#i tried playing around with new layers and stuff

[porcelainbirdss]

one for luck, one for…

summary: in which your friend Phainon decided to play with your hair just before the bell rings — and by some miracle, your deepest covets became satiated.

cw: fem!reader, fem!Phainon, modern au, fluff, Phainon is kinda a mean girl so probably ooc, she’s crushing hard on reader, possessiveness. || wc: 2.7k

"oh, [name]! do you sit here now?" Phainon inquired, her lips stretched into a wide smile as she took in your form, trying to organize your stuff. the bell would ring in about fifteen minutes — and your teacher was always ever so strict, so you preferred to have your notebooks and pencil-case neatly placed — just in case.

you nodded, trying to form your expression into something cordial — the girl was… well, how do you say this? one of the popular ones, while you were more of a pushover, letting your wits be used by others. however, no matter how Phainon might have appeared, she never once tried to use you — if anything, she would be the one giving you answers during quizzes while you found yourself lacking in information, or helping you when the teacher asked you to answer in front of the whole class.

you didn’t understand the girl — of course, what she was doing was utterly kind, but out of all those people she could have chosen — why you?

"yes, that’s my place now." you answered politely, returning her smile as you fidgeted with your pen. for whatever reason, whenever she lied her blue, bright irises on you, you felt a tingle of something foreign spring up in your gut.

Phainon beamed, immediately taking her seat behind you. "finally, that teach made a good decision for once." she hummed, leaning to talk to you over the clamor, "i don’t know about you, but i honestly don’t like him. he’s so stuck up, isn’t he?"

you nodded along to her words, continuing to spin the pen between your fingers, thinking that perhaps this mere action could take your mind off of the way her lips glistened, coated in a thick layer or lipgloss — or how her eyelashes fluttered so sweetly, obviously painted with mascara. "yeah. he’s a pain." you admitted — or rather lied, because you didn’t truly feel as if mr. Anaxa was all that bad.

your classmate giggled briefly in response, twirling the lock of fair hair around her finger. "totally. see? at least you agree with me." she said, the corners of her lips stretching even further upwards, "ugh, always so much homework, and projects…"

with a barely-audible laugh, you nodded once more, allowing yourself to lean over her desk. you noticed her notebooks — clean, and dainty — and you wondered why she loved complaining about school so much. it’s not as if she was struggling, right?

"i wouldn’t mind if he could cut us some slack for once." you murmured, glancing over to the man busying himself with something on his laptop. if he heard you, you’d surely regret ever saying such words — but mr. Anaxa seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing, his vision keen on the screen.

Phainon tapped her nails on the wooden surface, drawing your attention back in. "maybe he’s not that bad? i mean, the new sitting plan is pretty good.” she mused, gently reaching over to your hair. you felt yourself shudder at the careful touch. "personally, i am happy. how about you?"

"yeah— yeah, me too." you stammered, wincing at how awkward that came out. the girl didn’t seem to mind, raking her fingers through your locks.

when you pulled closer to her, you could smell her perfume — you wouldn’t know exactly, as it was pretty hard to discern, but she smelled of jasmine. "you’ve got such nice hair…" Phainon swiftly changed the topic, her eyes meeting yours before she gave you a little tug, urging to turn your head. you did as she pleased.

"oh, um… you think so?" you huffed out a nervous chuckle, sitting upright in your chair. why was she always so kind to you, while she preferred to snarl at others? honestly, it remained a mystery — how Phainon always doted on you, pleaded to be your pair during group-projects, offered her brand lipsticks (which’s prices you were too afraid to even ask about), sat with you during lunch, and many, many more occurrences.

truth be told — there is no point in trying to guess her intentions. Phainon was your school friend, and for that, you were grateful — the scale of bullying you were experiencing ever since the start definitely lessened, and whenever someone tried to do as much as look at you the wrong way, they’d meet with her tight smile. it was usually enough to chase the bully away — although if they were still feeling feisty, Phainon would… well, verbally obliterate them. you seriously don’t know how she always came up with such brutal remarks on the spot.

"mhm." she hummed beside your ear, her breath tingling your nape. "it’s no wonder he has a crush on you. you’re stunning."

another thing she liked to do — complimenting you to the point where you’d be left stumbling over your words, face flushed.

"ah, don’t… he surely doesn’t." you giggled under your breath, your vision flickering over to the boy standing on the other side of the classroom. it became pretty obvious — even to your oblivious self — that he was somewhat interested in you. sometimes, when you had nothing better to do, you’d try to daydream about how lovely it would be to finally have that school love, and a boyfriend. it was a popular topic in all those movies targeted for teenagers, and so you yearned for the feeling too.

except, whenever you tried to imagine him kissing you, the boy’s image always distorted, shifting into a familiar face of Phainon, gently cupping your cheeks, and smiling at you so, so sweetly. her lips would surely feel good on yours, no? she must take care of them, because they’re smooth, and glistening with those lipglosses she loved using. oh, and her hands too — the slender, long fingers curling around your jaw, freshly smothered in balm, painted nails digging into your flesh. the intoxicating scent of jasmine would encompass all your senses before the girl pulls you into her lap, and then—

wait, what are you even thinking about?

Phainon caressed your hair with her comb, attempting to make a small braid. "don’t be silly. he ogles you all the time, [name]." she snickered lowly, tugging a knot out, "i have to admit, he has taste."

you shifted in your chair, wishing you could look at her face, and see the expression she was making. "you think so?"

"totally." she answered, her long fingernails raking through your scalp, and you had to physically stop yourself from shivering. "i mean, i guess he’s hot, but… he’s not good for you. you deserve someone way better."

your hands clenched around nothing. "why? what’s up with him?" you questioned, wondering why someone as polite as him could be a wrong match for you. the boy never came off as vicious, nor rude — at least to you.

"ah, you know," Phainon began, making another loose braid, "he likes to play nice, and all that, but he’s an asshole in reality. manipulates everyone he can." she explained, and you felt her hands briefly clench around your locks. "what a fucking jerk, trying to make my best friend his another victim."

your shoulders tensed upon her seething tone, and your heart seemed to hammer even harder now, beating at your ribs with fervor. Phainon considered you her best friend? that was… well, you thought of her the same way — maybe because she was the only one you had, but still. truthfully, you didn’t expect it — nor the disdain in her words.

"if you say so, then i’ll just—" you paused, mulling over your sentence, "if he tries to make a move, i’ll tell him to get lost. how’s that?"

that evoked a cheery laugh out of Phainon, and the amount of warmth involuntarily swelling up in your chest caused you to giggle along. "that’s my girl. every single boy can go to hell."

"every single one?" you mused lightheartedly, leaning into her touch.

you didn’t see her face, but could easily discern the smile in her voice. "yeah. we don’t need them, right?" she said, separating the next stand of hair to make yet another small braid.

you nodded, and found yourself pondering — could Phainon also be…? it’s not like you had a crush on her, no, absolutely not! but still, her words made you feel that foolish glimmer of hope, and then you weren’t sure how you truly felt about your friend. aren’t you utterly pathetic, for dreaming of her being with you, and no one else? and gods, aren’t you stupid for wishing that her tender demeanor towards you meant something more?

a short moment of silence passed before Phainon spoke again. "anyway, what are your plans for the weekend?" she asked casually, brushing a part of your hair to the side.

"nothing much." you admitted, shrugging.

"really?" she beamed, and you thought you loved how good happiness looked on the girl (or rather sounded, because you still couldn’t see her face). "well, i got invited to a party, but honestly i don’t feel like going. what do you say we go to the mall together?"

you chuckled quietly, suddenly embarrassed for whatever reason. "we could, but… i ran out of money, and my parents don’t want to give me allowance."

(the reason why you were absolutely broke right now was because Phainon’s birthday was coming up, and you spent a horrendous amount on the gift — but that’s out of the topic).

"don’t worry, [name], i can treat you!" she assured, hovering over the desk to look at your expression. "it’s really no problem for me."

"but—"

"oh, we will go to that new clothing shop they opened recently!" Phainon interrupted, a habit of hers that showed up whenever she got excited, "not to sound rude, or anything, but you definitely need a new outfit. i will choose it for you, okay?"

you craned your neck to look at her face, and almost passed out from the way her bright eyes crinkled in the corners, a wide grin stretching her lips. when Phainon allowed herself to let go of that slightly mean facade, she truly looked like an angel sent from above.

"alright, we can do that." you returned her smile, pushing away the wave of guilt threatening to creep up on you. seriously, you’ll have to beg your parents for another sum of pocket money, because there was no way you’d use her like that.

then, another girl came up to your desks, looming over Phainon. she was one of your classmates — personally, you didn’t like her, but she seemed quite close to your friend, so you decided against voicing your dismay out loud. "hey, Phainon, are you and [name] going to the mall this weekend?"

"yeah, we are." Phainon answered bluntly, still yet to pull away from you.

"can i go with you? i didn’t get invited to that party, unlike you, so frankly i have nothing better to do." she hummed, and you wanted to endlessly berate yourself for the sting of something ugly in your heart. still, it was supposed to be your outing, with no one else! why was she bumping into your business?

Phainon’s eyebrows arched upwards, and her beaming expression fell. "no, you can’t."

"but—" the girl attempted to protest, before your friend quickly glanced at her phone’s screen — three minutes until the bell rings. then, she stood up, grabbing your wrist, and pulled you out of your chair.

"i said what i said.” she barked at the girl, taking wide steps towards the door. as you walked out of the classroom, she leaned into your side, a scornful look adorning her face. "ugh, who does she think she is?" she murmured, her eyebrows narrowing together.

you allowed Phainon to tug you along, trying to keep up with her hasty pace. the amount of relief you felt at that moment was indescribable — and, no matter how awful that might sound, you felt satisfied with how she brutally turned that girl down. "but aren’t you two friends?" you spoke, entering the bathroom.

"well, yeah." Phainon rolled her eyes, opening one of the cabins, and pulling you in. you didn’t question her actions. she then rummaged through her bag, and upon failing to find whatever thing she was searching for, she let out a resigned sigh. "i mean— no, no she’s not. she acts as if we’re close, or something, but she’s a goddamn parasite."

you nodded stiffly. "okay."

