#mila 🦋

[sagesolsticewrites]

SAGEY I AM HERE FOR THE ✨ CELEBRATION ✨ i would love love love if you could do a blurb w Robin using the "playing with each other’s fingers" prompt from the hand-holding list!!

AND CONGRATS ON ONE YEAR OF MAKING TUMBLR A BETTER PLACE!! 🎉 🎂 💕

MIMS MY LOVE!!! TYSM BESTIE 🥰 I love writing for Robin (our favorite disaster lesbian <3) so so much ahhhh

You were laying with your head in Robin’s lap, listening to your girlfriend ramble about the latest mixtape Eddie had made for her — you hadn’t had the chance to listen to the one he’d made you yet, but if it was anything like the ones he’d made for the rest of the gang, you knew you’d love it — when your eyes caught on the motes of dust floating in the rays of sunlight streaming in through the window.

Ordinarily the two of you would be out enjoying the sunshine, a welcome break from the week straight of pouring rain that had been plaguing Hawkins. Unfortunately, with the sun came a stiflingly humid heat that left the two of you confined to your blessedly air-conditioned house.

Robin’s voice a soothing soundtrack in the background, you reach up to let your fingers dance in the rays of golden light. Out of the corner of your eye you see Robin’s smile grow as, without pausing her rambling for a moment, she reaches her own hand up next to yours. A giggle escapes you as your hands brush together once, twice, three times before Robin’s fingers, chipped red polish shining in the light, wiggle their way in between yours. The two of you let your fingers dance together in the sun for a moment before Robin grips your hand tight, pulling it down to press a kiss to the back of it.

You can feel the smile on her face as she mumbles against your skin.

“Do I have your attention now, sunshine?”

You twist, turning your body so you’re on your back facing upwards, your girlfriend’s thighs serving as a very comfortable pillow as you meet her eyes with a grin.

You hum, pretending to consider, before eventually deciding “I dunno, I might need a couple more kisses…”

Your giggles are cut off by Robin leaning down, more than happy to oblige your request.

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[sagesolsticewrites]

MIMS TJIS IS SO CUTEEEEEEE

the way I actually squealed when they fell oh my GOSH you truly never miss 🥹

🍋

A Little Extra Sugar

austin butler x reader | 🍋 - lemonade

tw: none, this is Soft! || word count: 1.5k || rating: Pg

A/N: 2023 mila = making austin a himbo apparently LMAO. anywayyy, this turned out a lot cuter than i was expecting so i hope y'all enjoy it! 💕

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When your little cousin blasted through the front doors yesterday afternoon with the ambitious idea of starting a lemonade stand, you couldn’t be happier to help her. But you didn’t realize that you were also agreeing to help her work the lemonade stand. All day long. In the California summer heat.

Nevertheless, there you are standing beside her squeezing lemons and stirring sugar. You can hardly believe that you’re spending your Saturday selling $2 lemonades. But seeing how happy your cousin is, you’re glad to help. The sour aroma of freshly squeezed lemons fills the humid summer air as you turn a lemon on top of the juicer. As you turn to toss the empty lemon into the trashcan, a familiar voice captures your attention.

“Well, what have we here?”

Your head snaps up to see your neighbor, Austin, approaching the stand. Your heart jumps into your throat with anticipation. You’ve had a crush on Austin for a long time now but you aren’t sure how to tell him. When he flashes his handsome smile, you avert your gaze to hide your smile.

“Hi Austin!” your cousin shouts excitedly. “We’re selling lemonade. It’s two dollars for a cup. Do you want some?”

Your heart warms as Austin crouches down to get on eye level with your cousin. The corners of his mouth crease as he grins sweetly.

“I’d love a cup. Can you put in some extra sugar?”

“Of course! But it’ll cost you,” your cousin replies matter-of-factly.

Austin’s deep, full laugh is contagious and you smile. Your cheeks ache with admiration for him.

“Well, okay then,” Austin nods.

Your cousin claps happily, spooning some extra sugar into the cup. When Austin’s bright, sparkling blue eyes center on yours, you can practically feel your heart beating into your throat. Your cheeks feel hot so you clear your throat to dispel some of the tension.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says in his usual husky tone. “How're you doing?”

“Good,” you reply nervously. “Happy you made it over when you did. We’re selling out pretty fast.”

“Really? How much have you made so far?”

“One hundred dollars!” your cousin answers as she pushes Austin’s glass across the table.

Austin’s eyes widen and he looks to you for confirmation. With a shrug, you nod. Your cousin was correct. Per her suggestion, you had chosen a very busy street. But the number of customers had surpassed your expectations by far.

“Shrewd businesswoman right here,” you say, tossing your head toward your cousin.

“Yeah…no kidding,” he muses with a chuckle.

“Four dollars please, Mr. Butler,” your cousin interrupts.

