#id get a barbie set

[ruthlesslistener]

actually looking back on it it was kinda funny that i turned out trans because as my parents first child (and also an accident), they had no fucking idea what to do so they defaulted to getting me all the most stereotypical female disney princess shit and baby dolls and barbies for the first few years of my life, only to find out that i was an absolute gremlin of a creature who loathed everything they gave to me and wanted nothing more than to play Lets Behead Baby with hot wheels and war with dinosaurs and scribble blood all over my lunchbox because it was covered in disney princesses and i fucking hated disney princesses. like i was the most difficult fucking kid and i know it (part of it was the undiagnosed autism), but i also came out of the woumb already knowing i was a boy and fighting everyone who tried to tell me otherwise as viciously as a little kid could

[timeisacephalopod]

You know what, I had my doubts about the Barbie movie and feminism but it was a lot more explicit than I thought it'd be. A little cartoonish and on the nose sometimes but also it's in the middle of a movie about a kids toy so it balanced it's sometimes heavy handedness with a BUNCH of funny as shit jokes.

Ken is my son and I love him, and I was delighted by his story arc and Goslings performance. Fantastic casting choices all around! Also starting it like 2001 A Space Odyssey was a fuckin brilliant choice, half pisstake half genuis way to introduce your world and the occasional narrator the movie has.

[vampfucker666]

i told myself no more dolls. BUT. monster ball clawdeen. she has a purple suit with fuckoff big puffy sleeves AND BROWN HAIR.... are u kitten me right meow!! she is like 30 dollars though which is a bit much so im gonna gamble on getting her later on discount.

[nymphomatique]

your nerd miguel fics are so good i didnt even know id like dom!reader this much

imagine slutty!reader getting ready for another party and she's barely wearing anything, pretty tits n ass spilling out of her clothes. she's leaning forward over the vanity to do her make up, and miguel cand help but get distracted from (her) homework, and just looks at her plump ass peeking from under her flimsy skirt. he begs her to let him rub himself on her and with hesitant hands he grips her hips and dryhumps her like a dog in heat

well, yes!

cw: slight dom!fem reader, sub!miguel yall know the vibes, me indulging in fashion for a moment, dry humping, miguel cums in his undies, this one’s a lil sweet i fear, awkward ending soz, edited AND proofread y’all 🙏🏾 (can’t guarantee no mistakes however)

wc: 1.6k

❤︎ a/n: i’m a dirty liar and forgot to upload this yesterday but!! she’s here and she was a labour of love! everyone who survived the great barbie drought of winter 2023-2024 gets a pin and goodie bag at the door. nevertheless, enjoy!! 💋

“hey, four eyes, this dress or should i wear a skirt instead?”

brown eyes you’ve come to know so well, more than you’d like to admit, flit up to meet yours momentarily until they look at the two articles of clothing hanging on hangers between your manicured fingers. in one hand, a mesh cut out dress with a deep plunging neckline, and a khaki mini skirt in the other.

“um, skirt. y-you looked pretty in it when you bought it, so um- you should wear it,” miguel mumbles, a pink tint sweeping its way lightly across his face. you’re feeling particularly sweet on him today. it’s been hard to keep your eyes off him as of recent, his chiseled jaw, thick lips, and who could ever forget the resplendent pools of brown that takes form of his eyes. eyes that make your face heat up, setting your body ablaze and feeling feverish under the slightest of glances.

he’s classically handsome, that much you won’t deny, as much as it kills you.

you silently take his suggestion in heed, quietly stripping in front of him to change into the skirt he suggested, and pulling on a black long sleeved crop to to match. you silently lament on the memory of the day you bought the skirt, how you had dragged miguel by his shirt alongside you that day to the mall to sit and watch you buy clothes at any and every store, designer or department, and shuck your bags into his strapping arms. you had wandered into miu miu, miguel trailing not too far behind you with your bags from blumarine, versace, cavalli and more comfortable in his hands. he sat patiently in the waiting chairs as you picked up an array of shirts and skirts and accessories, until you were ready to try them on. miguel sat and watched as you said no and turned your nose up at nearly everything until you tried on a khaki skirt, sitting so low on your hips the straps of your red thing peeking above the waistband.

you turned and twirled in the mirror, admiring the skirt on yourself until you turned to miguel himself, walking up to him as he’s sat to ask him, “you like it?” and like it he does, a hefty hand trailing up from your thigh to your hip, tapping your your hip softly. “you know i do, baby,” and you giggle at his answer, twirling for him before walking back the dressing room to change, not before biting your lip and beckoning miguel to follow at your heels with a pink painted acrylic nail. and follow he does, because he’s such a good boy.

you feel roused at the memory of your dressing room quickie in the same skirt you’re wearing now. and you’re sure miguel feels the same, and you don’t miss the opportunity to provoke him at any moment.

you bend over, slow but curt, fixing up your makeup in your large vanity while your ass sits out in direct display, the short fabric of the skirt lifting as you bend. your black thong is made visible as you bend and wiggle you hips. you steal small glances in the mirror to where miguel is on your bed, sitting in a sea of linear calculus books, and sure enough the methods of linear are long forgotten to focus on your exposed backside. you giggle and turn your head to look at him, and his lips purse when he realizes he’s been caught. before he can sputter anything out, you stand and turn to him and ask him, “see something you like, dontcha?”

a silent swallow and a nod is miguel’s response, his growing erection answer enough for you.

“beg me for what you want.”

and there’s a brief fleeting moment after the words leave your lips. an unspoken fervour in the air, perhaps a mix of what hasn’t been said and all that’s left to say about the two of you. you feel hot, your gaze burning through miguel’s clothes, burning his skin all the way across the room. you want him, you want him, you want him. and he’s looking back at you, a subdued but still present lust in his eyes. you see the submission, his compliance. yes, mistress.

his knees hit the floor, and then his rough palms follow suit and he’s crawling towards you until he’s not, and his sat like a good little boy in front of you painted feet, and he does what you ask, he begs for your touch, your taste, your mercy.

“please let me touch you, i need it, please please please. can i have it? can i touch you, mommy? i don’t even have to be inside you, j-just your touch and i can- i can cum. please? oh god please-“ miguel babbles, his hulking form looking up at you from the floor. you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your chest. he just needs your touch. you card a hand through his thick wavy locks, gripping at the nape and pulling his head up to look at you.

