#i hope you're happy with who you are and how you're called

[des2dream]

IndieAnimationDay Highlights✨

Say 'Yay'! It's IndieAnimationDay! A day to celebrate all those independent animators, storyboard artists, cleanup animators, writers etc. out there because we all know how difficult it is to work on animation. We also know how difficult it is to be given dreadful deadlines, people not crediting your work, and dealing with the presence of A.I. Today is the day to celebrate those who give it their all to make something all their own without anyone holding them back! I have three special projects I'd like to highlight for this occasion.

1. Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want To Be A Magical Girl!✨🌃🧀

In our first installment, we have an upcoming animatic project, Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want To Be A Magical Girl created by @kianamaiart. Our main character, Aika is an optimistic & excitable teenage girl eager to try new things....as long as one of those new things doesn't involve being a magical girl. Well, too bad for her because she is now "The Chosen One" and has to stop Lady DeVoid from plaguing the world in darkness with the help of her star being aid, Hoshi and her new manga-loving friend, Zira. I love this concept so much! As someone who enjoys watching Sailor Moon (the catalyst for Magical Girls), it's such a fun idea to see how much these familiar magical girl tropes will get shut down by either Aika or any other characters. I also really love the character designs, the art style, and the voice cast. We have the voice actresses for Mirko in My Hero Academia and Madoka Magica (one of the other popular Magical Girls)! You should also check out the rest of the cast. I'm so excited!

2. Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy👽🌌🌟

For our next installment, we have an upcoming animated pilot, Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy created by @starteas. The story has a group of alien friends traveling the galaxy in order to help a lost star named, Lumi find their way back home. As soon as I saw this, it gave me Wander Over Yonder vibes which is cute because it's actually one of the inspirations for this pilot. The same thing goes for Steven Universe! Two animated shows that I love so much! Starteas had been working on this pilot for a long time and you can tell if you've seen their art over the years with how much the character designs change. I feel like I'll really enjoy this cast of wacky characters and I'm more hooked on the supposed villain, Void who has one of the best designs for a bad guy. This pilot looks so cute! I have a feeling I'm really going to enjoy it!

3. Knights of Guinevere💙👑🗡

Here is our last installment! Created by @danaterrace (creator of The Owl House), John Bailey (writer in The Owl House & Future Worm), & Zach Marcus (writer, storyboard artist, & designer/The Owl House & Star Vs. The Forces of Evil) comes the next future animated pilot, Knights of Guinevere. The project is also partnered with Glitch Productions (making this their first 2D animation). We don't have much context on this pilot, but it does involve a space princess in a theme park called, Park Planet. As for the premise, my guess is it may involve the princess not being what she seems, a woman stuck in a fantasy simulation, or maybe the princess is a broken-down robot continuously stuck as a mascot. We won't know until later, but I am excited for what's to come since it plans to be released sometime later this year. I've been a fan of Glitch's previous successful animated shows like Digital Circus & Meta Runner, so I hope this will turn out well in the end.

Happy IndieAnimation Day, everyone! You have the ability to make your dreams come true and I find animation to be one of the best forms of creation and storytelling. Even if you're not an animator, you're still capable of creating what you want. Art is everywhere and it is beautiful!

[frenskcup]

having thoughts about...

it's only fair that you share your clothes with jason. after all, you get to wear all of his coziest articles of clothing, even when they swallow you whole. who's to say he doesn't like the snug fit of your hoodies and t-shirts on his larger frame?

the main thing that catches your eye is jason's big naturals when he tries to squeeze into your tops. not that you're a tiny person, but the sheer size of this man's boobs will make the fabric of any of your tops scream for help, the seams holding on for dear life with every upper-body movement.

"jace, no! you're gonna stretch it oooout!"

he laughs at your despair and smugly sticks his chest out further. you frown makes it clear you're not happy about it, even with the nice view of his tits. the scene would come off a lot more domestic if jason wasn't making the applique of your favourite video game character almost pop out of the fabric.

you murmur something that his keen ears can't quite make out, as you've turned your head and covered it with a pillow.

"sorry, sweetpea. y'gonna have to take that off your head so i can hear that pretty voice."

the bed dips at his weight applied on the mattress, making you roll over towards him. he lifts the pillow just enough to not muffle your words.

"you're buying me a new shirt if that one rips," you inform him. "forget 'robin'. you shoulda been named 'tit'."

and with that, he pushes the pillow back on your head and lightly shakes it, enough to make you protest and throw it at him.

"don't be so jealous that i'm the tits in the relationship."

"yeah, i think you have enough for the both of us." you look at him, eyes flitting down to where the little face of the character is smiling at you from between his pecs. "not that i'm complaining, i guess."

"i knew you'd come around to the idea."

he stretches his arms out to hug you– well, more like sprawl out on you and then transition to a hug. but the dreaded riiiiiip resounds through the bedroom. jason's body freezes at the sound, knowing exactly where it came from: your shirt.

"so... how many shirts did you want?"

"your big boobs are gonna be the death of me."

a/n: i'm living up to my blog tagline :3 i hope anyone who's read my works can discover how much build up i can fit into a fic just for the bit. also, what nicknames would jason call his partner? i went w "sweetpea" bc i have a fondness towards it. i ask these questions like i'm not deathly afraid of being perceived lol

[bitchface24-7]

What would it be like if Yandere Viktor, finds out that the reader is pregnant with his child after he was transformed by magic (in the beginning, when he was still creating his cult). What would happen?

MY LOVES - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: you're pregnant. You never got the chance to tell Viktor since the whole bombing of the councillor's chambers. The hexcore changed him. He left. You're going to get him back, he's yours after all. And you're his.

warnings: pregnancy, yandere tendencies (obsessive, possessive, etc.), pre-established relationship, fluff, suggestiveness, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. Y'all what is up with you guys and pregnancy?? The only babies I'll ever have are fictional ones with these men LMAO. Hope y'all enjoy

You're pregnant.

There's no question as to how it happened. You and Viktor had sex quite often. It wasn't at the forefront of his mind though, he'd go a week or two with his libido on the back burner until one day it'd overflow, and he'd ravish you.

For days you'd get a clingy, teasing, overwhelmingly horny Viktor. You were satisfied every time.

Viktor didn't plan on having kids, with his chronic illness and weak body. He didn't want to potentially pass down whatever he's been dealing with to his future child.

Well, when you have sex at the frequency you two were having it, accidents happen. A happy accident, but an accident nonetheless.

You were going to tell him as soon as you could, multiple pregnancy tests, a urine test, and blood test to all prove not only to yourself but your amazing partner that you were pregnant.

But then the councillor's chamber blew up, Viktor died, he came back to life with the help of the hexcore, he changed, he left. You almost had a breakdown when Jayce told you everything. But your determination outweighed your sadness.

You were going to get Viktor back, no matter what.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It didn't take long to figure out where he went. He went back to Zaun, started healing people, and made a commune for people to be safe and happy.

They call him The Herald.

He's still just Viktor to you.

He's always wanted to help others, make their lives easier. Now he has that ability. But instead of using his brain and the inventions he's created through science, he's using magic.

He truly is the perfect representation of Hextech.

And he's all yours.

You casually walk into the commune, a minute waddle to your steps due to the slight bump messing up your balance, and killing your back.

People wave to you, they smile at you, and are incredibly kind to you. You aren't sure why, but you're not complaining. You ask a few individuals where Viktor is, and they guide you to the heart of the commune, where Viktor's room resides.

You enter without any hesitantion, and the sight blows you away.

It’s Viktor. He's here, he's alive.

He’s changed.

His body is a mixture of purple flesh and bits of metal. His face has been left untouched, his hair grown out with some pieces ombréing to a blond at the bottom. His eyes a kaleidoscope of colours, but when he looks at you they're predominantly gold. Like before the accident.

His smile is warm, but small as he walks towards you. He no longer needs any assistive devices.

He's beautiful.

“Darling, you’re here. I didn't think I’d ever see you again.” His voice is a smooth purr as it rumbles out of him. You quirk an eyebrow and huff a bit, “You’re the one who left. I'm just coming back to get what's mine.”

