#i know i fucked up the jacket and im too lazy to fix it its past 3am

[whollysensei]

when the stupid bachelor says magic doesn't exists

[barfoltidotcom]

cackling to myself in the coffeshop (my beloved coffee shop) and i ended up doodling modern au of everyone.....origionally i was gonna start with celestine but lol i went ham on marinseya.......

ANYWAYS im laughing bc i gave her a "DYKE" patch on her jeans and i think its so her lol

so far im trying to decide what to do with the patch on her other knee. and yes she was a bomber jacket bc i think they slay but most of all it makes drawing her upper half easier LOL i can be lazy as hell with it if i give her a big jacket with a furry collar

AND YES she is smoking a cigarette.

she has a punk band and runs a shitty basement venue out of the old barn on the farm she inherited (if i had to assin a real life band it would probably be emily's sassy lime....thats the vibe u know oh and skating polly's song send a priest is aso a vibe)

instead of a dragon velix is a horse

and alll the crops she grows she like distrubutes to ppl in her community bc hes cool and shes also always fixing her friends apartments and houes bc shes very handy (farm girl moment) anyways everone always comes over for shows aso

and celestine is her BEST BESTIE (they live together) and florence is celestine's boyfriend that recently moved to town from ...??? somehwere....hes always really vague about it but no one pushes it. plus he is rlly good at cooking a lot of food for a lot of ppl so when he starts serving soup at a show (out of celestine and marinseya's shitty farm kitcen...it has one of the side screen doors they prop open and its out of a beat to shit big ass pot he bought at thrift store lol) everyone was like.........yo celestine.....he makes a mean cassarole too so can you keep him (not that celestine needed them to ask but it is great to see him accepted by the community)

OKAY WHERE WAS I GOING WITH THIS

um so breysis ends up playing a show there with her band and marinseya is like

WOWIE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU SO HARD

but is a typical useless lesbian abt it lol like maybe she even writes a song for breysis and its insufferable to see her pine so fucking hard lol. idk im gonna stop blabbing now

[almightanna]

cisfemale — ever hear people say ANNABEL DE LA ROSA looks a lot like ADRIA ARJONA? I think SHE is about 30, so it doesn’t really work. The AUTHOR / BALLET INSTRUCTOR has lived in Livingstone for SIX MONTHS. They can be DILIGENT, but they can also be CYNICAL. I think ANNA might be A TIER 1 SHEPHERD. ( snot goblin. 20. est. she/they. )

i’m sry this took ... so long to put out ... ive been rly lazy these past few days but !! she is Here and she is Ready. i haven’t played her in a few months and last time she was a junior in high school so !! forgive me. but she’s a very old muse and has gone thru ... several fc changes. anyways !! please give this a LIKE if you’d like for me to slide into ur ims. 

TW: POVERTY, DIVORCE SORT OF, CAR ACCIDENT, TRAUMATIC INJURIES, MENTIONS OF DEATH, GRIEF.

a e s t h e t i c s

falling feathers darkened at the tips, leather jackets and pinstripes, red trenchcoats and plaid skirts, worn ballet shoes covered in dust, smudged eyeliner and unruly hair, boxing gloves, ornate canes and pain medication, bandaged hands, classical music floating throughout an empty ballroom, bomber jackets and cropped tees, spilled ink and stained hands, glasses skewed, sneers and jabs, constant fighting, smog in a city, spotlights and encores, piles of books and a long line, backless dresses and sitting alone at a bar, wariness.

general info !!

full name: annabel maritza de la rosa

nickname(s): anna, annie (hates), anna banana (father, exclusively)

b.o.d. - october 31st. scorpio child.

label(s): the catalyst, the charlatan, the crepehanger, the minefield

height: 5′7″

hometown: nyc, ny

sexuality: bisexual

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biography !!

born to two high schoolers who never married, mathías de la rosa and leonora nieves. they were head over heels for each other - when mathías graduated he took up two jobs alongside community college to support their family, until leonora graduated and took on the arts.

growing up was tough - living in the city wasn’t cheap, leonora’s art rarely sold and the two often went without eating in order to provide for annabel. as a child she’d often wear hand-me-downs from extended family.

was taught to be a hard worker and it was reflected in her schoolwork - anna excelled in all her classes but especially english. her love for writing grew at a young age, and as a child she saved up enough money to buy herself proper journals. 

the only thing that she grew more passionate towards than writing was ballet - she caught the image of girls flying through the air and landing on their toes in the window of a dance studio on a walk home from school one day and that was it - something clicked inside of her.

that same day she would spend hours prancing about their tiny apartment, trying to mimic what she’d seen. it was easy to spot the passion anna had for the dance - and within a few months they had saved up enough money for a month’s worth of lessons.

anna was ecstatic - her slippers were old and found in the back of a thrift store by an odd miracle, but she put her all into the lessons regardless. she was quick to pick up on each move, and by the end of the month it was clear that anna had a natural talent.

leonora picked up a job in order for them to keep affording the lessons, month after month - they weighed down on their pockets, but it kept anna happy.

flash forward a few years - life was good. money was still a struggle but they were tight knit.

or rather, anna thought they were tight knit.

mathías and leonora split up when anna was twelve - an event that rocked the young girl’s world, something that she couldn’t understand. they had kept up a front of love when anna was home from school or ballet - but behind doors, they had been growing apart.

anna viewed their separation as leonora running off with another man - an art collector who had a fascination with leonora’s paintings. she viewed this as the end of the world. she viewed this as the death of love.

when anna was twelve, she swore she would never fall in love - refused to believe in its existence. she couldn’t wrap her mind around the simple separation.

her father got a third job in order to keep up with payments, and anna pushed herself in both ballet and school - not being able to handle an empty apartment. she decided to get a job - to help ease her father, but was too young.

so anna decided to do what any average 12 year old would do. she started scamming people.

she’d sell store-bought lemonade as if it were homemade, stole ceramics from art class and sold them to neighbors. she found an old girl scouts uniform in the back of a goodwill and for the next month, she sold knock-off girl scout cookies from the dollar store - going door to door.

her personality had changed drastically - anna went from a sweet, optimistic girl with warm brown eyes and an infectious laugh to cold, calculated, and downright cruel. she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

she got an invitation to a prestigious private school, full scholarship, before she hit high school - originally wanted to reject it as the thought of being surrounded by new york’s richest teens was appalling, but their ballet program was a one-way ticket into the american ballet theatre. anna ultimately accepted the scholarship.

high school was immediately hell for her - pretentious rich kids who all shared a collective brain cell and her secondhand uniform being a prime target for them.

ballet got extremely competitive - anna was a threat to every dancer in their program, bullying and sabotage became standard - but anna retaliated when possible.

this all, however, suddenly stopped when anna picked up her latest scam: faking psychic. through a small network of ‘bees’ she’d pay to gather information (gossip, rumors, etc. etc.) she was able to accurately ~see~ into students’ past, present, and potentially future affairs. the money was very worth it.

from that point forward, people were intimidated by her.

when anna was 16 she was handpicked to join the american ballet theatre’s studio company, alongside 11 other lucky individuals. her dream from that point forward was to become the youngest principal ballerina for abt - and she was going to start by winning over the role of clara in their production of the nutcracker.

she was 17 when she was chosen, much to the dismay of the other girls. she had momentarily quit her ‘psychic’ business in order to dedicate the entirety of her time towards rehearsals & practice.

the final week before her first performance as clara, anna got into a car accident heading home after another tiresome rehearsal. knocked unconscious, anna woke up three days later with no recollection of the accident - and her leg freshly operated on.

it was a devastating event that should had killed her - maybe she would had been better off if it had - but instead, it had effectively destroyed any chances of her dancing professionally.

it took two months of extensive physical therapy for anna to walk again - now relying heavily on a cane.

with ptsd and depression weighing heavily on her shoulders, anna turned back to writing - mostly as a coping mechanism, but it soon became the fierce passion it once was when she was younger.

for the remainder of her high school life, anna dedicated the majority of her time towards recovery, her writing, and directing her school’s theatre productions. oh - and claiming that almost dying had given her the gift of mediumship. it wasn’t too far off from her psychic claims - her peers believed it well enough to either stay away, or pay her for a small amount of comfort.

went to columbia after graduation on a full scholarship - it’s one of her few sources of pride - where she earned her dual degree in english & investigative journalism ( mostly because she didn’t know what she wanted to do )

wrote and published a book based heavily on her experiences as a scholarship student at a private school - YA fiction, essentially - mostly just to dip her toes in the water and become established as an author. surprisingly - the book was a hit, and has written three more in the form of a small series. she also wrote a small book on what it’s like being a ‘psychic medium’.

annabel only came to livingstone after the apner family had left her a hefty email - pleading with her to connect to their dead son. it was in livingstone that annabel heard of the watershed app - and it was from there that her interest was peaked. she immediately found herself involved as a tier 1 shepherd.