“Four? I thought you said it was two?” Austin sputters.

“It is but you wanted extra sugar. I told you it would cost you. It’s an upcharge,” your cousin replies with a nonchalant shrug.

Austin glances at you again, mouthing the word “upcharge” incredulously. You stifle a giggle and shake your head.

“Four dollars…okay…”

Austin fumbles around in his wallet, coming out with two dollars and a few odd cents. His eyebrows furrowed, he peers up at your cousin.

“I…don’t think I have cash for that. I don’t really carry it anymore. You don’t happen to take card…do you?”

You bite your lip but are unable to stop the laugh that escapes your throat. Austin chuckles nervously, his cheeks growing redder by the second.

“Right, of course not. I guess, uh…”

Austin reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. You admire the way he tilts his head ever so slightly, the way the veins in his neck pulse when he does so. You clear your throat and then turn toward your cousin.

“Well, there might be another way you could pay for your lemonade,” you suggest with a quirked eyebrow.

The corner of Austin’s mouth twitches up into a small smirk.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“You could help us behind the counter,” you respond. “We’ve been a little slow on making new batches of lemonade because it takes us so long to squeeze the lemons. We could use a big strong man to do it for us.”

A full grin breaks across Austin’s face and he nods. Although you wonder why he’s wearing a sweatshirt in 90 degree heat, you admire the way Austin’s forearms and fingers flex as he rolls up the sleeves of the sweatshirt.

“I’d be honored to lend my services,” he says. “Make some room and let’s get down to business.”

Over the next couple of hours, customer after customer approaches your tiny stand. You would never take all of the credit, but you have to hand it to yourself. Your marketing skills are clearly superior thanks to the beautiful sign you’d made to clip on top of the stand which advertised cool and refreshing $2 lemonades.

With Austin efficiently squeezing lemons on the table behind you, the stand always had a fresh brew of lemonade ready for the next customers. Your cousin mixes in the sugar and does the haggling while you fill the cups and take payment from the customers. It’s surprising how many customers have offered to pay a little extra. Your cousin’s tough bartering skills and sweet face are obviously a good selling point.

Each time Austin hands you a fresh pitcher of lemonade, your heart pounds, especially when your fingers gently brush against his. With your backs to each other, you didn’t have much of an opportunity to make small talk, but just his presence alone was enough to make your palms sweaty.

During a particularly busy rush, you run into a slight problem. Busy hurriedly filling cups, you barely hear Austin’s stressed call for help from behind you.

“Uh…we’re out of lemons!” he shouts.

“No, we shouldn’t be,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder.

“Well, this box is definitely empty.”

He picks up the box of lemons and tips it upside down. Nothing falls out, proving that it is, in fact, empty.

“Oh, well we have others down there,” you gesture, admittedly vaguely, to a place underneath the tablecloth.

“Where?” Austin asks confusedly.

“Down there. Under the tablecloth.”

 You gesture again, but with one hand still busy filling cups for the customers, you can’t do much better. You return to filling the cups, passing them to your cousin as quickly as possible. You can hear Austin rummaging around behind you but it doesn’t sound like he’s doing very well.

“Where? I can’t find them,” he says.

You sigh frustratedly. How can he not see them?

“Hold on. I’ll find the-”

You’re in the middle of mumbling your reply when you turn around to help him find the lemons. Unfortunately, Austin had decided to turn around at the exact same moment with a similar idea. You crash into his chest. Your feet stumble and falter. You can feel your body tipping forward, but there’s nothing you can do to stop yourself as you teeters over on top of Austin. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the impact. You can hear the groan escape Austin’s lips as his back smashes onto the grass below him. You mutter an “ow”.

When you open your eyes, your body goes rigid. You’re laying on top of Austin, your hands on his heaving chest, your faces aligned, your lips hovering just inches apart. You know you should move and get off of him, but you can’t bring yourself to. You like the feeling of laying on his chest, of being this close to one another. You gulp as Austin’s eyes search your face and finally land on your lips. Suddenly, his head bobs upward and he presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widen in surprise, your body too stunned to return the kiss. As he lays his head back down, a small smile begins to spread across your face. As your body defrosts from its shocked numbness, you lower your head and give him a sweet peck on the lips. His hand snakes up into your hair, keeping your mouth firmly attached to his.

You pull apart to the sounds of wolf whistles and cheering. Feeling the heat flood into your cheeks, you bury your head in Austin’s shoulder. His finger hooks underneath your chin, lifting your gaze to his. A sweet smile plays at his lips. He winks and you giggle. Your eyes flick down to his lips again and you move to kiss him one more time.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” your cousin’s shrill voice put a stop to your actions. You both glance up to see her with her hands on her hips, a scolding expression on her face. “I can’t run this stand all by myself! I’m not paying you to kiss. Ew!”

