#i was coloring in the background and halfway through i was like

[helielune]

lineart

filterless under the cut

[tsukasageorge]

ranked pretty much all of my finished art on my computer and a couple sketches. can you tell i like hunter x hunter

[creepyjirachi]

the eternal struggle of wanting to watch an iceberg explained video but the host has the most surface level, barely researched commentary imaginable

[almondamaretto]

omg hihi i love how u write sooo i wanted to ask if u could write where the reader tries getting matt jealous by flirting w chris (?? optional it could be anyone else) and he eventually gets jealous and that turns into a smut 😛😛 if that even makes sense 😭 PLSPLS thank you

Attention

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: y/n gets matt’s attention by flirting with chris

Warnings: weed, smut.

IM BACK (maybe) SO EXPECT MORE SHIT (hopefully) I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I WILL BE MORE ACTIVE I PROMISE (i don’t)

like halfway proof read

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Wind blew through her hair as she sped down the highway, one hand loosely holding the colorful steering wheel, the other holding a joint up to her pink, glossy lips. 

The glowing warmth of the orange sun hid behind the tall trees, golden rays painting her face as she sped down the street. 

Sza's "Julia" was blasting through her speakers as she pulled up to the triplet's house, music cutting off abruptly as she cut the ignition and exited the black jeep. 

She sucked in a final hit of her joint, snuffing out the half-smoked spliff against her car and tucking it behind her ear. 

With a final tug on her black miniskirt and one last readjustment of the straps of her thong, she strutted her way up to their front door, not bothering to knock. 

climbing up the stairs, the sight of Chris sitting on the couch, legs spread wide welcomed her. Matt was sitting a few feet to his right, scrolling on his phone. Everyone else was scattered around their living room, holding separate conversations as music played lowly in the background. 

"Ayy, y/n! c'mere" a very blasted Chris exclaimed, patting the plush material of the cream couch next to him. 

Matt's head shot up at the mention of her name, eyes fixating on her scantily dressed figure as she sat right next to Chris, leaving barely any space between the two of them. His brow quirked. 

"Hey Matt!" she said, looking at him up and down. His jeans sat low on his hips, his muscle tee riding up just enough to show off the band of his Calvin Klein boxers. 

He held up a peace sign, a silver ring wrapped around his pointer and pinky finger--he shot her a flirty smirk. 

She blinked at him slowly, expecting more of a greeting. 

Rolling her eyes, she brought her knees up on the couch, resting them against Chris and looking into his eyes. 

He started to ramble, sativa taking control of his senses. 

"Y'know we were all waiting for you to get here. Matt especially. He kept asking if his outfit was good enough--and his hair, he messed with his hair way too fucking much." 

Chris grabbed a small strand of her silky hair, toying with it absentmindedly as he spoke with a raspy voice, close enough for his warm breath to raise the hairs on her neck. 

"Yeah? Well he doesn't seem to be interested now." She giggled, brushing a lock of his hair out of his face. 

"Well, that's ‘cause he wants to seem all tough. Don't tell him I told you but he's just a big pussy." He said in a hushed tone, pulling a smile from her lips. 

Y/n couldn't deny Chris' charming and dorky personality--if she were anyone else, she was sure she would be chasing after him rather than sitting on his couch leading him on. 

Matt, however, could have her chasing for miles. Everything he did seemed so intentional and suave; he was always calm and collected--he felt like a refreshing soda after a day at the beach. 

Suddenly, Chris focused on the joint sitting behind her ear. 

He stopped tugging on her hair to slither his hand behind her neck, fingers brushing her skin and creating goosebumps. He grabbed the rolled paper between two fingers, looking at it with heavy eyes and a smile. 

"Thank you, weed gods" He cheered, searching for a lighter. 

Y/n reached into her bra, pulling out a bedazzled lighter. Chris placed the lipstick-stained paper in between his lips, gazing up at y/n with hot cheeks as she brought the lighter up to the end, igniting the paper. 

Matt watched the events unfold with a clenched jaw, losing the faint grasp on his buzz. 

Y/n breathed in a large puff, closing her eyes, and letting the burning in her throat subside. she turned and crawled over to matt, removing the joint from her flavored lips and handing it to matt. 

He took two deep hits, letting the intoxicating substance flow through his anticipating lungs and into his bloodstream. She sat on her knees and watched him intently as he visibly relaxed. 

Reaching up to grab the paper again, he grasped her wrist with a firm, yet gentle grip. They sat like that for a few beats before he stood up, dragging her with him. A large hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his side. 

He quickly passed the drug to Chris, who tried to conceal a knowing smirk, before pulling the teasing girl into his dimly lit room, shutting the door with their combined weight pressed against it. 

"Have fun!" Chris faintly yelled. 

The sunset lamp y/n bought for Matt projected an array of warm colors along the pair, the orange light kissing y/n's face, and ethereal and angelic aura surrounding her. 

The denim in matt's jeans became more restricting, he found himself itching to free himself from the confines of the blue material. 

She held eye contact with him, pouty lips parted slightly. 

No words were exchanged, but there was an understanding. Of their shared desire; their shared need. 

His slender fingers gripped the plush skin of her hip, tracing the black elastic band of her thong. His other hand traced up her side, barely caressing the skin and sending a tingling sensation to her spine. His hand caressed the side of her neck. 

Her fingers hooked into the two front loops of his light-wash jeans, searching for somewhere to place her earnest touch. 

“P Power” by Gunna echoed throughout the house, a nice touch from Chris, the designated aux. 

Both were breathing deeply, as if they had just finished a light jog. 

It happened in an instant--she squeezed her tan thighs together, his pinky finger dipped underneath the seam of her miniskirt, and their lips clashed together with feverish haste. 

They each fought for dominance like the push and pull of the ocean. Y/n wrapped her arms around Matt's craned neck as Matt pushed the two further into the door. 

Bringing his hand to the front of her neck, he squeezed the sides of her soft skin lightly--she gasped, tugging on the baby hair at the nape of matt's neck. 

He took control of the kiss with a low groan, applying more pressure to her neck, grinning into her lips as her head fell back. He took this opportunity to start working down her jawline and neck, biting small, aggravated marks into her silky skin. 

Their chests heaved, her hardened nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her shirt and against the rough material of his worn cotton shirt. 

"Oh, fuck." She said breathlessly as his teeth found the sensitive part of her neck, working a dark mark into the flesh. 

Once he was happy with his work, he pulled away from her touch completely, nearly pulling a needy whine from her throat. 

"Fuck, you're hot." He gaped, trailing his eyes up and down her flustered figure. Her hair was messy; eyes droopy, staring at him with need. A thin layer of sweat caused her skin to glow under the sultry lighting, her thighs pressed together and hands resting at her sides. 

A wave of confidence surged through her veins, a product of the drugs in her system. She pushed herself off the door, "you have such a way with words, Matthew," she breathed out, pressing her lips to his once again. 

He sat back on his bed, tilting his head up to meet hers as she climbed onto his lap, shaky legs straddling him.  

Her hands ran back and forth through his fluffy brown hair, pulling sporadically to rouse a reaction from him. 

His hands explored her thighs and hips, each time threatening to push her skirt farther up her skin. He gripped her hips once more, lifting her slightly to lay her down on the bed, lips never disconnecting. 

Wandering hands traced underneath the thin fabric of her blouse, caressing her chest and pinching her hardened nipples, kissing them through the sheer material. 

He continued his assault down her stomach, leaving a trail of wet, needy kisses. The tips of his fingers dipped under the top of her skirt, pulling them down slowly as he left closed-mouth kisses to her hips. 

Y/n’s thin excuse for a skirt was discarded somewhere on Matt's bedroom floor, along with his shirt. 

He hovered above her lower torso, ringed fingers toying with the thin black bands. Her manicured fingers shoved his forehead gently. "Don't be a tease, Matthew." 

He planted slow, teasing kisses to the fabric of her underwear, speaking with a smooth, deep voice in between each. 

"Such a hypocrite. How would you feel if I got with one of those girls out there, huh?" He finished his sentence by pressing one final kiss to her clothed clit, watching her shudder with a grin. 

"That's hardly what happened," she breathed out, sending a pointed look to him. "You know would never get with Chris. Just wanted your attention." 

He continued to kiss down her thighs whilst gently removing her soaked-through thong. 

"Hmm. And is all this for me?" He kissed her inner thigh, centimeters away from where she needed him the most. 

"Yes, god yes. Please Matt." 

"So sweet." He finally said and wrapped his arms around her stomach, pulling her legs over his shoulders. 

His mouth attached to her bundle of nerves, tracing small shapes with his tongue. His movements dragged a long whine from her lips, manicured nails reaching to grip his hair. 

He traced his tongue up and down her core, orchestrating her audacious sounds, needing more. 

He brought his middle and ring finger up, gathering her arousal and pushing his slender fingers into her warmth. The metal of his rings pressed against her skin sending chills over her skin. 

Her noises grew in frequency and amplitude, his other hand shooting up to her mouth to muffle the loudness while he repeatedly stroked her spongey walls. 

Matt could tell she was getting close, harshly sucking her clit while continuing to trace patterns with his tongue, fingers never losing their furious pace. 

Her moans grew louder and louder despite Matt's efforts to muffle them—though he didn’t really mind, anyone who was paying attention when they left already knew what was going on. 

He continued his ministrations even as her thighs threatened to close around his head and as her hips lifted off his silk cotton sheets with overstimulation. 

When the stimulation became too much, she pulled him away from her sensitive cunt. He was as equally out of breath as her, his eyes had become droopy like hers, and his boner pressed harshly against the denim of his jeans. 

He earnestly pressed his lips against hers again, kissing her harshly and sloppily, his hands quickly working on removing their remaining clothing. 

He quickly leaned over to his dresser and searched for a condom, y/n lifting herself to rest on her elbows, peppering his chest and neck with quick kisses. 

“You have all my attention now, doll.” He muttered quietly, almost to himself. 

He slowed down, rubbing his length up and down your cunt, gathering your wetness, watching as you practically drooled at the sight of him. 

“Is this what you want?” He used his other hand to caress your jaw sweetly. 

“More than anything, please Matt.” 

He slowly pressed his length into her, letting her fully adjust to her size before beginning to thrust, slow and gentle movements quickly becoming deep and harsh. 

His enthusiasm elicited loud moans from deep within her chest, hands looking for anywhere to anchor into, landing on his freckled back, leaving raised, stinging marks all over. 

In an instant she was flipped over, and her flushed face was pressed into a plush pillow. Matt continued to drill into her, quiet groans and curses falling from his lips every few seconds. 

