#i do end up choosing all of them whenever i do multiple play throughs

[bunniesbearsandadventures]

Alright I've decided to make a Pokemon starter tier list.

THIS IS BASED ON DESIGN AND HOW MUCH I LIKE THERE LOOK ONLY

D does not mean I hate it is just have meh opinions on it

C means its okay

B is solid

A is good

And S is obviously my favorite

I just wanted to do this for fun! :3

Also none if them are in any particular order. There are all just lumped together.

(Also note i haven't played scarlet and violet yet but i still wanted to put them here because i really like fuecoco)

[lilgoblinbitch]

Electricity𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 (part 2 of Gossip)

rick grimes x fem!reader

part one here

a/n: well holy shit, this took way longer than i had originally expected it to take. life has been crazy for me. thank you all for being patient with me!

summary: days pass, and rick is still mysterious. until finally, you discover his true feelings toward you in the best way possible.

content: smut PinV, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, oral (fem receiving), fingering, rough!rick, friends to lovers, heavy teasing, multiple orgasms, angst, some fluff at the end

18+ ONLY, mdni.

wc: 4.4k

Your heart was almost palpitating. You were left stranded with your thoughts spinning around in your head while Rick just nonchalantly strode off back to his bedroom. 

The whole night you could barely get any sleep; your mind apparently had other plans –  mainly entailing you ruminating over what had happened that night. It boggled you how Rick effortlessly admitted to being aware of your little crush on him, completely catching you off guard and leaving you overwhelmed and flustered. You were forced to forget about the whole situation, or at the very best push it to the back of your mind for…later – whenever “later” was.

The next few days were nothing out of the ordinary. Rick was barely at the house, busy adjusting to his new constable responsibilities and becoming familiar with the rest of the Alexandrians. You knew he had a duty to uphold, so it was reasonable for him to avoid your presence for the time being, but your mind was still fogged up from what he had said to you that night. It was eating you up for the next few slumbers; you tossed and turned until eventually the thoughts wore your brain out and let you get a few hours of shut eye. Regardless, you tried to forget it altogether throughout the daytime and focus on becoming more comfortable living in a brand new community, and a brand new house that was bigger than any house you’d ever lived in. 

Carl didn’t stay inside for long throughout the day. You’d always find his room empty and his comic books gone. That meant he was most likely reading them outside and sharing them with his new friends. But you were happy for him; the kid deserved to make friends after everything he’d been through. So you were left with baby Judy most days, but that didn’t bother you. Before the world turned you had two younger siblings, and as a teen you were always stuck babysitting them when your parents went out. It was second nature to you now.

Today you decided to get out of the house and find something to do. You hated staying indoors — you were always an outdoorsy person and got antsy pretty quickly without a daily dose of sunshine. You stepped outside with Judith on your hip, taking in the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze that swayed the various trees in perfect rhythm. Without a doubt, the weather was inviting. So, naturally, you choose to embrace it and take a stroll down the street with little Judy in your arms.

As you made your way down the block with Judith cooing and spinning her curious head around to view her surroundings, you reached the end of it and turned the corner. You recalled how Vivian and Shannon lived in one of the houses on the block you were walking down. A quick drop-in to see what they were up to couldn’t hurt. Besides, Shannon was a kindergarten teacher before the fall and therefore loved watching over Judith with you. 

“Hey, Y/N!”

You spun around and noticed a tall brunette man walking toward you. It was Spencer Monroe, son of Deanna Monroe — the community’s leader. And, according to Vivian and Shannon, he had a thing for you. Not that you had anything against it, but it did make you feel a bit uneasy knowing he was interested in you and would probably try to make a move on you, now that he was standing in front of you. Regardless, you played it cool; he was Deanna’s son after all, so it could be beneficial to you if you gave your absolute best impression. 

“Oh, hey, Spencer!” You smiled sweetly at the tall man, who reeked of a musty cologne. It wasn’t awfully foul, just a bit too loud for your taste. A slight turn off.

He grinned down at you and Judith, scratching the back of his neck anxiously while shuffling closer to you. He was about two feet away from you — if he were any closer you’d definitely be backing up. 

“I was actually just about to come over to you and ask if you wanted to have dinner tonight?” He squinted his eyes at you, trying to read your face. Your cheeks were tickled pink and your heart was doing laps in your chest. It was as if Judith could sense your unease, and on cue she started fussing. 

“I–” You paused, gathering your thoughts together while calming the distressed child. Shit. What should you say? 

“Yeah! I would love to, Spencer.” Way to go.

On the walk home Judith started to calm down, while you did the exact opposite. Your thoughts were racing again, and you cursed yourself for obliging to Spencer’s request. What the hell were you getting yourself into? You didn’t even like Spencer; yeah, he was attractive, but he just wasn’t…well, he wasn’t Rick Grimes. Still, there remained a sense of determination – getting to know Spencer could be a good thing. Besides, you didn’t really have any plans for that evening anyway.

Once you finally reached the comfort of your house, you put Judy in her room for a nap and started rummaging through your closet for something to wear. You doubted you would find anything spectacular, considering you didn’t exactly have a boutique in this community. A simple floral dress would do. 

“Geez… when was the last time I wore any type of heeled shoe?” You humored yourself, attempting to walk around in the sleek open-toed heels you found in your closet. You recalled how Shannon lended you a few pairs from her own closet, stating that she was overwhelmed by how many abandoned pairs of high heels were left in the world, and apparently her closet housed dozens of them. Lucky for you. 

Once you were confident enough you wouldn’t lose your balance in the shoes, you took a long look in the full-length mirror and admired how, for a lack of a better word – decent you looked. Excluding Deanna’s welcoming party, you hadn’t worn a dress since before. It would definitely take some getting used to. 

Before you were able to get one last gander at yourself in the mirror, something – or rather someone – interrupted you.

“Got plans for tonight?”

You jumped in your skin and spun around. You were met with a wide set of eyes scaling your body, taking in the elegant view before him. You were stunning, and he couldn’t deny it even if he wished to. 

“Jesus, Rick! You really have a way of scaring the shit out of me.” You smiled nervously while flattening out your dress. He watched you like a hawk, and of course he was aware of how antsy you were. That was like his superpower. You cleared your throat, ensuring your voice didn’t crack. “Yeah, I’m uh… going on a date…”

His sharp blue eyes made harsh contact with yours, locking you into place. You couldn’t tell if he was angry, sad, disappointed, or all three. Or maybe he didn’t care. Then again, Rick’s face was almost impossible for you to decipher. 

He remained leaning against the doorframe, eyes never leaving you. You were not enjoying the deathly silence. Until he finally spoke again.

“A date?”

“With Spencer… Deanna’s son.” Your eyes regrettably met his once more. “But it’s nothing serious, really—”

“Thought you didn’t like him… had someone else on your mind, right?” His tone was biting, almost taunting. You frowned, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“Maybe I lied, Rick. Maybe I think he’s cute now. Besides, I already said it wasn’t anything serious.” You grabbed a jacket out of the closet, slung it over your back and slipped it on. “And I don’t know why you care so much, or why you had to eavesdrop on me, but I’ve got to go now.”

And with that you whisked past the brooding man and out the room, exiting the house. Rick knew you were suppressing your genuine feelings; it was almost too conspicuous. He just knew you too well. Knowing someone for a few years in a post-apocalyptic world was like knowing someone in the previous world for ten or even twenty years; your group grew close very quickly. Inevitably, in fact – death and grieving, fighting and surviving; it all brought you closer together. You were part of a strong network of survivors, ones who shared immense trust in one another. 

But when it came to Rick, it was hard to truly understand his emotions. He felt the obligation to suppress his feelings, as well – as if he wasn’t sure when it’d be the right time to make a move with you. Now and again, you’ve encountered a handful of times where he was staring at you – and perhaps your behind – for longer than any other person would deem normal. But he never displayed an interest in getting with you. That was ultimately a grey area to you for a while, and even still now.

⋆｡° ✮

One thing about Spencer was that he could cook. And you were a sucker for men cooking; you found it to be attractive. So he cooked for you, he was tall, and he was cute… what, then, was missing from the list? What was hindering you from making yourself available and willing to this man?

“I have someone else on my mind.”

You reflected back to the night you said that. From then on, those words were ingrained in the back of your brain. They reminded you each day that your feelings for Rick were perpetual and infecting your thoughts like a plague.

For now, you were preoccupied with how satisfying your meal was. As was the wine. It was going to your head a bit — an all too familiar feeling. You just hoped Rick wasn’t awake by the time you returned home. 

“Thank you, Spencer. The dinner was really nice,” You simpered while graciously stepping out the door. 

Spencer held the door open, giving you a warm smile as he watched you turn to face him whilst under the gleaming porch light. “You sure you don’t need me to walk you home? It’s really no issue for me at all.”

The look on his face told you he sure as hell wasn’t ready for you to leave yet — in fact, with the way he had planned the night, he most likely expected to not only wine and dine, but get lucky tonight. However you had your boundaries and your relationship standards, regardless of the fact that there were very slim pickings when it came to finding the ‘right person’; practically ninety percent of the human population was wiped out. 

“I promise. I just live around the corner.”

At last you arrived home, immediately kicking your heels off as you shut the door behind you. You made a mental note to never wear heels again – blisters were already appearing on your feet. You winced as you massaged the reddened tender skin, sighing in relief as your aching feet finally got to breathe and stretch. 

“It’s late.”

You nearly had a heart attack as you stood up and spotted Rick a few feet away from you by the couch. “Would you quit startling me all the time? And yeah, no dip, I was on a date with Spencer. I already told you that, Rick.”

You steadied your heart rate and made your way over to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. All while you did so, you could feel Rick’s eyes burning into you. Every inch of your body. You shivered when the chill of the fridge air engulfed you – however, you were sure the shiver was truly from the effect that Rick had on you. 

“I know that. But you’re back late; it’s dark outside,” He paced toward you, his demeanor now more watchful and severe. “There’s a curfew, Y/N.” He was much closer to you now, to the point where you smelled his classic rainy forest scent encompassing your nostrils. 

“Well, I didn’t know. I was asked to have dinner with someone, and it happened to be really good, actually – thank you for asking,” You gibed while filling your cup up with crisp, filtered water. “But, I am sorry. Won’t happen again, Officer!” You quipped, taking a sip from the cup. The water was a refreshing blanket against your tongue and throat, which you thoroughly savored.

Rick didn’t look very pleased with your response, to say the least. His posture was stiff, and his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. “You think this is a joke, I get it. It sounds like another pipe dream. But if we’re going to be living and staying here, you’re gonna need to follow the rules.”

You set the glass down and ran a hand through your slightly knotted hair, giving your scalp a terse massage with your fingers. Your eyes fixated on Rick, who was towering over you like a bodyguard would. If it were any other man you would feel uncomfortable in this position – backed into the kitchen counter and being scolded by a harrowing, authoritative man. In this case, you were too fond of the man in front of you to feel uncomfortable or threatened in any way. 

“I get it – I know. I want this place to work, just as much as you do,” you added, displaying a poker face to confirm your sincerity. You ran a hand up and down Rick’s forearm, over his veins that protruded as he leaned against the counter in front of you. “I want this to work for the kids. They deserve it.”

Rick didn’t flinch. His eyes bored deep into your own – pupils dilated, taking in your presence. Instinctively, almost like his body was on autopilot – Rick’s hand caressed the side of your face, thumb tracing circles along your cheek. Goosebumps ran down your arms and made the hairs on the back of your neck perk up like a porcupine. Just one touch from this man had you melting like butter.

Time slowed down drastically. Your eyes locked into his, and vice versa. Only inches of space separated you two; you felt the familiar pounding in your chest as Rick drew himself closer and closer. Those romance movies you used to watch were accurate, in the sense that what you were feeling in this moment was butterflies, fireworks – so electrifying. You could feel the sparks race through your body.

Rick felt it, too. He’d been denying it for too long – what he was feeling deep down, within his subconscious, was something authentic. Something that he could no longer evade from his mind.

“You’re on my mind, too.”

It was like an echo coursing through your soul. Those five words left you stunned, mouth slightly agape, but Rick took that chance to collapse his lips onto yours. The longing you had for this man was no longer unrequited – you finally got your answer. He wanted you, and you wanted him. 

His lips were velvety and you took your time giving extra love to them. Soon enough the kiss got heated; you were lifted up onto the counter where Rick wasn’t shy to roam his hands along your thighs, earning a few feeble whimpers from you. 

His lips then attacked your shoulder and collarbone with a series of hickeys, earning more vocal whines from you now. “Rick…”

He quickly hushed you, shoving two fingers into your mouth. “Gotta be quiet, baby,” he cooed, admiring how your tongue caressed his fingers so magnetically. Your eyes pleaded with him – begged for more. “They won’t see those—” he eyed the now reddened area of skin, “Jus’ don’t dress like a slut and you’ll be alright.”

In your mind you wanted to blurt out a well-deserved retort, however, in all honesty, Rick meant it in the best way. 

“Too special to be showing off this figure to all them boys, sweetheart.” He bent down to worship your thighs, spreading them open for him to kiss and prod at.

He was right, though – Spencer wouldn’t be able to make you feel this way. You knew it deep down.

You bit your lip harshly, suppressing any vocal responses for the time being – didn’t need the kids to hear any of this. But Rick was just too good at whatever it was he was doing to you.

“Need you, Rick,” You whined – which ultimately translated to a strained moan.

“Shh, Shh. I know you do,” he cooed, standing back up. He let his fingers trace over your closed cunt, the dampness leaking through the thin fabric and leaving a sticky coat on his digits. Your hands explored his curls, tugging at them the more he teased you. “Gotta be patient, though. Gonna take my sweet time with you.”

You were becoming antsy, bucking your hips into his palm, searching for friction. He slid his other hand up your dress, the contact of his hand greeting your hardened nipple caused you to shiver. His ocean eyes observed you – adoring the glow of your skin under the faded moonlight seeping into the room.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Stop talking and just take me upstairs, officer,” You huffed out, earning a small smirk from Rick. You wrapped your arms and legs tight around him, moaning quietly when your heat unexpectedly made contact with his own clothed member, which was already rock hard. You left a trail of kisses along his neck as he carried you up the stairs, groping your ass in one hand. 

Rick wasted absolutely no time in slipping your dress up and over your shoulders, practically ripping the fabric as he did so. You attempted to cover up your breasts, but he pried away your hands. 

“Nuh uh, let me see,” he protested, taking the round flesh in his hands and kneading them. You blushed, clearly shy; but Rick reminded you of your beauty nonetheless through his actions.

