#just leave me to my delusional ramblings please

[arisactualartblog]

Heya guys, it's me again! This time with a lil sneack peek of one of my current wips... As you may or may not be aware, I'm not the biggest Saint Seyia fan around those parts, however I absolutely adore Lost Canva. And that brings me to my favorite shipp for it (a very cracky, niched shipp I'm aware, but my favorite nonetheless): Albafica and Asmita, the two sad and lonely saints. So take my wip of what is pretty much their wedding (because I am that delusional about them) as my way to try and get more people invested on them while I prepare myself to spend way too much time on this piece, hehe.

[love-toxin]

just read your latest billy fic and am now obsessed with the idea of billy babytrapping you and/or having a massive, unhinged breeding kink. in his mind you won't ever leave him if he gets you pregnant.

(please bear with my ramblings below)

billy obsessively tracking your cycle and going at it like rabbits when you're ovulating. sex that goes on for HOURS because he wants to get multiple loads inside of you, just to be sure. plugging you up afterward so all his cum stays inside. constantly telling you what a good parent you would be, and how beautiful your children would be because he's pretty, and you're pretty, so it just makes sense, right?

I really think he'd get so delusional about it. burying his face in your arousal and insisting he can tell you're fertile just by the smell/taste. bending down to whisper in your ear only to tell you how full and achey his balls are getting. leaving you little gifts but they're all pregnancy tests or baby clothes. forget whatever stage of a relationship or situationship you guys are in, he's starting a family with you. he'd get such an ecstatic glint in his eye when you finally tell him you're pregnant. don't get me started on the pregnant belly worship.

tl;dr if billy fucks me and I'm not sitting in a puddle of his cum afterwards, I don't want it‼️🗣

PRRRRRR!!!! yes. im into it. now u have to bear with MY ramblings

(cws: babytrapping, fem pronouns)

Feels like babytrapper Billy is an untapped gold mine--it's less that he wants a baby at first and mostly just that he wants control over you, but that switches up real fast when you actually get knocked up. When you actually wanna be sweet about it. Fussing about cribs and a nursery and having enough baby clothes, making him take you to the ultrasound appointments and actually getting a 'tude with him because he did this to you and now he's gonna have to deal with just as much as you have to carrying his baby.

But Billy ends up loving the shit out of it. He loves your attitude. He loves your mood swings. He loves your hormonal cravings and your tears when you throw up morning after morning. He loves holding your hair back and stuffing your bed full of pillows so you're comfortable, and he loves laying his head on your belly and hearing those little gurgles and feeling those little kicks from his baby.

At the same time, however, it makes him emotional. If this is how he feels before his baby is even here, then why would...how could his father ever treat him the way he does, and did? How could anybody do that to a kid? It makes him angry at himself for the way he was treated and the way he took that out on Max, too. He's got lots of apologies to make. Those experiences don't take up all his attention, though--he has a pretty partner to care for now, and having that to fill his time over bouncing from party to party and girl to girl just to feel something makes him unbelievably satisfied.

It honestly makes him glad that he never knocked anyone up accidentally leading up to when he met you. It had to be you, he knows that now. It had to be you that he coerced, begged, and fucked into submission to make you his, it had to be your womb that he wanted so badly to break and your pussy he wanted to risk going raw into. Wouldn't you just be the cutest with a baby, anyways? You're such a catch and you're so pretty. You'd make such adorable babies. It's obvious he never wanted to be one of those guys with a handful of baby mamas and kids he rarely sees; he wants you and your kids and that's it. It's official--you've hooked Hawkins' resident playboy into a dedicated partner and father, whether you wanted to or not.

If there's one thing he loves most about your pregnancy though, it's that he loves your neediness. He loves that something seems to click in you that makes you pine for the man whose seed you've sown, like there's an invisible connection between you two that pulls you both closer. It's like you're instinctually drawn to him and he hopes, god he hopes that continues after you've had the baby. He's ready to make love to a woman after she's had a child (after you've healed sufficiently, of course, he can wait) it's like that next stage of maturity for him. He can't wait to see how far you've come and how much you've sacrificed just to have his baby, and he can't wait to look you in the eyes and tell you he wants another. No, he doesn't want you to work off the baby weight first or fuss with your hair or your clothes to try and get back to looking like you were before. He wants you now. As you are. Raw. He's sick of those prissy party-girl snobs and their perfect bodies and their permed hair that they can't let get messed up. He wants the woman who stays up all night feeding his daughter and rolls her eyes at his flirting attempts in the morning. He's totally whipped, and even with those bags under your eyes and that tension headache behind his from the crying of his precious baby girl, he still wants another. And he's got ways of making sure that you do, too...after all, he got you into it the first time, right?

[umeqii]

-⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY ⠀⠀⠀. . . ⠀⠀⠀but you're lowkey cool .

fandom ; class of 09

character ; nicole

gender ; female reader (lesbian nicole real)

creator ; umeqii

QUICK A/N - so like idk i'm a nicole kinnie and so like i might (i will) self project but yk ^_^ and uh idk i js wanted to post smth abt co09 bc like all i saw was mf jeffery ones and no one likes jeffery he's a fucking wierdo anyways!!

TW - like it's co09, so mentions of pedophilia, drugs, dark humor, sh, suicide jokes, things like that :P

─── WHAT IT'S LIKE DATING NICOLE !!

okay so it's quite clear that nicole is a sociopath, and she's aware of it and she payed VERY little attention to you at first

i guess you were just like, that one girl who just sits in class n minds her business and overhears alot of weirdass drama like that one blonde bitch kelly being inlove with her cousin or something

but you had a new student, and you gotta admit, she was really pretty ≥∇≤ !!

her personality; not so much (real though)

anyways, you grew up to read people really easily from the way you were raised n shit so when you first spoke to nicole in class, you realised she was faking to smile; or just faking to be nice in general

so you kept that in mind, but didn't say anything because you were loekwy afraid :P

one time, you guys had science together n this kid jeffery kept tryna talk to nicole and it's not like you were mad at her for tryna make new friends, it was jeffery you were mad at

he didn't even acknowledge you one bit ☠️☠️

so you just end up standing next to them saying nothing and looking like a random stranger

when nicole sat in her seat, with jeffery rambling about anime girls or something, you saw how she looked REAALLLYYY pissed so you were gonna sit in your seat (which was opposite hers) and ask her

UNTIL THAT BITCH JEFFERY LIKE SAT IN IT ☠️☠️😭😭

you just ended up staring at him with a slightly open mouth when he ignored your soft askings of "can you please move?"

that's when our favourite toxic lesbian said something!! (i'm delusional)

" oh my FUCKING god, next time i hear anything about your stupidass anime cat girls, i will actually hang myself from this light. like who the fuck even asked?? i know damn fuckin' well i didn't. and get your greasy and filthy ass out of y/n's seat, you bitch. "

😨

that was jeffery's face (and lowkey yours' too)

he got out of your seat and mumbled an apology to you and sat somewhere else leaving you and an annoyed nicole sitting in silence

" oh uh...are you? "

" do you have any meth. "

" ah fuck sorry, i don't do.. uh yeah "

" you look like you do, you seem fucking crazy "

" oh. "

so like after that, and you, being the sapphic you are, ended up falling inlove with nicole !!

she was lowkey a bitch and you won't lie, toxic as fuck but she was your only friend and she stuck up for you so that's good??

she treats everyone with no respect at all, but for you, you can see the SLIGHT change in attitude

like you see her with jeffery, then people like jecka and emily, and you!!

she would always say things about you guys making out or having sex in the bathrooms and you couldn't tell if they were jokes or not

but like i lowkey cba to say how ym got together so all ik is that yu asked her out, she made out with yu and yh

so like now HEADCANONS time

nicole is an insecure girl deep, deep down so that's why she acts the way she does.

but yeah, those insecurities make her REALLY jealous 😭😭

it's sometimes concerning .

like one time you were approached by emily and she was asking you if you wanted some drugs or something, which you declined, and you ended up complimenting her hair and saying how it brings out her eyes and she ended up hugging you

then nicole stormed over and started going fucking crazy mode at emily saying how " don't you have like a 30 year old boyfriend you can give head right now? so fuck off and let me give this bitch head instead, you cokewhore!! "

something along the lines of that

like i guess showing affection makes her pretty vulnerable, so when ym are in public she's a bitch

she's really controlling or whatever the word is (toxic)

"y/n, you know how much of a fucking pathetic loser you are? just think how fucked up you would be without me, then. like no offense babe, but you're really fucking deranged in the head but i guess that's something that makes you hot."

okay that's all i can think of but yeah i also hate parental controls like why are only 5 of my apps unlocked like let me go on discord ://

you guys should add me on discord, my user is umeqii yiu bitches /affectionately /nf

[bee-writes-n-spins]

tw - unusual ways of sh please read at your own risk.

a/n - this is very bad but i need to feed y'all.

there have been moments when all you want to do was stop breathing. but you have too much to do and too many people who rely on you. so, you settle for hurting yourself instead.

tonight is one of those nights. sitting on your bathroom floor, you pull at your hair and bite your own arms. you taste blood.

tears fall from your eyes as you fall on the floor from exhaustion. you need to clean yourself up. he's supposed to come over in fifteen minutes.

and so, with a shaky sigh, you get up off the cold tile and rinse the blood off your arm. it kind of hurts but also feels kind of nice. it makes you feel kind of alive.

your gaze slowly looks up to the mirror and is met with what most would call an absolute trainwreck. "what a disgusting sight," you think.

your gaze moves back towards the floor as you finish washing the blood off. removing your arms from under the faucet, you look at the bite marks that adorn your arm. it almost makes you feel proud.

fingers trail across the marks as you exit the bathroom to find bandaids. or some gauze. or somthing.

but, much to your dismay, he is standing right outside the bathroom door. your eyes widen with panic as you stare at him. as you look up at him, his eyes meet yours.