You chuckle and nod.

“Oops, sorry bud. We’ll get back to work ASAP,” you reply as seriously as you can.

She nods resolutely, huffs, and then goes back to haggling with an elderly woman. You look back to Austin to find him staring at you with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Thanks for today, Austin,” you say. “You made it so much fun."

“Anytime,” he replies. “Hey, we should probably get those lemons. I don’t want to owe your cousin a debt. She seems like the loanshark type.”

You laugh and nod, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose.

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🦋 mila

[cleorhodes]

"¿viste que mona café no ha abierto?" @millarav

“¿crees que sea por problemas por la falta de energía?” su respuesta llega en forma de una nueva pregunta, la falta de vida en aquel lugar le parece de lo más extraño. “¿o tendrá que ver con lo que sucedió en el festival?”

[katnissmellarkkk]

What’s the different ending in the book, luckiest girl alive?

Can’t remember but it didn’t have the #metoo spin on it.

[alexa-mwll]

Hi!🦋 @efingart I told you here is what I promised you, I know it's late and I'm sorry about that, I just hope you had a good time on your beautiful birthday

Here are these two beautiful Frank and Mila ❤✨

I hope you like it 🦋✋

[emoss]

Koniecznie potrzebuje osobe ktora bedzie co chwile pytac czy cos zjadlam, ale nie w sposob ze bedzie mnie wyzywac jak zjem lub mowic ze nie moge czegos zjesc bo bede ulana itp, raczej os mila ktora bedzie mi np gratulowac ze nie jem, to mnie chyba bardziej motywuje. Nie potrafie wytrwac sama na glodowce dluzej niz jeden dzien. Najlepiej na messa ale jak ktos nie chce podawac to moze byc tutaj. Mam nadzieje, ze ktos sie znajdzie!! (Najlepiej cos kolo mojego wieku (prawie 13) zeby nie bylo awkward) 💗💗🦋

[youremyheaven]

Some Unverified Celebs I Suspect to be Theatrical Romantics (TRs)

Carolyn Jones

She is most well known for playing Morticia Addams in the 50s sitcom The Addams Family

She's 168cms but is very petite with short limbs so she appears more delicate and shorter

Her face has Romantic-Dramatic-Ingenue essence which is the basic essence of TRs. She's very obviously a "femme fatale". She appears youthful, kind of innocent but also mysterious and seductive.

She has a very small frame and a delicate hourglass body.

2. Odeya Rush

You might recognise her as the mean girl from Lady Bird. She's often said to resemble Mila Kunis (who is a verified TR)👀

She's 163cm tall, has short limbs and is a very petite hourglass. She also has a Romantic Dramatic Ingenue essence and has those tell tale TR bedroom eyes<3

3. Myrna Loy

She's 168cms and has a very petite delicate hourglass body. Her face has a combination of soft and sharp features and her whole aura screams "femme fatale".

In the 30s & 40s she was typecast in exotic roles, often as a vamp before she established herself as a skilled comedic actress.

4.Debi Mazar

She's known for her roles in films like Empire Records & Goodfellas. She's also besties with Madonna.

She's 165cms tall and is so obviously TR. Look at that face.

She has a petite hourglass body as well.

5. Priscilla Presley

Priscilla is a very well known pop culture figure and former wife of Elvis Presley.

She's 163cm, has those bedroom eyes, full mouth, a mix of soft and sharp features and a petite hourglass body

6. Ornella Muti

She's an Italian actress who was in the 80s cult film Flash Gordon as Princess Aura.

She's 168cms

7. Elizabeth Gillies

You might recognize her from Victorious. Although she's tall enough to be an SD at 170cms, I personally think she's TR since she appears shorter than she is, has shorter limbs and does not have any obvious need to accommodate vertical.

8. Charlene Tilton

she's 150cms/4'11 and is a typical babyfaced TR imo. Sexy and cute.

9. Heather Locklear

She's 165cms or 5'5 and is one of the thinner TRs along with Mila Kunis and Morgan Fairchild. nonetheless she looks very much like one to me

10. Beverly D'Angelo

She's 158cms or 5'2 inches

She's tiny, an hourglass, has bedroom eyes and that femme fatale essence.

🦋

what all of these women have in common is their femme fatale essence and their petite hour glass body. if you look at all their pictures, you can tell how they all emanate a very similar vibe. Not every TR is going to be 5 feet tall, some are of average height (including verified TR Selena Gomez who is 5'5)

Although TRs are rare, they're not THAT rare. they walk among us all the time 😌😂 and are easy to spot because they're uncommon enough to stand out from all the other types.

