#juicy lasting tint

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rom&nd Juicy Lasting Tint

I love discovering lip shades that look good on my skin tone. Also, up until now I mainly used matte lip products as I thought they looked better on me. But this is until I tried these romand tints which are absolutely gorgeous.

These are no. 25 Bare Grape from their Juicy Lasting Tint Bare Juicy Series, and no. 18 Mellow Peach from Juicy Lasting Tint Riped Fruit Series (2020 F/W Collection).

Full review and swatches on my blog post: rom&nd Juicy Lasting Tint

What's your favorite product from rom&nd?

[rlqfpdl]

It’s just me and my lipstick against the world.

(Wild fig balm dot com and bare grape juicy lasting tint. Because I don’t gatekeep)

[hynzsn]

★ CHAPTER ONE: BERRY BEST BEGINNING ★

chapter one of ₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕STRAWBERRY KISSES ꒱ ˚₊

☆ choi soobin x male reader

-> sunshine baker!soobin x grumpy (secretly soft) farmer!reader

꩜ .ᐟ fluff

contents: loosely inspired by strawberry shortcake (tv show), opposites attract, m/m, strawberries, romance, slice of life, slight enemies to lovers (at least grumpy x sunshine potential), humor, bakery, farm, forced proximity, small town setting, mutual pining (brewing already!), summer, summer vibes, lighthearted & sweet, slow burn, feel good, height difference, summer berry festival, awkward encounters, did someone say strawberries?

wc: 2.3k

summary: meet soobin, the sunshine baker known for his award-winning pastries and infectious laugh. his bakery, "crumbs & co.," is the heart of shortcake springs, especially during the annual summer berry festival. but disaster strikes – he's out of strawberries, his star ingredient! enter you, the gruff but handsome owner of "sun-kissed berries," known for your organic, mouthwatering produce. soobin, desperate and flustered, begs you for help. you, initially hesitant due to the last-minute request and your own demanding schedule, is charmed by soobin’s passion and agrees to help, setting the stage for a week of unexpected collaboration.

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welcome to shortcake springs, a place where life was as sweet and satisfying as a perfectly crafted strawberry shortcake. nestled amidst rolling hills and fields bursting with color, the town was a patchwork of charm and rustic elegance. the air, always tinted with the sweetness of ripening berries, carried the laughter of children playing in the town square, a space as inviting and comforting as a fluffy biscuit base. quaint brick buildings, their faces adorned with overflowing flower boxes, lined main street, each shop a treasure trove of local delights, much like the hidden pockets of juicy strawberries within a well-made shortcake.

and just like the crowning dollop of whipped cream, the annual summer berry festival was the pinnacle of the town's year, a celebration of all things fruity and joyful. it was a time for neighbors to come together, for traditions to be shared, and for the air to be filled with the irresistible aroma of freshly baked dreams.

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the aroma of baking bread and simmering fruit usually heralded the dawn in this quaint corner of the world. but today, a different kind of energy crackled through the air - a blend of rising panic and the sweet, sharp scent of desperation. it clung to choi soobin like a fine dusting of flour as he frantically rummaged through his walk-in refrigerator.

"no, no, no!" the word escaped him, a low groan that echoed off the stainless steel shelves, starkly contrasting with his usually disposition. his bakery, "crumbs & co," was a symphony of warmth and light, the kind of place where worries melted away with the first bite of a blueberry muffin. but right now, the only thing melting was soobin's composure.

he was out of strawberries. completely, utterly, devastatingly out. and not just any strawberries - these were the plump, ruby-red jewels destined for his legendary strawberry shortcake, the crown jewel of the annual summer berry festival, just a week away.

"okay, soobin, think," he muttered, pushing a hand through his already-tousled hair. he looked like a classic storybook baker, flour-dusted apron slightly askew, a smudge of strawberry jam on his cheek, and eyes wide with a mixture of distress and determination. "who has the best damn strawberries within a fifty-mile radius?"

the answer, as clear and bright as the summer sky outside, slammed into him like a runaway pie cart. it was a name whispered with reverence by townsfolk and pastry enthusiasts alike: y/n, the enigmatic owner of "sun-kissed berries."

y/n. even your name sounded like something out of a folk song, rough around the edges yet undeniably alluring. soobin had only caught glimpses of you at the local farmer's market, and there was always one thing that stood out to him the most - your eyes. your eyes which could probably melt glaciers with a single glance. you had a reputation for being a bit gruff, a man of few words and even fewer smiles. but damn, could you grow some strawberries.

soobin glanced at the calendar on the wall, each day marked with a reminder of the rapidly approaching festival. it was a long shot, a desperate plea. but desperation, as they say, was the mother of all questionable life choices. and right now, soobin was ready to adopt that questionable life choice and call it his own.

"alright y/n," soobin muttered, grabbing his keys and mentally preparing himself for potential rejection. "time to see if those rumours about your heart being as soft as your strawberries are actually true."

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the drive to "sun-kissed berries," was a blur of verdant fields and soobin's increasingly frantic internal monologue. he'd rehearsed his plea at least a dozen times, each iteration more desperate than the last. he just had to convince you to part with your precious strawberries. his reputation, his sanity, and possibly the entire happiness index of the town depended on it.

he pulled up to the farm, a charmingly rustic spread with a weathered wooden sign that read "sun-kissed berries - taste the difference." soobin's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that rivaled the beat of a hummingbird's wings. he took a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of freshly turned earth, and, yes, the unmistakable sweetness of ripe strawberries. it was like walking into a goddamn fruit-themed fairytale.

he spotted you immediately. you were bent over a row of strawberry plants, a straw hat shading your eyes as you inspected the fruit with a focus that bordered on reverence. even from a distance, soobin could see the way the sun glinted off your hair, the way your shoulders moved with an easy strength that made his stomach do a weird little flip.

"okay, soobin," he whispered to himself, "play it cool. be charming. channel your inner pastry god."

he strode towards you, each step a symphony of squeaking sneakers and mounting anxiety. as he got closer, he could hear you humming a low tune, a melody as warm and comforting as a summer breeze. you still hadn't noticed him, too engrossed in the world of your berries.

"um, hello?" soobin called out, his voice a little higher-pitched than intended.

you straightened up, turning to face him with a slow deliberateness that sent a shiver down soobin's spine. your eyes, sharp and startingly intense, met his, and for a moment, soobin forgot how to breathe.

"can i help you?" you asked, your voice a low rumble that resonated deep within soobin's chest. it was the kind of voice that could narrate audiobooks and make grocery lists sound like poetry.

"i, uh..." soobin stammered, his carefully rehearsed speech dissolving like sugar in rainwater. he felt like an idiot, standing there with his mouth flapping like a landed fish.

you raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement dancing in your eyes. "cat got your tongue?"

"more like strawberry stole my vocabulary," soobin blurted out, mentally kicking himself for the lame joke.

to his surprise, a low chuckle rumbled from your chest. "that's a new one." you leaned back against a weathered fence post, crossing your arms over your chest. "so, what brings the town baker to my humble berry patch?"

soobin took a deep breath, willing his heart rate to slow down to something resembling a normal rhythm. "right, well, you see, y/n," he began, trying to inject his voice with a confidence he definitely didn't feel, "i'm in a bit of a predicament."

"predicament?" you echoed, tilting your head slightly. the sunlight caught the side of your face, highlighting the sharp line of your jaw and the faintest hint of stubble. soobin briefly wandered what it would be like to trace those lines with his fingertips, then mentally scolded himself for having inappropriate thoughts about a guy who could probably bench-press a tractor.