“So fuckin’ loud. Want everyone to know what we’re doin’ in here? Huh? You want Chris to hear how good I’m fucking you?”  

She thought was strange thinking about Chris when his brother was fucking into her like this, but the thought didn’t maintain one Matt reached around to rub her clit, mind going completely blank other than thoughts of Matt. 

Once the familiar knot started to coil in her lower stomach, she reached back to grab Matt’s wrists for more stability, her legs starting to shake as her orgasm washed over her, tears beginning to soak his silk pillowcase. 

Strong hands gripped her hips harder as she clenched around him repeatedly, causing Matt to throw his head back in pleasure and let out a sharp breath. 

“Ah, shit. Fuck!” 

He fucked them both through their climaxes, slowing his staggering thrusts and finally pulling out of her pillowy walls. He threw his condom into his trash next to his bed, before leaning over and pressing sweet kisses to y/n’s back. 

“You did so good, sweetheart. So good for me.” he praised, running his hands up and down her sides and back. 

Once she regained her strength, she flipped herself over, heaving chest lifting up and down. Her shaky hands grabbed Matt’s arm and she pulled him down next to her, snuggling into his side. 

“I think you might’ve got a little jealous in there...” 

“Yeah, ya think?” 

[queenie-ofthe-void]

“Led Zeppelin? Never heard of them,” Steve lies, like a liar. Of course he’s heard of them, thinks maybe Hop’s mentioned them before. Doesn’t really know the band well, and probably definitely couldn’t name a song. But the comment serves its purpose, and the trap is set.

Eddie calls it the Zep Campaign. Every day they’ll listen to one album, and Steve will pick his favorite song from each. Eight days for eight albums. On the last day, they’ll narrow it down to one song to rule them all– because apparently even Led Zeppelin likes the Mordor books Dustin doesn’t shut up about. 

Each day, Steve struggles to pick a favorite. Day four isn’t bad– doesn’t mind a song that is actually called Rock and Roll, which is just a lazy title in his opinion– but they’re only half way through and the songs are all starting to sound the same. An endless stream of too-fast guitar melodies and weird, wobbly sounds he’s sure he’s never heard before. The vocals are his favorite part, but the lyrics are vague and confusing.

Long story short, he’s not a fan.

But this growing thing between him and this ridiculous metalhead is new, fragile. So if it’s important to Eddie, it’s important to Steve. 

“Stevie, we really don’t have to keep doing this,” Eddie concedes. It’s day eight, the final album, and he thinks even Eddie might be desperate to listen to something different. “You’ve listened to every other album and honestly this one is the worst. They were all on drugs, and this isn’t even their sound ya know? Like it’s not even real metal.”

And honestly, Steve does know. He’s been listening to this band for eight days and yeah, all the songs sound the same. But these ones are different. Softer. He’s made it this far, and he’s nothing if not persistent for the people he loves.

Sprawled out on the floor next to the boy he likes, passing a fading joint back and forth, he thinks he can suffer a bit longer. 

“No Eds come on, we’re halfway through anyways. Just flip it over and we’ll smoke while we finish.” Eddie huffs a sigh, but Steve can see the slight uptick of his lips, reminding him of why he’s doing this. He flips the record and crawls back, presses himself flush up against Steve’s side.

The next song is long, too long to keep his attention. They burn down their joint and Steve leans heavily onto Eddie’s open chest. He gets lost staring at the vinyl art. A guy dressed in a fancy white suit sits alone in a dive bar, the only splash of color against a dull background. The bartender looks gruff, like the rest of the bar, making the man stand out even more. He wonders if that’s how he looks posted up at the Hideout during Eddie’s shows. Wonders if he looks just as out of place in Eddie’s life as this man does, even though he looks comfortable there too. 

Eddie shifts his arms around Steve, bringing him back to the present. The song has changed and Steve feels the slow melody wash over him.

“Wait,” Steve cries out, flailing up and out of Eddie’s arms as he registers the new song. It’s soft with a steady beat. It’s got synth-- the sound Eddie told him he likes in pop music. This song isn’t loud and chaotic like the rest. The voice is soothing and the lyrics are mostly simple enough. It’s different, and he can’t believe it but–

All of my love, all of my love

all of my love to you, oh

“This one. I like this song. Like actually like it.”

Eddie sits up and stares at him. He can see the dramatic shock and annoyance on Eddie’s face. But it’s doing nothing to hide his broad smile and shining eyes. 

“Steven. Stevie. Baby, sweetheart, this absolutely cannot be your favorite Zeppelin song. Out of all the songs on all the albums and all the hours of poetic melodies I’ve forced upon you, you choose the most non-Zep Zeppelin song.” Steve laughs sweetly as he watches Eddie fail to keep the glee out of his supposedly annoyed voice.

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again

One voice is clear above the din

“This song isn’t even metall!" Eddie screeches. He rants and raves, waiving his arms as he regales Steve with all of the reasons he should absolutely not like this one particular song. He's shining with happiness, dial turned up to a hundred and it's all aimed at Steve. He can't help but to gaze back fondly, enraptured in the adorably obnoxious spectacle.

"It’s all synth, almost no guitar because Page didn’t even write this one! He wrote all of them except two songs, Stevie, and of course that’s the one you chose. No one who knows good music even likes this album. It’s not even metal music and honestly I almost didn’t show it to you, that’s how bad it is!” They're both giggling, leaning falling slowly into the other's space. Facing one another, their feet tangled together, Steve twists and pulls on Eddie's rings. Just to touch.

“Well, maybe that’s why I like it,” Steve snarks, taking his hand. “Plus it’s a love song.” Daring to reach out.

All of my love, all of my love, yes

All of my love to you

Eddie’s smile dims a bit, softens at the edges as he grows serious. “It’s not a love song Stevie, not like that.” He’s looking at Steve but he isn’t. Looking past him into the back of his thoughts. “The lead singer, he wrote it for his son. His kid died of some kind of bad illness while he was on tour. Didn’t make it back in time.”

He pauses, and Steve waits. Knows Eddie has more to say, hoping his patience will pay off. Eddie’s sight refocuses and he heaves a heavy sigh. His eyes glisten as they lock onto Steve.  

“My mom used to sing it all the time. While she was cooking, or putting me to bed, or pulling weeds in the garden. She’d sing it constantly. Hell, she didn’t even know all the words, but she’d still try and sing the interludes– ya know, the music between the lyrics.” He laughs lightly, a stray tear just barely hanging on. Steve tightens his grip around Eddie’s hands and presses a kiss to his knuckles. A silent sign of gentle support and encouragement. 

“Sounds like a love song to me,” Steve whispers. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his forehead and pulls Eddie into a tight hug. 

All of my love, all of my love, to you now

“A love song just for you, from both of us.”

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I've always headcanoned that Eddie loves Led Zeppelin, because he plays guitar and loves metal and reads Lord of the Rings so of course he would.

[loverofpiggies]

You posted two new parts?!

How can you post like every day?!

Impressive o o✨

Hey! I got a couple things workin for me that makes it possible at this time. Mostly, when I started working on the comic it was part of a slow period for my work. I'm a full time convention artist, and sometimes that means I can have like a month without travel, and sometimes it means I'm working nonstop for three weeks.

Another thing, is I'm a very fast artist, I don't erase much, and all my comics are done in pencil:

Pages take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hourish to draw, and since I don't have to ink them and just adjust them in my art program, that saves a LOT of time.

Here's another example:

I also reuse backgrounds a LOT. Most of chapter two involved two new background designs, along with the table and chairs. So that also saves a ton of time too!

Pages that already have backgrounds designed, can usually take about 40ish minutes to an hour to adjust the lineart, color, and do the text.

Since it was my slow period I wasn't really doing anything else at the time, so I'd get up and essentially go "well... what else am I doing today?" and I'd sit down and work on it.

Also because drawing pages are so fast for me, I'm halfway through drawing chapter 4, so there's at least lots of pages I can color when I get downtime.

I know also this is definitely hyper fixation territory, so I need to rework myself so I'm not ignoring the outside world. I just missed making comics so much ;_;

[rizlowwritessortof]

Take a Shot

Written for @artyandink 's Jensen-a-thon event!

Let's face it, his henley looks good on both of you...

Pairing: Dean x F. Reader

Word Count: 935

Warnings: Nothing but a little good old-fashioned sexual tension, no smut, but Dean being Dean is a warning in itself 🔥🔥🔥 (Dividers by the absolutely lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics )

The tile floor is cool on your bare feet as you walk down the hall, your mind focused on the banana pudding left in the fridge from earlier tonight. If you can’t fall asleep, you might as well eat, right?

It’s kind of nice in the bunker when everyone else is in bed, only the dim light from the night lights that are always on in all the common rooms, the quiet hum of some mysterious machinery in the background, whatever it is that keeps the power on in this place. You shiver a little, the air cool on your legs. Why bother with pants when nobody else is around, anyway?

You’re halfway through the library on your way to the kitchen when Dean’s voice makes you nearly jump out of your skin, your heart pounding hard as you whirl around to face him. He’s standing across the room, a crystal tumbler of amber liquid in hand, his eyes shadowed in the half-dark. “Is that my shirt?”

“Damn it, Dean, you scared the living shit out of me!” you scold, your hand on your chest, trying to keep your heart from pounding its way free. “Why are you up? I thought you went to bed a couple of hours ago!”

An amused smile curves his lips. “Backatcha, sweetheart.”

“Well – I – I couldn’t go to sleep. So I wanted a snack.”

“Yeah, well, same here, and I wanted a drink. Mystery solved.” It’s slowly dawning on you that you’re half-dressed, and you feel the blush move up your neck, your cheeks warming as he stares you down. “You never answered me. Is that my shirt?”

You’re wearing a cream-colored henley that you may or may not have stolen – borrowed – when you were doing laundry last weekend. It’s so soft, and so big (because it’s his) and comfy, and yes, if you were being honest, you like wearing it because it belongs to him. It’s been against his skin. And you would deny that even under threat of torture.

“Yes, okay, I borrowed your shirt. And just for your information, I wouldn’t have come out here like this if I knew you were lurking around.”

“I’m not lurking. And just for your information, I don’t mind you coming out here like that.” In fact, he’s thoroughly enjoying the way his shirt looks on you. It’s soft, and it’s clinging just right to show every detail of the curves beneath – not to mention your perky nipples. No, he doesn’t really mind at all.

