools in this county, like ours, Pinterest High School, and Instagram High School, will be holding a competition. All members of the winning team will receive a scholarship to AO3 college. If you are interested, meet in room 69 after school. Now, onto other announcements..."

Somber kazoos play again as the principal's droning voice fades into the background. A montage of the previously introduced characters wishing they could go to AO3 college moves across the screen. After a few minutes of them zooming through school and talking about how fucking boring it is, all of them gather in the room (some of them with more jokes than others) to discuss the competition.

A blonde woman welcomes them into the room. They wait a while to make sure no one else will arrive, but once everyone is there, the woman clears her throat. "Hello, everyone! I'm glad you're interested in joining the competition. My name is Shannon Messenger, and I'm in charge of admissions at AO3 College. My coworker L*ura and I designed this competition."

Sophie gasps and looks at Biana. "L*ura? But isn't that the person they hate? They said that in the intro!" Biana smiles at her, and she blushes as she realizes that she's kind of... maybe... invested in the show now. She decides she'll endure the "I told you so"s later and looks back at the show, trying to telepathically tell the characters not to trust this L*ura person... and perhaps not Shannon either. It's too early to tell whether Shannon will be an antagonist or not.

"All of you will be working as a team to write a story together. The main premise is that a twelve year old girl named Sophia is a telepath, but she can't tell anyone her secret. Then, she meets a teal-eyed boy named Finn, and he tells her that she's an elf. She travels back to the elf world with him, where she struggles a bit at the elf school Firefox, makes friends with some other elves, learns that she is an illegal creation of a rebel group called the Dark Duck, and another rebel group- the Rarelynoticed- tries to kidnap and kill Sophia and her friend Deck. There are other details to be included into the story, which will be given out to the participants as a packet. The object of this competition is not to determine your ability at coming up with story ideas, but your ability to work in groups and execute well developed ideas. Does anyone have any questions?"

Someone raises their hand- a short, tanned girl. "Lynn?" prompts the principal.

"Did you say the rebel group was named the Dark Duck?"

"And the Rarelynoticed?" adds another person, with rectangular glasses and a red bracelet.

"Raise your hand before speaking, Auran," scolds the principal. "But yes, those are the names."

"Alright then," Auran mutters.

"Unless anyone else has questions, we'll be sending out sign up forms for everyone interested, and then we will distribute the information packets about your story. You can talk to each other and start planning."

No one else has questions, so once they've all filled out the sign up form, they gather in small groups and flip through the packets, making sarcastic comments or mocking names ("'Rarelynoticed' though-" a stylish hijabi named Raiin sighs as they come across a page of information about the group) as they try to form some semblance of a plan. Once they all agree that they've made a lot of progress, they make plans to meet up again soon and walk back home.

Unbeknownst  to them, a pair of ominous teal eyes watch from above.

Somber kazoos play once again, and the credits roll.

"So, what'd you think?" Biana asks as Sophie closes her laptop.

Rather inaudibly, Sophie mumbles "It was good."

"What was that?"

"It was good! I liked it!"

Biana grins. "I told you so." She leans over and kisses Sophie on the cheek. "Thanks for watching it. I have to go do some homework, awesome seeing you!" As she walks out, Sophie hears her singing under her breath. "We must be gay..."