#i was people pleaser sadly

[hiimtheproblem87times]

@seaa-lavenderr & @flareboi

Gotta remind myself that these mfs are awsome af

Ya'll are the reason im still going.

[peridoxikal-redux]

I just have a lot of feelings about the Builder

[vaguely-concerned]

just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2

[moodyseal]

I know I'll sound like a lunatic but I miss working in customer service SO MUCH. My favourite thing was when a random customer would approach me and go "Hey uh excuse me, do you know where I could find canned beans?" I have no fucking clue sir let's go find out

[moonknightproductions]

I wish I could say that I’m tired of being nice but I’m too much of a wuss to go apeshit

[theha1r]

not both lily & steve telling on mom to dad pls 😭

[deadly-espresso]

(appetite of a people pleaser, sarai nassif, butcher vanity)

Okay, you two need to share the cake...

ok appetite of a people pleaser x perfectly sweet was already ridiculous but wtf is this 😭

(if you're wondering why i ended up giving the butcher vanity protag a funky color scheme, i ended up merging her color palette between her music video design and this artwork by ricediety)

(edit: I sadly didn't realize this until now but I had misspelt される as されう so I went back to fix it)

[taylormarieee]

~Blowing off steam~

Summary: You and Daryl have been dating for a while now. You guys are on the road looking for supplies and you guys got into a fight before the trip. You both get into an argument again but this time it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst- Pure Smut

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, P in V sex, Unprotected Sex, Daryl and reader fighting, established relationship, reader is a little insecure, Angry Sex, Dom/Sub dynamics, predator/prey dynamic, degrading, orgasm denial, oral (F), fingering, squirting, creampie

A/N: This was a request by @murdadixon girl I'm sorry this took so long! Love you💋!

You are dating the hottest man you personally have ever seen. Daryl Dixon. He is such a softie.

To most people he is big and mean and intimidating but what they don't know is when he is with you, oh god he is such a big softie. A big cute teddy bear!

You guys hardly ever get into any arguments and if you do it's over tiny, stupid petty stuff. So you never thought that your big, lovable teddy bear would be this angry at you today. Let alone get into a fight on this fine morning.

"Ya never listen! Yer hard headed! All ya ever talk about is yer self!" Daryl yells at you.

"Well you are always closed off! What do you want me to do, huh!? Talk about your goddamn favourite color? Oh wait, you never told me!" You say venomously with a frown on your face.

"Daryl you realize you never tell me anything? You never fucking talk to me! So I talk about myself instead! Your always silent so I assume you wanna hear me speak! You never tell me to shut up!" You yell getting angrier by the second.

You will admit it, you and Daryl are not the same. Complete opposites actually. He was closed off, introverted. He always strayed away from the group to be alone.

Whilst you chose to be open, extroverted. You loved pleasing people. And sometimes you thought if Daryl hated that about you.

Sometimes boys mistook your kindness for flirting and Daryl would always yell at you about it so maybe that's what this arguments about.

"Yer so dumb! Maybe you should start learnin to shut the hell up!" He yells walking away leaving you standing there.

You instantly break down into tears and cry in your room. You run to the one person you bond with the most and has a husband. Maggie.

"M-maggie" You say your voice breaking as you continue to cry.

"Oh my god. What is it hun? Who hurt ya? What happened?" Maggie asks worried.

"It's d-daryl we got in a fight and Idk what to do. he said that i never listen to him or in general. He also said that I should just learn to shut up. Am I too much for you guys? Am I not good enough for him?" You ssk heartbroken.

"God no! You are the best friend I could ever have! You are nothing but joy in this dark world! You are a reminder of beth. I see her in you everyday." Maggie says smiling.

" Daryl is just being a dick! Leave him be but he's going on a run right now if you wanna make up with him?" Maggie says.

"Ok thanks Maggie again! I can always count on you to make me feel better!" You say waving as you walk away.

You see Daryl on his bike and hop on right behind him.

He grunts and asks what your doing. You don't respond to him and just look at your fingers and wait for him to drive off. He scoffs and eventually starts the bike and rides off.

You hold on to him and put your chin on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." You say.

"Fer what?" He asks. "Being a people pleaser and being so loud and talkative. I won't talk anymore if that's what you want." You say sadly.

"Ya think that's what I want?" Daryl asks

"Well no shit! You literally yelled at me about being to talkative and how I need to shut the hell up, or does none of that ring a bell? You hurt my feelings Dar" You say sadly.

"Well I mean, maybe you should just listen and maybe I wouldn't have yelled at ya."

"Are you fucking serious?! Stop the bike." You say about ready to walk back to Alexandria.

"I SAID STOP THE BIKE!" You yell a lot louder.

He stops the bike and you get off, pacing back and forth to try and control your anger. Boy Dixon really knew how to push your buttons.

"Are you serious Dar? I'm apologizing and you have the audacity to sit here and do this shit again!?"

He just stands there staring at your hips and the way they sway when you walk.

"Daryl Are you even listening?! But then you wanna yell at me about not listening. Huh very original Daryl."

Daryl still doesn't say anything and just walks closer to you.

"Boy! You really know how to get on my ner-" You start

"Shut up." Daryl says in a low voice getting closer to you.