You can see his eyes sparkle even in the poor lighting, and you hope he can’t see your blush from where he’s standing. “Well, stop staring.” You turn your back and flounce from the room, heading to the kitchen and hoping with everything in you that the henley is covering your ass. You brush your hand back there, relieved that it is – barely – and walk resolutely to the fridge. Seriously, what the hell is he doing up, anyway?

You take the container and toss the lid into the sink, grabbing a spoon from the nearby drawer, and lean against the counter, taking a spoonful of the creamy treat and closing your eyes as it hits your tongue. So good. Totally worth a little embarrassment.

“So, you gonna share, or what?” You jump, startled again glaring up at him as he approaches.

“For fuck’s sake, Dean, could you wear a bell or something?” A thoroughly devilish grin flashes for a second, but he manages to rein it in quickly. You scoop another spoonful of the pudding, but he takes your hand in his and steers it up towards his mouth. You watch as he takes it in, those sinful lips closing around it and his eyes blinking slowly as he savors it with a soft hum. You feel your legs wobble a little, and things are clenching that should not be clenching just from watching someone eat banana pudding.

“That’s good.” He lets go of your hand, and after a couple of seconds you actually remember to take it back. You force your eyes down, but now the view is his shoulders and chest underneath another henley from his collection, this one a midnight blue, and he’s wearing sweats and his feet are bare. And you are hopelessly screwed. “Thought you were hungry,” he teases as you stand there with the empty spoon in the air, trying to remember how to breathe.

“I am – I was,” you stammer.

“Then why aren’t you eating?” He laughs softly at your defiant frown.

“Because you’re distracting me.”

“You started it.” You stare up at him, your eyes wide.

“Since when do you get distracted by me? You barely even notice me.”

“Shows how much you know.” You still stare at him skeptically, and he gnaws a bit at that plush lower lip before he continues. “Every night I walk by your door and I picture in my head what you might be wearing to bed. Some nights… well, let’s just say I really wanna open that door.”

You set the container of pudding and the spoon on the counter beside you, never taking your eyes off him. “Then why haven’t you?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m afraid you’ll tell me to get lost.”

You’re starting to smile now. “You know what they say, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

Dean steps up close, his hand moving to stroke over your shoulder and down, curling his fingers around your arm as he leans in, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Oh, sweetheart – I don’t miss.”

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[gremlingottoosilly]

you/your anons have got me hooked on cyberstalker!König so here are some rando headcanons:

-will go through your likes on twitter and grit his teeth if he saw you liked a man/celebrities selfie, god forbid their a male friend because he will spiral into convincing himself that this is like cheating (you two have spoken once) and he has to do something about it

-if he saw you simping for someone casually he would have to step away and let his anger out in the gym because otherwise he would start weighing the pros and cons of murdering Henry Cavill or something

-has a dragons horde of items you liked/expressed interest in because he has a whole plan when he kidnaps you he would offer it as a way to calm you down. this plan is flawless obviously

-you liked a picture of cat ears and a maid outfit ONCE and he has jerked off to that mental image at least 5 times a week

-will try to get into the things you tweet about just to start a conversation but gives up halfway since he doesn't have the best attention span, tells himself that you'll just tell him about it when your together because he could listen to you for hours <3

-that is not hyperbole btw you once posted a video giggling at something your cat was doing and he has put in on in the background as he gets through his day

-has printed your selfies to cum on stare at because he can get headaches if he stares at a phone screen for so long (hes OLD your honor)

-everytime he likes a song/movie you enjoy it fully fuels his delusions that you two are soulmates

-has found your pinterest boards and already has a downpayment on a house that matches your preferred aesthetic perfectly

-kisses the screen when he sees your selfies. nothing to add to that its just something he does

-LOVED when the 'big boy' song went viral and saw you posting about loving it, again, you two are clearly soulmates

i didn't realize how long this is I am so sorry

Omg!! It's literally so perfect, you crawled in my head like a little bug and now you are munching on my brain and I would let you because you are just chill like that. Konig is an old-fashioned stalker who doesn't have time to literally stalk you, he is a busy man with a busy life, so he catches up with your socials instead!! More under the cut

He googles every term he doesn't understand, and reads recaps of whatever show you were watching, just so he could save time on actually watching it. He writes everything in a diary, every little detail because he knows a bit about internet safety from Hutch and he just knows that this precious data is far more protected in the front pocket of his vest, in a tiny and scrawny notebook. He saves every picture and prints it, just to see every tiny detail. Your favorite color, your favorite decorations. You like pink sanrio fluffy style of decor? He doesn't understand it, and don't see a point in just adding to the clutter, but he will buy you as much Hello Kitty and My Melody stuff as possible. Something minimalistic, but expensive? He understands it a bit more, and he is happy to finally use his money for something nice and not just beer. He would be grinning like a cat with the cream if you like video games -- especially the ones he likes, the violent action ones. He can't let go of the war even at home, and having a perfect game when he doesn't actually have to worry about being in danger but putting as many enemies down as possible is nice, really. You would have to explain the point of Minecraft to him though. The celebrity crush one omg!! Konig is insecure because if you like more normal, traditionally attractive male celebrities, he just knows he can't compete. However, there has to be something wrong with you if you really like Konig, so he doesn't mind - after you stop liking those celebs of course. God save you if you have some porn in your twitter likes - he would try to implement it in your sex life. Bondage? He already knows how to make really good knots. Cnc? It's basically your whole sex story already. He would never let you forget about every embarrassing little picture you liked, and he enjoys thinking of you as a perverted thing that needs some good punishment. If you do cosplay...oh boy. Even the most normal costumes are a good jerk-off material for him. Even if you cosplay male characters, he'd find a way to sexualize you -- it's not really nice of him, but this old man finally got what cosplay means and he is not letting go of this knowledge.

His soldiers think you're his wife already because he keeps your photo, a fucking collage of your photos, on his desk and a polaroid of you in his vest pocket. Poor ol' you, having stalking problems and not even knowing about it because he is too busy to actually court you.

[respectthepetty]

Petty, I respect you.

I do.

However.

DONT BE QUITE ABOUT THE COLOURS IN ON1Y 1 BECAUSE I WILL READ A FULL THESIS ON IT, 20 PAGES!!!! 50 PAGES!!!!

PLEASEEEE Give

It

To

Meeeeeeeee 🥹

Anon,

You've opened a floodgate.

Because I always notice the colors, but just because I see colors doesn't mean I know why they are significant. Even if I see there is a pattern, it doesn't mean I understand its importance. And I don't think y'all should be subject to me screaming about Jiang Tian's paper bookmarks being yellow and pink in a book of (love?) poems where he has highlighted that "a girl's shyness is like a tender cherry under the sunlight" and "16- and 17-year-olds are like fruits in the morning sun, sparkling."

Sheng Wang asks who this is about, but we know who this is about. The colors mean things.

And more importantly, I actually didn't write weekly or episodic posts about shows until 2022. I used to wait until a show was over to write about the colors or background noise, and, mostly, I only did it when people would ask me about it. Big Dragon was the first show that I felt compelled to write weekly about the colors and background noise because it was so amazing, so 2024 is still an odd space for me to be in sometimes because as much as I love colors, I'm ALWAYS surprised how much y'all want to know about them . . . weekly . . . per episode . . . for all the shows.

I write for myself, but sometimes I think y'all don't need to witness me losing my shit every week for sixteen weeks over obviously color-coded characters in The Loyal Pin.

And sometimes I think y'all don't want to witness me losing my shit over colors that I can't completely understand like the grays in 4 Minutes.

And then other times I think y'all shouldn't have to witness me losing my shit over colors that I'm not sure are colors until I've watched enough episodes to feel sure that the colors are, in fact, coloring; then, the series, The Trainee, actually tells me the colors were coloring the entire time like I thought.

And that's why I try to be quiet about shows because I'm figuring them out in my head, or I'm waiting for enough information to feel confident about them, and I don't want to hog up the tag with my ramblings. I need to sit in it a bit to figure out what the colors mean.

Kiseki: Dear to Me was the perfect example. I didn't mention anything about colors until prompted by others because it took me until the third episode to feel certain that Chen Yi and Ai Di matched colors, then it took me close to the end of the series to realize all the cameo couples ALSO matched colors.

It took me until the end of My Love Mix-Up to realize Aoki's color had evolved.

It took me two seasons (and a movie) to feel secure that Kiyoi was a Heavenly Human in My Beautiful Man.

And it took me until midway through Semantic Error to figure out why the red disappeared.

That's how The On1y One is for me. I knew yellow/orange and blue would play some part in the story based on the posters, but I wasn't sure how until I started seeing more visuals appear.

Because even though I saw a yellow container of food for Sheng Wang in the first episode,

I didn't realize he mostly ate color-coded food until episode four.

It's such a tiny detail, so I could have easily missed it, but because I know that he is a picky eater, I feel like it's not simply a coincidence, and I quickly noticed it in the eighth episode.

But I needed to collect more images before I could state that. I needed to let the story develop before I realized it. I needed to settle into it. And that's why I wrote my halfway point post after a few people asked if I noticed.

Because I know I seem like a magician who shouts a lot, but I'm not. Sometimes, I have to be patient and let the colors sneak up on me while I'm simply enjoying the moment, like Sheng Wang's orange alarm clock nestled into the corner of his bed while he falls asleep on his light yellow pillow in his light yellow shirt.

I know not all visuals can be a literal bright yellow sign hanging from the color-coded boy's room, ya know?

I'm not Jenny who cannot grasp that she keeps taking food and drinks meant for Benny even when he realized if she could figure out the mug was about gay rights without realizing he was gay then someone smarter will along and piece the dots together . . .

Because like, girl, he's gay.

But it does take me time to collect images and get my thoughts in order, so until then, I'm going to be quiet.

Or as quiet as a loud ass like me can be.

[autisticlalna]

🎶 i want you to give yourself to me, your body and your mind, give it willingly! i want you to come alive again, to come alive again!

⏯ NOW PLAYING: The Contract by Area 11

for @mcyt-jukebox-bonanza, featuring VikingPilot from Dominion SMP!

ramblings under the cut:

i was very frustrated after how the last 2 jukeboxes came out. then the Ghost's Vault won against Pandora's Vault. i had to draw something for that.

and boy howdy am i glad i did because i am INSANELY proud of this. i keep trying to push myself out of my comfort zone with each jukebox, and i never do foreshortening, but i desperately needed the "reaching out of the image" effect to work. it's not perfect, but it sells it. everything else about this is a reference to the Crossing the Rubicon PMV-- i was already halfway through lineart when i thought to switch pens, so i instead did the coloring with the brush i use for CtR and it had this really cool effect, and the background is the same paper texture i'm using for that.

oh, and the fonts are very purposeful too. admittedly not in how they're used (V.P. has no relevance here, unless Viking himself is winding up with another dodgeball), but i like using fonts other people use for things.

anyway you should go watch Dominion SMP.