she’s partially there to take notes - to learn as much about the app as she can - and partially to strengthen and build her side-business, though she had thought she was retired. the con, however, is too great to resist. essentially - she wants to become a high enough tier to learn the dirt on everybody, and then use that for her psychic business. 

decided to become a dance instructor due to her experience as a ballerina, but because she can’t really ... dance, has assistants that help her.

personality !!

lives in a semi-decent apartment downtown where the elevator would break every other week until she threatened her landlord and it was magically fixed permanently  :^)

that being said - she’s not the friendliest person. knows what she wants and how to get it, and will not hesitate to use people or push them out of her way in order to achieve her goals.

her cutthroat nature was the reason for her success in academics and dance - her students are all terrified of her, and rightfully so. she teaches dancers between the ages of 16-24. while incredibly hard on them - she’d rip someone a new one if they tried to hurt any of her students.

horribly stubborn - if she’s got an idea of you already in her mind, then it’s hard to convince her otherwise.

still uses a cane - in fact, she can’t really walk without it - unless she wants to be in pain.

it’s sturdy, ornate, and pretty fucking solid. doubles as a weapon if need be - has definitely ... hit people with it before, though she’s calmed down now that she’s older.

used to be very angry, very defensive as a teenager and young adult - is still the same, just ... less intense. will not hesitate to speak her mind and let her opinions known - especially in the face of injustice.

doesn’t really have the best ... relationship with authority, mainly because of where she was raised and her con-artist businesses. tends to be snarky and sarcastic to anybody in charge - or really, anybody in general. 

pretty distrusting, pretty emotionless on the outside, doesn’t like to be seen as weak or somebody to be pitied. keeps herself closely guarded and doesn’t really let others ‘inside’ due to her own comfort levels.

swore off love when she was 12 and during a fluke mid-twenties, wound up engaged. called off the engagement when she found her groom-to-be and her bridesmaid-slash-cousin together. very classic - very re-enforcing of a few of her greatest fears.

she’ll sleep around but dating is out of the question, for the most part - she’s been on a few blind dates, a few casual get-togethers - but she’s always the one to break things off. is more of a careful hook-up kind of gal.

still does her psychic medium business !! sometimes she wonders if she’s a bad person because of it - but ultimately, it’s on her customers for believing in all that nonsense anyway. anna herself is a skeptic - doesn’t believe in anything unless she can see it and feel it.

her apartment is still half-packed, half-unpacked, because she honestly cannot be bothered. got out the essentials and that was it. still has her ballet shoes, still has all of her awards for competitions she’s won - they’re just in a box tucked away somewhere labeled ‘do not open’.

is actually ... a pretty sentimental person, doesn’t take anything she’s got for granted, and is hugely appreciative of her father. sends him money when she can. hasn’t spoken to her mother in years - pretty sure she’s got a step / half-sibling or two but she’s never met them. 

a lone wolf and likes it that way, but she isn’t super opposed to friendship - even if she won’t necessarily call anybody a friend. appreciates others who are similar to her - got their head on right, and knows what they want in life.

has a pretty bad fear of driving - will uber if she needs to go anywhere - even then, being in cars makes her pretty anxious. still has ptsd-induced panic attacks, though she’s managed them pretty well.

doesn’t really do drugs! will smoke weed to ease the ache and her nerves, but otherwise she only takes what is prescribed for her. doesn’t drink anything hard, either. big fan of beer and wine. probably gets wine drunk home alone late at night ... like ... two times a week.

goes between being high strung and uncaring - she’s not especially moody ( rather, is just consistently angry for whatever reasons ) but she definitely tries to bottle everything up.

probably keeps pepper spray on her at all times, even though she’s got her cane. has a gun in her apartment, cat ear brass knuckles on her keychain. she’s not paranoid, she just likes being prepared.

kind of wants to write a novel based off of watershed so! she takes a lot of notes - tends to be very observant.

has a soft spot for children, animals, and soft women. kind of person who will put herself in the line of danger in order to protect others - even if she doesn’t necessarily know them too well.

also the kind of person who’ll set something on fire - or do something because you’ve told her not to. incredibly spiteful when wronged. will raise hell if need be.

morally ambiguous tbh.

wanted connections !!

maybe ... a roommate? i imagine her living alone but i also like the idea of having roommate so :^)

she’s sort of new in town so ! acquaintances. people who’ve seen her in town and are curious. people who’ve seen her like ... kick someone’s tire in a small fit of rage or spend 20 minutes trying to coax a cat into coming near her so she could pet it.

fans of her books !!

someone from new york who recognizes her from whatever !! whether it’s from newspaper details of her incident, her legacy at her private school, someone who went to the same college as her, her legacy as a ballerina before her incident, etc. etc.

has taken up boxing recently - so somebody whose helping her at the gym?

someone who tried to like. help her cross the road or something because they saw her with her cane and she yelled at them so now they’re in this weird spot.

students !! if somebody does ballet - she might be teaching them.

alternately, one of her assistants !!

someone she’s soft for for whatever reason :/

hookups !! preferably mid-20s to like. late-30s. she’s not a cougar, i’m sorry :(

somebody who wants her to be a cougar. and she just has to keep rejecting them.

customers who come to her for psychic readings and like. comfort in the form of talking to the dead.

people skeptical of her !! maybe trying to ruin her in some way.

other shepherds. someone higher up that she’s trying to manipulate in some way for her own benefits.

a drunk one night stand that neither wants to talk about.

a pregnancy scare with another, separate one night stand! it turned out to be nothing, but there was some. weirdness. between them afterwards.

a blind date or two dnfjgkmh

someone she ghosted :/

someone she’s like, protected from a creep at a bar or a club ! and now they feel indebted towards her and she’s just like uuuh no. stop.

annoyances !!

like ... maybe a pal or two, or three. mainly just people she gets along with !!

on the other end - something where they just. despise each other for whatever reason. pure hatred.

hatred but make it sexy.

a dealer because even though she can get medical marijuana ... it’s good to have a lil extra on ya :)

people She’s suspicious of for whatever reason - someone she caught doing something. suspicious. untrustworthy.

someone where their mail keeps getting mixed up.

uuh really im down for anything !!

[briteboy]

okay i’m gonna be real with you. i have...a LOT...of messages. going as far back as like...january? probably? i know...i’m so bad...don’t crucify me. i tried to get through all of them but there were a lot that i didn’t have a worthwhile reply for so i’m sorry if i didn’t answer something you sent :{

so here we have: a lot of nice things, a lot of santisms, reactions to the lou and cillian punchout, a few responses to my portfolio and other stuffs...i wanted to put astrology asks in at the end but it’s...a lot more than i thought it was and it’s 3 am so i’d rather die than answer all of those LMAO sorry. i’ll get to it next time

Anonymous said:

u can delete the snorting cum asks but it will still follow you for eternity

okay so I saw the ask about snorting cum and it reminded me of a time that cum came out of my nose. It was gross but my boyfriend and I laughed it off. idk. I thought it would be a funny thing to share!! i'd understand if you didn't want this on your blog!! (maybe it makes you laugh!!)

wELL. WE’RE OFF TO A GOOD START HERE. i’m screaming at this...i hope nothing EVER comes out of my nose ever in life...i hate this but ur right it did make me laugh

(Winry anon again) Also, did you get her name from FMA Winry Rockbell because if so I love it

hehe...yes...

hornybodies

this is what bartsim calls me and i hate her for it

whats the truth bitch

I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THIS IS ABOUT BUT I’M LAUGHIGN

i never realised how much i actually missed santi but now im CRYING AND I WANT HIM BACK IN EVERY SINGLE POST WITH LOU BY HIS SIDE LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER PLEASE

I missed santirat's beautiful face there are literal tears rn

me too...i hate that i miss him so much it’s so freaking dumb...i haven’t cried to my own story in a while but i bet i’m gonna once santi’s comeback rolls around. i’m already bracing myself

nvm u can have the lovely rat back, that way my heart wouldn’t be hurting like it is now

honestly yeah that’s fair

Been silently following your blog and though I'm more of a "ghost"(? What does that even mean¿) follower, I can't help but express just how chocked I am to see Santi again OMG. Gutted Lou has had a flashback, she does not deserve this. :'(

hello casper the friendly ghost...i love having santi pop up with surprise flashbacks hehe...ur right though she DOES NOT NEED THIS in her life, but it will get better for her soon do not fret my ghoulish friend

I need more pics of Lou and Santi together I’m not satisfied, thankssss

ELI AND MIYU GETTING SO EXCIted WHEN LOU TOLD THEM SHE LIKES GIRLS MY HEART :’)

HEHEH i love it cause that’s literally how my friends and i act, it was fun to write in a scene :~} i’m glad you liked it :’}}