Viktor's laugh is a small one, but genuine. His face changes slightly now, his expressiveness not as apparent as before. You'd be surprised if he hadn't changed. He did die.

But he's here now, and that's all that matters.

“I am yours, and you are mine. But I don't want to go back. What I'm doing here, it’s vital. It’s good. I'm finally able to help others.”

You smile lightly at the increasing passion in Viktor’s voice. He's hard-headed and stubborn. If he doesn't want to leave, he's not going to. But you're not certain if you can stay here. You're going to need a hospital at some point.

“Well, do you have a hidden healthcare team I don't know about?”

Viktor looks confused, “Why would I need a healthcare team? I heal everyone fully. There's no need for hospital workers here.”

“Well unless you want to deliver your baby yourself, I'm going to need a healthcare team here.”

Viktor pauses, his eyes wide as he scans over you intently. His eyes zero in on the small bump of your stomach.

His voice wavers, “You’re— you”

You calmly fill in the gaps for him, “I’m pregnant.”

Viktor's jaw drops a bit before he surges forward and kisses you passionately, his hands cupping your face. You gasp a bit and Viktor caresses your tongue with his, you wrap your arms around his tiny waist.

When the two of you pull back, your lips are puffy due to the intensity of the kiss, you're a bit out of breath, and Viktor is littering your neck with possessive hickeys.

“My lovely girl, you've come all this way to be with me, we’re having a baby. Oh my love this is great. You'll stay here. We’ll be happy. We’ll be safe. I'll never let you go now.”

He puts a hand possessively onto your stomach, cradling the bump. Your heart beats loudly into your ears. You're not sure how you feel, but the heated look Viktor gives you makes you shiver a bit.

“I’ve been wondering day in and day out if you'd ever come to me. If I'd see you again. I've been dreaming of you. Your voice, your hair, your skin, your touch. Now you're here, and growing an undeniable proof of our love. How I've missed you, how I've craved you.”

He kisses you once more, the passion almost overwhelming. His hands are warm, almost too warm. It feels like he's marking you, branding you. Your cheeks, down the sides of your neck, your waist, your hips. Each touch is electric, warm, and makes your head dizzy. It isn't until Viktor pulls away and smirks at you do you realize it wasn't metaphorical. He's literally branded you.

A kaleidoscope of colours merges beautifully with your skin, enhancing your cheekbones, the delicate lines of your neck, your collar bones, the dip of your waist, the flesh of your hips.

You’re undeniably Viktor’s. His marks are all over you. His hickeys, his brands, his seed growing in your womb.

You're his in every possible way. In mind, body, and soul.

And he is yours.

Viktor might’ve changed a bit, but he's still the same man you fell in love with all those years ago, and that's all that matters.

(except he changes once more when Jayce kills him. Will you stay with the Machine Herald, or had this final transformation pushed you two to the brink of collapse? You don't know this will happen, so you're content in your happy little bubble; for now.)

The amount of yandere asks I have for Viktor, y'all are thirsty for this man. Me too y'all so I'm not judging. A possessive obsessive Viktor is a wet dream ngl

[urprettylildoe]

𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭 (𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵)

yandere anti-cupid × (fem) cupid reader.

Synopsis: you bring couples together and he breaks them apart. A rivalry ensues between the two of you. And while Vexian seems hellbent on destroying everything you've built, we often forget how close hate is to love...or perhaps obsession is a better term.

Contains: yandere thoughts/behaviour, mentions of side character death, blood.

Note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ANGELSSSS ♡ Sorry this came out after valentine's day! I was so busy but here it is. (Wrote this to make myself feel less single) but anyway enjoy!

♡

Strange dreams had been plaguing your mind. And not just any dreams, ones of him.

Vexian, an anti-cupid — whose favourite indulgence was picking apart people's relationships, watching them crumble under the pressure. A heart made of stone, and a head even harder.

Then there's you, a cupid. The embodiment of everything pure and happy, the very person who fosters love. Too sweet, too gullible.

A match made in heaven, right?

You would dream of lips caressing your skin like silk, whispers of sweet promises fanning over your ear. It felt all too real each time you shot up, covered in cold sweat.

But, this couldn't possibly be true. How could it when he glared at you like you were dirt on his shoe?

A being born from evil could not be capable of such tenderness.

♡

A lazy yet smug smile adorned Vexian's lips as he watched the couple quarel. It was music to his ears, humans unknowingly dancing to his tune like puppeteers.

He doesn't remember the last time there wasn't a hole gaping through his black soul. It was a bottomless pit of hunger. It was only satiated when he fed on heartbreak and grief, and even then it would crave more.

Whether he liked it or not, he had grown addicted to his guilty (or not so guilty) pleasure of having power.

One obstacle stood in the way of getting what he wanted: You. A pretty winged thing who scurried around with a cute arrow and bow, desperate to give everyone a taste of romance.

Too selfless for your own good.

"You're wasting your time, y'know." Vexian drawled, towering over you. The air surrounding the two of you was distorted and sizzling; it pulled you in yet made you uneasy.

"How am I wasting my time exactly?" Your brows furrowed, a pretty pout on your lips that was adorably frustrating.

He could crush you under his foot like a bug, but he doesn't want to. The game is much more fun that way. The silver cracks that ran through his otherwise perfect skin practically glowed. "It's funny, trying to fix things that were bound to break eventually." A finger reached out to twirl a strand of your bouncy hair around it, his thumb rubbing it.

He continued, "Emotions make you weak. They cloud your judgement and do nothing but disrupt the so-called peace you strive for."

Holding your chin high, you attempted a glare that could only do so much to rival the crazed intensity in his. "It makes people happy, though."

"That could only do so much in the long run," his eyes crinkled. "And I can't wait to watch you realise that."

As quickly as he appeared, he vanished.

Back then, you didn't realise that there was something lurking in his eyes while he looked at you.

Perhaps it came from his desire to prove you wrong.

Vexian did everything he could to watch everything you built fall so graciously to the ground. He meddled into all of your relationship, hoping for a disheartened expression. The only thing on your face was a small smile as you continued aiming your arrows at each and every person.

Something fluttered inside of him. You were so fascinating, even more than the night sky he liked to stare at.

He recalled those evenings where he'd come to your place to discourage you, only to find himself in a trance..

The moonlight streamed through the window, bathing you in an ethereal glow. Your lashes cast shadows on your cheekbones as you slept.

And Vexian couldn't bring himself to hurt you.

Other evenings he'd watch over you while you were out match-making, just to quell the storm inside of him.

Perhaps it grew more wild as he left things on your windowsill.

The anti-cupid finally found something new he could study. How could your spells counter his own? What did you have that he didn't?

A new kind of beast awoke inside him. If love was so powerful, then shouldn't he get to experience it firsthand? That sounded only fair.

Yet, he didn't want any kind of love.

No, he wanted yours.

♡

Disappointment washed over you, replacing any initial excitement. Why didn't your arrows work? Why did it turn love into something unrecognisable, monstrous?

All the couples you worked so hard on matching ended up hurting each other. Jealousy would rear its ugly head into their lives, and so would obsession right after.

No, no, you could not fail. This was your one purpose, your true reason for living. If you couldn't fulfill your job, what would you do? Where would you go? What if-

"Hey, hey, relax."

That velvety, haunting voice sounded so deceptively sweet, prompting you to look up into his eyes. For a moment, you were almost fooled...until his hand on your shoulder snapped you out of it.

You wrenched out of his grasp, jabbing a finger into his solid chest. "What did you do?"

He hummed, "I'm not sure what you're talking about, baby." The pure amusement in his voice practically gave it away.

"You did something to my arrows, I-I don't know what it is but you're ruining love." Your voice sounded strained with distress. It could only make him croon. You always gave and gave and gave to those pests, but never got anything in return. He plans to fix that.

Tweaking your arrows was rather easy. A little dark magic here and there then it all fell into place, like a perfect puzzle piece.

Feigning sadness, he sighed dramatically. "And here I thought you'd like what I prepared for you. I just altered it a teeny bit to perfection. After all, shouldn't the feeling of it consume you?"