"plus,” Phainon continued, taking a single step towards you, "i know you don’t like her. it’s pretty obvious, to be honest." she reached for your palm, giving it a squeeze, and you felt as if the ground opened up, promising to swallow you whole.

your blood pressure immediately spiked, and you wanted to simultaneously bolt out of the bathroom, and render the distance between you both. she was so close — so unbelievably close, you could smell the jasmine, and clearly see how her mouth curled up, smothered in that thick coat of makeup. you loved it, but at the same time wished Phainon would stop wearing it so much. she was a natural beauty, after all.

upon your lack of answer, she spoke again. "anyway, i want to go out just with you. understand? so don’t you dare invite anyone else." she whispered, her blue irises flickering over to your lips. you vividly sensed the girl’s fingers clenching harder around your hand, effectively knocking the words out of your throat.

just what was going on?

"uh, i—"

before you could finish your clumsy trail of thought, Phainon’s lips suddenly met with yours — you breathed in sharply through your nose, squeezing her palm back. the kiss was chaste, and quick, but you were completely sure if not for the grip she had on you, your knees would buckle, making you collapse on the floor.

it felt exactly as you thought it would — maybe even better. she was so soft, yet decisive, and your mind went blank with the contact. you couldn’t believe it was happening, because stuff like that only occurred in your deepest dreams — but your current situation was very much real, and you could fly up with the sheer amount of joy.

then, she pulled away, taking in your breathless form with her half-lidded eyes, snickering lowly. "wh-what was that…?" you found yourself asking dumbly, staring at her with wonder.

Phainon shrugged, her features shifting into something friendlier — and perhaps more coy, if you squinted. "this one was for luck.” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"luck— luck?" you stammered out, still too dazed to think properly.

that evoked another giggle out of her. "don’t tell me you forgot about the quiz we’re going to take now?"

you blinked once, twice, and the cogs in your brain turned, finally catching up — oh no, you really did forget, didn’t you? and at this point, you’re going to be late for class!

"maybe…?" you muttered, your vision flickering between everything, but her.

Phainon clicked her tongue, her free hand moving to grasp your chin. she pulled closer again, her mouth brushing against yours, and you thought your whole body was made out of cotton. perhaps you wouldn’t mind being late.

"one for luck, one for…" she breathed, her lips almost — almost closing around yours, but the irritably loud sound of the ringing bell caused you both to jolt. you bit your tongue in surprise, snapped out of the moment.

the girl let go of you, taking a step back with a sheepish smile, so unlike her. "sorry, [name], i— i think i got carried away." she chuckled, raking her fingers through her hair.

you immediately shook your head, trying to ignore the sting on your cheeks. you really must look like a fool right now. "no, i didn’t mind. actually, i… Phainon, i think i—"

your surge of courage got quickly dimmed by the rather obnoxious knock on the stall’s door. you winced along with your friend, exchanging troubled looks.

"girls, the break’s over! get out of the cabin, and go to class!" a voice on the other side called, and you couldn’t help but sigh in utter defeat.

Phainon leaned to you, opening the door. "we’ll finish later. don’t worry." she winked at you teasingly, a mischievous smirk growing on her lips before she stepped out, muttering some apologies to the cleaning lady.

you gaped at her, dumbfounded — and maybe you’d continue to stand frozen, if not for the woman’s stern words, nagging you to move. with reluctance, you followed in tow, trying your best not to trip over your wobbly legs.

there was no way you will pass that quiz.

[carnatus89]

Shen Qingqiu triple trouble!

So, System Possession AU of @artsarasp is going through, stuff let's say. Angsty stuff. So of course my mind was like.

Let's make shen triplets!

The situation is, Shen Jiu has his fatal Qi deviation, Shen Yuan dies by choking on food and all is normal. But, some error occurs, and both Shen Jiu’s and Shen Yuan’s souls are in danger of disintegrating from the Qi deviation. The System notices this and tries to fix it, forcing the soul to generate a body to occupy from basically thin air. But there’s a problem, since there’s two souls that are now generating a body, meanwhile the original body is still functional, though has been metaphorically dragged through the mud. Thus, both Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan materialize with new bodies while the System is absorbed into the spare body.

So now we have three Shen Qingqius. And the System is Not Happy.

Neither is Shen Jiu to be honest.

Shen Yuan somehow convinces both the System and Shen Jiu that they should pretend to just be brothers, make some bullshit about trapped consciousness to fool the peak lords, while he wacks his brain to try to avoid death or punishment from the enraged System. Which can still give both points and punishments. The problem is that since he got the short end of the stick in the body lottery, he has to be very careful of exerting the body’s limits, so he can’t get agitated. And giving punishments is very agitating. Shen Yuan is basically trying to make the System care. If Wall-E can love, so can the System, wouldn’t it be better for the story if he becomes an active member? It would also be better to leave the story to develop itself organically, think about all the character development! So the protagonist can have a more round support cast! If he read something like that, he wouldn’t have criticized so much the papapa scenes since he could just focus on that! What do you think System-bro?

Meanwhile Shen Jiu is very conflicted, since these, what, fakers? Clones? Some type of demons? Are stealing his face and seem to have some ulterior motive, but both seem eager to ‘help him’ somehow. Granted, the blue eyed freak is creepy as fuck, a fake cherfulness that all his instincts scream to get away from, but he’s mostly… nice. The definition of the word, at least. The other fake is snarky, doesn’t really back down from a verbal dispute, and, while infuriating, it’s more real. Safer, in a way, more honest. Besides, the blue eyed one is useful when trying to find synonyms while writing or finding the name of a song he couldn’t remember well. They can stay, for now.

System is actually scared. They saved the scum villain character, but made a bigger problem while also becoming… vulnerable. How could they make sure the story functions if they have a weak and frail body? They are forced to play along, become a more direct support to the characters to make sure they stay in line. But [User02] seems to have other ideas, and while they must punish him, they really can’t without suffering themselfs. The original scum villain for the most part follows the script, but he also seems perturbed by their presence, which is fine. All is fine, they should be able to fix it.

Somehow.

The three of them are mostly the same in appearance. The major difference that the peaklords catch on is the mark on the forehead (I don’t remember what it is called). Shen Jiu has a lotus flower painted, Shen Yuan has a dot while the System has an empty circle, resembling a zero. Both Shen Jiu and the System have their clothes correctly, while Shen Yuan doesn’t really know how any of his layers of clothes work, so he fastened the belt around everyone, even the outer robe. Finally, the System has their hair tight to their head, Shen Jiu has it a little loose to let it flow but staying neat and clean. Shen Yuan just, tries his best. Finally, the System’s face is kinda cartoonish, they make faces that shouldn't be possible, stretching his smile wide and making their eyes a little too big. Both Shens don’t mention it much, they just say they’re special.

I don’t know what came to me to do this shit, but now’s here, deal with it.

Spanish rambling when this idea just came barreling through my brain.

[bennyboyfics]

hey can u make a story about him making sure you’re okay and stuff when they travel together for his tournaments and making sure that the reporters aren’t all over her but also answering questions about her at press conferences!

His safe haven || Ben Shelton x gf!reader

A/n: I love this request ty!!

Wc: 930

Warnings: none!

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The chaos of the tennis world was nothing new to Ben, but having you by his side added a different layer to it. When he travelled for tournaments, it used to be just about him—his matches, his training, his press conferences. Now, he had something more precious to think about: you. And he made sure you were okay. Always.

It started the moment you arrived at the airport. Ben’s hand found yours instinctively, fingers threading through yours in a way that felt both protective and grounding. He knew how overwhelming these trips could be—the flashing cameras, the murmurs of reporters who always had something to say.

He wasn’t about to let you feel like you had to navigate it alone. “Stay close to me, baby,” he murmured as you walked through the terminal, his grip tightening slightly as he noticed a few journalists lingering near baggage claim. You weren’t famous, not in the way he was, but that didn’t stop the media from taking an interest in you.

Being Ben Shelton’s girlfriend automatically made you a topic of conversation. And though you did your best to ignore the attention, Ben could see when it got to you—the way your shoulders tensed under their stares, the way you kept your gaze down when a camera flashed too close. So he shielded you. At the tournament, it was the same.

From the second you stepped onto the grounds, his presence became your safeguard. His arm would rest lightly around your waist, his body subtly positioning itself between you and any approaching reporters. If they tried to direct a question your way, he’d step in smoothly, answering for you without hesitation.

“Ben, is your girlfriend travelling with you for the whole season?” one journalist asked as you walked toward the players’ entrance. Ben didn’t break stride, keeping your hand firmly in his. “Yeah, she’s here to support me, just like always,” he replied, his voice even, making it clear that there wasn’t much more to say on the subject.

When the crowd of media got too thick, he’d shift in front of you, using his broad frame as a barrier. You’d feel his fingers squeeze yours as he leaned back slightly, murmuring under his breath, “Just stick with me, I got you.” And he always did. Even during press conferences, when he was seated under the harsh fluorescent lights with microphones pointed at him, he never hesitated to mention you.

“Ben, you’ve been playing incredibly well this tournament. Do you think having your girlfriend here has had an impact on your performance?” He grinned at the question, leaning back in his chair slightly. “For sure,” he admitted, his Southern drawl making the words feel even softer. “She keeps me grounded. Keeps me happy. That’s important, y’know?”

Another reporter jumped in, “She’s been spotted around the tournament a lot. Does she enjoy travelling with you?” Ben nodded, his smile never fading. “Yeah, I think so. I mean, I hope so.” He glanced toward the back of the room where you sometimes sat in support, his expression warm. “I try to make it easy for her. It’s a lot, all this, but she handles it like a champ.”

And he meant it. He knew how overwhelming it could be to be in his world, but he made it his mission to make sure you felt safe, comfortable. Between matches, he’d always check in. A gentle, “You good, baby?” whenever you were waiting for him outside the locker room. A reassuring squeeze of your thigh when you sat beside him in the players’ lounge.

A quiet, “You wanna head back to the hotel? You don’t have to stay here all day.” But you did, because you wanted to be there for him. And Ben, in turn, made sure you knew how much that meant to him. At the end of the day, when the cameras were gone and the crowds had faded, it was just the two of you in the quiet of your hotel room.

And that was his favourite part. Just holding you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead, murmuring against your skin, “Thanks for being here, baby. You know I’d go crazy without you.” And you knew—because no matter how intense the world around you got, Ben always made sure you felt safe in it.