Yeah when I cut my hair short everyone assumed I liked girls I found it kind of odd, but I didn't care too much. It mostly just made me end up realizing all the shit lgbt people go through, one time a guy literally went up to me and my friend, my bff who no one really knew was a lesbian was terrified because he said "oh dont worry lesbians are hot, but gay guys are just disgusting" it ended up he was talking to me, i just rolled up a piece of paper as tight as I could and smacked him on the head

EWW first of all that guy can take his weird fetishization and homophobia elsewhere thanks...i’m glad you threw a paper ball at him LMAO. but yeah on one hand, coming from ignorant/straight people it’s like “uhhhh why would you assume that about me”, within the lgbt community it’s like...common ground...an inside joke...i guess? so it’s weird. the link between hair, clothes and sexuality is can definitely be harmful in certain circumstances

fiona is my spirit animal and i love her ok thanks for coming to my TED Talk

that was illuminating thank you

i re-read santis story and i s2g i've read it so many times idk, but like its so easy to read i dont mean like emotionally but it flows really well. and like its not too confusing i hate when people make overly convoluted stories in an excuse for being deep its some good shit good job my dude

AKJSDKGKSJD THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i never expected anyone to read it oNCE let alone REPEATEDLY...that really makes me so happy though because it’s definitely something you have to go back and read to catch all the details. ahhhhh thank you so much, i never ever want my story to be too complicated so i’m glad you don’t think it is!!

im crying because your recent post reminds me so much of my relationship with my mom when i was younger... she was always out of a job and sometimes we had to resort to living with other family members, it was all really hard on her and especially with having a kid she had to take care of at the same time. even though these are fictional characters, it’s comforting to know that other people have gone through the same situations i have. i love fiona and lou so much, they’re my heart and soul <3

OMG ;_________; i’m crying i’m so glad it resonates with you...i had a lot of friends growing up who were in similar situations and i think i kinda based lou and fi’s relationship on that, so you’re definitely not alone <33 i’m so glad you love them i love u

basically what I’ve learned from these asks is that Gianni is a perfect god-like human and I want one

he is. one time an anon told me they were like santi but they wanted to be rooney and i was like “i’m both santi and rooney on different days and i want to be gianni.” now u know why

hi, i just wanted to pop in and say that i really, really love your blog and i admire your editing skills SO much, i think you are EXTREMELY talented and i don't think you get told that enough. i've been following you for awhile now and i am in love with ALL of your stories, characters and edits you've put out! you're really an inspiration to me and i hope someday my edits can turn out as good as yours!! i don't have reshade so it's harder for me, but i'm trying to learn!! ok have a good day :-)

OMFG ;-; I DO GET TOLD IT A LOT AND IT STILL SEEMS FAKE...you don’t have to go out of your way to compliment me ;___; but thank you so so so much i’m crying...it makes me so giddy that i might inspire someone like WHAT...i don’t even know what i’m doing half the time i edit so u will definitely be able to catch up to me one day even if you don’t have reshade, i know it. i edited without reshade for like 2 and a half years on this blog so you can do it i promise!! have a good day/night/life i love u

fuck my succ

I'm in need of some giannti in my life

we all need some gianti in our lives

Hey! I just wanted to say that ur an amazing writer. You portray everything so well, it’s insane. I want to be a writer someday and I hope my writing is at least somewhat close to yours. Have an awesome day my dude💕

WOW I’M CRYING...i still have a lot of room to grow and so do you, i hope you are able to become the writer you want to be :’} and thank you so much for the wonderful compliment i’m emo have a great day as well

aver is my queen, confirmed.

avey is everyone’s queen confirmed

oksy but listen, look up the model Charlotte Ray Spencer

i did but i couldn’t find her?? all that came up was ray spencer obituaries in charlotte, SC LMFAO...charlotte spencer is an actress tho it seems, is that...who...? omfg

MAY I JUST OFFER THIS NEW SONG OF THE NEIGHBOURHOOD CALLED VOID BC I HAVE A FEELING SANTI WOULD LOVE IT (it's also meant for my aggressive sadboi oc)

OH I LOVE THIS IT FITS PERFECTLY WITH THE PLAYLIST I’M MAKING FOR THE NEW ERA OF SANTI...THANK YOU I’M TOTALLY ADDING IT

I had a ectopic pregnancy when I was seventeen but I feel like I got off lightly compared to Molly. Your story is so beautiful in so many ways, I think it’s incredible how much character development you’ve managed to pull off honestly I’m amazed. Thank you ❤️

omg ;_______; i don’t even know what to say to this, but it means so much to me i can’t even put it into words. thank you thank you thank you so much, and i’m so sorry you had to go through that as well. molly was an extreme case and i hope no one has to go through what she went through. i’m glad you’re okay now, and thank you so much for reaching out to me and reading my story at all ;-; <3333

just a heads up: the links button on your ccfinds blog goes to the femmefinds url still

oh yeah i know i’m gonna be real with you...i’m too lazy to fix it lmAO

Luv your stick n poke tats u posted!!! Could u do more? Maybe on diff places on the bod?? Ur so talented. Xx

omg that was FOREVER ago...maaaaaybe in the future...we shall see...but thank you <33

Can u do a family portrait for all ur characters like u did w Lou!!!

oooooh hehe i probably will in the future!!

Kill v maim is one of my favorite songs of all time omg it makes me wanna wear ripped jeans and a leather jacket and cover myself in glitter and smash some windows with a baseball bat MMMMMM

HELL yeah me too...i become a cyber punk alien vampire when i hear that song

maybe do a casting call posted here ? u have many followers and im sure a good chunk live in ur area and would be willing to model ^_^

omg SCARY...i probably could tho tbh that’s a good idea, thank you!

hi sunny, what program do you use to merge your cc and what do you use to detect and remove broken cc that just doesn't work in game anymore? thanks!

i actually haven’t merged on my new laptop yet but i used s4s for merging and there’s the mod conflict detector!!

My game hasn't been working since the first Cats and Dogs patch but I uninstalled and reinstalled and it finally works again 😭

sunny!! would you recommend your computer to play ts4 on? has it good graphics, can handle the highest settings and so? i really need a new computer but i have no idea which one to go for

yes i would recommend it!! i have reshade, ultra settings and like 8 gb of cc.

thanks for answering my ask eee ur story is probably the best ive read on here and yeah. i love how everything connects and everyones just so real. you dont have to post this i just wanted to thank you for being my inspiration and making me smile, laugh, cry, and scream in the middle of the night with your characters.

I LOVE U...it still sounds so fake to me when people say i inspire them, i don’t even know how to respond to all this ;-; just thank you for sparing a glance my way and resonating with my creations. <3 we scream and cry 2gether

I listened to Separator by Radiohead on repeat whilst reading Santi’s story and now that song just reminds me of him and Lou. I’d totally suggest listening to it’s so good! As is your story :3 xxx

oh radiohead that’s good sh*t...i’m listening to it now and i feel the santou vibes...especially when santi’s feeling out of his mind and she’s the only one who can calm him...haha cool..anyways THANK YOU!!!!

how do you make poses for the roof? i'm not sure how i can know if the sims will clip into the roof or float

honestly i just...eyeball it...because all roofs are different and you can’t put them into blender so. i just winged it lmao...i just made a pose that looked like it could’ve been lou climbing out the window, only the rig was still ground level, and then i used alt + 9 to lift the teleporter onto the roof as best as i could. that’s why it probably wouldn’t be a very practical pose to release, because i have no way of making it easy to use 

Lou punched him and I knew it would happen. 😀👌 nice, nice I like Lou whopping ass.

hehe i’m glad you enjoyed it...who knew she had a freaking hook like that

ok a theory... santi went to look for molly's mother and yea

omg tell me cillian sings every other freckle at some point

OMFG well...that song came out in 2013 and the current flashback year is 2008 so. i would personally murder cillian myself if he was still in lou’s life 5 years after this honestly

hey kitty girl! i was wondering if you could answer this teensy lil question i got. im writing a "story" anddd i was trying to figure out how to make some parts not cliche. like i hate reading about whatever and being like girll ive done seen this before so i just needs to know. kisses

i absolutely love how this is worded and the fact that u called me kitty, very cute. anyway...this is pretty broad, perhaps you could clarify what kinda cliches you want to steer clear from? a lot of the time when i know something is gonna be cliche and there’s no avoiding it, i just kinda own up to it and try to subtly point out how cliche it is and somehow that makes it work out better...like being self aware somehow adds another more realistic element to the story that makes it better? idk...anyway dm me if you need help!!

so.... lou can remember more of what happened? this is good! go 2 the police bitch! tell them!!!!!!!

she should!! but the only problem is she doesn’t have proof. so... 🤔

how do you write your stories in a way that everything is organized and you're certain and not confused with everything? i mean, do you have any way for writing that let you develop your stories with not so much difficults? i'm trying to write an story for months but i only have a few of the most important events on my mind, i don't know how to develop another important details, i always feel that everything is confuse or crap

hmmmmm well my mind is very ah convoluted so it’s a wonder any of this comes out even somewhat cohesive? but basically i have a very good memory and utilize google docs a lot hahaha. i’ve gone in depth about my writing process here!

whats a good way when it comes to starting a sims story? i mean like the first post? :/

ummmmmm maybe test the waters a bit and just make a post introducing your character(s) first? or dive right in and get sh*t started. it could go either way tbh

boyish by japanese breakfast is a santixlou bop

oh sh*t!!!!!! i love japanese breakfast!! and i love this thank you!