"darling... this is getting out of hand," he murmurs. pulling you close, he looks at the damage you've done to yourself. his brows furrow with worry as he sees just how bad it is.

"i.. i'm sorry.." you mutter. it makes your heart hurt every time he sees you like this. it's not the first time he's had to help you after a breakdown.

"don't apologize."

"but you have to deal with me. i'm an adult. you shouldn't have to take care of me."

"i don't take care of you because i have to, darling. i do it because o want to." and with that, he pulls you into a tight embrace. his face buries in the crook of your neck as he goes on: "and i want to because you are my everything. not just my world, but my cosmos."

a lump forms in your throat as he rambles his love for you.

"i love you," you sigh as your voice breaks. a shaky breath leaves your lips as you cry into his shoulder.

"i love you too," he whispers.

the rest of the night is then spent with you curled up in his arms, watching a movie, and him whispering little 'i love you's every chance he gets.

bonus:

"why'd you come over so early anyways?"

"cause i left my razor..."

chuuya, kunikida, fukuzawa, dazai (delusional), aether, zhongli, neuvillette, tighnari, venti, diluc, giyuu, and any of your other amazing favs.

[sweet-and-sour-bites]

haii hhii ^^ tbh i'm actually surprised that there isn't any smoked cheese cookie request as of now, but if i may──can i request a smoked cheese x reader? preferably in a silly scenario where they are married (am i putting my delusional ahh here? nooooo :3)

i like to think across the new update, if by chance smoked cheese cookie has his dearest soulcheese (? is that how you say it) or any bit or remains of his dearest or a reminder of em, he would actually yap and mention em 24/7, even at the most irrelevant times he would mention his beloved :3 (golden cheese cookie in the other hand is trying her best not to make him shut up because it's about the 100th time that he already yapped about his spouse),

whether or not its a hc is completely upto you! take your time btw ^^! if you will do thos request then thank you!

Of course babes! One Smoked Cheese Cookie whos whipped coming right up.

☁️Smoked Cheese Cookie x Gn!Reader

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Smoked Cheese Cookie loved you. As the citizens of the Golden Cheese Kingdom prepare for the oncoming battle against the beast, Smoked Cheese Cookie would not stop talking about you. From ramblings of admiration and love to worrying about your safety; you are always on his mind.

But who could blame him. You loved him just as much. Always doting on him, making sure he's okay. When he tried to overthrow Golden Cheese Cookie, while you disagreed with what he was doing, you didn't leave his side. You stood by him, loyal to the end.

He loves you dearly, and he shows you as much as he can. He makes you meals as often as he can. He holds you close and as tightly as possible. He even wrote you a song and a bunch of poems. It's clear to everyone that he loves you.

However, others can only take so much of his voice shouting your praise for so long. *Sigh* "Smoked Cheese Cookie, please rest your tongue for a minute. (Y/n) Cookie is safe back home. You needn't go on a spiral of worry."

The cookie looks at his majesty and sighs as well. "Apologies your radiance. I just need to know that they are okay." The queen nods but doesn't say anything else. Smoked Cheese Cookie walks away from the tent and stands at the edge of a cliff, surveying the land. He reaches for a pendant around his neck and opens the locket. Inside is a picture of you and him on your wedding day.

Adorned with gold and flowers, your smile shines brighter than anything else around. He holds you close and smiles at you, nothing but love in his eyes. With a content smile, he breathes out and closes the locket. Looking up and over the land, he feels his resolve grow ever stronger, all so he can win this fight and return to you, his beloved.

Walking away, he heads to his tent. Entering, he stops in surprise at the sight of a cheese bird resting on his bed with a note tied to his leg. Walking over, he takes the letter and reads it.

"Dear Smoked Cheese Cookie, it's been some time since we've been together. I miss you dearly, my love. I long to hold you and hear your voice. I hope the day you return to me comes soon. I hope you and the others fair well against the beast and return safely. Until then, though, these letters must suffice. I won't take up any more of your time, but I do hope you write back. From your love, (Y/n) Cookie."

Smoked Cheese Cookie smiles as he reads the letter. He's glad to know you are okay and he is happy to know you miss him too. He makes his way to his desk and pulls out the supplies he needs to write you a letter back. He'll tell you his thoughts and his feelings and how he wishes to be in your arms as well.

To be with you and love every part of you.

[hxltic]

• established relationship

•Genre: smut

You’re in the lonesome bathroom of the party correcting your makeup when Rin suddenly makes his way through the door. He hastily closes it behind him. How it wasn’t locked? You have no idea.

You expected his arrival, just not as grand as this. It wasn’t new. It wasn’t new to always call and find each other as if seeking refuge. The mirror reflects his hands trudging up his face to brush through his hair, meanwhile the mascara wand waved idly in your hand when you quipped, “Who ya running from?”

A course “Nobody” was all you received. You thought he’d just come in and sit on the toilet seat to talk or waste time with you.

Finding a stopping point, you turned to him and your fresh eyes trailed his body leaning on the door. He looked paler than usual, dark hair falling over his weaker, heavily red-tinted face. The mascara clicked into the bottle and tightened as you twisted.

“Rin are…are you okay?”

He sighed and one hand fell to the doorknob while the other fell to his pocket.

“…If I’m being completely honest, no. Come here please,” he huffed out. He was breathless like he rushed up here to you. You guess it was a random call from him that you put on speaker over the trap music, however, you didn’t ask why he needed to see you so instantaneously.

You took slow, incredulous footsteps forward to his chest in the already tight space. Clearly you weren’t fast enough because he cupped your face—both hands—and tugged you close.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Your eyes focused on each of his earnestly. “You know I love you right?”

“Yes.” A distrusting countenance slowly morphed onto your face, matching your previous steps.

“You know you look so fucking good, right?”

“…Rin where is this-”

“-I think my drink was spiked. My drink was spiked with something and I’m saying I’m sorry now because I am just one fucking word away from bending you over this counter. It needs to be yours.”

Your cheeks flushed red as you examined his face again, confirming he did look a little sick. Except not the coughing sick; the lightheaded, desperate need that can make you delusional sick. You were terrified to look down.

“But won’t that stuff still be in your system? You need to throw it up or something before-”

“I can’t be sure but it doesn’t feel out of the ordinary, like a viagra or something. I’ll do whatever you want after. Just need to be inside of you in the next ten seconds before I pass out.”

He was rambling in a pitch slightly higher than usual, desperation seeping off his words. His chest motioned up and down with each difficult breath he took gazing into your eyes, upturned brows not-very-patiently awaiting your response. Hey, it was a party after all.

You kept your eyes trained but turned to give yourself up to him.

The slim eyes lit up. A single palm forced you down by the middle of your upper back, effectively bending you over. He did it so swiftly you could’ve taken it as routine.

Hands situated and caressed your waist in admiration, hips following suit as you pressed them back into him. His fingertips dug holes through the sequin covered fabric and into your skin, the obvious print rubbed right between your legs with the dress flipped up, and the friction was sending him away.

Oh god he needed it so bad, all his hormones at peak and the first thing on his mind being you. He knew he needed to stretch you out and he knew how especially good that pretty pussy would taste spread for him on the counter, but his dick was quite literally throbbing.

He may have realized it a little late considering he had a high sex-drive anyway, but this was something completely different. He was so hard it hurt. So when he called you, shoving through people as you gave him your location in the house, he was already overheating from swarming throngs of people and the alcohol swimming through his blood.

So when your slit rolled perfectly over him he had to undo his pants immediately.

“I can leave it to you to wear no panties to a party.”

“Gotta give ‘em a show,” you giggle.

With the clank of his belt and its drop to the floor, he taunted, “Only one of us is taking the show home.”

Suna was already a pretty impatient person, so when a finger dipped into you slow and welcoming he had to add another. A squelch sound came from the way he pumped into you as if you were already ready to take him.

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

sugar, spice and everything nice!

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pairing: pining! barista wooyoung x gn! customer reader

tags: when i was writing this i was thinking to myself, "hear me out -wooyoung as the local cafe barista who has a massive crush on you, him being so so delusional about it", and then i decided to roll with because i can write about that so please enjoy! <3

summary: wooyoung's a barista, you're a (his) regular and he thinks this is his chance at a cafe slow-burn romance.

word count: 1.6k words

+ 1

"what can i get started for you today?" wooyoung monotonously greets like clockwork, fingers hovered over the touchscreen.

"what would you recommend?" he lifts his eyes to meet your inquisitive ones. pointing to the chalkboard, wooyoung replied flippantly, "these are our cafe's specialties." your eyebrows furrowed, repeating, "i know. what would you recommend?"

he paused in his tracks, much like a dear in headlights, "uh..." his face burns from the focused stare you had pinned on him. unsure, he rambles, "everything's...delicious! my favorite is the latte paired with the apple crumble pie." this time round, wooyoung takes a proper look at you.

you're pretty cute, he observed, hands idly fiddling with the cloth tucked in the pocket of his apron.

"okay. i'll have that." he enters your (his) order, and hands you a receipt, directing you to the pickup counter as he prepares your items.

when he finally hands over your items, you sheepishly apologized, "sorry if i had troubled you earlier. i didn't know what to get since it is my first time here." wooyoung found it difficult to be mad, "oh...it's no problem at all. i can assure you that everything here is good."

"thanks so much, uhm...wooyoung." you glanced down at his nametag and then back up to express your gratitude. as you picked up your items, he nods and responds out of habit, "come by again!"

+ 2

wooyoung leans his weight against the counter, phone in his hand as he goes on about his day, "—yeah and i was saying...oh! wait."

his voice dies down when he hears the bell ring, thinking it was another customer. but as soon as his gaze lands on you, a confident smile replaces the nonchalant expression he once had.