"yes, a predicament of epic, pastry-related proportions," soobin said, wincing internally at his own rambling. "you see, the summer berry festival is in a week..."

"i'm aware," you interrupted, a hint of amusement in your voice. "it's kind of hard to miss all the posters plastered around town with that giant strawberry mascot on them."

soobin blushed, realizing he was stating the obvious. "right, of course," he mumbled. "well, the thing is, my strawberry shortcakes are, like, a huge thing at the festival. people line up for hours. there are even rumours of a black market for the last few boxes."

you chuckled, a deep throaty sound that sent a pleasant shiver down soobin's spine. "sounds serious."

"it is!" soobin exclaimed, his desperation finally breaking through. "and the thing is, i, uh, i may have...miscalculated...the amount of strawberries i needed."

"miscalculated?' you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

soobin cringed. "okay, fine, i completely forgot to order more and now i'm completely out and the festival is in a week and..." he trailed off, realizing that he was starting to hyperventilate.

you studied him for a moment, your gaze intense and unnervingly perceptive. soobin felt like you could see right through his flour-dusted apron, into the depths of his slightly panicked soul.

"so," you said slowly, "you're asking me..."

"for your strawberries?" soobin blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. "please. y/n, you're my only hope! your strawberries are legendary! they're like little drops of sunshine kissed by angels!"

okay maybe he went a tad overboard with the description, but he was desperate!

you didn't reply right away. you just stood there, arms crossed, a thoughtful expression on your face as you surveyed soobin with those intense eyes. soobin resisted the urge to fidget, reminding himself that he was a pastry god, a master of dough and sugar, and he could handle a little bit of awkward silence.

"you know," you finally said, your voice deceptively casual, "most people place orders in advance."

soobin winced. "yes, i’m aware of how business transactions usually work," he said, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "but this is... a unique situation. a perfect storm of baking enthusiasm and forgetfulness."

you let out a low chuckle, the sound unexpectedly pleasant. "let me guess, you were up all night perfecting a new glaze, lost track of time, and by the time you remembered the strawberries, it was too late?"

soobin stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. "how...how did you know that?"

you shrugged, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of your lips. "lucky guess. plus, you've got a bit of flour in your hair."

soobin's hand flew to his head, self-consciously brushing away the stray but of baking evidence. he was mortified. he prided himself on his usually impeccable appearance, but clearly, his strawberry-induced meltdown had taken it's toll.

"look," you said, your voice softening slightly, "i appreciate the...enthusiasm. and your shortcakes do sound legendary."

"they are!" soobin interjected. clutching at the compliment like a lifeline.

you held up a hand, silencing him. "but," you continued, "my strawberries are spoken for. i've got contracts with half the restaurants in town, not to mention the farmer's market this weekend."

soobin's heart plummeted. he knew it was a long shot, but hearing you confirm it felt like a punch to the gut. his festival dreams, his reputation, his very existence as a baker flashed before his eyes.

"but..." you added, and soobin dared to hope again.

you pushed away from the fence post, tilting your head back slightly to meet soobin's eyes. even with the height difference, your gaze held steady, those same intense eyes studying him with an unnerving perceptiveness. soobin was really fighting the urge to fidget under your scrutiny, but he also couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the way you had to look up at him.

"i might," you said slowly, your voice low and a touch of conspiratorial, "have a small surplus."

soobin's head tilted in response, hope surging through him like a shot of espresso. "you do?"

"maybe," you said, a playful glint in your eyes, "but it'll cost you."

soobin would have empties his bakery fund, his savings account, and possibly sold his prized collection of vintage rolling pins at that moment. "anything," he blurted out. "name your price."

you let out a deep an rich chuckle, taking a step closer, closing the distance between you. "relax, baker boy. i'm not going to bankrupt you. at least, not today." you paused, tapping a finger against your chin thoughtfully. "tell you what. you help me around the farm this week, leading up to the festival - i’m harvesting the last of the season's - and those surplus berries are all yours."

soobin blinked, momentarily distracted by how close you were now. he could practically smell the fresh earth and sunshine clinging to your clothes. "help you...on the farm?"he echoed, trying to focus on the conversation ad not the way your presence seemed to fill his senses. he couldn't help but picture himself, covered in dirt and probably a few insects, fumbling his way through a field of strawberries. it wasn't exactly the image he usually projected.

you seemed to find his hesitation amusing. "don't worry, i won't put you to work on any heavy machinery," you said, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "unless you're secretly a tractor enthusiast in disguise."

soobin laughed, a wave of relief washing over him. "i think i'll stick to my ovens for now," he said. "but a deal's a deal. you've got yourself a farmhand, y/n."

you extended your hand, your grip firm and surprisingly warm against soobin's. "welcome aboard, soobin," you said, a genuine smile finally spreading across your face. it transformed younfrom gruff owner to someone....well, someone soobin could definitely see himself spending a lot lf time with, both in the strawberry fields and maybe, just maybe, somewhere a little more...private. he quickly shoved that thought aside. focus, soobin. strawberries. festival. right.

"so," you continued, your voice snapping soobin out of his daydreams, "be here bright and early tomorrow, and wear clothes you don't mind getting dirty. and soobin?"

"yeah?"

"leave the fancy pastries at home. we'll have our work cut out for us, and i prefer my sugar rush in the form of freshly picked strawberries."

soobin grinned, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days. "deal." he gave you a little wave, unable to contain his happy energy. "i should probably let you get back to it. i’ll be here bright and early tomorrow, ready to work...and maybe sample a few strawberries." he added the last part with a playful wink, earning himself another chuckle from you.

turning to leave, soobin felt a lightness in his step that hadn't bee there before. as he walked back to his vespa, the setting sun casting long shadows across the farm, he couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected turn of events might just be the sweetest thing. he'd stumbled upon all year.

he slid onto his vespa, the scent of strawberries clinging to his clothes, his apron, and pulled away from "sun-kissed berries," his heart full of anticipation for the week ahead. he had a feeling that it was going to be a berry good one.

[bumblesimagines]

Jocelyn (the idol)

there is no "us." we were never anything.

it was just for fun.

i haven't been with anyone since.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Possible ooc behavior I did not finish the show Sam Levinson stop ruining female characters challenge (impossible), soft angst?, drug mention, mentions of Jocelyn's mental breakdown

Show was ass but Lily-Rose did really well with what she was given

(Y/N) stared up into the twinkling night sky, the sound of distant city traffic mixing in with the music still playing throughout the house despite the party slowly coming to an end with more and more people returning home or passing out somewhere in the house. He wondered if the paparazzi outside the security gates had already slunk back to their miserable lives or if they continued lingering about to snap photos of those who came and went. They'd always been a pain in the ass to deal with like greedy vultures constantly flying about in hopes of getting a shot of something juicy. He was sure there'd be articles written and posted with photos of his car entering the premises with clickbait titles and headlines. 

"There's a party going on... and you're out here looking like you're at a funeral." Jocelyn's familiar voice filled his ears, the clicking of her heels growing near until she stood beside him and plucked the cigarette from his fingers. She brought it to her tinted lips and inhaled, smoke soon slipping from her mouth. "Come inside and have a drink with me. It's been a while since we last spoke." 

"There's not much to talk about, Joce." He told her, tilting his head to look at her. 

Jocelyn looked just about the same since the last time he saw her face to face, if not a bit healthier and happier. She'd been unpredictable then; the mixture of drugs and alcohol she used to cope with the neverending grief over her mother's death sent her down a dangerous spiral of constantly shifting moods and impulsive decisions. It'd been exhausting being around her, especially when one minute she despised him and the next nobody would be able to pry her off him. In the end, Chaim and Destiny were forced to admit she was truly unwell and had her admitted to a hospital. 