So is lou like into cillian in a way? Making him kinda be in her type

as of right now (in the flashbacks)? HELL fucking no. but you’re right, she did say those things in the future to santi. so 🤔

Everyone guessing shit stupidly annoys me haha. I'M UNOBSERVANT AND I DON'T WANNA GO BACK AND CHECK SHIT, LET ME LIVE. *Like* if you a ~dum~ reader who doesn't want every bit of foreshadowing called out. lol

i respect this honestly whenever i drop the hottest foreshadowing of 2018 i never expect my inbox to flood like it does but here we are and i am amazed

CILLIAN NEEDS TO FUCKING FIGHT ME (TYPING THIS ON MY COMPUTER BC I SAW HIS DINOSAUR ASS AND CHUCKED MY PHONE OUT THE WINDOW)

i’m screaming...i’m so sorry it’s my fault about your phone but like also i’m poor i can’t pay for that

i'm studying your latest posts because they're beautiful and my hatred for that long necked bitch is intensifying -- what makes me burn even more is that he's still wearing her necklace, can we say let the bitch burn?

burn babey burn

Why don't you use quick tags?

i’m dumb is why

CILLIAN IS SUCH A SHITASS I HATE HIS FACE WHY R U DOING THIS TO ME

BRUHHHHH THE DINOSAUR LOOKIN ASS BOY IS B A C K run

WAIT THE NECKLACE. HE STOLE THE MCFUCKING NECKLACE BROOOOO

What if Fi's blue eyes are from... Cillian..?

wHY did you have to make him cute and fucking cool though? I still hate him but it's harder.

NVM I JUST LOOKED AT THE POST AGAIN HES WEARING HER NECKLACE INHOPE SHE CHOKES HIMS WOTH IT THIS TIME

I SCREAMED AT THIS SERIES OF QUESTIONS OISDFNGJKDSKJN yeah sorry he’s conventionally attractive but unsettlingly so and i feel uneasy when i look at him and plus the fact that he’s literally evil so .

im like, to 90% sure that cillian is in ace joker. so that song might have reminded lou of him...

this was sent right after that scene of lou hearing the song at pippin’s, so

My conspiracy theory is that cillian is Lou's father. Speakimg of which are we gonna get to that soon, I'm dying of curiosity;.;

I’M LAUGHING I THINK U MEANT FIONA’S FATHER AKSJDKJGDSJ but yeah well. You’ll See

what do u resize ur photos to?

whatever 33% of 1920x1080 is i forget. i have a resizing + sharpening action so i just run that

im about to kill those kids if they keep fucking with my baby

THESE BITCHES BULLYING MY BABY LOU? CATCH THESE HANDS

me @ these ugly kids:

Who are the best creators for mens clothing? I struggle so much to find good cc creators with men specifically!

badabing badaboom

I’m not sure if you’ve converted things before but do you know any good sims 3 cc to sims 4 tutorials? Or your followers?

errrrrr i have no idea i’m sorry :x

would you consider making like a photoshop psd file with all the layers in your editing process?

omg...heck no it would be so unhelpful OMFG mostly because my editing is just my own action + shading and highlighting unique to that pic

would you ever do an editing timlapse of your gameplay pics? 💖💖

ahhhhh maybe!! probably in the future!

OMG HEATHERS WAS FILMED AT MY HIGH SCHOOL AND IM JUST HYPED UP SEEING IT BEING MENTIONED ON THIS ACCOUNT!!

OMFG THAT’S RAD...i’ve literally only seen it once tho i’m fake

I'M SHOOK. my friend kinda asked me out and I wanna say yes but my parents won't let me date. I'm 18! I need your advice! -signed 18 and alone anon

um UR 18 BUDDY UR AN ADULT...DATE WHOEVER THE F*CK U WANT HONESTLY

Can you pretty please link some photoshop tutorials you recommend? I really want to make my photos more cinematic and like your's without totally copying you or someone else. All I do right now is sharpen, color balance, and add some noise and then resize. I really need some more ways to get better looking photos such as yours.

ahhhhh the problem is i don’t know of any i’m sorry...lmao this is totally unhelpful :\ i have my own editing tutorial which is outdated but can probably help you out with the basics of lighting effects and shading n stuff?

Heyyy, I saw that you answered a question about making a ps action like your reshade, and I just wanted to say that I would love that! Unfortunately Mac users like me, can’t use reshade unless boot camping Windows onto our computers...☹️ and your reshade is just soooo pretty...

i don’t know if i’ll be able to replicate the reshade effect totally but i could release the action i’ve made for myself? it warms up screenshots but is totally adjustable to your liking for different color tones so in that way it’s kinda similar to the reshade. i’ll seeeeee what i can do...i know the woes of mac users all too well, my friend

i just wanna give lou a big ol cozy hug :o((( pls

pls hug her she needs it.

Do you post on tumblr from your phome or from your computer? Just curious.

mostly from my computer, sometimes i answer messages on my phone while i’m out and you can tell because autocorrect actually makes me use proper capitalization for once in my life

how many hours have you played the sims? for me i have 4,070 hours. haha help

OMFG i think mine is like...900 or something...i can’t tell if that’s too much or too little, but it’s definitely inaccurate

if i could only look at one person's tumblr from now on it would be yours. ur literally the queen of tumblr #shookaf and also i really hope i die before you ever say ur leaving tumblr cause when u do, i will legit die and bury my own grave. i really appreciate u and hope one day i can be on ur level but rn im at level 1.5 while ur up in the millions :D

I’M SCREAMING PLEASE I AM A PLEB.............i cry u flatter me too much ;-; i genuinely hope i never leave this place because it’s been so fun and it’s helped me evolve so much as an artist and a writer, plus i made some of my greatest friends on here. so i hope that day never comes!! but who knows life is wild. anyway i’m sure you’re actually like at level 578 and are just being modest. it’s okay you don’t have to be humble

i think its so cool that you and wanderlust and other simmers use multiple worlds to make your own town and stuff. idk why but thats just so cool to me and i would have never thought of it. love your blog and story <3

omg!!! well i couldn’t resist, i love a bunch of them and can’t limit myself to just one ya know. plus the more i thought about it, the more my gen 2 story kinda centers around these kids from this one town and the town itself is very relevant. so i felt like i had to make my own!! and i’m very excited to get started with that hehe

I just met a guy named Rodrigo Santiago and I sCREAMED HOLY SHIT

Update (tho idk of you got the first one): I just got a text from a classmate named Rodrigo Santiago. I'm sCREECHING

no freaking way. there’s no way i don’t believe...i want proof...

YOU SO FUCKIN PRECIOUS WHEN U SMILE

dont worry about posting this or do idc but i just wanted to say you should write about whatever you want and not care about whether people think you condone it or not. if i (a gay male) were to write about lesbians its not like im saying YOU HAVE TO BE LESBIANS BLAH BLAH BLAH you know what i mean? or if im writing about a robbery doesnt mean im like condoning robbery so like idk you do you boo and keep it coming ;D ilysm btw

OMFG no yeah i get it, i mean i think now especially in this online environment, people are hyper aware of Problematique things and so they’re a little too quick to point fingers without looking deeper than the surface. and whatever it’s fine people are always gonna be like that because people are mostly inherently judgmental, especially when it comes to consuming media. artists/writers face stuff like this all the time because people refuse to look past the surface, hence why works have gotten misconstrued all the time. but yeah i really appreciate this sentiment, thank u i love u

hope this isnt a weird question but what is the image size that u used for your character page?? thnk u 💕

omg it’s 300x300

have u listened to visions of gideon by sufjan stevens i was listening to it while reading ur stories and it made me so :(

oh my boy sufjan aka gianni’s personality claim i love him...and this song is :{ but i love even if it’s from the nasty age gap peach fucking movie

If i was married to Jamie and he treatin’ our daughter like that… oh I swear HES GOT TO GO!

it’s 2 am i’m so tired answering all of these i forgot who jaime was for a sec i was like um why are we talking about GoT anyways good night

how does alpha hair work with reshade? it seems so good in your screenshots and i’ve seen that in others screenshots it looks bad? whats the secret?

well good morning haha jk i never went to sleep anyway here u go

hooow do you make adorable toddlers in ts4?? teach me, gimme some advice please :(((

chubby cheeks! big eyes! small faces! little but plump lips! a good skin! dats all

how did u get ur sim onto the fire escapes?

ze teleporter mod, that’s it

I snickered at the, THE RETURN OF SANTI. Like I imagine it written in red horror lettering and santi just busts down the door and says ho ho ho im back bench, Did U miss me?

honestly i own a calendar and if i knew a definite date u already fucking kNOW it would be up there

ahhh im sorry for asking but im wondering how you find voice claims?? i'm looking for some for my sims, but it's tough to find one that's *right*, you know?? and your voice claims are great!! thank you <3

OMG voice claims are HARD, i literally just like “collect” them over time...i have a list in my phone of voices i like/may use in the future lmao, but try to think of actors or musicians and search interviews/movie or tv scenes with them speaking!!

i don't even read your story but i still follow you because i love your personality, sim style and just your whole entire tumblr

u follow me for ME? UM...what are u doing here...i’m so sorry (i love u...)

do you have a different reshade preset for flashback screenshots and for the present ones?

i do not!! i just edit differently

what happened to the honeycomb?