[weirdsht]

Hii 😞😞

I genuinely can't help myself but request for sweet stuff

Bc I'm lonely

Cale w reader who always wears pants and barely dolls themselves up, but then they decide to wear a dress one day and WOWZA

Something New - Cale/Reader

tags: fluff, a tiny bit of insecure! reader, jealous Cale if you squint, established relationship, reader's gender isn't specified but they are wearing a dress.

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Requests are open and welcome

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It happened on a whim, starting when you saw a lone dress in the closet while trying to spring clean.

You bought the dress impulsively a few months ago, finding it cute at the time. You swore to yourself that you’d find an occasion to wear it, but you never did. 

It’s not because the dress isn’t cute anymore. No, no, it still is, it’s so cute you had to take a few minutes to admire the glory of it after taking it out of the hanger. The design of the frame wasn’t the issue. Rather, it was just the simple fact that it was a dress. Something you don’t usually wear.

And so its elegance didn’t stop the dress from being stashed at the back of your closet.

Well until today that is.

Once you were done sorting your closet you abruptly decided to change into the dress. Wear something different for a change.

You can’t help but feel a tad bit insecure as you look in the mirror. The dress is pretty and it frames your body as though it was made specifically for you. The ruffles of the off-shoulder clings to your skin while its see-through puff sleeves showcase your arm underneath the fabric.

The skirt has three layers; two sheer fabrics at the top and an opaque layer underneath. It sways beautifully alongside the ribbon in the back whenever you twirl, the hem grazing your thighs as you giggle in front of the mirror.

It’s a beautiful dress and you look so good wearing it. However, it doesn’t take away the uncomfortable fact that it’s not something you would usually wear, doesn’t take away the smidge of insecurity you feel as you play with the cut-outs of the dress around your waist area.

Perhaps the dress can’t soothe your mind but Cale’s reaction definitely can.

“Can I hide here for a while? The kids have been bugging me to train and we both know I’d rather drown in lemonade than do that.”

Cale knocks on your door as he asks for solace. Taking pity on him, you opened the door to let him in. Your room is the safest place to get away from the kids’ antics, they actually respect your alone time and wouldn’t go in unless given a go signal.

The redhead stops in his tracks as he sees what you’re wearing. His actions make you gnaw your lips. Did it look bad? It is too unusual? Maybe you shouldn’t have tried it on.

You were about to speak up, ask him if you should change, when he beat you to it.

“Let’s sneak out and go on a date.”

“Is it– wait what? I thought you wanted to sleep today.”

You shot Cale an incredulous look. Just where did that come from? He has always had an impulsive side, no matter how rare it showed itself, but this was something that had never happened.

“Yes, but you look too good right now. It would be a shame to just stay here.”

“Excuse me? Wait! Cale!”

Before you can wrap your head around what your lover said he was already whisking you away with his ancient power. The two of you exited through the window and proceeded to go to town to have an impromptu date.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone hear…”

Cale grumbled under his breath a few minutes after roaming around town. The townfolks were kind enough to not bother their young master silver shield today after seeing that he was on a date. Despite that, Cale was still frowning and grumbling under his breath.

“What’s the matter, love?”

You inquired, concerned that perhaps his social battery had run out. Cale was never one to socialise much after all.

“It’s nothing… it’s just that everyone keeps looking at you.”

He frowned before activating his dominating aura. He just let it ooze a little, just enough for people to steer clear of the both of you.

Confused at what he meant, you tilted your head towards him, silently asking him to elaborate.

Finding your gesture cute, Cale kissed the top of your head surprising you once more. He was never one for public shows of affection, preferring to indulge you in his love in private.

“You just look too good okay? That dress looks too good on you and now everyone’s eyes are glued to you. It doesn’t help that this is the first time you wore one.”

He might have murmured something about going on a picnic in the forest instead but you didn’t quite catch it. 

Your mind reels at the accidental compliment. Well, Cale already said you looked beautiful earlier, but still, it didn’t feel real until now.

“You mean it?”

You hesitantly asked making Cale stop in his tracks just outside your favourite restaurant.

“Yes.”

He nonchalantly said before linking your arms with his and entering the establishment.

The two of you spent the entire day having fun. The news will definitely have a field day writing various articles of how Roan Kingdom’s it couple are seen enjoying the day as if they were the only people in the world.

You had so much fun that you almost forgot you left the villa without telling anyone.

Don’t worry though, Ron will make sure you remember and understand the heart attack you accidentally gave everyone.

[bird-in-the-space]

The Four Harbingers of Unicron in TF One: Rebirth

(Author's note: I was thinking about what if the Four Harbingers happened in the tf one universe. Since the Cybertronians were at war with the Quintessons and the primes perished, I decided to make the Quintessons the ones who imprisoned Unicron's children and used them for their own gain. I also wanted to draw and try something different, so I drew a few pics for this fic. They're a bit messy since I'm trying new stuff. I also played around with layers and learned to make some glowy effects. I also couldn't decide in which timeline I wanted this to happen in the tf one universe because I got ideas for both before and after the tf one events, so I left this a bit ambiguous. Hope you like it.)

Inside an abandoned Quintesson shipwreck, an ancient being is freed from its imprisonment.

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Many years ago, during the war between the Quintessons and Cybertronians, there was a ship. According to the old records, it was carrying a weapon that could have secured victory for the Quintessons. The Primes got hold of this intel, tracked down the ship, and after a hard battle, destroyed it along with the weapon. Everyone believed it was the end, and soon it was forgotten.

However, after the death of the Primes and the traitor's rise in power, the Quintessons searched for the ship. The weapon was lost, but the ship possessed something they could not leave behind: the power source that had fueled the weapon.

It was something they needed—leverage against an ancient and far greater power. They also had to find it before the vessel could be broken and the power within it could escape.

The Quintessons searched and searched, but their efforts bore no results. It was as if the ship had never existed.

Unbeknownst to them, the ship had been lost beneath Cybertron’s crust, hidden from their sight and radar. Time had eroded its structure, and even organic flora had begun to grow over its shell. It lay beneath the planet’s surface, resting inside vast caverns where it now hung near a precipice.

Inside its vault—the generator room that once powered the ship and the weapon—stood a glass container at its center. Within the container burned a red spark. The energy lines that had once fed on its power glowed faintly, as the ship was long dead.

The room was dark, save for the light emanating from the spark, which continued to burn within its glass prison like an everlasting sun.

The cavern where the ship lay hidden suddenly shook as an explosion echoed in the distance. The ship trembled, rattling the glass container within the vault. After years of rust and erosion, the container’s safety latches gave way, causing it to fall from its place.

The glass vessel shattered upon hitting the floor, releasing the red spark trapped within.

Freed from its glass prison, the spark radiated with raw energy. The room’s surfaces scorched under its intense heat as it began pulling nearby metal toward itself. The metal burned and melted, orbiting the spark like debris drawn to a star. Slowly, the molten metal began to shape itself around the spark.

Soon, the metal shaped itself into a body resembling a Cybertronian. Once the body was fully formed and the spark sealed itself within it, it released a powerful energy surge, shaking the caverns and everyone who happened to be in its vicinity.

Then, you opened your eyes.

Releasing a gasp, you collapsed to your knees against the floor. After regaining your bearings, you looked around—the room was scorched all around you. Confusion settled in your spark as you didn’t recognize this place.

Where were you?

This wasn’t home.

You froze when you noticed something missing.

Wait...

Where was home?

You tried to think—but nothing. Your mind was blank. When you reached for memories of home, there was only emptiness.

You remembered warmth. A sense of family. You have a family... but where are they? Who are they?

Who are you?

Why can’t you remember?

You stood on unsteady legs, nearly stumbling. Strange—you should be familiar with your own limbs, but it felt as though you were taking your very first steps. The ship trembled beneath you, and in the distance, you heard something echoing outside the ship.

Scared, yet curious, you made your way out of the ship. You hopped down from the vessel—clearly long past its prime—and took in your surroundings. The cavern around you glowed faintly. Metallic fireflies drifted through the air, and in some corners, clusters of blue crystals shimmered in the dim light.

You felt… odd. This world didn’t feel like home, yet it held a strange familiarity, like a half-forgotten dream.

Sounds reached you once more. You looked toward a cave opening that seemed to lead out of the caverns. Your spark pulsed with uncertainty.

But even through the doubt, a longing stirred within you—a need to find your home, your family.

So, you took a breath... and stepped toward the light.

(Author's note: I didn't have a clear design in mind for the harbingers, so reader's character might look a bit messy. But I kinda like how this turned out. I doupt I will make a second one with this many pictures. Do tell me if you liked it, though. )

[py-dreamer]

Macaque is big spoon

Lol the old men be snoozin and snugglin

(I was about to say sleeping but my mind is too dirty for that unfortunately-)

Y'wanna know why he big spoon?

The sun and moon thingy they have going on and...

Ehh, ehh? Y'see what I did there?

I hate fabric so god damn much.

WHY CAN'T YOU BEHAVE AND STAY STILL GODDAMN.

WHY MUST YOU CREASE AND HAVE LAYERS?!!? WHY CAN'T YOU BE SIMPLE AND FLAT

SAME WITH MACACA'S FUR.

WHY ARE YOU BLACK?!! HOW DO I RENDER YOU

TO QUOTE MY PAST SELF: "his true evil power is how hard he can be to draw"

LIKE MY DUDE. HOWWWWW.

Regardless, I'm still really happy with how the drawing came out like the lighting and stuff (just don't look at the fabric-)

Wukong couldn't give less than a flying f*ck if his pajamas matched. Like he's at home, let him be as much of a fashion disaster as he wants!

Heck, back in his day, he was prancing with a leaf skirt and that was acceptable, let the monkey be damnit.

But he would own something very funky like those peach shorts but specifically wear them on break days or in private

(Mac definitely made an inappropriate joke bout it; he has a mark you could read the king's fortune off of, on his right cheek-)

Mac loves his clouds cloudy king so sure, slap them on his pants I think he'd have those long fluffy or silky pajama pants and he like has a couple he switches out for every now and them.

Wukong struck me as a big shirt, short shorts guy

and Mac'doodles as a small shirt, big pants

On a more angsty note, after death I think he'd be a lot colder like its harder to generate body heat naturally so he'd be a lot more cuddly with his toasted marshmallow king cause he was literally toasty fried for 49 days in heaven (49 earth years if 1 year in heaven is a year belief is true)

I was really debating if they'd be in a tree like normal monkeys or in the stone palace cause like that's a whole thing.