You flail your arms in wild gestures, "no, it shouldn't."

"Oh?" Then why did he feel that way when he looked at you?

Before he could utter another remark, his gaze drifted over to where you had been staring before he arrived.

A measly man. Was he another one of your projects? Yes, that must be it. It's probably-

You turned to follow his gaze and you stared at the human...

...with hearts in your eyes.

His body froze up. The world around him spinned and the air thickened around him, crackling. He couldn't speak, couldn't think of anything else except you.

How dare you love another? Go against your morals? Lovers didn't betray each other, you knew that.

Fists clenching, he recoiled from your form but you didn't seem to notice, too entranced by the pathetic man. The gears started to turn in his head, jaw clenched.

No one should have your love. You should've noticed him, whose love burned brighter than the stars. But no matter, he will have your love. Vexian will be back soon enough.

After all, Valentine's day was approaching, right?

♡

14th of February.

Romance, love letters, sappy confessions, dates, all of it was on this fateful day.

You had a skip in your step, wings fluttering behind you as felt giddy about your favourite holiday. You got ready — adding a pretty gloss to your lips and a clip to your curls. You wore a short, white sundress for the occasion.

Things were going to be a bit different this year.

It was time you finally rewarded yourself on Valentine's — maybe a cupid could have a chance at love too?

Fluttering around your house, you looked for your bow and arrows. Could have sworn you put them on the vanity-!

They sat proudly, carefully, on the small kitchen table. There wasn't any time to ponder as you reached for them.

A large hand enclosed around yours.

Your breath hitched as the other arm wrapped around your other side, trapping you against the table.

Warm breath fanned over the nape of your neck, "Happy Valentine's day, my love." Vexian pressed a kiss to your temple, making your chest tighten. What is he doing?

The lack of response on your behalf only encouraged him to continue, "thought I'd bring you a gift. What kind of lover would I be if I didn't, hm?" You had half the mind to call him out, if it weren't for the supposed present being thrusted into your hands.

A white rose, dripping in crimson.

Your ears rang as the thorns prickled your skin, sending golden blood running down your hands. "What- I-I-"

Vexian hushed, smoothing down your hair, "Shh, baby. I got rid of that pest for us, aren't you happy?" The flower dropped to the ground. Pest, did he mean-

No, no, no. Not him. Please. Your quiet sobs wouldn't come close to the turmoil twisting your very organs around.

"Don't cry, Y/N." He cooed lovingly, cupping your chubby cheeks and squishing them together as tears ran down in streaks. This was a nightmare. A terrible one.

You managed to sputter, sobbing, "what have you done?"

His chuckle sounded more like a rumble in his chest, dark wings mocking your tiny ones that he's come to love so much. "What have I done? I made sure no one stood between us anymore." That only made you spiral deeper and deeper, drowning in your tears.

Sigh. "Baby, I understand your hesitation. You fear what you don't understand, right? I do not love like you do. I love like the moon loves the tides—pulling, controlling, devouring.” a soft smile has the audacity to grace his lips, "but the way I see it, you wouldn't need to worry about my loyalty. The devotion I have is eternal, unlike that human."

"He didn't do anything to you!" You bawled hysterically, both because of your demise and the man's. Your shaky hands reached up to grab his, trying to pull them off of you.

"Oh, but he did. He took your attention away, and that alone is unacceptable." He peered into your frightened eyes at such a close proximity, "but enough about him, I want to show my real gift."

Raising his hand, Vexian snapped his fingers. And the world around you spun before collapsing.

♡

You could finally look around, but this was not your home.

The luxuries surrounding you were hard to ignore — walls made out of marble stones and intricate carvings, jewels and expensive trinkets littered the room and a heavenly view was cast outside. This location was too peaceful, too relaxing, too perfect.

Realisation dawned on you that this was no ordinary place, but a palace. You almost forgot about Vexian if it wasn't for his warm hands placing themselves on your waist.

"Do you like it here?"

A sniffle escaped you as your gaze flickered up to him, "W-where are we?"

He spread his arms wide open, a cheek grin making its way onto his features. "Home."

"H-home?!" You repeated a moment after.

"Home," he confirmed. "I made this world for you, for us. Time is a bit different here, but other than that, everything you desire shall be at your feet."

Your body flinches at the impact of his words. This guy expected you to go running into his arms, didn't he?

You whisper softly, "No, I won't stay. What about my life back there?"

"You're still thinking about those pesky humans? Your only purpose right now is to accept my love," he stepped forward, pushing you down on the golden, silk sheets of the king-sized behind, hair spreading out beneath you like a halo.

Struggling under his grasp, you yelled. "And what makes you think I'll actually stay here?" You expected anger, but it never came. His gentleness was a contradiction to his existence, so much that you couldn't believe this was the same man who hated Valentine's day with a burning passion.

Silver eyes gleamed under his tousled locks of black, "you will, one way or another." Slowly, he extracted a blade, shushing your protesting cries with a peck on the nose.

You screamed and thrashed, trying to get him off. "You monster, let go of me!" Hands clawed at his chest, trying to free yourself. It was all in naught though as he pinned you down.

He cut his own palm then did the same to you. Then, he interwined your hands together — silver and gold mixing — before leaning down to kiss you. You turn your head to the side, only for him to grab the back of it and force you to look him in the eye.

"I've waited so, so long to do this. M'not wasting my chances, my love." His lips suddenly smashed down on yours, the kiss speaking volumes.

You tried to break free, but the spell was strong. Your resistance grew weaker and more futile. It was a silence to your pleas. You could no longer flee.

He pulls away, pupils dilated. Finally, you whisper softly, succumbing to your fate, "you don't understand love at all."

Pressing his forehead against yours, he smiled adoringly.

"Then teach me. After all, we have all eternity."

♡

Yours truly,

@urprettylildoe

[ssentimentals]

hi nini!! hope you doing great today 😊 saw your prompt list for your 1.7k followers celebration (HAPPY 1.7K FOLLOWERS NINI!! 🥺💐). could i possibly request svt woozi x oc/reader with prompt no. 8 pls? thank you so much!! been reading your works since last yr and all of it are so amazingggg ><

hi anonie! ahhh thank you so much!! i'm so happy you're enjoying my works :') and of course you can request, thank you for doing so! 💜

prompt: 'who did this to you?'

'baby, i'm home!' you announce, closing the door behind yourself. quickly taking off your hat and scarf, you start unbuttoning your coat, talking loudly: 'god, it's freezing outside! please tell me that you managed to fix our heater, this zero degrees situation is frankly ridicilous. oh and i also got us tacos cause it's friday and we deserve tacos!'

you stumble into the living room with wide smile and bag full of said tacos in your hands, pausing at the sight of an empty room with your boyfriend nowhere in sight. jihoon always makes a point of greeting you from work, has this whole routine of coming over with gentle smile and even gentler hands that instantly pull you close for a hug. the silence in apartment is suspicious and you paddle slowly to the kitchen and then to the bedroom. you call his name again and when instead of a usual 'hey baby' you get 'don't come in!' from him, you start getting nervous. 'what's happening? why i can't come in?'

