#in my head it’s like his default outfit………..

[1000dactyls]

i was a so called warm-up sketch enthusiast up until when the sketch suddenly had strong words for me (about hiccup in a fisherman’s sweater)

[seasicksilver]

in art block hell

[zyafics]

GIRL WITHOUT A TAIL | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing – Rafe x Mermaid!Female Reader

Summary — Rafe seeks Sarah's help about what to do with you.

Word Count — 1.7K

Content — fluff, protective!Rafe, Sarah acting like a bitch, and you acting clueless and afraid of everything except your mate, also suggestive ending. A continuum of this piece!

Dedication — to @nemesyaaa my own little mermaid, and @promiscuousg1rl for reading it first <3.

“She’s a mermaid?”

Rafe’s telling Sarah about his encounter with you. After taking you back to Tannyhill, you confide in the stranger—your mate—that you’re a mermaid. It’s your first time on land, with legs, and why you wobble with each step. But Rafe didn’t believe you.

However, the conviction in your voice had him second-guessing. The way you peer up at him with such innocent, enchanting eyes that blink with such naivety, he wanted to protect you with all the fibers of his being. He felt like he was being sucked into a trance, not thinking straight, that he sought out a secondary opinion.

Well, more like that she forced him to tell her.

Because Sarah didn’t see a helpless woman who needed Rafe’s help. She saw a stranger, walking around the estate, barely wearing any clothes, except for a half-assed outfit strung together from her brother’s closet.

“Have you gone insane?” Sarah snaps at Rafe, her tone dripping with disbelief. “A mermaid? The fairytales Dad used to tell us about when we were kids?”

Rafe feels insane for believing it.

“I know it doesn’t make sense,” Rafe declares, “But that’s what she told me.”

Sarah blows out a stream of air, shaking her head. “Seriously, Rafe. What type of women are you sleeping with?”

“I’m not sleeping with her,”

“Yeah, because being naked is a default setting,”

“I found her like that,” Rafe hisses at his sister. “She was at the beach, naked, with these fuckin’ seashells as a bra. What else do I suspect?”

“Not a mermaid,” Sarah insists, as if it was the most normal response. She glances towards Rafe’s bedroom, where you stay, and sighs. “Have you asked her where she’s from?”

“The ocean,”

Sarah glares. “Not funny.”

“That’s what she told me,” Rafe declares.

Sarah shakes her head again as if she can’t believe her brother would believe in such nonsense. “Alright, I’ll do it. I guess men can’t do shit,” Sarah announces, grabbing Rafe’s arm and hauling him back to his bedroom.

You stand near the corner of his desk, going through everything of his. All family portraits hung behind glass, all his trinkets he found from scouting the beaches, all the golden rings he wears, and the expensive colognes he sets to the side. Your fingers trace each and every curve, feeling the magnitude of each touch, without the presence of water, in a way that allows you to feel each edge. You don’t even notice Sarah and Rafe’s return until someone clears their throat.

Turning around, you spot your mate beside another woman, her hand wrapped around his wrist. Your brows furrow together, full, pouty lips pull to a subtle frown, unsure of what to make of it. Back in Atlantis, no partners would be so shameless to be seen with another mermaid. For Rafe to do so, strikes your chest.

Rafe must’ve picked it up. Somehow, he understood the look behind your eyes, the way you scrutinize his sister’s touch. “This is Sarah, my sister.”

All concern drops, and you grin. “Hi, Sarah!”

“Hi,” She drawls sardonically. “My gullible brother is telling me you’re a mermaid,"

Rafe wants to nudge Sarah in the ribcage. But, you didn’t seem to acknowledge the insult, nodding your head diligently, as if you were answering an average question. “Yes.”

Sarah squints her eyes at you. “A mermaid with no tail,” she boasts suspiciously, but you don’t see it as that.

“Yes,” you answer again, your tone indicating causality as if this concept isn’t hard to grasp.

“So a human,” Sarah concludes, drawing back to the board, just as Rafe done before.

“No,” you make a sound of frustration; you went through a similar conversation with Rafe before, and you feel something tense bubbling in your throat. You attempt to walk towards them, to explain further, but you lost your footing. However, Rafe easily appears by your side and catches you.

“Alright, Bambi, slow down,” he murmurs into your freshly-dried hair; soft, voluminous, laced with the sweet smell of the sea. You peer up at him, doe-shaped eyes with complete and total vulnerability, as if you trust him.

“She certainly got the walk down,” Sarah comments and Rafe lifts his gaze to glare at his sister. You shiver under his embrace, and for some reason, Rafe recognizes it’s because of Sarah.

She’s making you uncomfortable and targeted like you can’t seem to grasp that. Rafe can’t explain how he knows this—how he feels it—but he does. You’re frustrated, and a little hurt, and it’s vibrating off of your body like a shaken leaf.

“Stop interrogating her,” Rafe snaps, defensive of you.

“You asked for my opinion,”

“An opinion, not to be a bitch,” he declares, his other arm wraps protectively over your waist, drawing you closer to him. You revel in the feeling of his warmth, nuzzling against his chest to find comfort.

Sarah rolls her eyes; somehow, she recognizes that you got her brother under a spell. “So what happens now?”

Rafe doesn’t know. He’s trying to figure out the pieces and combine mythology with reality, but nothing makes sense. If he takes your words at face value, that means there’s a reason for your presence, rather than a simple encounter. He plans to take a trip to Ward’s office, to look through his treasured collection of sailor’s stories, and figure out a solution from there.

But there’s also another problem: you.

You and your nakedness.

“Can you do me a favor and take her shopping?” Rafe asks.

“Shopping?” Sarah repeats. “For clothes?”

“No, for a ring,” Rafe replies sardonically. “Yes, for fuckin’ clothes. She didn’t have anything, she barely fits into me, and I doubt you’re the type to share.”

Sarah hums, confirming the last comment.

When Rafe turns back to you, in his arms, his expression softens, his voice layered with a sweetness no one ever had the privilege of hearing before. “We’re going to get you some clothes.”

“Clothes?” You repeat, brows wrinkling together at the foreign concept. “Human clothes?” You pick at Rafe’s shirt, running your fingers across the soft fabric.

He nods. “Clothes.”

You beam at this new exploration; this new human concept that you’ve never had before. You try to stand on your own feet, nearly falling, before finding ground. Sarah approaches you and gently grabs your hand, pulling you towards the door—slowly, cautiously to not lose your footing—but, a few steps in, you resist.

Rafe isn’t following you. He’s abandoning you to a strange woman, a strange companion you don’t completely trust in.

You turn back to Rafe, expression full of panic.

“You’re not coming?” You ask, your voice sultry and soft, as if you can’t seem to distinguish between captivation and causality.

Rafe shakes his head, but his heart aches at the look on your face. “I have work to do.”

You frown. You don’t know if you want to go now either, especially without your mate. But his sister tugs on your arm, and despite her tight grip, you resist.

“Sarah’s my sister,” Rafe explains again, hoping to calm the fear in your eyes. “She’ll keep you safe.”

You hesitate, turning back to Sarah, expecting to find the sardonic, humorless look on her face. But all hostility originally boasted has depleted, and she glosses over with a tender look, almost keeping to the promise of what her brother preaches.

Reluctantly, you nod, and follow Sarah out of Rafe’s bedroom, out of the sanction, and away into the open world.

A few hours later, Rafe’s at the kitchen island, going through old scripts. He’s searching through old maps, and old journal entries, to find any clues about your sudden presence at Kildare. His focus tunes everything out—until the noise of you tripping upon return causes him to lift his gaze.

What he sees takes his breath away.

You’re in the most gorgeous, detailed dress; layered with this blue iridescent color that makes you look like a fantasy. It accentuates every curve on your body, strategically revealing tantalizing skin, and boosts this wave of etherealness.

Rafe can’t seem to look away.

Sarah falls in line beside the counter, her arms leaning against the island, noticing the way you caught her brother in a trance.

“Your little mermaid eats fish,” Sarah declares, causing him to snap out of his state.

He turns to her. “What?”

“I mean, for a mermaid, she can eat fish; for some reason, I assumed they only ate kelp,” she chuckles to herself. Rafe realizes that Sarah took you out to lunch, at some restaurant downtown. “If it helps, she’s also very knowledgeable about the sea. Kept going on tangents about different species, how they interact in the ocean, and even challenged a couple of jewelry stores about their pearls. I was almost convinced she’s a real mermaid.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything, his sister’s voice slowly slipping into the background when his gaze returns back to you.

You’re twirling in your dress, catching your footing, and losing it in the same breath, while laughing at the way the fabric spins around you. A melodic, siren-song laugh that sounds enchanting.