“just need my touch, hmm?” you look at him and he nods. whimpers. so fucking pathetic. “i’ll let you hump me like you want. my subservient little puppy needs it, huh?” you coo mockingly. a string of yes’s and thank you’s leave miguel’s lips and you get up and turn around, bending over to brace yourself on your vanity.

you’re fully presented for miguel, and there’s an empty beat of stillness between you both, you make eye contact with him in the mirror and quip, “gonna keep me waiting?” and he knows better than that. he’s up on his feet, unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans down and off him, standing in his boxers, swollen and full with his erection. he moves behind you, placing his hands on either sides of your hips.

“no ma’am.”

you can’t help but pulse in anticipation. you look at him in the mirror and find that he’s looking at you already and you feel yourself heat up. please don’t make me wait anymore, you think. like he’s read your mind, miguel’s covered erection is pressed up against the gusset of your panties, perfectly slot between your ass cheeks.

and experimental hump sends you bouncing forward a little, your breasts jiggling a bit, a soft sigh of satisfaction leaving you. finally. another hump, miguel’s strong hands pulling your hips back towards his crotch and you gasp a bit and the pleasure. another thrust of hips, and again, and again until it becomes a steady rhythm of soft sighs and low groans. and it goes on from a thrust to a trust and grind, and oh! the meat of miguel’s dick rubs up against your clit and you can’t help but moan.

your moans are joined by miguel’s whimpers, his hips rocking so intensely it has you burning up inside so much that you think you might cum from the stimulation. “s-so good baby, fuck,” miguel let’s out and you keen at his praise. you’re so good, you’re his baby. you push and grind your hips up in time with his, feeling yourself begin to soak through your panties and maybe onto miguel’s dark boxers. you can’t hold yourself together anymore, feeling yourself come apart so you drop your head onto your vanity’s surface, hoping to salvage some semblance of your pride.

the thick hands on your hips move to find purchase within your skirt, grabbing fistfuls of the short fabric before pulling your hips back with a staggering strength. you feel your knees buckle a bit, and your head shoots back up with an accompanying moan.

miguel pulls you down while pushing himself up into you and it feels so fucking good. your palms feel clammy and you feels as if you’re still sanding by the grace of god. every nudge of your clit feels as if it’s short circuiting your motor functions temporarily and you feel so overwhelmed to the pleasure, you can do nothing but succumb to it, and the man granting you it.

“m’gonna cum miguel. so good, so fucking good. wish you were inside me so i can feel you. wish you could feel me cum around you. f-feels so good please don’t stop! i’m gonna- oh!” you’re mumbling and babbling incessantly, canting hips and soft whimpers that turn into heavy groans only further pushing you past your limit through this titillating pleasure.

“fuck, gonna come with you baby. come with me, please mommy i need it,” miguel moans. his hands release your skirt and dig into your hips once more and you’re sure you’ll find salacious marks there in the morning but you don’t care, not when you’re so close.

a particular hard thrust sends you reeling forward, head almost hitting your mirror and you can’t help but give out within your legs. you feel them shake and almost go numb at the pleasure. you’re left helpless, cumming violently and soaking the fabric separating both you and miguel as miguel continues his assault against your poor pussy. he fucks it- humps it?- raw, overstimulating you to the point of pain when finally he finishes with a final thrust, his nails digging into the meat of your curvature. you feel his cum seep through the material of both of your arguments and you moan as it hits the gusset of your thong.

miguel lets go of your hip and you wobble a bit, using your upper body upon your desk to stabilize you. you’re both panting and heaving, taking in the intense and carnal display of lust between the two of you. you’re quiet before you hear miguel pipe up, breathlessly, pulling you from your daze.

“thank you, mistress.”

smug bastard.

[motherfricker]

"annoying" what if i went insane.

last song: i can see you by taylor swift

last movie: nimona (2023)

currently watching: like nothing i think. ocean's eleven? but also lego batman

currently reading: the great gatsby

currently craving: 4 good marks in exams haha </3

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Last movie: The Seventh Seal (1957)

Currently watching: I started watching some Netflix show called Vinland (I think?). The kid was incredibly annoying so I stopped.

Currently reading: A Little Life, written by Hanya Yanagihara (pray for me)

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[loveshotzz]

pretend i wrote this when you were sick - pretend it's also not this long. also sorry if it looks like there are parts missing.

He's on his third call while he waits at the door in the early spring breeze, unbottoned work shirt billowing with him -- silently chastising himself for not throwing on a sweater since you told him to do it before he left. He presses the bell again, hearing it go off in the house for the second time, anxiety brewing in his chest. He'd never seen you so sick, and even though the doctor said it was just a bad flu, seeing you in bed like this made his heart pound. He wasn't sleeping, had been working from home the past few days. He'd set up shop right outside the hall of the bedroom, ignoring his office so he could hear if you called out to him -- Bandit dutifully keeping watch over you at the end of the bed. It was something he wasn't expecting to affect him like this, his thoughts getting clouded with the sound of hospital monitors and oxygen machines.

You did your best to understand and assure him you're okay -- you're just kind of a baby about being sick. Lucky for Steve, he's been loving a chance to get to baby you - despite the ache it causes to see you like this.

But the babying would start even quicker if the front door of the house he was in front of would open.

"Honey, am I gonna have to file a report? You can't just be showing up to my house -- I got a wife at home," the tease comes from a familiar smoky voice, "Do you really want her to find out about us?"

"I called three times," Steve huffs, "I said I'd only be gone for ten minutes."

"Do you really think she's counting? She's probably asleep. Plus, you're a minute man," Eddie winks, beckoning him into the house, "And if she calls you can run right home, you're around the fuck--effing corner."

"Yeah, you're around the effing corner, Big Guy," Gwen's tiny voice repeats from the island in the kitchen.

"Gwendolyn," Eddie warns. "Sorry," she whispers back, "I won' say id again."

"Thank you, doll," he smiles, "Can you ask mommy to bring the soup and meds we packed up for your aunt so we can give it to Steve?" She patters away with her light up sneakers glinting pink and purple with every step, disappearing into the house only to run back winded a few minutes later. "Mommy said you have two hands that work just fine so you can get it," she smiles, not fully understanding what she means, "And then she said to say please after. Please!"

Steve snorts, "Yeah, loser, go grab my shi--stuff."