[farfallasims]

hi maddiiii!!!!! how are you? i hope you are well! anyways, do you think you could tell me how to make my sims look more unique? i am wondering how you avoid same-face syndrome (lol) and make really beautiful and out of the ordinary sims, for example Lomi, Asami, and the Ivanov family. i am aware of your genetics post with all of your cc listed, but i am not sure if you have answered how exactly you make each sim truly special. thank you so much for taking the time to read this. you are a beautiful gift to us 🦋

Hi gorgeous, I'm lovely & I hope you are as well!

My biggest tip for making more unique faces which is what I've been doing lately is having a face reference. Pinterest has sooooo many beautiful faces to look at and by having a reference of someone you find beautiful it'll promote you to do more unique features, try different presets, etc.

For reference, Mila.

Is it exact carbon copy? Of course not, I am not that talented at all. But, it made me use presets I wouldn't normally use, try different genetics, etc.

I hope this helps!

[sagesolsticewrites]

ok i'm back w another potential request because i love your idea for the fic title thing so MUCH!! i can't resist using this title in honor of Glenda the Good Bitch™️ lmaooo

i'd LOVE to see what your beautiful brain comes up with for a fic titled simply: "Superset"

ahhh tysm mims!!! I was really looking forward to doing one of these fhskfh ☺️ superset for life!!!

(sorry not sorry about the gif 😉)

Title: Superset

Summary: You’ve harbored a crush on your stupidly handsome costar Glen Powell since the moment you met him. An up-and-coming actress, being cast in a blockbuster like Top Gun could be your big break, which is why you’re putting in all your effort training for the football montage— after all, “montages are forever,” as Glen continues to remind the entire cast.

You’ve had a few close calls when it comes to letting him know your feelings… but one day when it’s just the two of you in the gym, Glen offers to give you some pointers. Several hours in very close proximity… even closer than you two normally are 👀. Could this be the moment to confess your feelings?

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[sagesolsticewrites]

EEEEEE EDDIE OUR BELOVED 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Mims this is SO FREAKING CUTE words can’t come close to describing how much I love this 🥰

Like the way he takes a genuine interest in her theater performance and how he’s so patient in explaining DND, and the way the reader is genuinely invested in learning about it my HEART!!!!!

And I promise I’m not exaggerating when I say I squealed out loud at this part:

“But..” he continues. Your eyes widen in hope. “If you’re in it, maybe you’ll change my mind, Angel.”

(pet names make me swoon, what can I say?)

Anyway I’m absolutely obsessed with your Eddie, Mims, thank you for blessing us with him!!!

Angel and the Freak

Character/Fandom: Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Requested: yes - anon!

Prompt: When you forget your prized jean jacket backstage after theatre rehearsals, you have no choice but to run back and get it. Finding yourself face-to-face with the school's resident freak, Eddie Munson, you learn just how charming you can be. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: none! this is ✨ wholesome ✨

Rating: Pg || Word Count: 4.0k

A/N: anon, you literally read my mind??? i've had a shred of an idea floating around in my brain for MONTHS of writing an eddie fic where the reader does musical theatre because the hellfire meeting in ep. 1 is so clearly on the HHS stage. so this was PERFECT

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🦋 mila

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As you grab the handle of the car door, you suddenly feel the missing weight of something that should be tied to your waist. You quickly search your body, but you don’t find what you’re looking for.

“Oh god, wait! I forgot my jacket. Hold on, I’ll be right back!” you shout to your friends, spinning on your heel before they have a chance to protest.

You rush away, back toward the theatre. You need that jacket; it’s your prized possession. You’ve put way too much work into it to leave it behind. As you swing the back door to the theatre open, your ears are flooded with loud, harsh music. You furrow your eyebrows and stalk quietly toward the sound. As you get closer, you realize that you’re listening to “Dreamer Deceiver” by Judas Priest. You’d know that song anywhere; it’s one of the songs you use to practice expanding your vocal range.

You wade through the backstage area, cluttered with racks of costumes and set pieces all painted and ready to be deployed for the first show tomorrow night. You peek your head around the corner of the wall. The stage is lit by the lights above, a mix of blue, yellow, and red which casts a muddy glow over the scene. Your eyes track across the stage and find a man, a student, you don’t recognize. He’s bent over a table, his arms moving wildly. Your eyes land on a small black cassette player stacked on top of a bunch of boxes. You can tell just by the sight of this student that he’s not a theatre kid. You’d recognize him if he were. With a shrug, you step out from behind the wall.

“Um, hi!” you say loudly.

You were hoping he’d be able to hear you over the loud music. But, after waiting patiently for a few minutes with no response, you forcefully clear your throat. Still nothing. You cup your hands around your mouth and prepare to shout.

“Hey!”

The boy’s head suddenly snaps back. He glances over his shoulder in your direction. With the low lighting, you can’t see his face, only a mane of uncouth, long, curly hair. You squint and raise your hand to wave. He lunges over the table in front of him and clicks off the cassette player. Once the room is encased in silence, you step forward awkwardly.