“What?” Sarah asks, noting his brother’s lack of response. She follows his line of vision. “You don’t like the dress?”

Rafe swallows, feeling something thick in his throat, before rubbing his jaw. He forces himself to snap out of it—again—before turning back to his sister. The lure to return back to you is hard to resist. “You couldn’t have found something less… form-fitting?”

Sarah scoffs. She can’t believe Rafe’s complaining. “You should be glad I got her into something at all,” she declares. “For a mermaid who’s so fascinated with human customs, she truly does not respect any of it.”

“What do you mean?”

Rafe returns back to you, and the way you find your space in his living room, while Sarah lowers herself to her brother’s level, meeting the shell of his ear, as if she’s trading a secret.

“She’s not wearing any panties.”

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[tanukitsuneko-suki]

GOOD MORNING??!!?!!!!!!!

Philip,, brrr (ignore the one on the left for the most part lol that was me figuring everything out)

Very heavily inspired by @tanukitsuneko-suki's really cool idol AU (tbh the au is the same, I was just toying with a fit idea),, please check it out 🙏

P I'm ngl I was gonna draw others too but I ended up only doodling Philip for now 😭 !!! I also really love the half and half colored jacket idea you had for Philip and initially thought about making this jacket have cyclone+joker/heat+metal/luna+trigger variations but I ended up making it green 😔 I do want to go back to that idea with a diff jacket maybe,,

Here's this sketch too tbh why not

[hoodedjelly]

ii designs + oj being a little fruity with it

i'm gonna yap below about the designs actually vvvv

springy is just an alien thingy + micky mouse (the smallest inspo from the trix rabbit)

bots design is pretty simple, i kept thinking back to that line "now you're a butterfly!" and im just like, i can't just give them little butterfly designs I NEED THEM TO HAVE A LITTLE SLEEVE/CAPE THINGY SO THEY ARE ONE

for mephone, this is like my 5th redesign of him. to give myself credit, this isn't a redesign from my last one it's just an android version of it, since the last one was fully human. i got VERY inspired by dbh when designing him, his glasses are basically apple glasses glued forever on his head. but he doesn't use it as a screen, it's just where notifications/calls are located at. (when cobs is calling mephone he is literally forced to see his name in his eyes i just think thats evil),where he actually uses his "powers" is like dbh, kinda. the skin on his arm goes white/the original robot form from when he was first made then he just taps it a few times and someone gets revived. i imagine there's colors and the final press is the color of the character he's reviving. 3gs would also just look very dbh damaged robot, white spots of his original robot skin and stuff.

also every phone has some type of glasses eyes , i think mepads would be more rectangle, 3gs would have like goggles. me just trying to keep on this consistent thing i told myself where, if a object has some form of glass on them, then they need some type of glasses. light bulb has sunglasses on her head, oj HAD glasses in s1 then changes to contacts (example below)

uh i got a little side tracked what was i talking about, right mephone4. last thing i want to point out is that they also have a default outfit, like the company uniform. when mephone escapes he just generates a new outfit. i think it would also be cute that mephone generates new clothes for mepad too and left it next to him while he waits for him to wake up <3

[gingerteafairy]

more rodrick fics please!!

yesss, i was missing him (i always go back to my default crush)

rodrick heffley x emo!reader

summary: Rodrick never really believed in love at first sight—until he saw you. Just another girl he’d never noticed in college, walking by in a Green Day shirt.

tags n warnings: fluff, a bit suggestive. word count: 1.3k masterlist

“Oh, I…” The words slipped out before he could think, and you stopped, pulling out one of your earbuds.

“What?”

“That band… uh… band. Green Day.” He pointed awkwardly at your shirt, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. “You're... American Idiot.”

“Am I?” you teased, the silly wordplay catching him completely off guard.

Rodrick blinked, his brain short-circuiting for a second. “No! I mean… no, you’re not an idiot.” He ran a hand through his hair, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “The band. The album. It’s… really good. It's my favorite. Wake me up when september ends, you know what they say.”

You let out a quiet laugh and tugged at the hem of your shirt, glancing at the design as if only now remembering what you were wearing. “Yeah…”

Rodrick stood there, scrambling for something else to say, but before he could, you were already saying goodbye.

“Bye, Rodrick.”

He blinked, stunned. You knew his name?

“Bye.” He waved, a little slow on the uptake, watching as you disappeared down the hallway. When it finally hit him, he groaned under his breath. “American Idiot? What the hell is wrong with me?”

Rodrick sighed, pressing his forehead against the wall and rubbing his face. He had never really noticed you before. Okay, maybe he’d seen your cool shirts every now and then. But now he realized just how pretty you were. How much of a total idiot he looked like around you. Love at first sight? He didn’t know. But he did know one thing—he needed to run into you again.

And that’s exactly what started happening—with suspicious frequency.

Rodrick suddenly had a newfound interest in your class schedule. The subject? Who cared? The important thing was that you were there. He started bumping into you in the hallways, always keeping an eye on your shirt, waiting for the perfect opening to start a conversation.

After that first encounter, you became an unlocked character in his universe. Now, he saw you everywhere—and for a brief moment, he wondered if you had been invisible to everyone else, just like he was. A part of him kind of hoped you were. Because, let’s be honest—Rodrick Heffley could be pretty possessive over relationships that only existed in his head.

You wore different outfits in the following days, but he couldn’t shake the image of that Green Day shirt, your earbuds in, and that distant, almost dreamy look in your eyes. That was the moment everything changed. The preppy, pink-clad popular girls lost all appeal.

“This is how I’m gonna talk to her.” Rodrick tossed his drumsticks in the air, determined. He was standing at the college entrance, waiting for you, ready to comment on whatever band shirt you had on today. "I'll ask for her favorite songs and make a playlist so we could hear together when i ask her to be Mrs. Heffley."

Ben raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “So your new thing is emo girls with dead fish eyes?”

Rodrick pointed a drumstick like a sword. “Do not disrespect her like that.” He spun it between his fingers before tucking it into his pocket. “She’s not emo. She’s simply a woman of deep, complex emotions, expressed through music—”

“Emo.” Ben chuckled, making Rodrick roll his eyes.

The truth was, Rodrick Heffley was tired of pretending to be an untouchable rockstar. Lately, all he really wanted was a girlfriend to walk around with, be stupidly in love with, and eat ice cream with. But no one seemed interested in him—especially not the popular girls. Over time, they all started feeling boring, shallow. Sure, they were good for ice cream and other… needs. But nothing more than that.

“There she is. Wish me luck.”

Rodrick cracked his knuckles, his heart hammering in his chest. You walked through the college gates the same way you always did—beautifully bored.

Linkin Park.

Rodrick grinned. This was it. Now or never.

The smile he gave was almost worthy of a horror movie villain—so wide and sudden that it startled anyone passing by. Realizing his mistake, Rodrick quickly straightened up, trying to soften his expression into something more charming. As you approached, he took a step forward, purposely blocking your path, a forced smile on his lips.

“Hey.” He crossed his arms in an attempt to look suave, but he made sure to keep his drumsticks strategically visible, as if they were an essential part of his charm.

You pulled out your earbuds and let out a quiet laugh. “Hey. How you doin?”

Rodrick smirked smugly. “Name five songs from that band.” He tilted his head, winking at you with a teasing challenge.

It was supposed to be a brilliant moment. But instead of the countless reactions he had rehearsed in his head, you frowned slightly, glancing around, visibly caught off guard.

His brain crashed.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, that was so dumb.” He waved his hands frantically, running a hand through his messy hair. “Shit, just ignore everything I said and pretend I don’t exist while I jump off that window.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine. It was just so out of nowhere.” Taking a deep breath, you listed effortlessly, “What I’ve Done, Crawling, New Divide, Papercut, In the End. God, I love Mike Shinoda’s rap parts.”

Rodrick’s eyes lit up. He barely held back from jumping with excitement.

“You know Mike Shinoda?” His voice came out a little too high-pitched, betraying his enthusiasm. “Dude, I am obsessed with those raps. Like, In the End basically shaped my entire personality!”

You laughed, tucking your earbuds into your bag. “He was the father of edgy teenagers—along with gore animes.”

Rodrick placed a hand over his heart, dramatically. “Exactly! Finally, someone who gets it.”

Your gaze shifted to his shirt, your eyes scanning over the band’s name. “And this band… Loded Diper…”

“It’s mine. It’s… my band.” He admitted, scratching his head a little. “The name sounds so dumb now, but I swear it was badass in high school.”

“I think it’s a requirement for rock bands to have weird names.” You joked, surprising him even more. So you had a sense of humor too?