"catch you in a bit, my favorite person is here." he ends the call, not bothering to hear his friend's complaint. you were one of his frequent customers, and also someone he's taken interest in. a little bit too much interest in though, ever since his first chance meeting with you. you have been coming in at least once or twice a week, and each time his heart soars when you're around.

"hey sweetheart, anything i can get for ya?" he props his head up with his hand, eyes never leaving you as you scrutinize the chalkboard menu, "sweetheart...is that a new nickname? i bet you call everyone sweetheart, right wooyoung?"

"nah, only for you." he assures, and he jumps when he sees the sides of your mouth twitch upwards—no doubt holding back a grin. you rattle off your order, something he also knew by heart. this special order wasn't written on the menu, but something he had went out of his way to make for you, lying about a "secret" menu that only a few people (read: only you) knew.

"do you want anything else to go with that order? for you, it's on the house!" he gestured to the pastries at the display shelf and you teased, "are you sure about that? you're going to make a loss at this rate."

true, he was always offering to gift you a free pastry with your drink. not that it mattered because he'd gladly cover the cost with his salary just to see you smile.

"of course not. there wasn't much business today." a lie.

"and also, who else is going to taste my efforts?" partly the truth.

"i want to give one to you to cheer you on." absolute truth.

you relented, shaking your head, "okay, okay. you can pick one for me." he nearly swoons at the sight of you beaming at him, "of course." wooyoung prepares your order—making small talk with you—his silly smile never once disappeared in your presence.

"here you go." he hands them over to you, nearly dropping the items when your fingers brushed over his to collect your order. "thanks a bunch! i'll get going."

"bye...see you again!" he precariously leans over the counter, neck craning as you walked off. he sighs dreamily before having a "reality check" when another customer not-so-subtly coughs a distance away from him.

"sorry, what can i get for you today?"

+ 3

wooyoung checks his appearance against the reflection of the fridge by the back of the store, donning his apron on before stepping out. almost immediately, butterflies erupted in his chest when he spots you typing away on your laptop.

"hey." he smoothly greets you. you were seated at your usual space near the counter, a cup of tea beside you.

seems like today was a "no-procrastination day", judging from how your teapot was completely close to empty.

you raised your eyes to meet his, "hello! did you just start work?" he excitedly nods, then schools his expression not a second later, "yeah. need a refill?" he juts out his chin and you sighed, "yeah. your colleague had boiled the water a couple of times for me already."

so you've been here for a while now, wooyoung chews the inside of his cheeks to hide a triumphant smile. moving automatically, he grabs the hot kettle, "don't worry, i'll reheat your teabag as many times as you request me to." you beamed at him, "that would be nice."

"anything for you."

the next few hours passed by in a flash, yet the constant reminder that you were still sat there a great encouragement for wooyoung as he pushes through the dinner rush. as the last bit of the dinner crowd titters away, wooyoung makes his way to stand behind the counter to rest, standing opposite you. the empty dinner plate on your left made him smile knowing you were being fed well by him.

"how's it going?"

you hummed, "not bad! i think i'll go home and rest for a bit before i pull an all-nighter to complete this manuscript." wooyoung makes a face, "again?" you hid your chuckles behind your palm, "what do you mean 'again'? i swear i don't stay up late often."

"everytime you come here and stay here for nearly the whole day, you're most definitely pulling an all-nighter." he holds up a finger, as if to prove a point. "and secondly, you're drinking tea. because if you chugged coffee the whole day you'd be holed up in the toilet instead of doing your work." flabbergast at his statement, you reached over to playfully whack him, "wooyoung! how could you!"

he laughs, shoulders shaking and hands clutched over his stomach, "it's the truth!" you pouted, "you're too much...you didn't have to announce it to the world!"

wooyoung easily balances your plate and teapot on one hand, "i'm gonna be closing up soon, in about 30 minutes. will you be...making a move?"

your eyes comically widened, "it's that late?" a flick of your wrist shows the time on your watch, an amused wooyoung watching you.

"yeah, it is. you might as well wait till i finish clearing up and i'll send you to a bus stop or subway station," he offered, hoping he didn't sound too eager. "oh! that would be nice of you actually. is it alright?" you clasped your hands in front of you, a sparkle lighting up your eyes.

"of course."

+ 4

"are you closing?"

wooyoung had his back facing the door and he holds back a groan from the question. of course we're closing, he grumbles, the neon sign is already switched off and...

his thoughts trailed off when he spots you sheepishly standing by the door.

"what are you doing here this late?" wooyoung blurts out and you rubbed your neck nervously, "i was...craving an ice americano and also a..."

"let me guess. an apple crumble pie?" he teases, pretending to think hard about it. "exactly that." you levelled your gaze to meet his, eyes twinkling. but not a moment later you shook your head, "but if you're closing i'll go—"

"how about i see what i can do for you?" the moment the sparkle in your eyes seemed to light up brighter, wooyoung thinks he'd better remember this moment for the rest of his life. he ushers you in, "you know, i realized you haven't been passing by here lately. i'm going to have to extend my working hours if you only appear at this time of the day. it's not good for my business."

"hey...! i've been busy, okay?" you huffed and wooyoung just laughs, "i'm kidding. business has been great too, since it's the holiday season more people have been coming in to try our limited time menu." he bustles around the counters, making your request all while you peered over to state at him.

you mused, "you don't sound happy about this good news." he smirked, playful tone lacing his words, "clearly, because i haven't been seeing you around." the oven dings behind him and he pulls out the tray.

"that doesn't look like an apple crumble." setting down the tray before you, he slides your drink up next to it as your confusion settled in.

"ice americano this late isn't good for your stomach. and we also ran out of apple pies so, i made you hot cocoa and reheated some of the milk bread i made just now."

a second passed and wooyoung was afraid he did something wrong. "is...it not to your liking? i should have—" "—no! no, i'm just touched that you'd go out of your way to do something like that."

wooyoung's triumphant smile stretched wide on his face, "then, please enjoy while i clean up the store."

in comfortable silence, you had your supper while he tidied up like clockwork: mopping the floors, putting away utensils, straightening tables and chairs and not to forget, glancing at you as you happily ate.

"how much is this?" you fished out your wallet and wooyoung was quick to grab it from you, "nuh uh. this one's on me. you don't owe me anything." arms coming to cross in front of you, you pouted, "fine, then how can i repay you?"

"let's go on a date. you can pay me back then."

@ppumeonae-bigvibe 's work ; likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[kefiteria]

Serenity in My Eyes.

Character: scaramouche/wanderer x reader

Tags: fluff, one shot!

Synopsis: just taking a leisurely strolls with scara at cherry blossom park, adorable and short!

🍨 A/N: i got inspiration to wrote fanfic from this song while walking outside earlier today~ He's more of a Wanderer here but I decided to use 'Scaramouche' because it's more natural for me to write it that way~

“Oh, so you're finally here… took you long enough.” Scaramouche remarked, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes in mock excitement as he spotted you. Despite his sarcastic tone, there was a hint of genuine pleasure at seeing you. The promise to hang out had been made, and spring was the perfect time to catch up, with the cherry blossom in full bloom.

“Hi there!” you greet cheerfully, noticing the crowd gathering around. “Looks like there are more people here than expected. I thought an early morning stroll would mean fewer crowds.”

You shrug your shoulders, but Scaramouche continues walking without waiting for your rambling. “Well, excuse me for trying to lighten the mood.” you mutter under your breath, a hint of annoyance creeping into your tone.

He glances back at you with a raised eyebrow, “Tone it down, will you? It's far too early for that level of energy.” His words are laced with sarcasm, but you detect a hint of amusement in his expression.

As the two of you strolled, Scaramouche couldn't help but comment on the cherry blossom picnics that mortals enjoyed during this season. “Ah, the cherry blossoms,” he mused, “a perfect backdrop for mortals to frolic and gossip.” He glanced around, a sly smirk playing on his lips. “But you know how I feel about crowds.” he added, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Fortunately, a single glare from me and they scatter like leaves in the wind, much to my endless amusement.”

You chuckle softly and remark, “Is it just me, or are you actually enjoying their reactions? Perhaps this stroll with me isn't as tedious as you make it out to be.”

His response comes with a snarky scoff, “Oh, please. Don't get delusional now. Enjoying your company doesn't mean I'm suddenly softening up. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here.” Despite his dismissive tone, there's a subtle twinkle in his eye, hinting at a begrudging acknowledgment of the enjoyment in your presence.

The scattering cherry blossom petals and blooming bushes painted a picturesque scene, but to Scaramouche, it felt like a mundane and random activity. He couldn't comprehend why you chose this as a way to hang out with him.

In his eyes, your simple act of taking a leisurely stroll seemed unfathomable. The way you breathed in the crisp spring air, the gentle warmth of the sunlight caressing your skin, and the delicate petals swirling around you as if in a final dance—all of it left him perplexed. Why did the sun's rays warm his heart? Why did the spring breeze leave him breathless? And why did the falling petals, following your every step, create an impressionist painting-like aura around you?

Despite his analytical mind trying to rationalize it all, there was an undeniable beauty at the moment, a surreal quality that made him question his perceptions of the world around him.

Scaramouche muttered softly to himself as he approached you, his expression a mixture of confusion and frustration. “You… make me confused.” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why do the petals have to fall around you? Why does the sunlight seem to spotlight only you? Why… tell me why, do you make me feel this longing…"

Suddenly, he snapped out of his reverie, his annoyance evident as he scoffed at his thoughts. “Forget it,” he dismissed, shaking his head.

Concerned by his sudden change in demeanor, you offered to move to a quieter spot with fewer people. “Are you okay?” you asked, noticing his preoccupied state.