"Dar what the hell your scaring me a bit." You say backing up from him.

He looks at you with hunger and lust and anger. A mix you have never seen before. You kinda like it but your also scared. He's like an animal hunting down his prey.

He grabs you and pushes his lips against yours. You try to push him away as your angry your conversation isn't over. You give in as he pins you to a tree.

He rips your flannel of and then rips your shirt off. He tears the shirt off your body and now your favourite white tee is ruined, Oh well. You take off his vest and start unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt.

You slide it off his strong shoulders and run your warm hands down his back, clawing at his back leaving scratches. He picks you up from your thigh and slips your panties off.

Pretty black lace panties. He stares at the in his hand before putting them in his jeans pocket. He rips his pants and boxers off revealing his raging, hard cock aching to be inside you.

"Yer ready for me sunshine?" He asks, poking the tip at your entrance. You nod eagerly whimpering for him to slide inside you. "Yes please Dar. I want you so bad." You whine.

"Nuh uh darlin, Yer not getting anything right now. I'm gon have to tease ya a bit for your little attitude." He says smiling trying to catch you off guard.

"Uh why Dar you were the one who called me du-" You try to finish before he slams his cock inside your tight, velvety walls. You scream out in pleasure as he rams into you at a hard and fast pace, his rhythm never faltering.

You cover your mouth to make sure no nearby walkers could hear you. "Nuh uh pretty girl, I wanna hear those sounds coming from that bratty little mouth as I fuck the shit outta ya.' He grunts.

You remove your hand as tears start to fall from your face. "Please go slower Dar." You whine out.

"Sorry, can't do tha'. Gonna fuck that attitude right outta ya." He moans out. You both are panting extremely hard. His thrusts push your back against. the bark of the tree. You dig your nails into his back moaning louder.

Daryl grunts and starts letting out breathy moans and whines. "Wanna breed ya so bad." Daryl grunts out. "Want ya to be mine. Have my children." He says, his mind getting foggy by he thoughts of you having his child.

You whine out, turned on even more by daryl's dirty words. "This what we was arguin for? So I could fuck ya like the lil slut you are?" He states.

You whine, "Oh f-fuck Dar. Oh shit, fuck I'm gonna cum Daryl"

"Nuh uh, sunshine yer on punishment. Hold it." Daryl grunts out stopping his movements. You cry out as the feeling. of your orgasm is slowly fading away.

"Ya understand? If ya cum without my permission, I'm not gon be so nice after." daryl warns clenching his jaw.

You nod your head and his movements are fast and fluid like the last time. His thrusts are more erratic as he feels his orgasm approaching. You continue to cry as your trying you best to hold your orgasm.

"Daryl can I please cum now?" You whine out seeking his approval. "Yea sunshine, go ahead." he says breathlessly. "Squirt for me baby." He says dark and seductively.

"Oh fuck. fuck, Im cumming Daryl!" You scream out with not a care in the world about who or what hears.

Daryl pulls out and sucks on your clit brining you to your orgasm faster. You start shaking involuntarily and squirt all over daryls face and in his mouth. He laps up your juices with his tongue and groans into your body.

He fingers you through your orgasm as you pull his face closer to your legs. He brings you down to the grassy floor and pulls out his fingers and removes his face shoving his aching cock back inside you.

His thrusts are never ending it feels like. He groans and moans, his little noises so sweet and adorable. God you love hearing him whimper. It truly is the hottest thing in the world. "Fuck baby, I'm gon cum right inside his tight pussy. Give you a baby right 'ere." He moans out, pushing down on your stomach.

You moan out feeling his cock slide in and out of you. He whimpers one more time before drawing out a long, drawled, "Fuuucckkkk!" Daryl drawls out you kiss his neck as he releases inside you.

His warm, sticky, white cum squirts ropes inside you. You feel the warm fluid release inside you. His thrusts are slow and loving this time as he tries to ride out his high.

He pulls out of you and starts to grab you guys clothes. Once you both are dressed you walk back to his bike. Before Daryl could mount his bike, your lightly grabbing his arm.

He turned to look at you.

"Dar, can you look at me? You're doing it again. Look, I'm sor-" He interrupts you.

"No, I'm sorry. I know yer sensitive and I shouldn't have said those things to ya. I'm sorry I didn't care bout' yer feelings. I was just so angry. So I'm sorry sunshine." He says looking down.

You hug him and kiss his neck. He wraps his hands around your waist and hugs you tightly.

The drive back to Alexandria was eventful. Daryl actually opened up and talked about himself.

When you arrived Maggie was standing there by the gate. you hopped off the bike and were on your way to go see Rosita. Maggie threw a thumbs up from afar and you smiled and did one back too.

She smiled and winked at you. You all went your separate ways and lived happily in Alexandria.

Taglist: @darylscvmdumpster @murdadixon @carlgrimesenthusiast @carlsdarling @sinsandsweetness @tied-in-a-knot @loveforcarl

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Eliot

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Reader

Warning: angst, sad lesbians, unrequited love, internalised homophobia, slight arguing, Bensler

“He’s yours!” I yelled as me and Olivia danced around the empty conference room “he’ll always be yours and I just” I shake my head glancing to the ceiling. “You’ll what?” She asked “I’ll just live with it” I shrugged looking at her “I’ll ignore my jealousy” silence fell between us.