Wukong is not only a king in name, he's got riches and a whole ass stone mansion, I want my boi to one day overcome his guilt and indesire for self care and move into the big boi house with his husbando...one day.

But until then, a girl can dream.

Cause come on, that'd be cool. I understand it'd feel real lonely without the stalwart generals and brotherhood but like he has new company and rekindling with his warrior might help with that.

I also think they'd rather sleep in a cozy lil alclove or like the beds in historical c-dramas that are kinda built in and they build a mini nest of sorts.

I was going to draw the monkeys but tbh, just wasn't feelin it...

Also wanted their tails to make a heart but the lil pointy bit always bugs me so I tried to make it into a more plausible scenario

And irl updates, I have been like formally rehearsing for a performance all week (as in a play) and practicing all day, just watched the 1st cast do it and its my turn tomorrow so wish me luck!

(btw I'm working with young kids, like 8-12 young and they all congregated around me when they saw me drawing like I was a glorified babysitter

And the amount of times I had to put the message on Mac's shirt on a different layer and hide it like bruh. The kids are lovely and all and I'd be happy to show my work but as you can see...not all of my works are...100% PG)

(pls reblog and feedback and stuff, I worked hard on this plss I beg...)

[ladykailitha]

Around the World Part 5

Hey guys!! Welcome back to the Spooky World Tour. Where we finally leave the USA and head across the Pond.

First stop! The British Isles. Where Robin gets giddy about Titanic stuff. They do run afoul some fans as they leave Boston, but nothing seasoned vet Eddie Munson can't handle. Eddie tries out new looks as disguises that make Steve very happy and Robin and Chrissy get teased.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

~

“Oh shit.”

Eddie had checked his phone for their flight number because they were getting ready to check out of one of the hotels they stayed in. It was supposed to have been haunted but considering their previous experiences, it was pretty sure bet that it actually wasn’t.

So yeah, anyway. They had a problem. Well, closer to roughly fifty problems and all of them outside the hotel waiting for Eddie Munson to come out.

Steve looked up from his last minute search of the room to make sure they got everything. “What’s up?”

“Someone fucking told TMZ I’m in Boston,” Eddie hissed, “and which hotel I’m staying at.”

“Shit.”

They shared a glance and both took off at a run straight for the girls’ room.

Eddie raised his hand to knock, but Chrissy was already opening the door.

“How did they find out?” Steve asked, nervously twisting his fingers together.

“Vickie’s looking into it,” she said, gently. “I’ve hired two cars exactly the same to show up at the back of the hotel. We will get in one and four actors will get into the other and we’ll play the fucking shell game with these people.” She got angrier as she spoke.

Robin came up behind her. “That was Vickie,” she said solemnly, “she thinks she’s found the leak.”

Steve and Eddie shared a concerned glance.

Chrissy pulled them into the room and closed the door behind her. She stood in front of the door and crossed her arms. “Who do I have to kill?”

“Nancy fucking Wheeler,” Robin huffed. “By way of probably Mike and Dustin. Mike figures she got home early when Dustin was talking about how Steve and I must like having friends in high places that could take us on world tours.”

Steve sank to the floor in a crouch. He had told Dustin that as a trial run to see how well he could keep a secret now that he was older. And apparently the answer was not well at all.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” she continued. “Nancy must have decided that since she couldn’t blab about Steve and Eddie’s relationship without breaking the NDA she decided to chose violence instead.”

Eddie put one hand on his hip and lifted his shirt a little as he looked around the room. Then he spotted the potted plant. A real one for how posh the place was. He grabbed a baggie from Chrissy’s makeup bag and started filling it.

Robin frowned in confusion, but Steve and Chrissy grinned.

“His little camouflage technique,” Chrissy explained.

Then the light bulb above Robin’s head went off. “Like that night you came to the concert!”

Eddie and Steve grinned at her.

“We can’t doing it leaving the hotel,” he said with a grin, “because the shell game wouldn’t sell. But once we’re in the car, we dirty up our clothes and luggage to get through to the airport. Then we can use the airport lounge to shower and change.”

“So we leave now?” Robin asked, looking at her watch.

“We leave now.”

~

Robin knew how to change up her look. She took out makeup from Chrissy’s bag and did her makeup completely different to ‘Robin’. She didn’t have any of her designer clothes that she wore as Celeste Baptiste, but she knew how to glam up what she already had. Chrissy and Eddie did the homeless look, multiple layers and dirt smeared into their skin and hair.

Steve was a little harder to disguise because of his perfect cheek bones and distinct profile. Which is when Chrissy got the idea to glam Steve up too. She contoured his face and added cat-eye wingtips and glitter.

Standing next Robin, they looked like a pair of fashion models on their way to Milan, London, or even Paris.

Eddie and Chrissy split up, while Robin and Steve walked and talked like Abbadon and Celeste.

Soon they were at the airport lounge and Eddie and Chrissy made quick work of their disguises in the lounge showers.

Steve had his makeup removed, but Robin kept hers on.

“I will feel safer it being on until after the flight takes off,” she said once Eddie and Chrissy had rejoined them.

Chrissy gave her hand a squeeze. “That’s okay. I talked to the airline representative and the pilot and they both assured me that the flight is nearly empty and we are the only ones in first class.”

Robin nodded and Steve pulled her close for a hug. He never had to experience that before. But with them traveling with Eddie, it was insane.

~

Steve had long since fallen asleep on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie looked over across the aisle to Robin.

“When you guys fly is first class or...?” he asked quietly, careful to not wake either of their partners. Chrissy was on the other side of Robin, curled up into a little ball with a Hello Kitty sleep mask over her eyes as she snored softly.

Robin shook her head. “We don’t want to let people on that we might be anything other peons. Shane suggested a private jet once. But...”

“How do you explain that the five little peons,” Eddie said with a chuckle, “Shane, Simon, Steve, Spence, and Robin aren’t on the same flight as the other roadies and peons?”

Robin snorted. “Yeah, pretty much. Spence suggested telling people we just were all getting on a separate flight than everyone else.” She cocked her head to the side. “Steve wasn’t convinced.”

Eddie winced. Steve could be really stubborn about that sort of thing. He was also the one that stood to lose the most if this shit went south, so... Eddie supposed a little bit of grace could be given.

“You do know what the solution is, don’t you?” he said with a grin. “You hire a charter jet for everyone.”

Robin blinked at him for a moment and then grinned back. “Eddie Munson, I love your brain.”

“Well that’s all you get,” he huffed, looking down at the still sleeping Steve. He brushed a strand of hair out of Steve’s face.

“Sap!” she huffed and pulled down her witchy sleep mask she got in Salem, MA and settled into her seat to sleep the rest of the flight.

Eddie pulled out the blanket they had been given and covered them both. Then under the covers linked their hands together.

Slowly he too drifted off to sleep.

~

Steve awoke with a start as the flight attendants announced that they were coming into Cobh and to please put all tray tables in an upright and locked position. He looked around and saw that everyone else was awake. Chrissy and Robin were playing games on their phones while Eddie read a book.

Steve peered around at the title. “The Dead Zone” by Stephen King. He snorted. Of course his boyfriend would be reading horror on this trip. He just wasn’t sure that was the right book to read considering the current political climate, but he wasn’t about to police Eddie’s reading.

He stretched and then buckled his seatbelt. He carefully folded the blanket and handed it to the flight attendant as they passed, making sure everyone was buckled in.

“The Titanic Museum in Vegas was pretty impressive,” Robin said excitedly. “I really hope this place delivers.”

Steve chuckled at his best friend. By the nature of their trip they had to sometimes visit things in the bright light of day and it wasn’t always very spooky.

Personally he thought that was a good thing. The bones in his hands needed some relief from all the grinding and squeezing the other three had been doing. Because yes, while it began as just Eddie and Robin grabbing a hold of him when he got scared, Chrissy was supposed to be there as his “girlfriend” there was some hand holding to be expected from her as well.

Robin was not disappointed. The Titanic stuff was everywhere. The walking tour, the pier in which the ill-fated ship embarked from, the memorial. Robin was talking a mile a minute and even their tour guide seemed impressed by her wealth of knowledge.

Eddie, Steve, and Chrissy stood in the back of the group, arms crossed, watching their friend in amusement as she gestured wildly.

“She’s cute,” Chrissy said warmly.

“Well,” Steve said with a huff, “if your plan pans out, you can make all the kissy faces at her all you want.”

She tried to hide her giggle behind her hand, but failed miserably. “If that’s why I was doing it, I’d agree with you. But after what happened in Boston, disguising Eddie means we all become anonymous.”

Steve sighed. He had been thiissss close to telling Dustin about his secret band or hell just that he was dating Eddie in general, but then he had to go bragging to Mike about how cool it was for him to have friends that would take him on world trips and have the media catch wind of that?

Getting to Logan airport had been a nightmare.

Thankfully Eddie’s camouflage trick worked and they were able to get on their flight with minimal fuss.

So now Eddie was currently dressed in clothes that would have made people think he raided Abbadon’s closet. He wore a white button up over a white tank top, large white jeans. His hair had been braided by Chrissy and Robin to look like almost dreadlocks and huge glasses that covered his eyes. He had also refrained from shaving so that further covered up his face.

He looked like a fucking runway model and Steve was absolutely going to eat him when they got back to their hotel, he looked that good.

When Robin finally paused for breath they went to lunch and took in some of the other sites, Cohb offered.

Steve nearly burst out laughing when Robin grabbed Chrissy hand to show her something and then ‘forgot’ to let go. Chrissy might not being taking advantage of Eddie incognito, but Robin sure the hell was.

When they finally got to the hotel, Steve grinned at Robin and whispered, “I recommend dental dams and socks to muffle the noise.” He winked and walked away as she sputtered and squawked in outrage.

About five minutes later he came back out holding a small box. He knocked on their door and when Chrissy opened it, Steve tossed her the box.

“Always use protection, ladies,” he teased, wagging his eyebrows suggestively and then turned and walked back to the room he shared with Eddie.

Chrissy looked at the box in her hand and saw it was dental dams. “Steve, why do you even have these? Steve? Steve!” But he merely closed the door behind him.