OMFG it’s still there...but we legit haven’t seen it since girooni’s wedding so um...it’s gonna have to get a makeover. i’m gonna do it when girooni come back home so i can finally show rupi working there like...wow...she deserves to be seen

lou's dad is the biggest asshole and i am waiting for the day that bitch dies

us when he dies

shit theory: caroline goes to find and confront cillian about what he did in teen lou timeline. care ends up forming a crush on cillian and goes back to meet him several more times, but cillian ends up liking lou more which makes caroline jealous. and that's why they don't speak currently, 'cause cillian ruined lou's life in more ways than one.

uM holy fuck that’s all i got to say

pls tell me that Caro killed the dude that choked Lou (or beat his ass)

god i hope so !

how many people do you follow? are you “strict” with who you follow?

i follow 264 people and yeah i’ve gotten a bit stricter with it just cause like...i only want to follow people whose content i truly care about/will actually notice on my dash

would you ever do a sim dump?

probably in the future, it seems like people want more male and female sims from me SO

ramona got some moves tf

the girl is out here bobbing to the chicken dance like nobody’s business

have u seen the end of the fucking world? if u did what are your #thots

UM......................i watched the first episode ‘cause i heard so much about it and um.............................it was so bad OMFG i hated it. way too edgy for me. completely missed the mark. not into it at all. hard pass

CAN LOU PLEASE HAVE A MAN IN HER LIFE WHO IS NOT A COMPLETE TWAT PLEASE

HOPEFULLY ezra will follow through with that and i don’t necessarily mean in a romantic way but like...as her new roommate MAYBE he will be a blessing we can HOPE

I'm not sure if you've been asked this or not, but your poses are so good and I was wondering if you have ever considered making a pose pack? Sorry if this came off as rude! I love your posts!

i will probably in the future!! but first i gotta figure out which ones i’d actually include

okay so this is random but I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your sims stories. Everything is so perfect and I'm forever shook because I can't believe the "sets" you use are actually the game. Your sims are so fleshed out and you are a huge inspiration to me. Anyways sorry if this was weird but I'm like obsessed with ur blog. bYe

AJHSDHJFSD THANK YOU!!!!!!! yes somehow we work miracles into this game can u believe it...ahh but thank you so much, it means everything that i would inspire you in any way...like what...omg

Santi is actually standing outside present Lou’s apartment wondering where the fuck he went wrong

he’s been there for 6 months just on the street standing there please someone let him in .

LOUUUU OH MY GODDD SKKDSNSJDH MY BABY. SO THATS HOW SHE GOT THE SCAR. WOW

there it is fellas. this message is sooooo old i’m so bad

Have you read/heard of The Lunar Chronicles

i have not!! but i’ll jot it down!

I was wondering if you’ve ever had any problems with skins? For me some on the palm side of the hand it’s noticeably darker than what the skin is supposed to be.. like the rest comes out find but the hands are darker.

hmm...that’s weird, i haven’t seen that. i think it probably depends on the skin? or maybe your sim detail settings?

santi my daddy, honeybodies my mommy, lou looking like a cutie when she saw dat tiny puppy. my name is rappin anon, and i just wanted to say, ur are my favorite simblr basically saving my day. rappin anon OUT

o...my god

i love u

i love u...

[suckerforstrangerthings]

Steve as a boyfriend.

just bc i’m not being fed well enough and i have some hc’s of my own

so yeah

steve as a boyfriend bc it’s been a week since I've finished the whole two seasons of ST for the first time I feel deprived after reading every.single.steve.post.in.existence

and i literally made another account just feed myself haha might as well feed everyone amiright

anywaY STEVE

a full course meal and full time daD WHAT A DAD Y’ALL BETTER BE STANNING DAD OF A MILLION KIDS STEVE HARRINGTON OKAY

but yeah steve as a boyfriend

I'm starting this from the origins ok cool glad we’re on the same page

so basically all this canoodling between you and steve starts in s2 because in s1 he was a teenager and worry free before he began to bald and stress over god knows how many kids he ended up with bc two were missing and he mainly handled four??? I'm still lost at this point

but yeAH

you wear stripes turtle necks with bomber jackets and you slay them tbh

you're a newb like billy

that story arc comes in later in the post jusT GIMME A SEC

but yeah

I'm making you dustINS SISTER BC DAMN imagine my tiny badass dustin knockING SOME SENSE INTO HARRINGTON LIEK ‘DUDE THATS MY SISTER’

i imagine you being present and dustin gets all in your and steve’s face but steve, being the dad but still teenager that he is, places his whole hand on his son’s face and pushes him to the side as if he wasn't even there

but yeaH YOU CAME FROM OUT OF TOWN BC THE MAGIC OF NETFLIX AMIRIGHt thEY EVEN MAKE THE DEAD ONES COME BACK ALIVE

IM LOOKING AT YOU WILLY WILL

anywAY YOURE LIKE THE FEMALE VERSION OF STEVE OK

y’all have a great sense of hair I'm jealous from imagining it

a couple that slays hair together, stays togethER.

you’ve come across steve a ton of times in the high school, some times were spent on him trying to get your attention bc you really didn't give a shit about anyone??? it was friendLY ATTENTION THO BC NANCYYYYYYYYYY.

and steve was a curious bean and you were a mysterious bean and y’all know the saying; curiosity killed the steve.

but satisfaction brought steve back.

heads up, bonus points for confusion bc steve calls you ‘henderson’ like, your first name?? steve doesnt know her mhm.

and since names are generic as shit steve didn't really click into the fact that you were dustiNS SISTER

like

boi sees you power walking behind dustin when he goes to the wheelers’ house w flowers

the scene goes like this

“HENDERSON?!”

“HARRINGTON?!”

bc im lazy imagine that going on for a good two minutes until steve questions if you and dustin are siblings

“son of a bitch, steVE, WE’RE BOTH HENDERSON, SEEING AS YOU JUST WASTED MY TIME BY SAYING IT ON FUCKING REPEAT LIKE WE DIDNT FUCKING KNOW”

i imagine that to come out of dustins mouth

dustin and steve were one of the best things to come out of strangER THINGS CAN S3 JUST COME OUT NOW PLS ITS BEEN A WEEK BUT IT FEELS LIKE 87 YEARS

you end up following dustin into steves car bc never in a million years would you trust steve harrington w your baby brother. 

you take that back when you realise he's actually a damn good babysitter

speaking of babysitters

you didn't think you'd become the mom to steves parental pairing

you didn't think you'd be a mom at all, not until literally you'd be birthing one out

looks like theres a loophole for everything bc you and steve end up doing a lot of domestic shit together when you acc date and imma leave that for towards the end

so yeah you end up getting intertwined with the demo dogs showdown; steve w his bat and you with dustins hockey stick

lucas calls y’all the power couple

you become max’s role model

“that was so badass”

when y’all are back at the byers’, you and steve end up tag teaming to handle the bull that is billy hargrove (loVE DACRE OK) 

steve ends up getting beat up as shit and billy uses that spare time to manipulate you. mANIPULATION IS NOT OKAY!!

he has your cheeks squishing between his hand and you up against the wall until dustin tries to intervene bc sisTER.

steve gets up again and pushes dustiN OUTTA THE WAY BC NO ONE HOLDS YOU AGAINST THE WALL THAT IS NOT COOL!!

steve ends up beat up again and max gotta out the syringe bC billy be loco.

you comply with max being the driver to the demogorgon hole thingy bc you stay at the back with steves head lying on your stomach as you press compromised ice packs of peas and whatnot on his face

dustin swore he saw tears in your eyes

you whisper gratefulness bc time spent with steve was fuckign crazy but he actually got himself beat up for you

and no onES DONE THAT BEFORE

steve is special, no one deserves hiM.

ma boi better be loved and appreciated in s3 or I'm throwing hands

when steve is alive again, just in time for the demo dog field trip!!, he ends up being your trip buddy i cackle its adoraBLE

keeps an arm across your front as a proteCTIVE GESTURE I AWE

when all the shit w the demo dogs is over, you show your overprotective side and ask if it hurts too much in some places on his face

“nothing a kiss wouldn't fix”

“shut uP hARRINGTON!”