Olivia sighed taking a seat on one of the tables “why do you even want Eliot, he’s too old for you” she spoke absentmindedly “it’s not Eliot that I wanted” I admitted. Olivia looked at me confused, I wrapped my arms around my waist my gaze locked on the closed door “so why?..why-how did this all happen?” She asked thickly.

“It’s all a misunderstanding Liv” I forced a small smile tears forming on my waterline prickling at the corners of my eyes. “Why would you be jealous of Eliot being mine then?” Her brows furrowed. “Because it’s not me” I whispered with a shaky breath “I don’t get it Y/n!” She cried running her hands through her hair only outside the door came patters of footsteps.

“I like you Olivia but you…you like Eliot” the tears fell quicker than I had expected without realising “this was never about Eliot” I whispered “oh Y/n” Olivia sighed sadly not letting her say anything else I swung open the door. “I wish I liked you that way” was all she said before I left I didn’t want to look back at her “I get it” I exhaled loudly before walking away.

It’s easier to force yourself with a man than to admit you like women, it’s the people pleaser in us to make others comfortable. It’s comfortable for you..nobody looks twice, they don’t think twice when they see you holding that mans hand. I wish I could blame Olivia but I couldn’t not when I had done it so many years before praying for anyone listening above to change my skin.

I loved Olivia.

I loved sin.

She loved Eliot.

She loved the security

[lowkeyrobin]

hey gonna say this shit one last time before I start turning down requests like this as a whole no matter how much I wanna do them, USE YOUR MANNERS. fanfic writers are not your personal writing maids, you can say please or thank you. the way I see some people on this app get zero respect from their inbox is insane and sadly I'm included in that. repeat after me, fanfic writers do not work for you!!!!

this isn't aimed at anyone in specific but it goes for anyone who sees it. treat writers with respect. we don't get paid for our work. we don't get anything other than maybe a handful of likes, a couple reblogs and maybe a comment. I rarely read anymore but when I do, the use of demanding wording turns me off so bad that I like and comment and leave a positive note in their inbox for having to put up with it

anyways be nice to content creators and use manners online. (this goes for ANY content creator, writers, artists, comedians, YouTubers, etc) even if someone denies your request, don't get pissy about it. and don't copy paste requests to other creators, it's demotivating to everyone in the community. anyway sorry for rambling, I need to stop being a people pleaser and allowing this kinda shit so I'm cracking down on it now. Just be nice, it's not hard. no one should wake up to demanding requests using phrases like "write me..." or "make it..." etc. were not ai 💀 were real people with real emotions and feelings.

anyway have a good day/night idek

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for @ohtobeleah, happy birthday, lovely, I hope you like it!

This is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.

Warnings: you’re just living near an American Navy base in this one, this is not proofread

Working at the gym as a woman was quite exhausting because men were just that, men.

You had lost count of the number of times men had catcalled you or undermined your expertise because they, of course, knew better.

It had started to not bother you any more, but what did bother you was the three open blocks in a row that you had scheduled, forcing you to get up at 3 am.

One of which was on your birthday, of all days.

The only comfort you had, and the only thing you were looking forward to on that particular day, was that your best friend was going to be there with you.

Jake Seresin had a tight schedule and led a busy life, but he always found time for you.

It was a blessing and a curse, really, to be good friends with the ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

While he was loyal to a fault, gorgeously handsome, witty and beautifully charming, those were also his downsides.

It wasn’t exactly easy to find a boyfriend with someone like him by your side and everyone thinking you were together.

You did little to negate those allegations, as you and Jake were very comfortable around each other.

Jake was a people pleaser, and so he also wanted to please you, which was why the 4am idea was born.

Really, you hated those early mornings at work and Jake knew as much, so he one day pledged to accompany you to your earlier shifts.

He had to work out before work anyway, and he felt like going with you would only make things better for the both of you.

You were quite happy even though you didn’t need the help, you nevertheless were grateful for him.

While he was, of course, in top form, he liked to see the gym as a hobby rather than a chore he did every day, going at it with a sense of joy that affected you as well.

You also didn’t mind seeing Jake in your gym because he was a familiar face, and definitely not bad to look at.

Yes, Jake was and always had been a good friend of yours, but if you were honest, you had to say that you were incredibly smitten with him.

You had thought of his pros and cons often, and you had thought of the pros and cons of being with him, even though you didn’t exactly pick up on any signals from him that showed that he liked you.

While Jake flirted with you on a daily basis, that had become your dynamic over the years, flirting back and forth shamelessly without a care in the world.

It meant something to you, but you couldn’t say if it did to him.

When you saw Jake’s beaming face on your birthday at four in the morning, the annoyance of having to get up early to do the early shift, with men that didn’t even come close to appreciating your work, a weight seemed to lift off your shoulders.

Holding a rose in between his fingers and grinning at you widely, Jake stood by the entrance of the gym, a gleam in his eyes when they met yours.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head when you came to meet him, pulling you into a hug and whispering a ‘happy birthday’ into the crown of your hair.

Close proximity to him always turned your knees to putty, and you were glad he was holding you to him tightly.