Eddie was unbraiding the last of his braids when Steve came back. “That better have not had been our last box, lover boy.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “Like I would do such a thing!” he cried, mock scandalized. “We have three other boxes. I told the TSA agent I was going to a dental convention in Dublin.”

Eddie cackled. “Because of course you did.” He got up and pulled Steve toward the bed. “Come on, I believe you’ve been wanting to ravish me all day.”

Steve grinned, sliding his arms around his waist. “Oh yeah. I get that it’s not your style, baby, but I’m about to have a really good time peeling it off of you.”

Eddie grinned and flopped on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows and wagged his eyebrows at Steve. Steve hurried to remove his own clothes and then crawled up on the bed.

“So this style really does it for you, baby?” Eddie purred. “I think I could be persuaded to wear it more often.” He cocked his head to the side. “At least on this trip.”

Steve yanked off the belt and undid the jeans, pulling out both shirts. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make a deal. I get to dress you however I want for this trip and you have full reign in the bedroom. All under the guise of keeping you under the radar.”

“Sounds good, Stevie,” he said sitting up to allow Steve to remove his shirts. “I just have one caveat.”

“What’s that?” he asked absentmindedly, working to get Eddie’s pants off.

“That we take pictures of all the times we managed to fool people and post a montage on social media, as ‘back at you bitch’ to Nancy.”

Steve stopped what he was doing and looked Eddie dead in the eye. “God, I love you.” He ripped off the rest of Eddie’s clothes and kissed him deeply. “Hell yeah, babe. I love the way you think.”

And then he proceeded to ravish Eddie as planned.

~

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[communicationthroughlyrics]

I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 7 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension

Word Count: 2.3K

Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE Read Pt. 3 HERE Read Pt. 4 HERE Read Pt. 5 HERE Read Pt. 6 HERE

You Say You Want Me, But You Know I'm Not What You Need

Pietro's words weighed heavy on you throughout your work week as you buried yourself in your latest projects. Every time you thought about Wanda, which was more than you cared to admit, the conversation with her brother- and your best friend echoed in your mind. It was like he had peeled back the layers of your defenses and seen right through to the fear that was holding you back. You knew he was right, that you couldn't live your life in fear, but the thought of hurting her was paralyzing.

Friday evening finally rolled around, and with it, the promise of the weekend. You decided to visit the local bar, hoping the noise and the company of strangers would help distract you from your tumultuous thoughts. As you sipped your beer, you watched the crowd, their laughter, and chatter creating a wall of white noise that you wished could drown out the voice in your head. A voice that had been echoing in the depths of your mind since that night you had shared with her.

As you were lost in thought, the door of the bar swung open, and Wanda walked in, looking radiant despite the sadness that still lingered in her eyes. You felt your heart drop as she scanned the room, and when she saw you, she paused, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned away. You knew you couldn't avoid her forever. You downed the rest of your drink and approached her, your steps feeling heavier with each inch that brought you closer.

"Hey," you said softly, trying to keep your voice from cracking. She turned to face you, her eyes wary but open. "Can we talk?"

Wanda nodded, and you led her to a quieter corner of the bar, the neon lights casting a soft glow on her features. You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Pietro came to talk to me," you began, watching the way her expression tightened. "He's worried about you."

Wanda looked down at her drink, her fingers playing with the condensation on the glass. "I know," she murmured. "I've been avoiding him too." You tried to ignore the pang in your chest, feeling like you had caused this. She was avoiding you, which made sense. But she was also avoiding her brother.

"Wanda," you started, "I need to tell you something." She met your gaze, her eyes searching for something you weren't sure you could provide. "I've been thinking about that night. And what happened between us." She nodded slightly, her expression unreadable. "I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm just...scared."

She looked up, the sadness in her eyes shimmering with a hint of anger. "Scared of what, Y/N?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep, shaky breath, trying to find the right words. "Scared of losing you," you admitted. "Scared of hurting you. Scared of not being enough." You looked down at the table, finding the rough texture suddenly interesting. "My last relationship, it…it was a mess. And it isn't fair to you," you took a deep breath, feeling her hands slide into your nervous ones. "I don't want it to feel like I am taking my issues out on you."

Wanda's grip tightened, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Y/N, I'm not just anyone," she said, her voice firm. "I know you're going through stuff, but so am I. And I know we can work through it together." She paused, her thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand. "But if you don't want to, if you think we can't, then I'll respect that."

You swallowed hard, looking into her eyes and seeing the hurt you had caused. "It's not that," you said, your voice cracking. "It's just that I've hurt so many people before. And I don't know if I can handle it if I hurt you too."

Wanda leaned in closer, her voice soft but firm. "But what if we don't let fear dictate our future? What if we take a chance, and maybe, just maybe, it's the best thing for both of us? We can also help each other, Y/N."

You felt your resolve wavering, the warmth of her touch and the sincerity in her words reaching deep within you. "I want that," you whispered, "but I'm so scared."

"So am I," she started, gripping your hands tighter to help reassure you. "Your reputation proceeds you, Y/N. Pietro definitely told me a lot about you before you moved here." She took a deep breath, looking into your eyes. "But I've seen a different side of you. One that is kind, caring, and...scared." She gave a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm taking a risk, too, you know. I've never felt this way before."

Her confession hit you like a ton of bricks, and suddenly, the bar didn't seem so crowded anymore. It was just you and Wanda, in your own little bubble. "Wanda," you whispered, leaning closer to her, "I can't explain what it is. There is this pull, I just want to be around you. I think about you constantly."

Wanda's smile was faint but genuine. "Then why are we fighting it?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.

You took a deep breath, feeling your chest tighten. "Because I don't know if I can give you what you need," you confessed. "I don't know if I can be the person you deserve."

"Let me decide that, Y/N." Wanda's voice was steady, her eyes unwavering. "You can't live your life assuming the worst."

You searched her eyes, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all you found was a determination that mirrored your own. "I know," you began, leaning back into the booth you were seated in. "I can't help but think the worst. I've been told, over and over that I am the worst. I don't want to find out what will happen if you were to think that too."

Wanda reached out and placed a hand on your cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "Y/N, I'm not everyone else. I know you better than you think, and I know that you're trying."

You couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at her touch, or the way your heart skipped a beat when she said she knew you. You leaned into her hand, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly. "But what if I'm not good enough?" you murmured, your voice filled with doubt.

Wanda leaned closer, her thumb brushing gently against your cheekbone. "I wouldn't have kissed you in the first place if you weren't, Y/N. You're more than enough," she said, her eyes searching yours. "And if you ever doubt that, I'll be here to remind you."

The bar was a blur around you, the noise fading away as you focused on her. You felt the weight of your decision lighten slightly, the fear of losing her still there but tempered by the hope of what could be. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Promise?"

Wanda leaned in, her breath warm against your cheek. "I promise," she whispered, and with that, she kissed you. It was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the passion of that night under the stars. But it was filled with something else—something deeper, something more profound. It was a promise of understanding and support, of patience and growth.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed her back, feeling the tension in your body melt away. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you in the quiet corner of the bar. The kiss grew more urgent, as you slid your way around the corner booth so your hands could find their way to her waist, pulling her closer. It felt right like you were finally letting go of the fear that had been holding you back.

She pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. "That night," you began, looking into her darkened gaze. "It took everything in me to not walk back over and just kiss you."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you. "What stopped you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"My own crippling fear?" you let out a soft chuckle, feeling the warmth of her breath on your skin. "I didn't want to mess up what we had," you admitted. "And I didn't know if I was ready to deal with the fallout."

Wanda leaned back, her eyes searching yours. "But you are now?" she asked, hopeful.

You took a deep breath, the warmth of her body pressing against yours. "I don't think I ever will be," you said, feeling a newfound sense of determination. "But, I'm ready to try."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, a spark of hope igniting in them. "Okay," she said softly. "Let's take this one step at a time." she winked, "But maybe don't run away from me anymore, yeah?"

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. "Deal," you said, smiling. The rest of the night was a blur of laughter and stolen glances, a tentative dance of flirty banter and comforting touches. It was like the universe had taken a deep breath and finally allowed you to move forward.

"Dance?" she asked, standing as the floor began to get more crowded.

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. You had seen how she danced before, and the thought of dancing with her had your heart racing. You slid out of the booth, taking her hand in yours and leading her to the dance floor. The music was loud, but it didn't matter. You wrapped your arms around her waist, and she placed her hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes as you began to move together. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and the only thing that mattered was the way she felt in your arms.

The rhythm of the music was infectious, and before you knew it, you were lost in the moment, your bodies moving in sync. You could feel the chemistry between you, the same spark that had been there the night of your first kiss. But this time, it didn't feel forbidden or wrong. It felt right. As you spun her around, her back now to your front. You leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, for being such a coward."

Wanda leaned back into you, her hands resting on your chest. "You're not a coward," she murmured. "You're just scared."

You pulled her closer, her back pressing against you. "I don't want to be scared anymore," you confessed. "I want to be with you." She ran her hands up your neck, carding through your hair and raking her nails on your scalp. The feeling sent goosebumps across your body.

Wanda leaned her head back against your shoulder, looking up at you. "Then let's not be," she whispered, and you felt the final piece of your wall crumble. The bar's lights flickered and danced in her eyes, casting an otherworldly glow. You bent down and kissed her again, the music swelling around you like a crescendo. It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words, of the fears you had both been holding onto.

You both continued swaying to the music, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The bar patrons around you melted away, leaving only the pulsing beat and the sound of each other's breaths. Wanda's hand snaked around your neck, her touch sending a warm jolt through your body, and you tightened your hold around her waist. You felt alive, more alive than you had in a long time. She turned around in your grasp, pressing herself up against you.

The music changed, the tempo slowing down, and you two matched it, moving in a sensual rhythm that had your heart racing. Wanda's eyes searched yours, and you knew she could see the conflict within you, the fear and hope battling it out. But she didn't push, she didn't ask for more than you could give. She just danced with you, her body a silent reassurance that you weren't alone.

The night grew later, the crowd thinner, and you found yourselves leaning against the bar, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Her laughter was music to your ears, and the way she leaned into you made your heart swell with something you hadn't allowed yourself to feel in a long time—happiness.