“Um, hi,” you say. His back is still turned away from you as he fiddles with something. “Sorry for interrupting you.”

“Hey, no problem. What, uh, can I do for you?” he asks.

Your eyes are too busy scanning the room to notice that he’s turned toward you. Your gaze continues to search and re-search the exact spot where you’re fairly certain you had left your jacket.

“I just forgot my jacket and was wondering if you happened to see it. I thought I left it over-”

“Oh, yeah, got it right here,” he interrupts you.

At the sound of his reply, your stare centers on him. Your eyebrows raise as you meet his deep brown eyes. Now that you can see him clearly, you would swear you know him from somewhere. His hair is wild and long, falling all the way down to his shoulders. His soft eyes are friendly; they remind you of a puppy’s. He's actually super cute, maybe even pretty. You can’t place a name to his face, but…maybe he’s in your history class with Mrs. O’Donnell? Yeah, that feels right.

Offering a smile, you step closer to him to take the jacket from his fingers. As you do, your fingertips gently brush against one another.

“Thanks,” you say.

“No problem. Cool pins.”

“Oh, thanks!”

You giggle nervously as heat creeps up through your ears. You quickly swipe your finger over the top of your favorite Lord of the Rings pin, which reads “Gamgee for President.” Can you say embarrassing?

“That’s actually why I came back for it,” you continue. “I’ve put a lot of work into this jacket with all the pins and patches and stuff.”

“Oh believe me, I get it,” he replies, leaning back to grab something behind him

As he does so, the hem of his shirt rides up just enough to give you the slightest peek at his stomach. Your eyes can’t help but drop down to take it in. You bite your lip as you feel butterflies in your stomach, fluttering softly. You’re all but positive now that Mrs. O’Donnell’s class is where you know him from. But his name…what is it?

He presents a jean vest to you. You take it from him, nodding as you examine it. Judging by the frayed hems, it looks like he’s cut or ripped off the sleeves. There are pins and patches placed haphazardly across the fabric. Each piece of decoration is merchandise for a different metal band: Motorhead, W.A.S.P., Judas Priest, etcetera. You flip the jacket over and smile at the massive Dio patch sewn onto the back flap.

“Kind of a metalhead, aren’t you? Very impressive, though,” you say, handing the jacket back. “You don’t have as many as I do, but I have the exact same Judas Priest one, actually.”

“No shit.”

You pull your jacket up, maneuvering to the exact spot where you know that very same Judas Priest pin has been secured for the last eight months. He steps forward, leaning closer to examine it. He chuckles, his fingers swiping over the glossy surface of the metal pin. You bite away the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth. He smells like a mixture of smoke, musk, and something mildly sweet that you can’t quite identify. It’s a nice smell, natural and not chemical like some colognes. After a moment, he pulls away, glancing down at you with furrowed eyebrows. His eyes flick up and down your figure. You cross your arms over your chest defensively.

“What?” you ask.

“You just don’t seem like the kind of person who would have a heavy metal band pinned on your jacket, that’s all.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” you quip, narrowing your eyes. “I happen to dabble in metal so I can work on my vocal range. Judas Preist, in particular, and that song,” you gesture to the player, “specifically.”

“Really? You in a band or something?”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Not exactly. I do musical theatre. Hence the jacket being left over there. We’re doing Grease for the spring production and I'm playing Sandy.”

You wince as the words leave your lips and wonder why you feel pressured to impress him so much. Why did you think telling him you’re playing little miss Sandra Dee herself would impress him, anyway? Silence has settled between you, his head nodding slowly. You don’t have to justify yourself to him, to the likes of E-! His name suddenly clicks in your head. Your pleasure in remembering it moves you to break the awkward tension.

“Hey, I do know you. It’s Eddie, right? You have Mrs. O’Donnell’s history class for fourth period. I knew you looked familiar! I’m in that class, too. I’m-”

“Y/N,” he says, a smile spreading across his handsome features. “I know who you are.”

“Right,” you nod, dropping your embarrassed gaze. “Well, I know you're not in theatre, so what are you doing back here?”

He uncrosses his arms, pulling his shirt taut. Your eyes move down to take in the logo printed on it: a satanic red face with horns jutting out from its skull, haunting yellow eyes, and jagged teeth. To the sides of the figure, you recognize a sword and a mace with oddly shaped dice. The words HELLFIRE CLUB are printed in bold, black letters across the top of the shirt.

“Just setting up for a club meeting,

“Hellfire Club? What’s that?”

“Only the most badass club this school has ever had.”

“Okay,” you chuckle. “Well, what do you do?”

“Asking what we don’t do would be a better question,” he answers, flicking his pointer finger matter-of-factly. “We battle evil vampires, drink ales at the local pub, discover treasure, and go on long adventures to defeat evil and save the world as we know it.”