"Well, there's your new album, the new movie you were in, and my upcoming single." Jocelyn pointed out with a soft chuckle, her head cocking to the side. Her eyes softened. "There's also.. us and what happened." 

"There is no "us." We were never anything, Joce. We were barely even friends. All we ever did was have sex and argue every time we recorded." (Y/N) took the cigarette back, taking a deep breath before he butted it out and flicked it out toward the cliff. Flirting, drinking, taking pills and powders they should've ignored, hooking up, recording a song or two, arguing over random things; it was an irritating cycle that pushed his limits and patience. "It was just for fun."

"We went out together to clubs and events or did you forget that? We were something. Maybe not a couple but we were more than 'barely friends.'" Jocelyn scoffed softly, her eyebrows furrowing and jaw visibly clenching. "No matter how much you say that it was all for the fans and to get them hyped for the songs, you can't deny we had something." 

"We were fuckbuddies at most, Joce. I don't get why you're still hung up on that."

"Because I haven't been with anyone since! I thought about you while I was recovering, while I was in that hospital trying to get better. I... I thought maybe we'd be serious when I was discharged . I.. I thought you would at least be kind enough to visit after but you went full fucking ghost on me. And maybe the worst part is that I still want you."

[waynes-multiverse]

Soldier boy x breeding kink because we all know he has one 🥵🤰

@syrma-sensei

A/N: A fun one! Wasn't even surprised I got this one twice. Like lovely anon put it so perfectly, we all know that man has a heavy breeding kink, and I was all too happy to make his (and your) wishes come true. Let myself get a little inspired by the lyrics of the Zombie's song for this one 😈

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, drinking, celebrity name drops, smut (rough p in v, dirty talk, breeding kink, daddy kink, spanking, slight degrading, a technical age gap), naive reader, SB being a manipulative asshole

Word Count: 1.5k

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Time of the Season

April 1969

“She’s too young for you.”

Soldier Boy heaves an irritated sigh at his manager’s words but keeps his sparkling green eyes stubbornly trained on the young waitress who’s currently refilling Alan Arkin’s champagne glass. “Nonsense, Legend. She’s perfect. Just fuckin’ look at her,” he huffs and nurses his scotch.

“I am,” his manager insists. “She’s too fucking young for you. You’re technically turning fifty this year. Times are changing. You can’t just wet your dick with any pussy you want anymore. That girl doesn’t look older than twenty.”

“Twenty-three, actually,” Soldier Boy smirks cunningly. “I asked around. Prime of her life.”

The Legend scoffs and shakes his head. “Why don’t you fuck someone your age, huh? Like Katharine Hepburn?”

“You’re fucking kidding, right? That fucking broad is even older than me,” Soldier Boy bites and motions down two tables to the actress in question, admiring her little golden statue. He almost won one of those himself in 1951 for his biopic – not that he needs that useless glory.

“Do you know who has to clean up your fucking mess if you go a little too rough on this poor girl again? I do! And then there’s the reporters and the tabloids…”

“I’ll be careful, okay? Trust me. Last thing I wanna do is fucking break her,” he chuckles devilishly and empties his tumbler, flagging the young waitress down for another drink.

“Yes, sir? Can I get you another one?” She smiles brightly at him, shifting nervously on her low heels.

“That would be fantastic, doll,” Soldier Boy smiles charmingly up at her, causing a red tint to haunt her cheeks. “And how about you give me your name as well and tell me when I can get you outta this boring event, hm? Someone as pretty as you surely deserves to have some fucking fun, too.”

“Wow, I’ve never been here before,” the young girl gasps with eyes as wide as the illuminated Hollywood sign on the hills when Soldier Boy shoos her into his usual suite at the Chateau Marmont – room 29. “Was that Desi Arnaz in the lobby?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Soldier Boy mutters disinterestedly as he shuts the door behind them and wanders to the bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch on the rocks. “Lucy’s probably nagging the shit outta him again.”

“Really? But they seem like such a lovely couple,” Y/N, that's her name, says in surprise and eagerly accepts the glass of alcohol he hands her.

“Yeah, it’s called TV, doll. It’s all fake,” Soldier Boy forces a smile to his lips and sips on his drink as he leans against the dresser across from her, raking his eyes over her exquisite, hourglass body. Nice rack, juicy ass, and perfectly wide hips with a small waist he could squeeze between his large hands. With a figure like hers, she surely wouldn’t have any trouble bearing his sons.

“It’s so crazy. I grew up in a small town in Kansas. Never imagined any of this when I came here, much less meeting someone like you,” she explains, her cheeks blushing rosy-red.

Soldier Boy only chuckles, loving that he already has this girl exactly where he wants her without putting much effort into it. “Well, sugar, it’s my pleasure. Like I said, gorgeous girl like you deserves some attention,” he coos and saunters over to the bed, sitting down next to her. His hand reaches out and gently brushes a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, practically feeling the heat radiate off her cheeks from the simple gesture.

“I’m not that pretty,” she swallows insecurely and hides parts of her face. “Why did you pick me? There were way more beautiful and more important women in that room. I saw how Brigitte Bardot looked at you the whole night.”

Ben purses his lips, shaking his head. “Nah, you have something that these whores don’t have, doll. All they want is money and fame. I’m not interested in that. I’m not even interested in that for a fuck,” he lies before mixing in the truth, “You see, what I want is a family. A nice, obedient wife to come home to after a long, hard day.”

“Wife?” Her eyes widen in disbelief, but as he expected, she isn’t appalled by the idea.

His smile widens as he strokes the apple of her cheek. “Yeah, you know? Someone who takes care of me, can give me kids, make me dinner, bake a decent pie,” he tells her.

“Really? Well, I actually make a great blueberry pie. Even won a contest in my hometown a few years back,” she informs him proudly.

“See? I knew you were the perfect girl for me the moment I laid eyes on you,” Soldier Boy grins broadly. “And I mean, I don’t wanna impose, but you’re probably sick of waitressing and working odd jobs to make ends meet at this point, aren’t you? C’mon, lemme take care of you, huh? I can give you everything you want. You want a house? A credit card? Nice clothes? I’ll make sure every dream you have comes true, baby girl.”

For a moment, Y/N chews on her bottom lip before she meets his gaze with a hopeful look shimmering in her eyes. “You mean it?”

“Of course! I’d never lie to you, my sweet girl. You can trust me. I'm America's hero, after all,” he smiles slyly and lifts her chin with two fingers, forcing her to keep eye contact. “There’s just one thing you have to do for me.”

“Okay, anything,” Y/N all too eagerly nods her agreement. “Can I just ask your real name first? I don't wanna call you Soldier Boy during, uhm...”

Soldier Boy laughs lowly. “I’ll tell you in the morning, baby girl. How about for tonight, you just call me daddy, hm?”

“Fuck, daddy! Harder, please!” Y/N moans as he has her bent on the bed, crying out on all fours for him as he fucks into her from behind. Her perky ass is high up in the air as he grips the flesh on her hips, bruising her delicate skin purple, green, and blue.

Y/N has been a bit of a very positive surprise. So much so that he’s actually considering keeping the bitch. First of all, she’s deliciously loud. Dickhead Howard Hughes has already knocked on their door twice and complained about the unbearable noise level. Secondly, Y/N’s submissive and obedient and does just about anything he tells her to do. Nothing seems too shabby or naughty for that little whore. He fucked her throat till she was choking and crying, and still, she didn’t even whine once. She’s damn responsive, too, and comes faster than lightning. And last but not least, her pussy is probably one of the tightest ones he’s ever had, and if he didn’t plan on fucking a spawn into her, he’d love to fuck her asshole as well, but he supposes that one has to wait till she’s on her period, or better yet – already round with his child.