One thing Rick always loved about you was your patience and loyalty; you were coined as the group’s dependable and candid guardian, because anytime anyone needed a word of advice or a listening ear you’d never fail to do so. 

Currently, Rick admired how patient you were while he went to work on your sweet pussy – lapping up all your sweet juices after tearing off your drenched panties.

“Mmph, Rick!” You wailed, eyes flickering shut as a wave of euphoria washed over your body.

He was eating you out like you were the Last Supper, and he was a starved peasant. Your cunt was his god and he was there to serve it. 

You wrapped your legs around his shoulders, toes curling in delight as his digits switched positions with his tongue, pumping in and out of your soaking heat. He pressed his tongue flat on your pulsing clit, heightening your pleasure to the max. 

“F-fuck me!” You cried out, hips jutting forward to meet the pace of his fingers and tongue. Pressure was building deep in your core.

Without notice Rick paused his movements, leaning forward to connect his panting mouth with your own, stifling your moans. His kisses were sloppy, as were yours. He continued his pace, eventually focusing on your clit which throbbed under the determined motion of his thumb. Then he slipped three digits back into your drenched cunt, accelerating the pace he was going at before. He curled the fingers upward, pushing against that sacred spot in your hole that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Gonna cum on my fingers, hm? Gonna be a good whore f’me?” He taunted. Rick’s eyes were dark and blown out with lust. You were shuddering under him, on the brink of orgasm. 

“Ohh! Fuuuck!” You let the band in your gut snap, feeling the pressure inside release and your dripping arousal coating Rick’s fingers. 

He aided you in riding out the rest of your earth-shattering climax, pumping his digits a few more times before sliding them out. The sight before him had Rick holding himself back with every ounce of his inner strength – your cunt was a sopping, wet mess. 

Rick sat you up properly, hovering over you and holding his fingers above your lips. “Taste, baby.” 

You gingerly sucked on his fingers, the juices spilling onto your tongue; an almost nectary taste. He eyed the way you drank up every last drop, licking his lips in anticipation. After pulling his fingers from your lips he kissed you again, this time much softer. You both moaned into the kiss, and eventually when Rick broke away you took a moment to catch your breath. He licked his lips, admiring how fucked out you looked just from foreplay.

“Can’t wait to feel you,” He rasped. Your legs were still weak and wobbly from your latest orgasm, yet, your body ached for more. For him.

Soft whimpers left your pouted lips when you felt his rough hands grasp your thighs, pushing them upward until they were folded up against your tummy. Rick hastily threw off his white t-shirt and let out a low growl as he freed his aching cock from his boxers. You bit your lip – it was girthy, and you knew it was going to do some damage tonight. That only made you wetter.

He stroked himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He slid his dick against your slick folds, huffing and groaning from the contact. You whined, unable to handle the teasing he was putting you through. 

“Rick, please—”

“Said I was gonna take my time,” He retorted in a rigid tone, and you gulped in response. “So, be patient.”

The only thing you could do at that moment was bite your lip and prepare for your cunt to be stuffed by this man’s cock. It was an odd thing to consider – being best friends with someone and flipping that platonic relationship into something more explicit, just through the simple act of gossipping. At the end of the day, you were getting fucked by a man who was not only your closest friend, but the leader of your community. It almost felt taboo, and yet you just couldn’t care less at that moment.

Seconds felt like minutes, the teasing was just too much. Rick kept playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves, only slightly pushing in the tip. Your core was on fire, pleading desperately for him to tame it. 

The sight before him was almost pitiful. You were caught in a fit of heavy breathing and whimpering, legs wrapping tight around his waist as you rocked your hips closer to him, cunt still glistening with arousal that seeped onto his pink tip. 

So, Rick pitied you. And you got your wish; his cock sunk into you, all the way until he bottomed out. You scrunched up your face in slight discomfort – he was bigger than you had anticipated. Nevertheless, you sighed in satisfaction, clawing at his back and shoulders as he adjusted inside you.

“Fuck, Y/n,” He growled, nibbling on your ear. His warm breath caused your body to shiver. “You just– can’t be patient no more, can ya?”

Your mind was clouded – all thoughts halted as your body was being governed by Rick. He rocked into you with ease, back and forth, in and out. His cock fit into your hole like a glove. Your legs caged him in; it was as if you were afraid he’d slip away and tease you again. It just felt so good you didn’t want it to stop.

Your lewd cries were soon muffled by Rick’s hand. “Shhh, gotta be quieter, sweetheart.” But it was nearly impossible to stay quiet when he was doing you so well.

With his hand then shifting down to lightly grasp your neck, Rick slammed into you, pulling all the way out only to repeat the motion again. You bit your lip hard, drawing blood. The pain didn’t exist in any way, since your body was so engrossed in the electric sensation that was being fed to you by Rick’s cock.

The room was polluted with salacious grunts and muffled moans. 

Rick tossed you over onto your hands and knees, then without warning plunged back into you. His hands gripped both your asscheeks with a force that you were sure would leave lovely red marks. Each smack of his hips against your ass manifested obscene vocals from your throat. Involuntarily your body made contact with the mattress, head lulling to the side and drool dripping from the corner of your lips as Rick picked up his pace. 

“You wanted this, knew it all along.” He cooed while fucking you into the plush mattress. “I knew it – before you even mentioned it.”

“How?” You thought. But little did you know, the clues you had sent Rick’s way ever since you had first laid eyes on him – he caught onto them. He was a police officer, after all – he was seasoned when it came to situational awareness. You weren’t slick; he noticed every little glance, every smile, every physical gesture you made with him. You fell for him.

And if he wasn’t already falling for you, then he certainly was now.

“Thaaaas right, just like that. Fuck, so tight f’me,” He sang while your ass slapped against his hips, harmonizing with the sound of his cock pounding into your slick hole.

Your fingers dug into the sheets for stability, preparing yourself for the building knot in your core again. “I’m—gonna cum!” You lifted your head weakly to warn Rick, who was too busy drowning in the warmth of your tight cunt.

Rick padded your clit with his fingers, while his other hand pushed down onto the back of your neck, subsequently pushing your body back into the mattress. His mischievous eyes caught sight of your twitching, shaking body, and he sighed heavily from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. 

“Go ‘head, cum f’me.” 

With his permission you yelped out as yet another orgasm rushed through you. You barely acknowledged the twitching of his cock inside your dripping hole before he swiftly pulled out and unloaded onto your back.

A few ticks went by, heavy panting escaping the two of you, and immobility in full effect over you. Your thoughts came back to you as Rick cleaned you up; the fact that you went on a date with a man then went home to be dicked down by another was quite humorous to you. 

“Geez, maybe I should go on more dates just for you to fuck me like that again,” You teased Rick, sitting up.

He smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and kissing you gently. You blushed and smiled coyly. 

“Nah. You’re mine now, sweetheart. No one else’s.”

[wonily]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🎧 ﹕ slow dancing w/ jungwon

warnings : reader has insecurities, dialogue-heavy, not proofread, probably switches between tenses

[ lily’s rambles : HEY! idk if anyone remembers me but i'm wonily (lily) ^_^ i deactivated like... a long time ago but.. i'm kinda back & this is a repost from my old blog ]

he saw it in your eyes whenever you stood in front of the mirror and nit picked at all the things you disliked about yourself. he heard it in your voice, all those times it wavered as you reassured him that you were alright. and he could feel it now, sitting next to him with a dejected frown. a sigh escapes your lips and he swears that his lips turn down into a physical form of a frowny face as he racks his brain for what he could do.

without any ideas, he simply chooses to wrap his arms around you tightly, expressing without words everything he wanted to say— you are safe, you are loved, you are enough. it’s a mark of your relationship with him that you can understand all that he conveys through his hugs, even though you don’t believe it. and he knows you won’t believe it because you simply refuse to see the good in yourself.

“dance with me.” the words are mumbled quietly, muffled as they’re spoken into your hair but they linger pleasantly in the air as you sit, listening to his heartbeat. he draws you to your feet slowly, and carefully, scared that he’ll somehow break the delicately lovely person that is you, whom he loves and cherishes with his heart. you, who his heart aches for when he sees you in pain.

his arms cradles your body gently, rocking you side to side in the silence, creating an unheard symphony of love that he so dearly wishes to play for you. he smoothes back your hair a little, his fingers brushing gently over your skin and he offers you a small smile that you can barely return. he takes a deep breath, going back to rocking you side to side, “i think that your eyes are beautiful. they express so much and i think that they hold all the stars in the universe.”

you open your mouth but he shakes his head gently, silently pleading with you to let him finish. “and i think that your nose is adorable. it’s cute and i think that it suits you just perfectly,” and he taps your nose affectionately.

“and your lips are beautiful, whether you’re smiling because you got a good grade or frowning because of a sad ending or pouting because i took your chocolate,” he plants a gentle, fleeting kiss to your lips, adding as an afterthought, “and i get to kiss them everyday too, so that’s a plus.”

a small smile tugs at your lips and he notices it, feeling himself smile a little so he lays his head on your shoulder, “and your shoulders are my safe place, no matter how much you hate them. they give me comfort because i can feel them rise and fall with each breath you take and reminds me how lucky i am to call you my lover.”

“and your tummy? it’s eaten so many delicious foods and is the reason i love to eat because eating with you and sharing the food we love together makes me so, so, so happy,” he smiles fondly, remembering how just yesterday you had cooked dinner together, with multiple dishes neither of you had ever even heard of until coming across a youtube video.

“and your legs, they’ve walked so many places with and without me. you’ve found new restaurants and new parks and you’ve pulled me to your favorite places in town. they’ve gone on morning strolls with me and maeum and midnight walks around the still bustling streets.” he brings his head back up to look at you again, never ceasing the miniature slow dancing rhythm that he had unconsciously started between your bodies.

“and you. oh, i love you so much. everyday i wake up to see you by my side and everyday i fall in love more, even when i swear i couldn’t love you more than i already do. but everything is possible with you. i love you when you are happy and i love you when you are sad. i love you when you wake me up at ungodly hours because you’re hungry and i love you when you refuse to leave the bed alone because you’re scared of the dark. i love you when you sing, even if you don’t like your own voice, and i love you when you are in front of the mirror, thinking that no one could ever love you. but that’s not true, i love you. and i will continue to love you with all that there is in me until one day, you love yourself too.”

[natolesims]

MY HEART IS YOURS | A Sims 4 Legacy Challenge

Written by @natolesims AKA @dustbon

I did a thing! This challenge is based on the mexican telenovela "Mi Corazón es Tuyo" (My Heart is Yours) where the main character, an exotic dancer, ends up working as a nanny for a millionaire by accident. I used to watch it every single afternoon with my abuelita and since I was feeling nostalgic, this challenge came to life. Hehe.

This is a 10 gen, story-driven challenge with detailed objectives and dynamics for each generation. I hope you like it! I'd love to see if you play it, so feel free to tag me or use #myheartisyourslegacy

Rules under the cut! Or if you prefer it, here's the Google Doc~

NOTES AND GENERAL RULES

Adult themes are included in some generations. You’ve been warned.

There might be some aspects of the gameplay that might not be included in the game by default (for example, earning money as a nanny or a dancer). If you play with mods, feel free to use how many you’d like to enhance the experience! 

Alternatively, you can always make your own twist and interpretation of the challenge, its features and rules. It’s your gameplay, so have fun and do your thing!

Since the story revolves around wealthy families, I’d suggest to create / download  some rich sims or households if you’d like to have more options.

You can skip, add new or change the order of the generations.

No cheats allowed besides freerealestate or funds modification (according to some situations)

I created this challenge considering multiple aspects of the game and its DLCs. If you’d like to change or substitute something, go ahead!

Each generation is a bit specific, so I’d suggest to play on normal / long lifespan or pause aging whenever you consider necessary.

Again, have fun!!

GEN 1 - THE NANNY

You are an orphan who learned to survive on your own at a very young age. After years of working as an exotic dancer you finally managed to buy your own little house, but you lost everything unexpectedly. In an act of desperation, you asked for a large loan from your horrible boss who has you trapped in their grasp and  the money they gave you is still not enough to get by... so you signed up into an employment agency to get the expense off the ground. As if it weren’t enough, they mixed up your papers and now you've been hired as a… babysitter? Are you kidding? Welp, thank goodness you love children.

Traits: Good, Family-Oriented, Loyal

Aspiration: Super Parent / Big Happy Family

Skills: Max dancing,  charisma and parenting 

Job: Make-believe nanny and part-time exotic dancer. 

Rules:

Move to an empty house and set your funds to 0.

Alternatively: Move to a furnished home and destroy everything through an "incident" (you can cheat for this) and break all the plumbing. You can’t fix those items, only replace them after you get your loan money.

Have a night job as an exotic dancer in a local club. None of your day job clients should recognize you while you’re working at the club, and vice-versa.

If you have mods that fit this situation, feel free to use them! Save the tips you earn :) 

If you play this vanilla, disguise your sim and send them dancing to a club each night. You'll earn $200 per day if performance.

Ask the nightclub owner (your boss) for a loan of $8,000 simoleons. You’ll have to keep dancing there until:

A) You earn the money and pay your debt, or

B) You’ve been working in the club for 1 in-game year, but then you can’t keep the money you’ve earned from dancing.

Optional: Consider paying $1,000 for a renovation permit and another $1,000 for plumbing and electrical installation per story.

Start a day job as a nanny. You’ll earn $300 per family.

To do so: Meet sims with children and visit them often to take care of the kids. You can only help one family per day.

Alternatively: You can choose a particular household to be working for. The wealthier and more kids, the better.

Give your sim the always welcome trait so you won’t have issues with cooking and stuff. 

For super wealthy families: You can build a room for yourself in their homes or use the visit room if they have one, but you can’t move your sim into their households at all. You’ll still have to work at the club at night and work on rebuilding your little home. 

Befriend all the kids of the families you’ve worked for.

Fall in love with the head of family of the wealthiest household that hired you. To marry your potential spouse, you must:

End paying the nightclub debt

Finish rebuilding your house again :)

Become friends with the live-in services, if they have (butler, chef, maid, gardener, etc.)

Max your friendly relationship with each kid the love interest has. Only then you can start building a romantic relationship with them.

If they already have a spouse, make them your enemy and have the love interest divorce them. 

Have as many own kids as you can. 

GEN 2 - A GROOVY GRANDPA

You come from a rich family that cares for its wealth with fervor. You did everything your parents and your parents' parents taught you: work hard, make money, have an heir and make even more money. You always felt that working was the only purpose of your life… but now that you are older, you realized how wrong you were. Now that you're old, loades, and your family can fend for themselves, you have the opportunity to do everything you couldn't in your youth.