[capsyst]

I am deeply touched that so many people enjoyed my little animation of Technoblade. I genuinely didn’t think that my post would get spread much, if at all, so thank you from the bottom of my heart for reblogging it and giving me such kind words.

While Procreate does include a playback feature, unfortunately the playback for how I animated this is 45 minutes long and well beyond the capacities of tumblr’s compression and limits. And since I don’t yet have a YouTube channel to host such a lengthy video, the best I can to is provide this quick and dirty breakdown of my process.

I animate the roughs in procreate and you can see that I am VERY loose with my initial pass. I often forget if I’m drawing him with 4 or 5 fingers, I changed his outfit halfway through the animation from a draping cape to a coat, and proportions fly all around. The most important aspect of this initial pass is just to get the timing and movement right.

I then do a second cleanup pass. It is not shown here, but this is what the lineart will eventually be based on. This pass is to refine the art and solidify it. Fix anatomy issues, those finger and clothing issues, and just generally work on sticking closer to the model I had chosen for my reference.

Then I do the lineart pass. I did this in Procreate Dreams by importing the animation as a video, lowering the opacity to 50%, and using it as a guide for the lineart. Here I refine the animation further and clean up any lingering problems.

Finally once the inking is done I color the animation. In Dreams I realized that groups are a godsend for this process. Every color was its own separate layer. But once I finished a layer I could group it together and Dreams treats it like it’s own singular track on the timeline. Then once I finished another color I would group those together with the group I already finished. And then again and again and so on until eventually I only had one layer for all the lineart and color. But if I ever needed to fix anything I could expand those groups and go directly to the frame in question. It’s a really handy feature!

Because he looks out the window at one point I wanted to have the light cast shadows on him. So I colored all the frames before and after the window in a darkened pallet, and the frames where he is at the window in the actual colors. Then I animated a shadow layer that I placed over those frames where he’s at the window at 30%.

For the background I drew an extra wide scene in Procreate and imported it into Dreams. I included an outside, and inside, and three curtains. Two closed, one open. With all of this in Dreams I then added the camera move, and a warp effect on the open curtain to make it seem like it was pulled open quickly. It was surprisingly easy to do!

As a final touch I added a reddish tint to the end when he goes full crazy.

If anyone has any questions about the animation process, or about Dreams or anything, please feel free to ask and I’ll do my best to answer as I can.

Again, thank you for enjoying this animation. I’m deeply touched by the response.

As an added bonus, here’s my 3 favorite smear frames!

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 3-Fukuzawa/Reader w/ Lingerie and Wedding Night

Notes: btw the lingerie im describing is the Lorna Lace collection in white. It's super pretty you should google it. Haha lol, and i also realized halfway through writing this that this is technically a rich CEO au, jumping on the hype train i guess

I actually have a healthy relationship with my father, but like any good woman i have a weakness for sexy middle aged men

You had always known this would happen. It was the oldest daughter's duty to marry a man and carry on the family line. This was the fact that had been drilled into your head since you could walk. A girl could not inherit the daily company no, that duty went to the male children, no matter how dumb they were. And you had accepted it as well. It's not like you liked it or anything, in fact you thought the entire rule was old fashioned and doomed to fail, but there really wasn't much choice in the matter.

And you weren't too unhappy, you yourself didn't want to run the company, but your second sister deserved to, not your arrogant, lazy brothers. Second sister had worked hard all her life, was intelligent and beautiful and kind and deserved to inherit the company over the men. Everyone knew it, the servants whispered and gossip was prevalent around high society, but father refused, so intent on tradition that he doomed the company to fail. All you wanted in life was to live a comfortable life with a handsome man who treated you with respect, and maybe have a child or two.

So that's why you were here, a newlywed woman to a man twenty years your senior, sold off like cattle with no choice in the matter. You had never even seen your new husband. The marriage talks had happened without your input obviously and the ceremony was shot down by your father who, ‘didn't want to waste resources on a stuffy event like that.’ All you had were rumors, for your new husband did not like public appearances, and there were suspiciously few photos of him.

Yukichi Fukuzawa, the president of ADA corp, and a man of high social standing and wealth. He was forty-five, apparently a ‘highly upstanding person from a highly reputable background,’ and very wealthy. And also your new husband. You supposed you were lucky to ‘score’ such a highly sought after man, even if he was a lot older than you but you had at least hoped to marry a man closer to you in age. But if you were lucky he would leave you to your own devices and let you live your life happy, if a little lonely.

A knock sounded and second sister peaked her head in, sending you a smile. You relaxed, sinking back onto the soft silk of the bed you were sitting on, and shot her a nervous smile. She slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

Second sister Helena was tall, and with her long golden hair and blue eyes she could have easily been mistaken for a model. She looked nothing like you, and it made sense, given that you had different mothers. Father had sired each of his children with a different woman in an effort to create the perfect male heir. And because father was a man of high standing many women were lining up for the chance to have a child support check. And of course, he picked only the most attractive women. Second sister’s mother was a Swedish runway model, while yours had been a movie actress. Your brother's mothers were also varied, from models to actresses to intellectuals, all with stunning looks and the brains to match. Your father might be a douchebag but his theory held water, all the children of your family were stunning beauties, and all intelligent as well.

She came to sit next to you on the bed, and passed a small box in your direction with an apologetic smile. “I missed your twenty-fifth birthday sis, so here.” You shoot her a grateful thanks, fingering the box in your lap. It's small, maybe five inches and perfectly square, wrapped in colorful polka dot paper. You carefully slip the sides open, trying not to make a mess. Your sister giggles beside you.

“You wanna hear something funny?” You stop, raising an eyebrow in her direction. Whenever that line excites your sister's mouth, she's usually talking about one of two things. Boys, or the most horrific thing you can think of. You'll never forget the one time she preceded that one line by telling you most gleefully that her ex boyfriend had ‘accidentally’ gotten run over then lit on fire then drowned in the ocean. She glares balefully at your expression. “What…it's nothing bad. I met your new husband, and girl,” She pauses, wiggling her eyebrows excitedly. “He's such a dilf! I'm so happy for you!”

It's about now when you get the paper off the present, and see the pink box with black letters scrawled across it that say , ‘Agent Provocateur’ in a pretty curly font. You choke on your spit, and start coughing violently. Your sister pounds you on the back in good spirits. When you finally finish your coughing fit, you turn to her with a bemused smile on your face. “I dont no weather to hit you or hug you, Helena.” She smiles. “Open it.” She says, excitement all over her face. “I just know you're going to love it.”

You do as she instructs, and from within the crinkly tissue paper you pull the naughty treasure inside. You shake your head with a smile, if nothing else your sister has always had good taste. Its white, befitting of a wedding/birthday gift, and the small amount of fabric it possesses is a pretty floral lace. The bra is a half cup, with little white bows at the spot where the strap starts. The panties are lace as well, with a diamond pattern line of holes going all the way around, leaving the embarrassing parts uncovered. It even comes with white lace stockings, and a garter to hold them up. You shoot your sister an embarrassed smile. “Thank you Helena, they're absolutely beautiful.” She gives you a small side hug in response. “I know.” She says. “Now try them on.”

All complaints are useless against her, she uses everything from pleading to guilt tripping and at some point you just give up and do as she requests. And as you gaze on yourself in the mirror, you can really say you're glad you did. You look innocent, but also sexy and powerful and you think that if you were marrying the man you loved you would wear this gift. You feel kind of bad that it's going to stay sealed away in a box for your entire life. The bra hugs your breast perfectly, shoving them up a little to provide the perfect amount of cleavage, and the lace panties frame your butt perfectly. The stockings and garter just add the perfect bit of naughty to the otherwise innocent(as innocent as Lingerie can get) picture. Your sister pokes her head around the bathroom door, grinning as you shriek in embarrassment and yank on the silk robe she had left you. Is suspiciously short, only reaching mid thigh but it's better than nothing.

She shoves you into a chair, and gets started on your makeup. You sigh. “Why do I even need makeup, it's not like anybody is going to see me.” She tuts threateningly. “It's to complete the look. Now don't move.” She starts on your base, and for a while the only sound is her gentle humming, and the squirt of makeup products.

It's not until Helena moves onto the hair that she breaks the peaceful mood. “And did father not tell you? You're supposed to ‘consummate’ the marriage tonight.” You open your eyes abruptly with a shout of surprise. “What?” She shrugs. “I guess he didn't, well anyway he should be coming…” Helena checks her watch with a glance, as she skilfully braids white and pink ribbons into your hair. “In about two minutes!”

Even with your shrieks of protest you're not allowed to move until she finishes her hair, and by the time she does it's already too late. She sends you a smile as she picks up her purse and kisses you on the cheek. You glare. “Helena! You took so long i dont have time to change.” She opens the door and you receive a playful grin. “I know,” She says, and you have the dreadful feeling you’ve fallen into a trap. “That was the plan. Have fun big sister.” And with that, she’s gone, leaving you a nervous wreck done up in lingerie, a honey trap just waiting for a man to fall right in. You rush to the bathroom, throwing a glance at the large mirror. You must admit she did a good job, you look very pretty with pink eyeshadow and gold glitter and your hair done up a sexy half updo, but you don't want to look good. You don't want to look like you were waiting here to seduce him. Hopefully you can just explain yourself and the two of you can just sleep. Of what if he thought you were trying to seduce him and got all cocky. That would be humiliating. Your pride would be forever tarnished and your dreams of a quiet life ruined. All because of Helena and her terrible ideas!

Your (probably too dramatic) spiral of doom is interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. You take a deep breath, steady your heart and tie your bathrobe tight, and answer the door.

The sight that greets you when you open the door is surprising to say the least and you suddenly understand what your sister meant when she said he was ‘a dilf’, for the man in the hallway is, quite literally, the quintessential dilf. He is tall, and oh so handsome, with silver hair and piercing gray blue eyes surrounded by the slightest wrinkles. He clears his throat. “Are you Miss Name?”

You thank your sister for making you learn a poker face and send him a small, blank smile. “Yes, are you Mr. Fukuzawa?” Those sexy eyes scan your face, catching on the gold glitter in the corners of your eyes before he nods. “May I come in Miss?” You open the door wider and allow him in, your smile never wavering. You take your seats, sitting across from each other conveniently ignoring the bed on the other side of the room. In horror you realize the box from your sister is still sitting on the table, but a sigh of relief escapes your lips as you see the top of the box is flipped over, the incriminating lettering hidden from sight.