'uh- nothing, it's all good, you can enter the bedroom just not our bathroom, okay? i'll be out in a second.'

jihoon's voice sounds strained and it lacks usual warmth that he always has reserved for you. without thinking twice you enter the bedroom and make a beeline towards the bathroom, leaning on the door but not opening it, not yet. 'what is going on?' you ask carefully. 'i'm getting anxious here, ji, don't do this to me.'

jihoon knows how bad you are with situations like that, knows that your anxiety skyrockets when you have no idea what is happening. last thing he wants is to make you worried though, so with a sigh he unlocks the door, letting you in. he saw his reflection in the mirror and is aware of how black eye contrasts with his pale skin, but when he catches look of pure shock on your face, he thinks maybe he underestimated his skills of using concealer. 'um,' he starts unsurely. 'sorry, i don't have my own makeup so i took your concealer without asking first.'

that brings you back as you sputter, stepping closer to him with worried eyes. 'wha- you think that's what i care about right now?' you ask indignantly and with careful hands you take a hold of his face. 'baby, what happened? who did this to you?'

jihoon doesn't really want to answer this question. he knows it's very justified but he can't tell you that some guys at work were making stupid jokes about his relationships and one of them took it too far. he normally can't care less of what people think but not when it comes to you; he's not proud of how he handled it, but he doesn't regret sticking up for you against others. looking at your eyes that are slowly starting to fill up with tears, jihoon knows that he'll fight however many guys on this planet because you are his diamond and he won't let anyone speak badly about you. out loud he says only: 'you should see the other guy. this,' he motions to his black eye, 'is nothing compared to how he looks now.'

it's not enough to ease your worries but it does make you laugh and spal his shoulder. 'jihoon!' you shake your head. 'don't even try to cover it up with jokes. oh god, it looks horrible,' you lean closer, inspecting his face. 'oh baby. what happened? are you okay? should we go to the hospital?'

your sweetness washes over him and jihoon smiles, tugging you closer. 'no need, i'm good. just got this black eye and that's it. and we just- misunderstood each other.'

you raise your eyebrow at this. 'you're not type of guy who punches first and asks questions later. what happened, baby?'

jihoon glances at the bag on the floor and smiles. 'did you got us something on the way home?'

you turn, smiling. 'yeah, tacos from our favorite place. wait, don't try to distract me mister, tell me-'

'i am starving,' jihoon interrupts and leans in, pecking your lips. 'you know what can really help me right now? will make me feel better? you on my lap while we're eating our favorite tacos. hm? can we do that, angel?'

jihoon knows that you're tactful enough to know when not to push, but he can see battle happening in your eyes. at last you decide to let it go for now, letting him pull you to the kitchen. jihoon easily wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you on his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest. 'thank you for the tacos, baby,' he mutters, kissing your shoulder. 'you're the best.'

'mhm,' you turn to him, wiggling a little until you get comfortable. 'we will talk anyways, ji. just not now.'

jihoon nods. not now is enough. he was so distraught when he came back home that having you like this is truly the only thing that can make him feel better. he hugs you tighter and leans with his forehead on your back. 'tell me about your day, baby. please,' he asks quietly.

your hand finds his and you giving it a squeeze before starting to recount everything what happened with you today. jihoon feels tension leave his body at the sound of your voice and your body close to him. when you absentmindedly start caressing his hand, he smiles. yeah, he's very okay with getting into fights on your behalf. you deserve it.

a/n: hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 143 (The Wedding Reception)

After the newlyweds and their guests posed for photos, they had just enough remaining light to mingle before the caterers - Suri and her grandmother, Clara Bjergsen - put out the food. With permission, Ash raced into the spiral maze to take a selfie with Sophie the Snail, searching for treasures in the ferns beneath the carved stone slug.

What he found looked confusing - like a mint green box with a circle of numbers wearing earmuffs, and Ash raced back to ask his family what it was. "I think it could be a telephone," Heather guessed. "They used to be plugged into walls."

Felix smiled. "I haven't seen one of those for at least sixty years! It's a rotary dial phone. You dial the number by spinning the wheel. But people used to think this took too much time, so they invented phones with buttons and speed dials, and these fell out of use."

Ash was enthralled by what Felix knew of history. "Will it still work?"

"I don't think so. Most landlines have been discontinued because everyone uses mobile phones these days."

Ash glanced eagerly at Heather and Conrad. "Can I still keep it? It looks so cool!"

Heather smiled. "Of course you can. That's how Sophie the Snail works. Leave something for someone else to find, and whatever you find yourself is yours to keep!"

Curious Conrad looked at the old fashioned phone. "I wonder who left it there."

"Do you think it was the time traveler Emit Relevart is looking for?"

Heather shrugged. "I looked him up online after we saw the report on Simlandia National, but I didn't find out anything they weren't already reporting on the news. He loves science and technology, believes in time travel, and has blue hair."

Felix and Lilith perked up as Lavender called her mother's attention. "You saw the news report, too? I've been trying to convince Felix to take a detour to Willow Creek on our way back to Britechester to see if we can find him."

The former ghost smiled at his beloved. "After everything with Ash in Sulani, you still want to jump through time? I've told you the past wasn't nearly as wonderful as the present."

"Right, but you said it wasn't as wonderful because I wasn't there. My podcast would blow up if I could talk about what it's like to time travel! But more than the podcast, I want to see things you've seen, with you, and I bet a time traveler could help us!"

Though less enthusiastic, Felix took seriously his responsibility to make Lilith happy. Love like this was exactly what he'd stuck around for, waiting for his chance to live again. "It would be a dream to walk miles of old streets with you, Lil. We'll go to Willow Creek, find this 'Emit,' and we'll see what he knows about the future."

To make it to Willow Creek and home to Britechester before too late, Felix and Lilith left soon after food was served. Kris also returned early to San Myshuno with Betta when the four-year-old grew tired and cranky, but there were still plenty of loved ones left to enjoy the buffet-style spread, including fruit-decorated cupcakes instead of a cake, just like Lavender had requested.

They were grateful to Suri and her grandmother for providing such wonderful food. Conrad even gave Suri a huge amount of money autonomously (all of it wtf?! At least we have a money tree), calling it an investment into her takeover of the Salty Paw, and her hope to turn it from a dive bar to a slightly more upscale licensed cafe.

"I can't believe you and Heather would do that for me," said Suri with a smile and warm embrace for the groom. "My catering rates are a lot lower than this!"

"You're a great chef and we believe in your ideas. Hazel loves you, and Heather and I believe in your plans for the Salty Paw. Just try not to lose that smell about the place. We'll miss it if you really clean it up."

Suri laughed. "You're in luck. I don't think that smell would disappear even if I tore down every single wall and built from the ground up."

Heather spent extra time catching up with her sister Holly, who she hadn't spent meaningful time with since the winter holidays. "Life is busy in the city with Kris and two busy girls, but that's nothing compared to what you've been through lately."

"I really think Ash has been okay since it happened, but we're going to take him to a counselor, regardless. He has a lot of questions about everything, but he really seems like himself."

"But how are you doing? Your son was kidnapped!"

"Honestly? As long as I remind myself he's okay, I don't beat myself up with guilt. But sometimes I watch him sleep just to make sure he's still there. Conrad wants to put a sofa in his bedroom so I get enough rest for the baby."

"And his ex is definitely going to prison?"

Heather nodded. "She's not getting a jury trial and Rafa gave up details on several unsolved cases, plus the whereabouts of some weapons stockpiles around the city, so Felix is fairly confident he'll get his sentence down to a year, at most, because he was a minor for most of the stuff he's wanted for."

"He killed all those men; aren't you worried he's dangerous?"

Heather shook her head. "I used to be, but I met him. And after everything he's done, I'd trust him with my own life. We would have wanted him here for the wedding if he wasn't in custody."

As the night wore on, guests ate and chatted while Lavender occupied her doting grandparents' attention, and Heather finally found a moment to chat with Mortimer about her recent trip to Selvadorada. She'd been meaning to ask him about the medallion she and Spencer had seen at the museum, inscribed with a message from Malcolm A. Landgraab to Lady Victorine Goth, but she'd been so busy since her return.

"Lady Ravendancer was my great-great-grandmother," admitted Mortimer, his brow creased in thought. "Family rumours of her infidelity to my great-great-grandfather, Lord Samuel Goth, have carried for over a century, but the medallion would be the first piece of evidence to support it."

The writer smiled to himself as he considered the historical discoveries he might find - a dramatic story of betrayal and spellcaster magic, if they were lucky. "If my great-great-grandmother had an affair with a Landgraab, it could explain how the families became such fierce rivals in business. The Landgraabs wanted to settle the west, but the Goths wouldn't let them do it alone."

"Do you think it has anything to do with the old pirate's curse you told me about?"

Mortimer shot her a look of sympathy. "It might. I should make a trip out to visit the family archives in Willow Creek; it might give more insight into this medallion in the jungle."