Traits: Materialistic, ambitious, loner.

Aspiration: 1) Mansion Baron and 2) Inner Peace

Skills: All the skills needed for the career of your choice, mixology, dancing, wellness and a hobby of your choice (as an elder).

Job: Business (Investor Branch) or Salaryperson (Expert Branch)

Rules:

Go to university and get a degree that’ll help you get a jump start on the career of your choice (options above).

University can be tedious and long to play, so I’d suggest using a mod that makes the terms shorter :)

Reach the top of your career as a young adult. 

Marry a wealthy sim out of tradition and have only one child. That’s our heir.

Have a so-so relationship with your kid and your spouse.

Your spouse should die as an adult (you can cheat for this).

Focus on making all the money you can while being an adult. If you can get fame points while you’re at it, perfect.

Once you reach elderhood, have a life crisis and embrace a new “you”.

Change your traits to: Romantic, adventurous and goofball.

Change your aspiration to: Inner Peace.

I’d strongly suggest to turn aging off so you won’t die of old age.

Enjoy life! Be self-indulgent, go partying, pick up new hobbies, make new friends, visit new places. 

Try getting the emotional mindful moodlet often.

Find true love with a humble sim significantly younger than you. 

The next heir must disapprove your new relationship.

Have a child through pregnancy or adoption with your new partner. Move out of the family home and go live with your new little family.

Focus on being an excellent parent and spoil the little one rotten until the last of your days. 

GEN 3 - THE WORKAHOLIC

Your father lost it and messed up his life's direction... and stained the family’s values. You carry your last name with pride and you’re determined to put it back to its former glory by doing what you do best: working. You will rescue the company that your father nearly ruined, return wealth and good fortune to your family and lead an exemplary life, whatever it’s the cost. Your children constantly complain about how absent and cold you are, but they are too young to understand the importance of your priorities. They will thank you one day.

Traits: Proper, Ambitious, Perfectionist.

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Skills: All the skills needed for your career only. You’re not interested in anything else.

Job: Business (Management Branch)

Rules:

Always excel as a student.

Don't have a social life.

All sims you meet (except the future spouse) must stay as acquaintances.

Always turn down any kind of social invite.

Never throw a party of any sort.

Never celebrate a birthday, not even your own. 

Go to university and study communications at U-Brite. At uni you must:

Enter the secret society.

Enter the debate guild.

Graduate with honors.

Meet the love of your life during your time as a student. Your spouse must:

Have good traits only.

Belong to a wealthy family.

You can only marry if you have a full romance bar.

Also: no woohoo before marriage!

You two must live in the family home / manor. Refurnish it with  expensive items, fine art and decorations if it isn’t.

Have a butler. If you play with mods, also have all sorts of live-in services. If not, hire a scheduled gardening, maid and nanny service via the phone.

Don’t have any kind of pets. Not even fish.

Fill up your sim's fun need by doing "boring activities". For example:

Only listen to the talk radio and classical music stations.

Only watch the news and the weather channel.

Don't tell jokes.

The only game your sim can play is chess.

Only read non-fiction or skill books.

You get the idea by now :)

Dedicate your entire existence to your career, completing your aspiration and your loving partner.

Earn fame points through situations or interactions related to your career only.

Get the workaholic lifestyle and live accordingly.

Have as many children as you can with your spouse. After the last family slot is taken, your spouse has to die unexpectedly (you can cheat for this)

After your spouse's demise, change two of your traits to: Hot headed and gloomy.

Have a rocky relationship with all of your children:

Try to limit your interactions with your children. Have the helping sims (butler and nanny) take care of them.

Develop the strict family dynamic with every single child.

All of your kids must be top students and gain the good manners character value trait.

Your kids must have a tight schedule: School, after-school activities, homework time, limited playtime, music lessons (for girls), sport lessons (for boys) and early bedtime. If they develop a dislike for an activity, accept it but they’ll have to do it anyway.

Marry a co-worker as an adult, but do not love them. On the contrary to your loving spouse, they must only have negative traits. Bonus points if they have the hates children trait.

Start a recurrent affair with one of your service sims.

The next generation starts when the heir is a teen. 

GEN 4 - THE INDECISIVE ROMANTIC

You grew up in a large family that seemed more like a military company. Being the smartest of all your siblings, your father always sought to train you in such a way that you would take his place when time comes, but you don't want to be remotely like him. You are still young and you have enough time to change the course of things. You want adventure, you want love, you want happiness and wealth… but the pursuit of hedonism may not help you make the smartest decisions.

Traits: Genius, bookworm, snob

Aspiration: 1) Nerd brain 2) Serial Romantic

Skills: Logic, writing, research and debate, fitness

Job: Law career (Private Attorney Branch)

Rules:

Be the typical nerdy teen. Embrace the stereotype at its fullest.

Always excel in school 

Complete the nerd brain aspiration as a teenager.

Frequent intellectual lots like libraries and museums.

If you can, become a valedictorian and/or achieve early graduation.

Start a romantic, toxic relationship with the first sim who is constantly rude to you.

Your sim has to still be a teen.

Break-up and get together again frequently.

Enter the U-Brite Communications program as your parent did, but drop out shortly after. You want something else in life. 

Improve your physical appearance and start working out. After your makeover, change your bookworm trait for the self-absorbed trait. 

Move out on your own, live the party life and date around! But keep coming back to your toxic ex.

Don’t have any source of income after moving out.

Have an accidental pregnancy with your ex, but don’t take responsibility for the baby. 

Have another accidental pregnancy with one of your affairs, and also don’t take responsibility. 

This other sim must have the good or cheerful trait.

After spending all your simoleons on parties and vice and, go back to the family home and enter the Law career to become a private attorney. 

After getting your life in order again, look for your previous partners and decide to take care after the kids they had with you. 

Don’t have any more kids after that.

Start building up both romantic relationships again, but keep them in the shadows from one another. Never make a final decision.

Write books as a hobby, but only publish: non-fiction, poetry and biography books.

The least disciplined child will be the heir.

GEN 5 - THE ADVENTURER

You grew up in a millionaire family that has everything you could imagine, but somehow you always felt like you didn't belong to it. There is a certain indomitable spirit of adventure within yourself and when you came of age, you decided to fully embrace it. Your parent disapproves and would rather have you not prefer an unstable life of artistic adventure to the safety of a well-established profession... but he has no place to tell a you a thing, knowing the kind of life he led in his young years. Leaving all the responsibility of the house and the family business to your half-brother, you packed your bags and took the first plane to the jungle.

Traits: Active, creative, loves outdoors.

Aspiration: 1) Jungle Explorer 2) Mt. Komorebi Sightseer, 3) Beach Life and 4) Archaeology Scholar.

Skill: Selvadorian Culture, Archaeology, Fishing, Fitness, Singing and Guitar.

Job: Freelance photographer.

Rules:

Always be a laid back, cool type of person. 

Frequent museums and parks as a kid and teenager.

Once you graduate high-school, travel the world to become a nature photographer! Think of a globetrotter-ish kind of generation:

1: Selvadorada. 

Build a luxurious villa as your jungle home (you’re still a millionaire, so no problem with this). You’ll frequent it a lot during the generation.

Complete the Jungle Explorer Aspiration.

Once you reach level 2 of the photography skill, you can travel to the next destination:

2: Mt. Komorebi

Complete the Mt. Komorebi Sightseer Aspiration.

Visit each festival.

Once you reach level 3 of the photography skill, you can travel to the next destination:

3: Sulani

Complete the Beach Life Aspiration

Max the fishing skill.

Max the photography skill.

Be a flirt and have multiple lovers across the worlds, but find true love with one in particular.

Optional 1: have this sim travel with you as a companion.

Optional 2: have your half-brother fall in love with them as well.

Complete 3 collections of your choice.

Become famous by publishing your photographs.

After ending your stay in Sulani, your half brother must die (you can cheat for this). You’ll have to go back to the family home and take care of the generational fortune.

Keep traveling often to Selvadorada, the world you like the most. Work on completing the Archaeology Scholar Aspiration during your short visits. 

Decide to settle down with the sim you fell in love with and form a family of your own. 

Have lots of children.                                     

GEN 6 - THE STAR

You don't understand the tendency of past family heads to get rid of a life full of all sorts of comfort. Dirt? Ew. Luxury and fame are everything to you, but since you were young you had a problem with your appearance and awkward personality. But you know what? That is going to change. You are not interested in a boring company or looking for love: you just want to shine as bright as the sun.

Traits: Self-absorbed, materialistic, high-maintenance.

Aspiration: World-Famous celebrity.

Skills: Charisma, mischief, acting.

Job: Social Media (Internet Personality), Actor (optional)

Rules:

Be the “ugly duckling” of the family while growing up. 

Have the socially awkward trait as a teen.

Have your first puppy love as a pre-teen / teenager, but be heartbroken. Never believe in true love after that. 

Have a bad relationship with every single family member. 

Move out on your own to a luxurious home as soon as you become a young adult and cut ties with the rest of the family, previous friends and acquaintances. You’re on your own now. 

Have a radical image change after becoming independent.

Enter and reach the top of the Social Media career as an Internet Personality. Only then you can enter the Actor career if you wish. 

You can only actively work as a Young Adult.

Start building your own fortune through fame and gold-digging. 

Have an accidental pregnancy and use it to your convenience. Keep the baby. 

Never develop the parenting skill

Have a bad relationship with your kid

Mold your child to your image. They must be conventionally beautiful.

Your child must be well educated and skilled, but have terrible character value traits.

If you marry, become a widow everyone shows their sympathy to. Keep being a gold digger after that and never remarry.

Quit your job(s) right after entering the adult lifestage and spend your fortune as if there were no tomorrow. 

The next gen starts when the heir becomes a young adult. By then, you must be broke and have lost all your fame.

GEN 7 - THE HOMEWRECKER

You always meant an instrument for your parent, even before you were born. Thanks to them, you are an expert in the art of manipulation, seduction and performance. You are beautiful, intelligent, cold and calculating. Such confidence and mettle has carried you far from childhood, but now that you're an adult, it's time to think big and not make the same mistakes as your stupid parent... even if it means carrying them around for the rest of your life. Now, time to choose a victim to pay the family debts and live a perfect life.

Traits: Evil, hates children, hot-headed.

Aspiration: 1) Drama llama, 2) Mansion Baron

Skills: Charisma, logic, writing, acting, research and debate.

Job: Salaryperson (Supervisor Branch)

Rules:

Be the perfect, spoiled brat your mother made you since childhood. 

Always have a pristine image, even if you’re broke as hell. People doesn’t need to know your family is in bankruptcy

Become the unreachable, popular meanie in highschool and embrace those vibes throughout teenagedom, but never start a serious relationship. 

Complete the Drama Llama teen aspiration.

Move out on your own as a young adult, but have the previous heir move in with you shortly after to live at your expense. Your parent:

Cannot get a job or have any source of income of any sort.

Has to have the slob trait (you can cheat this),

Has to follow every whim related to their personality, and

Has to spend $5,000 simoleons by the end of each week. If you don’t have the money, add it to a “debt” list you must pay. 

Enter the salaryperson career (Supervisor Branch)  and reach the top of it quickly as a young adult. As soon as you reach it, get relaxed and don’t pay much attention to your career anymore.

Optional: get an university degree that’ll help you get a jumpstart. If you chose to do this, you’ll have to study at home, ask for all the scholarships you can and graduate with honors (of course).

If you get the workaholic lifestyle, go to coaching to get rid of it. 

You must choose only one ultimate spouse candidate.

They must be attractive (to your sim), successful and ridiculously wealthy.

They must be already in a serious romantic relationship of any sort with another sim.

Bonus points if they have at least one child. 

Once you decide on a love interest, develop one-sided feelings for them and do everything in your reach to gain their favor, but they should never love you.

Get to marry your love interest one way or another. Move your sim and the previous heir into their home and enjoy your new fortune :))

Once you marry, adopt your spouse’s last name.

Have only one own child: the result of a one-time affair with another sim.

Use mean interactions only with every child you meet (even your own), any “low-class” sim you meet and service sims. 

Gain the Twisted Heart reward trait.

GEN 8 - THE BEAUTY 

You've lived in a bubble all your life. Despite having a lousy relationship with your parent, they have given you everything you wanted and more: a good education, luxury, travels and gifts. You have always tried to fulfill their expectations and desires... until you met the love of your life in someone you would never have expected. After a terrible argument with your family, you decided to run away with your love and start a new life from scratch. The plan sounded good in your mind, but then you realized that you don't know how to do anything other than being cute.

Traits: Good, Clumsy, Romantic

Aspiration: 1) Admired icon 2) Soulmate 

Skills: None in particular

Job: None in particular

Rules:

Be the stereotypical perfect, beautiful and shallow rich kid. 

Have a bad relationship with your parent, but respect their authority.

Try not to do activities that make you gain "useful" skills (or any skill). Focus only on having fun and enjoying life.

Complete the Admired Icon aspiration in your teenage years.

Have your parent arrange your future marriage with a wealthy sim and start a forced relationship with them, but reject their romantic advances often. 

Enter university in a conventionally well-respected degree program. Become engaged with your current partner at the same time.

Find true love with a service sim.

They can be either one of your household's employees or a NPC like the mailman, a street vendor, a mixologist, a firefighter, etc.

They must be poor.

They must have the creative trait.

They must be a single parent. 

Keep your affair with the service sim in secret until a family member, a close friend or your partner discovers you. Only then you can break your current engagement and escape to live with the love of your life.

Move your sim with their new partner and their child, but bring no simoleons or material goods whatsoever in your inventory.

You can only move to a Needs TLC starter apartment or a starter home with the Gremlins and Grody lot traits. 

The lot or apartment cannot be pretty when you first move to it.

You cannot move out of it on this gen.

Drop out of university but don't get a job. Your spouse must work as a starving artist (Painter career level 1) and don't let them get promoted. 

If you play with mods, keep them in the service career they were when you met them.

Spend all the household's funds on useless things.

Optional: Everytime your sim breaks anything (even the plates while washing them), cheat -$100 simoleons of the household funds.

Get a job only when all your services are cut down after not paying your bills.

You should go through all the basegame careers before deciding on a permanent one. You may start with part-time jobs, then full time careers. 

After you decide on a career to stay, focus on developing the necessary skills for it. When you reach level 3, your spouse can finally work on their artistic career.

If the spouse sells their art, they can't gain fame out of it.

Have only one own child after your household has a stable income. 