“dudE THATS MY SISTER”

“may i kiss you miss henderson just for the pleasure of us both and the disgust of your little brother?”

“you may, harrington”

lmao that kiss ends up in an exaggerated make out session just to make it burn

it fails bc bruises on steves face 

it hurts a lot

it was a bad idea

you simply press your lips to every part that hurt, making sure to be gentle

bc y’all are a thing, you two become chaperones for the snowbaLL!!

*COUGH* nancy missed ouT *cough*

you start to like her tho bc she danced w dustin and he smiled so iTS COOL.

yknow how time after time and every breath you take came on in the bg for the sweet kids and they slow danced and shit??

haha september by earth, wind & fire comes on.

sure, its a bit slow dancey but you and steve do that move where peace signs move past your eyes I FORGOT WHAT ITS CALLED

y’all do a lil shimmy too i cackEL

the kids look on in horror bc y’all are basically the equivalent of grandparents grinding in the 21st century yikES

SPEAKING OF GRANDPARENTS

When the kids get to high school, you and steve carpool the kids every morning when its chilly and freezing and shit

you and steve have timetables for when the kids will have AV and shit

so you guys still wait for them outside the school

probably read some magazines on how to be a parent of 6 when eleven joins the harrington family.

parenting fails; all six kids somehow being able to be squeezed in the back of steves car

steve’s thoughts: a+ parentinG

you and steve give joyce and hopper a run for their money

speaking of my second ship, the four of you have saturday coffee mornings together at the byers’ to talk about your kids

jonathon would just think ‘wtf’????

steve would let you borrow his faberge all the time

sometimes he'd even do your hair for you

and he turns out to be pretty damn good at that too.

when you’d have a night w/o the kids, he’d take you to the movies and would pull that slick, nonchalant arm-over-shoulder move

you just snuggle more into his side

the kids are acc a few rows behind you

steve knows and so do you

y’all don't mind bc dustin eventually moves forward to take the bucket of popcorn off your hands

thats all i got for now and i hope you're as fed as me!!

[dweebobeebo-blog]

Winter - Brendon Urie

Pairing; Brendon x Reader

Warnings; a little smutty. Yelling. 

Summary; Its winter, so Y/n gets an idea on how to make Brendon turn the heater, on when he snaps the Spencer tells him hes being harsh.

It's winter time, meaning it's freezing outside and inside seeing how Brendon said we don't need the heater on yet it's not that cold! This just resulted in me wearing a tank top a long sleeve shirt and a hoodie of Brendons and some sweats

Hearing loud manly voices and laughter fill the living room, Brendon must of invited the guys over a plan striking me he would either get really pissed or give in and turn the heater on, well I hope breezy and Linda aren't here because if they are then I'll feel really embarrassed finally after not giving a shit anymore I strip to my spandex shorts and a tight tank top that show cases my boobs perfectly and since it's cold I'm nipping that'll piss him off even more! Heading downstairs once I reach the living room I'm glad Linda and breezy aren't here, Brendon snaps his head from the tv when he heard my foot steps on the wooden flooring I just give a small smile and make my way into the kitchen knowing damn well the others were looking as well

Hearing chuckles and ' damn Brendon' I smile to myself, reaching into the cupboard to grab a mug for hot chocolate, hearing Brendon sauntering into the kitchen I pour the now warm hot coco into the mug, holding it in my hands I lean against the counter

"how's the game going baby" I look up at him, he clearly has an annoyed look I just smile "baby?"

"Oh the game is going great! If that's what they were fucking focused on" he snaps getting closer he lowers his voice "what the fuck are you doing?

'im drinking hot chocolate cause I'm fucking cold" I respond

"Well maybe if you put some damn clothes on!" He shouts, not caring if the boys hear obviously

"Maybe you should turn the fucking heater on Brendon it's fucking freezing!" I snap "Even the guys still have their jackets on!"

"You don't turn the heater on, then I'll just prance around in this outfit in front of the guys till you do" I smile and make way to the living room, hearing his angry groan the comes to the living room, giving me a pissy look,  I just grin

"Hey Dall could you be a gentleman and toss me that blanket?" I question dallon, he just nods standing up and handing me the blanket to piss B off even more I don't even bother to cover up he shakes his head and unwantedly goes to the thermostat and turns the heat on

"There you fucking spoiled brat are you happy now?" He snaps earning wide eyed stairs from the boys

"Brendon uhm dude that was really harsh man" Spencer speaks up, I just shrug and stand up taking the blanket with me

"No Spencer it's okay don't worry" I smile placing a light kiss on all of their cheeks like I've always done "enjoy the game" with that I go back upstairs, shutting the bedroom door I turn off the lights and crawl under the fuzzy comforter on the bed, suddenly sleep sounds amazing maybe then I won't cry from how house he actually sounded in the living room.

Still freezing I throw another blanket on top of me, i curl myself up into a ball under the covers, closing my eyes, I hear the bedroom door open knowing it's Brendon I don't bother to look, the bed dips beside me and the covers are lifted I feel his body heat as he pulls the covers back over himself  to others it would look like were hiding from everyone.  He tries to pulls me closer but I don't budge

"Baby please get out of the ball and come here" he sighs " you're freezing please"

This time he tried again and I allow him too, instantly warming up from his body heat, feeling a kiss on my head

"I'm sorry for yelling at you like that in front of the guys" he mutters " I really am sorry baby, I didn't know it would upset you so much I'm such a douchebag I'm so sorry baby"

"I should've expected you to get mad.." I sigh

"I shouldn't have gotten that mad though I should've just turned the heat on for you, you're fucking freezing baby" he sighs " the guys told me it wasn't right and it wasn't your face it just went from your beautiful smile to heart broken"

Grabbing his face and kissing him I mutter "shut up brendon"

"I love you" he chuckles pulling the covers from over our heads he pushes hair out of my face " you're so beautiful, when you're sleepy and that light pink tent on your face from the cold"

"I love you too, go finish the game baby" I smile, he shakes his head "why the guys are here to watch it with you?"

"Warming you up and being with you is more important baby, they can finish it alone"  he grins his goofy smile I giggle and kiss his nose

"Thank you for turning the heat on" I smile, he kissed my nose in return pulling me on top of him he rubs my back then I get another plan in my head and grin deviously

" What's that grin for baby?" He questions and chuckles amused by the look

" I have a pretty good idea on how you can warm me up baby" I sit up and backing up so I'm straddling his hips " you still have the surround remote with you?

"Yeah why?" He questions, what a goof ball I reach into his pocket and grab it poitin it outside the bedroom door and turning it on all the way up, the closing the door I prance back over to him and straddle him again this time unbuttoning his shirt running my hand down I sigh contently  admiring his body.

"You're so handsome Brendon" smiling to myself I lean down and place a kiss on his chest "so damn handsome"  placing more kisses to his chest gradually biting as I do, kissing his neck instantly going to his hair soft spot and biting it

" Babygirl if you're trying to turn me on it's working but you in this outfit did it as well" he groans, I smirk and kiss him, kissing his cheek, jaw and neck

"Well I did say I had an idea how you could warm me up" I giggle " and I'm freezing baby"

"I can definitely fix that" he smirks flipping us over he instantly pulls my tank top off making me shiver at the cold air, nipples instantly perking up from the coldness, fondling them in his hands his touch warming every part of my body, he uses his knee to spread my legs apart, placing his knee against my area adding pressure which earns a sigh out of me it doesn't take long for us to be endulged in a heated makeout, his hands wondering my body, his lips wonder down to my neck kissing sucking and biting at my soft spot

"Brendon" I moan softly, grinding my core against his Jean clad leg I can feel him smirk against my neck he backs up pulling my shorts and panties off, grinning like a mad man he leans down kissing my ear

"Haven't even done anything to you and you're so wet baby" he nibbles on my earlobe, earning a moan from me "what baby, speak what do you want ?"

I hate when he does this shit and he knows it, that's exactly why he does it, he takes off his shirt and throws it on the nightstand not caring about the lamp and candle on it, he goes back to kisses my neck down to my breasts taking one in his mouth and massaging the other in his hand, the pleasure making me grind my core against hid Jean clad leg moaning at the friction and his bulge showing through his jeans, giving in I look at him

"Please brendon fuck me" I whine, he pulls away and smirks, finally standing and taking his pants and boxer's off, zoning out on his toned body

"Like what you see?" He chuckles snapping me from my thoughts

"Always" I giggle going to my knees, I grab his face and kiss him his hands going to my waist as I wrap my arms around his neck, losing balance we both fall on to the bed, he places his weight on one arm and uses The other hand to grab my leg and rub it

"Ready princess?" He mutters, kissing my stomach I only nod knowing my words will come out jumbled and rushed, he goes to his knees letting my leg fall to the bed he slips it under my back to lift me and his other hand to line himself up at my entrance.