She thanked him as the moon came out above the trees. Lavender curled into a ball to nap on the benches near her sleepy Aunt Hazel and Uncle River - it had been a long day and was now well past her bedtime - and the guests slowly began to wish the newlyweds well and head home. Ash made his way to the treehouse to play, changing into warmer attire as a sign the wedding festivities were drawing to a close.

Heather and Conrad had no time for a honeymoon and returned to their busy lives in Brindleton Bay, but they would cherish the memories made today for the rest of their lives. ->

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NOTE: And that's it! Conther is married!! I realize this reception was a lot of just letting sims do autonomous things and didn't have any photogenic traditions like first dances and cake-cutting, but letting sims be sims gives surprising plot sometimes! It led to Conrad and Heather giving money to Suri "to invest in her upscale cafe," which I didn't plan for but it's indicative of how supportive this legacy family is, and they've accepted Suri despite the scandalous start to her relationship with Hazel, so I liked it! (After getting over the initial shock of having zero simoleons out of nowhere! This autonomous interaction is always such a jump scare, like 'where is all my money?!' 😂)

I also got to send Ash for a selfie with Sophie, to mirror the one his mother took at the statue in childhood because someone (I think @pixeldistractions? I'm sorry if I'm misremembering!) suggested making it tradition, while also tying it in to the Blast From the Past event. No he didn't really find the phone under there as part of the quests but since it's a common hiding place for some exciting things, I had to pretend he did. He really found some snowdrops, which is cool because winter just ended for the next 16 years! Nonetheless, he'll hold on to them, because my sims hoard things in their inventories like mad, just in case I can use them later.

[hurtmemoreplease]

Pokemon Types Rated by Fuckability

Normal: Most normal types are pretty fuckable, but like... c'mon, how many of them are gonna blow your mind? Snorlax? Arceus? Melotta? There's plenty of good lovers, but not many great ones. 7/10.

Fire: A collection of the most fuckable pokemon, arranged for your pleasure. From Cinderace to Arcanine to Volcarona to Magcargo, there's something for everyone. One point deducted because you will get burned somewhere sensitive. 9/10.

Water: There's just not that much to say about water. There's a few very good options, a few very bad ones, but mostly just a lot of boring ones. Honestly I'm taking two points off for the vaporeon memes. 3/10.

Electric: Some fantastic options for you in Zebstrika and Luxray, with added points if you're into electrostim play. If you liked getting trained with a shock collar, you should become an electric type's pet. I'm not sure how you're going to fuck an Electrode or a Magneton, though. 7/10.

Grass: Tsareena! Grovyle! Ogerpon! Tangrowth! Surely, Grass must be the most fuckable type of all, right? Yeah, actually. With vine whip, a plethora of status moves, and a variety of diverse body types (looking at you, Victreebel!), Grass tops the charts, whether you're looking for a vanilla, humanoid type, or a mind-bending experience by a creature that drugs you out of your mind and oh my god i'm just talking about HDG god damn it. 10/10. Sadly.

Ice: Already a small group of pokemon, ice types rate pretty low on the fuckability scale in general, even before accounting for the sheer unpleasantness of the cold. Saved by Froslass being willing and able to freeze you in ice, and, presumably, do things to your unmoving body. 1/10.

Fighting: Okay here's your next task; go to the nearest gym that offers a kickboxing class and start giving your number to everyone who walks out of it. Functionally the same experience as hooking up with a fighting-type. A good lay, but nothing special. 4/10

Poison: With pokemon like Salazzle, Tentacruel, and the Nidoran line, you might think that poison deserves a pretty high rating. Wrong! All of the most fuckable pokemon in the typing are dual-typed with another, more interesting type. They get a little credit for having Poison Fang and Poison Jab for people who are into intox play. 3/10.

Ground: Great Tusk, Mudsdale, Hippowdon... A great type if you like being overpowered and enveloped, but not too much else going for it, and not much variety. 5/10. Middle of the road.

Flying: Well. It's not BAD. But you're dealing with a lot of dual-typed pokemon. At least you've got the Forces of Nature, they're literally therians. 2/10.

Psychic: You do not fuck the psychic type pokemon. The psychic type pokemon fuck you. Every single one of them up to and including Wobbufett is capable of ruining sex with anyone else for you. 10/10. 15/10. I'm not being mind-controlled to write this, I promise. But, hypothetically, if I was, it would be a 20/10

Bug: Honestly, the main downside to the bug type is that they don't have ovipositors, as far as we know. We can still hope, though... There are plenty of misses in the bug type, but if you're into it then you'll find plenty to be happy with. Even if you're not into it, there's plenty that will give you a good time. 8/10.

Rock: Lycanrocs have been known to bite and convert unwitting trainers. Nihilego can take over minds. Geodude is a rock. Plenty of decent options in Rampardos, Terrakion, and Tyrantrum, but plenty of ??? options like Corsola. 8/10, surprisingly, but there are some real standouts carrying the typing. (Call me, Diancie!)

Ghost: A lot of overlap with the appeal of psychic-types, just worse at it. Some really strong standouts with Hisuian Typhlosion, Cofagrigus, and Spectrier, but also- wait, shit, Hisuian Zoroark is there. 9/10.

Dragon: I'm not entertaining this discussion. It's 10/10 or higher. Shut up. 30/10. Leave me alone. I'm strapping you to the belly of a Salamance. I'm calling a Goodra with a dinner bell. They're the most fuckable category and it's not even close. Latios, Latias, and Necrozma are the only Dragon/Psychic types, which is a relief, since if there was a non-legendary one then humanity would be their pets.

Dark: Honestly a lot more consistently fuckable than you'd think. Mightyena, Houndoom, Thievul, Liepard, Hoopa, Urshifu, Sableye, and so on and so on and so on. Can't justify anything less than a 10/10.

Steel: Steel type is mostly useful for making other types more attractive; it's a surefire way to make a dragon, or a fairy, or a psychic-type even more attractive. That said, there are a few good options within the metal typing; Melmetal, Skarmory, Corviknight, to name a few. Lots of points lost for being best as added spice, but points granted for having a few really strong contenders. 4/10

Fairy: I mean. Come on. It's like Dark, but you actually expected it this time. Fairy is filled with some of the most fuckable pokemon around. 10/10, it's just hotties all the way down.

[mistress-skywalker]

So that ugly duckling to swan thing

Reader is the club leader for plants and animals and is considered 'ugly' (I'm think of reader kinda be long like Fluttershy from MLP). So anakin and his friends think it be funny if anakin dates her as a joke and stuff. Anakin is with padme btw. So reader and anakin start dating and spending time together and having cute moments, anakin decides to stay at school late and talk with friends and reader pretends to leave but quietly follows him only to hear anakin mocking and making fun of her and everything. Seeing anakin and padme kissing reader quietly and unnoticed runs away and home, where she runs into her home crying startling her older brother. Upon seeing her cry and how she wishes she wasn't so fat and ugly she wouldn't get used and asked her brother for help. Then COVID happens and she's goes remote and works on her self and learns to do self care and all that so when they are allowed to come back to in person learning she's drop dead gorgeous (lowkey muscle mommy now and very confident) and walks to her locker and no one knows it's her until anakin pulls up and starts flirting with her. Reader says you have a girlfriend and you're wasting my time again sunshine (reader is the only one to call anakin sunshine) and he's shocked. What ever happens is up to you but I love me a bad bitch

I might have to make a part two to this eventually. Hope you enjoy!! <3

Warnings: angst, no comfort || self image issues || brief body description || Anakin being an ass

“I can’t believe she’s actually buying it, Ani.” Padmé giggles, clinging onto his muscular arm.

Anakin laughs heartily as well, “I can’t either. Thought with grades like that she’d be smart enough to know I wouldn’t want someone like her.” He shakes his head, an amused smile still on his lips, “I almost feel bad. Almost.”

They both laugh, their friends joining in.

Your heart sinks from where you were listening around a corner. Of course there had been a small voice in the back of your mind nagging at you that he wasn’t into you. But every little ‘hey sunshine, how’s my favorite girl doing today?’ dulled out that worry.