GEN 9 - THE NONCOMMITTAL ENTREPRENEUR 

In your family there was never a lack of love, but money definitely was a problem. Your parents made an effort to give you everything that was within their reach, but the truth is that you could never shake off the itch of having something more… something “big”. The thing is that working seriously is not your thing. Never has been, in fact. However, you have brilliant ideas that you just have to materialize with the right investment. But first, let’s go to the party everyone’s talking about.

Traits: Lazy, party animal, noncommittal

Aspiration: 1) Live Fast 2) Party Animal

Skills: Juice fizzing, dancing, entrepreneur skill.

Job: Odd jobs

Rules:

Be a terrible student and surround yourself with lots of friends.

Complete the Live Fast teen aspiration. Then, drop out of high-school but keep living with your parents.

Gain the Irresponsible character value trait.

Earn money only through odd jobs or in-game activities that doesn’t require "intellectual" skills (like writing, programming, painting, etc.), but have Juice fizzing as your main interest.

Frequent party lots every single night like bars, clubs and lounges and spend at least $500 simoleons each night on bar drinks.

Accept every party invite you get, no matter who they are or what your sim is currently doing. 

Meet a love interest in one party night and start a relationship right away, but don't commit to it:

Never take the initiative to go on dates with them, only accept their invitations and make them pay for everything.

Be unfaithful.

Ask them for loans and crash their place frequently to take care of your needs (eating from their fridge, using their shower, etc).

Only visit them to woohoo if your fun levels are low.

Have unprotected woohoo often (try for baby instead of regular woohoo or use mods for this)

Have an accidental pregnancy with your partner and get excited by it. 

Once the baby's born, you'll have to take care of them and your partner will have to dump you and lose all contact. You can then move out of your parents' house.

Now that you're a parent, take your side hustles more seriously and even get a part time job if you decide to, but keep partying at nights and spending most of your earned money on vice.

Don't have any more kids and try to nurture your child as much as you can.

Have an unexpected death while the heir is a child.

GEN 10 - THE (UN)LUCKY MIXOLOGIST

When you were little, you listened with amazement to all kinds of stories that your father told you about the adventures and misadventures of your ancestors. That’s why you have always been a dreamer who wants to achieve success and, above all, to know true love, but that is something that only happens on TV. It seems life had other plans for youm and the only thing left is to work hard and try to move on with a smile.

Traits: Good, foodie, music lover.

Aspiration: 1) Master Mixologist 2) Soulmate

Skills: Mixology, DJ mixing, cooking and baking.

Job: Culinary career (Mixologist Branch)

Rules:

Since you'reunderage, move into a shelter or an orphanage.

Once you become a teen, dropout of high school and earn money through odd jobs and buy a dj mixing station. Only then you can start working in secret as a freelance dj in local clubs and bars:

To do so, create an alternative persona or character your sim must disguise as whenever they're on a show. 

Save all the money you earn through tips.

Don't gain fame.

Once your sim becomes a young adult, join the culinary career and help out at the shelter/orphanage until you have enough money to move out on your own, but keep presenting as a dj each night.

Buy and move to the starter home the founder fixed.

Present yourself regularly at the bar your founder worked at as a dancer, and also work as a hired mixologist some nights. You'll earn $300 per night.

If you have mods that adjust to this, feel free to use them!

Have 10 failed relationships throughout your Young Adult lifestage. Give up on finding love after your last relationship.

The relationships will only count if you get to become boyfriends or more and get to break up, divorce, cancel engagements or separate through other circumstances. 

Once you become an Adult, fall madly in love with a sim you meet in one of your work nights. This sim:

Must be an elder.

Must be visiting the lot you're at for the first time.

Must be super rich. 

Start a sugar-ish relationship with your love interest. Have them gift your sim money ($1,000 simoleons) everytime they see each other. You decide if they keep, donate or sell the gifts.

Break up with the love interest, but get back shortly after and get into a serious relationship.

Only then, start working on the soulmate aspiration with this sim.

Move in with the elder sim only when you have a full romance bar.

If the elder sim has family, make them disapprove of your relationship together.

Wait a minute… isn't the story kind of repeating itself?

You decide what happens next ;)

[2000sangel]

I here you've never gotten a Sir Pentious request. What a coincidence, because I love Pentious and barely anyone writes for him. I'm starved 😭

Can I request some Sir Pentious x reader headcannons? Just general fluffy headconnons, how the 2 got together, what their relationship is like.

If not that is okay, thank you so much :)

Bestie, I literally flew to my desk when I saw this rq in my inbox. Technically they are closed but I really wanted to get something out for Pent because I was scrolling last night and noticed nobody writes for him??

Anyways, eat up!!

Sir Pentious x Reader Relationship Headcanons

In Hell

✭ You and Pentious were originally rivals, he didn’t loathe you as much as he did Alastor but he’d often challenge you to battles and you’d defeat him without fail. Things changes when the both of you got welcomed into Princess Charlie’s Hazbin Hotel; forced to make amends with each other and live together – with your room coincidentally ending up being the one next to his -, your opinion of each other quickly changed and you soon found out how much you really had in common.

✭ Now, you and Pentious can’t leave each other’s side. Or well, he can’t leave yours, with the excuse that he’s often cold and your body emanates the heat that he so much craves. This excuse often leads to the two of you sharing a bed, too, and you’ve come to find that he’s quite the cuddler! He loves nuzzling his face into your back and wrapping his arms around your waist, the lower part of his body also wrapped around one of your legs. This might be his favorite position, but as long as he’s close to you he doesn’t really mind which one you choose. At the beginning of your relationship he used to like feeling a bit more in control, always choosing to be the big spoon and to have your head against his chest, but with time one thing he’s learned about himself is that he’s...not all that dominant. He likes to be cuddled!

✭ He loves tea, and making it for you if you enjoy it too. Even better if it can be accompanied by cookies or pastries made by the two of you together! He’s grown quite fond of baking throughout his stay at the Hotel, and you absolutely adore watching him at work. Precise, neat, as if he was working on some kind of machinery; you guess the expertise he possesses in working on his inventions carried over in the kitchen.

✭ He also really enjoys compliments! He’s spent most of his time in Hell feeling like an utter failure, so whenever you compliment him it’s going to take a while for him to let it sink in and believe you. However he thinks that you’re the coolest and strongest demon around, so don’t think you can escape his compliments either!

✭ He loves calling you old-timey pet names; he will call you beloved, my dear, or even extra cheesy ones like the apple of his eye. His...multiple eyes... He also loves being called pet names by you, of course! If you call him things such as handsome he will outright melt.

The kisses shared between you are giggly and loving; your warm kisses are his home. While holding your face he’s always careful not to hurt you with his claws, opting to graze your skin gently. His hands might shake a little the first few times you kiss; just hold them and play with his fingers as he’s kissing you,

✭ Dates are a very serious thing for Sir Pentious! He loves getting dressed up for you, and seeing you getting dressed up for him. What he doesn’t love is the tedious search for a place that isn’t dangerous for you two to have your date at; Hell is not the perfect place for lovers. Once you’ve chosen your destination though, he’ll make sure to stay by your side all night, hissing at anyone who looks at you wrong.

In Heaven

✭ I wanted to dedicate some space to Angel Pentious too; if you do meet in Heaven, it would be through him getting assigned the house right next to yours. News spread fast and now everyone knows that one of Heaven’s newest residents used to be a demon down below. This would elicit stares and distrust from the other Angels, but you do believe that if he’s here now there must be a reason.

✭ So, as soon as you assume that he’s settled in, you show up at his door with a tray of freshly baked cookies. He welcomes you with a confused expression but, once he realizes your act of kindness, he quite literally bursts into tears. Cookies remind him of his friends, as they used to bake them together back in Hell...he misses their company so much, and now he’s finally got someone to keep him company in Heaven too. Little does he know that you’ll end up becoming his partner.

[leahsgf]

hello!! may i request a dating lottie matthews headcanons list? whenever you have the time!!🫶🩷

dating pre crash lottie matthews

pairings. pre!crash medicated lottie x reader

sorry i took some time away from writing! i’ll be working through requests again now, please bare with me!

also thank you so much for this req! i’m obsessed with all elements of lottie’s character we’ve seen so far - if anyone wants post!crash, adult lottie, or some nsfw headcanons let me know! will be more than happy to write anything you guys think of.

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lottie is just a ray of sunshine and her whole world just completely revolves around you.

her love language is gift giving, and her absolute favourite thing is to spoil you rotten and shower you in love and affection constantly.

making the most of her parents being away on trips and staying over pretty much every night.

she doesn’t get jealous easily as she trusts you, but she is incredibly protective over you. it’s everyone else she doesn’t trust, and the last thing she’d ever want is for you to be hurt. she would go to any length to prevent that from happening.

you officially own the title of passenger princess. even if you can drive, or something is in walking distance, she will drive you. she insists on it.

getting caught so much together in the locker room that there’s a ban put in place for being in there at the same time unless a game is on. it doesn’t stop you whatsoever.

she full on belly laughs at all of your so unfunny that they’re funny jokes. she loves to see you smile, she’d do anything to see it.

“your smile brings me so much joy i can’t even begin to explain”

one thing that will have her on her knees is you in her clothes. if she thought before that she couldn’t be any more obsessed with you, oh she was so wrong. you once put on her jersey by mistake and when i tell you you did not leave the house for three days.

you love to play with her hair or have her play with yours. you have to choose your moments wisely when you play with hers however as it sends her to sleep as if it’s on queue.

her being so clingy with you, you could literally be on your phone and have your attention redirected for ten minutes tops, and she’ll be dragging you onto her lap, a pout spread across her lips, before peppering kisses along your jaw to bring your attention back to her.

(it was never not on her)

no matter how long you’d been together, she still made you so ridiculously nervous, butterflies swarming inside of you whenever she did as little as blinking in your direction. she finds it unbelievably adorable and uses it to her advantage - teasing you at any given opportunity.

you both love baking together but are collectively horrible in the kitchen. the entire team has had to face the aftermath of your many attempts multiple times. jackie still can’t enjoy cupcakes the same.

the pair of you never shying away from your struggles or hiding them. you are eachother’s biggest supporters and will love one another unconditionally, through everything life may throw at you.

despite going on many, many extravagant dates together, to the most high end restaurants imaginable, the time treasured most together are the quiet, intimate moments that you share.

reading together late at night whilst tucked up in bed. your fingers gently trailing through her hair, silently listening as she reads to you, voice hushed and full of impending sleep.

walking together. your fingers intertwined constantly and your shoulders brushing ever so slightly as you walk, the need for words never once felt - a simple look or tiny change in body language being conversation enough. her thumb caressing your hand lightly to ease the slightest twinge of anxiousness when she knew you needed it.

stargazing together! it had always been something that had fascinated you and therefore, lottie made it her life mission to learn every fact known to mankind about it, to reel off to you in soft whispers as your head lays on her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

sleeping and waking up together, the hushed breaths and feather light touches, and the tracing of features when one of you were awake before the other. unconsciously curling into each other and being interwoven together, because even when asleep,

you are both so in love.

oh and lottie in bed? if you started talking about that you don’t think you’d ever stop.

[andi-dromeda]

So this an edit for my combat child au. Basically I asked myself how many Pokémon protagonists could I squish into each other and ended up with Combat Child (Leaf, Lyra, Rosa, Gloria, Juliana), Ethan (who is also Cheren, Lucas, Elio, Calem), Hero (Hilbert, Trace, Victor, Florian), Moon (Selene, May, Serena), and then Dawn is just Akari. She’s the most normal. Other protagonists also are important like Hilda, Nate, Elaine, Chase and Kris. Rip to Brendan ig.

The basics of Combat Child is that she grew up in a simulation, woke up in the future but to her that was her present, then got dumped by Celebi into the past and realised she aged way slower than other humans. She was ten for one hundred years but she was still physically and mentally ten so she was running around committing crimes and beating up people twice her size as Combat Child. Then she ran into Ethan who through shenanigans got her to age normally and from there she ends up having to come to terms with mortality and finally having to grow up.

Another part is the protagonists with multiple names all have time/space powers. Combat’s is she can slow down time, Ethan’s is he can rewind time like reloading a video game, Hero’s is he can speed time up which he mostly uses to give himself super speed, Dawn’s is she can travel through time and space so when she met the pearl and diamond clans she had a hard time choosing between them, Moon’s is she can manipulate space but specifically only her and the other timey-wimey kids aka she can shapeshift and then there is one more timey-wimey kid but they’re a secret for now.

To sum up their personalities in a few words:

⭐️ Combat is a freak gremlin child who’s favourite hobbies are martial arts, vigilantism, helping other kids and fighting rich guys. Her main motivation in life is running from all her problems and destroying anyone who reminds her of Lysandre.

⭐️ Ethan is a child of divorce with severe identity issues who goes to literally space and back for his friends. He’s one of the more responsible ones of the group but just bc he’s normal compared to them, doesn’t mean he’s actually normal. He became a teacher when he was 14, a lab assistant when he was 15 and then an Interpol agent when he was 16. Him and Combat are ride or die for each other but also disagree a lot as I’m sure you could guess.

⭐️ Hero was dumped from the past into the present so he’s the opposite of Combat. Unlike Combat who gave up on getting back to the future, Hero desperately wants to go home. He’s fairly chill and likes to go with the flow but since all his friends’ flows are nuts, he ends up acting nuts too. To be fair tho, before he met any of them he fought eternatus on the original darkest day so it’s not like he’s not reckless too. For the most part he’s content to do whatever Combat’s up to whenever he isn’t looking for a way home. He likes pranks and mischief but equally enjoys slacking off. His favourite hobby tho is cooking/baking. Which is great bc the other two people he lives with are Combat who cooks like Yor from Spy x family and Watcher (Looker’s sister I made up) who only eats healthy. If she could survive purely off of protein powder and kale she would.

⭐️ Moon is chaotic too but her brand of chaos is different to Combat’s. She’s known about her powers all her life and mostly uses them to run off and explore as much as she can. She loves to prank people with her powers but most of all loves exploring and Pokémon. She’s a dare devil and going to ultra space which was basically a dream come true for her. The main thing that sets her apart from Combat is that whilst Combat has absolute blind confidence in herself for the most part and it takes a lot for her to realise she was wrong, Moon’s a bit insecure. She likes to play characters instead of herself because she’s scared that when she isn’t performing she’s boring or annoying.

⭐️ Dawn was a normal girl, living a normal life until she became champion of the Sinnoh region. Then Arceus dropped her into the past to go fix things and she’s forced to learn her powers and save the world… again. She’s more of a reluctant hero than the others. If the worlds in danger, of course she’s going to save it. She’s a good person. She’s just more likely to complain about constantly having to save the world. Like in a Percy Jackson way. Her main motivation is she wants to live a normal life however, she can’t live a normal life if the world’ destroyed so she’ll do what she has to to be a normal girl who just so happens to be a contest star, the Sinnoh champion and Arceus’ chosen.