“Yeah, like Metallica.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s basically the same thing as a rap group calling themselves Raptalia.”

“Or U2. Like… what does that have to do with me?” You laughed, and he did too, his chuckles gradually blending into something softer, more real, as they melted into a lazy smile. 

Rodrick straightened up, puffing out his chest with pride. “But yeah, Loded Diper. No need to look it up to guess who the drummer is.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “That’s actually really cool, Rodrick.” You watched as he slid his drumsticks into his pocket. “You should invite me to a show.”

Rodrick nearly tripped over himself. “Of course I will. You’re basically my VIP fan. Exclusive backstage access. Full access to the drummer, be my guest.” He tried to sound confident, but his voice cracked slightly at the end.

“Are you flirting with me, Rodrick?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. 

He blinked, hesitating. “I don’t know… is it working?” He leaned in slightly, his nervousness slipping into his voice.

“Yes.” You shrugged, amused. “Or maybe I just have a thing for drummers.”

Rodrick froze.

"Uh… well… I guess it's kinda… common." He nodded awkwardly, swallowing hard. "Not that I'm undermining you! Actually, it’s really cool."  

"Maybe I’ll steal your shirt." You smirked, tossing your hair back as you started walking away. "I look good in black."  

Rodrick stood there, stunned, watching you disappear down the hallway. “Oh, dear God. Help me.” He muttered, leaning against the wall for support.  

"So, how'd it go with your Avril Lavigne knockoff?" Ben teased, stepping up beside Rodrick, who now looked like he had actual hearts in his eyes.  

“Damn whoever invented emo girls.” He whined, dramatically gazing up at the sky.

[nerdgirlbutinpink]

here it is… >_< also this is heavily inspired by a few mark x bimbo!reader posts i’ve seen around, i do not take credit for this idea at all!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗸!𝗺𝗼𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸!𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mohawk mark …. LOLLL, just two lil teens flirting

𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲𝘀!

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mark grayson was a walking contradiction. tall, dark, and brooding—his mohawk standing sharp like a battle cry, always clad in ripped band tees and a jacket covered in pins from bands no one else at school had even heard of. he smelled like leather and cheap cologne, always showing up late, always looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

and then there was you.

all pastel pinks and soft fabrics, a constant swirl of sweet strawberry pound cake perfume and glossed lips. your outfits always matched, down to the cute little pink bows in your hair. you left a trail of glitter wherever you went—literally. but somehow, against all logic, you and mark had ended up tangled together in something neither of you really understood.

“you don’t actually like this kinda music,” he muttered, arms crossed as he leaned against the brick wall outside the dingy loud venue.

you stood next to him, bouncing on the balls of your feet, entirely out of place in your pink mini dress and knee-high socks among the sea of ripped fishnets and combat boots. but you didn’t care. you were here for one reason.

“i like you,” you said simply, grinning. “and you like this music. so, by default, i like this music too.”

mark rolled his eyes, but the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away. “that’s not how it works, princess.”

you stepped closer, tilting your head up at him. “it is in my world.”

he huffed, looking away like you didn’t just make his chest tighten. “you’re too cute for this place.”

“and yet, i’m still here,” you teased, looping your arm through his. “guess you’ll have to keep me safe, big strong boy.”

mark scoffed, but he didn’t pull away. instead, his fingers curled ever so slightly around your hand, like he was holding onto something fragile. he knew he looked ridiculous next to you—like a smudge of black ink on a pink lace dress. but when you turned to him, eyes shining under the dim streetlight, he knew he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“you’re lucky i like you, princess,” he murmured, letting you tug him inside.

and yeah, maybe that was the real contradiction—because mark grayson was supposed to be untouchable, hard-edged and cold. but when it came to you? he was anything but that.

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a/n: i noticed i posted this way too fast for my own sanity, didn’t even let my idea marinate but as always enjoy!

[tttabii]

──. 이희승 MY OBSESSION GROWS ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

lee heeseung x female reader

YOU WERE JUST ANOTHER barista behind the sleek counter of HYBE's in-house café, your soft-tone "欢迎光临"hardly catching anyone's attention in the idol-filled building. Most didn't care enough to listen either.

Your Korean was decent, passable, but had a thick Chinese accent, and many days you would default to silence and let your hands do the talking by serving cappuccinos and americanos to the artists who barely remembered your name.

But Heeseung did.

Every day.

At first, it was just subtle—he would linger a little longer at the counter, pretending to check messages while watching you write on the cups. Then he started seeing things.

The way you tied your hair up when you were too busy, the exact moment of the day you changed the song that was playing on your earbuds, how you always wore muted colors, except for those one black mary janes you wore whenever you could. He had become slowly, but irreversibly obsessed.

It started as simple curiosity. 

Heeseung shouldn't have even been on the subway, but he went undercover as he donned his hoodie and mask before taking the long way home to the subway station to again experience you—hoping you would get on your usual train or his train after work.

He found you waiting at the subway station, looking so immersed in your own world, the music blaring in your earphones.

Guessing he looked like a stranger, he stood beside you and tilted his head down just enough to see one of your earphones hanging ultra-low out of his ear. He tried to figure out what song you were listening to—he was guessing some Chinese pop—which he couldn't understand at all.

But the fact that it was yours? That was enough.

You didn't notice him at all. Didn't really notice him. You'd never look long enough to. That's how invisible you were to him, but he couldn't look away.Only when you almost stepped into traffic—head down, music blaring, unawares—did he broke the dream. He grasped your arm tight and fast, yanking you back onto the curb.

"Hey careful," he said quickly, in english now. Your eyes got all wide, your confusion coming too fast as you looked up at him, eyebrows pinched and lips apart. 

You nodded slowly, a shy, quiet thank you slipping past your lips as you took out your earphones. He smiled behind the mask, heart thudding way too hard, then gestured for you to turn the volume down.

And just like that, you disappeared, back into the crowd.

That night, he downloaded all the language apps he could find. "She's Chinese," he shared with the members in the dorm, staring at the ceiling. "I want to learn... for her."

And that was only the start of his obsession. Your hair had been a warm cherry brown in the spring. A week later, he had rolled up to schedule with a similar hue.

"For the fans," he said to his manager. Right. There was an uncanny resemblance between your casual street-style outfits and his sudden wardrobe changes.

And those playlists he shared on live? They suddenly contained soft, mandarin songs, that he knew his fans wouldn't be able to translate. But he could. Now.

The members picked up on it. Everyone picked up on it. "Bro, are you turning into her?" Jay asked one morning, as they watched you behind the café counter again, headphones on, quietly humming. Heeseung grinned, on you, as you stirred someone's drink.

"No," he whisper. "I just want to be the version of me she would notice." 

"Whatever you say, buddy," Jake snorted, clapping Heeseung on the back as they all watched you from the couch near the café counter.

Heeseung watched as you untied your apron after finishing your shift for the day.

Your shoulders dropped, and you sighed, swiping some hair out of your face. Heeseung was transfixed as his eyes followed the movement, mesmerized by the way your lips moved when you mumbled to yourself.

"Go. Go talk to her. You have been learning Chinese for three months because of her," Sunghoon shoved him hard, and the others followed suit by practically pushing him out of his seat.

He stumbled like an awkward teenager, hands flapping and messing with his fingers and patting down his hoodie.

It was like his body shifted before his brain registered what was happening.You noticed him—how could you not? Heeseung was tall and hard to miss, even when disguised. His face was hidden, but the sharpness of those eyes and softness of his voice?

You recognized them all too well.

"你还好吗?" you asked, head cocked to the side as brows knitted together. And it shattered him.

You remembered him. The guy from the traffic stop.

He froze for a second, then replied, "我没事。你呢?" His pronunciation was careful, tender.

You blinked, surprised. "You speak...?"

 He smiled beneath the mask, nodding once. "Learning. For a while now."

Your eyes sparkled with that undeniable look of impressiveness. You laughed lightly as you reached to take off your hair clip and your now-matching red strands fell over your shoulders.

That moment? That image? Heeseung wanted to freeze it for ever. But, he never said anything more. He never did.

Not the real things, anyways. He couldn't even confess that your playlist had become his, that he started to dress like you, that he had memorized your café schedule before anyone else.

That fans thought his aesthetic shift was a concept-but it was really you. And, you still had no idea. He walked next to you that night, not saying much, allowing you to ramble away in a mix of Korean and English, as you both crossed the dim-lit street. He allowed himself to glance at you as often as he could.

He watched the way your eyes sparkled with the nearby city lights, and how your fingers played with the sleeves of your jacket. His jacket, actually. He draped his jacket over your shoulders the minute he noticed the chill in the air. 