You can’t stomach any more of their mocking insults. Your weight, your looks, your style, even the way you laugh. The cherry on top is when he kisses who you now have realized is his actual girlfriend. Quickly you turn back and hurry out of the school and back home, trying to hold back on letting your tears fall until you were safely in your room.

But of course, your brother notices something is wrong. “Hey, squirt, what’s wrong?” He asks as you quickly kick your shoes off, concern evident in his voice.

“Anakin.” You sniffle.

“What did that asshole do?”

“He’s been lying to me.” You fill him in, ranting animatedly as you cry. You end it with “Help make me prettier. Please?”

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

That was then. Before the whole Covid lockdown but it became your biggest motivator. You spent practically every day holed up in your room, working out, making diet changes, etc.

You stare at yourself for a long while in the mirror after getting dressed for your first day back. You’d taken up remote classes instead even once everything was in person again. You take in your body, now an hourglass figure that had been there under the pounds of fat that was shed. The outfit you wore was still out of your comfort zone but you wanted to show off the body you worked so hard for.

With one last once over you head out, your heart pounding in your chest.

To say you turn heads when you walk in is an understatement. Before you were used to snickering not mouths open in awe. It’s when you stop at your locker and start putting things away that the biggest surprise happens.

“Hey there beautiful, haven’t seen you around before. Y’know if you need a personal tour guide, I’d be more than happy to offer my assistance.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. You look over to where he’s casually leaning his shoulder up against the locker beside your’s. “No thanks, I’m good.” You say coolly.

Anakin’s eyebrows raise up. He’s not used to someone turning him down, especially not so quickly, brushing him off as if he didn’t matter. “Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun. I can’t let a pretty girl struggle all on her own. It wouldn’t be right.”

“I said I’m not interested.”

“I know you said that, but I happen to be very persuasive and in tune with a woman’s body.”

“You’re wasting my time again, sunshine.” You slam your locker shut, “besides, don’t you have a girlfriend?”

Anakin’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. There’s no way that you were you, right? He quickly pushes off the locker and scrambles to follow after you, trying to play it off. “I- uh..what’re you talking about?”

“I don’t need help, Anakin, especially not your’s.” You continue down the hall as if he wasn’t trying to keep up with you.

He lets his eyes roam unabashedly down your new form. “There’s no way.” He says a little louder than he intended, his steps faltering for a moment but then he quickly scrambles after you again. “You- wow you changed so much. You look incredible.”

“I know.” You say coolly.

He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. This was such a contrast to how you used to be. “I uh, we missed you when classes resumed.”

You scoff out a dry chuckle.

Anakin recoils a little. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

He nods his head, “Uh yeah there is. You’re so…different.”

“Oh, so I lose the weight, change everything about myself and I’m still not good enough?” You throw back casually.

“What are you talking about?” He asks genuinely confused over this attitude, so different from the sweet, quiet you he knew.

Abruptly you stop and look at him, “I heard everything you said.”

“Everything I said…?” He asks nervously.

“How it was all just some big joke to you, something to pass the time with,” The crease between his eyebrows deepen, a new kind of feeling starting to churn his stomach, “How you and Padmé couldn’t believe I was buying it?” You continued on.

“Shit.” He exhales, running a hand through his already tousled curls. “Look, you weren’t supposed to hear that-“

“Clearly.” You scoff, continuing to walk off away from him again.

“Hey hey, wait,” he catches up again, grabbing onto your arm lightly to get you to stop and keep talking to him. “You can’t just say that and act like it’s nothing. I really never meant-“

“Stop, Anakin. What’s done is done. I get it okay? It’s so absurd to think that anyone would like me, you had to turn it into a joke. You don’t have to explain yourself,” you respond casually. “Anything for a laugh.”

His stomach felt like it was eating itself with a newfound guilt. You were so sweet before and he’d ruined that. God, he was a prick wasn’t he? “I-..I”

“See you around, sunshine.” You say, your words coming off indifferent as you walk away.

Anakin is left there speechless for once, his heart feeling like it was in his gut, his stomach aching. He didn’t know what regret was until that moment. “Yeah..see you.” He huffs to himself. He sighs and turns to walk in other direction, stealing one more glance at you over his shoulder.

He’d find a way to make this right.

[hwashua-luv]

A Birthday Surprise

The soft hum of music filled the cozy café, mingling with the sweet scent of pastries and freshly brewed coffee. It was Jeonghan's birthday, and you had been planning this surprise for weeks. He had always been the one to take care of everyone, effortlessly brightening your days with his smile and laughter, and today, it was your turn to do something special for him.

As the door jingled, you glanced at the clock. It was almost 5 PM—time for the surprise. You arranged the last few details: balloons, a small cake with a single candle, and a table adorned with colourful streamers. You had invited a few close friends, hoping to create an intimate yet festive atmosphere.

"Everything looks perfect," you murmured to yourself, adjusting the balloons one last time. Just as you stepped back to admire your handiwork, the door swung open, and a gust of wind swept through the café.

Jeonghan entered, shaking off the cold and brushing his hair back with an endearing smile. Your heart fluttered. He was always effortlessly charming, but today, he looked particularly handsome in a casual beige sweater and jeans.

"Hey, you!" he called out, spotting you near the back of the café. "What are you doing here?"

You grinned, trying to suppress your excitement. "Just enjoying some coffee. Want to join?"

He walked over, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Sure! What are you up to?"

"Just... you know, celebrating a special day," you replied, trying to play it cool.

He chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that warmed you from the inside out. "Well, you always know how to make a day special, don't you?"

You felt your cheeks heat up, but before you could respond, the café door swung open again, and your friends began to trickle in. They greeted Jeonghan with cheerful "Happy Birthdays!" while you gestured toward the table you had prepared.

"What's all this?" Jeonghan asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Surprise!" you shouted, the energy in the café shifting as everyone gathered around the table. Jeonghan's eyes widened in shock and delight as he took in the decorations and the small cake.

"I can't believe you did this!" he exclaimed, a broad smile spreading across his face. "You're the best!"

You laughed, feeling a rush of warmth. "Well, you deserve it. Now, make a wish and blow out the candle!"

As he closed his eyes, you caught a glimpse of the way his features softened, and your heart swelled. You had been harboring feelings for Jeonghan for quite some time, and seeing him happy like this made everything feel right.

He opened his eyes and blew out the candle, and everyone cheered. You clapped along, but your gaze was fixed on him, trying to memorize the way his laughter lit up the room.

"Okay, let's eat!" he said, diving into the cake while your friends chatted animatedly. The atmosphere was lively, filled with joy and laughter.

After the initial excitement of the cake, everyone settled into smaller conversations. You found yourself sitting next to Jeonghan, who was enjoying his slice of cake.

"This is really good," he said, savouring a bite. "Did you make it?"

You shook your head. "I wish! I got it from that bakery down the street. They have the best cakes."

"Great choice," he said, his eyes sparkling. "You always have a knack for picking the best places."

"Just trying to keep up with you," you joked, nudging him playfully.

He laughed, and for a moment, it felt like the world around you faded away. The warmth of his presence, the way his smile crinkled at the corners—everything about him was captivating.

As the evening wore on, the laughter continued, and more friends joined in, sharing stories and making memories. You felt a sense of accomplishment seeing Jeonghan so happy, but there was also a lingering desire in your heart to share something more with him.

"Hey, can we talk for a second?" you asked, pulling him aside as the party began to wind down.

"Sure," he replied, tilting his head with curiosity.

You led him to a quieter corner of the café, where the ambient music and chatter faded into the background. "I just wanted to say... I really hope you've enjoyed today."

"I have! It's been amazing," he said, his expression sincere. "You really outdid yourself."

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your courage. "I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now."

His gaze intensified, and you could feel your heart racing. "What is it?"

You took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I... I really like you, Jeonghan. More than just a friend."

For a moment, silence enveloped you both. His eyes widened slightly, and you could almost hear your heart pounding in your ears.

"I... wow," he said, a smile creeping onto his face. "I didn't know you felt that way."You nodded, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "I know it's sudden, and we're friends, but I just needed to tell you."