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

IOTA Reviews: Destruction

Well, I'm finally back. After saying some pretty stupid things about four months ago, I'm ready to get back in the saddle and review the rest of Season 5. And honestly, it's kind of funny that as soon as I announce a hiatus, we get an influx of new episodes that, for the most part, were actually in chronological order. So I'm going to have to play keep up and review all the episodes I missed, which is about fourteen of them.

So let's just dive right in and get into the third (chronologically the third) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fifth season: Destruction

We start off with Marinette looking over the Ladyblog reminding the audience that Monarch still has all the other Miraculous. While Alya gets her some tea, we get a nice little bit of visual storytelling showing how nervous Marinette is when she sees a video of Alya telling Ladybug and Cat Noir to be careful. Even if Alya already knows Marinette is Ladybug, it's easy to see the pressure she's going through now that the odds are stacked against her and Cat Noir.

We then cut to... Good lord, how many times do I have to say this? We cut to Gabriel monologuing to Emilie's corpse, saying he's totally going to get the Miraculous for realsies this time. He actually thinks of something smart and decides to order Orikko, the Rooster Kwami, to give him the power to travel in time again. Instead, we get one of the most confusing explanations for how the Miraculous work, and totally isn't something the writers made up to justify how overpowered they made the Rooster.

Oh goody, not even two minutes in, and the writers are already retconning stuff to justify the conflict happening.

First off, you can't grant a power that belongs to another Kwami? Then how the hell did Rooster Bold multiply Ladybug's Lucky Charm at the end of Season 4? That wasn't a form of creation? Even if you go along with the dialogue saying it was a form of multiplication, that still won't fly because the Mouse Miraculous already has the power of Multiplication, and Polymouse was part of the team during that episode. Also, what about Caprikid, who can also create stuff with Genesis? Is that not creation either? And does this rule apply to just the Rooster, or all Miraculous? Because all the way back in Season 1, we got three separate Akumas with the powers of other Miraculous (Copycat, Antibug, Volpina), and in Season 3, we got an Akuma with the ability to copy a Miraculous user's powers (Chameleon) and a Sentimonster copy of a different Miraculous user (Ladybug).

Second, mind explaining what exactly the difference between a power and a wish is? It was already confusing when Astruc explained it, and you repeating the “explanation” isn't clearing anything up at all.

What even is the difference between a power and a wish when the Rooster literally gives you the power to get any power you choose? That was literally how Rooster Bold described it in “Penalteam”.

Rooster Bold: Actually, my power is to choose a super ability, and I choose to score a ball anytime I shoot.

How is asking for the power to score a goal in soccer whenever you shoot the ball anything but a wish?

Okay, fine, the phrasing of wanting to locate the Miraculous of Ladybug and Cat Noir can be seen as a demand, not a power, but there are plenty of ways to work around it here. You could ask for the power to teleport certain objects to you when you're near them. You could ask for the power to sense the energy of the Kwamis associated with each Miraculous. You could ask for the power to teleport to any place you know a Kwami has been, like where the Miracle Ball is. These can all be powers and not wishes.

Finally, you already broke the rule about not being able to disrupt the powers of other Miraculous a while ago, as there have already been Akumas and Sentimonsters specifically created to fight Miraculous users (Miraculer, Kwamibuster, Ephemeral, Strikeback).

I get it, the writers needed a way to explain why Gabriel couldn't use the Rooster Miraculous to automatically win, but they wouldn't need to resort to these mental gymnastics if they didn't give the Rooster the power to use any power the user wanted.

Gabriel decides to get to Ladybug another way, by ordering the Kwamis to reveal Ladybug's identity, but because Ladybug never technically renounced their Miraculous, they can't tell him thanks to the failsafe that prevents Kwamis from revealing their holder's identity, something previously established in “Sandboy”. Gabriel has another idea: He makes the Kwamis tell him where the Guardian lives. This is honestly a really clever battle of wits here. If they did something like this when explaining why the Rooster had limits, I don't think I'd be as harsh to the use of that Miraculous as I normally am.

Marinette tries to go to sleep to get the recent events off her mind for now, but Monarch, currently unified with the Butterfly, Horse, Bee, and Turtle Miraculous, breaks in using Voyage. He asks for a “gift” Ladybug gave her, since the Kwamis didn't tell Monarch she's Ladybug. Monarch takes out the Bee Miraculous' top, essentially holding Marinette at gunpoint while she tries to get the “gift” for him. It's a very tense scene with the main hero in a helpless situation... so obviously, we need to throw in some Unfunny Marinette Slapstick to ruin the mood. It's brief, but I still don't get why the writers think this is the only kind of stuff they can tell jokes with.

Rather than a killer robot belonging to the Deathgalians, the “gift” is a key. Since the Kwamis technically don't know the Guardian's address, she supposedly set up a treasure hunt for them to follow in case they get lost. As Marinette lies about Ladybug not trusting her that much, Alya comes in with some tea and snacks. Monarch assumes Alya knows who Ladybug is, and right after he demands she tell him, Alya decides to cancel him on social media—I mean, broadcasts Monarch in Marinette's room, potentially exposing him to the world. Monarch simply breaks the phone and takes the key, breaking the Ladybug-themed keychain to reveal a piece of paper with a little note on it.

You know, if I actually knew anything about The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy other than the significance of that number, I'd be all over this.

The number is actually the same one as a locker at the local ice rink, so Monarch uses Voyage again (even though he didn't recharge) to teleport there. Philippe, a figure skating teacher, assumes that Monarch is there for a skating lesson, and then takes a selfie with the dangerous supervillain. You know, Monarch, it's late at night, and there don't seem to be any witnesses. Just saying...

After opening the locker, Monarch finds another piece of paper with a picture of a wax statue of Cat Noir and the word “street”, making him realize the papers contain an address. Monarch heads to the Musée Grévin, a real life wax museum that we first saw in “Puppeteer 2”, and even has wax statues of Ladybug and Cat Noir on display whose creation was overseen by Thomas Astruc and Jeremy Zag themselves.

No joke here. I just thought that was really cool.

Monarch breaks into the exhibit with the in-universe statues of Ladybug and Cat Noir, only to reveal the entire treasure hunt was a trick to corner him. Ladybug ties Cat Noir's hand to Monarch's arm and uses her Lucky Charm, some kind of fire hose, to tie him up while the doors of the exhibit are locked down.

So Monarch is pinned down, and with one wrong move, he's as good as dead if he tries to escape. Obviously, Ladybug learned from her mistakes in “Evolution”, and now, she's going to take back all of Monarch's Miraculous.

… And now she's going to take back all of Monarch's Miraculous.

… And now she's going to take back all of Monarch's Miraculous.

And NOW she's going to take back—Okay, you know where this is going.

Yeah, I'm not making this up when I say it takes 84 seconds, over a minute, to for Ladybug to explain her plan, once again say they're going to take Monarch's Miraculous, and casually stroll over to slowly take away the Butterfly Miraculous before Monarch decides to let Cat Noir Cataclysm his arm so the ensuing shock gives him the chance to use Voyage to teleport back. ARE. YOU. KIDDING ME?!

You had him right there, you idiot! After you failed to take back more than a single Miraculous because you kept saying you were going to do it, you decided to waste time gloating like this was a Sherlock Holmes novel. Even in Scooby-Doo, they usually saved the explanations for after the monster was unmasked, which you should have done with Monarch.

It's framed as a crushing defeat for the heroes, but it only happened because they spent their time screwing around instead of nabbing every Miraculous littered across Monarch's body. Also, check out Cat Noir's response to accidentally Cataclysming Monarch.

Yeah, funny how you didn't act this way when you assumed Scarabella was a threat in “Hack-San”, isn't it? And spoilers for the next episode, he doesn't exactly let this affect him or the way he operates the next time he uses his Cataclysm on an Akuma.

Because Monarch ran off with Ladybug's Lucky Charm, Ladybug can't fix the damage, so neither of them really know what's going to happen to Monarch now. We then cut back to Marinette and Alya, where Marinette explains her plan... which is kind of redundant since the whole reason Monarch got away was because she took the time to explain it in the first place. Yeah, she explains the reasoning for it and how she prepared, but there's no reason for her to go into detail about this plan when we already saw it in action. She seriously explains all of this for almost four minutes, and I'm pretty sure it's just to pad the runtime.

We then cut to, of all things, Adrien telling Gabriel he doesn't want to model anymore. Yeah, in a pretty clever twist, this episode actually takes place during the events of “Multiplication”. We see that during that scene, Gabriel was still reeling from the Cataclysm wound, which somehow managed to go through his super suit and mark his skin.

And remember that suit that somehow manages to make him look like he has the worst traits of Colonel Sanders, Steve Jobs, and the Tumblr sword lady? That was to cover up the wound and go with his new Miraculous. Because yeah, a bright white suit is the perfect way to hide a dark purple splotch on your skin. Somehow, Gabriel managed to use some lasers to break down the Miraculous (even though “Queen Wasp” established they were indestructible without a Cataclysm as the exception) and through his new partnership with Tomoe, turned them into the high-tech Alliance rings he can use to safely channel the powers of each Kwami through. Also, he finally shut them up by putting them in cages where they can't fight back. All of this is building up to Gabriel transforming into his new Monarch form for the first time. Yeah, the Monarch we saw for the first three episodes? That was just the prototype meant to look ridiculous, so obviously, this one's going to look better, right? Well...

Yeah, this somehow looks worse. The purple bodysuit just doesn't look menacing, and once again, the skin being purple doesn't make sense. Also, I don't even know why the eyes are blue. It honestly looks like a worse version of Oblivio, but at least with Oblivio, the basic design was intentional. There's just too much purple, and it doesn't look as stylish as Hawkmoth's original design.

And of course, this means I have more jokes to make about his appearance.

He looks like a walking fiber supplement, and not kind you take orally.

Gabriel, you know you don't have to wear your swim cap outside of the pool, right?

Remember when the worst thing about Gabriel's villain form was the feather monocle? I miss those good times...

I wonder if this means Gabriel smells like grapes now.

My God, Gabriel's become an Anacondrai cultist, and a really stupid-looking one at that!

It's bad enough that the Rooster Miraculous' power makes no sense, but it can't even give Gabriel the power to have better sense of fashion?

Wait a minute, that's just a giant crayon!

This form looks like what would happen if you could wear a type of wine.

Okay, I know cartoon reboots are the hottest thing right now, but who the hell was asking for a reboot of the California Raisins commercials?

You know, it'd be funny if Gabriel's favorite color wasn't even purple.

When Gabriel said he was planning on cosplaying as a Klingon, I didn't think he meant the Klingons from Discovery.

Nothing says “sinister supervillain” like a suit that's the same shade as a ripe eggplant.

It's sad that this new form was upstaged by the main villain of The Owl House possessing a teenager wearing a wolf shirt a few days before this episode originally aired.

Just remember, Gabriel destroyed the other Miraculous to achieve this form.

Wow, this form looks just as badass and menacing as Kamen Rider Horobi... in that it exists, and has a slightly similar color scheme.

The more forms Gabriel gets, the more I hate the color purple.

From what I've heard, the Monster High reboot gave one of the main characters pink skin for some reason. To the people who are upset at the change, be glad she doesn't look as ridiculous as Gabriel does now.

So is this what happens when a chameleon only knows how to camouflage with a single color?

Even Dark Truder would think this guy looks like a dork.

He looks less like a supervillain and more like a caterer for a color-themed wedding.

Just when you thought the MCU had the absolute worst incarnation of the Mandarin (the Ben Kingsley one, not whatever Shang-Chi did with the character's magic rings).

This form looks like the kind of clothes used to test the power of stain removers during a commercial.

Okay, come on, guys. What does Gabriel's new form actually look like? This can't seriously be the final draft, right?

I'm pretty sure this form counts as a crime against anyone who likes the color purple.

This looks like one of the few disguises Robbie Rotten wouldn't wear.

To paraphrase Bill Corbett, “Gabriel, you sold us out to Big Prune, man!”

Apparently, Gabriel's eyes were originally going to be purple too, but he thought that would make him look stupid.

But again, the funniest joke is the fact that Gabriel thinks he somehow looks cooler in this form. Anyway, the episode ends with Monarch saying that he's totally going to beat Ladybug and Cat Noir this time and that he won't be fooled again, even though he’s barely gotten close to his goal after four seasons (not counting the recent victory that was given to him thanks to Felix).

Anyway, this episode was just okay. There honestly wasn't that much for me to talk about, as the plot was pretty straightforward and answered some questions as to why Monarch can't easily win now that he's arguably the most powerful he's ever been. Admittedly, the problems lie more in how those questions are answered, like how the writers went out of their way to explain why the Rooster Miraculous is the definition of having the power to do whatever the plot needs it to do and not do.

Ladybug's plan was also pretty clever, and while I chided her for letting Monarch escape, unlike the other times she failed to take action when she had the chance, I'm more willing to let this time slide. Sure, her explanation took long enough for Monarch to weigh the pros and cons of seriously hurting himself if it means he can live to fight another day, but sort of like the fight between Dr. Watts and General Ironwood in RWBY, neither Ladybug or Cat Noir really thought Monarch would go through with damaging his arm like that. They were in a position of power, and thought they had won. If the scene ended with Ladybug belittling herself for being overconfident instead of just moping about how Monarch escaped again, this whole setup could have worked more.

One thing I thought was pretty weird was that despite being titled after the concept his Miraculous is based on, Cat Noir barely gets to do anything here. Okay, sure, the title of “Destruction” could refer to the fact that Monarch was wounded by the power of destruction, but he doesn't get any scenes after Monarch escapes. You could have easily thrown in a scene where Adrien was sitting in his room and talking to Plagg about what happened, potentially even calling back to what happened with Uncanny Valley in the New York Special. But instead, I guess the writers thought it would make more sense for Ladybug to take even longer to explain her plan to the viewers who didn't understand it the first time it was explained to them.

Overall, this is easily the least offensive episode of the season so far. The problems I have with it are very minor compared to ones I had with the previous two episodes.

THE BIGGEST IDIOT OF THE EPISODE IS... XUPPU

Ever since Season 4, the Kwamis have all been relegated to annoying little mascots with the combined intellect of a kindergarten student, but Xuppu in this episode really took this to a new level. He generally kept screwing around even when he was basically being held hostage, and while the other Kwamis at least tried their best to calmly explain why Gabriel couldn't use the Rooster to get everything he wanted, he just went on this condescending little tangent about how simple the rules are for Gabriel. I get it's in his personality to be mischievous, but it was pretty dumb how he didn't seem to be taking things seriously.