His balls tighten at the thought alone, slapping against her cunt as his thumb furiously rubs her clit to force another orgasm out of her. He just needs one more clench of his cock before he’s ready to burst as well and coat her walls with his seed.

“You’re gonna be my little breeding bitch now, huh?” Soldier Boy prompts, his palm sharply coming down on her asscheek as he spanks her luscious flesh, both globes already burning red from his constant abuse, but damn, he just can’t get enough of that noise.

“Yes, daddy… Wanna be full of your cum,” she whimpers needily and even pushes her hips back into him to meet his thrusts.

“Such a good slut you are,” he praises her and spanks her other cheek as well. “‘M proud of you, baby girl. You’re gonna make a great mother to our sons.”

“Fuck yes!”

“Gonna come for me again, hm? Need you to come one more time when I’m deep, so I can pump that pretty pussy full of cum,” Soldier Boy groans, spearing his thick cock in and out of her abused cunt.

One last harsh pound of his hips and Y/N breaks down, her pussy violently pulsating around his throbbing length and milking him dry as she takes him over the edge with her as her orgasm ripples through her small body. An animalistic grunt leaves his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum deep inside her.

When he feels his dick soften, he carefully lays them both down, keeping her in place and his cock in her cunt as their sweat-clad bodies stick together on the filthy sheets. She’s breathing heavily, close to passing out, as he chuckles and lays a flat palm on her lower belly, gently brushing the spot.

“Fuck, you’re gonna look so good carrying my child, baby girl,” he whispers softly into her ear.

“Thank you, daddy. You’re the best,” Y/N mumbles blissfully, her eyes closing.

Y/N’s the sixth girl he fucked raw in the last couple of months. He always tells them the same thing but ends up fucking and leaving. All he wants is to know that his DNA is living on somewhere, running around in the world out there. But honestly? Y/N’s so perfect that he might just keep this one as a side piece and fuck a million more kids into her. Maybe he'll even buy her that fucking house.

Pfff, can you tell I had fucking fun with this one? 🤣

Btw, I've decided to keep the dirty drabbles open for now, so you can keep sending them in if you have more smutty thoughts and kinks to get off your chest 😉 I already have a loooot for Dean, so Beau, Jensen, and SB especially are very welcome! There's no timeline when I'll post them. I figured this could just be a fun little idea we can keep doing in between ☺️🤷‍♀️

So, you have a kinky request? Then fill up my ask box, bitches 🖤

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[luvfy0dor]

thigh kisses with Nikolai but s/o kisses + nibbles on them!! (we love men juicy thighs)

(by popular demand) Nikolai + Thigh Kisses ♡⁠˖

Warnings; hickeys, hardly proofread

The sun shining into your bedroom through the windows illuminated your boyfriends skin and made it look paler than usual. His under eyes were slightly darkened from day-old makeup and his lips were still tinted red. His hair was pulled into the familiar, messy braid, though this morning it was a bit more messed up from your activities last night. Nikolai was the first to wake up, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and unplugging it, letting the charger drop down to the floor with a quiet 'clack'. Whatever he was watching on it roused you from your sleep with the loud volume and was the reason for the glare you shot at him. "Ah, good morning dove. Sleep good?" You sighed, rolling over to face him and propping yourself up on your elbow. "Like a baby." You murmur, your voice still raspy and scratchy with sleep. You could hear his small giggle as you rubbed the exhaustion out of your eyes with your balled fists. "Yeah, you fell right asleep last night, I must've tired you out." He cupped your face and rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone. Your hand fell on his thigh in turn and your fingers massaged his smooth skin. Your eyes wandered down to the small bite marks you had left the previous evening and you brushed your thumb over the teeth indents. "Yeah, definetly...sorry for leaving so many." You murmur. He tsked and shook his head. "If you're really that sorry, why not kiss it better?" He grinned and let his hand slide down to the back of your neck. You rolled your eyes and scooched between his thick thighs, giving the right one a playful slap. "What, do they hurt or somethin'?" You ask with a teasing smile in reference to the darker splotches of maroon that adorned his thighs. "Maybe they do. All I know is that they'll feel better after you kiss them." He snickers, putting a hand on your head. "Alright, whatever you say." You lowered your head and pressed your lips to the darker marks, kissing them so sweetly like you hadn't bruised them just 9 hours ago. Your thumb and pointer pinched some of his skin as you ran your tongue over them, looking up at Nikolai in between each kiss. He laughed under his shaky breath as he slung his knee over your shoulder, shuddering with each love-bite your threw into the mix. "Oh yes, that's really nice, dear, keep it up." His head is thrown back and his chest rises and falls at an unsteady pace. You take that as an initiative to bite down a little harder, making him groan. "Mmmm, hehe." He bites his lip, gazing down at you with a gaze that was more than just loving. You give him one more kiss and then pull away, rubbing and patting his leg. "I think that's enough, don't you?" You grin and crawl closer, flopping ontop of him. He had a small pout on his face but rested his head on your shoulder, rubbing your back and holding your hip with his other hand. "I suppose, if that's all you're willing to give me." He sighs and kisses the side of your head right next to your ear. "Don't worry, maybe you'll get more later." You winked and watched his lips curl upwards into a smirk. "That works for me."

A/n; I saw this coming a mile away tbh and I'm SO happy about it. I hope it's okay, I feel like I blacked out while writing tgis and just ended up posting it honestly. Chat I got four (basically) regents these next two weeks, and I'm only cooked for the Spanish one, I'm actually so proud of myself.

[enashinonome]

i’m so excited for the new romand juicy lasting tints :3 pleaseee just take my money

[writingwenches]

✍ WIP SUNDAY ✍

Thanks for the tags~ @rainwingmarvel7 @alicent-boleyn @rottengrowls

I had three days off of work in a row, and I should have done more with my life, but I just was a vegetable, and that's totally okay because my bills are paid whoops

I started writing the story from here in the first person, because that's what makes the most sense for the overall story, but...meh I hate it T.T

This is Lyn's whirlwind journey into the life of a lady, she was raised as a peasant her whole life, and maybe an hour or two ago found out she was High Born? I skipped all the parts with juicy potentially romantic parts with the prince, because ladies are more fun whoops

There was an open center courtyard in the Lannister tent village. I finally felt like I could breath, the taste of sickness washed out with red wine clung to the back of my throat. The Liar Prince was gone. I had finished displeasing him, he had accused me of being a spy. I was finally rid of him, at least like Cinda said, until we reach the Capitol, which still might never be. 

“Lynora!” a new voice called, seemingly from the sky. “Lynora, we are so happy to finally meet you.” It was the other woman, the other fanciful ladies framing the receiving room of the tent castle. 

“Lynora,” Cinda spoke, “May I introduce to you,” the women reach bowed when their name was called, I attempted to return the bow with much less grace.

“Lady Filippa Banefort, of Banefort.” The first woman was in yellow, her hair was black and straight and cascaded widely past her shoulders and in her face. 

“Lady Bette Harlaw, of Isle Harlaw.” I had no idea where these places were. Her dress was flowing with sleeves that touched the ground, the colors and patterns were many, as if they were sewn from scraps of other projects. “A ward of House Banefort, for nearly ten years.” Growing up in the Motherhouse, I know what scraps look like.