You mirrored his grin when you pulled apart, taking the rose from him and promising to put it in water as soon as you got the chance.

Then the work began, and with it the torment.

It wasn’t all that bad, you had gotten used to the comments and looks, and you weren’t about to be bothered by the egos of some men, but today was your birthday, which meant that the fuse for bullshit on this day was short.

Sadly, the men who were this early on your birthday were definitely up for bullshit.

Stares were only half of the problem to you, but to Jake Seresin they were more severe.

He knew men, so he thought from personal experience, and he hated the looks you got on a daily basis.

You were naturally beautiful and as a trainer at the gym, you had worked out enough to give your body curves that were quite enticing, to him and as he found out, to most men as well.

It was agonising for him to watch them look at you, but he knew you were more than capable of ignoring those antics.

Similarly, you managed to ignore comments from the most of them, but one of the idiots was extraordinarily persistent.

He was big and bulky and not at all your type, who was usually more like, well, Jake.

The guy seemed to follow you once your block was over, approaching you to talk to you.

He had already asked for your number and you had repeatedly said no, which he didn’t seem to care about.

While he was just another persistent customer to you, Jake didn’t like how he talked to you at all.

He moved towards you and the man and wrapped an arm around your waist possessively, which you would have blocked in any other situation.

You liked being an independent woman, but at that moment you welcomed Jake’s normally quite inappropriate possessiveness.

“I’d appreciate it if you respected my girlfriend enough to accept her no,” Jake said with a voice that was cold as ice, and the bulky man took a second to inspect him.

You weren’t quite listening to what he had to say any more, since Jake had called you a word he had never used to refer to you before.

The guy somehow gave up and left, mumbling under his breath as he went.

Jake lifted his arm and gave you a supportive glance, knowing that you weren’t quite happy with the situation.

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t have intervened. You’re more than capable of handling things yourself,” he apologised, but a small smile appeared on your lips, that seemed to grow in volume.

“You called me your girlfriend, Jake,” you said with a voice that seemed more like the reaction he would have expected from you, demanding an explanation for the mistake he had made.

Nevertheless, your smile spoke of something very different, which made Jake take a few seconds to analyse the situation.

His eyes drifted over your face to take in your expression while his mind went over what you had said, and that he had thought, up until now, that you didn’t like him back.

His heart began to race as he collected his courage, thinking of what to say next.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” He said, his hand going for the back of his neck to scratch it in a telltale sign of loss of confidence.

He breathed out a little heavier for a second before he continued.

“Did you like it?” He asked, his curiosity and pure hope driving him to be a little more confident than usual.

You didn’t think you had heard right, and your eyes bore into his.

“‘Coz I kinda did. And I thought that you might want to… would you want to go out with me?” He asked, both your hearts thumbing against your ribcages, and creating a beautiful concert for anyone who would have listened.

Your smile faded as your realisation hit, but after a second you began to nod, a grin appearing on your face that mirrored Jake’s usual cocky one.

“You want to go on a date with me?” You asked mockingly, and Jake chuckled at your hint of humour.

“And here I thought Jake Seresin didn’t date,” you added, and your grin couldn’t have been more prominent.

Jake was slightly confused by your antics, but he waited patiently for the yes he was desperately hoping to hear.

You quite enjoyed the way Jake was squirming internally, which you knew he was, but after a few seconds you let him breathe.

“Hell yeah, I’ll go out with you, flyboy,” you replied, and watched as Jake’s shoulders visibly sunk to a position of relaxation.

He struggled to fight the grin that was forming on his face, and gave up once he realised that you too were openly smiling in happiness.

“Alright, baby,” he began, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the nickname.

“Since it’s your birthday and all, would you mind if I’d take you out tonight?” He asked, and you nodded quickly.

“I’d really love that,” you replied and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before turning around, leaving him to stare at you while you walked away with the biggest smile on your face, and a heart that was lighter than feathers.

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[archangeldyke-all]

a request for butch tattoo artist sevika pls 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️

anon ur a genius!! i hope u like it <3

men and minors dni

in a modern au, i always filp flop on how to incorporate sevika's mechanical arm into her character. sometimes i think she has a prosthetic, but sadly prosthetics today can't move and function as well as her prosthetic in canon, so sometimes i think she just has severe nerve and tissue damage on her arm from a fire.

which is what we're gonna do for tattoo artist sev.

she starts getting into tattoos because of her arm. she struggles with its appearance, so she teaches herself how to do stick and pokes with household objects. she practices on oranges and bananas until she feels comfortable enough with it, then she starts tattooing her arm.

it starts with a few stars on her wrist, a lightening bolt on her pinky.

she likes it.

she likes it so much, that every time she feels especially depressed about her arm (about once a week) she adds a new tattoo. it always manages to cheer her up-- the ability to create something beautiful on something (she considers) mangled.

she starts sketching ideas for new tattoos-- skulls, flowers, various animals.

she starts practicing different fonts too.

eventually, when she's got about a quarter of her arm covered up in simple line art stick and pokes, she gives in and buys herself a tattoo gun.

within a year, she's got a full sleeve-- all done by herself.

her friends start asking her for tattoos, which leads to friends of friends asking for tattoos in exchange for money, which leads to silco finding her and offering her an apprenticeship at his tattoo and piercings shop.