“Don't bother-” he retorted, but before he could finish his sentence, you handed him a camera, cutting off his words. “Alright, Mr. Snarky Man, how about less scoffing and more pictures!” you exclaimed, striking a pose with a playful laugh.

Caught off guard by your spontaneity, Scaramouche couldn't help but be intrigued. With a reluctant smirk, he raised the camera, silently conceding to your request. Despite his initial resistance, there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he captured the moments with you.

“Ugh, how many pictures am I supposed to take? Hurry, I'm here to indulge in this 'hangout', not become your personal photographer.” Scaramouche grumbled, though his hands continued to snap away, capturing every angle and scenery of the cherry blossom park as you requested.

With a playful grin, you insisted on one last shot—a close-up of you with the beautiful background. Chuckling at his resigned expression, you knew he was trying his best, despite his protests.

As he groaned and reluctantly set the camera's focus on you, you couldn't help but smile at his begrudging cooperation. “Fine, listen to my count,” he instructed, his tone stern yet tinged with amusement. “This is the last one. If it turns out ugly or anything, it's your fault, not mine. Don't whine later.”

You nodded eagerly, ready to strike your pose. “Yeah, I won't complain! Okay, okay, I'm ready!” you declared, beaming brightly at the camera lens as Scaramouche prepared to capture the final shot. Yet a few seconds passed, he didn't click the button.

“Huh? You haven't clicked it, silly!” you exclaimed, holding back your laughter as you maintained your pose.

“I love you.” Scaramouche confessed softly, finally clicking the camera.

And with that heartfelt declaration, the moment was captured, forever frozen in time.

[free-for-all-fics]

The Arthur Morgan brainrot has been unlocked. I have fallen in love with this man at first sight so please enjoy my Arthur Morgan prompts! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these and I’d love to read it! Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion for listening to me ramble about this cowboy! 🤠🤎

1. A literal dream I had: You are a lone wolf type who has a vendetta against Dutch and his gang (specifically Dutch and Micah because they wronged you somehow in the past) and you find them in this cabin but instead of a shootout they drug you with an aphrodisiac type thing and let Arthur carry you over his shoulder into the other room, hooting and hollering as he smacks you repeatedly on the ass before shutting the door and locking it behind him. They can hear you and Arthur clear as a bell while you’re going at it, and they think they got you, that they can get away while you’re asleep after Arthur tires you out and you won’t be a problem for them anymore. You and Arthur have sex, which includes you on top and riding him cowgirl or reverse cowgirl and him taking you from behind. While you’re on top, he consents to letting you use a knife to make symmetrical horizontal lines on his forearm to represent how many people you’ve killed. And despite your drugged state, they’re all perfectly straight lines. After you’re done having sex, you go back into the main room where Dutch and Micah are and they don’t consider you a threat since you’re a woman, drugged, and have been thoroughly fucked by Arthur. Arthur shows off the number you did on his arm like, “Look at how impressive these straight lines are!” And Dutch and Micah are like, “What the hell do those lines even mean, Arthur?” And when he tells them, they’re like, “Wait, she hasn’t killed that many people.” Because there’s two extra lines. Plot twist, the aphrodisiac had no effect on you at all. You built up an immunity to many substances years ago, you just used to be an actress or something inconspicuous before circumstances (largely caused by Dutch and/or Micah) forced you to turn to your life of crime. Unbeknownst to them, you and Arthur knew each other back in the day. You both immediately take Dutch and Micah by surprise and shoot them dead. (Or wound them to incapacitate them to let them suffer a bit so you can gloat and get your last words in so they know why you’re doing this) and then kill them. You stuff Micah’s body in a trunk (breaking his legs and arms or cutting him to make him fit) and leave Dutch on the couch, covering him with a bedsheet after looting them. You loot the place, set their horses free, and you and Arthur ride off. I think this was red vest Arthur in my dream but he still has a soft spot for you. Arthur was loyal to his gang, but even there’s some things he can’t forgive them for, top of that list being wronging his woman. His woman is off limits. He has a code still even if he’s red vest and low honor. So more like…purple vest Arthur? Medium honor?

2. Another literal dream I had: Arthur has a wife named Anna and a young daughter with her and you’re part of the gang. You love him and his daughter is like family to you, but he loves his wife and she’s your friend so you say nothing because you care about her and don’t want to be a homewrecker but remain loyal to Arthur regardless of your own unrequited feelings. You’re in a saloon and you see newspapers and on all of them it says a headline like “Anna Morgan arrested for assault on so and so important figure” so you’re like “oh shit” and search the saloon for Arthur and Dutch is useless and being an asshole about it and so is the random woman he has on his arm. This woman is part of the gang too but you and her don’t like each other. Dutch is just using her but she’s delusional and thinks it’s love because they sleep together. You find Arthur and show him the newspaper and he’s like, “Oh, hell no!” so you and him get ready to saddle up and ride off on your horses and bail Anna out while Dutch and his woman stay behind because they don’t care. You find Anna and turns out it was a misunderstanding and she’s fine and you and Arthur are so relieved. I woke up at that point but in my head I like to imagine after Anna dies somehow, (non-contagious disease, most likely) you help Arthur and his daughter through their grief and he and you fall in love and the daughter loves you and so you marry and Arthur doesn’t have TB he’s FINE.

3. “I will love you in every lifetime” AU with Arthur where you’re both reincarnated and meet again in modern day and remember each other from your past lives as outlaws in the late 1800’s/early 1900’s.

4. AU where you’re a shapeshifter that turns into a golden deer and guides Arthur on his journey and you fall in love but he doesn’t know you’re the golden deer. He thinks you’re too beautiful to hunt or kill for meat to bring back to camp but then someone else tries to hunt you and he saves you this time. Like 5 times you save him and 1 time he saves you kinda thing. Like other hunters wanna skin you for your golden pelt and maybe when you get shot in the shoulder with an arrow, Arthur approaches you and watches as the golden deer turns into a naked woman and he’s like, “Oh, shit. It’s you, the woman I’ve been running into and befriended/fell in love with.” Maybe you’re an angel, a god, a Druid or some other supernatural creature related to nature who later guides him into the afterlife and you spend eternity together walking the earth while he’s a ghost, or you reincarnate him when the time comes so he has another chance at life while still remembering you somehow even if he forgets everything else. Kind of like the ghosts that you can encounter in the game.

5. Ghost AU where you and Arthur were lovers in life and are ghosts now still haunting the places you traveled during your outlaw gang days. You watch the world change around you but it’s still Strawberry, Lamoynes, etc. and you still ride your horses together, settle down in camp or houses, etc. Imagine how bittersweet a ghost love story between you and Arthur would be. You don’t go to Heaven or Hell because you don’t want to. You’re happy here, haunting the places you frequented when you were alive. Maybe since you died at different times, Arthur from TB and you from sickness, a wound, a fire, whatever you choose, you and Arthur were separated and couldn’t find each other at first and it was a long time of being so close yet just missing each other. (Maybe the Strange Man was Death and either helped you find each other or purposely kept you on diverting paths) But then you finally found each other again and had a happy reunion. People over the years tell stories of a ghost cowboy riding through on a ghost steed, the ghost of his wife seen sharing the saddle and holding onto him from behind. Or your and Arthur’s ghosts visiting their campfires/makeshift camps at night, especially if they camp in the exact same spots you and Arthur used to camp at with Dutch and the gang. You sit by the fire and just tell stories or say hello or give advice on where to find good hunting spots, where to avoid danger, etc. and the people that see you think you’re either a dream or a hallucination but it’s happened so often that there’s so many different accounts of encountering your ghosts that maybe it’s real? The living see you in mirrors or window reflections sometimes but, of course, when they turn around, you’re both gone. Even in death, you never part. You, your husband, and the horse that died with Arthur are benevolent ghosts, never doing anything to hurt anyone. Sometimes people think they can hear Arthur say, “Hey there, mister!” And “Evening, maam!” (or drunken off-key singing in passing while in bars and saloons, but usually they credit that to being drunk themselves). Your graves become somewhat of an attraction for history buffs and paranormal investigators obsessed with outlaws and the Wild West because you were buried side by side and have been spotted there too, sitting against your headstones and holding hands or reading a book. People give ghost tours and talk about you and Arthur, from your lives, your love story, and your legacy. I was just thinking about the secrets in the game with the ghost train and the ghost woman and the man in the mirror with the painting and I need something like that with you and Arthur so bad.

6. Instead of Isaac, Arthur had you, a daughter. But you grow up raised mainly by your mother in a town outside of camp, though he does visit as often as he can whenever he’s in the area and sends you and your mother money and gifts and letters and you write him letters back. Well, years later, turns out you and Jack, who are close in age, grow up and become best friends/and or lovers coincidentally after your fathers’ deaths, though it’s not a traditional friendship or romance since you’re both traumatized and jaded from your experiences and your losses. (you weren’t raised together as siblings so it’s not like a weird almost incest thing. You didn’t really know each other or connect until after John and Arthur’s deaths.)

7. During the train robbery Arthur, John, and Sean are committing, you just so happen to be on the train and he’s like, “Ah. Fuck.” And, for lack of better graceful word for it, kidnaps you by holding you at gunpoint or throwing you over his shoulder. But turns out this was part of the plan. You dressed up like a wealthy widow so you could rob people without them noticing. Conversations about death make people uncomfortable, but you look like a Proper Lady deserving of sympathy, so you just put on the crocodile tears while they hug and pat you on the back, not noticing you unclasping their necklaces, watches, and bracelets or taking money clips from their pockets. When you’re “kidnapped” you again use your acting skills to really play up how distraught and scared you are to sell the ruse as you’re taken off the train. This makes for a lot of playful banter once you’re back at camp.

“You better not actually make me a widow, Arthur Morgan, or I’ll bring you back to life to kill you myself.”