It's hard not to notice how unfairly sexy Fukuzawa looks in a suit, and it makes all these really inappropriate thoughts of sitting on that lap pour into your brain. But still, you do your best to uphold your smile as you speak. “I'm sorry Mr. Fukuzawa, my father unfortunately forgot to inform me that you would be coming tonight.” Your father most definitely did not forget, it's more than likely that he didn't tell you in fear that you would escape. You cursed your father out in your brain, all while maintaining that smile on your lips.

He nods. “It is alright. I didn't intend to consummate this wedding in the first place.” This is what you wanted, but for some reason you feel a little let down. Maybe he doesn't find you attractive? You sigh, he must be blind then. Or gay.

“I see.” is all you say. The room falls into an uncomfortable silence. It's almost comical how your mood has taken a dramatic turn. Not five minutes ago you were lamenting the fact that your husband might be interested, and now you were unhappy that he in fact, was not interested in you. A slight glare entered your eyes and with your mouth still curved into that small smile you made quite the threatening picture. Fukuzawa spoke again, probably fishing for things to say in an effort to make you more comfortable, because of corse he was kind and able to read the room, and of course he didnt want to fuck you.

“The weather is lovely today isn't it Miss Name?”

“I suppose.” You know you sound curt and unfriendly, and you know it's not fair of you, but you're really annoyed. Fukuzawa’s smile wavers a bit at your curt attitude, but he still smiles comfortingly at you. This only makes you angrier. How dare he be kind and handsome and rich, and not want to fuck you. Life is unfair.

$$$

Fukuzawa feels very uncomfortable right now. Because of course his new wife is a beautiful young thing who deserved someone more close to her age, of course she was upset with the plan that had been forced upon her. He most dearly wished he had been born ten years later, so he may woo her properly. He had read the report he was given of her. Miss Name was highly educated, of excellent parentage and absolutely gorgeous. She probably had a young and handsome boyfriend she wanted to marry.

If not for this whole ordeal she could have been with the man she loved, not a stuffy old man like him. It's really no wonder she’s upset. He sends her a small smile, hoping to sooth her probably injured feelings.

“I'm sorry you had to be involved in this mess Miss Name, I know this situation isn't ideal for both of us.” For some reason, her expression doesn't change at all. Her smile is still in place, but Fukuzawa can tell from her eyes that she’s upset. Her voice is curt when she responds.

“Thank you.” The temperature in the room drops a few degrees. He shivers involuntarily as the room falls back to silence, forcefully keeping his eyes away from her legs, covered in pure white lace, and the hint of a garter peeking out from under that small silk bathrobe. She didn't wear those for him for heaven sakes, she didn't even know he was coming tonight. He has no right to fantasize about what she’s wearing under that bathrobe, she may be his wife, but she will never desire him like that.

He clears his throat. “There's something I must tell you, I have an adopted son.” She perks up, the collar of her bathrobe falling a little, revealing a small strip of tantalizing white lace. The room feels too hot. “Really? How old is he?” The cold tone of her voice is melting away and Fukuzawa congratulates himself on the change of topic. “His name is Ranpo and he's five years old. Would you like to see a picture?” She nods, and Fukuzawa pulls out his phone, and shows her the lockscreen. She leans forward, and Fukuwawa is treated to a flash of white bows and lace as she coos at the photo. “He's so cute!”

Fukuzawa wonders if god hates him. Because of course his new wife is a pretty young thing who doesn't mind the fact that he has a son, and is whose collar is falling more and more, treating him to a divine temptation of white lace, and who will never love a boring older man like him. He wonders why the hell he's acting like a young man with these dirty thoughts, and takes a deep breath as she hands his phone back. The ice on her face has melted a bit, and she looks a bit less like she wants to flay him alive, although she still looks a bit sulky. It's much too adorable. Her lips are in a little pout, and it only succeeded in highlighting how plump and silky they look. They have a pink gloss smeared across them, and all Fukuzawa can think about is those lips wrapped around— he almost smacks himself across the face.

Ok so, Fukuzawa can admit that he is very much in lust with his new wife, it's pretty clear and he feels quite like a degenerate, he just hopes she cant tell. It's clear that she doesn't want him, heck she doesn't even seem to like him that much. And he would rather die, than ever force himself on her in any way. He clears his throat with a cough, shifting a little in his seat. “If it would make you more happy, you could have a lover, if that is what you wish.”

Any ice that had defrosted with Ranpo’s picture is immediately incinerated by her burning hot anger. She sits upright, her spine straight and her eyes burning. “Are you implying that I will cheat on you?” Fukuzawa waves his hands anxiously in denial. “No, that's not what i—” The fire abates, then returns in full force. “Wait, do you have a lover?” Fukuzawa shakes his head. ‘No! I only thought that you might have a younger boyfriend you wished to marry instead of me. After all, this decision was made without your input.” Fukuzawa is relieved to see the fire abate, replaced instead with a sweet kind of thanks.

She leans forward a little, a small sincere smile curving across her pretty lips. “I have no one. But it was very kind of you to ask.” She says, as the ties holding the bathrobe come looser and looser. “And even if I had someone, I would never ask for something like that.” Fukuzawa is horrified by the spike of hope that rises in his chest, pillaging through the walls around his heart and stabbing right in, warming his heart with a futile hope. He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts and emotions as she speaks.

“Would you like something to drink? I have some delicious green tea.” He nods, hoping the soothing aroma and taste will calm him down. She stands, and moves to the small kitchenette across from the bed, starting the tea. She speaks as she works. “So, I heard you met my sister Helena? Tall, blond…” Fukuzawa vividly remembers Helena, a tall blond woman who barged into his dinner and in no uncertain terms told him that if he mistreated her sister she would ruin his life. “Yes, she said hello to me at dinner.”

“I hope she didn't bother you, Helena is harmless, I promise.” It's clear how much love she has for her sister, it drips from every word as she chatters on, excitedly telling Fukuzawa story after story of her sister. Fukuzawa hopes dearly that one day, she will speak of him and Ranpo so fondly. His thoughts are imputent, he knows that, but it's in his best interests to not deny them. He's too old for all of this.

“Here you are, Mr. Fukuzawa.” She leans down, placing a fragrant cup of green tea on the table in front of him. “Call me Fukuzawa.” She shoots him a smile and a nod. “Call me Name.” It's small really, but it feels good. The atmosphere has become pleasant, so different from the earlier tense and icy landscape, and Fukuzawa feels relief, until of course, disaster strikes.

She trips slightly, and the glass of green tea she is carrying spills all over her chest, staining the white fabric green. Thankfully it's iced, but she still panics, probably worried about staining. And you see, the thing is, Fukuzawa knows he should turn around, he knows she’s panicking and she forgot herself for a moment, and he knows he should clear his throat or turn around or something. But he still watches in slow motion as she undoes the ties, pulling off that bathrobe and tossing it hurriedly away.

It's somehow straight out of his fantasies, and yet a curse of his nightmares. It's white, and lace and see-through and Fukuzawa feels all the blood in his body rush south. Maybe it's that the slight glimpses were teasing him the entire evening, or maybe he’s just too pent up, but he feels just like a virgin again, discovering porn for the first time. And it kind of is porn, forbidden 3d porn and he's going to die. She looks heavenly, the lace hugging her pretty boobs, the panties hiding nothing at all, and the garter and stocking combo just straight out of any man's wet dream. He feels like a creep, like a gross disgusting perverted old man and he wants her to suffocate him with that pretty pussy all wrapped up in white lace, he wants those pouty lips on his cock, he wants those legs wrapped around his waist while he pounds her into the bed—

His dick is hard, his mouth is open, and then she looks up, meeting his eyes and Fukuzawa feels fear for the first time in a while.

$$$

You know what happened, you were panicking about expensive lingerie and green tea stains and all you wanted to do was get the stain away from the actual underwear as fast as possible. But as your eyes meet Fukuzawa’s own and you take in his state, you can't really say your sorry. He looks wrecked. His eyes are hazy, his mouth open in shock, and the most telling evidence of all is the bulge in his pants. You let a small smirk overtake your face. He wanted you after all. Elation and arousal are the confusing cocktail at work in your stomach as you saunter around the kitchen table, and sit yourself directly on his inviting lap.

This seems to snap him right out of his daze, and he gestures frantically, an apology on his tongue. “I'm so sorry Name, i didn't—” You press a finger to his lips, feeling sexy and confident as you grind down slightly on the rather large bulge in his pants. He lets out a gratifying grunt, as you lean down, running your hands through his soft silver hair. Your voice is a pur when you speak. “You wanna know something?” you know you look devastatingly sexy, and it makes you feel powerful. “I really like you Fukuzawa.” His cheeks flush all cute, and his dick twitches under you. You continue. “And I want you. Do you want me?” His voice is husky, but still slightly formal when he speaks. “Yes. But are you sure you want me?”

You let out a coy little giggle, and grind down again. His little stifled noises are unfairly sexy, you can feel wetness in your panties already.

“I want you so bad hubby. Now kiss me.” With no more words he grants your request.

Fukuzawa kisses just like he looks, gentle and deep, devouring your very soul with his tongue. It makes your pussy throb desperately, and it makes you feel rushed and hot and the whole thing feels somehow even more sexy. Your hands knot in his hair, tangling the strands with your sweaty fingers as you rut together, barely covered pussy on still clothed cock, cores together. You know your whining, letting out little gasps and breaths and as he hoists you up, draping you right across the kitchen table, hands carefully pulling the crotch of your panties away from your drooling pussy. Its so dirty somehow, here you are, about to be fucked senseless by your sexy new husband, right on your kitchen table. You can't wait. He steps back, shedding his coat and tie, and unbuttoning a few of the top buttons.

He looks so sexy above you, panting as he slips a finger into your pussy, stroking your inner walls slowly. “More.” You whine out, the needy tone in your voice embarrassingly clear. Fukuzawa chuckles, adding another finger as per your request. “Do you have condoms? I'm afraid I didn't bring any.” He speeds up his fingers, playing slightly with your clit, and your head falls back. “Don't care. Maybe you can get me pregnant, hubby.” You can tell it affects him by the way his fingers retreat, swiftly replaced by his cock. You moan loudly as he bottoms out, as he hoists your legs over his shoulder, still almost fully clothed. It turns you on greatly, the contrast from your almost naked self, and his composed, still clothed person. His cock is thick, stretching your walls apart and it pulses inside you. You want him to fuck you stupid senseless.