she says yes without hesitation.

it's the first job she's ever had that she actually loves. once she's finished with her apprenticeship, she specializes in tattoos that cover scars-- whether they're from injuries, surgeries, or self harm.

seeing her clients cry in the mirror at the sight of their new art-- something beautiful drawn over a painful memory-- never fails to get her a little misty eyed herself.

she always wears wife-pleasers to show off her ink. even in the winter-- she'll bundle up under sweaters and coats until she gets to the shop where she strips down until her arms are bare.

she's not too fussy about her clothes-- prefers comfort over fashion. cargo pants, jeans, and sweatpants are her go-to's. she keeps her hair slicked back with gel, out of her face and behind her ears.

the first time you meet-- you almost pass out at the sight of her.

you'd come in for a piercing on your nostril. it had gone smoothly, silco instructing you to breathe in, then out as he shoved the needle through your skin. he shoved the stud in, and helped you stand when sevika walked in from her lunch break.

silco helped you sit back down, explaining that sometimes people get shaky from the shock and adrenaline. you nodded along, not wanting to tell him you were actually weak in the knees because of the woman standing before you.

sevika didn't notice you until you were checking out at the front desk. she nearly fucked up her client's leg tattoo she was so busy gawking at you. you caught her staring and smiled shyly, waving at her. she grinned.

sevika's silco's best artist-- which is why he doesn't give her any shit when she puts her gun down and tells her client "one second," before dashing out the store to follow you down the street.

"'scuse me!" she calls out. you whip around, shocked to see the handsome woman jogging after you. "i, um..." she gets choked up standing in front of you, nervous and cursing herself for being crazy enough to chase after a complete stranger.

"i like your tattoos." you say to fill the awkward silence as sevika tries to find her voice. a bashful smile creeps up her lips.

"yeah?"

"yeah." you say. "'specially this one." you say, pointing to the 'DYKE' knuckle tattoos on her left fingers.

sevika sputters and blushes, it takes her a solid minute to reply to you.

"do you... ever think about getting some of your own?" she asks eventually. you raise an eyebrow.

"who says i don't already have some?" you ask. she blinks, her eyes quickly scanning up and down your body like she's trying to figure out where, exactly, you were hiding your ink. she has to clear her throat and shake her head to stop the dirty thoughts from clouding her mind.

"well... if you ever want some more..." she says, nervously scratching the back of her neck. you giggle.

"i dunno. tattoos are pretty expensive, it'll be a while 'til i can save up for another." she deflates in front of you and you grin. "but, you know, dinner for two is much less expensive." you suggest. sevika's jaw drops.

you exchange names and numbers, sevika reluctantly returns to her work, only to be interrupted by a ping on her cellphone twenty minutes later.

sevika opens the message and grins when she sees a message from you. she opens it, and nearly falls out of her rolling stool when she sees a picture of your tits barely concealed by your lacy bra, a tattoo peeking out between them. you'd captioned the message: "sneak peek."

it's then that she realizes that she's found her soulmate.

[gingacat]

ok so.... i made a completely new character that is twisted from Glut the Shark

name: Iara Ketos

birthday: July 17 (Cancer)

age: 18

height: 195 cm

homeland: Coral Sea

grade: Junior

class: E

club: Soccer club

best subject: Flight

hobbies: Handicraft

pet peeves: People running from her

favorite food: Her mom's food

least favorite food: None

talent: Unintentionally slandering people

nicknames: Mademoiselle Requin (Rook) maybe I'll think of a better nickname later

Personality

Iara loves making new friends, she's sociable and friendly, and always gets excited to meet new people or talk to them, but tries her best to do so in a chill way.

As a kid, she used to be very hyper and extreme about everything, so when she tried to approach people, they always felt overwhelmed by all of her energy and avoided or ran from her. Not only they felt overwhelmed, but she's always been a person who's easy to misunderstand. If she's really happy, she talks very fast with a lot of energy and might seem like she's angry or aggressive.

This made Iara very self-conscious, so she's been trying to learn how to control herself and not be so hyper about everything, toning all of her energy down. She's been trying really hard to be chill, and it's kind of working, but she's not happy with that, after all, she's not been true to herself.

Iara doesn't measure her kindness, but she's also a people pleaser and the kind of person that goes with the flow. She tends to be very considerate of other people's feelings, which means that even if she disagrees with something, she might agree just because it'll make them happy.

This leads to funny situations because, while she always tries to be nice, there are sometimes when she either says something worded in a very bad way that ends up sounding like an insult, or her inner thoughts escape out loud and she proceeds to accidentally slander people when just one second ago she was praising them.

Despite that, Iara wants to love people and to be loved back, not in a romantic way, she just wants genuine, real friends, people she can count on, and who can count on her too.

Sadly enough, not only because of her appearance (she's hella tall, so people are intimidated) but also because she's toning down her personality so much, she still hasn't had much success in making friends. Also, NRC might not be the best place for that...

Background

Iara had a happy childhood inside of her home. Her family was composed of her mother, father, three younger siblings and two older siblings.

Iara was the middle child, which means that she could get jealous of not only her older siblings, but also the younger ones too. Still, it was fun growing up with them, everyone would sometimes fight, but would also take care of each other.