Eddie rolls his eyes, "Whatever."

As her father leaves, Gwen climbs back up on the bar stool and looks up at Steve curiously, "So when does she get to come back over?"

"When she feels better, angel," he smiles, "Why?"

She shrugs, "I dunno, I like when she comes over 'cause then it's not just you."

His mouth gapes with a smile, "What do you mean? Am I not enough for you?"

Gwen shrugs in the way four year olds shrug when they're feeling sneaky, "She's juss funner, Big Guy." "Do you hear this?!" Steve gasps as Eddie re-enters, "She doesn't think I'm as fun."

"You haven't been playing 'Cool Barbies' with her, lately," Eddie shrugs, popping the two tote bags filled with sick day amenities on the table, "Ow, ow Lu, don't pull daddy's hair, please." "It's okay Luce, you can do whatever you want," Steve coos to the baby on Eddie's hip, grabbing the bags and putting them over his shoulder. He leans forward to kiss her only for Eddie to step away.

"Dude, not with your potential flu germs -- they're picking up enough sh--stuff at daycare," Eddie says, taking the baby's pudgy hand and waving, "Say byyyyeee Big Guy." "Bah," Lucy gurgles in her post nap haze, head resting heavily on Eddie's shoulder. "Bye, Big Guy," Gwen smiles, hugging him at the knees, "Tell Auntie-I-said-hi-and-I-miss-her-and-love-her-and-that-she-is-so-pretty-and-that-I-have-new-Barbies."

"I will tell her, thank you for the message," Steve nods, chest hammering again at the thought of you sick and bed without him. He flicks his head up at Eddie, "Tell Peach I said hi."

"Yeah, I'll tell her somethin' alright," he half grumbles, hoisting Lucy higher up on his hip. Steve blows Gwen a kiss before making it back to you in the quick trip is takes to get back to your place. He knocks softly before stepping in, hearing your soft 'hm?' that sets his whole body a buzz with affection. "I have..." he starts, opening the bags, "Two quarts of Peach's famous 'sick soup', a shit ton of orange juice, 800mg motrin, a card from Gwen, a drawing from Gwen, three new pairs of fuzzy socks, a toy for Bandit? Okay..." He lists off the rest of the care package before looking at you with a smirk, "And absolutely nothing for me." "I can gib you someding," you murmur out with a stuffed nose, "I can gib you a kiss." "Ooh, how about I give you a kiss tough girl?" he asks, chestnut hair falling into his eyes as he leans down to kiss your forehead. His lips are warms against your clammy skin, enough to soothe you back into a cozy half sleep under the covers, "How're you feelin'?" "Dired," you admit, "Bud I could really use thad soup." "Okay," he nods, "I'll heat it up for you." He gets back to the door looking back with a soft gaze on you, thinking of Lucy's face and how it looks when you hold her on your hip, how you look when you play Barbies with Gwen. How it would look when there's a baby that's the perfect blend of the two of you bouncing on your lap, when there's a baby monitor in the bedroom, when you're both complaining about germs at daycare. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it before going downstairs. Right now, babying you is just enough.

CAROL!!!! Stop 😩 I physically cannot handle this amount of yearning. What have you done to me?!? I’m still sick (it won’t go away) so this was still perfect. Of course he’s imagining getting me pregnant while taking care of me, ILL GIVE THAT OLD MAN ANYTHING HE WANTS!!

Also shout out to the number one couple here and that’s ocs!eddie and airwiy!steve. I love that the little glimpse we get of them living close to each other now and the little growth of the munson family 🥺

[the-liberal-lion]

Janel's article that she wrote for Airmail.News

Tangled Up in The West Wing

On the 25th anniversary of Aaron Sorkin’s beloved political drama, Janel Moloney—who played the idealistic Donna Moss—grapples with the show’s role in her life

By Janel Moloney

September 14, 2024

Reading Time: 4 minutes

The other day, an overcast but hot Sunday, I blow-dried my hair, put on makeup for once, and took my kids uptown. My husband and I were taking our 12- and 14-year-old sons to the Paley Center for Media, in New York City, where there was an exhibition celebrating the 25th anniversary of the premiere of The West Wing. The ticket guy, pale with thick round glasses and a swipe of sandy hair, asked me if I was a fan. I told him yes, I most definitely was.

As we walked into the exhibition, the boys teased me about not being recognized. I told them to stop, that it was just his job, that last week there was a Barbie show and next week was Sponge Bob, so shush, he can’t know us all.

I walked up to the enormous mural of the cast stretched across the museum’s lobby, my hands perched on the shoulders of Brad Whitford, who played Josh. I contemplated the eight-foot image of myself, young and small-waisted with my future deliriously undefined before me, and, strangely, I didn’t feel bad. I had thought I might. That to be around artifacts of that exquisite time might make me feel like an ancient whiskered crone or just plain sad, the glory of that period starkly put up against my regular life. But it wasn’t the case. I felt like I always do around that life-defining job, one that never seems to fade, never seems to recede like a normal past: grateful.

When I told my sister, Meegan, I was going to write something about The West Wing, she asked me what I was going to say. I said I didn’t know. I told her that Donna was my longest relationship, pre-dating my children and my husband, and that my perspective was skewed, the image never really in my rearview mirror, never finding much distance.

“That’s because it’s in your side mirror, dude,” she said on the phone. And it’s true. The show has not stopped but seemingly gotten more popular, remaining in the Zeitgeist, surging when people need political comfort—which these days is always—and amassing new devotees every day. And Donna, my cheerful, smart, vulnerable, funny-as-hell shadow, I’ve accepted as a part of me, like a face tattoo but adorable.

Every day of my life, for the past 25 years, someone has come up to me to tell me about their love of the show.

When I met Donna, 25 years ago, I opened up Aaron’s wonderful pilot script and read the first line of my scene and thought, “Oh. O.K. I get it. Donna loves Josh.” And that was it. The center of my wheel, the fulcrum from which it all spun for seven years. Every issue I fought for, every question I asked, came essentially from that flame, the need to impress or protect, to be seen or appreciated by him. Donna loves Josh.

And it was easy because flirting with Brad, falling in absolute pretend creative love with him and the rest of the cast, was the privilege of my professional life. And really that’s the fun of acting. Letting it all get messy and fluid, your feelings caught up in a tangle of joy, passing the fireballs of words back and forth, not knowing what will happen next.