“This year, I lost my dear husband, Arthur…”

“Quit telling everyone I’m dead!”

“Sometimes I can still hear his voice…”

“If only Arthur was alive…”

“I told you, woman, I’m right here!”

8. Also Arthur awakening a fantasy of mine of getting “kidnapped” but it’s you cleverly getting out of your wedding in an adventurous and exciting way because you’re high society and your parents/family or peers are trying to pressure you into a marriage of convenience for money and/or status because their own poor or bad decisions put them in a bad spot and, as a woman, you’re the sacrificial lamb they try to make clean up their messes or save them from scandal. But then Arthur comes along, “forcing” you to marry him at gunpoint at the wedding where nobody else has weapons or a means to get the police, but it’s not really forced if you know what I meannnnn. Or you just run away and elope, maybe fake your death/murder for extra drama and excitement and to get back at your abusive and/or dysfunctional family.

9. Secret wife AU where nobody knows you and Arthur are married so that he can keep you safe from O’Driscolls, the Pinkertons, or any other enemies he and the gang might have, but then you get kidnapped and held for ransom because they know you’re worth more alive than dead, your home is broken into by a rival gang, you get hurt, and Dutch and the gang have to be like, “Arthur, why do you care about this random woman? Let the authorities deal with it.” and he finally has to come clean and admit that you’re his wife who he married years ago without anybody knowing. (Maybe the reason you got found out and endangered is because Micah ratted you out, making Arthur hate him even more, if such a thing is possible.)

10. You’re Colm Driscoll’s bastard illegitimate daughter. Because you’re a girl, you’re worthless to him and he doesn’t give a shit about you unless he can use you for his own ends and goals. From an early age, you were left to fend for yourself for the most part because your mother died but you lived in almost constant fear because you knew Colm and the O’Driscolls were always watching you, making sure you didn’t step out of line or rat them out. You had to tread carefully or else you or people around you would end up dead. Once you grow into womanhood, you’re a beauty. Colm tells you to use your pretty face and womanly wiles to seduce Arthur to infiltrate their camp and get close to him and his gang like a spy but then whoops you fall in love for real (not that you had any loyalty to your father anyway, you were just doing what he said and behaving to stay alive and be left relatively alone since you knew he’d have no qualms over killing you if your usefulness ever ran out or you proved to be too much trouble). You nearly get hanged alongside Colm for crimes you didn’t commit because of your blood relation and association to him, but while Dutch watches the bastard hang, Arthur saves you at the last second and takes you away to safety on his horse. After Colm is dead, you find out the escape plan he made with his men was just to save himself and leave you to die, which doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. You wish you could’ve seen the look in the bastard’s eyes when he realized he was going to die. You would’ve spat on his corpse if you had the chance. You always lived under your mother’s maiden name so people wouldn’t know who your father is, but maybe, later on, Arthur offers to find an officiant and have your name changed to Morgan.

11. You’re Dutch’s daughter that he had with Annabelle but she was able to hide you in time before the O’Driscolls came and killed her. You did as she said and didn’t come out, no matter what you heard, until Dutch or one of the gang members found you, crying but alive and unharmed. You’re raised alongside Arthur, (who’s either older or younger than you depending on timeline stuff, I don’t know.) but while Dutch says Arthur is like a son to him, your and Arthur’s relationship/romance isn’t like a weird almost incest thing because you never really thought of yourselves as siblings, either because of your age gap or just because of circumstances being what they were. You were friends more than family. Maybe Annabelle, like many members of the Van Der Linde gang grew up quite poor, but as an adult she managed to scheme her way into upper society life. Well dressed and quick witted, her and Dutch made a good pair. Maybe, like Dutch, she really enjoyed the game of scamming people she believed deserving, and carving their own path in life. Despite her good looks she could actually be quite reserved, which helped balance out Dutch’s eccentric-ness. Maybe Arthur and Hosea really liked her, and her death was a tragedy to them all. You’re like her in many ways, in both looks and personality and maybe this is a source of tension between you and Dutch because, while he loves you in his way, he can’t look at you sometimes because of how much you remind him of Annabelle, especially once you’re an adult, and you inevitably bring back memories of her death and he is not the kind of man to properly cope with her death. Dutch would prefer you to stay close to camp, but you go against him and accompany Arthur and the gang on missions, hunts, etc. no matter how dangerous. While you have your own horse, you’re the only person Dutch allows to ride The Count. Still, you prove yourself to be a capable and competent member of the gang, able to take care of yourself and contribute. You tell Dutch it’s because you were raised well, and that usually makes him relent and let you go on missions and hunts, though you’re a grown woman and don’t need his permission and he knows you know that. Dutch may not like your romantic relationship with Arthur at first, mainly because he believes from personal experience that love of that kind gets you killed, but then maybe he’d come around after realizing Arthur could keep you safe and he trusts him the most. Dutch knows Arthur is loyal to him and therefore would be loyal to you too. Like an “Oh no, I’m in love with the Boss’s daughter.” Secret romance thing.

12. You’re a woman and there’s this rare thoroughbred horse that literally NOBODY can tame. Arthur tells you repeatedly not to get on that damned horse, it’s a beast from Hell. Well, you never do what you’re told, so you get on the horse and it immediately gallops away with you in a random direction and Arthur is like, “ARE YOU CRAZY!?” And has to chase after you on his horse thinking he has to rescue you, but halfway through, you’re able to calm the horse into a slow and gentle trot. And he gets off his horse and takes off his hat and runs his hand through his hair like “I don’t believe it. I flat out don’t believe it.” Because he and the boys have been trying and failing to tame and train this damn thing for weeks, months! And you got on it once and immediately it’s tame??

“What this horse needs is a woman’s touch.”

“I also need a woman’s touch.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Get back to camp.” He gets back on his horse and you kick your horse into a trot and follow Arthur back to camp. Because it’s your horse now, you get to name it and everything. You’ve earned it.

13. You and Arthur are sharing a coach when your horse goes lame and gets stuck in the mud.

“If you don’t move now, I’ll sell you for glue!” You or Arthur say.

Immediately the horse moves, causing you and Arthur to lose your grip and fall frontward into the mud, just getting absolutely covered from your hair to your face to your shoes. Before you go back to camp, you stop by a river or a lake to take a dip and get cleaned up since it’s closer than a hotel. But being naked together awakens something inside of you both whether you’re already in a relationship or not and you decide to get down and dirty all over again but just in a different way.

14. You’re the most desirable woman in town. Everyone wants to marry you because you’re like the ✨It Girl of the Wild West✨. You got it all: Money, fashion, the good looks, the brains, etc. So you make a bet that the man who can find your beloved horse that’s gone missing without wounding or killing it and return the ring that it’s carrying to you will be the man you’ll marry. But plot twist it’s not any of your actual literal horses, and the ring isn’t inside a saddle bag, it’s a little horse music box/locket/other object or heirloom of sentimental value with a ring in the secret compartment that was stolen or lost from you. So, of course, Arthur is the one to actually complete the challenge and win your hand in marriage because he was smart enough to figure out the riddle of your words and you’re so happy it’s him, the man you actually love who won the wager.

15. Arthur has bonded with his horse but he’s bonded a little too well because now the horse knows how to play dead like a movie stunt horse and will use this trick whenever it’s feeling lazy. Arthur needs his horse to take him somewhere? Too bad. Horse is dead. Soooo carcass mode. And he’s like, “oh my god, you lazy beast, you’re gonna get me in trouble!” Like the horse is so smart it plays dumb.

“You kick me??? You gently nudge me out of the way??? Jail! Jail for Arthur for 1,000 years!!”

But you loooooove this horse and the horse loves you and you’re the only reason Arthur won’t sell it. He jokes about it sometimes like, “Honey, we’re low on money this month. I think I have to sell the horse for money and supplies. Honey, the hunt went bad. We’ll have to eat the horse.”

“You touch that horse, Arthur Morgan, and you’ll lose both hands. You leave that sweet girl/boy alone!”

16. I feel like Arthur would be such a girl’s girl. What about a cute little something where you got your cycle unexpectedly and were embarrassed about bleeding through and bleeding on stuff accidentally, he’d lend you his clothes to borrow and would kill an animal and play it off like the blood came from that and not you to spare you from further embarrassment. He’d be such a real one.

17. A reverse AU where Arthur came from money and social connections and you’re the orphan outlaw but, unlike Mary, he’s actually willing to leave his family and his upbringing for you. His folks were pushing him to marry a daughter of an associate and run daddy’s business when he died and he was like, “No, thanks, this place is cold and superficial. Everyone is so fake, I hate it here.” And you and Dutch’s gang are the most real, genuine, authentic and human he’s ever felt because you truly don’t give a fuck about climbing the social ladder or making more money than what’s needed to survive. And the Blackwater Money is his folks’ money that he stole and stashed away to use for his new life with you. He refuses to be a pawn to their social game anymore. He wants to be free with you. Maybe he fakes his death to make absolutely sure his family or the authorities won’t be chasing after him and you get him out after his fake funeral and burial.

18. Arthur comes to collect a debt for Strauss but when they don’t have anything, your horrible father/mother/husband or whatever tries to sell you instead and Arthur is so appalled at them like “the audacity of this bitch/bastard…” but lets you come along with him because clearly you’re not happy here anyway and are wasting away when you have potential to do other, greater things. He still takes whatever money or anything if value he can find in the house but you don’t do much as flinch if he has to beat or knock your family member out cold. You’re much happier in the camp as a member of the gang and it’s a very odd beginning to your and Arthur’s romance, but it makes for a good “How I met my husband/wife” story that you and Arthur tell. You both hate Strauss for his preying on vulnerable people and are both so fucking relieved when he permanently leaves camp that you throw a party, even if it’s just a private celebration between the two of you.