You raise your eyebrows. 

“You…what?”

He sighs, his smile fading quickly. His lips flatten as his cheeks heat up into a soft pink.

“We play a fantasy game called Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Ohhh, yeah…” you squint your eyes and lean close, jokingly whispering, “isn’t that the game that promotes Satanic worship or whatever?”

He chuckles deeply, the sound tinged with an almost sinister tone.

“According to adults who don’t know any better.  According to the fried brains of intellectually weak and easily persuaded teenagers who are slaves to popular customs. According to the school that forces conformity on every student who goes here.”

“Forced conformity?” you repeat, nodding slowly. You shrug. “Sounds like a drag.”

His eyes flick up to catch yours. The corner of his mouth twitches up into a smile. His gaze momentarily drops down to your lips before returning to your eyes. You ignore the temptation to move closer to him and, instead, lean around his body to see what’s behind him. You gesture toward the table on which tiny figurines and sets are meticulously placed.

“So how do you play this fantasy game?”

“It’s pretty simple, really. You create a character and then you make decisions as if you were that character. You roll dice with each decision and, depending on the stats of your character, your rolls determine whether you’re successful or not.”

As he explains, you step around him to approach the table. You lower yourself down so that you’re at eye-level with the surface. Each figurine is delicately and painstakingly painted. The attention to detail is incredible. You snatch one up, a tall green figure holding a giant axe between his hands. The figurine’s face is drawn into an angry frown, the long, pointed teeth gnashed together.

“Sounds a bit like theatre, actually,” you muse.

Eddie steps up beside you, placing his palms on the table. He leans over the surface, mimicking your position.

“In a lot of ways, it is theatre. In fact, there’s actually a class that would be perfect for you,” he says, reaching to grab one of the figures.

When his arm gently brushes against yours, you gulp down your nerves. The butterflies in your stomach are flipping over each other.

“Class? What does that mean?” you ask.

“Your class is like the type of player you are. Different classes have different abilities. For example, that,” he points to the green man you’re holding, “would be a barbarian. Barbarians are super strong but not very intelligent. They can inflict a lot of damage but they’re shit when trying to solve puzzles. This, however-”

He holds his palm out flat and, nestled in it, is a woman clad in a bright orange dress with a purple crown adorning her head. She holds some kind of musical instrument in her arms; it looks like some type of medieval harp. You move a little closer to him, peering down at the figure.

“This is a bard,” he continues. You glance up into his eyes for clarification. “Bards are magic users. They weave magic through words and music to inspire allies, demoralize foes, manipulate objects and minds, and even heal wounds.”

“Wow,” you nod. "She's so beautiful and elegant."

"Mhm," Eddie hums in agreement. "She looks a lot like you, actually."

You glance up at him with a teasing smile.

“So what is, like, their most powerful spell?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the pounding of your heart.

“Bards have a ton of great spells. While not the most powerful, one particularly awesome one is Charm Person. That spell allows the bard to charm an enemy within their range. If the target fails to roll a certain number, called a saving throw, that creature is charmed by the bard until the spell ends. Super useful and very compatible with bards, since they’re extremely charismatic.”

“Oh? So…you think I’m beautiful, elegant, and charismatic?”

You allow the smirk on your face to grow across your cheeks. Eddie lifts his eyes, wide and round. He stares at you in surprise. You think you notice that blush returning to his cheeks. His eyes once again flick down to your lips. Yours do the same to his and you gently lean forward, anxiously waiting for him to make a move. For a moment, it seems like he’s giving in. But he suddenly jerks backward and clears his throat loudly. You heave a shaky breath and continue talking to dispel the awkwardness that’s festering between you.

“So, let’s say I am a bar..?”

“A bard.”

“A bard, right. How would I…cast this spell?”

“Through your instrument, whatever your character has. For a bard, their instrument is like a weapon. So instead of channeling your spells through a staff like other magic users, you would use an instrument.”

“Any kind of instrument?”

“Sure. Guitars, flutes, harps, drums-”

“What about a voice?”

“Sure, that, too. But you’d still have to have something like a microphone to channel it through.”

“Okay. And what kinds of creatures would the spell work on?”

“Oh, it could work on any. Doesn’t matter what type of creature you’re attacking. What matters is whether their stats are high enough to prevent you from succeeding. For example, in this case, creatures with low wisdom would be more likely to fail their saving throw, but a character of any class could easily fall under your spell.”

“And what class do you usually play as?”

“Well, I’m the DM, the dungeon master, so I run the game. I'm all the extra characters, the villains and anyone else the party runs into along their journey. But when I do play, I always go for a ranger or a bard.”

“Really? Wait, you don’t sing, too, do you?”

“God no. I think that’d be torture for everyone. I do play guitar, though. I’m in a band, actually.”