Your hands grip the side of the table as he begins to move, his pace betraying his sense of urgency. Each thrust is deep, hard, and it moves you back on the table, before his hand on your legs pulls you back. His hair is sweat soaked, sticking to his cheeks as he fucks you, his eyes locked on your own.

“Feel good baby?” He pants, his voice a groan. “Yes, ohh so good.” Your voice is loud, and slightly husky with panted moans and breathes. You're seriously going to explode. For the first time in your life you want to thank your father, for finding you a sexy husband who could fuck you crazy. You still hated the man, but he had done some things right in his life.

He's ruining your insides, and you can feel every pulse and twitch of his dick inside you, all berriors gone. You feel unimaginably full and hot and purfect. He stops to lean down, and grips your thighs in both hands, speeding up his thrusts. Your eyes roll back as he hits that spot, over and over and over again.

“Oh Fukuzawa!” He stops his thrusts, pausing deep inside you and you pant. “Yukichi.”

“What?”

“Call me Yukichi.” Your clenches, even as your heart rate speeds up and you gasp out his name, panting it like your last breath. “Yukichi!” The last of your sentence dissolves in a moan as he resumes, all pretense gone, slamming in and out and in and out, and destroying your insides. “You sound so pretty like this, screaming my name.” His voice is rough and full of pants, and so, so sexy. Your hands leave the edge of the table and reach for your breasts, playing with your nipples harshly. You can feel your orgasm building, that familiar heat in the pit of your stomach, begging to be released.

“ ‘m cumming.” You warn, as his thrusts stutter, losing their rhythm. “Me too.” His voice is deep, and as he slams in one more time, and a hot feeling shoots inside of you, you lose it. You know you scream when you come, and at some point he drops your legs and kisses you, his dick still lodged inside of you. And as you come down from your high, and you feel his strong arms carrying you to the bed, you feel hopeful for your future with your sweet new husband, and all the good fuckings that will come with it.

Taglist: @mulit05ho3st4n

[aritimena]

Mouthwashing: What did the Polle hallucination mean by that?

In the game's penultimate sequence, after walking through the cloud of employee IDs, Jimmy walks into medical one last time to be met with the statue of Polle amongst piles of empty mouthwash bottles.

It can be inferred that Polle is representing Anya in this scene by the following:

This scene takes place in medical

Polle's text color is the same as Anya's, blue

halfway through the background changes to the night time screen present in the "dead pixel" scene

when Jimmy starts to quote Anya by saying "our worst moments don't make us monsters" but Polle cuts him off

Additionally, Polle greets Jimmy by saying

"Hey, boss. It's me. Or what should I call you? Old man? Seems a little above your pay grade. Given all this."

Which indicates that the speaker is

1) one of the crew mates, as Jimmy declaring himself captain positions him to be their boss

2) calling Jimmy a deadbeat dad.

So, with the understanding that Polle in this scene is probably representing Anya, here's what's stumping me:

Jimmy apologizes to Curly, admits that he fucked up and starts to quote Anya. When "she" cuts him off she asks "if all of that is true, why are you still so concerned with *him*"

And the scene ends, cutting to Curly on the table.

This cut implies that the "him" Anya was referring to was Curly but this doesn't make sense. It sounds like she's referring to pre and post crash Curly as separate people which doesn't seem in character for her.

So, any thoughts on what the heck that meant?

[sunlight-fics]

Everywhere, Everything

•Andrew Hozier X reader

-Warnings: Talking about the future. Established relationships.

It was a perfect summer evening. You and Andrew were laying outside in grass under the trees in the backyard. You keep your head on your boyfriends chest while your hand was intertwined with his. Music played in the background as y’all both laid there peacefully. Finally Andrew broke the silence, “Do you ever think about our future together?” When he asked that you open your eyes and for the first time in a while actually thought about it. “Yea… it’s been awhile though. Why do you wanna know?” You responded while playing with the grass that you laid in. “I was just thinking. I want my life and future with you. I want you to be everywhere with me and also my everything. Like I most literally want you to be with me 'til we're food for the worms to eat. Til our fingers decompose.” He said while knowing damn well he just took half of that sentence out of the song that was playing, ‘Everywhere, Everything.’ By Noah Kahan. You also caught on to what he was doing, but your heart couldn’t help but completely melt when he said that. “We didn't know that the sun was collapsing, 'Til the seas rose and the buildings came crashing. We cried, "Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh"… The song played in the background. “I want to be with you too. Till the end of time or the end of the earth.” You said back. You have never really felt this kind of love before, you couldn’t help but hold back tears. “But do you think it would last?” Andrew asked back hesitantly. “Hozi, I think it would absolutely last. I love you more that I love myself.” You responded. “I love you too.”

“Everywhere, everything I wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat. ‘Til our fingers decompose. Keep my hand in yours.”

You then sat up and looked at him. His freckles were slowly coming back and his hair was a beautiful auburn color in the sun. “Do you think we are in love in every universe?” He then looked at you, putting his hands behind his head he smiled softly and said “I think so… of course we are.”

Note: it’s super short and I apologize for that! I lost my train of thought halfway through. anyways THANKS FOR READING!!!!

[firedragon1321]

I think Boy Gender might have saved Sora Takenouchi (I'm projecting, this post was made by a man dot jpeg, etc).

So yeah- I'm rotating a trans Sora AU. And it's teaching me the difference between AU, meta, and headcanon. Like it seems obvious but the lines have blurred over the years. And it's so magical and freeing to say "this is an AU and it's my playground". That said, there are meta elements in this post. So I tagged it as such. But it's mostly AU.

I say this bullshit because Sora's entire arc in Adventure is about reconciling with her mother and her femininity. That's how her story was always intended to be written. Her job in the epilogue is the final culmination of that. I can see how all of that was intended to work. Even if I don't personally like it.

But there's like. Such fertile ground for this AU. How accepting that feminine role drove Sora further and further into the background, away from her friends. And into a state so depressingly finalized that her Digivice spawned a timer, separating her from Biyomon. And how she worked best with everyone else when in a "take charge" role- albeit as "team mom", but refusing to sit on the sidelines based on gender.

There's also how Biyomon's evolutions get progressively masculine, and Biyomon is part of Sora's soul. Like I don't know how Phoenixmon fits into that. But look at this-

The instant Biyomon reaches her Champion form, she takes on a less traditionally feminine shape. And Garudamon is more masculine than feminine in build. Plus- and I only researched this for five seconds so I could be wrong- "Garuda," is also a male Hindu deity (and also a shape shifter and protector- just like a Digimon partner!). In tri, Birdramon has more pronounced eyelashes, the same way Minnie Mouse has eyelashes to denote her gender. But other than that...

Also this gives me the opportunity to mess around with Crests and how they work. Like, even in this AU, Sora would have the Crest of Love. I feel like its nature as compassion and caring will always be relevant to the character. But like. Wouldn't it be cool if the Crests themselves evolved? Like if the design changed with new revelations as the characters aged? Still the same in color and concept, but representing a more mature person.

For most of the Adventure crew, this would be standard character development stuff. For Sora? Gender.

I'd plant the seeds in Adventure, going more into detail as to what Sora's mother represents- traditional femininity- and how that wouldn't be merely annoying, but wrong. Like puppet strings that wind around the neck. I don't think Sora would have the words for that sensation yet. But the wrongness would be there. Even through forgiveness. And meeting halfway.

But in 02, Sora would realize where those feelings come from. Why the soccer pitch feels like home, and the flower shop a cage. I need more details but it's 4 AM and this is a general outline. But basically...

The 02 gang would get in trouble (after the ability to Digivice to Ultimate/Mega is restored to the OG gang). Only Sora could save them, due to being the only one available to go on the field. The enemy? A fuckton of Blossomon. For the symbolism. But mainly, there's too many for the 02 characters to handle, and they're split in a configuration where Jogress to Imperialdramon is impossible. Basically, a situation engineered so only Sora can resolve it.

Garudamon fights her hardest. But the numbers are too intense even for her. A Blossomon wraps its vines around Garudamon, trapping her. And to Sora, that vine on her partner's neck just seems so familiar.

Blossomon spits generic villain taunts about knowing one's place. This prompts Sora to peel back the layers of her own life. She thought her place was at her mother's flower shop. That's what forgiveness meant, right? But reconciliation is a two way street. She gave and gave and received nothing.

Not for the ache in her heart.

Not for the wrongness in her body.

Not for the vines choking her life.

And digging into her own neglected heart, she'd discover the soul of a man. It would be frightening and confusing. But it would also hold the strength she needs to win this battle.

That he needs to protect everyone.

And the Crest of Love within him would glow. Its shape would become less feminine, but still represent the love that Sora possesses. Like hands holding, or a stylized stone- the rock the others can rely on.

And of course Garudamon would digivolve- into Phoenixmon or something else- and save the day. Leaving Sora confused and shaken. He might even try to deny what happened. But the Crests never lie, and their power does not come from nothing.

So by tri., he'd be more masc-presenting (excluding school uniforms) as his mother falters. But Sora would hold out hope. And continue to love. So by Kizuna, he's met halfway at last, and can openly live as who he was always meant to be.

I do like the idea of Crest evolution in general and might revisit it. But for now this is loose word-vomit and more of wish fulfillment than anything substantial.

[diamondsandplumbobs]

🪙 Coin Flip Legacy Challenge

There are two sides to every coin and two paths your sims can take in this new spin on the ten generation legacy challenge. Each generation your sim will be given a basic background and personality along with a set of requirements like usual, but that’s only half the story. You will have to choose either heads or tails in order to decide your sims future, each side with its own pros and cons, effecting not only the required tasks but your sim’s story as well.

Will your sim become a mad scientist or a tomb raiding adventurer? Will they explore their love of nature through gardening, or help animals in need as a vet? Will they become a werewolf, or a vampire? You decide! Or... leave it up to fate, and flip a coin.

General Rules:

No, you do not actually have to flip a coin. I wanted to create a flexible, customizable playing experience, so feel free to choose whichever side you want to play or works best for your story. Though you can certainly flip a coin if you want to.

The challenge is designed so that your heir sims can stay neutral through their baby - teen life stages. You can decide which side they end up pursuing as they grow. However, the deadline to choose a side is when your heir ages up into a young adult.

The only exception to the above rule is the founder, you do not necessarily have to choose which side to pursue immediately, but I’d recommend officially choosing their route by the time they’re at most halfway through their young adult hood.