19. Arthur scaring the shit out of a poor pawnbroker after your father sells your beloved dead mother or dead sister’s necklace/bracelet/other sentimental belonging when he had no right because she bequeathed it to you in her Will or on her deathbed. He literally breaks in and is like, “what do you want for it?”

“Nothing, nothing just let me live!” The scared pawnbroker says but Arthur is such a nice guy he leaves money anyway to pay for the broken window/door he busted in during his break in. Whoops. Sorry about that, partner.

20. “You can leave your hat on” sex with Arthur. Or you wearing Arthur’s hat while you ride him like a horse.

21. You and Arthur are neighbors and you have to go over there like, “Sooooo. Your Stallion got my Mare pregnant, buddy. I know it’s your Stallion who did it because I saw it break free from its hitch and come over multiple nights in a row and I recognize its color/markings. So what’re you gonna do about that?” And you’re like, “It’s your Stallion that’s been the apple thief in my orchard all along! Criminal!”

And Arthur is like, “So my horse wasn’t sick or dying, it just ate so many apples that it was laying on its side and sleepy the whole time??”

“Yup. It overindulged and had too much apple goodness. And as if that wasn’t enough, he seduced my mare and now she’s pregnant!”

“That’s where he kept running off to??”

So because your horses got into a romance of their own, you and Arthur get into a romance as a result and it’s so cute when the foal is born and you and Arthur both help your horse while she’s in labor and watch from a safe distance as the foal learns to stand up and walk on its own. It’s so cute watching it stumble and fall at first. You and Arthur are like, “I guess we’re parents now. Do you think we should get married?”

22. You and Arthur accidentally get high as kites together while on a mission. “Go flower picking for me,” the NPC said. “It’ll be easy and I’ll make it worth your while,” they said. Now you and Arthur are seeing things and feeling things, which may or may not result in you having sex in a random spot in the woods. Like the poppies scene from the Wizard of Oz but a little different.

23. Okay so it’s purely the monster and fantasy lover in me talking BUT HEAR ME OUT: Centaur AUs! Arthur as a handsome and rugged centaur, half horse, half man! Shirtless or not. Imagine he lets you ride on his back once he trusts you enough. Imagine you brush his flank, clean his hooves, brush his hair and tail and take baths in streams, creeks, lakes, or by waterfalls as an act of love. Imagine people tell stories of seeing you and your husband riding through the woods sometimes but are very confused because they never see the horse’s head, not understanding your husband is a centaur because they’re usually reserved and introverted creatures who, though they know how to fight and use weapons like guns and ropes, they keep mostly to themselves in herds or “gangs” for the sake of survival, though they might have run ins with rival herds or gangs. Imagine if you met or fell deeper in love after he bravely saves you from a pack of wolves like that scene from Beauty and the Beast. Maybe he doesn’t like you at first because you’re human and he’s wary of strangers, but warms up to you after you help him or otherwise prove your love and loyalty to him. (I’m sorry for this but Kieran’s death scene where his headless body is posed holding his own head on his horse by the O’Driscolls made me think of the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow and since it’s Halloween tomorrow, imagine a horror-esque gothic romance where Arthur is the Headless Horseman or a headless centaur and he kidnaps or stalks you because you’re the reincarnation or the amnesiac ghost of his wife/love who was killed at the same time he lost his head in an ambush/attack and he wants revenge and wants you back. You know you’re dead, but your death was so traumatic you forgot about what exactly happened or who your husband is. You’ve been wandering around towns, searching for someone or something but you don’t remember what or who. Living people see you sometimes, but they can’t do much, if anything, to help you. Arthur scares you at first and you get on your horse and ride or run away from him and it’s like this cat and mouse thing and it’s desperate and dark and angsty as he tries to get you to remember while on his rampage of revenge and on his mission to get his head back.

24. Arthur Morgan as a vampire AUs! Once again, Halloween is tomorrow and I love monsters and I need more stories where Arthur is a vampire and maybe you’re the reincarnation of his wife who was tortured to death or committed suicide to escape further torture without betraying Arthur to the enemy while you were kidnapped and in captivity while he was away and you knew he wouldn’t make it back to you in time. Arthur slaughters everyone who was involved in your death. Dracula-esque AUs with Arthur would be so angsty and hot. Or something where you offer him your blood whenever he’s in need of it. Maybe something where you’re the one who contracts TB and he changes you to save you. Maybe instead of being killed by TB, Arthur got bitten and turned into a vampire by the Nosferatu looking vampire that he encounters in the game and now he and you, as his love interest/wife, have to adapt to the change. He tries to feed on animals, but that isn’t always enough so he upgrades to feeding on bad people who would hardly be missed.

25. ARTHUR WITH A DOG THAT DOESN’T GET KILLED BY MICAH. Okay so after what happens with Cain, you’re so devastated you’re inconsolable. You don’t have the money to buy a puppy or a dog from a breeder or shop, but there’s so many stray dogs just hanging about in other towns so Arthur, wanting to cheer you up, takes you around the towns until you find a stray dog you like and want to adopt. You just let the universe show you your dog and let the dog come to you and, after some searching, you just know you’ve found your dog. You take it to a vet to get checked up, find it food, get them a collar and a special spiked collar to ward off and protect their neck from wolves and coyotes during hunts, etc. You love your dog and they love you and Arthur. You keep it as far away from Micah and Pearson as possible. You watch those bastards like a hawk. It sleeps in your tent with you and Arthur and you’re a light sleeper so you’ll know if they’re up to no good. You’ll shoot anyone who hurts or threatens to kill or cook your dog. If they’re hurting for supplies so damn bad, why don’t they pick up a bow and arrow or a gun and do some hunting or shopping them damn selves??? There’s at least 12 people in this goddamn camp, yet it feels like you and Arthur are doing the brunt of the work while they sit around and don’t do shit but complain. You love animals and every dog you see in passing, you must pet, no matter how mangy they are. You and Arthur train your dog to be a hunting and guard dog so it accompanies you, running alongside your horses while you go on hunts. And if your dog is female and gets pregnant and has puppies, welllll… you and Arthur can raise and train them to be hunting and guard dogs too! Your dog has definitely given some nasty fatal neck bites to O’Driscolls!

[theangelcatalogue]

YANDERE MIKE WITH A ENERGETIC AND CLUMSY!DARLING || ★!

Summary(just to explain better): Yandere Mike with a energetic,clumsy,curious and extroverted Darling! (Oh and is in reality! But you can see it as Non reality) ☆

Gender Neutral! ☆

Romantic! ☆

TW: OVERPROTECTIVE BEHAVIOR,OBSSESIVE,DELUSIONAL(?),YANDERE,JEALOUS,BAD ENGLISH,BAD GRAMMAR,SHORT HC AND MADE BY A MINOR!!!

☆ -> Mikes loves you,when i say he loves you,is that he is REALLY obssesive and head over heels for you

★ -> He adores you,everything about you,and he thinks you are perfect and so good to him! How a person like him was at your side,you treated him like a human and always suport him no matter what!

☆ -> He loves listening your voice,is like music to him,you could ramble about anything with your little energetic way and he is listening to everything lovey dovey eyes

" IT WAS SOOOOO COOL!!! YOU SHOULD HAD SEEN! "

*Listening to everything with the most lovey dovey eyes* " Cool....♡ "

★ -> Please always be like that,he loves your energy and cheerfull personality ♡

☆ -> You are really clumsy and curious,what gets him worried and over protective

★ -> What if you get lost in the island? What if you got hurt? It can be really dangerous! So he haves to be in your side all the time so he can be there for you!

☆ -> Got struck? He helps you! You got hurt? He helps you! Got any problem? He helps you! He will stop anything he is doing just to save you!

★ -> God helps him if you got lost,He would try to find you everywhere! He is kinda really clingy with you and feels the need to be with you

☆ -> Jealous boy,He gets jealous really easy and is really protective,so he will be kinda hurt when you interact with others AND will be paranoic if that person is a danger for you

★ -> What if a person tries to use you because of your cherfull and energetic personality? What if that person want to hurt you? Oh he would never let this happen! Not with him here

☆ -> He hates anyone who finds you annoying,like what do you mean you find they annoying? They are perfect! If you think they are annoying you are the worst human in planet (he is not wrong! You are really amazing!)

★ -> When you are happy he is happy! When you are sad he is sad!

☆ -> If you are sad he would be heartbroken! He would comfort you,oh Y/n,even crying you are perfect

★ -> He loves you,please don't leave him

☆ -> Say that you are never leaving him

★ -> Please. Say it.

Random song!☆

NOTES:

✮ I remember that i write for other fandoms so go Total drama hc vrum vrum vrum ✮

✮ My hcs are so short wtf ✮

✮ I love Mike he is so silly and cute ✮

✮ Idk just remember of taking care of yourself and get enough rest! I want you all to be okay! If anything happend you can talk with me! ✮

✮ Bye my angels! Also i think i am going to post The requests i made(i am kinda insecure) ✮

✮ Anyways good night,morning or afternoon! ✮

[sophieinwonderland]

Please talk about traumagenic systems formed from psychosis and delusions, not DID or OSDD, and IFS parts and how brain fragmentation works on psychosis or delusions!

I just got diagnosed with it last month, I’m interested about what you have to say.

Oh... This is... actually really complicated.

My views on this have evolved a lot over the years and I find myself often wondering where the line even is between psychotic and dissociative experiences, if there is one at all.

I think many of the systems who say they formed from psychosis could qualify as having DID, OSDD or Partial DID.

Further complicating things is that individual headmates can have delusions of their own.

Say for instance that someone is hearing a voice that claims to be an alien. This voice is heard in a way that is similar to an inner monologue.

This is what's called a thought insertion delusion. A belief that thoughts in your head are coming from an external source. That's what psychiatrists would consider it. The "person" has a delusion that someone else is putting thoughts in their heads.