“Lady Cordelia Lannister, as you know,” The third was Cordelia, I couldn’t remember how we were related, but we were. The young girl’s face powder had smudged and smeared and revealed the scarred skin underneath. She was from Lannisport, that should be easy enough to remember, even if I didn’t realize it wasn’t true. 

“Lady Anna Grace Reyne, of Castamere.” She stood out from when I entered the room, wearing all blacks with a distinct lack of color, outside of the red tint to her hair. She didn’t seem to care anything about the situation.

“And finally, Lady Heather Oakheart, of Old Oak—in northern The Reach,” Cinda clarified, and I responded as if it meant anything to me. Her face was distinct, it reminded me of Lady Aeditya, a foreign, singular face, different than Aeditya, but different from mine as well. She was straining her eyes squinting, focusing on me with great intent. I don’t have to wonder what she could be looking at.

I force a smile back at her, and she excitedly appreciated it. 

“Well, now I will leave you do your new companions, as I see the Prince off,” Cinda chimed, a loud rumble in the distance gave the group pause for a moment before Cinda disappeared behind opulent curtains. 

The moment my head turned back, the group of women were all silently steps closer.

“Lynora, we are so happy to finally meet you,” the girl from the Isle, with the flowing dress spoke first, I could tell she wanted to grab my hands but resisted at the last instant. I appreciated that, especially when she gasped at the sight of my speckled hands. I instinctually curled my fingers.

“You can call me Lyn,” I say. 

“No, I think Lynora will be suitable,” the girl replied back. “Anything else is far too short. You can call me ‘Lady’, Bette is far too short as well.” 

Another one began to speak, “we have heard so much about you!” 

“Really?” I asked, surprised of what they could possible know. "Like what?”

“Oh—your people, of course,” the girl spoke again, the one with long hair and yellow dress, I tried to remember her face and put it with any other information I could see. She had freckles scattering her face, unlike the moles and scabs of mine. It was charming on her. “We have never met a Mullendore before, but I hear one lives at the Court of the Red Keep, Lady Dolores Mullendore.” 

“And her knight of a brother, Ser Arneld Mullendore!” the last girl introduced, the one who was studying me, chimed in. 

“So—many names,” I exhale, trying to keep everything straight. “And these are my…” I tried to think, the names all blended together, “my mother’s siblings?” I asked, that appeared to be wrong. 

“Oh no, you aren’t slow are you?” the girl all in black asked. 

“I don’t—“ I didn’t know how to answer that. 

“You don’t know?…If you’re slow?” another one chimed in with a worried question. 

“Oh, then she probably is? Isn’t she?” was whispered amongst the ladies. 

“That’s very unkeen of you,” the girl in all black said, it seemed like a bad thing to be. 

“I hope you can keep up,” the girl introduced last sounded uncertain. 

I take a deep breath, “I’m sure…with some help—?” 

“Help?” they asked, “who will have the time to help someone so slow?” they were chittering now, chattering amongst themselves with all their voices sounding together, like morning birds in a trees above the Motherhouse. 

“I could help her!” Cordelia chimed in, surprised by the sudden shift in attention onto her. 

“Oh Cordelia, you are so kind!” 

“Yes, let the child help her.” 

“I am no child. Not anymore. I am nearly a lady grown,” Cordelia corrected, with rehearsed phrases.

“Nearly not a child then,” the ladies all laughed, as if on queue. 

a/n: I'm having fun with not expecting the audience to remember all these ladies names right off the bat, so I'm playing around with what Lyn as a character would be calling them in her head because rip I am TERRIBLE at remembering names T.T

There is a big part of my that wants to start the story over in its proper "original" universe, which would mean I would need to make some bigger picture decisions on their world T.T I might start posting some muses about that in the near future 🤔

[re-re-redline]

On The Subject of His Flaws

—Minor? Spoilers for Traum—

Foreword: Hey, hey! I’ve been a wee bit busier doing work and prepping for a certain something that’s happening soon, so… As compensation for waiting, I’ve pulled an excerpt—a more organized and less repetitive little set—from my internal character bible on Constantine. It’s not done—not that it needs to be since the dimensions of a person are so many in number that’d it be impossible to write them all, so it’s pointless, in my mind, to shoot that as my objective—nevertheless, it does have some good juicy tidbits that I haven’t explored yet in my headcanons. So I do hope this’ll get your noggin joggin.

The tone of this is less like my usual ‘self insert’ type of deal since the purpose of the document was to cement my interpretation of Constantine based on what I know of him and to draw conclusions for my later consideration in writing your unscheduled programming. Thanks to that I’ll be omitting the X Reader tag on this one but keep the headcanon tags.

That being said, I do hope you enjoy this peek into something I haven’t discussed yet.

What does Constantine think is the worst thing that could ever happen to a person? For others, his loved ones, it is death. Death is the end all be all of the worst a human can experience in Constantine’s eyes. Death is the end to a story and most of the time it is abrupt and unsatisfactory for the victim as many utter as their last regret “I had so much left to do.” The ripple effects of death are also included in this. Experiencing the death of someone is a horrible experience; Constantine would know, he lost some of his younger siblings to plague, his wives to disease, his older brother and father to old age and nearly lost his dear friend to the enemy twice over. Now, if you were to ask the man himself what the worst thing that could happen to him is, and he was forced to answer honestly, then he would say… Solitude. With the deaths he had been witness to, Constantine felt his small world get emptier and emptier as time went on and he began to wonder: “Will I die alone?” And that thought chilled him to the bone, leaving a lasting fear of being left behind all to his lonesome in the world.

Yes, indeed, Constantine XI’s biggest fear in life and after death is being alone. Love, affection, validation, joy, humor… Can one really have all of that if they’re alone? If their loved ones have perished, can someone really be happy? For our man here, the answer is no. 

Love and affection are to be given to others and the act of giving along with viewing the reactions of the receiver brings joy to oneself. It is because of this that only loving oneself makes one feel hollow. It will coldly and callously remind you that you must be a lonely little thing to only give love to yourself and to only find joy in your own feelings.

The very definition of validation includes other people. How can one reaffirm their own feelings if it was one’s doubts that brought the issue to the table in the first place? You can only hold yourself up with your own means for so long and eventually you’ll need someone else to aid you. That is validation.

Joy can be found anywhere and in all things, even in solitude, so perhaps this is the weakest point… But much like with love, is not better to be joyful with friends?

Constantine’s altruistic end goal does not only stem from a desire to do good and to be good, but also from his biggest fear: being alone. Such is the definitive root of where his flaws come from. This other half—this rather self concerning half of himself, gives this altruism an ironically selfish tint and it most often leads to issues.

The issues in question are him potentially going overboard when protecting his loved ones and him thinking he knows what’s best for you and stubbornly enforcing what he thinks will help you. 

This shouldn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone who read all 21k words of a certain hypothetical from a bit ago, but Constantine is wholly capable of, and to extent willing to, cross several lines to reach his end goal in life: protecting his loved ones. There is nothing he could not or would not give—especially of and from himself—in service of this goal. Not even his pride, something that was mostly beaten out of him in the later decades of his life. Constantine would gladly tar and feather himself for all to see if it meant his loved ones would survive longer than him at the very least.

This begs the question, just how far will he go?