"Want to get out of here?" Wanda's question was barely audible over the music, but you heard the hope in her voice.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Yeah," you said, taking a step back to let her lead the way. As you followed her through the crowded bar, you couldn't help but feel like you were being reborn. The night air was cool against your skin as you stepped outside, and you took a deep breath, feeling it fill your lungs with a newfound sense of freedom.

"I guess I'll see you at home?" you asked, knowing you both brought your own cars. Wanda nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, unless you want to come over?" The question hung in the air, filled with a tentative hope that had your heart skipping a beat.

"Sure," you laughed. "I'll be over once I change out of this," you motioned towards your work attire, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Actually," she started, biting her lip as she pulled you into her with your disheveled tie. "I was hoping I could help with that..." The look in her eyes was hopeful, tinged with lust. "Unless you want to wait, that is."

You felt your heart thud in your chest, the warmth of her body making your head swim with desire. "No," you murmured, your voice thick with want. "I don't want to wait. I think we've done enough of that.”

[chaoslibra]

♪ ༘⋆ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ — t.todoroki smau

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♪ ༘⋆ character aesthetics - the boys

⋆ touya todoroki

⋆ okay so i have yapped about touya's aesthetic a lot already, but i am never done yapping about this man. ever.

�� dty touya specifically is very high school teenage dirtbag but evolved (he has two compression shirts now next to his bajillion old band shirts)

⋆ baggy shirts, even baggier pants; HOWEVER his slutty ass would totally wear like slightly cropped, tighter shirts during shows and have the tiniest, sluttiest amount of stomach showing

⋆ thick ass jackets, especially when he is on his bike

⋆ other than that basically never covers his arms though, tattoos are always on full display

⋆ is unfairly good at doing eyeliner, he smudges it on purpose, but he gets it straight and sharp on the first try. hair is always black (not one white root in sight) and always messy but in that pretty boy way

⋆ paints his nails which for some reason he also is flawless at, they're always black but sometimes lets himiko put stickers on his pinky

⋆ more on touya: here and here

⋆ tomura shigaraki

⋆ similar-ish vibes to touya, but he religiously wears hoodies and sweaters

⋆ you cannot convince me that he wouldn't pull up in the summer with a fucking hoodie over his head

⋆ i kind of also like the idea that y/n modelled her wearing so many layers after seeing it from him as a kid and it stuck around till now

⋆ does not fw accessories at all, especially around the neck. he doesn't like feeling that there's anything hanging off of it and his skin's too sensitive for most jewelry anyhow

⋆ for that same reason he is also not huge on make up, but does some for shows sometimes

⋆ speaking of, zip up hoodies are his best friend during shows, though he takes em off halfway through most of the time

⋆ on stream he's donning hoodies and sweats, one time while y/n was over he accidentally put on her hello kitty pajama pants (he was tired from a show in his defense) and his chat went wild -> they still make fun of him for it to this day

⋆ shuichi iguchi

⋆ spinner is a bit less of an aesthetic than the other two, he cannot be assed to think about what to wear (he has three adults to parent), so it's mostly just whatever is in his hands first in the mornings

⋆ his closet consists of mainly washed out band shirts and washed out baggy jeans, colors include and are mostly limited to blacks, greys and browns

⋆ does not have any special show outfits (though toga has tried getting him to buy new stuff)

⋆ also not the biggest on jewelry, the only thing he has is tomura's first ever guitar pick on a necklace that he tucks under his shirt, he's had it there since tomura stopped playing with it (in turn his first ever drum stick is hanging on display next to tomura's guitars on his wall)

⋆ the only colorful item in his closet is actually a red sweater he wore under his favorite band shirt for lov's first ever gig and he is very emotionally attached to it to this day

⋆ also not at all a make up guy, lets toga do his eyeshadow on rare occasions

⋆ keigo takami

⋆ i feel like keigo is the type of guy who just looks effortlessly good no matter what he wears

⋆ due to the nature of his job he mainly wears plain black shirts and pants (especially since he basically works 7 days a week)

⋆ dresses up whenever he doesn't work, so whenever he goes out with friends or his partner

⋆ no jewelry, just one expensive watch that was passed down to him and the promise ring that matches with the one his partner has

⋆ he's also the type of guy to roll up the sleeves of any dressier shirt he wears

⋆ not huge on outerwear, but he owns one jacket, that he loves. he doesn't know why, but if it's cold out he will not wear any other jacket

[the girls aesthetics]

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[lokorum]

Your art so surreal, did you take inspiration from African masks it’s amazing. You have probably gotten this question before but what’s your process and how do plan these beautiful pieces out. I am a beginner artist and would like some advice on how start doing digital painting.

thank you for bringing me back from the dead with your kindness, (i was so sad today ughhhh i think watching vampire diaries starting to affect me hjkhjk), i really, really deeply thankful that you spend your time to write something so sweet (also sorry it took me literally ages to reply phphp THE USUAL)

yeah, in buryatia shamanism like the big thing, so when i went to search what's out there in the masks department - google's mess of the results for once was helpful and showed this massive collection of beautiful african masks. the one that was inspo for tiisha lived in my head rent free for weeks before the character was even born phphph now i cant even imagine her without it 

(here is little tiisha for you before i'll proceed to be not helpfull phphphph)

oof advices are not my strong side , like..........my process mostly is just sleep through the whole thing i guess..........................i very rarely do sketches, i hate study anatomy and perspective, drawing cubes makes me physically sick etc etc my approach to drawing were "fuck around and find out", always about chill and fun and barely ever about learning. imho thats why im so shitty at drawing simple things but not bad at coloring. so yeah, my biggest advice always and forever will be - be gentle to yourself, please

digital or traditional or whatever else is out there, dont forget you make it for yourself and for yourself only okay? it supposed to be fun, not sad tiring and competitive 

advices for digital specifically tho - very objective, apply with caution

learn all the keyboard shortcuts, ideally to press them without thinking 

explore more instruments than just brush. it will be tedious and sometimes feel like a chore so mb pick one victim once a month and browse youtube for a stuff like SECRET ULTIMATE TIPS ABOUT MAGIC WAND TOOL THAT WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE (they indeed will save your life) 

check if your drawing program has artboards - turning it on will give you more freedom over canvas positioning  and your refs will always be there and not in the separate window 

idk about others but using auto tone, auto contrast and auto color often gives me well needed perspective on what im doing 

in 99% cases be sure that you can reanimate even the most messiest artpiece you ever did. working in digital gives you the chance to mess with shapes, colors and perspective at any time so if you dont want to gave up on something - you absolutely didnt have to

from time to time while you are still learning - go out there in the wilds and search for the new brushes. tweak with them if you want. i have like ~500 and i use 6 max, but those 6 i found by at some point trying to draw with all of the 500

MADE. BACK UPS. and i mean not like save layers just in case before merging them (tho that's too will help) no, i mean click SAVE AS once an hour and create A NEW FILE. PLEASE. i lost so much stuff to sudden power outage. its never pretty and you loosing will to work for days

watch at least one tutorial about the whole rgb srgb and cmyk thing - i did, understood not a thing, but at least im not playing dora the explorer with my colors after the export now 

uh idk think thats it? tried to think about those that id hope i knew when i started so hopefully something will help 

have fun with your drawings!! 

[misojunnie]

can i request this?

https://www.tumblr.com/misojunnie/728375539407159296/i-find-the-vampire-and-werewolf-rivalry-dynamic

but instead of vampires it's witch/warlock/wizard please?

☆ &team as your werewolf bf! w/ a witch (or warlock) partner :)

ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ʚϊɞ.

byun eui joo - ej

is very unserious about you being a witch

when you finally confessed his first question was to ask if you could cast a spell on him that gave him super strength

he's so easy going n sweet :( got very quickly acclimated to the magical door slamming, floating pots and pans, etc

"honey, next time you summon a goetic demon, can you please make sure he's gone by dinnertime?"

murata fuma - fuma

quite surprised you were a witch; probably made an awful pun to cover up his shock

will easily lay his life down to protect you from the people who are prejudiced against you, even if its a fellow werewolf

you love your man <3 someone tried to jump him once and you cursed them for all of eternity

"can you do the dishes tonight? and please don't bring them to life on accident again."

koga yudai- k

tried to scare you away with garlic when he found out, and you had to tell him that only works on vampires

despite his initial shock, he quickly got accustomed to your habits

read the entire wikipedia page on witches so he'd be "well informed of all your needs"

makes an awful witch themed pun at least once a week, ex: "witch, please."

wang yixiang- nicholas

found out you were a witch like a week before you broke the news

^ secretly peeked into your bedroom one time and saw you curling your hair with a levitating curling iron, but decided to say nothing until you were ready

hates it when you put spells on him, eg; "I'm leaving, and if you even try to immobilize me, y/n, I swear to god-"

has asked you to curse ta-ki more than once or twice

nakakita yuma - yuma

he thinks it's hot

asks you to put spells on him so he can walk on the ceiling, which you continually tell him don't exist

tried to prank you once and you used magic to throw him through six layers of drywall on instinct

safe to say he hasn't tried to prank you since

asakura jo - jo

didn't even believe you at first, his first reply was "oh, really? then where's your big hat?"

it took you a week to convince him that it wasn't a prank, and he only believed you after you sent him through space and time

always takes care of you after you exhaust yourself from casting too many spells

found out you were ironically terrified of the conjuring and still makes fun of you for it

shigeta harua - harua

was shocked at first, but quickly came around when he realized how wonderful your magic could be

always wants to hear witch lore and all the stories about your covens and history

was suspicious you put a love spell on him but eventually realized that he just loves you a lot. damn.

hates when you make him clean because he knows you could easily do it with magic

ta-ki

poor baby went into actual shock when you told him you were a witch, but he had no complaints

genuinely had no idea that witches existed

"wait, so do you have warts and stuff? no judgement."

is still amazed every time you do a spell, even years later

hirota riki - maki

his only knowledge of witches comes from playing minecraft

"so wait, you don't live in a hut? not even a swamp?"

when he gets too hyper you cast a spell on him that glues him to the wall or something (comes in handy when you need to study)

asks you to summon demons just to do his homework

ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ʚϊɞ.

a/n: sorry for this super late reply! I have very little knowledge of witches so I hope I did this request justice ;-; this was sooo fun

[loverofpiggies]

IT’S POWER, EVERYONE!!!

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If you want to see how I made this piece, check out the extended stuff below!