“Hey, guys, look, this was one of my costumes,” I said to my kids, pointing out a magenta dress with a fitted blazer worn by a faceless mannequin. They may have grunted something. “This is so cool,” my husband said, stepping beside me as I looked at the collection of fake White House IDs. After all these years, my husband has accepted Donna as a member of our family, like marrying a set of twins.

After we headed out, stopping to take pictures with a few surprised fans, I thought about the clothes. As we navigated the throngs of tourists on Sixth Avenue, I could feel the heavy wool skirts, the jackets that our designer, Lyn Paolo, fitted to my slender shoulders. I could hear the click of my heels on the polished marble floors. It was all so much fun.

The last time I stepped into Donna’s costume was for an HBO special raising money for voting rights in 2020. I remember loving getting to be onstage, all of us together. The words came easily, but I realized quickly, with something in the neighborhood of relief, that the fit was not quite right. Donna’s unbridled optimism, her need for Josh, her abject youth, was something that I had grown out of. Like Donna did at the end of the series, I had evolved into my own woman. I married my husband, had two children, and, unlike Donna’s life, my life was absolutely real.

And so, after 25 years, it seems I will continue to live with Donna there in my side mirror, always in my peripheral vision. And I’m O.K. with that. Our journey together keeps going. The beauty of art, of modern television really, is that anytime you want to see her, anytime I do, she will be there. She will be waiting, in her dynamic amber, with C.J. and Toby, Charlie, and Josh with their paper files and Nokia cell phones, ready to cheer us up.

Janel Moloney is an actress living in Brooklyn. She can be seen in the upcoming Better Sister, on Amazon Prime

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[juyeonszn]

WHAT IS LOVE? — ELEVEN

PAIRING ₊˚⊹ lee juyeon x f!reader

SUMMARY ₊˚⊹ all is well in the business of matchmaking. except it’s actually not, because lee juyeon, the school’s star baseball player, has just come to you for help in obtaining the girl of his dreams. oh yeah! and he happens to be the guy you’ve had a crush on since your first year of university.

MORE ₊˚⊹ i remember when i was writing this i was like ..woah bc i didn’t expect it to be so angsty 😭 like idk what is up with me and the angst train lately

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ELEVEN — Just Like A Doughnut (2.04k)

The next few days pass by in a flash and before you know it, it’s Wednesday.

Part of you really missed the whole matchmaking thing and listening to people explain why they wanted you to set them up with whoever it was they wanted you to, after all, that was the whole reason you started the club. You’d been a hopeless romantic for as long as you could remember. There were times in your childhood where you had these elaborate meet-cute backstories for your stuffed animals. You’d even go as far as planning fleshed out weddings for the Barbie and Ken dolls your mom had gotten you for Christmas when you turned 8.

Throughout grade school, you had this big dream of being a wedding planner, too. You wanted to help people put together their best day ever— the day they’d recall for the rest of their lives. Helping women channel their inner child was the portion you were most excited for. It would be like letting yourself have the chance to give back to the little girl who threw extravagant celebrations of love for her inanimate toys.

But, alas, you had to grow up from that idea eventually. As you got closer to starting university, you knew there wasn’t much you could do as a wedding planner. There wasn’t anywhere for you to go. The pay was mediocre for such a stressful and demanding job, so why would you make yourself hate something you felt so passionately about when you could do something else that made you just as happy?

That was when you decided to study psychology. It was a basic enough major that you didn’t have to choose an exact career yet, but also generalized enough that narrowing it down wouldn’t be too hard when the time came. Getting to know how people’s minds worked was exciting. Then the idea for Love Loop saved you in a way. It brought together this new territory with that old passion of yours. That was why you’ve been trying to reconnect with the club so much recently. You didn’t want to forget your roots and become out of touch with your beginnings.

As you’re finishing up with your 2PM appointment, your phone begins to ring from its spot on your desk. A quick check of the caller ID lets you know that Minho was calling, which was a bit unusual for the time of day. Once your ‘client’ has left your little cubicle area, you plop back onto your rolling chair, spinning around as you accept the call from your friend.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I remember you saying you had a break between your last two appointments and I figured you hadn’t had lunch yet. Is it cool if I drop by and leave you some jajangmyeon? Seonghwa and I are leaving the restaurant now.” He says, and as if on cue, you hear Seonghwa’s voice in the background.

“That would be amazing actually! Thank you, Min. Is there by any chance enough for me to share with Kkura?” You slow your chair to a halt, nibbling the inside of your cheek.

“I think so. We ordered you a pretty big portion.”

“You’re a lifesaver really, I owe you one.” You sigh dramatically.

Minho laughs into the receiver. “I’ll hold you to it.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and then you’re strolling over to Sakura’s cubicle to inform her of the good news. This was just what you needed to power through that last appointment of the day, the mysterious and anonymous person who requested you specifically.

You had to admit, you were a little nervous. Of course, you understood that they probably wanted to protect their privacy just a bit longer before the entire club found out about them. However, you were also slightly afraid that this person was not interested in the club’s purpose at all and they just wanted to harass you. You could never be too sure or too careful! There’s a lot of weirdos out there.

But no matter what, you chose to stick by your mindset of giving people the benefit of the doubt. Even now, you felt like they just wanted to stay concealed a smidge more than the average Love Loop client. The ball of nerves in the pit of your stomach was the product of something else you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

It was like when you had a gut feeling about something. Except, you didn’t know what your stomach was trying to tell you. It felt foreboding in a way, almost like a warning— but not necessarily a bad one. Things were going to get interesting to say the least, that was one thing you could settle on.

Sakura and yourself had migrated back to your own space by the time Minho arrived with the food. He told you that Seonghwa had headed back to their apartment for his afternoon nap, which was why he wasn’t present. It was so Seonghwa-coded to leave the entire delivery to Minho.

“Thank you again for the food, Min!” You smile, watching as the brunette’s hand comes up to cup the back of his neck. He shrugs as if the action was no big deal, when in actuality the simple gesture made your day.

“Of course. Don’t sweat it,” Minho says, saluting to you with his index and middle fingers. “And don’t work too hard, okay? I’ll see you later.”

You wave to him as he exits your cubicle and seemingly heads to his shared apartment with Seonghwa. Without hesitation, you begin unpacking the takeout bag to eat with Sakura as quickly as possible, realizing you only had around 15 minutes before your last appointment arrived. You notice silence coming from your friend even after you’ve opened the container of jajangmyeon and handed her a pair of chopsticks.