Much farther than you think, but I should note first that it’s not like he’s going to spontaneously snap one day and start murdering people at the drop of a hat. Like with all things Constantine, it’s slow. A slow and gradual descent into the dark, dark area of himself that he himself is barely aware of but has the potential to morph into something terrible if given the right circumstances. That something that I’ve mentioned only once in a throwaway line in the Romance Headcanons, but not by name. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

When pushed far enough, Constantine can and will commit horrible acts for the sake of his end goal. It’s practically an inevitability given how strongly he feels about death and his fear of being alone. His pride—as previously stated—was mostly beaten out of him in life, so his morality is next on the chopping block if the situation is not resolved one way or another. But his morality, his principals, conscience and sense of justice will not go down without a fight as they are one of his strongest characteristics. The fact that he stayed in Constantinople until the end instead of evacuating his family and George to the Morea is proof of this and it’ll do a damn good job of holding the darkness at bay for a good while. This is what separates him from an equally desperate victim of the Ottoman Empire, Vlad III.

Vlad’s absolute hatred of the Ottomans and his desire to liberate his people muddied his morality into a hazy blob that shifts according to the narrative, at least in matters concerning his nemesis. Nothing is sacred nor atrocious when it comes to damaging the Ottoman Empire, his circular reasoning further fueling this idea. The Ottomans are evil and evil must be purged to keep his people safe and in order to keep his people safe he has to kill the Ottomans because they are evil and—you get the point. Vlad’s conscience and morals bend whichever way the wind blows and his justice used as a weapon to fulfill his—arguably—selfish desires. Such things do not describe Constantine even in the slightest. His morals, principals, conscience and sense of justice stand together to act as restraints to keep Constantine from acting in ways he knows he’ll come to regret when the dust settles. Constantine’s end goal may be for his loved ones to survive but it’s not like his vision is completely tunneled in this regard. No, he’s empathetic and deeply so, just look at how his relationship with Johanna came to be in Traum. He feels pain when he has to rip someone to shreds for someone else’s sake despite being well acquainted with killing others, he just doesn’t show it since his position of power and his imperial pride—what little of it remains—doesn’t allow for such ‘worthless’ sentiments.

But the topic isn’t about how strong his morals are, we’re here to talk about what happens when even they are overridden by Constantine’s fear of being alone and his strong feelings towards death. So let’s discuss that.

Much like with Vlad, Constantine’s morals and principals will be warped to suit his end goal and the way he reconciles with this shift is by doing the same thing he always does. Deny it, but not in the way he’s been denying things up until this point. He’s not denying the existence of the pain in his heart, no, the bleakness and duration of the situation that has been slowly grinding his sanity down to a powder has forced him to graduate to a much more severe form of denial. Which is denying the truth, the truth that he’s well on his way to becoming a monster and his actions from this point on are undoubtedly evil.

…Which he isn’t, of course. Constantine isn’t evil nor a monster, he’s just committing these actions because his hands were forced, there is no wrongdoing in that. There’s nothing unjust or evil about surviving and protecting who you love, even if you sacrifice everyone else to do so. There is nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with that. There is

That’s the new narrative at play here. A complete denial of the horror of his actions and a million excuses as to how and why he’s still the morally good man he thinks he is. Worse yet, there isn’t anything anyone can do to stop this mindset change. It’s inevitable given the situation and something to note, is that the people closest to his heart will now notice the cracks forming in his veneer. Small signs that something isn’t right with Constantine, but they’re small enough to not warrant a red flag just yet in their eyes. He’s not that far gone in this phase.

Everything else that comes after are things that I need to deliberate on more, so I’ll cut it there. For now let’s get to his other flaw.

Let’s rewind to a scenario where Constantine isn’t about to go off the deep end due to stress and paranoia, but things aren’t quite good either. When it comes to matters of safety and health, Constantine 9 times out of 10 already has a solution in mind and you bet your ass that he’s not going to hear any complaints about it. He thinks he knows what’s best and that you simply don’t know any better. Don’t mistake this as coming a place of ego or condescension, rather it’s from a place of love and care. It just might come off that way because he’s so damn stubborn and so worried about you. But this of course, doesn’t excuse how bullheaded he’s being about it. No one’s quite sure how the idea got into his head, but Constantine believes that—since you aren’t as paranoid cognizant of death and dying like he is—that you are simply ignorant and in even more need of his protection than if you were. He’s the one who’s seen it all, he’s the one who knows just how dangerous the world really is and he knows just cruel and spontaneous death really is. So obviously he has to put in the work to make sure you’re okay, even if you have an argument about it. It’s worth it if you’re okay tomorrow and the day after.

Endnote: Annnnd that’s that. It’s not much but I hope it’s something good. I really want to get into the thing I offhandedly mentioned exactly once, but I have to write for Mehmed and Sannan too. I just can’t leave them hanging!

Oh and I recently ported my Constantine HCs and the beefy 21k fic onto Ao3. Not really much of an incentive to go there since it’s just that and some—admittedly—cringe fics I posted a year ago when I first started writing fanfiction. It’s not much and it kinda hurts to read, but it’s my history and it’s a symbol of my growth. But yeah, the name’s RedliningFrequency if you feel so inclined to drop by or if you were wondering if there was an imposter of me there, well now you know.

Anywho, I’m going to go back into research hell and try not gouge my eyes out from boredom. Have a nice night everyone and until next time!

—Redline, over and out!

[girlblogger-2007]

Girl

You don't need a man, you need a new lipgloss.

(Omg how i need romand juicy lasting tint 😭🙏🤞)

[cyberkatsworld]

Kitze's Lippie Recs

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Kissable lips start here 💋*⁠.⁠✧: I collect so many lip products so I thought I should share my favorite ones!! So here's a list of lippies I'd recommend if you're looking to buy your first one or want to add another to your collection <3

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1. DAISY DOLL - Watery Lip Tint

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — I bought this when I went to Chinatown a while ago AND OMGGG ITS SO PRETTY!!! You don't even need a lot of the product for it to look amazing!! I got the lip tint in the shade PK-1 (the one being pictured). There are four other lip tints in the collection if you wanna check those out too ^^ I don't keep track of how long it stays for but you might need to reapply a few times throughout the day! I can't remember how much it was at the store I bought it from but on the official site for it, it's listed as £13.00 or around $16 USD!

2. NYX - Butter Gloss

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — I recently bought this one when I went to Target and was like I need berry colored lippie!! It's the only non pink/red lip product I own and I love it sm!! I'd say the same thing as I did for Daisy Doll when talking about long lasting wear. There are literally hundreds of other color choices available like I honestly wanna go get more!! The price on the official NYX website is just $6 USD!!

3. COVERGIRL - Clean Fresh Tinted Lip Balm

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — I bought this at Walmart!! It's such a good alternative if you don't like lipglosses or anything like that! Its just a tinted lip balm and it didn't dry my lips out! Sadly I lost this in school before I got to finish it 😭 I had the shade called Bliss You Berry and it was only $5.88 USD!

4. ROM&ND - Juicy Lasting Tint

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — I also bought this in Chinatown long before I bought the Daisy Doll one! It lasts pretty well, maybe just a reapply or two depending on your preference! I bought the one in the shade Cherry Bomb and it has a nice cherry scent to it!! I want to buy more from Romand since they have so many different shades ^^ On the Romand website it's listed as $17.90 USD!

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QOTD: What's your favorite lip product(s)?

[snagyeon]

romand juicy lasting tint in deep sangria im sorry for speaking ill of you. i put it on top of a black lip liner and the lip is lippingggggg a pretty girl just complimented me <3

[asleepinawell]

Fallen London: Ambitions

I've finished 3/4 ambitions now and am almost done with the fourth so I wanted to jot down my thoughts on each. I split it into opinions on story and mechanics for each. The tl;dr version is I enjoyed all the stories but had a range of opinions on the mechanics

some spoilers below

Note that I tried not to use the wiki guides too much while doing these (i wouldn't check what I'd need for upcoming steps, but i would look up how to find resources for the current step if i don't know). If I had I might have had less issues with some, but I don't think they should be judged on the assumption that someone is reading ahead on a guide

Listed in the order I completed them.