What you didn't know was that someone captured the moment. One blurry picture. Your hair a match to his. His hand lightly resting on your lower back as you leaned forward to see something in a store window.

One blurry video of you two laughing next to a food stall as he handed you a skewer, your red hair catching the light.

The way he looked at you in that one second. That was all it took.

 The internet caught on to it.

"WHO is she???"

"Heeseung's new girlfriend???"

"She looks kind of Korean... kind of not???"

"Matching hair. Matching outfits. Matching vibes."

"She's not on IG or Twitter so she must either be low key or from out of the country."

"I swear I have seen her before from some company background video—wasn't she behind the coffee bar?"

They didn't know your name. They didn't know your socials. You were faceless, unknown—even a little mythical. And Heeseung? He never said a word against it. He let the rumors spread. 

He read every single one. Obsessively. Screenshotting the theories, watching fan edits that people made of blurry you and high-res him.

He liked the idea of you being his mystery. His secret girl. His obsession that no one could touch, no one could reach.

And you? You were just scrolling through a few of the articles with mild confusion.

"I look weird in this photo," you murmured, frowning a little.

Heeseung watched you, lips twitching in amusement, heart thudding so loudly he swore Jake could hear it.

"She has no idea," Sunoo whispered to Jay.

"Nope," Jay grinned. "Not even a clue."

Eventually, you both were almost always together. He'd pop into the café almost every day now—not always ordering coffee, sometimes just sitting there and watching you work behind the counter with his chin in his hand while pretending to scroll through his phone, sneaking glances like he wasn't some whole celebrity sitting in public just to see you.

You were the reason he learned how to say, "How was your day?" in completely perfect Chinese.

And he was the reason your Korean was becoming soft and natural, his corrections keeping you from tripping over your words when engaging with other idol customers requesting simple easy things. Even other idols poked fun at how fluent you were becoming—particularly around Heeseung.

"Thanks to him" you'd laugh innocently. "He corrects me every single time I mess up."

Heeseung would just smile. But on the inside? He was spiraling.

Because it wasn't lessons or shy glances anymore. He needed you like air.

His thoughts? You. His playlists? Your favorite songs. His accessories? Matching yours more often than not. His fans?

Figuring it out, whispering about it, compiling, clipping.

But you? You still didn't see it.

And he liked that.

He liked how untouched you were by fame. How pure you looked laughing at his lame jokes in your little apron.

How you walked beside him in the street, not even noticing the flashes of distant phone cameras or whispers from fans passing by.

Heeseung wanted the world to know, but through his way. Quietly and intimately. Enough to stir rumors. Enough to make people talk. So he did exactly that.

That day, you and him were at the bookstore across from HYBE. You had your arms linked, and he was leading you toward the language aisle. He leaned down, his lips barely grazing your ear, and whispered in Korean—fast and slurred and too fancy for your level.

You stopped and stared up at him. "Huh?"

He smiled. Your cheeks were flushed pink just from the proximity.

You nudged him. "Yah... What did you say?"

He shrugged, amusement threatened to bring a smile to his lips. "Nothing."

"Liar." You crossed your arms, the playful act did little to hide your flustered state.

He simply watched you, head tilted slightly, his eyes dark and affectionate, and something else. Something unhinged.

Because what he whispered was: "If I were the ocean, you'd be the sky. Always above me, always unattainable—but I'd still drown trying to reach you."

A romantic, poetic line in fast Korean that sounded like nonsense to you. You thought he was joking. He was absolutely serious. And later that night? He posted a blurry photo to his own  account.

You walking away, holding two books, your red hair catching the light.  

The caption read, in Korean:"If they only knew how much of you is already mine."

Of course, his fans saw it.His fans always see it.They began sharing it. Making correlations out of your blurry frame and other street photos.

Noticing you wore a necklace that Heeseung had been seen holding in a vlog.

Noticing that his hoodie was seen on you a week earlier, on a café TikTok in the background.

They still didn't know your name. But they were obsessed with learning it. Just like him.

[aventoru]

morning routine

warning(s) : doesn't make sense bc it's not supposed to, a parody of ashton hall, crack+fluff

a/n : those crazy morning routines have taken over my fyp and i was reminded of kaiser's morning affirmations 😭

4:05 am

kaiser wakes up to the worst alarm known to man — the DEFAULT one. you’re quick to take the pillow from underneath you and smack him in the face. he smacks you back and it turns into a pillow fight. once that settles down, kaiser gets up from his luxury bed with silk sheets worth thousands of dollars and uses a remote to open the blinds. too much sunlight pours in and he’s nearly blinded by it (everybody in the comments knows this was filmed at 11am).

4:36 am

kaiser stands in front of a bowl filled with ice and pours water into it, then he proceeds to dunk his head in. you are seen walking past him in the background and fully push his head in. the football player panics and quickly lifts his head, turning around to glare at you. you cackle hysterically at his appearance. his frown deepens at that. “you look like a wet cat,” you say in between laughter. the comments agree with you.

5:17 am

kaiser arranges, then rearranges the stuffed animals on his bed (courtesy of you). he then repeatedly punches a plushie of oikawa tooru, your favorite character from the anime haikyu. you’ve shown him the video of the oikawa plushie abuse, so of course he knows what he’s doing. kaiser thinks if he’s already hopping on one trend, he might as well do all of them.

5:49 am

kaiser reads his daily affirmations out loud. he’s standing in front of the mirror, and the only thing he’s wearing is the hello kitty pajama pants hanging low on his waist. “nothing is impossible. you’re god’s chosen emperor. you’re better than isagi yoichi,” he repeats. you walk past, chiming in, “and you also bagged a hottie like (name)” before slapping his butt. he yelps as his concentration breaks and returns the gesture.

6:23 am

you and kaiser throw a party in the living room to “wake yourselves up”. the blinds are closed shut with the only source of light being the disco ball spinning above your heads. you’re still in your pajamas wearing sunglasses with microphones in your hands. 2014-2016 USUK pop songs are blasted through the speakers and you two sing along passionately. you’re surprised the neighbors haven’t filed a noise complaint.

6:54 am

kaiser gets ready for his job, you get ready for yours. he has the worst bedhead with that haircut, so you always help him in that aspect. on the other hand, he helps you choose an outfit. “you look good, babe,” he smirks as you two do an outfit check in front of the camera. “i know i do,” you respond cheekily. as a finishing touch, kaiser sprays on his godawful, headache-inducing cologne. you regret standing so close to your lover.

7:02 am

after you’re both looking prim and proper, you stand at the front door to put on your shoes. kaiser ties the laces on his cleats and before you could pick out your own pair of shoes, he beats you two it. he bends down and inserts each shoe onto your leg, fingers gently grazing your ankles. you blush at his gentle gesture and kaiser stands up. you two walk out the door together hand-in-hand.

7:03 am

you two walk straight back in and take your shoes off. it’s a day off, which is why you both have time to film this in the first place. you both get unready, and kaiser dunks his face in a bowl of ice again. this time, he forces you to do it with him.

7:33 am

kaiser teaches you how to play football in his massive backyard. there’s a mini goal set up as he teaches you to shoot. now, he’s standing opposite of you, acting as the goalie as you take your best shot. you kick the ball in decent form, just like how he taught you. the ball stays in the air for 4 minutes—

7:37 am

—then it lands on his face. you gasp as kaiser falls down, quickly rushing to his side. the damage is minimal that won’t stop him from using this to his advantage. he whines and rolls around on the grass, reaching a hand out for you two pull him up and when you grab it, he pulls you down with him. “you’re so childish, micha!” you smack him on the chest. he just smirks in return. you’re both dirty and sweaty now, but at least he’s gotten his revenge.

8:00 am

after cleaning up, you take kaiser to a flying yoga class. at some point he gets tangled in the fabric, dangling in mid-air. you nearly die of laughter as you take the opportunity to spin him around like a helicopter. he dies a little on the inside and you feel a sense of victory over the famous athlete.