But I would argue that this form of delusion inherently involves dissociation. If the "alien" thoughts feel coherent and intelligent enough, then perhaps the issue is a headmate who has a delusional belief about themselves.

And this isn't just me saying this. Actual psychiatrists have been arguing that many psychotic symptoms might actually be dissociative in nature.

Others have said the intelligent voices psychotic disorders may be dissociated parts of the system.

And that traditional strategies focused on getting rid of voices in these voice hearers may actually be harmful to them.

That particular paper was published in 2016 before Partial DID was added to the ICD-11 in 2019. But it makes me believe there's a need for Partial DID to be a diagnosis in the United States, and to apply it with these cases of intelligent hallucinatory voices.

Additionally, it's not just voice hearing and thought insertion either. Another big one is so-called "delusions of control" where control over some of your actions are attributed to an external source.

That sounds a lot like how motor intrusions from other headmates are described. And it's hard to look at case studies of delusions of control and not think these are a lot of systems who are misdiagnosed and treated using ineffectual methods.

This case study even seems to describe the problem mentioned in the earlier paper on treating hostile voices. She's diagnosed at 23 and responds to the voices by telling them to leave her alone. They become more aggressive and even start controlling her. And she's still suffering nearly 20 year later.

The belief the actions are from external people may be a delusion, but I'd be inclined to believe what she's experiencing could just be a result of an introject who believe they're actually their source. And if 20 years of traditional treatment didn't work, I wonder if she might benefit from the sort of treatment proposed in the article on treating hostile voices.

Here's an instance of a man in the same paper whose controlling voice was believed to be a woman he met in his youth.

The paper claims this as pure delusion and nothing more. And obviously, he's not being mind-controlled by an external woman he used to date.

But the possibility that this is a headmate (or "dissociative part" as psychiatrists would call it) who is merely believed to be that woman is never brought up.

That's despite it being well-documented that alters can have false beliefs about themselves, such as believing themselves to be an angel or a demon.

THIS IS IN THE DSM-5!

So if we accept possession states like this are dissociative, and that the alter is simply believed to be an external agent, why aren't psychiatrists treating these "thought insertion delusions" and "delusions of control" the same way???

...

This might have been a bit rambly, but my main point is that I think A LOT of experiences that are currently classified as psychotic would be better classified as dissociative, and should be recategorized.

It wouldn't be the first time. ASD was considered a form of childhood schizophrenia until the 80s, and DID was once a type of hysteria.

In my opinion, there needs to be similar restructuring when it comes to these intelligent voices and "delusions of control", where they should be reclassified as as dissociative. Particularly under the new category of Partial DID.

[kusakiguzen]

*Takes a deep breath and deflates* HELLOOOOO!!! Well, I'm sad again, but like your master, I didn't lie, I'M OBSESSED with Manhwa, and I also wanted to say if it's possible... You can make a scenario or whatever (I have no limits to tell you what I want, There are so many Husbandos that there are in the Manhwa that I read, ML or main character) Anyway, this time I want, if possible, a somewhat silly scenario far from the canon.

I know I'm going to ramble, but I can't help it! I have 2 AUs for my 3 favorite men (Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk and the FUCKING beautiful Sung Jinwoo) By the way I want it to be far from canon because I don't know, I read the novels 3 years ago I don't remember anything! hahaha. Anyway, I would like it if you made a combination of rofan with dungeons.

(I'm delusional with what I'll say next, please don't judge me!) But in my crazy AU, Dokja and Joonghyuk are Secretive-Plotter (I know pure brain shit but UGHH!) The reader is ultimately reincarnated in a Rofan fanfic from ORV where the author did what he wanted with the characters, but this novel/fanfic has secrets beyond it. For example, the FL is the enemy of my two bbys, but the reader is the villain (I don't know what to say, damn, my head is messed up!) I hope you can solve this hahahaha...

I just want yandere rot, also in this AU they made a tower of tests to see if humanity should live or not, especially because they killed their beloved (A star who is conveniently the reader but now as a human hahaha Lol what the shit is this? 😭🥺🫣) And it no longer occurs to him that it continues hahaha, anyway I leave you an edit that I have of them (yes, I have this AU since 2022, I even have a bot on yodayo) Thanks for reading this shit hahahaha you can ignore this if you want or if I broke one of your rules (If the edit is stale and weird ugh) 😭😭💀

UMMM.... HII Thank you for requesting I really apreciated it but I have few questions if u don't mind answering them to make my life a little easier.

What does 'Rofan' mean? because i haven't read ORV in like a year.

"The reader is ultimately reincarnated in a Rofan fanfic from ORV where the author did what he wanted with the characters, but this novel/fanfic has secrets beyond it. For example, the FL is the enemy of my two bbys, but the reader is the villain" This part i would like it if it were a little organized? cuz i cannot get it in my head or i'm just sleep deprived.

And please tell me if i understood this part right. "this AU they made a tower of tests to see if humanity should live or not, especially because they killed their beloved (A star who is conveniently the reader but now as a human hahaha Lol what the shit is this? 😭🥺🫣) And it no longer occurs to him that it continues hahaha, anyway I leave you an edit that I have of them (yes, I have this AU since 2022, I even have a bot on yodayo" In this Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk and Sung Jinwoo or the two ORV characters created the tower because The star (reader ) was killed by the humans and they want to test them? but the reader gets reincarnated as human?

I Think I should ORV again to get a clear idea but it would be really nice if it was a little more detailed and i would really like it if i could discuss it (the fic) with you so i could get to know more about your AU if its okay with you?

And No you did not break any rules and i really like this idea!! I hope you would consider my idea to discuss this AU.

And again Thank you for requesting

[didyoulookforme]

hi queen...... post! matty fucking himself alone queen......... i'm so normal can you tell CAN YOU TELL oh dear god i need him so bad

thank you for keeping me (in)sane, lena. i missed you <3

sooooo.... on to matty fucking himself because these are totally normal thoughts to have. yes. following off this.

apologies for any grammar & spelling errors in my nonsensical rambles.

it happens on a week when you're away visiting your family. you and matty have been together for a while now, so he has keys to your place to come and go as he pleases because he still lives with roomie hann and, while he loves him dearly, he'd much rather be at your space.

one day after a sweaty work shift, he comes over because even though it's only been about 48 hours of you being gone, he does miss you. he also just needs to shower asap and your place happens to be closer to his. once the water grows cold and he finally makes it out of the bathroom, he goes in your walk-in closet to look for some clothes and as he is doing so, he bumps into the box he now knows all too well. it's black, scuffed, covered with various band stickers and a taped photo of matty sticking his tongue out because, of course, he had to put it there so you would think of him whenever you used any of the sex toys kept inside.

he doesn't really ponder much before opening it to gaze at the collection of items you've acquired. never would he have guessed that you'd be so into sex toys from the first time he met you. you radiated nothing but sweetness and softness which he immediately adored. thus it was a much welcome shock to his system (and dick, let’s be honest) when he first got to use that pale blue vibrator to get you off. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t pleasure himself to the memories of watching you cum all over his leg that afternoon.

it’s no surprise that is the same toy which catches his eye and grabs before making his way over to your bed, not really caring that he left a damp towel on your closet floor and didn’t end up finding himself any clothes.

while matty is a sex fiend, experimenting with toys on himself was never something that he really considered. yes, he’d used them to pleasure others, including yourself, but it wasn’t until one night with you that he realized how fucking good it feels. that’s the time when you placed a vibrator under the head of his dick and he pretty much came right away, not being able to control himself from the intense sensation. so this is exactly what he is doing now, lying on your side of the bed with wet, messy curls on your pillow, so he can feel you somewhat close since you’re not there to do it for him.

it doesn’t take long for his legs to start shaking, his moans growing louder even if no one can hear him. one hand holds the base of his cock while the other keeps the toy flush against that sweet spot, and not even a couple minutes later, he abruptly stops as he starts losing control over his own body, instantly feeling lightheaded at the fact that he ruined his own orgasm. a string of mumbled swears leaves his lips as he inhales deeply so he can regain a sense of composure, all before fumbling through your bedside drawer to pull out a nearly empty bottle of lube.

matty almost, almost feels guilty as he pours some of the silky liquid onto his fingers and begins to coat his hole with it. he knows how much you like doing that for him and wishes it could be your hand instead as you know exactly how to make him fall apart.

it’s not the first time he’s had his fingers in his ass, but it is the first time that he uses a vibrator, making him feel full and reach that spot that makes him delusional. to be fair, he’s always wanted to try this with you as he knows you’d enjoy the hell out of it. still, part of him wanted to try it on his own to see how it’d feel as to not disappoint you in the off chance it wasn’t his thing.

oh, but he was wrong. so, so wrong.

it feels fucking amazing.

the gentle vibrations as he pumps the toy in and out of his hole… the way it makes his dick twitch and leak against his stomach… how it makes his body tremble from head to toe…

but what pushes him to the edge is knowing that it will feel one million times better when you’re the one fucking him.

as he’s still trying to catch his breath, his phone buzzes and he can’t help but laugh after opening the text. he’s on your bed, stomach covered with cum from fucking himself, with a message from you asking “what are you up to? keeping yourself busy?”

it’s almost like you knew exactly what he was doing at that same moment in time :)

—

he does admit to you that he fucked himself, and when he does, you two literally cannot wait to go back to your place and order the perfect strap so you can rail him senseless. obviously, he still manages to find a way to be in control with a strap-on up his ass, though <3

[artxstic-scr1bbles]

AU RAMBLE!

After MONTHS OF NON-CREATIVENESS, I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER AU.

//Please note that I unfortunately have not yet watched Hazbin Hotel as a series and am working with the information I had beforehand, so the lore given may not be accurate and may be edited after//

Ramblings as I lose my braincells:-

So, AU idea.