Light Fingers

Story: this ambition was Weird. really Weird. I mean that in a good way. I knew from glancing at the spoiler-free picking an ambition guide on the wiki that it was not actually about a heist and had an early twist that got really dark really fast. It contained two of the biggest NOPES for me (getting buried alive and pregnancy body horror) and despite that I had a great time with it. Loved the ending. Loved the Frank and Jasper comedy duo bit. Doing psychological damage to mr fires is my favorite hobby. Also loved the story tie-in at station viii which made me yell

Mechanics: This was my first ambition and I was kind of all over the place in fallen london doing all the things at once, so my memory of this is kinda vague. I don't remember having an awful grind or running into a wall outside of needing to level my stats a little more. It might be rose tinted nostalgia glasses but this felt like the easiest ambition to me and in a good way where it was paced out well.

Bag A Legend

Story: The story was really straight-forward, a complete 180 from LF. I know people consider Heart's Desire to be the more light hearted one, but to me this was the pure fun one. Kind of in a bloodborne way. Big fan of Sinning Jenny and April. Enjoyed the masters lore. Loved feral Veils and getting to make it a mlp. Just a good time all around.

Mechanics: This one went really fast. I'm not sure if it's actually shorter than the others or if I just sped along, but I didn't run into any major roadblocks that annoyed me. There's a big grind x3 near the end, but because it was split into three parts with an important story event between each I didn't mind so much. Also I could tell it was the conclusion so I was ready to work for my ending.

Nemesis

Story: I just finished this one so I may still be riding the high of that, but I think this was my favorite story of the bunch. Especially the whole ending sequence with Beggar's Wake. 10/10, loved it. I appreciated that it tied into the lore of the bazaar and the masters and gave some juicy tidbits on that.

Mechanics: oh, knifegate my beloathed. so I actually started nemesis on my seeking alt, got to knifegate and was like what the actual fuck this is worse than seeking and gave up. I made a new alt who I was committed to basically not playing at all for months to do the echo grind on and then halfway through that they nerfed knifegate. since I then suddenly had enough echoes it's hard for me to say if the nerf really made it more palatable. I know it's a grindy game but I don't think locking people into hitting one button over and over for actual real months for what isn't even the last hurdle in the ambition is a good choice. if it had been my first ambition I might have quit the game. if the grind had been split up the way it was in bag a legend and hadn't been just for echoes (which is so boring) it might not have been as infuriating.

the other thing that got me early on was the iron republic safe pass. if you don't look it up, there's no great way to know how to do it, and even if you find out you need counting the days unless you know to choose the bohemians as your closest to and look up all the places to get counting the days it'll take forever. if you choose the bohemians it goes extremely fast. i don't think that tying in that much of a huge time difference to what faction you choose for an ambition makes a lot of sense, especially when the whole counting the days thing is pretty confusing for a new player

so overall yeah, could use a few tweaks still in my opinion

Heart's Desire

Story: I haven't quite finished this yet, but I'm very close. As such I won't pass final judgment on it, but I'll say I enjoyed getting to meet a wide cast of notable npcs and learning more about them and how wacky it was at the start with the monkey. the boat trip through parabola also stands out as a great part. Could use more Virginia

Mechanics: At the start of this one I thought it was going pretty well, but then. There are a lot of pain points and they hit one after another. Several steps rely on drawing specific cards and like yes, I get it, it's about card games, but that didn't translate well to churning through the deck for weeks for one stupid card. multiple times. next was the 5 card lodgings requirement that dropped out of nowhere. since i got there in February i couldn't do it at sackmas unless i wanted to wait an actual year and the grind to get it starting from nothing was just painful. this is also not near the end of the ambition so it's not a final hurdle or something

shortly after the lodgings grind you find out you need 15 levels of a dream. on my main I didn't get 15 levels of a dream until I'd finished the railway. this alt had some-ish but not nearly enough. so that was another horrible lengthy opportunity deck rng grind. while you can theoretically do some other things while waiting for a card, it does limit you to london (unless you want to let your deck cap and miss chances to get it) and ducking in and out of stories or the lab constantly gets old really fast. so i mostly stopped playing other than for clicking through the deck. at this point I'd lost a lot of interest in the story because it kept being interrupted by huge delays

I am now up to the train with other players part and there's one item i need that there's no good way to work for other than hoping i can get rare successes on some rolls 5x (have not gotten one after two days straight) or wait for the rat market to have what i need if it even still has it after the overhaul. (i did find out there is one other way which requires a ton of prep work but at least there's no rng element). mostly I'm just ready for it to be over at this point which is sad because the story, when i can get to it, is fun

so yeah, 0/10 on mechanics for this one, especially when compared to the others

to put it another way: i started bag a legend and hearts desire at the same time, both on brand new characters. i finished bag a legend months ago. nemesis i started months after those two and it's now done and hearts desire is still grinding on. i started seeking shortly before this and finished that already as well

So yeah, final assessment is great stories all around, nemesis mechanics could have been better, and not a fan at all of hearts desire mechanics

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Gat any juicy ✨aPoCaLyPsE✨ aus??? (Any other are welcome too, I will eat.)

GO ALL OUT, DO IT.

Ahh!!! Ok. I dont personally have any apocalypse aus, HOWEVER!!!! I can make up headcannons for how I see things going in this hypothetical

Now the rules I personally am going to use is Zombieland and Last of Us. Im not doing slow zombie shit thats BORING!!!! Alright, here we go.

Cartman:

The first one to be bit out of the boys

Look, Zombieland rule number one right here

Tbh he thought the person who bit him escaped the looney bin

He didnt care

...until he realized his mom was turned

Fuck

So naturally he goes to Kyles

Got there last tho

Kyle let him in

Look, he may hate Cartman but he felt bad!

The turning process took 3 days after he was bit

Day one was the show of pink eye, eye crust and a slight green tint

Second day he looks worse, eyes look all hazy and he looks grener and more deshevled

Third day; yeah hes turned, foaming at the mouth

Butters went to check on him since hes the medic and it ended with Kyle killing him and Kenny getting bit

Kyle:

Didnt know the apocalypse was happening for a good while

Just knew he wasnt going to school for a while so win win

That was until they were out one day and saw a zombie themselves

Oh yeah theyre OUT!!!

Making a break for the house Kyle had to watch his parents get bit

Picked up Ike and was outie like a belly button!!!

Had to gear up on survivalist stuff

Guns, medical equipment, stuff like that

Somehow became the leader of a small group including himself, Ike, Kenny, Stan, Butters, and Cartman.

They stayed at his house until they discover Tolkien's alive

Now they on their way to his house (which has more space and food)

Either the last to be bitten or a survivor

Very distrusting of new people after the cartman incident

Or just people in general

Checks DAILY for bites

If someone's found with a bite they talk to Kyles PEW PEW

Stan:

Co leader of Kyles little resistance thing

Goes out with him on hunts or killing sprees

Found his house after his sister was turned

Not the first few bit but he def doesnt survive

Its either a self sacrifice thing or something depressing where Kyle and Stan are crying

Kyle has to leave him behind which really sucks :(

But they arent having another Cartman situation.

During the apocalypse his drinking problem gets worse

Several times where the group was thinking of just leaving him cuz hes a liability but Kyles like

"No dude hes my friend >:("

Kept Sparky around to sniff for stuff and as a general alert system

Someone at the door?