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she giggles while simultaneously slurping up some of the noodles. “I just don’t think any of my friends would go out of their way to bring me lunch. Or even remember when I had a break in my day.”

“What are you insinuating, Kkura?”

“That’s up for your interpretation.” She answers through a mouthful of food. You decide to leave it as that and not pry any further, lest you gain a headache before your final client of the day. As much as you loved Sakura (especially because she was one of the few club members you actually hung out with), she could be a royal pain in the ass when she wanted to be. Therefore, leaving things unsaid was your best option.

The two of you tear through the jajangmyeon like a tornado through a farm, leaving hardly anything except a couple stray vegetables by the time 2:45 rolls around. The ravenette tips her imaginary hat in salutation to you as she returns to her own cubicle. (She more likely went to another one of the club members’ since they all had collectively agreed to spy on your appointment. They desperately wanted to find out who this anonymous client was.)

It was 2:47 when they finally arrived at the Love Loop headquarters, knocking on the wall of your cubicle to alert you of their presence. When you glance up from the sheet of paper you were preparing for notes during the appointment, you nearly fall out of your chair onto your ass.

Low and behold, standing at the entryway of your cubicle, is Lee Juyeon. It feels as if all the muscles in your face have gone slack and your jaw has dropped to the floor much like you almost did. He looks a bit nervous, running a hand through his hair as he waits for your invitation in. Your heart stutters in your chest at the sight.

It takes him clearing his throat for you to gather your bearings. “O-oh! Right, c-come in!”

He bows slightly before assuming the seat across from you at your desk. You can tell this is something completely out of his comfort zone, if the whole anonymous thing didn’t already give it away. And then as you begin writing his name at the top of the paper in front of you, the situation clicks in your brain.

Lee Juyeon wanted your help to get with someone.

And if that person was you, he obviously wouldn’t be here right now. So then the reality of it all hits you like a train of bricks— hard, fast, and painful. Just a few minutes ago, you were content with how your day was going. You enjoyed some good food with good company brought to you by one of your closest friends. You thought this would be a nice, uneventful day. But, it appears you jinxed your own fortune. It was silly of you to even think you stood a chance.

You swallow the lump of your throat and elicit yourself to speak up. “S-so, Juyeon—” God, that hurt to say. “What brings y-you in?”

Juyeon relaxes in his seat, pursing his lips. “To be 100% with you, I’m not too sure. There’s this whole stigma surrounding me that I could have any girl I wanted, right? Star pitcher for SNU, grades that aren’t the worst, every guy wants to be me and every girl wants me. Why am I here if that’s true?”

He could have any girl he wanted. He could have you in a second if he asked. So, why was he here?

“Um— I-I don’t know. Why do you think so?”

“I think it’s probably because I don’t feel worthy of her. I feel like she deserves better than someone like me. And I never know how to approach her without coming off as an entitled jerk either. I’ve just been admiring her from afar for a while and everything sort of boiled over when I realized we aren’t getting any younger, you know? I think it’s time I made my move.” Juyeon explains, twiddling his fingers in his lap.

Whoever this girl is, must be something special since he talks so highly of her, you conclude. Each syllable of each word chips at your heart, eventually driving a wedge right through those cracks and shattering it entirely. You write a summarized version of his confession down with a shaky hand, willing away the tears threatening to pour from your eyes. You see this as the opportunity to distract yourself for a second, to recalibrate your systems and get back on track before you crumble right in this chair.

When you started Love Loop, the possibility of having to assist your crush in asking out the girl of his dreams was never something you considered. In fact, you never thought about your crush at all during the process. The reason the club came to fruition was because of your desire to bring people together in the name of love.

Lee Juyeon’s case was no different. Sitting across from you, dishing all of his deepest secrets and most vulnerable feelings about the girl he liked, was not the Lee Juyeon you were in love with. He was a client requesting your aid in his quest for love of his own. Who were you to stand in the way of that? Besides, if Juyeon was happy, then so were you. And that was what mattered the most, didn’t it?

“Who’s the lucky lady?” You pluck up the courage to ask, not only because you needed that information, but because you were curious.

“Chou Tzuyu. I’m in love with Chou Tzuyu.” He replies following a beat, staring out of the window catty-corner from him.

Oh.

Even after bandaging your heart as quickly as possible and picking yourself up to hold your head high, he unintentionally found a way to pull it apart once more and knock you back down. Through trembling lips and a dull ache deep inside of you, you force a smile. “I can’t wait to get you and Tzuyu together.”

You were lying, but he didn’t have to know that. In fact, he didn’t have to know anything at all. As long as he was happy at the end of the day, right? It was the client who came first.

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[thesimpinquestion]

Franco Barbi DISCORD SERVER! 🔞

Yes you read right! I cannot contain my yapping to just tumblr posts!! And if you can't either then get your ass in here!

READ ME!

Okay so, first off, i think the name is funny <3

Second! This is an 18+ server. Franco and Outlast as a whole is very NSFW and I personally would not feel comfortable engaging on a personal level abt it with minors. I liked the games as a minor but still, as an adult now its for safety reasons on both ends.

That being said, I have the responsibility of verifying ages.

If you would like to join this server here's how:

- You will send your discord user to my ask box. (It will be deleted after, I will not post it 👌)

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-Once you've done this, if you've verified you're 18 or older. You will then be sent an invite to the server.

Hope to see you soon!

[sheepiling]

☕🍦Me Espresso Barbie🍦☕

So I'm obsessed with 'Espresso' by Sabrina Carpenter, and I've been watching both Vixella and Kelsey Impicciche play the Barbie Legacy and I was really inspired to make a sim similar to that! She's not a Barbie for a specific gen of that challenge, I just wanted to make a sim like this and share her!

My Barbie loves dancing, Sulani vacations, and the spa! Her aspiration is Inner Peace, and her traits are High Maintenance, Family-Oriented, and Dance Machine.