Each generation must complete their specified career and aspiration.

If the career branch is not specified, you can choose whichever branch you’d like.

Some generations only have 1 required base trait, so if you haven’t decided on a path before your sim becomes a teen, feel free to choose any trait you want and then change it to the required trait once they become a young adult and you’ve chosen your desired path.

Bonus Challenges are optional. Their just fun extra things I thought of to make things more challenging, but they’re not required.

If you decide to play this challenge and share your game play, please feel free to @ me and use the #coinfliplegacy. I’d love to see what you guys create 😊

Gen 1 - Family First

You always loved making things with your hands. You have always forged your own path in life, and that is exactly what you intend to do now. You moved away from home to start a new life that you plan to build up from scratch, literally. Just as you forge bonds with new friends and neighbors, you build the foundation of your legacy. You're a crafter, and you sell your creations to survive, but just what is it that you craft, exactly?

Base Traits: Self-Assured, Family Oriented

Base Requirements:

Start on an empty lot with 0 simoleons

Master Handiness

Meet someone and have at least two kids with them

Craft each piece of furniture and carving on the woodworking table and use it in your home

Bonus Challenges:

Have the “Gremlins” lot challenge on

Fully upgrade every appliance in the house

Heads:

Furniture! Appliances! Tools! You love getting your hands dirty and are willing to fabricate anything you or your family might need from scratch. You are strong and independent, so when your relationship with your partner takes a turn for the worse you aren't afraid to break things off and become a single parent. Nothing will stop you from living your own way. It’s probably for the best.

Unique Trait: Maker

Aspiration: Master Maker

Career: Freelance Crafter 

Requirements:

Master the fabrication skill

Use every piece of craftable furniture on the fabricating machine, in your home at least once (color variants not included).

Break up with/divorce your partner and become a single parent

Find love with someone who you truly connect with

Later reconcile with your former partner and become good friends

Tails:

Clothes! Plushies! Decorations! You love putting your own personal flare on things by decorating your home and adorning your loved ones in hand made goods. You are determined and loyal, so when your relationship with your partner takes a turn for the worse you are willing to try and make it work, even if that means you have to make a compromise. You are certain it’s the best thing for your children, even if it’s not the best thing for you.

Unique Trait: Perfectionist

Aspiration: Lord/Lady of the Knits

Career: Self Employed (sell your creations any way you like: through plopsy, on vending tables, or just selling them in your inventory)

Requirements:

Master the knitting and cross stitching skills

Make every type of knitted item (color variants not included)

Make every type of knitted item and use them to decorate your home (size and color variants not included). Have at least one cross-stitch of each size displayed in your home.

Stay with and marry your partner despite your issues, eventually resulting in a loveless (but functional) marriage

Have a secret affair with someone you truly love

Gen 2 - Find Yourself

You were always an energetic kid. You loved going outside and being active. It’s no surprise that you end up getting into fitness. You want to see what the big wide world has to offer, which means you have always been a bit indecisive when it comes to love. I mean, there are so many fish in the sea! Anyways, you want to focus on yourself, follow your dreams, and become the best you can be. The question is: what does that mean to you?

Base Traits: Loves the Outdoors, Active

Base Requirements:

Master the fitness skill

Bonus Challenge:

Complete the Rambunctious Scamp Aspiration as a child

Heads:

It means finding inner peace. You want to cultivate and maintain a mind-body connection, as well as a connection to the natural world around you. Granite Falls is your favorite place to do so. As for your love life, we’ll, you certainly have options, it’s just a matter of choosing one. You want to make sure you find the person who is truly right for you, and that means getting to know yourself first.

Unique Trait: Vegetarian

Aspiration: Inner Peace

Career: Athlete (Bodybuilder Branch)

Requirements:

Master the wellness and herbalism skills

Travel to Granite Falls at least once a week

Have three love interests at once

After completing your aspiration, choose your partner and start a family with them, having at least two kids

Have a strained relationship with one of your children (the heir)

Tails:

It means being the best athlete to ever hit the slopes. You chase the thrill of pulling off daring stunts and competing in intense competitions, and what better place to do it than Mt. Komorebi? You end up having quite a few partners in your lifetime, each with a different outcome and lesson to take away, but in the end you realize you're not interested in settling down. You’ll always be chasing that thrill.

Unique Trait: Adventurous

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Career: Athlete (Professional Athlete Branch)

Requirements:

Master the rock climbing and the skiing OR snowboarding skill

Live in Mt. Komorebi

Have at least five partners over your lifetime (never two at the same time), but end up with none of them

End up being best friends with one, become enemies with another, and accidentally have a baby with a different partner from the other two

Have a strained relationship with your child

Bonus Challenge:

Successfully climb to the top of Mt. Komorebi

Gen 3 - Just Be You

Unlike your parent, your totally uninterested in being active. This causes a rift in your relationship. You’d rather be on your computer than be outside. However, you have an eccentric personality that people are drawn to, and you are incredibly talented in your own right. Unfortunately, your parent doesn’t seem to see that. They think you should focus on “more practical pursuits,” but you intend to utilize your talent to show them how wrong they really are. What is that talent?

Base Traits: Geek, goofball

Base Requirements:

Master the comedy skill

Heads:

Making online content! People love your posts, videos, and live streams, and you realize you can make a lot of money doing it. You find your own success as a social media personality, despite your parent’s reservations regarding your career path.

Unique Trait: Outgoing

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Career: Social Media (Internet Personality Branch)

Requirements:

Master the gaming and mischief skills

Have a distant relationship with your parents (maintain the “acquaintances” relationship status). Siblings are unaffected by this rule.

Have two roommates who end up becoming life long friends

Find love with a fellow Internet personality and start a family

Tails:

Hacking! You love making money and spreading mischief with your abilities, and you make a name for yourself in the criminal underworld as one of the most infamous hackers. Your family cuts all ties with you as a result, but you don’t need them anymore anyway.

Unique Trait: Genius

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Career: Criminal (Oracle Branch)

Requirements:

Master the programming and mischief skill

Have a bad relationship with your parents and siblings (maintain the “despised” relationship status or worse)

Form your own found family of criminals

Find love with a fellow criminal, and start a family

Gen 4 - Knowledge is Power

Your parent encouraged you from a young age to find your passion and pursue it, no matter what it was. You find your passion is knowledge, and so you embrace your education to its fullest. Your parent supports you every step of the way, even going as far as to completely cover your university expenses. What do you decide to study?

Base Trait: Genius

Base Requirements:

Master the logic skill

Heads:

Physics! You are obsessed with the laws of aerodynamics, more specifically, how to break them, which leads you to pursue a career in engineering. By day, you pioneer new and innovative forms of technology, but by night you follow your true passion by making your own homemade rocket ship! It may be “unregulated” and “illegal” but they’ll eat their words when you're the first sim to set foot on undiscovered alien planets! You don’t have time for love, but you are determined to have a child of your own.

Traits: Geek, Self Assured

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Career: Engineering

Requirements:

Master the robotics and rocket science skills

Go to Foxbury, and get a distinguished degree in physics.

Visit Sixam on your homemade rocket (must be after graduating)

Have a child/children by unconventional means: either adopt, use mods or cheat to do IVF, find a surrogate, or have an alien pregnancy

Bonus Challenges:

Complete the Whiz Kid aspiration as a child.

Have 3 children through alien abduction, IVF/Surrogacy, and adoption respectively

Complete the Aliens collection

Tails:

Psychology! You are fascinated by human nature, which leads you to pursue a career in anthropology. By day, you will be a professor, teaching students about ancient Salvadoradan culture, but by night you will go on daring adventures in the Selvadoradan jungle, exploring tombs and excavating artifacts. All so you can teach your students about them when you return home. Who said being a professor wasn’t cool? You meet someone and have a child with them, but you soon learn that they can’t handle your lifestyle, so you become a single parent when your child is young. It doesn’t get you down, though! It’s nothing you can’t handle!

Traits: Bookworm, Adventurous Aspiration: Archeological Scholar

Career: Education (Professor Branch)

Requirements:

Master the Research & Debate and Archeology skills

Go to Britechester, and get a distinguished degree in psychology

Explore a temple at least once a week after graduating

Meet someone in university and have a child/children with them

Have them leave before your kid ages up into a child.

Bonus Challenges:

Complete the Whiz Kid aspiration as a child

Complete the Omiscan Artifacts Collection

Gen 5 - Love Comes Naturally

Your primary parent is always busy chasing their passions, and your secondary parent is either non-existent or completely absent from your life. As a result, you ended up forming a strong connection with nature from a young age. You spend most of your childhood outside fishing and taking in the world around you. You want to spend your life embracing the natural world, but there are many facets of nature, so you need to choose what you love most about it, what is it exactly?

Base Trait: Loves the Outdoors

Base Requirements:

Master the fishing skill

Heads:

The plants! Because who needs people? You yearn to spend your days peacefully alone in the wild, nurturing your very own garden, cultivating beautiful flowers and growing your own herbs, fruits, and vegetables. What more could you ask for? You always thought you’d spend your life alone, but you meet a special someone who changes all that.

Traits: Loner, Vegetarian

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Career: Gardener

Requirements:       

Master gardening and flower arranging skills

Have the Simple Living lot trait

Socialize with other sims as little as possible

Eventually find love with someone who is able to earn their way into your heart

Have a child/children with that person.

Bonus Challenges:

Join scouts as a kid, and try to collect all the badges

Collect all fish

Collect all the magic beans to obtain the forbidden fruit and become a plant sim (you can stay a plant sim for as long as you like after that)

 Complete the Plant collection

Tails:

The animals! You yearn to spend your life caring for animals by running your own vet clinic and looking after your own pets. After all, there are a lot of animals in need. It’s the least you could do. You don’t have a lot of time to yourself, but your naturally nurturing nature makes you yearn for a family. Unfortunately most can’t handle all the animals you keep… until one day you meet that special someone who shares your passion.

Unique Traits: Animal Enthusiast, Dog Lover OR Cat Lover

Career: Veterinarian

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Master: veterinarian, animal training

Requirements:

Run your own vet clinic and get it to a five star rating

Always have at least 2 dogs or cats (depending on the trait you chose)

Have at least two failed attempts at a relationship, then meet the love of your life

Have a child/children with them

Bonus Challenges:

Join scouts as a kid, and try to collect all the badges

Collect all fish

Live in Henford on Bagley and befriend at least one of each farm and wild animal

Also complete the Animal Caretaker aspiration after completing Friend of the Animals

Gen 6 - Define Your Sound

For as long as you can remember you’ve always loved music, and as you get older you realize you want to make it yourself someday. You love the adrenaline and the attention that comes with performing on stage, and dream of doing it for a living. Question is: what kind of music will you be performing? For what audience? And what sort of image do you want to maintain?