BARKBARK BARK

Someones turned?

BARKBARKBARK

Stuff like that

OOOOO Sparkys gonna be SADDD when Stan dies

Or he'll just die with him

Idk

Kenny:

Second to be bit and turned

Before that he was the rations, weapons, drinks, etc guy

Main weapon was a flame thrower

Why? Cuz its cool as hell

Def gives tallahassee from Zombieland in a survival scenario

That man will do CRAZY SHIT

God i LOVE Tallahassee!!!!

Shame Kenny got bit

They basically were like

"Yeah no"

And threw him outside.

Then Kyle and Stan became the new scavengers

Poor Kenny :(

Butters:

Both his parents turned so he was outie like a belly button

Left with more truama than he had

Ended up becomming the group medic

The boys try to do everything to keep him from turning

Their efforts are successful until they make their way to Tolkiens

Then he gets bit by a zombie cuz hes frozen in some kinda fear

Kenny returns and CHOMP

Then the groups like "FUCK" and run away

He did survive for a while so like, good on him

But his ass cant use a weapon for shit

Tweek:

It could go both ways with him

Either he dies really early

Or dies really late

But i do think hes a hermit whos gone crazy in bith scenario

He def things Craig and his friends are dead

Hes survived on eating coffee beans and no sleep

Eventually tho i think he cant take it anymore and runs for the zombie hoarde

A certain someone does save him tho and hes in a camp with a few other people

Still bonkers crazy tho

Man thinks hes in heaven

Talking for hours abt how excited he is to see Craig

Poor dude is nuts

Craig:

The one who saved Tweek

Has a resistance of his own with Dougie, Wendy, Terrance Mephesto, Bebe, Clyde, Damien, Mike and Pip (yes Pip is alive in this au. Fight me)

They have a pretty big camp, too.

Theyve essentially been glamping for half the apocalypse

Staying in the mephesto place for like, the entirety of the apocalypse

Pip informs Craig on Tweeke mental state very often (Pip is the medic and group therapist)

Craig is almost never at the base cuz hes out getting stuff

Makes sure to go out in something the zombies cant bite through too

Just in case

Leaves Stripe in Pip's care, ends up bonding with him too

"Yknow frenchie? You arent that bad"

"Uhm..im not french, but thank you!"

On a mission to find Tricia since they seperated

Least he found Tweek

Main weapon is a sniper rifle. Likes hanging out on rooftops and going zombie hunting that way.

Informs the group on the staus of the people hes seen as Zombies.

"So uh... Stan, Cartman, Kenny, and Butters turned.."

And the whole groupis just like 😨

Clyde:

If you think this man is lasting long you are a FOOL

That man would see something truamtic

Cry

And get eaten by a zombie hoarde

I dont see him contributing much to a group at all

Just staying inside cuz hes a wuss

They had to force him out

And thats when he fucking died

Jimmy:

Staying in Tolkiens house with him

Theyre pretty set on food and water

Will go out with Tolkien if they need to get stuff

Can use crutches as a close combat weapon

Trying to keep the situation light

Joking abt everything to make Tolkien feel better

More than happy to welcome the rest of the boys into their home

Survivor, yes, im biased

Tolkien:

Stayed pretty much unaffected by the apocalypse, lucky fuck

Goes out with Jimmy if they need anything

Became the new leader of the resistance

Kyles now on medic duty

Also a survivor

Makes sure weapons are all good and everything

Very good with the organization aspect of the apocalypse.

House is also very spacious

Overhears mephesto working on a cure so that keeps his morale high

Nichole is also staying with him and Jimmy, but mostly for security.

Girl can kick ass

Hope you enjoyed, anons!

[autisticjoys]

My House: Identity Metaphor

My house stands in a somewhat isolated spot, close to nature. It’s not too short or tall, looks a bit wide, bulky and uneven in places. The walls are normally a very pale, off-white color, but nowadays they look a bit more tan. The roof tiles used to be really light/pale yellow, but are now more dirty. The windows are made of glass that’s tinted blue with hints of a grayish-yellowish green. The current frames are thick, black with some blue patterns, but they’ll get changed to thinner black and silver soon. /physical appearance/

There are 3 entrances to the house. The main one out front is for close friends and family and is almost always open. If it isn’t, there’s a sign out and those who would come through there know to knock gently and ask if it’s okay to come in or if I want to talk, if it’s like that. The side entrance is for extended family, other friends and acquaintances. This one’s usually locked and people need to knock to be let in. Sometimes the door will only open slightly or stay closed, and people will have to talk through it. /relationships/

The back door is for potential partners. It’s a bit of a tricky one, it can be anywhere from locked, to slightly open to open wide and anything in between or even disappear completely. It can sometimes open up suddenly or slam closed out of nowhere or swing back and forth. It’s mostly guys who are welcome to come through this door, tho occasionally it opens for girls folks outside the binary too. It also doesn’t automatically close after one person has come in. Those who come through are welcome to go anywhere, save from my bedroom or the bathroom while I’m bathing. /romantic orientation and sexuality/

My bedroom, as well as the kitchen, living room and bathroom are always there, but there are other rooms that come and go. Two of them are there most of the time: one that used to be really girly, but now has more of a mixed boyish/girly vibe and one that has a sort of eclectic vibe that’s neither really boyish or girly. Sometimes, these two disappear and others appear, usually one at a time. /main gender labels/

One’s a planetarium room full of projectors that show different segments of space. One’s decorated to make you feel like you’re underwater. One’s a small meditation room. One is full of various instruments. One is sky themed. One is black with glow in the dark stars and constellations and a single bright light in the middle. One is actually just an empty forest that goes on and on. One is filled with all sorts of magic and the last one can lead to various magical/mystical spots in nature. /Xenogenders/

Those who enter this house fall under my protection and I can feel my wings spread out to shield them from harm. Inside the house, I can feel all the energy flowing through me. I keep my collections in there and protect them fiercely. I can sit by the fireplace and watch the flames dance, immerse in the pool, feel the breeze dance around and caress the stone walls. I can feel my ears be more pointed and marvel at the forest plants growing out of the walls. Sometimes I can go through the walls or swirl in the pool feeling my tail. At night I can feel the energy of the Moon and stars seeping through the walls. Sometimes I get the urge to go to the kitchen and sink my teeth into something juicy and suck it dry. /Otherkin/

I’m not alone in my house, there’s cats and dogs who come and go. We can rub against each other, lay in the sun, play, roll, climb, scratch, dig, meow, hiss, purr, bark, growl. And in those moments, I can feel my teeth, my claws, my ears, my tail, just happily move around. /Therian/

There’s other animals too, who don’t come inside the house. The birds who fly above. I watch them through the windows and wish I could fly with them, but know it’s not my place. The horses running around or grazing peacefully. I sometimes go pet them or ride them if they let me, because that’s the closest I can get to running with them. The wolves who howl at night. I smile knowing they’re out there and doing well and in my thoughts I howl back to acknowledge I’m still there too. The woodland creatures who come and go: deer leaping, rabbits jumping, squirrels climbing, hedgehogs and foxes trotting about. I say hi, wave or make eye contact and we all acknowledge the other. The sea creatures I spot in the nearby waters. I watch them swim around and if I’m in the water I twirl and gently move the water around, to show that I mean no harm. /Otherhearted/

This is my house. It’s beautiful and warm and friendly, but it’s also hard being there sometimes. I feel like I have to hide most of it from others, even tho I love every bit of it so much. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to let others see it all.

[batmanshole]

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