× time skip cause Im to busy dancing to Nita×

Waking up in a slight daze, I feel Brendon pull me closer nuzzling his head into my hair, rubbing my belly.

"Mm hi baby" he mutters sleepily

"Hi baby" I turn around and kiss his nose "did I wake you?"

"No princess I was already awake" he smiles and kissing me, I nod and get up putting on sweats and a tshirt, Brendon doing the same before going downstairs, seeing the guys are still here but are passed out on the couches I giggle Brendon running and jumping on Spencer and dallon

"Jesus dude get off me" spenc groans " and like now cause you reek of sex"

"Speaking of which thanks for turning on the surround sound so we didn't hear you as much" dallon laughs

"Guys shut up!" I shout from the kitchen

"Oh shes up too" Brendon laughs getting up, shoving Spencers legs off the couch, they're all talking, I grab a slice of leftover pizza and go sit on Brendons lap. Well today went from good to slightly angry to sexy to being held by my favorite man, he steals a bite off my pizza

"What the fuck Brendon that's mine" I pout making the guys and him laugh

"Stop pouting there's more in the fridge brat" he takes another bite, "you can share"

"I've shared enough with you today" I playfully glare at him the guys making gagging noises why B just smirks, we turn on some TV wasting the rest of the day being lazy bums.

[whimsical-whatever]

Green- Soulmate AU

A/N- Whoop whoop! First fic ever posted on this account and it’s utter trash lmao. Anyway, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I’ve decided to just say fuck it and post it. I always was a sucker for DaveJade. It’s the whole “you see the world in black and white until you meet your soulmate for the first time” blah blah blah. Fic under the read more. Enjoy!

EDIT: I think the formatting got off, but i’m too lazy to try and fix it

Standing on LOFAF wasn’t so bad. Once you got past the initial blast of white light that reflected off the snow, it actually look nice. What wasn’t covered in snow was barely visible, and didn’t make you feel bad about being stuck in your own monochromic hell. If you stared at the crunchy ground beneath you, you could pretend, just for a second, that you could actually see colors other than black, white, and grey. But then you have to look up again because, even with your shades on, the light still burns.

You roll your stinging eyes and continue to trudge across the planet, trying to find Harley before your ass literally freezes off. If you had thought, something you apparently don’t do enough of, you would have made a jacket before leaving your own planet. Maybe Jade can make you one when you find her.

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 After god knows how long of walking- though you know too because of these stupid powers, and it’s really been less than five minutes-, you finally give up and pull out your phone, opening the pesterchum app.

 TG: listen harls

TG: its cold as fuck out here

TG: im gonna need you to hurry up

 Seconds later, the familiar boring grey text pops up on your screen, but you can’t stop the small smile that tugs on your lips. You try to push it away, and instead it becomes an awkward smirk.

 GG: ill be there soon!! :B

 You sigh because soon means an eternity to someone who has the ability to control time. You cross your arms over your chest, rubbing your hands over them in an attempt to warm yourself a bit. It doesn’t work. You head over to a nearby tree, leaning against it, and letting your eyes close. Closing your eyes is worse than staring at the snow though. The bright white light fades into a black abyss, and you're left dying to imagine what actual color is like. 

You never can imagine it.

 Footsteps crunching in the snow catches your attention, but you don't open your eyes. You want to see her, you desperately wanted to see her, but not this way. You can't lie and say you don't have feelings for her, but you don't want to disappoint yourself when you find out that she isn't your soulmate.

 Her voice echoes in your brain but you don't pay attention. All you hear is green. Bro said her text was green. He said her eyes were too. Bro had said a lot that night about colors and soulmates. He said not to get your hopes up. To him, green is the ache of loneliness.

 But you couldn't help but disagree. Green was a color of beauty and happiness, even if you couldn't see it.

 Green was her and your hopes were way up.

 “Dave!” A voice calls out, exasperated.

 You realize that it’s her and you’ve just been standing there.

 Your eyes flash open before you can think, and you’re left staring into her green eyes.

 Except, when you expect to the normal dark blobs you’d grown used to, you’re met by a blast of color. You’re very thankful for the tree behind you because your knees are buckling and the world is spinning.

 You’re overwhelmed and you can tell she is too because her fingers are gripping her dress so tight- too tight even because the material is wrinkling up just like your stomach- and she’s almost shaking. Her eyes flash over you rapidly behind her round frames, and you don’t know what to do.

 You stare at her for a bit longer, letting the shock ease a bit. Suddenly, you realize.

 “Green,” you mumble because it’s the only word you can think of.

 You feel like the whole world is crashing down on you, and then, suddenly, she is crashing into you. Her hands grip around the brightly colored sleeves of your shirt as tightly as she had been holding onto her dress, and you can feel her nails lightly digging into your shoulders, the pain being the only thing keeping you focused. She’s still shaking as she presses her head into your shoulder, and you feel warm tears soaking through your shirt. You move your arms around her waist because you don’t know what else to do, and holding her just feels right. She’s crying, and you’re pretty sure that there are a few stray tears slipping down your own cheeks at this point.

 It’s a while before either of you move or speak again, but when it happens, it’s her that breaks the still silence.

 She mumbles something against your shoulder, but you can’t hear her.

 “Harls,” you begin, voice cracking as you say her beloved nickname. “I’m gonna need you to speak up…”

 She picks her head up off your shoulder, but keeps it pointed downward.

 “I can’t believe it’s you,” she says. Her voice breaks when she says “you” and so does your heart. How could something so obvious be so overwhelming for the both of you.

 Before you know what you’re doing, you’ve tilted her head up, forcing those green eyes to stare at you.

 You can tell she’s at a loss for words by the way her lips stay slightly parted- God they look so soft and warm, and you just wish you could kiss her right this second, but there’s more important things to be done. And you wait for her to say something, but all you get is silence.

 You can’t blame her for not saying anything. You’re at a loss for words too.

 As your brain scrambles to find something to say, you suck in a breath of sharp, cold air, and let it back out. It’s as if she’s done the exact same because your breath mingles in puff together of smoke together.

 “Can I kiss you now?” You blurt out without thought, mentally cursing yourself once you’ve realized what you’ve done.

 Things stay silent between to two of you for seconds, and your cheeks burn a bright red as you await her reply.

Her quiet laughter rings out, and you instantly feel your blush darken. Her tears have stopped, and by the stickiness of your face, you’re sure your’s have too. She’s smiling up at you now, and so you give her an awkward half smirk as to say, “Yes, I said that on purpose.” because even when meeting your soulmate, the girl you’ve been best friends with and crushing on for years now, you still have to seem cool. Striders are always cool.

And then, as if the world was working against you and for you all at once, she says, “Yeah, you can kiss me,” and any bit of cool composure you had left is gone.

And then you’re just nodding because you’re so shocked at her response that you don’t know what else to do.

And then she starts nodding too, and somehow you can’t stop nodding.

And things have gotten quiet and awkward now, and you know you need to make a move, you need to kiss her, but you don’t even know how to kiss someone.

And then, all of a sudden, she’s leaning up and something pulls you down towards her.

And then your lips meet.

You feel like your hearts dropped to your stomach, and your cheeks are so hot. Your whole body feels hot.

The kiss is brief and innocent. Just a few seconds of the two of you pressing your lips together, but it feels like so much more. And when you pull away, you immediately want to do it again.

Her eyes flutter open, and you hadn’t even realized they’d been closed until you see them and their fierce green color.

Your head's still spinning, but by now, you don’t mind it. Her hands release the fabric of your shirt, and she rock back and forth on her heels, blushing furiously.

You smile down at her, a genuine smile, and feel the most happiness you’ve felt in a long time because Bro was wrong. Green is beauty and happiness.

Green is her, and nothing could change that.

[shatteredmirrors-and-lace23]

First Lines

Tagged by @laudanumcafe​ and @im-back-with-the-madness​

Rules: List the first lines of your 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Note: Oh jesus help me.... These aren’t in any particular order, But I think I’m just gonna do 16? (sorry!)

In the Breaking:

It’s been three weeks. Three weeks, 67 failed phone calls, 75 un-replied texts, and 23 unanswered voicemails…they hadn’t talked for over three weeks… not since Patrick walked in of him. It was the longest they’ve gone without a single word to each other, sure there were other times where they had not physically see or heard each other’s voices for months on end, but there was always some form of communication: an email, a text, a late night phone call or hilarious picture messages they would send each other. But this…this was different. It was deafening, it was heartbreaking, and Pete knew it was all his fault. 