Lucifer darling has amnesia. That is, forgetting things temporarily or entirely.

Plus, he’s delusional. He hallucinates about things. My guy is so hurt by the past that he mentally shut down to protect himself. And his daughter, Charlie.

All his memories are just pieces of a puzzle that don’t come together. He’s seen it before, HE’S BEEN THERE BEFORE. Then why can’t he remember…? He can’t remember where it happened, why it happened.

With such little information, you can imagine what would happen.

Let’s brainstorm some things up.

SO, Lucifer was one of Heaven’s most beloved angels. He has several other brothers and sisters in Heaven. He fell because he taught humans to ‘sin’. He gave them the apple of knowledge, of free will. He fell because he loved a human; Lilith. Lucifer fell from Heaven because he gave the apple to Eve. That is, Roo; Root of All Evil. He gave the apple to Adam first. He refused so he turned to Eve.  He's eventually left with the guilt of having failed humanity.

Lucifer lost everything. His daughter, his love, his heaven [pun intended].

So, what does he do?

He pushes his family away. While he’s left to his deteriorating mental wellbeing. BY HIMSELF. 

So let’s see what can happen if we just make this situation a little…worse.

Rough storyline below cut!

Charlie calls. He does not pick up. She leaves a voicemail for him explaining that she needs help with heaven. One or two days later, he reluctantly goes to her hotel. Everything plays out, well and good. But he does not agree with her idea. He says that “Heaven never listens. They didn’t listen to me, and they won’t listen to you.” Therefore, further solidifying his grudge against heaven and its ways.  Time skip to Extermination Day. Adam attacks the hotel. Everyone is in grave danger. Skip to Charlie’s point of view. Mentally and emotionally drained, she misses him by a split second and Adam gets the chance to make her lose her breath. Vaggie dies in the rubble, shortly after witnessing Charlie's death with teary vision. Angel, Husk, Niffty, all the demons are held hostage for the exterminator’s sadistic enjoyment. Angels win. Lucifer stays in his office by himself. The extermination was being broadcasted live on TV. Through that, Lucifer gets a head-on view of his dead daughter with the last remnants of her life staining her face in the form of tears.  He loses himself at that sight. He goes down to the battle field and finishes off each of the exterminators he could see. Adam and only a lucky few manage to escape. Unknowingly enough, he (nearly) kills Husk when he’s in his rage.  Angel and Niffty rush inside the hotel with a bleeding Husk in their hands. Trembling, cowering in fear under the reception Desk while Lucifer is outside. Once he calms down enough to feel the weight of the situation, he turns to his beloved daughter, one who he loved dearly and sacrificed everything for, now lying on the ground among the rubble with a tearful expression on her features. He gently picks her up and sobs. Sobs and sobs, wailing and crying as he blamed himself for her unforeseen fate. Angel tries to approach him but is met with a cold order to ‘stay away’. With a gentle stroke over Charlie’s hair, her body disappears, now nowhere to be seen. “Stay away sinner.” Another sentence, another threat. Angel stumbles back, staring at the fallen angel with fear and dread. For the once cheerful and jolly one had turned to an emotionless puppeteer.  He’s going to make Heaven pay for everything now. And he won’t hold onto morality anymore.

So, in conclusion, Angel, Niffty, Cherri, Alastor and Husker are left to take the story further along with Lucifer. Plus Heaven and its angels ofc.

Feedback appreciated!

@hahskeleton @chongkychonk @bapple117

EDIT: This AU is now officially called 'Plight of the Fallen Angel'

[the-stove-is-divorced]

HEY SO GUESS WHAT I NOTICED LATELY AND KEPT THINKING ABOUT AND WANTED TO SHARE WITH YOU

Mata and arajin both kinda achieved what they wanted to some part?

OK LEMME EXPLAIN : mata wanted to be stronger (why? To never be left behind again) and he did just that

Arajin wanted to be braver I think (why? To never leave behind a friend ever again)

And guess what

Come on guess it

THEY BOTH DID DO JUST THAT, BUT ONE FOCUSED MORE ON THE GOAL RATHER THAN THE WHY (Mata, with his delusional belief that getting stronger will solve everything) AND THE OTHER FOCUSED ON THE WHY MORE THAN THE GOAL (arajin, with him simply deciding that you can't leave behind a friend if you don't have any, he truly is the smartest idiot out there)

Mata is now much much stronger, maybe not the strongest but still, and arajin is much much more brave, maybe not the bravest but still much braver, especially when you see how they used to be and how they are rn

LIKE COME ON. COME ON. LIKE, ANOTHER LAYER TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND I KNOW IT'S A SIMPLE ONE TO NOTICE BUT I DIDN'T UNTIL TOO LATE AND GOD, THEY BOTH WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED TILL THE GOAL AND THE WHY BOTH GET ANSWERED, AND THAT WONT HAPPEN TILL BOTH DROP THEIR DELUSIONS AND WAIT IS THIS A LAYER OF NEVER FEELING LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE IM SEEING??

(sorry for rambling, it just been circulating my mind for the past three days and my god I need that 2 hours analysis video asap)

OKAY! Finally had some time to give this my full attention, took me a minute. Hope the wait wasn’t too long. (Also trust I’ll get to your comment back but I try to reply to everything which means I need time to sit it down and Do That but I’ve been busy as shit UGHHH)

BUT RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THE ADDED LAYERS OF THIS DYNAMIC IS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD. I’m so glad you mentioned this because I didn’t quite notice it as an added bit of their dynamic, but they both, as the should go, got a little bit of what they’ve wanted!!!! Which is really charming that they both kinda stay stubborn in their ways, regressing or simply doubling down respectively, and then actually both grow a little bit by the end! While obviously they should progress (or land somewhere other than where they’ve started until that’s another point/purpose), it’s just a charming detail they did get something, by actually dropping the delusion/confronting a bit of who they are and what things are actually like in reality.

They make me so ill, I think. I love my little bad coping mechanism mfs. They rlly thought if they just just dug their heels in, stubborn as shit, double down again and again, it’d just work out. Like no. Dumbass. I love them, though. They match each other’s narratively, but they haven’t caught got to the actual bestie / seeing each other completely yet. (SOBBING ABOUT IT ARAJIN LET DOWN UR MASK PLEASE—) (THERE IS MORE TO YOU I KNOW IT)

Also it will never not be funny to me Arajin rlly went giving “I’ve ever met this man before in my life”/“we’re not friends -_-” energy and Mata is just: “no we’re best friends :) best friends forever :) I’m simply ignoring what you said, you’re just a silly little jokester we’re the best friends in the entire planet trust me! We never stopped being friends! We’re super duper close! Fav guy in the whole world!!”

I love my pair of unreliable ass mfs, never trust them to take control of narration, you’re gonna be lied too.

Look at them. Unreliable ass mfs. I love them so much. They’re so precious to me. Unstoppable force vs unmovable object ass dynamic. Mutually not seeing each other ass dynamic. Denial buddies. Driven by fear ass mfs. “What if I just doubled down” like that’ll do anything. Idiots. I love them so much oh my god.

ALSO PLEASE SHARE RAMBLES AND IDEAS AND ALL THAT JAZZ! I love yapping about stuff like this! I’m just sluggish at replying back cause I’m gonna be busy as shit for a couple monthssssss.

[ebonysplendor]

Perfect Love: Milo Change -- TS4 Edition

This is totally not becoming a Perfect Love fan page ^^;; I swear I'll shut up about this game after today...

...ANYWAYS! Show and tell time!

So, I made the Milos in The Sims 4, so that's cool, I guess!

Introducing OG Milo Change, "Deceive, defame, and deny" Milo, and "Always choose violence" Milo.

Peep the eye colors though; red for violence, blue for manipulation

This is pretty much it, but it you wanna see me ramble more and/or the other pics, you can keep going :)

Okay, so hear me out. I think these actually came out pretty okay?

First off, it's very hard for me to make faces. What I mean by that is, usually, whenever I recreate characters in The Sims, I find a base "face" and then I edit it. I can dress them, sure, but the "genetics" part kill me; I can't recreate a face to save my life, and I absolutely rely on other simmers for that. That being said...I was on my own this time, so just ignore the faces altogether if they look off, even though, this time around, I think I did pretty okay.

Now, I do feel like I did pretty damned good on the wardrobe, especially for my "always choose violence" Milo; that one was my favorite, and he came out pretty close to the actual sprite, which was a big "yay" moment. At least, I think it did. Am I being delusional or overly critical...? I'm not sure lol. Like, I'm not trying to drag myself but I def do not want to overhype myself because these probably could've been better, but I honestly don't know, like... how to make it better. Whatever though, I did it for funsies, and now, I have the option to put them in one of my playthroughs, which is super exciting.

Now, admittedly, I'm peeved that I couldn't find exact clothing, and that's my toxic trait when trying to recreate a character in sims. For some reason, if I can't find the exact clothes and/or hair, it throws the entire thing off for me. It's not as bad when I can find something relatively close, but if it's not pretty much it, it bothers the living hell out of me. That's just a thing with me, for whatever reason, and that being said, why, oh why, could I not find a damned jacket with the sewn on patches and why could I not find an accessory hoodie for the guys? I have a shirt with an eye on it. It killed me not to use it, but I used what was the closest.

Anyways, enough rambling and trying to explain myself. Please either enjoy or criticize these Milos that I made to feed my obsession for this game.

Big preesh for checking this out, brah.

Drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around!

Until next time~!

p.s. Just in case you were wanting to play it, or you somehow stumbled upon this and was wondering what game I was talking about, here's a link to the Perfect Love visual novel. If you just so happen want to read my review and see me absolutely foam at the mouth over this game, here's a link to that as well.

Okay, I'm leaving for realsies now. Lol later~!