“Oh…” you say, perking up.

Your heart flutters. Everyone knows that guys in bands are way hot. Your gaze falls onto Eddie’s long, slender digits. Your mind momentarily drifts into a daydream of those fingers dancing across the strings of a guitar. You shake your head to snap yourself back into the present.

“Yeah, Corroded Coffin," he continues. "We play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. We get a crowd…of about five drunks.”

You laugh, shaking your head. He’s funny, too? You’re starting to think you should get out of there before he charms his way right into your life. Silence settles for a few minutes as you both waver awkwardly in the space between you. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to get out of there, and you probably should since your friends are waiting for you. But you can’t bring yourself to end this moment with Eddie. Something about him is drawing you in, begging you to stay a little longer.

“So would this charm spell…" you start, "would it work on say…another bard, perhaps?”

The hint of a smile tugs at his lips. He turns toward you, leaning against his elbow on the table. His head flops to the side, his jawline pulled tightly and sharply against his skin, the muscles in his neck taut. Your eyes snap over to appreciate his bone structure for just a second.

“Depends,” he says, his voice dropping to a low tone.

“On what?” you answer, embarrassed by the breathy undertone of your voice.

“Just how good of a singer are you?”

You haven’t really noticed, but you’re suddenly acutely aware of the fact that you’re standing so close to each other. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice your fingers on the table. Your fingertips are just millimeters away from touching Eddie’s. Your eyes are locked in a trance.

“I’m unmatched,” you reply teasingly.

“Oh yeah?”

“I can prove it. If I have to.”

“Please, my lady,” he gestures to the space in between you, “the floor’s yours.”

You straighten up and clear your throat. You take a deep breath and center yourself, just as your voice teacher had taught you to do. Once you open your mouth, you forget where you are and who you are. Whenever you sing, you’re transported to another place and time, where everything in the world is right and safe and happy. You almost feel like you’re flying, like your soul has sprouted wings.

Over the years, you’ve been told that you have a nice, clear, strong voice. You’re no Whitney Houston by any means. But as you belt out the lyrics to Sandy’s melancholy “Hopelessly Devoted to You,” you can feel the way your voice moves through your throat. You know when you’ve hit a note confidently. After a few bars, you allow your voice to fade out, holding the last note for a few seconds longer than usual.

Once finished, you open your eyes. Eddie’s eyebrows are raised, eyes wide. He’s looking up at you like you’re a piece of art, like you’re a beautiful landscape painting. You feel heat immediately gathering in your neck and face. You chuckle nervously and drop back onto the table, hunching your shoulders over. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds and you gulp, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. His silence is making you second-guess your talent. Maybe you’re not as impressive as you thought you were…

“You sound like an angel,” he finally says, in a tone just above a hushed whisper.

You look up at him, your heart beating erratically against your chest. Your palms are growing clammy with every second. Your eyes drop down to his mouth. You can’t tear your gaze away when his lips part. He’s even closer now than you realized and his head is tilted down toward yours. His gentle brown eyes are focused hard on your face, trained on your lips. The veins in his neck are pulsing with his heartbeat. You can just barely see his collarbone peeking out from underneath his shirt. Your eyes start to flutter closed as he leans a smidge closer.

“I take it the spell worked, then?” you whisper, finally tearing your eyes up to his.

He doesn’t respond, his eyes still sewn to your lips. He dips down. You raise your head up to meet his lowering one. The moment your lips connect, you know you’re a goner. Your fingers curl into a fist on the table, your fingertips tingling to feel his skin. His lips are soft and warm, encapsulating yours comfortably. He pushes against you firmly and you love the feeling of the pressure. When your lips part, you both waver in the space between, the heat of your bodies mixing. Wasting no time, Eddie’s head juts forward and he kisses you again, a little harder this time. His hand finds its way to your waist and he grasps onto you, pulling you a step closer to him. Your hands slide onto his chest, your fingers curling into his shirt to hold his lips on yours. You tilt your heads to reach each other better and-

“Y/N, are you coming? I-ope!”

Your lips slip from Eddie’s and you whirl around with wide eyes. Your friend, Caroline, is standing offstage, her hands wrapped around her mouth.

“Caroline!” you shout. “Oh my god! I-I forgot you were waiting for me. I’m sorry.”

“Oh no,” Caroline responds. When she drops her hands, a wide smile is pulled across her lips. “No, that’s totally fine. I didn’t mean to…interrupt here. We were just wondering what happened to you.”

“What? Nothing happened. I…” you stutter, glancing back at Eddie.

He’s leaning against the table, his head dropped so that you can’t see his eyes. You’re feeling frazzled, totally caught off-guard. You shake your head. You can’t stop the goofy smile that raises to your lips. You can feel yourself growing hot again, the embarrassment of a teenage crush raging through your entire body.