8:41 am

kaiser makes you breakfast, which you enjoy together. with his athlete diet though, the foods he can consume are limited. so, after the healthy breakfast, you decide to treat yourself to dessert (aka more sugar than kaiser’s allowed in a lifetime). kaiser gives you a look of concern which soon morphs into one of affection.

you both are a little chaotic, but that makes you perfect for each other.

comment section

h1or1 : most sane morning routine 😭

bachira.m : @/isagiyoichi can’t catch a break

iluvkaiser: oikawa is anywhere but nationals

⤷ (name) : @/iluvkaiser HELP 💔

saeitoshiseyelash : (name) is a hottie

⤷ (name) : @/saeitoshiseyelash shidou i know it’s you

⤷ michaelkaiser : @/saeitoshiseyelash leave.

nikooo : 4 minutes in the air is crazy work 💀

[melondecarabia]

⋆˙⟡ frostheim nsfw headcanons 

mdni! 

fem reader 

authors note: i must admit i like kaito. i love pathetic men!!!! also i was drained of my creative juices after leo trilogy pt 2 so i disappeared for a bit sorry lmao

tw: sex! 

smut under the cut! 

jin 

going against the grain here, but for a good reason: JIN IS A VIRGIN!!! he's a hermit, and has severe trust issues! you will be the first one to even see him naked! 

oh he's a power bottom. he gets the hang of things pretty quickly, and starts to command you to give him pleasure. don't worry, it'll feel good for you too. 

i KNOW he gets bored in that room. wait a minute is he a gooner?? pretty much all he does is sleep, smoke, and jack off. now that you're in the picture though, he can just send a text or 'special photo' for you to come over. 

depression lowered his sex drive, but when it starts to get better he's hornier than ever, and WILL make it your problem. however, due to his smoking habits and inexperience in sex, he has only a bit of stamina. 

going with my own delusions: his dick is below average length and size. smallest of the ghouls! also, he doesn't trim much, but there's no need for that anyway, as the hair is short and soft by default. jin with a happy trail… it looks like snow. he's so pale, but the tip of his dick is bright pink. 

if you have a rough day he'll let you tie a bow on it <3 and then tells you to ride it until you're both satisfied. 

doesn't tell you, but he has a praise kink. doesn't even hint at it, but the first time you give him a handjob and call him pretty, he immediately nuts. he wants you to do it from your own volition. 

doesn't own that many sex toys, but his favorite one is a vibrating cock ring. it has a part that goes on your clit too, and jin's idea of a lovely afternoon is the two of you naked, while you cockwarm him in bed. he relaxes in the intimacy of being entangled and a low buzzing to melt all worries away. 

gets insecure a lot. so, here's an idea: sitting side by side on his bed, with a full length mirror in front. he's fully naked, and you're half clothed while giving him a handjob. just as he's about to cum for the first time, you stop, and tell him to name something good about himself. he's frustrated, but knows you won't continue if he doesn't do it. so, he calls himself smart. you tell him that he's very intelligent, and he cums after 3 strokes. repeating the process until he's fucked stupid… he could've told you to stop, but the feeling of pleasure and validation was too good to give up. 

buys you lingerie and asks for a fashion show. he really likes lacy balconette bras and garter belts. also maid outfits. gives you hickies on your breasts and thighs. 

jin is pretty quiet, but grunts and groans when he's close. he bites his lip to stay quiet, and though he's so pale, while turned on there's a shade of pink dusting his lips, cheeks, nipples and dick. like an angel <3 

aftercare? taking a nice bath while cuddling, and then going to sleep. keeps something to eat and drink around his room. while you recharge, he's laying his head on your titty. 

tohma 

he's quite experienced. before transfering to frostheim, he'd hook up every weekend, sometimes even four times a week. after the transfer? his horniness has built up, day by day. you're about to see what that means as his partner :) 

menace!! a dominant top i think. he acts so dignified in public, and you may think he's into bdsm or something. but that vagastrom dog has stayed in him! after babysitting jin and dealing with whatever upper crust bullshit the general students of frostheim came up with, he's out of patience for elaborate setups. if he wants to restrain you, he'll use his hands. maybe a tie, if he's feeling fancy. 

secret exhibitionist. might test cameras that only he has access to by asking you to hold his monocle, lifting up your skirt and eating you out sloppily in a supposed blind spot. and if you're already here, might as well test all of them, right? :) 

not jealous, but possessive. leaves hickies on your inner thighs, and one on the back of your neck, in a spot barely covered by the uniform collar. also encourages you to mark him up, as his body is covered up at all times. scratch his back! leave hickies all over his chest and hips! might lift your skirt under the table to trace his hand on the bruises he left, while wearing a satisfied look. 

favorite positions include doggy style, mating press and just. lifting you up while standing, and using his strength to bounce you up and down on his dick. positions that let him manhandle you, basically. 

his dick is huge, and that's why he's so smug. keeps the hair trimmed, just normal stuff. but the dick is just. a murder weapon. only one that could compete is zenji and he's dead. there's a thick vein on the underside, that feels just right. 

i remember a line of text from the game itself calling his fingers long and you know where my mind immediately went. to prepare you for his backbreaking railing, he takes his time to finger you. and yes, you get prepared! but tohma decided he really likes seeing you lose it with just his fingers. and he keeps going, not even unzipping his pants. has the audacity to act surprised when you're overstimulated when he decides to give you a break. 

into dacryphilia. not when you're sad or angry, but overwhelmed with pleasure. licks the tears from your face while he keeps ramming into you. 

appreciates a good pair of leggings on you… might smack your ass if there's no one around, and squeezes one cheek like a stress ball. 

cuddles after sex, before carrying you to shower. might result in more freak nasty, if you're still capable of walking though. 

luca 

maybe has had sex a few times before? maybe. takes good care to listen to what you like in order to learn more! he's pretty vanilla himself, but open to anything you suggest. 

switch vers luca! he adapts easily, and wants to take care of you. if you ride him, he'll help you move by keeping his hands on your hips, and thrusting upwards if needed. 

luca has a strict training regimen. he never does too little or too much. but sometimes, he has so much energy that a regular workout just isn't enough, and he gets restless. so, he shyly asks you to… 'workout' with him, as it'll help him sleep better. 

gets incredibly embarrassed if you give him a blowjob. might pass out if you show his cum on your tongue, and then swallow. he's a proper boy, and isn't prepared for such things… 

he eats very healthily, so his cum tastes good! gets flustered if you tell him that. 

if luca is somehow a bit too tired for sex, he'll gladly get you to ride his thigh. his legs are firm and muscular, ideal for the job. seeing you soak his pants might energize him though, and he'll go for a round or two. 

he has a pretty dick. smooth, a bit longer than average, with neatly trimmed hair, and just overall aesthetically pleasing. leaks precum like a broken faucet tho. 

gets turned on very easily. you don't even have to do anything suggestive, the man is just full of love, and just seeing you smile has him bricked! 

likes positions that demand strength from himself. it assures him he's strong, so he can protect you. when either one of you is needy, he finds a private place and lifts you up against a wall, and just goes at it while burying his face in your boobs. 

a soft moaner, and constant talker. keeps telling you how good it feels to have your walls clamp down on him. also keeps constantly telling you how much he loves you. 

i don't think he realizes it, but something about cumming inside you scratches a certain itch. he's dating for marriage, and a family. gets horny thinking about your future wedding, and the night that follows… 

aftercare? he's drawing a bath, and massaging any sore spots you have. also, hydration drinks in your favorite flavor! 

kaito 

HES BEEN PRAYING FOR THIS!!!! he's a virgin, and after having his first time with you, he is thanking whatever deity is out there that made this possible. 

submissive vers. whatever you want he wants! would like to be 'strong and manly', but pampering him will have that man in a daze, drooling for more. 

absolutely gets bricked even looking at you. he's in love!!! he finally has a girlfriend!!! 

as much as kaito fantasized about getting a blowjob, he finds it more pleasurable to give you oral. sure, he'll accept if you offer, but he's very eager to get between your legs. wants you to sit on his face and crush him! he would wear a neck brace with pride. 

horny at all times! perhaps not actively, but always ready to go at the slightest indication. gets so excited if you pull him to an empty room, and tell him to lay down so you can ride his face. nuts immediately if you call him your good boy. 

absolutely motivated by jealousy. he's extrememly insecure, and scared that you'll find someone 'better'. 

oh… to have soft sex, while telling him you'll never leave… kaito laying his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. chipping away at his insecurities, bit by bit. it's a slow process, but worth it to see him build confidence, and stand proudly at your side. 

bites his lip to keep in his sounds. he wants to hear your wails of pleasure!! if you do manage to catch him off guard (not that difficult), he'll let out a pornographic moan. 

after a round, he seems drained of all energy. but, after only a few minutes he's ready to go again!! keeps going for hours, until you're satisfied. 

his dick is just. average. not longer, not shorter, just average. kind of insecure about that too. he keeps himself hairless at all times. kaito was used to seeing hairless women in porn as well, but even one glance at a natural bush on you? he's ready to traverse the great wilderness, or whatever cringy line he comes up with at the moment. 

he has scented candles ready for whenever you come over. he's dedicated to make any and all sexual encounters romantic. 

loves boobs. and legs. and ass. every body part on you, actually, and if asked about his favorite, he could not choose and would cry. 

aftercare? freshening up, eating snacks, and watching a cute romcom while spooning. kaito feels at peace, and falls asleep pretty soon. 