If you're interested in downloading her, my gallery ID is Sheepiling

I did kind of give her a lot of CC outfits 'cuz I was having fun... I'm gonna link all my CC, but if y'all would rather prefer to delete some outfits I would not blame you! 😅

CC for her everyday, party, & beach outfits: SABRINA HAIR SET - VMAs by @daylifesims Blossom Set and Daisy Set by @madlensims [RIMINGS] Barbie’s Closet Collection 2 by @rimings BARBIE HAIR SET - Perfect Day by @daylifesims Barb Swimsuit from Summer of ���59 Set by @ice-creamforbreakfast BARBIE HAIR SET - Pink Escape by @daylifesims Basic Beret by @waekey

CC for her ballet athletic outfits: SABRINA HAIR SET - NY City by @daylifesims SABRINA HAIR SET - Met Party by @daylifesims Sporty Ballet Collection by @bluecravingcc BALLET DANCE POSES SET by by @flowerchamber Ballet-ing Pose Sets (Part 4) (Part 3) (Part 2) by @sweetsimmerchild

CC for her formal outfits: SABRINA HAIR SET - Met Party by @daylifesims Cinderella (2015) - Butterflies dress by @beocreations Dress Elora 1 by Jaru Sims on TSR Anastasia Dress by Sifix on TSR [DINO] Cinderella Dress by @03dino23 Packs Used: Island Living, Spa Day, My Wedding Stories, Get Together, Growing Together, High School Years, Discover University, Seasons, Snowy Escape, Get To Work, Moschino Stuff, Vintage Glamour Stuff, Luxury Party Stuff

[ponyguru]

Day two of thrifting results! I took tons of photos, so even if half of them are blurry, they’re getting posted! 🤣 Buckle up for a huge ID list!! The Rainbow High doll is Bella Parker I believe, but she’s been sort of customized, along with the MTM Barbie. She’s in her alternate dress, which has a very cute thick weave! The other modern Barbie is possibly the Barbie Extra “Floral Fashion” with extra long hair… after a brutal haircut. 🤣 The vintage denim girl is 1979’s Feeling Fun Barbie, with all of her clothes! Wow! I actually thought this Moondreamer was Bucky, but the whole time I was mistaken - this is Sparky Dreamer, a girl inventor! 🤣 She’s missing her cute glasses and shoes, but she’s still one I was looking for! The two My Little Ponies are both repros, but I won’t deny the sudden racing heart when I identified Tickle hiding in the bag!! I saw Fluttershy first and assumed she was a real G3, but a quick squeeze confirmed she was the firmer Basic Fun plastic! These two came with lots of other random friends - two GiGo fakies (I think GiGo?), a baby doll in a unicorn onesie, a Belle doll with a squishy yellow dress in the style of modern Polly Pockets, a sadly chewed Elsa from Frozen 2 who still sings like a champ, and a mini Animators Ariel! Also an exciting find, a #5 Quints baby in a hair color I’ve never had, and an Our Generation mini! I bought the dino bag (with bonus surprise Safari Ltd tiger cub!) solely for the Breyer Stablemate, who hails from the 2018/2019 Dapples and Dots Four Horse Set. I also really like the glowing horses with their watermelon colors, most of whom look like copies of Breyer molds, and was surprised at the Nordstrom tag! I shudder to consider their original price! 🤣 And who did I forget? The little bobbling penguin! I assumed they were a wind-up toy, but I think they’re just a little bobbler! 🤣 Okay I think that’s it! Feel free to jump in with ID help if you see any errors, or if you know where these dinos come from! See you in six months for their post bath glowups! 🤣

[puckpocketed]

new babygirl unlocked!! and he has HAIR!!!!!!

[ID: Photo of Los Angeles Kings prospect Aatu Jämsen in his Pelicans uniform. His hair is backlit to almost seem white, and streams out from under his helmet. /. End ID]

oh my GOD!!! new babygirl indeed... its giving barbie its giving goldilocks its giving hair on a my little pony toy... !

Quick notes on Aatu Jämsen. i am quite endeared. he is exactly my type of hockey guy <3

Plays RW! Drafted 2020, round 7, 190th overall. Before signing with the Kings, was playing for the Lahti Pelicans. Bit of a late bloomer, but he's tearing it up lately!! Probably why he got the nod from LA.

Per EP Rinkside, "Players with Jämsen's creativity are a rarity in Liiga. In a league where systems and team-wide strategy are at the forefront, Jämsen stands out with his puck skills and a flair for the dramatic. He's a legitimate dual-threat weapon in the offensive zone, and has also made some slight improvements to his physical game; a necessity if he wants to try to conquer North America next season."

So he's known for being very flashy. Quick, soft hands. Creative. Highlight reel stuff. GOATED on the shootout, apparently always trying crazy dangles in game... I'm SURE this type of prospect will be fine in the LA Kings system (<- lying but hopeful!! aslkdaskjl)

Here he is bullying the shit out of NHL24 champ/youtuber/ex-goalie Eki in the shootout. he yells "KUCHEROV" in triumph at one point after scoring on this guy who (checks notes) laced up skates to play goalie 2 times in the last 4 years - and i think that's so fucking lame and deeply charming.

and I am not surprised at all; he is VERY popular in the Finnish league.

Last month he got into a fight with Tampereen Tappara's Otto Rauhala. VERY unexpected, he's not a fighter at all. Rough google translate from this article, cleaned up a little by me:

Interviewer: What happened there? Jämsen: I don't know. Interviewer: So would you say Rauhala started it? Jämsen: You could say. I didn't appreciate his check in the first period of the game. Nothing more than that."

This is whole exchange is SO funny to me. what happened? he doesn't know. but if he had to say? then that guy fucking started it!!! but that's all <3 LMAO

HE MOONLIGHTS AS A RAP MUSICIAN. HELLO. His stage name is KIDJAM$EN kjlasdkljadlak HELP..,, here is one of his songs set to a short looping montage of Pelicans hockey players.. i think its a playoffs hype song??? I cannot understand a word of it. it DOES bang though!!! He plans to pursue music as a career if hockey doesn't work out. jumping from one risky career to another with no fear honestly go off!!! faith trust and pixie dust <3

everything about him i can dig up is like He's SOO flashy. eccentric. strange creachture. He bleaches his hair to get it that light. he did it to imitate Otto Salin, per this article. The picture is worth a thousand words tbh:

the fucking. LV sweater. the sunglasses. the coy look up at the camera. okay!!! cunt !!! <3

In the same article: he got very serious about nutrition and exercise last season after coming back from a break and getting BLASTED by his coaches for being out of shape. from the sounds of it, this dressing-down triggered his current meteoric rise? He was nawwwt taking his conditioning seriously before this. Since then, he's gained weight and become stronger, and has dedicated himself fully to going pro!

same article again: he's the scion of a hockey family - and god isnt that always the story?? His dad played for the Pelicans. his brothers Juuso and Vili also play hockey. The three have distinct play styles like a cute little set <3 Juuso the goal scorer, Aatu the playmaker, and Vili the GOON!!!

ough MIDDLE CHILD ALERT!!! it all makes SO much sense now....