While it might seem like Marinette should have won the award, I'm grading these characters based on their actions throughout the episode. Basically, if a character does something smart, it “deducts” points from their overall actions. For example, if Cat Noir did something reckless in a later episode when he came up with a pretty smart plan to defeat an Akuma early on, both actions would be balanced out, and it would be less likely that he would get the Biggest Idiot Award. Therefore, someone like Xuppu is more likely to get the award instead.

[tadpolebrains]

Heyy it's me again! Can I ask for another headcanon? I love your writing SOOO MUCH

So, in my Astarion romance play through the possible answer "maybe you need a friend rather than a lover" hit me and I was wondering, what about Astarion with a Tav who slowly becomes his best friend, making him realize that friendship exists? I dunno how to explain it better, just Astarion and Tav being BFF!

Thank you in advance, hope you're doing ok and drinking enough water <3

Hello again! :D

TYSM dhdhdh <33. And this did just make me go grab water so yup drinking well. That line you’re talking about- I really wish there was some way to choose it in game and then maybe after defeating Cazador get together once he’s in a more stable mindset. But welp, we take what we can get

Anywho, let’s do this

Tav & Astarion Besties

• Tav starts doing little things on the road for him, and it drives Astarion crazy at first as he tries to repay each and every little deed so he never falls in their debt

• They make sure he has some dead animal to feed on at night if they aren’t comfortable with offering their neck themself. They offer to fix his hair since he can’t see himself in the mirror. They just… want to hang out with him. And that confuses him to no end, because surely they’re expecting something in return

• So he tries flirting. Seducing. But they just chuckle at his advances or jokingly flirt back in a way that makes him question if they’re being serious or not

• Suffice to say, he’s baffled in the beginning

• After a bit of his advances clearly falling short, Astarion is at a loss. Because he doesn’t know what he can offer them if not for his body. Doesn’t understand what they want from him

• Then the Araj encounter happens, and they back him up. Support his autonomy. And… Astarion starts to realize that maybe they don’t want something from him

• Maybe, after all these years, he’s found someone good. And he can’t tell if he hates that or is relieved

• Still, he clarifies with them, and when they say that he truly just needs a friend, and they want to be that friend… he needs time to adjust

• He still reverts to teasing or lightly flirting, but over time chuckles with them at a corny line or bad pun he’s made. He finds it liberating, to joke about something he’d relied on for so long. To be allowed to find it cheesy

• They help him get used it saying ‘no.’ Start by just asking absurd things of him to get him to scoff and incredulously turn them down. The word feels less foreign on his tongue after a while

• Astarion would get in the habit of saying ‘no’ before doing something anyway. He likes how the words sounds. Tav asks him to pick up something they dropped? “No, darling, get it yourself” as he proceeds to grab it for them regardless.

• Friendly insults and banter. Astarion would enjoy having someone to fire back and forth insults with without it meaning anything.

• Gossip. You just know that once they’re close enough, Astarion would enjoy leaning over to whisper little gossipy comments into someone’s ear. “Oh, gods. The man two seats to our right has the hair of a straw broom. We best stay away, lest he shed on us.”

• Inside jokes. Astarion has always relished in causing a bit of havoc and confusion, so making Tav randomly burst out laughing by making a comment in the middle of camp that no one else understands is highly entertaining for him. Especially if they couldn’t possibly explain why it’s so damn funny

• Just… having a person to sit in silence with sometimes. Especially at night, if he’s had a nightmare. He doesn’t want pity. He just needs to lay eyes on another living being for a while. Tav has woken up multiple times to him watching them sleep.

• Eventually, getting used to small points of physical contact. High fives. Fist bumps. Astarion doesn’t understand the point of such gestures, but still has to stifle a smile whenever Tav bugs him into giving them a high five.

• Talking him out of ascension. Tav being living proof that there’s more to people than wanting to use him for his body or affections. Proof that he can have a life surrounded by close friends, and that he can be a good friend

• They’d still visit his grave together. It’s something he needs another person there for, since he doesn’t even know how he’ll react to seeing it after so long.

• Astarion sewing up patches in Tav’s clothing. Or fussing over their hair. Using the excuse of “we’ll be seen in public together, and I cannot be seen with someone who looks like they’ve crawled out of a sewer. Your appearance is part of my public image.”

• Tav running after him when the sun begins to burn him again. Sitting with him until the sun goes down, knowing him well enough not to mutter any reassurances that may be taken as pitying. Sitting there in silent solidarity and offering a hand for him to hold should he want it.

• If they don’t end up near each other, writing letters and visiting often. Always bringing random little trinkets that he’d complain about taking up space or being a pain to carry around, but keeps protectively

• Joining him to search for a cure to his vampirism later down the line.

[meatball-headache]

So I've been playing Icarus lately, and I'm really enjoying it. It scratches a lot of itches!

Here's the thing—see, you make your character, and you level up. The crux of the game—as far as I'm concerned—is the Missions, where you have a fresh start every time, and then you have a long time limit to do something substantial. Twenty-four hours to gather 300 carrots and pumpkins, and 1000 leather and fur. Your levels persist on your character, and with levels you unlock new blueprints, like any survivacraft game, but also there's a skill tree. My understanding is you can get all blueprints on every character, but you have to choose wisely for your skills, so you have to spec into certain abilities. Maybe this guy has a bonus to bow damage and stealth, maybe this guy has reduced building costs and faster repair.

And that's... like, I don't want to go through my whole emotional history with gaming (not at the moment, anyway...) but this is perfect. On one hand, you have one character, all your eggs in one basket. With the skill tree, you can't have all the eggs, but it means your character can have personality with regards to their abilities. And you can create multiple characters, don't worry. You complement one another if you play multiplayer, and there's a separate solo skill tree to help you out when you play alone. So, you have one character that you can keep working on. I like that.

But, with the missions, every time you play, you start fresh. You pick up your sticks and leaves and make a grass hut, then pick up a rock and make a crude axe, then cut down a tree and make a crafting bench, and so on and on until you're making a fabrication station that's spitting out titanium screws for your biofuel reactor. You start playing Valheim and work your way to No Man's Sky. And when the mission's over, you extract and... leave it all behind.

When I was younger, I had a habit of starting over in games. I'd get far in a JRPG, and then I'd yearn for the beginning when I had one party member, I did single-digit damage, and I knew exactly how many potions I had and how many monsters I needed to fight. And, when things were easier, let's be honest. So I'd keep starting over. When I was older, there were Dark Souls and Bloodborne games, and with those, you have one character and you just keep leveling and growing them, or things like GTA Online and Red Dead Online, where you just play around. (Of course I prefer online; you can create your own character and there's no story to distract you from screwing around!)

Icarus really kind of hits both notes. I keep leveling up my character and progressing through the skills trees. And whenever I do a mission, I start fresh from zero and I have the charm of a clean beginning. "This time I'm going to make the campfire first and then go gather materials to make a bed . . . " or something.

But there's one other element, because the missions pay you with currency, which I call rubles—there's a lot of bears, so I feel like the game must be Russian?—and with rubles you can unlock and buy permanent items. Well, I say "permanent," but if you don't bring them back when you return from a mission, they're lost on the planet forever. So if you do missions, grind for rubles, you can unlock some good stuff, so next time you start a mission, rather than being naked and having to pick up sticks and stones, you can land with carbon fiber armor, advanced oxygen modules, and a shotgun. Combined with some advanced skills, you go from starting a mission naked and afraid, to starting a mission armed and dangerous.

The end result is a pretty good survival game—tree-chopping and rock-mining animations are very satisfying, and having to manage not just hunger and thirst but also oxygen is interesting—combined with a satisfying MMO grind. Not to mention, missions will take you days—some have a time limit of 7 real-life days, and that's 7 days of playtime, not just a normal weekly time limit. So this 1-day mission I'm currently on, I've been doing it for like four days. (I'm also doing it on permadeath mode, so, the rubles are doubled but so is the tension.)

A lot of games have you "start fresh" with each mission. Consider Apex Legends or PUBG or Fortnite or whatever, where you drop in with nothing and have to find stuff. Consider Escape from Tarkov or Dark and Darker, where you do your dungeon runs where you either start with only the basics, or risk your hard-earned gear. But with these, a round will last, what, twenty minutes? Well, I know in Dark and Darker you can go several rounds in, so it's a little longer, but still, that's nothing compared to Icarus's days-long missions. I mean, my mission is to gather 300 pumpkins. What do you think I'm going to do, run around and pick them up real quick? No, I had to build a house, a bed, storage crates, cooking fire—and all this near a water source—and then I made a shovel and sickle and planted a pumpkin farm. Meanwhile, bears and wolves are attacking all the damn time, and my house is constantly being annihilated by storms, and I need to find food and water and oxite, the "miracle" oxygen-bearing rock you can find on Icarus.

Compared to Valheim, Nightingale, and No Man's Sky... I think I like Icarus best. In terms of goals, grinding my character and pursuing the rubles rewards feels the most fun. In terms of gameplay, like I said, I really like how you have to break down trees and rocks—you don't just go knock down a tree and have it, it's an ordeal, and mining an entire boulder can take an entire game day. Combat... well, they're all kind of iffy. But I'm sniping the fuck out of dudes with my bow right now, and I could never hit shit in the other three at all.

Anyway, my point is... this is a really enjoyable game. If you like survival crafting but want some long-term grind and rewards, this one's a maybe.

[blissfullyapillow]

Hello, this is somewhat-a-tsundere-anon! I’m back for another matchup request. (Seriously, they are so addicting for my delusions. You can’t do this to me D: )

Recently, I’ve been playing a bunch of Honkai: Star Rail so I’d to add the males of this game as an option along with the usual order (aka Genshin males). Choose whatever you feel like writing!

HSR men I’m majorly simping for: Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Argenti, Luocha, Imbibitor Lunae, Jing Yuan, Caelus, Gepard.

Of course, take your time and you have the right to ignore this request. I hope you have a good day/night! <3

Signed,

~Somewhat-a-Tsundere-anon~ 💕

Notes: We meet again my lovely anon~ lol I always love seeing your name pop up in my inbox! Always a pleasure to write a matchup for you Somewhat-a-Tsundere-anon 

♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ Song here~! 

Masterlist

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

I match you with: Luocha

Credits: @blissfullyapillow

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You two are definitely a power couple in my opinion. He absolutely gets a kick out of your brutal honesty and if anything he encourages it.

He has no qualms about being on the receiving end, he appreciates someone who can be upfront without beating around the bush.

He may or may not have joked about putting you in his coffin on multiple occasions, only to feel appallingly nonplussed when you use it as motivation for writing one of your stories. 

You both are the biggest menaces together. Instead of encouraging you to resist your impulsive thoughts he encourages them and will even assist you. You have to take extra precautions to restrain yourself around him because he will not discourage you. 

Initially, his demeanor surprises you. He’ll act all cool and reserved, only to slip a flower in your hair. You never feel it or even see it until you return home and find your reflection staring back at you, with a new addition adorning your hair.

The only time you’ll receive his honest disapproval is when you’re being too hard on yourself, rebut his compliments, or refuse to hold his hand (he genuinely becomes pouty and upset). Despite his obvious qualms (if you don’t hold his hand) he’ll respect your decision and will make it his personal mission to lift your mood before the day's end. 

He’s one for spontaneous trips around the universe, if you’re up to it that is. If not, his final destination at a day’s end will always be by your side, unless he’s away and time does not permit it. In those cases, expect to be spammed via text. Constantly. Throughout the day. You’ve chastised him for this more often than not, only to get a smug little emoji in reply.

He’ll be head over heels for you if you volunteer to take care of his hair. Even if you simply ask to brush it, he’ll jubilantly sit before you and close his eyes as you focus on the task at hand. 

He’s always fast asleep by the end of it, especially if you spend time combing your fingers through his blonde strands. 

Oddly good at keeping you at bay and easing your worries. 

If he’s feeling a little playful he may purposefully give you convoluted directions so he can watch you struggle to find your way. Not for long though! He’ll eagerly offer to help you find your destination, fully knowing there was no way you’d be able to clearly understand his directions. (Seriously, what does “The door on your right side before your left, after the fourth door past the third window” even mean!?)

He may not initially indulge in overly romantic gestures with you, but if you show obvious approval of them then he’ll go out of his way to do those gestures for you to show you that he cares.

Shockingly really soft with you, guiding you gently whenever you show signs of panic and/or concern about a situation. Offers the best advice as well, very wise and learned through his many experiences (some he may hesitate to divulge).

Together you two make for an adorable couple. Depending on the day you are easily the biggest headache for the people around you, but it’s charming and endearing in its own right so 98% of the time you two get away with it.

When you don’t?

Luocha’s got the both of you covered. You believe the coffin he carries around contributes to his outstanding persuasion skills.

ᐟᐟ☆₊˚⊹⋆

“And why do you believe I had anything to do with it?” Luocha hums, his obvious satisfaction radiates from him in waves; from his relaxed shoulders to the lazy way his eyes meet yours.

He’s currently situated in front of you, his head resting comfortably in your lap as you play with the long strands of his silky hair.

“Because I know you. All of those crazy things happened after you arrived on the Luofu and–” A sharp glint in his eyes and a lazy smirk are enough to steal all the air from your lungs.

You remain silent, choosing to admire his hair to avoid his knowing gaze.

“You’re as smart as I give you credit for. That’s my girl..” His words sound akin to a cat’s satisfied purr, and it takes everything in you to not combust on the spot.

“Th..Thank you…” You murmur the words as you finally meet his gaze once more. He winks at you, motioning with his hands to lower your head. 

You oblige, only to emit a sound of surprise when his lips press firmly against yours.

Your eyes close as you relish the warmth that floods your body; his hand reaches up to gently brush his thumb against your cheek before he pulls away.

“I believe it’s well into the night now. Would you indulge me?” You’re a little confused, but with a swift nod of confirmation Luocha wastes no time in sitting up, changing positions so you now lie in his arms. 

“Thank you.” The words are whispered against the shell of your ear before he leans back, bringing you with him. 

You two wind up falling asleep in that position.

Just as Luocha planned it. 