[lulualuana]

Cry For Me

woke up from my second nap and this shit formed so eliquently in my mind, yet my valentine's special is just staring at me unfinished oops

wc: 873

cw: rough, somehow feels more crude than anything else i've written idk why, p in v sex, mating press (fav position sue me), mentions of creampies, overstimulation, mild (not so mild) dumbification, crying kink bc mmm yeah, i think that's everything of note..

enjoy?

It didn't hurt. That's what kept running through your head despite the tears running down your face. You weren't in pain, you just felt too good and your default reaction is to practically sob your eyes out over it. You'd always been a bit of a crybaby. Leon liked it. Loved it, actually.

The way you'd cry when overwhelmed and overstimulated. The way you would push at his head and damn near claw at his scalp when he ate you out, trying to pull free before you burst into tears. The way you would hiccup and tense up trying to bite back the tears when he fucked you into the mattress, only to end up with the sheets covered in tears and come anyway.

It was fucking delicious. It’s what he aimed for honestly. He’d never admitted it up until now, but he loved watching you cry. It gave him a rush he didn’t understand but couldn’t get anywhere else. 

It was all he was thinking about when he came back from work, particularly pissed off. Some rookie had fucked up exponentially and he was the one who had to stay later and fix his mistake when all he wanted was to go home and cuddle his cute girlfriend. Needless to say, he wanted something a little more stress relieving that cuddling now. 

You were all for it, of course, the caring girlfriend you are. You wanted him to be healthy, happy and stress free. So you didn’t protest when he was impatiently tugging off the cute outfit you wore out with your friends earlier, didn’t protest when he bit your neck harder than he usually did, bit down your protest when he tore your favorite panties and bra. You sure as hell didn’t complain when he was pressing his hands underneath your knees, pressing your legs up to your chest as he stuffed his cock so deep inside you, you swore you could feel it in your chest. 

No, the complaints only came with how good it felt, as always. His body caging you down against the mattress, holding you open as he thrusted over and over and over again with no end in sight. He wasn’t gentle about it and fuck, if that didn’t only make it feel ten times better. He kissed you, unabashedly groaning against your mouth as he fucked you so good your saw stars. Maybe that was also from the lack of oxygen as he kissed you. 

Either way, it wasn’t long before it became too much for you. Wasn’t long before you were pushing against his thrusts, your lust-drunk mind incapable of forming the right words to tell Leon you were going to come so you just did. Clamping down so tight around him, he knew you came, but that didn’t make his relentless pace stop, and that’s when the waterworks started. 

Your hands met his shoulders with no malicious intent, even as your nails sunk into his skin, pushing as tears built up in your eyes, clouding your already hazing vision. His thrusts only jostled them free, sending them free falling down your cheeks and the sides of your face. You stuttered out incomprehensible words, something or other about it being too much and needing a break, yet your pussy fluttered and sucked him back in so welcomingly that he couldn’t help but not believe you. 

He tutted down at you, slowing his pace as if to give you the recess you thought you craved, yet as his thrusts slowed, the strength behind them increased. “You feel so fucking good around me, sweetheart. So tight and warm, do you really want me to give you a break?” Whatever you babble in response is met with a particularly deep and hard thrust that just seems to pull the tears right from your eyes along with a pretty little sob from your lips too. 

“And look how pretty you are,” he coos, leaning down over you and pressing more weight down onto you as he just admires you. His eyes are sharp as they trail your figure from this close up position. How you’re wrapped so tight around him, the way your chest heaves, your smudged lip gloss that he’s sure he’s rocking too, all the way up to the mascara running down your cheeks that’s chased by more tears. He can’t help himself when his tongue slips out, lapping at your tears and groaning at the salty taste as he bucks into you. “You’re a fucking vision, baby. I love seeing you cry for me.” 

While that would’ve been alarming to hear from any other person, it was intoxicating to hear from Leon. It was enough to make the overstimulation worth it. It was enough to stir you back up when his thrusts picked back up with a fervor and more weight behind them, his mouth down by your ear. “I wanna’ see how you cry when I come inside you, baby. Wanna’ see your pretty face covered in tears when I stuff your pretty pussy full over,” a thrust, “and over,” a deeper thrust, “and over again.” 