He stepped closer, the playful teasing in his expression fading into something softer. "I've felt the same way, but I didn't know if you would feel comfortable with that."Your heart soared at his confession. "Really?"

"Really," he said, his voice steady. "I've been waiting for the right moment to say something, but it looks like you beat me to it."

With a rush of exhilaration, you smiled up at him. "So what now?"

"I guess we can take it slow," he suggested, a hint of mischief returning to his eyes. "But for now, I think a birthday kiss is in order, don't you?"

Your breath caught in your throat, excitement and nervousness swirling within you. "A birthday kiss?" you echoed, unable to hide your smile.

He stepped even closer, the warmth of his presence enveloping you. "Just a small one, to celebrate."

Your heart raced as he leaned in, and you found yourself closing the distance. The moment his lips met yours, a spark ignited, and the world around you faded into a soft blur. His kiss was gentle yet electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. Time seemed to stretch as you savored the moment—this sweet, unexpected gift.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, a shared smile illuminating your faces. "Wow," you whispered, feeling a rush of warmth. "That was definitely the best birthday surprise ever."

He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "And it's only the beginning."As you both returned to the party, hand in hand, you felt a sense of hope and excitement for what lay ahead. Jeonghan's birthday had turned into something more—a promise of new beginnings, laughter, and perhaps, the start of a beautiful relationship. The café buzzed with life around you, but in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of his hand in yours and the happiness that filled your heart.

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Word count: 1113

Author's note: The same one-shot has been posted on Tumblr (hwashua-luv). Requests are also open <3

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[ingravinoveritas]

GT is really trying to make the Baftas about her on her Ig huh

(Grouping together for ease of responding.)

I've seen several mentions/had folks talking to me in DM about Georgia's Insta stories earlier today. I'll put some screenshots here so we can discuss:

I feel like this all starts with yesterday, so let's quickly recap: Last night, David appeared on the One Show. Georgia came along and watched the show backstage, and posted an Insta story of him on the TV screen, in color. She posted nothing related to David and Valentine's Day, despite having made a post about him every year for the last several years. Today, she posted about BAFTA preparations. Two photos of David, both again in black-and-white, and two photos in color, one of which featured her calling a bag of skincare products "my valentine."

The first thing that comes to mind is the songs that are used on some of these stories. For three out of four, the songs are upbeat and happy, which seems to contrast starkly with the almost somber tone of these pictures. It reminds me of the song "I Am A Rock" by Simon & Garfunkel, where the music is cheerful and up tempo, yet the lyrics are much darker and full of pain/sadness. So if you're only looking at what's on the surface, it causes you to miss what is going on underneath.

It would also be very easy to overlook that these stories are all related to an awards show--that David is hosting for a second time, no less. Because there isn't really anything celebratory about any of these. Just looking at the captions/tags, Georgia seems to be showing more enthusiasm for receiving free skincare products than for anything else. And in both pictures of David, he is doing something else/just trying to exist while she photographs him. In the picture in the car, he seems to be looking at the National Theatre, and despite sitting next to her, it feels like he is about a million miles away--that same feeling of preoccupation/tiredness that we saw last night.

And then there's the last piece of these stories, which is that the photos of David are once again in black-and-white. I've said this previously, but we are now long past the point where the B&W makes sense for legal reasons or anything having to do with the show. Let's also look at what's happened over the last few weeks: The fan taking a picture with David in the airport, the photo of David behind the bar in a pub in Glasgow this week, and then the full-on hair reveal last night, all in color. Contrast that with the video of David dancing to Sabrina Carpenter, the WOS acceptance speech, and now these photos, all in black and white, and all taken/filmed by Georgia.

Looking at everything together, I think David never cared about hiding his hair, while Georgia and Anna knew/know the fans have wanted to see dyed hair, and have viewed their Instagrams as a source for pictures. So holding the promise and possibility of seeing that is a guaranteed way to keep getting clicks and drive engagement, especially given how many fans took screenshots and got excited every time Georgia or Anna added a new story. What became a joke at the fandom's expense has now backfired, and I truly don't think there was ever going to be a "big reveal" or that either of them intended to post a picture of the dyed hair in color.

To be clear, there is no part of me that takes joy in any of this, and I do not wish for either David or Georgia to be unhappy or miserable. But I can't dismiss the almost painful gut reaction I had to these Insta stories--how "off" the vibes are, and how this all seems to be about much more than just hair dye.

What will happen at the BAFTAs tomorrow is still anyone's guess--Michael is not listed as a special guest or as a presenter (though he did present an award last year, as I recall), so who knows if he will even be there--but I am honestly hoping that things will be okay. For everyone's sake...

[itsnesss]

Hello! I heard requests are open? Could you please do a Robby x sister! Reader where reader is at prom with her bf Eli (after the shaving) and she sees Robby and she catches Robby alone and tries to talk to him about why he shaved her bf’s hair off and she tries to reason with him (i’m headcanoning her as a sweet girl. Like Moon, but nicer) and in the end, she gives up on that convo and they hang out a little, maybe even have a small dance (cause no matter what happens, they’re still twins and they can never hate each other, even when they’re on opposite sides of war). I know it’s a long one but could you please try to do it? Thank you so much!!

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 | robby keene × sister!reader

summary | the request

warnings | sister!reader, family conflict, emotional tension, siblings at odds, angst

word count | 1.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You’re at prom, the dress you picked out shining under the lights, and your boyfriend Eli is by your side, more than happy after his transformation with his hair. Everyone at school is talking about his new look, and although you're a bit concerned about what others think, what truly matters to you is how he makes you feel. By your side, Eli can't stop smiling, completely unaware of what's going on in your mind. On the other hand, you're thinking about something else: Robby.

You never thought you'd get to this point, where seeing your twin brother could feel so uncomfortable. After all, deep down, you always knew that even though you were on opposite sides, you’d never stop loving him. But you can’t help but feel like something broke. The conversation you had before, after Eli’s fight with Robby, the hair shaving incident… it’s all making you uneasy.

You spot Robby across the dance floor, his gaze fixed on the ground as he watches others dance. Something in his posture makes you think he’s not really enjoying the moment, and though you try not to, you find yourself walking toward him.

"I’m going to grab a drink," you say, without looking at him, your tone friendly. Eli doesn’t respond; he’s too distracted, probably talking to other classmates.

You approach Robby, who only glances at you for a second before looking away, as if he doesn’t want you to see him. You softly call his name, and when his eyes meet yours, a lump forms in your chest.

"Robby," you whisper. "Can we talk for a moment?"

He takes a step back, as though trying to avoid the conversation. "We don’t have anything to talk about."

But you don’t let him walk away, not this time. "Yes, Robby, we do. Why did you do that? Why did you shave Eli’s hair?" The sadness in your voice is palpable, but you don’t let it turn into anger, just a little spark of disappointment.

Robby runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "He deserved it. I don’t care what you think about it."

Your heart sinks a little more. "No, Robby. He didn’t deserve it. You can’t just go around ruining people’s lives because you don’t agree with something. Do you remember how we were, how we used to be?" you ask, your voice trembling a bit.

He doesn’t respond immediately, but the way his eyes soften for a second gives you a glimmer of hope. "I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would affect you that much."

You stare at him, looking for some sign of the person you used to know, the person you grew up with. "It’s just that I don’t understand why you did it, Robby. All of this… Eli never did anything to you."

"It’s complicated," he says, and for a moment it seems like he’s going to say more, but he stops himself. Then, his gaze drifts to the dance floor, as if he’s trying to escape the conversation. "Let’s just leave it."

"No, I don’t want to leave it," you say firmly. You step closer to him, your voice steady. "What I want is for us to at least talk. You and I… we’re more than this. I don’t want our relationship to be reduced to this. I’m not going to hate you, Robby, even if we’re on different sides. I don’t want us to lose each other over this."

Robby remains silent, staring into your eyes as if searching for something in them, something that will make him understand why, suddenly, everything that used to be so easy now feels so complicated.

Finally, he steps back. "You know what? Forget it, okay? I don’t want to ruin your night."