Dedicated to,

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ somewhat a tsundere anon ⁺˚⋆｡

[estranhossonhos]

It's obviously not a requirement I look for, whenever I meet someone (friends, bf/gf, doesn't matter - I mean people I want to keep around and nourish a relationship with); but I would love to have a significant other with this kind of mindset. That cooks with joy, plans every mealtime with ease, and feeds on other people's reactions to their food. In fact, whenever I get invited to eat at someone's house, and they complain that the food didn't turn up how they envisioned, or state that «it's nothing fancy» - oh, you have no idea how moments like this warm my body, heart and soul. And I wish I was writing all of this out of nostalgia, with that magical, slow-motion like remembrance about everyone gathered around a table, enjoying themselves, talking, laughing, ... but for me, it goes beyond that.

tw: mental health + unhealthy eating patterns

I try not to feel ashamed by confessing this, but I can't help but notice how people look at me weird. It's such an automated/basic thing everyone does, and I can't do it? «What do you mean? You need food to live, yet you can't cook nor do the groceries? ». Not quite, but I do need a whole day to do it, and a few days in advance to get myself ready for this mundane task. You see, my brain shuts off whenever I look at what's inside my fridge or pantry - if there's even anything in there to begin. I simply cannot put combine ingredients like you do (and it's not due to lack of knowledge). And whenever I can, it will most likely become my go-to meal for the next few weeks. It's a logistical nightmare to even consider going out to the supermarket. Yes, I could order online - but that's another task on itself. 80% of the times this gets me so overstimulated that, I've ended up (discreetly, I hope) crying in public, on a few occasions.

Don't worry, it's not an everyday occurrence. And for better or for worse, I am too self-conscious and pragmatic for this bad habit to take over. But whenever my neurodivergent brain is going through the slumps (you know: those occasional rough patches that resurface every once in a while, sprinkled with anxiety and depression), I prefer to stay in bed, disassociate and lose track of time, with an empty stomach. Even though I merely switched that moment with another filled with more guilt and shame towards myself. And yes, that also includes going out to eat. That's why I (while trying to play it cool) usually choose what somebody else ordered, or what the waiter recommended. This way nobody suspects anything is wrong with me, right?

Now, if this all seems childish and overly dramatic, congratulations: you are a typical functioning human-being. Believe me when I say this: I feel the same way you do, whenever I hear myself complaining about this «first world problem». But unfortunately, this drains the little energy we have to navigate our daily lives as neurodivergent individuals in a neurotypical world. Especially for those with a very tight monthly budget, who live alone or share a place with people they are not close with. Just like you, I used to find unnecessary and environmentally unfriendly all of those pre-packed, peeled and/or frozen meals, veggies and fruits. Nowadays I am thankful whenever I find them, since they quite literally have saved my life multiple times. Chemicals? Not healthy? Never heard of them. I need fuel to get out of bed and to not rot away. And if that fuel is a frozen lasagne with a weird ingredient list, so be it. I promise I'll compensate in a near future, when I am mentally and physically out of the slump, and I feel capable of asking for help (if needed) or to mask myself again as a typical functioning human-being 💪 So, next time you catch yourself complaining about those «unhealthy and ready to eat meals» or any other «unnacessary invention» that promises to make someone's life easier: take a deep breath, question everything but always try to do it out of pure curiosity. This way you're always reach the correct answer, be apart of less judgemental world, with more acessibility, compassion and solidarity towards one another.

Cooking for you is my love language.

[teamsleep519]

Media and Information Literacy Entry #1 (18)

Whenever I think of my childhood, I always look back on the media I’ve consumed. For example, watching cartoons such as SpongeBob SquarePants and The Amazing World of Gumball was my way to unwind after a long day of doing addition. Once the weekend finally arrived, I would immediately beg my mom to unlock my iPad so I could play Minecraft all day. If I got bored, I would simply watch YouTube videos until I was forced to get off. Eventually though, I grew up. My time to relax had been reduced and my interest in those activities had waned. Not only that, but most of the media I see now involves corrupt leaders giving speeches and targeted harassment towards minorities. With all the negativity around, I can’t help but feel nostalgic for the days where I wasn’t aware of my surroundings; however, I refuse to let the media control me. Instead of spending my time mindlessly scrolling X, I will do an analysis on my media usage and the media itself and utilize my realizations to develop my character.

To begin, I frequently use X and Reddit to view content related to my interests such as music. If I have some leisure time, I usually play games or watch shows on Netflix to relieve my stress. On average, I spend about one to one-and-a-half hours consuming media on weekdays and five to six hours during the weekend. Although, I don’t do it all in one sitting. There are gaps in between to account for school and other responsibilities; however, those gaps only exist because I procrastinate. It has been a problem I’ve been struggling with for years, and my attempts to correct it have been unsuccessful due to my bad habits. Some of them include grabbing my phone after working for a few minutes and constantly checking Discord or Messenger. As a result, my work piles up, forcing me to sacrifice my sleep and my health in order to finish them. Another issue I have is the rise of bots and trolls. At this point, the dead internet theory is now a reality. I often see posts made by bots appear on X with the sole purpose of farming engagements. Consequently, I ended up becoming more wary of the info I’m reading. These posts usually contain simulated and formulaic scenarios involving a cheating partner or a sob story, making it easily discernible from real posts. Along with that, there are trolls spreading right-wing propaganda and disinformation. In order to combat this, I have adopted a “false until proven” mindset. As a rule of thumb, I do not believe any claims made on social media until I have researched it thoroughly and have found multiple reliable sources supporting it.

From something as small as sleeping late to as big as mass brainwashing, the media holds a lot of power over society. Although, it is up to us to choose whether or not we get overpowered by it. Through my observations, I have noticed that the way we interact with the media determines our behavior. For example, keeping things out of reach. After putting my phone far away from me, I have managed to continuously write for more than 30 minutes. The extra effort required to grab my phone deters me from doing it just to check my messages. In conclusion, we must carefully choose how we consume the media in order to positively influence and maintain our well-being.

[lifeofjohnn]

Sexual Q&A

SEXUAL Q&A

1. First kiss? Cant remember..

2. First time masturbating? Around 12ish?

3. First sex toy? Fleshlight

4. First kink tried? bdsm

5. First time doing oral? 16?

6. First time having sex? 16?

-Turn Ons

7. Biggest turn on? Eyes, submissive behaviour

8. Biggest turn off? Prostitution

9. Quickest way to get horny? Ask for permission, beg to service me.

10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on? Nothing is weird, just unique 🤪

11. Top 3 places to be touched? Abs, above underwear, lats.

12. Ultimate fantasy? Having a house full of submissive women that I can have fun with, preferably infront of my wife.

13. Do you like the idea of a three or moresome? Yes definitely, I could see myself pinning my wife to a chair while treating a few.

14. Do you send nudes? Do you like receiving them? Obligatory.

-Preferences

15. Sex or masturbation? Sex, prefer oral.

16. Spit or swallow? If you dont swallow, i choose where it ends up.

17. Cut or uncut dicks? -

18. Rough or sensual sex? Depends on mood.

19. Oldest person you’d sleep with? 50

20. Loud or quiet partners? If you are too loud, ill make you squeal. Too silent ill make you scream.

21. How much foreplay do you like? All day.

22. How much teasing do you like? Dont test me.

23. What is too big for you to take? -

24. Do you do hookups or only sleep with a partner? Preferably hookups.

25. How much kissing do you like during sex? When I decide to, not too much.

26. What’s the most attractive part of the body? Eyes, back, ass

-Location

27. Would you have sex in public? Yes

28. Last place you had sex? Bed.

29. Where would you most like to have sex? Spa.

30. Do you like spontaneous sex, or do you need to be in the mood? I can get in a good mood with some great eyes.

31. Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house? Definitely.

-Kinks

32. What’s your biggest kink? Dominating.

33. Are you okay with name calling in bed? Yes, call me master.

34. Would you do any BDSM? Yes..

35. Do you prefer to tie somebody up or be tied up? Tieing.

36. Do you like orgasm denial/forced orgasm? I decide whenever.

37. Do you like overstimulation?

38. Do you like having pain involved? Not really

39. Do you like biting/being bitten? Twilight is not for me.

40. Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it? Yes, thats what I like.

41. Do you have any strange or extreme kinks? No, not really.

42. Have any roleplaying preferences? Not that many no, willing to try.


-Masturbation

43. Do you own sex toys? How many? A few, about 3 for my self, more for my wife.

44. What do you masturbate to? My wife, other women.

45. How often do you masturbate? Not sure, not so often anymore.

46. How often do you use sex toys to masturbate? If I masturbate, I use them.

47. Do you masturbate with penetration? I penetrate.

48. Do you go for multiple rounds or settle at one or no orgasms? Settle at one, rest is just for pleasure.

-Oral

49. Do you enjoy giving oral? Sometimes!

50. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral? Recieving

51. What makes you orgasm the fastest when receiving oral? When you get eye-contact, when I can feel your saliva build up and it drips down..

53. Can you deepthroat? -


54. Do you like playing with your clit? If so how do you prefer to do it? -

55. What’s your breast size? -

56. How often do you go braless? -

57. Do you finger yourself? -

58. How familiar are you with your g-spot? -

59. Do you squirt? -

-Sex

60. How often do you do unprotected sex? 50/50

61. How loud are you in bed? Average.

62. Do you enjoy having nipples played with? No.

63. Do you like/dislike cum? Work to earn it.

64. How good are you at dirty talk? Pretty good.

65. Do you get sleepy after an orgasm? Depends


66. Do you trim, shave or leave pubic hair untouched? Prefer having it relativly short.

67. How do you prefer partners pubic hair? None / stubble

68. How many orgasms can you have in a day? 3-10

69. How many other people know your bra size? -

70. What do you wear to bed? Underwear / nothing

71. Any funny sex stories? I can name a few.

72. What food if any would you use during sex? Theres no time for that.

73. Would you give somebody a sex toy as a gift? Yes, the second perfect gift, the best gift would be to be my wifes cuckcake.

74. What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen? -

75. Do you often get horny in public? Sometimes.

76. Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom? Doubt it..

77. Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on? Yes, multiple times.

78. Do you have any friends you’d sleep with? I could name a few that would beg for it.

[jamiwrites98]

Oh, the Places We've Been!

In her visual memoir “Proud & Torn,” Bettina Fabos uses two particular methods to enhance her piece in a way that is both visually pleasing and keeps the readers interested, all without disrupting the flow. Enchanted by this, I used both methods in my own writing as well. The braided narrative intertwines multiple stories together, and the use of different fonts allows some distinction between each part. Fabos uses both of these in her memoir. In her piece, Fabos has interwoven bits of historical facts and her own family's personal experiences at those times. Further, the sections pertaining to her family's history rather than the history of Hungary are written in her own handwriting, which she had turned into a font. This gives it a bit more of an edge and really brings home the fact that it's a personal piece as well as a historical one.

“From Ari and Gyula’s point of view, their parents’ decision to send them to boarding schools to raise the family’s status was not working out as blissfully as planned.”

In this passage, Fabos is talking about her family history, specifically a decision that was made that would be regretted. In the next passage, she switches to talking about a decision that the Hungarian government made that would have similar results.

“AND here’s another decision that didn’t work out quite as planned: when the Hungarian government decided to collaborate with Germany to regain the lands it wanted so badly—another decision based on pride and status—it seemed like a smart move at the time. But the price of territory was a deeper relationship with Hitler.”

In my own essay, I attempted to weave almost three stories together. The first starts out with a day that happened just a week or so prior to writing the piece, wherein my best friend came to the campus to visit me. The other two stories involve me and this friend as well. We grew up together and are so similar that we are often mistaken for one another. Throughout the years, our lives have taken different courses and we’ve made different decisions, and yet they still parallel one another. It really is a story of our lives up until this point in time, weaved together through reckless decisions and finding one another again.

The different fonts are used to separate our childhood from the day we met up at the end of September. I chose a softer, less formal font for the backstory because it reflects a sort of innocence that we once had, free to choose how to act and how people see us. I would spend hours searching through fonts and trying to find the perfect one. Now, there are certain expectations, and I find myself automatically sticking to Times New Roman whenever I go to write something, for a class or just for myself. The goal is to show that the circumstances of our childhoods do not inherently determine our future and to show how two peoples’ lives can be so different yet so similar at the same time.

Oh, the Places We’ve Been!

It’s hot today. It’s the end of September, fall has officially started, and it’s almost 90 degrees. We’re sweaty, tired, and our feet hurt, but we can’t stop laughing as we reminisce. Shanah has come to visit this week, and I’ve missed her like crazy. Maggie the Malibu, her first car, has finally died. She’s in a different one now, and we’ve dubbed it Stacy. I don’t like Stacy as much, and I find myself longing for Maggie’s stained floors and sticky dashboard. Shanah passes me the bottle of apple juice she’s brought while I fiddle with the radio.

We’re seven years old. Mom brings us juice boxes, apple flavored, as we settle into my Bratz blow-up couch. The first Cheetah Girls movie is playing on Disney again today, and we’ve been looking forward to it the whole week. The couch squeaks under us as we squish together, elbows bumping against legs and droplets of apple juice flying this way and that. I’m dressed in purple because Chuchie is my favorite and she wears purple; Shanah is dressed in pink because Bubbles wears pink and she’s her favorite. Our hands come together, my left in her right, and we grasp each other tightly in anticipation. A delicious scent fills the air as my mom bakes her signature chocolate chip cookie bars. We whisper to each other quietly about how we wish Cora and Tatum were here, the other half to our own personal Cheetah Girls, and smile as the music starts playing.

I miss Maggie, but I can’t deny that Stacy is nicer. Maggie was old, beaten-up, broken down. Shanah has crashed her, rolled her, squished a dozen people inside of her, and she finally gave out. There was always food smashed in the floorboards and in the cracks of the seats, countless articles of clothing (mine, Shanah’s, Sam’s, Josalan’s, Joe’s… you get it) strewn about, and we were often afraid to open up the back hatch and see what was in the trunk, because God knows what we’ve chucked back there and how long it’s existed in that spot. Stacy is sleek, clean, and has working air conditioning!

We are eight years old. Her parents, Barbi and Christopher, are remodeling their kitchen. They ask us to choose the colors; she picks hot pink, I pick lime green. They regret leaving the decision up to us but laugh as they go along with it. In just a few days, the entire kitchen is a mess of green, pink, and white. We think it looks like watermelons, so we cut one up and eat it to celebrate. Two weeks after this day, Shanah’s at a birthday party for some cousin or other, and I’m home alone. I’m sitting in the living room, lights off, furiously tapping away as I try to catch Articuno, the Pokemon I’ve struggled with for hours now. My teeth grind together, frustration growing with every wasted Ultra Ball. I hear my mom come back in the house after her smoke break, but pay no mind as she comes in and flips on the “big light,” the chandelier that’s hung here for ages. The cushions dip down as my mother’s weight joins me on the couch, and her arms wrap around me as she says, “Jami, mommy has cancer, and she doesn’t have much time left.”