His words leave no room for misinterpretation. You’re not getting a break, and neither are your tear ducts. 

~~~

sobs (but sexily)

[seyvia]

✦•···• 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩 •···•✦

I admit, I was a little intimidated about tackling this project, but once I got to know their characters better, I felt more confident that I could make an adequate maxis match version. And honestly, I totally get it now! I want to marry them too!♡ Thank you for all the requests, and I hope yuh enjoy em!

✦•···• 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 •···•✦

Please do!

Credit me. I worked hard on these sims. ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) Tag me if you use them for something! Change them into your sim style! / give them makeovers!

Please do not!

Please don't claim as your own creations. Don't reupload them somewhere else. Especially dangerous sites where you make money off of my free downloads.

NOTES

Playtested March 2025!

Not all packs are required for downloading! Simply substitute any missing components on the sim.

All cc included! Even my defaults. If you happen to have any conflicting defaults that you prefer, simply locate the defaults file and delete them.

on the gallery too, but that doesn't include cc, so they will look different if you don't have their cc in your mods folder.

This is not 100% my usual sim style, mine is a bit more cartoony. I made Xavier first for a singular sim req and they asked for him to have a more "realistic" style, so I just continued that for the rest of them.

lots of credit to all the amazing cc creators!💖

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𝙼𝙲: a base sim for you to edit however you please. She only has one outfit, the rest are blank.

"I don't remember you."

You are the subject of all their desires, but stronger then you appear. Can you trust the ones around you? ...What if you don't want to be the princess of this fairy tale?

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

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𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛: a tiny refresh from my previous download of him.

"My light only shines over you."

An elite hunter who disappears into thin air. Who is he...?

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

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𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎: I made him the only spellcaster even though they all use a type of "magic", his position with his evol "magic" stood out more in his story from what I noticed. You can change this to your liking of course. I had to retake his photos because I found better scars when I was almost done. And if your wondering about those, they were caused by his powers... they hurt him.

"I've lived in a never ending winter long enough. If you come closer, then..."

The quiet boy from my childhood became my primary care physician more than a decade later.

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

⋆꙳❅°⋆❆･*❆ ₊⋆❆˚｡₊⊹❅⋆

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕: If you hadn't noticed I opted for dressing them in more casual outfits. Since maxis match cc for men is still lack luster when it comes to clothing. I really wish there were corset trousers like Raf's! :( BTW! Don't cha think his tail is spot on?!

"Life is precious, you know. Paint your story with your own colors."

A famous and aloof artist. He invited me to be his bodyguard. It's a good opportunity to investigate what he actually intends to do!

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜: ......( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,).... I've been sitting here for 10 minuets now trying to remember what I originally was gonna say, but my head went blank... I blame him.

"Don't you see? this is what your heart truly desires."

The leader of Onychinus. He's the most influential, dominant figure in the N109 Zone. He said we were the "same" and knows me... What's going on here?

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♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.♫⋆｡♪♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.♫

𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚋: ... I think I need to continue to study him at a safe distance for now.

 “I promise you’ll see me everyday when you wake up. ”

My childhood friend. Grandma took us in when we were young. Now he works as a fighter pilot for the Deepspace Aviation Administration.

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

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I'm so Tsundere! you have no idea what this has put me though!

Live footage of me at the beginning of this⬇️😭

... How it's going⬇️🤣

[risestarkiss]

Rise Ramblings #789

While researching for a certain project, I realized something interesting about our boy Mikey.

In TMNT lore, clothing is worn for the purpose of “fitting in.” Yet in Rise, gone are the days of wearing “disguises” to pass as humans (whereas some iterations went as far as wearing human head masks.)

I think the closest we get to a “disguise for the purpose of fitting in” is when, for some inexplicable reason, they decide to wear their wrestling costumes while running a mundane errand.

Yet normally, and when sane, the Rise boys wear clothes based on the occasion, just like everyone else.

However, when I started to look at the clothing choices of a certain boy in orange, something stuck out to me.

Other than the winter gear which serves a purpose, and the basic default hoodie for most outside shenanigans, Mikey’s clothing choices are…unique compared to his brothers.

Let’s take his choice of swimwear, for instance.

While his brothers go for more traditional beach attire, what is Mikey wearing?

He’s wearing a one-piece bathing suit from the 1920’s. 😂

Of which, nowadays, is sold as a costume.

Likewise, when the boys need to infiltrate April’s school, Raph and Leo dress accordingly.

But what does Mikey wear?

Now I could be wrong, but I believe that Mikey’s fit is a reference to the movie, “Redline,” complete with an outrageous pompadour.

There are not many other instances of Mikey wearing clothes, but here are a few honorable mentions:

The most clothes Mikey does wear is obviously in “Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle.” Yet, his reception to the situation is different than that of his brothers.

My final thoughts:

This is the most normal outfit that Mikey owns.

It’s a simple sweater, pair of jeans, and glasses. This is a fit that anyone else would wear while out and about.

But for him to wear this particular look, a certain stipulation must be met.

He has to be “Doctor Feelings.”

Given all of the evidence, I’ve come to a conclusion.

I believe that Mikey doesn’t see clothes as a way to be himself. Michelangelo, instead, sees clothes as simply…Cosplay.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

gamers

words: 800

warnings: vague descriptions of video game violence and gore, established relationship

“is it scary? i don't wanna play if it's scary.” you pout as rafe places the controller into your hand.

“ill protect you, promise.” rafe says, reaching over to flick the lamp on the side table on, that way more than just the light from the tv is illuminating the room.

“fine, but you can't get mad at me if i get your character killed.” you watch as rafe navigates the game easily, opening it up to the character customization screen, just doing default settings for himself.

“oh my god, im gonna make my girl look so cute!” you gush, taking your time to carefully choose her hair and outfit, even though none of the options are stylish, you create the best look you can out of the post apocalyptic clothing choices.

rafe doesn't care that he has to sit and wait for you to perfect your character, not when he finally got you to agree to play with him.

“okay, done.” you nod as you choose a pair of pink sneakers, practical but still cute. “so what's this game all about? just running from zombies?”

“basically.” rafe says with a light chuckle. “we gotta get to the safe house for this round. just follow me, gonna pick up some weapons.”

you pick up the hang of the controls easily, concentrating on the tv as rafe drops a knife and gun for character to use to protect yourself just in case.

“this isn't so bad.” you hum, pausing to admire the scenery in the background of the game, mountain peaks poking up into the sky. “where are all the zombies?”

“they give you a few minutes to get weapons before the storms start.” rafe says, eyes scanning the screen as you head into a building, rafe knows there's med packs in there that he will need when he sustains damage keeping your character safe.

“storms? that sounds scary rafe.” you scooch so you’re closer to your boyfriend. “and it's getting dark.”

it's already dark outside your actual window, but you can tell that it's getting darker in the game as well, the sun setting as you follow rafe down the desolate street, crashed cars and trash strewn about just like if it was a real apocalypse.

“here they come!” rafe warns, clicking the buttons quickly as his character shoots at the zombies moving slowly towards you. your eyes widen upon seeing the gore, cringing and turning to hide your face in rafes shoulder once your character is hidden behind a stopped car.

“i don't like this rafey!” you whine once the gunfire stops, peeking up to see a literal pile of dead zombies. “it's scary.”

“i know, but i kept you safe, didn't i? we are almost done with the first level, just gotta get to the safe house then we can take a break, okay?” rafe offers, keeping his eyes on the screen but turning his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

“fine.” you groan. you like playing games with rafe, but your preference is him watching you dress your sims or decorate their houses after using a cheat to get them more money, only wanting your sims to have the best furniture.

you navigate your character to follow him down the sidewalk, occasionally stopping to kill the zombies. you even manage to shoot a couple.

“wait, baby, be careful.” rafe warns. “dont go that way.”

but his warning comes too late as a zombie jumps out of a dumpster that you’re standing directly next to, making you scream as it takes up your entire screen, not just attacking your character but also jumpscaring you.

“i got you, hold on.” rafe is pressing the sprint button as hard as he can, as if that can somehow make his character get to you faster. rafe manages to kill the zombie before it has the chance to bite you.

your chest is heaving up and down like you were the one to get attacked. “come on, the safe house is just around the corner.” rafe wraps an arm around your shoulder, using one hand on the controller until you’re both behind the barbed wire fence, the game switching to a cutscene. 

“i hate this.” you look to rafe with a pout on your face. “can we play stardew valley instead? please?”

rafe sighs. he should have known better than having you play with him. you are extremely adverse to any sort of shooting game. “yeah, sure.” rafe saves his progress, just in case he can convince you to play with him again before switching to stardew valley and handing you the main controller.

“yesss, thank you.” you smile, pressing a kiss to rafes cheek as your character wakes up. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“you just say that because you need me to go into the mines for you.” rafe says with a laugh.

“well, its scary!”

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[cremeful]

you love your friends alot, you really do but sometimes they act a certain way towards you everytime you even imply the fact that you are interested in someone. — possessive. 

especially rafe cameron. you’ve been best friends with him since the second grade and inseparable ever since, so much so that people started calling you two eachothers shadows.

you didn’t trust anyone but rafe, but as you two got older he started getting into “relationships” and overtime his hookups of the week didn’t really like you lingering around him, which ultimately led to him always calling the quits and left you feeling like you needed your own friendship away from him.

so eventually you started getting into the field of dating and your friends did not like that.

“no, i won’t tell you again so stop asking.” rafe being the stubborn born boy that he was, was firm on his answer and didn’t let up. he didn’t have time for your nonsense, not that he would have an entirely different answer if he did have time for it anyways. 

kelce and topper sat on the couch watching all this play out. you were on keens with your chin propped up on rafes leg giving him your best puppy dog eyes hoping he would give into your ridiculous question about helping you get shane faultons number. 

“this is my first time asking!” desperately whining out, you hear topper let out a little laugh, “why do you even need that bastards number anyways princess?” you know exactly where this is going by the tone of topper’s voice, so by default you lie.

“for my friend! she really likes him and i promised i would help her get his number, you know girls code and what not.” you let out a nervous laugh.

the three boys exchanged looks as if they are calculating what one of them will say next and it was kelce to speak “you shouldn’t have volunteered yourself for that, the answer is still no.” as quiet as kelce is, he is just as scary as rafe.

you drop from your knees with a pout from your glossy lips “this isn’t fair, why do you guys even have friends if you aren’t going to give me their numbers.” you know the answer to that question yourself. you grew up with these three boys, you knew the crowd they accustomed themselves with and they be damned if they let a sleazy college kid get their hands on you.