Of course Iara would expect everyone from outside of her home to be as nice as her siblings, but she quickly realized that she was wrong. In fact, people were scared of her. When she first went to school, not only the other children were scared of her, but the teachers were too.

She's a shark-mer after all. No matter how sweet sharks can be, their reputation of being murderous and aggressive monsters will always speak louder.

Still, she tried to make friends. The moment she opened her mouth to smile to another kid, the kid started to cry. (lmao poor Iara) Iara immediately closed her mouth, confused but also sad.

Still, Iara didn't give up. But if it wasn't her smile that would turn people off, it was her crazy amount of energy. She had so much energy that she couldn't stay still, so her behavior always annoyed all of her teachers. If she wasn't annoying them, she was annoying the other kids, because she was simply overwhelming to them and no one could keep up with her. If she talked, she would talk too much and just not stop, for example.

Her strength was also a bother to people. She was a walking disaster who would accidentally break everything she touched, simply because she didn't know how to control her strength. When she tried to play with other kids, she would always accidentally hurt them — and this was the last thing she ever wanted, but she did it so many times that everyone assumed she was doing it on purpose.

Over time, Iara grew up to be fond of handicraft. She just likes making handmade things, it's something that helps to pass the time and helps her improve her management of strength. She feels very proud of the little trinkets she makes.

In order to find inspiration to make new handmade things, Iara would always wander around the Sea to see if she could find the things that would fall from the mainland above. She is a curious person and always loved discovering new things.

One day, she found Prince Rielle, who was also looking for trinkets that are dropped from above. Of course Iara knew who he was, but still didn't care about his status and wanted to befriend him. After all, he looked really nice and they both seemed to share the same interest.

But she ended up getting too excited and Rielle just got scared of her and ran away. Iara didn't even think anything about it, she was like "well he's a Prince, of course he doesn't want to mix with people from lower classes". But then she got sad lmao.

Still, Iara never gave up on trying to improve herself and stay positive, working hard on her flaws to be someone better.

Unique Magic

Pierce your Heart

Iara, with much ease, can break anything, literally anything, being it hard like metal or soft like a marshmallow, even diamonds, with her teeth, and without hurting herself. If she bites a person while casting this spell, well it won't be pretty...

Some other info

Iara loves soccer. The moment she got legs and feet she was like "I CAN KICK STUFF????" and got super excited. SHE LOVES RUNNING AND LOVES KICKING STUFF!!!

She quickly became very good at soccer and, surprisingly enough, a lot of people joined the club after they saw how great she was, because she inspired them (and also incited everyone's competitive spirit).

Are these people her friends? No, they just want to compete against her. But she appreciates their presence.

Flight classes are also something that she loves. She finds it so dope to like... fly??? On a broom, but still fly. And she probably loves doing crazy tricks with the broom while flying (she probably fell in front of everyone a shitton of times, but she doesn't care).

While she definitely doesn't have the best scores out of all students from Octavinelle, Iara is carrying them when the subject is P.E.

The only thing she's scared of at school is receiving a ball on her face, since her nose is pretty sensitive.

Iara has a heightened sensitivity to smells, and sometimes some thoughts can escape out loud and she ends up saying things like "yeah, but you should brush your teeth ASAP" or "i can tell what you had for lunch, it doesn't smell pleasant" or even "your perfume is cheap" without even realizing. She feels so horrible after this, though.

People get really mad at her insults, but they don't really do anything about it because 1 - they're scared of her, and 2 - she's huge and could win from them in a fight.

Also, Iara can get mad and very angry, but she represses all of her anger, since she's aware she's scary enough for being a shark-mer, so she doesn't want to act aggressive. She often cries in her room when she feels emotionally overwhelmed, because she just... can't express her anger or any negative feelings/thoughts.

She's just a huge girl who's trying her best to not cause harm to anyone.

Iara LOVES her siblings and parents, and loves meeting them, since with her family she can always be herself. She can be aggressive, because they are aggressive too and don't mind it. She can be angry, sad, energetic, playful, shout however she wants and show all of her sides and she'll be loved by them — they are the same as her, after all.

Iara's voice claim: Wakana Shiki from Love Live (though Iara's voice sounds a lot more energetic when she is with her family).

Iara is bigender and doesn't mind being referred to as a guy or when others use he/him to refer to her. Most characters use male pronouns to refer to Iara (including the Octatrio, they refer to her as a "that guy") and some don't even know that she's biologically a girl. When she speaks tho, people get really confused because of her voice.