Due to his flashiness on-ice AND off-ice, he naturally is a lightning rod for criticism. ice hockey is notoriously conservative as a culture and everything about him goes against this. Jams... Jammie... Jammer... idk what to call you BUT. your swag too different your slay too cunty, they're trying to kill you but you wont let them!!!!!

it seems instead of pivoting and making himself more palatable, he's only doubled down. i love and support him for this. if anyone has been on my blog they know i enjoy my guys with big personalities just as much as i love the quiet/underrated ones.

in conclusion, WELCOME TO LA. YOU ARE PERFECT FOR THIS TOWN, GORGEOUS <3

[redqueenphoenix]

State Championship (TWD Fan Fic Part 4)

State Championship Part 4

(A TWD Fan Fiction)

I do not own any of the rights to The Walking Dead, nor do I own any of the characters mentioned from here on in, other thanVictoria Hawkins. Some situations have been changed and some people may have been switched in this alternate universe. 

All characters in this fan fiction are over the age of 21 years old.

Coach Negan Smith X Female OC

Word Count: 1514

~*~

Part 4

Victoria found herself back in the hotel room with a few bags from the designer store. She sighed as she pulled the black cocktail dress from the bag. Staring at it she yanked the tag from it. It almost seemed to defy gravity on the hanger. The small gold strap that hung on the hanger on the right side as the collar swooped to hang by a see through strap. 

“Hurry up!” Samantha called out from the other side of the door.

“Alright.” Victoria finished pinning her hair partially up, leaving strands of her long red curled hair down to frame her face. Stripping quickly she slipped into the form fitting black dress. It hugged her hourglass figure as she pulled it up, slipping her arm in the single gold strap. Adjusting the dress for a moment and pulling the skirt down to her mid thighs, she smiled. Stepping out of the bathroom looking like a movie star. 

“Oh, look at you!” Barbie gasped as she leaned against a counter in a blue cocktail dress. “But there is something missing.” She cocked her head and squinted her eyes at her.

“Fresh makeup!” Samantha grabbed Victoria and sat her down at the table, rolling out her makeup bag that she never leaves home without. 

“I don’t have a say so do I?” Victoria chuckled as she rolled her eyes. 

“Nope!” Samantha laughed as she grabbed some black eyeliner and started working on Victoria’s water line. After a few moments she started working on giving her a classic, light, smokey eye. Backing up to admire her work, she did the chef kiss, “perfecto!”

“Not yet.” Aubrie rounded the corner and handed Victoria a set of hoop earrings. 

“Every time we go out, you all treat me like I have no fashion sense.” Victoria chuckled as she put the earrings on causing the others to laugh.

“It’s called we’re looking out for you.” Smantha laughed, “you never know who will be there.”

Victoria chuckled uneasily as she stepped into her black heels. Slipping back in the bathroom she looked herself over. She looked like she was heading for the red carpet and not to a nightclub. 

“No chickening out!” Barbie called from the other room. “We’re getting ready to leave.”

Taking a deep breath she stepped out of the bathroom, heading to the table and throwing her phone into her clutch. She made sure she had her ID and her credit card with her. Falling in line with her friends as they made their way to the elevator. Excitedly they filed into the elevator heading for the lobby.

The lobby was almost dead as they made their way out into the evening air.

Barbie pulled her cell phone out, “the closest nightclub is right down the street. Wanna try there?”

“Why not!” Samantha began to follow Barbie down the street. 

“It’s right down there.” Barbie pointed to a building with a black awning, some neon lights and a few people waiting to get in the door.

Aubrie and Victoria followed behind with excited smiles. They hurried across the street to the line that was in front of the night club. The Groove looked to be a very happening joint and it almost intimidated Victoria as the music pulsed inside the building so loud she could hear the bass. 

The bouncer stopped the ladies asking for their IDs before allowing them to enter. Victoria’s eyes went wide as the neon lights, strobes and loud music pumped from the dance floor to their left as they walked it. Tables lined the wall with different patrons enjoying the music and drinks while a large bar lined the back wall with at least two bartenders hustling behind it. 

“This place is fuckin’ amazing,” Samantha called out over the loud music while making her way to the bar with Victoria’s hand in hers. Instantly she started ordering drinks.

This club was nothing like the ones back in their town, the energy was intoxicating enough to Victoria as Samantha shoved a drink in her face. “What is it?” She arched an eyebrow as she took the amber colored drink.

“You’re usual, jack and coke.” She smiled as she leaned back over the bar to order her drink. 

Bringing the cold drink to her lips she took a large drink of it to at least bring her nerves down a bit. Leaning back against the bar she recognized the song that was blaring, ‘Like a G6’ By the Far East Movement. It wasn’t her taste, but the beat did make her want to dance as she waited on the girls to get their drinks. 

Barbie smiled as she handed her credit card to the bartender with a smile. Seconds later four small shot glasses were pushed in front of the girls. “To the state championship!” She brought the shot to her lips with Samantha and Aubrie. 

Victoria shook her head as she took the small glass into her hands and slammed the spicey shot. Coughing a bit after it went down. “Jesus, Fireball really?!”

“You know you like it!” Barbie laughed as she slammed the shot glass down. 

Victoria rolled her eyes as she started to dance a bit to the music while she drank her drink. Hey blue eyes looked around the place as the song’s tempo started to change. 

“Oh, Girl!” Aubrie loosened up as the song changed. “Let’s go to the beach each, let's  go get away!” She started singing as she lit up. “I love this song!” She began to bounce and sing along with Niki Minaj’s ‘Starships’. 

Shaking her head with a heavy eye roll she downed what was left of her drink and sat it back on the bar, feeling the energy of the club hit her. It was just enough to get her to head to the dance floor. “Starships are meant to fly!” She began to sing as they made it to the dance floor as the beat dropped. 

Little did the girls know that a set of hazel eyes watched them from over a tumbler full of gin. 