Okay, the story behind this piece is nuts, but. I’ve known I’ve needed to work on improving my art for a while, so as you can tell from all the newest pieces, I’ve been trying to push myself. It started like this:

This was actually the fourth sketch I made. I knew I wanted Power to be looking down at us (you know, what she does with everyone), and I wanted to have her swinging a blood scythe in one way or another. I set up composition lines, but the more I looked at the sketch, the more frustrated I got. I finally just had to accept my anatomy and my 3d understanding of the body is very much lacking, and If I wanted to improve I had to work on something.

I watched a bunch of tutorial videos, and decided to try out the 3D model in Clip Studio paint. It didn’t take too long to learn how to manipulate the model, and I came up with this:

From here, I decided to do my quick sketch with Power

While I was experimenting with Clip studio’s art stuff, I decided to try playing around with their new “Shade Assist”. I figured it could give me some more ideas to make my shadows feel more ‘real’ or have me look at my art in a different way. Once I finished the lineart, got the color in there, and drew in Meowy, this is what I tried.

I really loved how the ‘evening’ mode of shade assist looked, even after playing around with my own colors, but I liked how it gave her a slightly more ‘yellow’ tone, and how the shadows were actually just lavender and light pink. So I took those colors, and worked on the shadows.

From there, I made the background layer. I used one of the Clip Studio gradient pre-sets, the ‘evening’ one, and painted a texture on top of it to have it match more with the textured painting style I went with. I added blood splatters, and ‘rectangles’ in the background, just to have more things visually going on.

On top of all of that, I added another layer on top of Power herself, with a very slight tone color of the gradient behind her, to make her and the background feel like they’re supposed to be together. And that’s it!!

I’m really happy with this so I wanted to explain my process. Looking around at tutorials on youtube, talking to artist friends who- tbh, are WAY more knowledgeable then me, helped a ton. And using the 3d model helped visualize the body, and different angles, WAY better then anything else I could find.

So uhhh thank you, and enjoy!

[queenshelby]

An Illicit Affair

Part 18: ALMOST CAUGHT

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

"Fuck, what am I going to do?" you asked as you hurriedly fastened your bra before reaching for your jeans. "Hide in the closet?" you sighed, panic rising in your chest.

"Bad idea," Cillian said, his voice low and urgent. "Max isn't going to leave quickly, so you would be there for a while," he pointed out, his eyes darting nervously.

"So what do we do?" you asked desperately,, throwing on your t-shirt just as Max knocked on the door again.

"I'll tell him that you came here to check on me, because of the cut," Cillian decided, stepping toward the door. "Let's play it cool," he said, straightening up his hair. 

"Uh-huh," you agreed nervously, feeling a knot forming in your stomach as Cillian opened the door and you followed behind him.

"Hey, Max," he greeted casually, maintaining a steady gaze before giving his son a hug.

"Hey, Dad," Max responded, his brow furrowing curiously. "How are you feeling?" he asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes when he spotted you standing in the living-room. 

Your face was flushed and you bit your lower lip nervously, trying to appear casual under his scrutinizing gaze.

"Hey, Max," you tried to greet him casually, forcing a smile as you saw him take notice of you.

"Y/N?" Max said with surprise. "Why are you here?" he asked, his eyes darting between you and his dad. "Is everything okay?" he questioned, concern etching his features.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," Cillian assured him nonchalantly, casting a sideways glance at you. "I just needed someone to redo the dressing and it's bloody awkward stepping into the ER with all that is going on, so I called Y/N to see if anyone was on call at the nearby medical centers and Y/N kindly offered to come here and do it for me," he explained, gesturing at his bandaged head.

"I stupidly spilled some stuff on the other bandage," Cillian then lied, explaining himself a little more than he had to, but since he was such a good actor, his son Max may have bought it nonetheless. 

"That's right," you simply stammered nervously, trying to brush the tension aside with your fake laughter. 

"I see," Max said skeptically, studying your faces intently. "Okay, then," he said dismissively, turning his back and heading towards the kitchen.

"Want something to drink?" he asked politely, peering at you over his shoulder. "You should stay for dinner, because I brought enough food for three," Max then suggested generously after a few seconds.

"Thanks, I appreciate it, but I really should go back home. I have to be at work early tomorrow," you told Max before collecting your bag and cardigan from the kitchen counter.

"Thanks again for coming Y/N," Cillian added, flashing you a grateful smile.

"No problem," you assured them, waving goodbye as you stepped into the apartment building's hallway. "See you guys soon," you then promised, turning around to shut the door behind you.

As you walked home, the wind rustled through the trees overhead, creating a comforting melody, but you found yourself lost in thought. This encounter had left you shaken, and the reality of it all was starting to sink in. What had begun as innocent flirtation had quickly morphed into something far more complicated. You were in love with a man who was not only married and twice your age, but also your ex's father. 

Yet the attraction between you and Cillian was magnetic, and you knew you were hooked. It was a dangerous game you'd chosen to play, but you were willing to risk it all to experience this exhilarating love.

Back at your apartment, you lay awake in bed, replaying the events of the evening in your mind. Max's unexpected arrival had thrown you both into a panic, adding a new layer of complexity to your relationship. You wondered whether he had sensed the chemistry between you and Cillian. Had he seen the spark in your eyes for his father?

Had he noticed the nervous energy that crackled between you? Or perhaps it was nothing more than a fleeting intuition born out of uncertainty—a mere gut feeling. Whatever the case, the question loomed in your mind, haunting you as you lay awake, tossing and turning.

Meanwhile, at Cillian's apartment, Max and his father shared some late night food while talking about the events which transpired the evening before. 

"You and mum really need therapy, dad," Max stated bluntly, staring at his plate rather than his father.

"Maybe," Cillian mumbled absentmindedly, distracted by the memory of you wrapped in his arms earlier.

"Or maybe she needs to get checked out by a professional," Max continued thoughtfully, peering at his now empty plate.

"Could be," Cillian agreed, pushing his plate away and getting up from the table.

"Okay, then please help her for god's sake," Max told his father. He rolled his eyes, seeing how detached his father was acting lately when it came to his marriage. "I mean, is it true though? Because, if it is, then you need to stop it dad. Just stop it," Max said suddenly, raising his gaze to meet his father's with desperation. 

"Is what true?" Cillian asked cautiously, a frown marring his brow. The atmosphere in the room thickened, heavy with unspoken words.

"The whole thing about you cheating on her," Max revealed, his voice cracking slightly. "I mean, does it hold any truth?" he asked warily, watching his father closely.

"No, it's absurd," Cillian dismissed swiftly, shooting Max a sharp glance. "But even if it was true, this is between your mum and I and has nothing to do with you. We are your parents nonetheless and love you very much. We always will," he asserted firmly, wishing he could brush off the guilt that seeped into his conscience.

"That might be true, but it is affecting me too, you know," Max argued defensively, feeling torn between loyalty to his mother and his concerns for his father.

"How exactly?" Cillian pressed, keen to understand his son's perspective.

"She keeps bringing it up," Max explained, swallowing hard. "And to be honest, you seem rather strange lately," he admitted, peering directly at his father. "So, I don't blame her for suspecting things," Max confessed quietly, lifting his gaze to lock eyes with Cillian. "It seems odd that she wouldn't bring it up if it wasn't real, you know," Max voiced aloud, feeling uneasy about the situation.

Cillian hesitated, unsure how to respond. "Well, I assure you, there's nothing to worry about," he reassured Max, his eyes darting nervously.

"You are unhappy, and mum is unhappy too," Max pointed out, watching his father carefully. "So, just go to therapy with her, and fix it," he then told his father who knew where this was going. "I am just sick of you guys arguing and her being like this all the time," Max then declared, running his hand through his dark hair and shaking his head.

"Seriously," he emphasized, "I am tired of it," he confessed, his voice softening.

Cillian sat silently, contemplating his son's words. He couldn't deny that his marriage was troubled, and it weighed heavily on his shoulders. "Look, I promise to do my best to improve our situation," he assured Max, hoping to alleviate his fears. "And we'll try to figure things out," he added, extending his hand to offer comfort. "But, there comes a point where, what is broken, cannot be fixed and you might need to accept this," he admitted, his voice quivering slightly. 

"What makes you say that?" Max asked, his voice wavering with emotion.

"Well, Max, sometimes, people drift apart and lose touch with each other; the connection disappears," Cillian replied. "We've been having problems for quite some time now," he confessed, averting his gaze. "But, like I said, this shouldn't affect you and I am sorry if it has," he apologized sincerely, squeezing Max's shoulder affectionately just before Max excused himself to visit the bathroom.

The situation had become too confronting for him and Max needed to retreat for a moment to gather his thoughts.

When Max walked down the shallow hallway however, he noticed something strange. 

There was a faint smell lingering in the air, coming from his father's bedroom, the door of which stood open slightly. It was a smell that reminded him of you, your perfume mixed with a trace of the distinct scent of your exertion during sex .

Not thinking much about it however, he pushed the thought from his mind and headed to the bathroom, sighing deeply as he closed the door behind him.

There was something odd about the way his father had been acting lately, but he couldn't place his finger on it. He just hoped that whatever was going on, it had nothing to do with his mother whom he knew was struggling of late. 

To be continued...