Base Trait: Music Lover

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Base Requirements:

Master the singing skill

Join the Entertainer Career (Musician Branch)

Heads:

You choose classical music. You’ve always had a love for the great composers: Mozart, Beethoven, Bach. You excel at the piano and violin. You hold prestigious concerts that the rich and the elite pay hundreds to see. In turn, you feel the need to become elite yourself. You become obsessed with cultivating your image, an expectation you place on your family as well.

Traits: Snob, proper

Requirements:

Master the piano and violin skills

Maintain a perfect, classy appearance

Marry the “perfect,” upper class spouse

Have at least 2 kids

Hold your children to high standards, resulting in a negative relationship with any child who isn’t the heir.

Bonus Challenges:

Complete the Creatively Gifted aspiration as a child

Max the pipe organ skill

Tails:

You choose house music. You’ve always loved a catchy beat that makes you want to get up and dance. You quickly pick up the guitar, but more importantly: the DJing skill. You want to make music that everyone can enjoy, especially those who just want to have a good time at the club. You pride yourself on being your authentic self, even if that means living under your means. You want to make sure your family is never negatively affected by any sort of fame or reputation you receive.

Trait: Dance Machine, Insider

Requirements:

Master the guitar and DJing skills

Maintain a decidedly “un-classy” appearance.

Marry your true love, regardless of their personal image

Have at least 2 kids

Protect your kids from the limelight, and give them an ordinary childhood, resulting in a positive relationship with all of them.

Bonus Challenges:

Complete the Creatively Gifted aspiration as a child

Max the media production skill

Get signed onto a music label

Gen 7 - Find Your Flavor

You were so excited when you got old enough to finally help your parents in the kitchen, and as you grew you never got tired of it. Experimenting with ingredients and seeing how they affected the flavor was always something you found fun and exciting. You look up to your musically talented parent and you desperately want to impress them with your culinary prowess. This is what led you to realize you wanted to utilize your culinary skill for a living, the question is how?

Base Traits: Foodie, Ambitious, Self Assured

Base Requirements:

Master the cooking skill

Heads:

By becoming a chef, of course! You might hate the high stress environment of a restaurant kitchen and the late hours, but it all feels worth it when you see people enjoying the food you made. One day, you’ll become head chef and create an environment where people can come together and enjoy your culinary vision. However, your hard work comes at the expense of your relationship with your family. Can you rekindle your relationship once you’ve made it to the top?

Career: Culinary (Chef Branch)

Aspiration: Culinary Connoisseur

Requirements:

Master the gourmet cooking and baking skills

Eventually run a bakery or restaurant

Marry someone, have a child/children together, but later divorce due to working all the time

You start a relationship with someone new, but it doesn’t work out

After opening your restaurant/bakery, you rekindle your relationship with your ex, but you never remarry.

Bonus Challenges:

Develop the workaholic trait

Run a Bakery AND Restaurant

Create ambrosia

Tails:

By becoming a mixologist! It’s unconventional, yes, but you love the energetic atmosphere of nightclubs, and the intimate social atmosphere of bars. Plus, you were always a bit of a night owl anyway. Most importantly though, you love providing your patrons with the comfort of a good drink. You find love with said patron, but you soon realize you found each other at the right place in the wrong time. Ironically, the choice to break up was exactly what allowed your relationship to work out in the end.

Career: Culinary (Mixologist Branch)

Aspiration: Master Mixologist

Requirements:

Master the mixology and juice fizzing skills

Eventually run your own juicery (A retail lot that sells the juice you make)

Fall in love with a customer at a nightclub, have a steady relationship before breaking up due to not wanting to commit at the moment

Have a child with another sim as a result of a one night stand

After opening your juicery, you end up reconnecting with the sim you initially fell in love with and get married

Bonus Challenges:

Create every type of juice

Create the Snaggle Fluster Drink (A drink that can be unlocked by a chance card you can receive at level 9 of the mixologist career)

Gen 8 - The Price of Fame

You’ve always been the creative type. Someone who yearns to express themselves through their art. You want an audience, a following, and a big one. It is not enough to be a niche creator. You want to be famous. You want the whole world to know who you are and what you can do. The question is: What can you do?

Base Traits: Creative, Self Absorbed, Art Lover

Base requirements:

Master the media production skill

Become a five star celebrity

Heads:

You can create! With an eye for composition, you're incredibly talented at painting and photography. You dream of having your works displayed in galleries all over the world, and hope that one day art history books will have an entire chapter dedicated to you and your artistic genius. If achieving that means exploiting your loved ones for fame and profit, then so be it. You look like a kind, caring, family oriented sim on the outside, so what’s on the inside doesn’t matter.

Career: Artist

Aspiration: Artistic Prodigy

Requirements:

Master the painting and photography skills

Marry a celebrity who is one star above you when you first meet

Exploit your family for viral attention, leading to you having a distant relationship with your child/children

While your relationship with your spouse is great, your children come to resent you. Your home life may be messy on the inside, but it looks perfect on the outside.

Have a pristine reputation

Bonus Challenges:

Complete the Social Butterfly aspiration as a child

Open an art gallery OR have a museum dedicated to your work

Tails:

You can perform! Born with a natural sense of rhythm and a talent for acting, you were cast as the lead for every musical your high school put on. You dream of being Plumbob Pictures’ next big star. You want a role in every big film, and to be nominated best actor for each one. All you ever wanted was to focus solely on your career and your craft, but when you suddenly find yourself married with a child, you are sorely unprepared for the pressure and responsibility. This causes you to act out, and soon you become just as famous as you are infamous for your awful behavior.

Career: Acting

Aspiration: Master Actor

Requirements:

Master the acting and dancing skills

Mary a co-worker, whether it be another actor, a director, or hair/costume designer

Have an accidental pregnancy that you don’t want, and have a distant relationship with your child as a result

Become distant from your spouse as well, leading to you having an affair. Eventually, this affair is revealed to the public, and your partner.

Have the worst possible reputation

Bonus Challenges:

Complete the Social Butterfly aspiration as a child

Get to level 3 of Drama Club before becoming a young adult

Gen 9 - Taking Control

Growing up in your parent’s spotlight made you weary of all the attention. You choose to live a life of secrecy while studying your favorite subject: the paranormal. As you research, you realize your fantasies may be a reality, turning your fascination into an obsession. You leave your normal life behind to follow a lead on your research… Where does it take you?

Base Traits: Loner

Base Requirements:

Master the medium and vampire lore skills

Heads:

It takes you to Forgotten Hollow, where you discover a community of vampires living in secret. Enticed by the promise of eternal life, you become one yourself and join their ranks. While at first they call you weak for maintaining a human sense of morality, you prove them wrong by becoming stronger than all of them. You vow to overthrow Vlad and create a newer, kinder society of vampires. One where you can live in peace with your partner.

Traits: Good, Gloomy

Aspiration: Grand Master Vampire

Career: Secret Agent (Diamond Path)

Requirements:

Become a Vampire

Develop the Guilty Drinker trait

Meet and fall in love with either a spellcaster, werewolf, or human (non of which can be turned into vampires)

Become a grand master vampire

Make the vampire cure, defeat Vlad in a duel, and then use the “Slay Vampire” interaction to strip him of his power and usurp him as leader

Bonus Challenges:

Live in a haunted house

Never drink from a human sim, and survive solely on plasma fruit/plasma packs

Master the pipe organ skill

Tails:

It takes you to Moonwood Mill, where you are attacked by a werewolf, and as a result become one yourself. Your new bestial instinct makes you bitter and spiteful. You resent the human world you came from and how you were treated growing up. As a result you join the Wild Fangs, but that’s not enough. You decide that you will become the new leader of the pack, and lead your people into a radical and violent new era. You will wage war on the Moonwood Collective, as well as vampires, spellcasters, and humans alike.

Traits: Evil, Hot Headed

Aspiration: Wildfang Renegade 

Career: Secret Agent (Villain Path)

Goals:

Become a Werewolf

Join the Wildfangs

Completely cut ties with your old human family and friends

Become enemies with every vampire and spellcaster you meet

Fall in love with a werewolf within your pack

Become the leader of the pack, and defeat the Moonwood Collective’s leader in battle

Bonus Challenges:

Live in a haunted house

Be responsible for the death of the leader of the Moonwood Collective, Vlad, and at least 1 out of the three sages.

Complete the Lone Wolf branch of the aspiration after completing the Wildfangs branch

Gen 10 – Domestic Bliss

You hated being so different from all the other kids growing up. Your parent lived a life pursuing supernatural and political power, but all you want to do is settle down and live a peaceful, domestic life raising a family. You give up your supernatural nature and start a new, normal life with your partner. The question is: what kind of parent will you be?

Base Traits: Family Oriented

Base Requirements:

Master the parenting and writing skills

Heads: 

Your the fun parent! You love to take your kids on fun trips out of the house. Do they have homework to do? Yes, but you're only a child once, and you want to make sure they enjoy it. You might not be setting the best example for your kids, but you are their best friend, and that means the world to you.

Traits: Bro, Childish

Aspiration: Super Parent

Career: Writing Career (Author Branch)

Requirements:

Have at least 3 kids

Be Best Friends with all of your kids (if you don’t have a mod that allow you to have multiple best friends, just make sure the bar is entirely green with all of them)

Go on a fun outing with your kids at least once every three days

Write a children's book and read it to your children

Bonus Requirements:

Max the Bowling skill from taking your family out bowling so often

Max the invisible skating skill while out with your family

Tails:  

You are the strict parent! Your kids might hate doing homework and studying now, but they will thank you for it later. You love your child/children with all your heart, but you want to be sure that they’re prepared for life in the real world. You know you won’t be around to provide for them forever, and you want them to be ready when that day comes, even if that means being the bad guy sometimes.

Traits: Perfectionist, Neat

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Career: Freelance Writer

Requirements:

Have at most 2 children

Write a novel based on your child’s favorite genera and have them read it

Max all your child’s toddler skills so they get the Top Notch Toddler trait

Raise your child/children to have:

An A in school

A completed child aspiration

At least 3 character values maxed

Bonus Challenges:

Have your child join scouts and collect all badges

Complete all school projects your child receives

Have your child do extra credit at every opportunity

Have your child/all of your children go to university with a distinguished degree