The girls danced and grooved to at least two more songs having the time of their lives as the music once again changed. This time they noticed people leaving the dance floor and heading to the bar. Exchanging looks they noticed the bartenders started dancing and spinning bottles, pouring shots. 

“What’s going on?” Aubrie asked as the chorus of the song hit.

“Ohh, I remember this from the dance club we go to all the time.” Samantha wined excitedly as she took off for the bar. 

“Shots are free during the song ‘Shots’. It’s how they clear out their alcohol for the night.” Barbie was right behind Samantha.

“I’m so going to regret this in the morning…” Victoria sighed as she headed to the bar to join in the fun. Once she got to the bar she began singing loudly as shots were slid down the bar. Downing the few that were slid in front of her. 

The show lasted for the duration of the song, the bartenders getting into it. Spinning and flipping bottles as they poured shots. Tossing them between each other and inciting the group to sing. 

As the song slowed and changed Victoria laughed as she turned from the bar, heading back to the dance floor. Losing herself in the music as the beat drowned out her anxiety. Her body twisting and bouncing in time with the beat of the music. She noticed that Barbie, Samantha and Aubrie had made their way towards a stage that was slightly above the rest of the dance floor with a few guys and gals. Victoria chuckled at them, she never did like all that attention it was too much for her. 

As the current song slowed and changed the man that was watching Victoria finished his drink with a smirk and slipped out of his seat. Whistling to the beat of the song ‘I Don’t Like it, I Love It’ by Flo Rida as he made his way to the dance floor.

Victoria was completely lost in the energy and beat of the song, dancing like no one else was around when an arm came around her waist and pulled her back into a well toned body. The man’s arm caused her to miss a beat, but quickly found that his rhythm behind her put her right back into the groove. Whoever was behind her knew how to dance and it was exciting. She felt him get close to her ear and speak.

“I am about fifty percent more into you now…”

~*~

Part 5

[allmyfriendsareheathens]

Welcome Bitches, Bros, and Non-Binary hoes my blog

Let's get the basics out of the way

Name(or rather nickname): Mothy(this one is permanent this time)

Age:[redacted]

Sexuality: Pan AroAce

Gender: Whatever I feel like at the moment

Pronouns: They/He/She

Nationality: Dominican/USAmerican

Ethnicity: Hispanic Latina

Hobbies: Drawing, listening to music, writing, psychology, reading

Favorite color: Purple

Now time for my interests!(aka what you can expect to see here)

TV/Web Shows

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

South Park

Beavis and Butthead

Bluey

The Powerpuff Girls

My Little Pony

Bob's Burgers

Teen Titans

Precure

Love Live(Aqours especially)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

The Amazing World of Gumball

The Amazing Digital Circus

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Eddsworld

Death Note

K-On

Yuru Yuri

Smiling Friends

Movies

M3GAN

Barbie(2023)

Trolls

Shrek franchise

Encanto

Music

Rina Sawayama

Hayley Kiyoko

Vocaloid

Melanie Martinez

MARINA

Gorillaz

Mamamoo

Pink Fantasy

Set It Off

Gwen Stefani/No Doubt

The Killers

Avril Lavigne

Cher Llyod

Charli XCX

NewJeans

The Chainsmokers

Imagine Dragons

Maroon 5

The Weeknd

Paramore

TV Girl

Video Games

Project Sekai

Doki Doki Liturature Club

Super Mario Bros

Five Nights at Freddy's

Class of '09

Misc.

Sanrio

Lost Media

High Class Homos

Spicy Mints

Blorbos

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Porn blogs will be blocked

No outright NSFW allowed

I won't post about current events or any of that stuff, not because I don't care(I do), but because these kinds of things make me kinda uncomfortable, and this blog is meant to be an escape from reality

As with other blogs,please be kind and respectful

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[mz-elysium]

[ID: a white title "Forsaken" and subtitles "a Baldur's Gate 3 novelization" and "act 1" over a foggy forest]

Forsaken (Act 1)

Forsaken by gods and men, forgotten by friends and family, six secretive strangers are forced together as victims of the mindflayers. Death sentences tick in their heads, as they hunt fruitlessly to cure or control it. They have been left with only each other — gods help them. No Tav to play psychologist. The den of horny trauma victims have to fix themselves, or make each other worse. Without Tav, Wyll is first among equals in this six-man Origin party.

AO3

Romances: Wyll/Astarion, Shadowheart/Lae'zel

Friendships: everyone. all of them. they all relate to each other in different ways and (eventually) become close friends.

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Dubious Morality (mainly Astarion), Friendship, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Falling In Love, EA Wyll (check a/n for details), POV Multiple, Character Study, Other Additional Tags to be Added

a/n under cut

Author's Notes

As fantastic as BG3 is, this is the game I wish we had. Included are some character/plot decisions I wish had been included, “missing” scenes, and minor tweaks to the story. Restoring some EA content and choices. Fleshing out other chars. I also get to make them kiss like Barbie dolls.

Wyll, in full release, is his father’s son. Mature, calm, wise, understanding, regal, and noble, all set on a moral foundation of absolute bedrock. He will end up there. This story is about him finding his way back to the man he wants to be. Right now, he’s EA!Wyll. A 24yro kid who’s been a celebrated folk hero for 7yr; immature, rash, reckless, violent, riddled with doubt and unresolved daddy issues who sold his soul for heroism (andfameandglory). Mizora also turns him into a devil vs just giving him fiendish features, so he’ll be reckoning with what that means.

Full list of Act 1 restoration notes:

Wyll hates goblins for EA backstory reasons; reinstalling his EA backstory, for how he entered his pact.

Rebuilding the Daisy plotline; move the Emperor to Act 3.

Consequences for using tadpole powers.

Add Orpheus much earlier.

Halsin’s deleted EA journal and plot; this will let us recruit Minthara without committing genocide (less “restoration” and more “fanfic invention”)

Rebuilding Nightsong’s “datamined” plot, bc I find it more interesting.

Raphael actually offers deals and has a larger role, bc every game would benefit from more Raphael.

[theteethofgod]

ok so when i was a kid i’d never get into media like barbie where the characters were just symbols without canon or set continuity because i was all About That Lore but then id get into lore rich media, never look it up, and just make up whatever i liked best. so why the fuck wasn’t i into the stuff marketed at letting you do that specifically???