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[heartz4shauna]

shaunanat headcanons? 😋

warnings: erm none. all pre-crash headcanons i guess but it doesn’t make a difference

hello! so so sorry this took me so long to do i didn’t want to. anyway hope this is okay !! i wrote this whilst watching titanic in the corner of my screen so. heavily influenced probably

shauna who writes little love letters and poems for natalie when she has a free period.

natalie who, despite saying she doesn’t like that cheesy stuff, keeps the notes shauna gives her under her bed in a shoebox.

shauna who loves listening to nirvana. not because she likes the music, no no. but because she gets to see natalie bop her head to the beat and pretend to play guitar.

natalie who always asks shauna how she gets her hair so shiny. as natalie bleached her hair, she thinks her hair is fried and scratchy, whilst shauna has virgin hair and would never think about doing anything to it. shauna doesn’t mind natalie’s “fried” and “scratchy” hair. in fact, she loves playing with it, mainly because she thinks natalie’s hum of contentment is endearing.

shauna who loves sci-fi movies, especially ones like back to the future. she always drags natalie over to her house, “trust me. there’s this new one out, i’ve heard it’s really good.”

natalie who used to think science fiction was for nerds. once she got to watching a few, she actually began to like them and even bought some on vhs to watch at home. she prefers thrillers overall though.

shauna who doesn’t wear a whole lot of jewellery, she trusts a solid pair of earrings to hold her outfit together, maybe a dainty necklace if she’s feeling it. she loves to buy jewellery for nat, though.

natalie who has a huge collection of rings, earrings, necklaces, the things alike. she loves chunky necklaces and layering them, too. almost every special occasion, she’s gifted a new pair of earrings or ring from shauna. cheap ones, of course, but she loves them nonetheless.

shauna who is willing to get into a fist fight with any fucker who tries to talk shit about her or natalie.

natalie who reassures shauna that it’s not a big deal, she’s used to it. shauna can’t stand it though.

shauna who traces soft circles over natalie’s skin whilst she’s sleeping. she likes to watch over natalie as she sleeps, knowing that she’s safe next to her.

natalie who often pretends to be asleep, just so she can feel that soft, caring touch. she mostly pretends to sleep normally after a long day of practice; shauna’s soft hands such a great change from the roughness of the field.

shauna who is always the one to host their sleepovers, especially when things aren’t great at natalie’s. she sets up a blanket on the couch, popcorn and a movie for when natalie shows up at her door looking a little bit gloomy, pillow in hand.

natalie who feels guilty looking to stay at shauna’s almost every other night. she feels like she takes up too much room and doesn’t help out enough. truth is, shauna could never be happier, knowing that the girl she loves the most, finds comfort in her.

shauna who is not a morning person. she usually wakes up early, though. she’s always super groggy until it hits around 11am. she prefers the quiet and stillness of the night. once everyone has gone to bed and it’s just her and her blondie.

natalie who couldn’t agree more. she hates the busyness of the morning, the chaos of getting ready. she normally wakes up about 15 minutes before school starts, but she’s rarely tardy. she prefers the late night drives to the gas station, for whatever it may be, the loudness of tens of people talking at a party, she prefers that over arguing any day.

shauna who prefers dogs over cats. frankly because she thinks dogs are kinder than cats, more friendly and less stuck up.

natalie who prefers cats. she likes the poise and elegance of cats. the smoothness of the way they move and how little they shed.

shauna who collects vinyls.

natalie who collects cds.

shauna who prefers tea.

natalie who prefers coffee.

shauna who prefers going to a pool. she hates the feel of sand and prefers the closed-offness and privacy of a pool. she likes reading by the pool, without a bunch of kids kicking up sand as they run past her.

natalie who prefers going to the beach. she loves the patterns of seashells and skipping them into the water. she prefers the open-ness of the beach. she says, if she could, she would swim to the other side of the world.

shaunanat who are my babygirls and should have no bad things happen to them ever!!!

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lustful Wedding

Inspired by @cakerybakery Fake Dating/Sex Pollen

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No one goes to a wedding without a date. Not unless you're a child, someone desperate to find a hookup, or just a pathetic loser who can't get a date.

And Lucifer didn't want to be that loser. It was sad that he had no one to go with to Ozzie and Fizz's wedding but he didn't want to go alone.

But that's when he got the brainwave to ask Adam. Worst he can say is no.

Adam: A wedding?

Lucifer: Yeah, Ozzie the Sin of Lust is getting married and I was wondering if you would be my date.

Adam blinked and flushed a litte: Like a real date?

Lucifer: W-what? No, more like a fake date. Just so I'm not there alone.

Adam thought for a moment: What do I get out of this?

Lucifer brightened: As much of the wedding food as you can eat and a full 24 hours of not being in the hotel. You just have to be nice.

Adam: Sold.

That was easy, Lucifer thought he'd want more. But then again Adam had always been a simple man.

So they came up with the story of how they "got together". They would tell people, when asked that they started dating after having a romantic lunch together in Lucifer's garden.

Adam said that sounded very fucking gay and Lucifer argued that it didn't matter because it didn't happen.

The day of the wedding came, Lucifer and Adam were dressed up in nice suits. Adam could appreciate the colors of Lust, everything down here seemed amazing. And the dick ice sculpture was a nice touch in his opinion.

For being the Sin of Lust, Ozzie and Fizz's vows were beautiful, heartfelt, and full of love. With some raunchy lustful intentions thrown in of course.

At the reception, everyone was curious as to who the King of Hells new boyfriend was, so they quickly told them their story and people bought it like they do Ozzie's dildos.

Adam enjoyed all the food, he also played with some of it since a lot was dick and mouth shaped.

Adam: This is actually a great fucking wedding.

Lucifer: Yeah, I'm happy for Ozzie.

He did notice however, that some people were leaving early. Which was odd you'd think they would stay to the end.

Ozzie grabbed a microphone: Thank you all for coming to our wedding. Now comes the best and most thrilling part of a lust fueled wedding. The sex pollen induced orgy!

Adam nearly choked on his champagne: What!?

Lucifer: Oh no.....

Adam: Why didn't you tell me!?

Lucifer: I didn't know!

Sex Pollen can last for hours.

The golden powder was released into the air and floated down to all the party goers.

Adam: Run?

Lucifer: Run.

They ran for the door and tried to get out as fast as they could, only to end up getting covered in a thin layer of the pollen.

The warming feeling that crawled under their skin making them hot, blood flowed to their dicks making them in need of a release as they strained in their pants.

Adam: Fuuuuck

Lucifer frantically looked around and pulled Adam into a nearby supply closet, they weren't doing this in the damn hallway.

Overcome with lust, Adam and Lucifer locked eyes and knew what they had to do. Lucifer pulled Adam down into a kiss of tongue and teeth as they frantically ripped and shoved each other's clothes off and out of the way.

They moaned, their skin too hot and they need to feel better but kissing just wasn't enough.

Adam didn't know when he lost his pants, he didn't give a shit, his hands braced the wall as Lucifer fingered him open with his own spit.

Adam: Ahhh! Fuck! Get on with it!!

He has never been this fucking horny and needy in his entire fucking life. And to think they only got a little of that stuff on them.

Lucifer spit on his hand to slick his dick up, he needs this so fuckong badly it's going on 8 years since he's had sex.

He gripped Adam's hips firmly and plunged into him, fuck that felt a little better being in his tight warm heat. He didn't give him much time to adjust, the need to move was too great.

Adam: Ahh! Fucking fuck me!! ~

Lucifer: Shit!

He did what felt good and right, moving so fast and hard Lucifer couldn't dwell on how he was even moving like that.

Lucifer: Sooo, fucking good!!~

Adam: Ahhh!! YES!! FUCK YES!! OH FUCK!!~

Adam was screaming his throat raw but he didn't care, he needed that release, that orgasm and he was so close.

Lucifer was so close too and when they came it was a powerful one that made them weak in the knees. They sunk down to the floor together, but the need was still there and they were still hard.

So this time Adam had Lucifer lay down and he rode him like his fucking life depended on it.

Three hours and multiple orgasms later, they were finally spent and laying on the floor of the closet covered in sweat, jizz, and panting breathlessly.

Adam: Holy shit......

Lucifer: Yeah......

They didn't know how long they stayed there like that, but one thing was for certain.

They were SO raiding the buffet after this.

[nonsensical-pixels]

STRANGERVILLE: A COLLECTION OF CLOTHING ITEMS FROM THE SIMS 4 PACK, CONVERTED TO THE SIMS 2 + BONUS [download - 🌵]

welcome to the nonsensical-pixels blog: inconsistent previews since est. 2022!

have you ever gotten frustrated by the lack of desert-appropriate clothing out there? maybe you just want your sims to wear anything other than long knitted cardigans in hot weather. or hey, maybe you just like the vibes that come with the strangerville game pack and want them for ts2. well look no further, my strangerville collection is here!

started working on this set at the start of the month, while i was still playing strangertown (rip) but left it to cool for awhile while i went off to play some other custom 'hoods. well, until i started playing natosi by @oceansmotion recently and was in desperate need of more desert clothing, so i decided to resurrect this old project!

there are 6 clothing items included: 2 for adult females, 2 for adult males, and 2 for unisex kids! 🥳 age conversions are welcome!

i know that the original ts4 game pack isn't everyone's cup of tea--personally, it was my favourite--but the clothing sure looks great for ts2! again... at least in my opinion. i hope your desert-dwelling sims enjoy these new cas items--and the 'lil bonus i included!

credits go to ea/maxis for the original meshes & textures 💝

keep reading for more info, rambles, and preview pics + the bonus download i mentioned!

MAIN DOWNLOAD: All 6 CAS Items!

click on the name for an individual preview!

ITEMS INCLUDED ARE: 1 - GP07 Denim Shearling (2762 polys, ym-am only, 9 swatches) 2 - GP07 Dress Crop Top (5101 polys, yf-af only, 9 swatches) 3 - GP07 Dress Layered (4847 polys, yf-af only, 12 swatches) 4 - GP07 Jacket Denim (2908 polys, cu only, 10 swatches) 5 - GP07 Shirt Long (4116 polys, cu only, 11 swatches) 6 - GP07 Shirt Western (2489 polys, ym-am only, 9 swatches) note: Dress Crop Top may have some mild bone issues around the sleeves, i tried my best 😔

*individual previews & swatches can also be found in the download!

THINGS TO NOTE: - The 'Dress Crop Top' is paired with the BG 'Shoes Ankle Pixie', converted by me - The 'Dress Layered' is paired with the GP07 'Boots High Western', converted by me - The 'Shirt Long' is paired with the GP01 'Boots Hiking', converted by me yeah, there's a lot of stuff converted by me

BONUS DOWNLOAD: AI-Generated Desert Photo Backdrops! [download - 🏜]

oh, and because i struggled a lot finding a good backdrop for my previews... have a bonus download! i cloned & edited one of honeywell's easy peasy backdrops to remove the props, and changed up the uv map slightly. then i made random sims 4 themed desert recolors using night cafe! there are 4 swatches in total.

credits go to honeywell for the original mesh & night cafe for the backdrop swatches!

i hope everyone enjoys the items in this download! i worked really hard on them and i can't wait to use them more in my own game! i'm also really proud of my new preview lot haha, i love my new backdrops 📷

part 2 of this will come... whenever i feel like it lol. not too excited by the other items in this set.

if you read this far, happy simming, lmk if there are any issues, and please do remember,

with love,

~ Ky (nonsensical-pixels)