rafe let out a sigh leaning forward reaching for the blunt on the coffee table, lighting then bringing it to his lips to take a hit. “faluton isn’t our fucking friend, so cut the shit.” his voice is firm laced with irritation, your still sitting arount rafe’s feet, back is against the couch with your arms folded with a scowl on your face.

“this is fucking stupid.” you muttered. obviously pissed at the known outcome of your little situation, it was indeed stupid but did the three boys care? no. not one bit, not when it meant keeping you on a tight leash and most importantly safe.

“you are being a fucking brat, i don’t got time for this shit, you knew the answer before you even came up with the idea.“ rafe laughs in disbelief while shaking his head, you ignored him of course and began texting your friend already coming up with another way to get the boys number.

if they aren’t going to help you then you’re going to find another way to get it yourself.

eventually you get shanes number with the help of cleo, which results into you being invited to a frat party. you have no clue why you agreed in the first place, you have never been to one without the company of either rafe. he would literally kill you if he found out where you were.

you ignored the pit in your stomach and the voice in the back of your head telling you it’s a bad idea; of course its a bad idea. you are lying to your best friend and you also went behind his back and got a number he specifically told you no too. so yeah this could potentially blow up in your face but at least outfit is cute! 

you soon arrived to the party, the music vibrating the floor as you walk in being guided by shane. you weren’t quite out of your comfort zone but still the scene was new for you. you were briefly introduced to shane’s friends, most of them already intoxicated by the time you arrived. “yo! aren’t you rafe’s girl?!” loud and obnoxious, one of his friends that you can’t remember the name, yells. you go wided eyed unsure of what to say you try sputtering out a answer but another one of his friend’s chime in before you can deflect, “oh shit! that is her, yooo shane how did you manage to get set up with her?” overly hyped, like you are the shiny new toy in kindergarten.

shane chuckles awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “um her friend cleo set us up together.” you shuffle uncomfortably at the conversation. shane senses your discomfort and makes an excuse to get away from whatever that was.

you two find an unoccupied couch in the living room, “im sorry if my friends made you uncomfortable.” shane sounded genuine. it made you smile a bit, “its okay, i guess i was more so taken back by them knowing who i was.” you let out a smile giggle.

you and shane sit on the couch for a while talking about your childhood memories and whatever else you two have in common until you saw out the corner of your eye a very familiar blonde haired boy with the two that come along with him, your heart dropped. you quickly slid down the couch tucking into shane’s side who is looking at you confused by your sudden action, “w-what, why are you doing that? what happened?!” concerned, he looked around the room confused.

“shane we have to go right now!” you say it faster than your brain can keep up, you should’ve listened to your gut and stayed home but no! you just had to agree to this stupid date. shane still oblivious to what is happening, is trying to figure out what made you act so frantic. he was about to ask you why, until your phone flashed indicating you received a text, you froze.

he stopped fucking answering, you never been so scared in your life. you frantically looked around not seeing the blonde or topper and kelce near you until about 3 mins later when you heard kelce’s voice from behind you. “you got to be fucking kidding me.” you shut your eyes and clasped your hands together and silently prayed that for once the universe would have your side, but again you would be asking for too much.

you slowly turned around with a guilty smile to see kelce staring directly at you, you were just about to beg him not to tell rafe or direct his attention over to the three of you but before you could even get the words out he cuts you off “he is going to beat your ass.” he says matter factly, you grab kelce by the arm and beg him to help you but even he couldn’t save you from rafe.

you totally forgot about shane until he spoke, “lol whats the big deal? she is grown.” you whipped your head around and stare about the brown haired boy and mouth “shut the fuck up!” trying to at least lessen the situation for him, but he doesn’t take the hint and suggests that your friends get to know him first, stupid and reckless.

in all honesty if you thought shane was this stupid you wouldn’t have considered going out with him, he seemed intelligent at the time but its hard to tell when you were to busy trying to defy at your friends.

so here you are, sat across from shane as kelce is sat next you. it’s awkward, kelce being kelce doesn’t say anything but just stare at shane, shane shifts uncomfortably under the boys stare. “this is fucking ridiculous, all because you wanted to go against what we said.” kelce mumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed at you and your actions.

you roll your eyes, picking at your nails. you clear your throat and clasp your hands together, “anyways, let’s start with introductions! kelce this is shane, shane this kelce!” you say trying to lift the mood but kelce was budging, scoffing at you actually trying to make an impression.

shane sits up straight and starts talking about his intentions with you, going in one ear and other the other kelce cuts him off, “your telling me like i would ever be okay with you being around her. it’s not me who you need to be kissing ass too. its him.” he says, nodding to the boy thats walking over, face stern, eyes holding irritation in them.

kelce says it like its a fact; it is. — before you can even speak your piece rafe is on you like a lion on its prey, he is now standing in front of you not acknowledge shanes out reached hand waiting for a handshake. rafe’s chest is raising rapidly, you never seen him like this, not this mad ever.

“you must be out of your fucking mind, not only did you lie. you went behind my fucking back and came to a fucking drug fueled party, what someone you don’t know!” you look like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to say, rafe knows you are more than capable of speaking for yourself but shane once again speaks over you. “dude chill the fuck out. she’s not your girl, she can do what the fuck she wants.” you are convinced shane has a deathwish.

before you can tell rafe to stop, he is across the coffee table and yanking the boy up from his seat. “the fuck you just say to me, huh?” shane tries to pull rafe off of him but rafe’s grip isn’t loosening around the boys collar, you gasp uncertain of what to do, by this point kelce is in front of you trying to shield you from the scene unfolding in front you and topper has you pulling to his side, rafe’s voice is low “you don’t know shit, you think just because you waltz into her life and say a few sweet words, that youre gonna fuck her?”

shane is still trying to prove that he knows more than rafe, that he knows whats best for you and rafe isn’t having it. “i know that when it comes down to it, she’s going to be in my bed, crying out my name.” shane says it confidently, which makes rafes movements stop and face drop. he sees red, he slams shane on to the floor and starts punching, by this point a crowd of people are looking and shouting, some are trying to get rafe to stop and some are encouraging it.

“SAY THAT A FUCKING AGAIN. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” rafe is seething, and by this point you are full on sobbing because you now realize that rafe, kelce and topper were right as always. you should’ve listened when they told you to say away from the boy to begin with.

rafe grabs the boys face forcing him to look at you, leaning over him, gritting through his teeth “ she will always be mine. i kill you or anyone for that matter behind her. if i see you talking to her or even looking at her, i swear to god that will be the last time you ever did.” rafe sits back up, roughly letting go of his face before topper pulls rafe off of him.

your face is ruined from the crying you had been doing, you felt guilt for lying to rafe all while feeling horrible for what the situation caused for the other boy. you sat on the couch waiting for rafe to come back downstairs, lost in thought you felt someone softly kick your feet, looking up you see rafe.

you stare up at him with glassy doe eyes, your chest unsteady you feel yourself getting worked up again, your brain overworked and overwhelmed. “im sorry, i didn’t mean for this to happen, i didn’t think that he would actually turn out to be an asshole” rafe sighs, sitting on the coffee table in front of you, wiping your tears stained cheek. “oh, sweetheart..of course you didn’t know, im not blaming you.” he says it so softly like every word will hurt you.

“are you mad at me? i don’t like it when your mad at me ray.” your playing with his fingers, he looks down at your hands cupped against his. yours are so much smaller and soft than his; dainty. he shakes his head, before clearing his throat “no not anymore.” your hands stops, he sees your brain working..overthinking. “i know im hard to handle as a friend-” before you could even finish, he grabs your face in between his hands and pulls you in for a kiss.

you gasp, hands clutching against his black tshirt. you melt into his touch, kissing him back. he pulls away, “i always know how to handle you, just gotta keep a short leash on you now, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

When do think Malleus’s broken horn will be reflected in future events and cards? I ask this because I can’t tell at what point in the timeline the most recent events have happened, they’re likely all prior to book 7 including the upcoming event but then how do we know which overblots have occurred yet? I also wonder if the events are even canon to the main story, any thoughts on this?

Mm... hard to say? I don't even know if it would be reflected in all future events and cards since the horn injury is a pretty major spoiler for the main story. The only other character that had a significant change in design over the course of the amin story was Ortho. His College Gear became the default form he assumed for the events that came out after book 6, such as Fairy Gala: What If, White Rabbit Fest, Stage in Playful Land, Wish Lantern. However, Ortho does appear in his old Archetype Gear in Grim's Ceremonial Robes (Twst third year anniversary) groovy.

So if Ortho's College Gear is a potential main story spoiler that appears in events, shouldn't Malleus's horn injury also appear in events?? Maybe...? But I feel that seeing Ortho in his College Gear is different than seeing Malleus's horn... If you were a new player seeing Ortho in the College Gear with zero context, you would not associate it with his independence and finding his own identity. You'd just assume it's another outfit Idia made him. However, seeing Malleus with a very noticeable physical change makes people start asking questions. It ruins the twist as to how they defeat book 7's major and powerful boss, and it also may completely shift the dynamics of how he interacts with peers (since breaking the horns reduces his magical power), which isn't the case for Ortho. This makes me think that Twst won't commit to depicting Malleus with his injury in all future instances.

As for events, the fandom generally accepts that they are largely not canon to the main story timeline. Rather, they are "what ifs", "AUs", "parallel worlds", or "things that happen outside of the canon of purview of the main story's timeline.

Yana seems to imply this as well. According to a 2020 interview: “Sometimes the relationship between characters changes completely in the main storyline, which will leave me scratching my head and wondering, ‘When did that part happen?’. However, I am sure that more and more events are going to be held in the future, so I am wondering if parallel and ‘if’ worlds are going to start appearing.” (Fan translation by Yuurei-san!)

Practically speaking, there is absolutely no way they all fit in the 8 and a half months (September to mid-May) that the main story so far spans. Some events you may be able to easily slot in (like book 5 going into February and Beans Day taking place in February too), but it overall creates way too many contradictions. For example, Stage in Playful Land takes place around Halloween. However, Ortho appears in his College Gear in that event, meaning that this must be post-book 6--it has to be the Halloween when Ortho is a second year. But if that's true, then none of the third years in the event should be there because they should be off on their internships. Yuu would also be recognized much sooner in the main story if we accept that the characters' familiarity with them in the events are true. (For example, Yuu knows Malleus's identity in the events, but does not learn his name until late book 5 of the main story.) If you tried to fit everything into the same timeline, you would very quickly find plot holes like this. Events can't really mention main story things or even OBs so as to avoid spoilers there.

It should be mentioned that there are times when events are hinted at in the main story. For example, Silver and Sebek mention taking the Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles course in book 7, which implies that those events may be "canon" to the main story (but it could just as easily also just refer to the course in general and not the story event). These instances are very few and far-between though.