Soon I am accompanying my mother to the first of what will become many, many radiation and chemotherapy treatments. I’m missing school for this, and Shanah says she’ll make sure to bring me my homework when we get back. The hospital is in Iowa City. The drive takes an hour and a half, and I get carsick easily. I have my Gameboy, still trying to catch that damn legendary Pokemon. I don’t really know what cancer is or what it has to do with my mom, but she cries a lot, and I don’t like it when she cries. No one will explain anything to me, so I just keep my head down and play my game.

“I want you and your beautiful soul!” we scream rather than sing along with Jesse McCartney. It’s one of our favorites on our throwback playlist. My hand dangles out of the window, undulating in the wind. I’m pretty sure the sunglasses that she’s wearing are a pair of mine that I’ve been looking for, but I don’t care enough to bitch about it. She’s smiling while she sing-screams and she looks so much like her mother that I have to do a double-take. I jab her in the arm when I realize that she’s missed our turn; she just sticks out her tongue and turns the radio up.

We are nine years old. It’s raining when she knocks at my door and when I open it, tears are streaming down her face. She doesn’t say a word, just wraps her arms around me and sobs. I lead her to my room and seconds later my mom gets a phone call. It’s Barbi, wondering if Shanah is with us. My mom confirms this and says she’s welcome to stay here. I can hear Barbi through the phone; she’s crying too and says her dad (Shanah’s maternal grandfather, lovingly dubbed “papa”) died this morning. Shanah’s papa was important to her, so I just lay with her in my bed. It feels like she cries for hours, but the sniffles eventually stop and we watch Aristocats on my little television. She never talks about it again.

A few months later, my mom, brother, and I are on our way home from the school’s Christmas recital. There’s a package sitting on the living room table when we walk in the door. The note on it says it's from my spawn point—sorry, my father. It reads “I’m sorry” in French, his native tongue, and that he wants to meet me for the first time. The package is filled with dried fruits and nuts. Next week, celebrating New Year's at Shanah’s house, we’ll throw it in her fireplace together.

A half-hour passes as we drive around looking for something to eat. Songs from Miley Cyrus, High School Musical, Led Zeppelin, Alicia Keys blare from the speakers as we wind our way down the throwback playlist. We’re both indecisive, a trait we’ve shared for as long as we can remember, and we always have a hard time choosing where to eat. I’m paying this time, so she doesn’t want to choose something pricey, but I said it was up to her to choose. We always end up at this impasse, and we always inevitably get some kind of fast food instead. It’s no different this time around as well pull into the Taco Bell drive-thru.

We are 12 years old. Junior high has just begun. As sixth graders, we’re the underdogs here, but Shanah is bold, brash, beautiful. She meets Logan, and thus her first relationship happens. And, inevitably, her first heartbreak. But she’s strong; she takes it in stride, casting him aside and proclaiming that she “don’t need no man.” She walks through the halls with confidence, unafraid to face whatever this Hellmouth may throw at her. I’m in awe of her, and I wish I could have her confidence in the face of what we consider to be a terrible tragedy. Two weeks later, my mom dies.

We get our usual orders: a chicken quesarito and toasted cheddar chalupa for me and two quesadillas for her. Our food is piping hot, so we toss the wrapped items on her dashboard to cool down while we sip our Baja Blast Mountain Dews in the parking lot. Scooching the seats backward and lowering the backs a little, we assume our positions: facing each other, backs to the locked doors, bras thrown to the backseat, one hand wrapped around the headrest, the other on its corresponding thigh. The only thing missing from this scene is Samantha in the backseat, legs spread wide like a dude as she chomps down on her crunchwrap supreme, too impatient to wait for it to cool down.

We are 13 years old. I’m watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season six, episode eight, “Tabula Rasa.” Towards the end of the episode, Willow, my favorite character says, “I think I’m kinda gay.” And I think to myself, “Oh, shit, I think I’mkinda gay.” When I get to school, I sort of accidentally announce to Shanah and the rest of our friends that I’m bisexual. There are a whopping 70 students in my graduating class and word spreads quickly about my coming out. Then other words, meaner words like faggot, dyke, homo, and rapist are spread, spat out like venom in the hallways and classrooms, little arrows trained on my already-hurting heart. Girls avoid me and boys shove me; even teachers seem to refuse to look me in the eye. Shanah tells them all off and holds my hand when I find it too hard to take another step. We dye half of my hair green and suddenly it seems like everyone forgets about my supposed affliction. Next week, she’ll start dating another boy, Alex, and be with him for the next two years. I’ll be alone for a while.

“I miss our times with Sam, but I don’t miss Sam, you know?” I say, unwrapping my quesarito and taking a large bite. Shanah nods her head in assent, handing me a napkin while she chews her own food. We pull up Netflix on her phone and watch an episode of American Horror Story while we eat, throwing out a few comments on Evan Peters's level of hotness in this particular season between bites. I can’t help but feel a little sad. This is the last time we’ll get to do this for a few months.

We are 14 years old. She begs and begs her parents to let her move into the basement. Her dad finally gives in, realizing she needs some space away from her brothers. In the span of a few days, her bed is moved downstairs and the room is completely redecorated. I’m jealous; I hate the gross pink color of my room, my brother’s girlfriend had picked it without my consent, and I had been desperate to make some changes of my own. I ask my brother about doing something to my room, but he’s drunk, and angry, and thinks I’m ungrateful. He takes my door off the hinges, rips open my mattress, and now I have to sleep in my closet. I make a nest of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals, and drape a sheet down from the ceiling to give me a little privacy. It’s barely three by six feet, but I fit in alright. This same year, Shanah joins the cheer squad with the rest of our friends. I start cutting myself.

Our food is gone, but the episode isn’t over yet, so we tootle around in the parking lot for another good 15 or so minutes. We’re quieter than usual, and I think its because we both know that this will be the last time for a while. What do you say when your best friend abandons you? Okay, it’s a little dramatic to say that, but I know that’s how she feels. She just moved back home and I just left it. The timing was bad, but my life can’t wait for hers.

We are 16 years old. She’s just gotten her license and we’re taking her new car, Maggie the Malibu, out for a spin. My hair flies this way and that with the windows rolled down; she has just chopped all her hair off, just to her chin. My brother was too drunk to have his license, let alone teach me how to drive, but Shanah had no qualms about taking me places. She’s telling me about this boy she met, Mitchell, and how she thinks she’s already in love with him. I know she’s not, but I also know I can’t change her mind, so I smile and nod along to Green Day’s, “Jesus of Suburbia,” that’s playing from the radio. I’m telling her about my own crush, Sierra, and Shanah quietly reminds me that Sierra is straight. So I instead tell her about the boy that’s caught my eye, Ryan, and she says that he’s “so far out of your league that he doesn’t know your league exists.” I stop talking about my crushes. But it doesn’t stop me from falling in love with my other good friend, who is gay! And also male. Irony, you cruel bitch.

The ride back to my dorm is quiet, too. Normally we’d be cracking jokes, dishing details about who’s screwing who and how so and so’s relationship is going. But now the radio fills the silence instead of our chatter. Walking into my room, she doesn’t say anything, but sits down on my bed and pats the spot next to her. Like old times, then. So I drop my bag, kick off my shoes, and we lay down side by side, staring at the ceiling.

We are 17 years old. We are constantly mistaken for one another. Teachers chase me down the hallway, yelling about this late assignment or that overdue project, and they don’t stop until I turn around and shout, “I am NOT Shoshanah!” When I ask the lady at the counter in the post office for my mail because my brother lost our key, she hands me a stack of envelopes that seem like too much. It’s not until I’m out of the door that I realize she’s given me Shanah’s family’s mail, and I have to turn around and correct her mistake. Shanah’s waiting outside for me, Maggie running dutifully even though Shanah hit a deer last week, and she laughs when I relate the story back to her.

A few hours later, I get a frantic phone call from Sam, begging me to come outside. Her car, Sheyenne, is parked in front of my house, subs blasting some rap song I don’t recognize. Shanah is crying in the backseat. Mitchell, of course. We bring her inside and she cries in my bed like she did the day her papa died. This heartbreak will lead her to parties, random hookups, alcohol, and drugs. I start therapy the next day.

She starts talking about her mom. Little things, how her work is going, what hobbies she’s picked up recently, how she handled the news that Nathan, her younger brother, got someone pregnant. Then she starts in on her favorite colors, what style she likes, how she doesn’t agree with her choices for the living room but they didn’t ask for her input this time around. I don’t know why she’s telling me all of this; most of it I already know. Her favorite color is baby pink, she wants a chevron theme for the living room, Shanah prefers polka dots. And the rest is contained in our group chat with Josalan; all of our important life updates go there, so we already know about Nathan and the baby and how mad Barbi was. And then she turns to me, puts her head on my shoulder, and quietly mutters, “They found something—lumps—in her lungs.”

We are 18 years old. Shanah has moved into an apartment, just a few blocks away from her parent’s house. I still live with my older brother. Mrs. Young continues her traditions with the seniors and reads us “Oh the Places You’ll Go!” by Dr. Seuss and we all end up crying. Two weeks later, it’s graduation day and her mom has her arms wrapped around both of us. She tells me that I’m her daughter, too, and that she is so proud of me. My brother, who’s still not quite sober but getting there, takes me out for ice cream like mom used to while Shanah greets the numerous other members of her family. This is the last time we’ll see each other for two years. I go home, my brother leaves for the weekend, and I cry alone on the couch with my dogs. I can’t believe I made it out alive.

Lumps. Tumors. Or maybe cysts. They’re not sure yet, have to wait for some more test results. It doesn’t matter what they are, really. It’s fucking terrifying; I know. So maybe it wasn’t all about me today. Maybe I’m not the reason she’s quiet, not the reason behind her sadness. How self-centered am I? So I roll over, wrap my arms around her, and just let her talk. She talks about Barbi and her father and her brothers and she doesn’t stop talking until her voice is hoarse. A lot of it is nonsense, but I understand. Things are changing and she’s scared. So I squeeze her a little tighter and let her know that I’m still here.

We are 20 years old. I am nearly 21. It’s been two years since we talked to one another. Graduation took place about a month before my 19th birthday, and for some reason, we stopped speaking. I guess that’s just what happens after high school. But I happen to see her post on Facebook about wanting to attend Pride. She doesn’t want to go alone since it’s her first time. I love Pride; I went to my first one when I was 18 and got a flag to celebrate my pansexuality. So I take the leap and send her a message, and it immediately feels like nothing has changed, as if we never stopped talking at all. But when she shows up to the apartment my brother and I recently moved into, I know something is different. Her hair is cut short again, which means she and Mitchell are broken up, again. She’s gained weight, and her eyes have dark circles under them. All she talks about is the parties she’s been to, how drunk she got with Madison, and how she’s missed me.

In the last two or three years, things have changed. Shanah moved back home with her parents, and I transferred to the University of Northern Iowa, an hour and a half away. I broke up with my best friend, again, and she broke up with Mitchell, again. I fostered a husky; she had a miscarriage. She’s going to be an aunt. I hope that my brother never reproduces. She got back with Mitchell, again, and I reconnected with an old friend, again. Maggie the Malibu is gone, and now she has Stacy the Saturn. I still don’t have a car or a license. Some things are the same, like our love for the Cheetah Girls and apple juice, but those only go so far in the grand scheme of things.

I am 21 and she is 20. We are laying in my bed in my dorm room. She’s crying while she talks about her mom, and I can’t help but see myself in her. She says she doesn’t know how her life turned out this way. I know all too well how much it can hurt to be alive. And I think of another line from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and whisper it to her, “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.” But live in it we must, so we hold each other and deal with the pain like we used to. “I know it seems dark and stormy now, but when the sun shines again, I’ll be there with you.”

[chasing-daydreams]

People talk about a twst otome game but like, should it be a straight forward visual novel?

Because if it were to be a something like tokimeki memorial- oh you wont see me for MONTHS

HEAR ME OUT (discussing specific mechanic under the cut)

I just wanna preface that I've only played the girl's side games and thats what Im basing my ramblings off of.

I don't think the bomb mechanic of the games will work for a cast of 22 characters. Maybe if you hang out with them to a certain amount, they'll start getting crabby if you stop hanging out with them all of a sudden and they bombs affect the characters within their dorm. Maybe some overlap with clubs. For example you dont hangout with Kalim as much, making Lilia and Cater go :/ but Jamil would be so peeved now Kalim's moping to him about it, how dare you prefect >:[[

Maybe the stats instead of the usual style, intelligence, etc. are based off the traits of each of the dorms like strictness, perseverance, benevolence, mindfulness, tenacity, diligence, and nobility. And they correspond to each dorm ie. Riddle's route would need more strictness.

To raise certain stats, there's the usual classes of history, alchemy, and PE. History raises strictness, mindfulness, and nobility. Alchemy raises tenacity and diligence. PE raises perseverance and maybe diligence too. There'll also be other actions and events like help out in the kitchen based off of the master chef course (Crowley gived them a school given job i guess) that raises mindful and benevolence. And so on.

Money and Stress is still a stat bc we gotta keep it real, the amount of times the Ramshackle Duo is mentioned to be at the mercy of Crowley's stinginess.... how could it not. Stress is self explanatory.

I don't think the dress up mechanic could work but I think an alternative that's so much better would be items used to boost stats like textbooks (you cant buy multiple but one type and it raises that stat permanently). Maybe when you'll get to a point that you can purchase gifts for the cast as well.

Grim will hate this but... taking care of Grim mechanic. He'll function just fine on his own but taking care of him by like making sure he studies, goes to class, etc. It'll raise stats and will even net you attention from others.

Getting this type of game would also be a good way to get a timeline of events in between overblots. I know there are alt versions like the fairy gala if but maybe you choose which version you play through at the beginning for the game since fairy gala if is only really possible after chapter 6 but the original can take place whenever so it'll be a smooth.

I don't think it has to have a romantic end goal, you can stay friends with characters even if you hit that romance threshold. With the amount of characters too, if you do choose to romance multiple people... I'd like to think word 'round a place like NRC travels fast and a confrontation will happen soon.

thats kind of it for concepts I can think of. Maybe at the end of the year is the end card of how your life progresses in Twisted Wonderland, ie. you have high strictness and benevolence you stay at NRC and become staff etc. Think of the ending system of Princess Maker. The default is that you don't make it back home, but there are certain events you trigger to get the option to go back home. For all the yumes out there, there'll also be maybe a cg of your chosen love interest and a snippet of your life with them (LET ME BE DELUSIONAL)