Come and Save Me (From Myself): “Why do you have to go so far away…”

“U.C. is only about an hour, maybe hour and a half away, dude!” Pete laughed as he packed up some of his clothes into a suitcase, haphazardly tossing a few random items into it as he went.Patrick rolled his eyes and sighed sadly, the 14 year old looking over his best friend excitedly rummage through his closet from where he was perched on the 18 year old’s desk. “I know, but still,” he mumbles, his eyes hiding under the bill of his trucker hat.

Pete stopped and looked over his shoulder at his best friend, screw the age difference, Patrick had always been there for him. “Hey, its not like I’m leaving the state, man,” Pete reassured with a smile, standing from his spot and walking over to the teenager. “Besides, I’ll visit on weekends when he don’t have games, and maybe I’ll kidnap you so you can chill out with me on campus.” He pulled on the bill of Patrick’s hat, pushing it up to expose bold frames and green, blue multicolor eyes that have always captivated Pete.

Heartbeat:

Patrick leaned back heavily in the passenger side of the car watch the lights flicker by, each one burning out like a match as they flew down the highway just as  another lit up the road and vanished in a blink of an eye. The rhythm of the passing lights, the soft orange glow in the never-ending pitch black of night, enough to want to lull the singer to sleep, but the gentle hand on his thigh was warm and kept him awake.

The Price I Pay: He knows he shouldn’t be back there, back in the dressing rooms amidst the frills, shimmer, and lace, perfume burning his lungs, as the lights of the vanities hurt his eyes. As he walks through the crowed area, he catches several glances, each with pity in their eyes, boring holes into his skin with each second he’s in the room. He ignores them, adjusting his vest as he makes his way to the private dressing rooms, which were only reserved for the “Prized Dolls” as Mr. Morris, the establishment’s owner and manager (and disgusting excusing for a human being, but Pete knows better than to be vocal about his opinions) calls them.

How to Save a Life:

“Are you okay?” Patrick tensed as the question reached his ears, his back to Pete. Casually swiping the incoming text away, he simply looked over his shoulder at the dark- haired man standing in the doorway of their kitchen.

“Of course I’m okay,” Patrick stated, the words sounding too harsh, even to his own ears.“Why wouldn’t I be?” He sounded matter-of-fact, but it was laced with annoyance and he didn’t know why he was being so defensive with Pete, of all people. Maybe it was because he was about to start a 36 hour shift at the hospital, and he just wasn’t up to it today…or maybe it was because he had just gotten a text from his new co-worker before Pete had spoken up. “Come over to my place after your shift, we can have some drinks…and chill ;)”  The text in and of itself was flirty, and Patrick knew that the person who sent it had other definition for chill….

“And you know you want to say yes,” the sinister voice in his head hissed teasingly, mocking him.

All That Glitters: Hailing from a prestigious clan in Chicago, Pete was every bit as rash, dangerous, and protective as any typical person of dragon lineage could get. Patrick learned that early on, practically from the moment they first met with Pete had been standing on his front porch blowing smoke into the wind as Joe introduced them.

And Patrick was quick to learn that if Pete was anything like his lineage, he was fucking stubborn as hell, whether it be lyrics to song, his seat in the van, or even constant cuddles against Patrick’s will, despite the numerous thinly veiled threats and seething looks.

Hot to the Touch (Worried on the Inside):

It’s not the first time one of the kids has had a fever.

Bronx always broke out into fevers when he was an infant, and even through his toddler years, but as he grew older, they were few and far in between, often going unnoticed considering how active the blonde little boy was. (Patrick would be the first to scoff, like father, like son.)

Saint was a pretty healthy baby, too. He only had less than a handful of fevers, again, each going unnoticed, and when they tried to get the little boy to take medication, he would simply pout and turn his head at the pink liquid in the spoon, or crawl away as fast as his chubby little arms and legs could take him.

By Carousel Lights:

“Melancholy does fair well against your scheme, such a sad shade does not suit the rogue on your cheeks nor the jolly yellow of your wardrobe.”

He looks up into the tree, leaves dancing in the wind as he catches sight of a familiar  blue-green knitted hat with pointy ears, a painted feline-like smile with jagged teeth, and sweater faux paws hanging over her wrists. Her legs swing giddily in the air as she sits on a branch peering down at him with such rapt content and mischievous wonder. The Mystical being was the last creature he wished to see on a day such as this. Yet he, bright and warm as the colors of his clothes, felt blue and cold like the dead winter’s lows.

Kitty Chester was a most unwelcome sight, indeed

Treat You Better (Than He Can):

Pete knew his place in the student hierarchy.

Pete was the ‘King of Emo’, and with the title, he had the appearance to do it –dark, flat ironed hair, skin-tight girl jeans that others could barely breathe in, dark shirts and band tees, as well as his precious hoodie and studded belts. His fingernails painted every so often with artfully chipped black nail polish (or black permanent marker if he was lazy, which was most days), and his eyes lined a deep shade of black.

Completed Puzzle:

Pete’s thumb hovers over the post button, and for the first time, in a really long time, he actually has to think about posting this for the world to see, which normally wouldn’t be that hard, but considering how ‘big’ this was…well, he wasn’t sure if he was ready yet. Hell, hecould barely wrap his head around it.

He sighs softly and his places his phone down, scrubbing his hands down his face, in a desperate need to shave, but fuck it, they just finished a tour he’s allowed to avoid the razor for a little bit. His eyes flick over to a familiar figure sleeping curled up on the couch, laptop forgotten and two dogs curled with her, a puffball of a Pomeranian sleeping on her side, and a white husky puppy keeping guard on the floor.

More Than Music:

Patrick watched from the wings of the stage as Pete threw himself around the stage with his bass, lost in the music and that stupid grin that he loved so much etched onto his face, jumping his way back to one of the microphones to sing back up for the chorus.

The blonde singer simply smiled brightly, unconsciously bringing the slightly too long sleeves of Pete’s bomber jacket that he was wearing, closer to himself, mouthing the words to the song and swaying along to the heavy rhythm pulsing through the floor.

(Coffee Beans and Vinyl Records Series!)

Today You’re Barista Is:

It started off innocently enough, an idea to make the customers feel more welcomed, as Brendon explained, taking turns between the four of them when it came to the “Today your Barista Is:” sign in front, between the cash register and the espresso machine. It worked out pretty well for the first three months, many of their customers enjoying the personal touches, everyday a bit of trivia about that day’s main barista displayed and their drink recommendation.

That was until Gerard and Hayley got a hold of his board before he knew Brendon had switched shifts with him. When Patrick had gotten the text from Brendon for the switch, he didn’t mind, but when he entered their quaint little coffee shop, he stopped and stared at the blackboard sitting in front of the register, Gerard and Hayley snickering behind the counter.  On the black board, a signature Hayley William’s stick-figure image of Patrick, decked out in glasses and a fedora, underneath the painted “Today Your Barista Is:” and beside the stick figure, additional writing in Gerard’s chalkboard lettering:

1. Hella fucking gay (and flippin’ cute).

2. Desperately single ;)

Then under the “For Your Drink Today, I Recommend:”

You give me your number.

He Always Stops for the Coffee( and the guy who makes it):

Being a CEO of a relatively small, yet highly successful record label wasn’t really all it cracked up to be, but that might be the shit load of paperwork, the endless boring meetings with pushy, snobbed nosed executives, and the high amounts of stress and endless nights of sleep talking.

But Pete loved it.

Jitters( And I Swear It’s Not the Espresso):

Five in the afternoon was their usual after-work rush, and usually, rush times make the day go so much faster. College kids were pouring in from after class rush, and business men stopped by for their after work fix, and this isn’t even the busiest they get, not until the 8pm rush, when students are in desperate need of their caffeine to help get them through homework and study sessions, and couples, along with their regulars come in for some late night coffee.

That all being said, the shop is actually full and they’re keeping a steady flow of customers going and coming- lattes are being made, Brendon’s cupcakes and cookies are flying from the display case. The chairs and tables are being taken up and crowd is lively, chatter filling the warm walls as the smell of coffee drifts in the air. But, for some reason, the clock can’t seem to go any faster, and Patrick is getting antsy.

Coffee For Closers (Truths over Mochas):

“We should do something.”

“What, exactly, do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know dude! Something, if we don’t, he’ll lose his mind!”

Open Mic and Caffeine Nights

Gala Macchiato :

It’s fucking cold, which, okay, Pete admits, it’s the beginning of November, hence autumn, but still, it’s cold. And it sucks.

But fuck it, he wants to get coffee before his meeting, and he wants to see a his boyfriend.

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@immoral-crow @shark-myths @a-smile-like-that @travtrick @saverockandsoulpvnk @thepetetoherpatrick @personalized-radio

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