[harmoonix]

🌺Your 7th house and the things you tend to attract in a relationship

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Aries in the 7th house

Romance/Intensity

Wants to be dominated/wants to be the dominant in the relationship

Intensity situations

Sometimes they can attract partners with a high dominant energy (sometimes even too dominant in extreme)

Jealousy/Jealous partners

Taurus in the 7th house

Expensive relationship

The relationship can be grounding/healthy for both partners

Food lovers/people who like to take you out to eat/for a snack

Possesive partners/stalkers

Their love language can be buying things/gifts for their partners

Gemini in the 7th house

Flirting (you can often find people flirting with you, or people flirting with you without realizing)

Friendly/funny/naughty/horny jokes from people either partners

Communicative/sociable people

Attracting people you can have a lot of fun with

Your partners can have a really pretty voice

Cancer in the 7th house

Nurturing Partners/healers

People who treat you like their mom

Comforting partners/because of your warm aura

Partners who want/need your physical touch or nurturing/love

People who want to share their love with you

Leo in the 7th house

Partners who adore you/put you on an a pedestal

People who have too much pride in them/selfish people/narcisists

Partners who can spoil you

Worshiping kink

Their partners can hold a lot of attention upon them/popular partners

Virgo in the 7th house

Teacher vibe of partners (their partners can teach them a lot of things)

People who like to criticize others/judge

People who can have a lot of anxiety/shy people

Organized partners/partners who know what they want from life

Perfectionist people/partners

Libra in the 7th house (Libra is at home in this house)

Romantic partners/partners who can be very flirty talking

People can use you for their benefits (Unevolved Libra in the 7th house can be a people pleaser)

Partners who can possess art talents/their partners can be very talented

Harmony and peace

Attached people

Scorpio in the 7th house

Loyal partners/people

Sensual parntners

Posesive and jealous partners (sometimes even obsessive partners)

Sadly sometimes these people can attract toxic people/partners too

People with insecurities/ relationships tend to have many lessons

Sagittarius in the 7th house

People who seek for freedom

Partners who love freedom/adventurous partners

These people can attract a lot foreign people from other countries/cultures

People with strong beliefs (sometimes people who are too obsessed with religion)

Generous and giving partners

Capricorn in the 7th house

Succesful relationships/partners

Strong minded people

People who can compliment/spoil/treat them like a queen/king

Serious partners (partners who are sure about them and about their relationships)

Traditional kind of partners

Aquarius in the 7th house

Something is unique about their partners

Can met a lot of people on internet (sometimes even partners and have an online relationship)

Friends - then - lovers relationship

Highly influence/can influence others

Dynamic relationships

Pisces in the 7th house

Intuitive people/partners

Lovely partners/people with this 7th house sign can attract twin flames/soulmates energy

Breakups can affect these people very deep

People who can have certain additions

People who can attach to them very fast (Neptune's energy)

🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺

Greetings queens and kings🌹!Today's post is kind of unique because i regularly post notes and i wanted to try something different in a good way.

The sign you have in your 7th house can influence your relationships and it can be every type of relationship you have 🌺

I hope you all have a good start of week and you spend a lot of time with the people you love and hope you spend a lot of time doing the things you like to do!🌹🌺

[vampykween]

cannot stop thinking about miscommunication between reader and ghost 🤭

like imagine being such a people pleaser for ghost that he gets mad at you for doing it but doesn’t tell you that he’s mad because he hates seeing you slowly wear out for him 🤭

honey <3 i could kiss ur little brain omg! the way this had me typing non-stop as soon as i got out of class!!! also this hits so hard for me because i am exactly this type of person yikes! and im sorry because i think i kinda derailed this from ur original idea, oops! hope you enjoy anyway <3

there was a nervous out growing in your stomach, something was wrong and you weren’t sure what. 

simon’s usually warm demeanor towards you had been replaced by the hardness of his moniker ‘ghost’. he was acting stand offish, barely giving you anything besides one-word answers, and sigh deeply at you when you tried to pry. you suddenly felt sick to your stomach, had you not been so good to simon, perfected yourself to be the very best for him? if he didn't love you, then who ever would?

~ 

it was unbearably painful to watch you tear yourself to shreds trying to impress simon. he knew how you were, how you wanted so badly to be the best for everyone. but somehow you were never able to just be the best for yourself. over the year that simon has known you, he has watched you hallow out into the shell of the person you once were, or the person you could actually be had you not tried so hard to be his best little lap dog. 

there was a war raging in his mind, how could you do this to yourself. strip yourself of the soul that made him fall in love with you, to what? be perfect for a man as defiled and beaten down by life as him. 

~ 

after a dragging day of tedious paperwork and training sessions, simon was more than ready than to sink into your embrace. perhaps cuddle up and rewatch love,actually for the millionth time - a favorite of yours. but when he shed his boots by the door he was confused as you usually would trot down the stairs by now to greet him. maybe you were napping? he called out your name and when was met with resounding silence his heart began to race; had the day finally come? had his gruesome nightmares finally become his reality? 

he reached the door to your shared bedroom and frantically threw open the door and his heart plummeted momentarily, until he picked up on the faint sound of your crying behind the bathroom door. 

“love? are you okay?” the lights were off and when he tried the doorknob it was locked. what could’ve possibly happened in the hours he was gone to make you lock yourself away from him? 

“darlin’ please just open the door, i’m worried ‘bout you,” your boyfriend pleaded sadly. 

you let out a shaky huff and managed to unlock the door from where you were crouched down near the vanity. he moved towards you instantly, only able to make out the tear stains on your face and the redness of your eyes from the subtle light pouring in from the bedroom. you turn away from him, feeling unnerved by his concerning gaze. 

“please…don’t look at me, just go away,” you mumbled weakly. you hated him seeing you like this: pathetic and emotional. if he gave you just a minute more alone you could compose yourself and go back to being his perfectly poised girlfriend. 