"I just want things to be okay between us, brother," you say, almost with a sigh of frustration. "I’ll never stop being your sister, Robby. That doesn’t change."

He looks at you silently, his face caught between anger and sadness. For a moment, it seems like something inside him gives way, but instead of answering, he just turns and walks away. In his face, a shadow of inner conflict that you haven’t seen before.

And as you watch him leave, you realize something: no matter what’s happened between you two, no matter what’s separated you, words don’t fix everything. Sometimes, all it takes is being there, even amidst the chaos.

You wander through the dance floor, thinking that the night could’ve turned out differently. But when you glance toward the edge of the room, you see him again. Robby is standing there, alone, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cup of drink.

Without thinking twice, you approach him again. This time, it’s not to talk, but to just be there, like you always used to when you were younger.

"Robby," you say softly, no reproach, no judgment. "I want to dance."

He looks at you and lets out a small smile, one that you know means that, even though things aren’t perfect right now, there’s still something between you two that will never disappear. Without saying much more, Robby stands up and takes your hand. The noise from the dance floor fades as he leads you to a quieter corner, away from the curious glances of others.

You dance without speaking, without needing words. The soft rhythm of the music allows you to connect without saying anything. It’s strange, but in a way, it’s perfect. The way Robby looks at you, that look that tells you everything that’s happened hasn’t completely changed him. And you know that, even though things are complicated right now, you’ll always have a bond that goes beyond the fights, beyond everything that separates you.

At the end, the music slows and you both pull apart, but not before Robby looks at you once more, with a softness you haven’t seen in a long time.

"I love you, sis," he whispers, almost like he’s confessing a secret.

"I love you too," you respond, with a sad, but sincere smile. "Nothing will ever change that."

And although you don’t know if things will be fixed between you, at least tonight, the fact that you two were able to dance together is a small comfort. Because even when everything is against you, the bond of family, the bond between twins, never fades.

[inkspiredwriting]

Happier

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I recently got a message from @optimisticlightenthusiast with this wonderful idea. So I wrote a oneshot and I really hope you like it. The song in the OneShot is called happier by Olivia Rodrigo. I didn't know this song before and now I hear it all the time. @optimisticlightenthusiast please let me know what you think

Warnings: Heartbreak?

When Five and Lila finally returned to their timeline, seven years had passed for them—years of survival, struggle, and ultimately, an unbreakable bond. But for everyone else, it had only been a few hours. That fact alone was enough to create fractures in relationships Five had once taken for granted.

Especially with Y/n.

Before the incident, Y/n had been his world. She had been the one to soften his sharp edges, the one who made him believe, even for a fleeting moment, that he could have something normal. But when he vanished, Lila was there with him and Y/n wasn't.

At first, Five had assumed things could go back to the way they were. Sure, he and Lila had been through hell together and kissed, but that didn’t mean things had changed between him and Y/n... right?

But Diego saw it before Five did. He saw the way Five and Lila moved around each other like magnets, the way they understood each other in ways no one else could, how they looked at each other. And Diego, despite his usual obliviousness, could see the pain it caused Y/n and also himself.

So Diego made a decision.

"Lila staying with you," Diego had told Five one night, after the dust settled a little. "Me and also Y/n can’t be around that. Around you two."

And that was it. No discussion. No argument. Just an unspoken understanding that things had shifted, and Diego wasn’t going to fight it.

Y/n, however, wasn’t as loud about her pain. Instead, she turned it into something beautiful.

A few weeks later, Five heard the song. "Happier."

It played from the speakers one morning while he and Lila sat around for breakfast, and the moment Five heard the lyrics, his stomach twisted.

"I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me."

His grip on his coffee mug tightened. The words hit like a bullet, each lyric digging into his ribs like a truth he didn’t want to face.

"And now I'm pickin' her apart Like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart."

Across the table, Lila chewed lazily on her toast, unfazed. But Five felt like he was suffocating.

Because it wasn’t just a song.

It was Y/n, putting her heartbreak into music for the entire world to hear.

And it worked. Five felt bad. Really bad.

But what could he do? He had made his choice. Hadn’t he?

For weeks, he tried to push it aside, convincing himself that Y/n would be fine. That she’d move on. That the song was just a fleeting moment of pain she needed to release.

But then, she did move on.

And that was somehow worse.

It happened unexpectedly.

Five had just walked into a coffee shop when he saw her, sitting at a table with Diego of all people. At first, Five assumed it was a casual meet-up. But then Y/n laughed—one of those real, effortless laughs that used to belong to him.

And Diego? He was smiling at her like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Five felt something in his chest twist.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

It was one thing to hear her pain in a song. It was another to see her happy—actually happy—with someone else.

"Jealous much?" Lila's voice rang in his ear, and Five turned to see her standing beside him, sipping a stolen coffee.

"I'm not jealous," Five lied.

Lila snorted. "Sure, and I’m a kindergarten teacher."

Five sighed, running a hand down his face. "She wrote a song about me. A brutal song about me, and now she’s sitting there looking like she never cared at all."

"Maybe that’s the point," Lila shrugged. "You broke her heart, she got over it. That’s what people do."

Five scowled. "I didn’t break her heart."

Lila raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. You and I were trapped in a timeline for seven years and fell in love, even though you were in a relationship with Y/n and I was married to Diego. What did you think was gonna happen?"

He had no response to that.

Instead, he glanced back at Y/n, who was now holding Diego’s hand, her fingers casually playing with his as they talked.

That could’ve been him. That should’ve been him.

But it was too late.

He had made his choice. And now he had to live with it.

Even if it hurt like hell.

[hils79]

Hils Watches Matz Travel Vlog - Part 2

This reminds me so much of the time I got lost at Stockholm train station when I went over to watch the hockey

Yes. For the shot...

Hongjoong explaining how train departure boards work is honestly very charming. He seemed so confused by the whole experience until he figured it out.

Praising Hongjoong comes so naturally to Seonghwa half the time it's like he's not even thinking about it

They're being very polite about it but I'm assuming most of the 'fans' at the station are people who followed them there

I hope Seonghwa calls him this a lot. In private. If you know what I mean.

God, they are so married.

Apparently you're not allowed to say Instagram either.

Like, seriously, he didn't even blink. They really do have an old married couple vibe where they just compliment each other as easy as breathing.

Seonghwa experiencing a day off from parenting

Planning the honeymoon already

Seonghwa taking credit because it was his idea to go on a trip even though Hongjoong did all the planning and organising

WHY IS HE SO CUTE?? Shit like this is why he's my bias

Whoever did the captions also thinks they are married

Hongjoong, I promise it's okay for you to take one single day off.

Aww his English is really good!

Someone from the KQ finance department definitely captioned this

I love that most of this vlog is just Seonghwa telling Hongjoong how great he is

But still talks about him like he's a baby even though they're only a few months apart in age

It must be so hard being married to Kim Hongjoong. JUST DO SOMETHING ROMANTIC WITH YOUR WIFE. Yunho would have understood the assignment.

I bet that one is in his private collection

OMG the way Hongjoong's mother's voice changes in tone completely when she sees Seonghwa. She sounds so happy to see him.

Absolutely wild to visit a relatively small town in Italy and find the a store for the brand you are an ambassador for. I think Hongjoong was even more excited than Seonghwa

Aww he's missing his son

Wow he legit lost his mind over the magnets and was heavy breathing and everything

God, Seonghwa is even mothering their manager. I love him so much.

Welp hit the image limit again and I'm still only 45 mins through. Onward to part 3, which should be the last one unless they go insane.

Part 3

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

do you headcanon Tom's name to be short for thomas or is it just tom, with the modern Hebrew meaning of "innocence"/"ending"?

I always headcanon Thomas and Jacob, just because those are a little more traditional. Also, this is 100% personal preference, but I don't like using nicknames as legal names. It can result in an adult with a childish and cutesy name, and it leaves your kid with far fewer name options for choosing what to be called.

[flufflecat]

happy pride month, im so glad to see people doing fun new varieties of ace discourse this year -_-

[wfuckshit42]

here's my hot take