“‘m not gonna leave, there’s clearly something’ goin on with you baby.” 

the thickness of his accent always strengthens when he’s soft with you as if he’s reaching deep into his soul and pulling from a time when he was sweetest; a young little boy from manchester, accent think and yearning for love. you could feel your throat constricting and your eyes pooling with more fat tears, and suddenly the dam bursts and you wail into his chest. 

“please- please don’t leave me, i promise i’ll be better. i’ll do anything, please i can’t-,” you’re cut off by a deep hiccup and simon grasping your face in his hands- not painfully but commanding you to look into his eyes. 

“love, what- why do you think i would leave you? and be better? what are you on, what would you need to be better about?” 

you stare at him with wide eyes, puzzled by his response. you had been expecting him to tell you this was it, that he was finally done with putting up with someone who would never be good enough for him. 

“you’ve been so distant with me lately. i thought i wasn’t being good enough for you. that i wasn’t good enough for you. im trying so hard to be better, be different, be the best for you and i’m sorry-“ 

“stop, oh my god, stop it please.” the older man effectively halts your self deprecating monologue. “it hurts me, that you think you wouldn’t ever be enough for me when you’re everything i’m not even sure how i even deserve. and i’ll admit i’ve been distant, but only cause i’m frustrated at you. not because i don’t love you, but because i do and everyday i watch you carve out pieces of yourself in order to please me. and love,” he wipes at the tears steadily flowing down your cheeks and smooths down your hair. “i  hate seeing you rid yourself of everything i love about you, to turn yourself into something i never asked you to be.” 

you’re taken aback by your boyfriend’s response. it never occurred to you that he might just love you for who you are, that you didn’t need to change in order for him to want you around. maybe you feel this way because your past partners always ‘loved’ you best when you were the exact copy of their mothers or whatever completely unattainable standards they had. maybe you’re sat sobbing in your boyfriend’s arms because you couldn’t read his emotions well and your mother was a minefield to be around and you never knew what to anticipate. but you also know that despite your shitty past and his, you have someone looking you in the eyes and saying ‘there’s nothing i want more than you as you are’. 

you wipe at your face, as if you could wipe away the pain of insurmountable self-hatred and trauma. “okay, i’m okay. so, you do still love me? because i swear simon i can do whatever you ask of me, i just can’t- i just can’t bear for you to not love me.” despite his earlier words you’re still grappling with the need to please him, to be so good he has no choice but to love you forever and to never leave you. 

“my love, i loved you yesterday, today, and will love you every day for the rest of my life. i can’t let you kill yourself, just to make me happy. in fact, it doesn’t make me happy at all. i love you for who you are, and that’s not gonna change, yeah?” 

you know that if you try to speak, you’ll try to fight him on this, so instead you nod your head fervently until he pulls you until a bruising kiss, that momentarily melts away all your worries. 

[honeytraits]

Searching for Love!

Modeste Ward: A Bachelorette Challenge

Born and raised in Del Sol Valley to Judith Ward and a presumed one-night stand, Modeste has been in the limelight from birth, following in her mother's footsteps as an actress.

You'll often find her strolling the streets of the Valley or enjoying San Myshuno, cameras and crowds in tow.

Modeste has a talent for embracing her fame, though it's a double-edged sword. Sims fainting? Probably near Modeste. Teens clamoring for autographs? That's Modeste. A famous baseball player caught in a steamy exchange with a Ward in her car? Definitely not Modeste.

In relationships, Modeste seeks kindness but hasn't always been treated well. A hopeless romantic, she craves attention from anyone, regardless of how they treat her.

Entry Guidelines: All Genders are welcomed, we welcome all races, etc! Be diverse! Go semi-crazy with your sims lore! Must be Young Adult/Adult sims! Humans only sadly :C I own all packs! If you have any CC, please add them in tray files or however its done, i'm not quite sure.. but make sure its maxis match! No romantic trait, everyone is looking for romance here! At least one negative trait! Add hobbies, likes & dislikes, or sim characteristics This is all for good fun and I thought this would be a great way for people to show off their sims! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! One outfit per category, please! When entering, when you pose your entry, please use the tag: #modestebachelorette or just tag me!

Contestants: 1. Cole Bautista (@simsinfinitylt) 2. Pixie O'Grady (@invisiblequeen) 3. Cassie King (@deathclawfaggot) 4. Harper Levine (@changingplumbob) 5. Skye Robin Langley (@daedriyth) 6. Plearnpichaya Petchsutee (@dridsimsheart) 7.

No deadline, I'm accepting entries until I get 7 sims! Send me a private dm so you can be slotted! First come, first serve!

Meet Modeste Ward she/her | twenty-three Pansexual

High Maintenance Snob Materialistic

likes - money, duh - ballet concerts - retail therapy - extravagant parties - expensive getaways - physical touch

dislikes - cold weather - dogs - spicy foods - her mother Judith (sometimes) - rude people

Fun Facts

Modeste knows ballet but its a hidden talent of hers She loves spoiling/being spoiled people that are close to her she wants to be a ballet dancer instead of a fashion model she's somewhat of a people pleaser to her mother and other celebrity friends she has.

….she has some mommy issues

Modeste is looking for her Miss/Mister right, will you be them?