“Eddie was just helping me find my jacket, and we were…uh…”

“I’ll tell them to wait up for a few more minutes,” Caroline replies. “But we can’t wait forever. We’re late as it is.”

“Thanks,” you reply, shooting her a grateful expression. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

Caroline just laughs, throwing up a dismissive hand as she spins on her heel and disappears into the shadows. Releasing a breath, you turn back toward Eddie. He lifts his head. His cheeks are definitely a bright pink now. His bangs are hanging in his face, covering part of his eyes. He looks adorable, like a bashful puppy, and you almost laugh at how strange his softness looks draped all in black and red.

“Well, I guess I’d better get going. Thank you for this,” you say, gesturing toward the jacket.

“Anytime. I think, uh, you’re missing a spot, though,” he says.

“What?”

You furrow your eyebrows, holding the jacket up to examine it. You peer closer at the fabric as you discover the awkward empty space he’s referring to. The pin that belonged there must have come unfastened and gotten knocked off. You groan, your fingertip running over the vacant holes where the pin used to be secured.

“If you wanted, you could, uh…you can have this one,” he continues, stretching his hand out.

On his palm is a pin. You swipe it from his grasp and smile when you see what’s printed on it. It’s a Judas Priest pin. You smile and hurriedly clip it onto the jacket.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

He just nods. You waver awkwardly for a moment, unsure whether you should do something besides just saying goodbye. A thought suddenly occurs to you.

“Oh hey, you should come see the musical. Our first show is tomorrow night. And I am the lead, so I can promise a charismatic show.”

“Yeah...listen, um, musical theatre isn’t really my thing,” he answers.

You nod, your face falling, your heart crashing onto the floor. You feel stupid. Of course, it’s not his thing. Why did you even ask?

“But..” he continues. Your eyes widen in hope. “If you’re in it, maybe you’ll change my mind, Angel.”

You can’t do anything this time to stop the smile from overtaking you. His use of a pet name for you only makes you smile harder.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. As long as you don’t use Charm Person on me.”

“I’ll try my best not to. But no promises.”

You both share a mischievous smirk, your heart fluttering with every breath you take. You clutch hard onto your jacket.

“Well, I guess, I’ll see you around,” you say.

You wiggle your fingers coquettishly, shooting him a flirty smile. As soon as you turn your back on him, you bite your lip hard, silently cheering to yourself. You only make it a few steps before his voice stops you.

“Hey, uh, Y/N?”

You pause and turn to glance over your shoulder.

“You should maybe come see the band, too. We cover a lot of Judas Priest, so maybe you’d have a good time. As it happens, we're actually in the market for a lead singer, too. If you're interested. I don’t know…”

You giggle softly and bite your lip.

“I tell you what, Eddie. If you come see me tomorrow night, I’ll drop by a show. You said Tuesdays at The Hideout, right?”

“Yep,” Eddie nods. “Corroded Coffin.”

“We don’t have rehearsals on Tuesdays,” you say. “Looks like you’re in luck. I’ll think about it.”

Eddie catches his lip between his teeth. There your heart goes, fluttering away again. Too nervous for a kiss and too excited for a hug, you settle on giving him a small peck. You quickly kiss his cheek and then dash away. You feel like a silly teenage girl but you love every second of it. You giggle as he shouts after you.

“See you tomorrow, Angel!”

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[wosieposiecozy]

Some of my favorite ships from media I like because... Idk :P

Fluttershy x rainbowdash 🦋🌈 flutterdash

Crowley x aziraphale 🐦‍⬛🕊️ ineffable husbands

Sam x max 🚔 freelance husbands

Kevin x streber 🍭🧪 candybats

Lila x patty 🪻💀 deadlavender

Radford x Rick 🍿💤 bitterpopcorn

Jaune and her husband ☀️🐍 idk but sunnysnakes ?? ^_^

Nurse bendy x Stephanie 💅🐦‍⬛

Red guy x duck 🧶🦆 fluffy bird

Yellow guy x no one (aroace king)

Brian x Scott 🧟‍♂️🐺

Frog detective x Sherman 🐸🦥

Sasha x Mila 🕶️🪷

Clarice x pansy 🐑🐇

That's all I can think rn

[chaoschooseme]

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Αυτά.🦋

[cleorhodes]

“y tengo.” arruga la nariz, preparandose para lo que va a decir. “es solo que casi tiene la misma cantidad de años que llevo en el pueblo.” agrega avergonzada de si misma pero de todas formas riendo al terminar de hablar. “juro que no soy así con todo, es solo que fue quedando olvidado y lo descubrí esta mañana.” tal vez exageró y no tiene ocho años, pero si ya pasó su fecha de expiración por un largo tiempo. “yo creo que falta muy poco para que lo seamos.” bromea también. “no tengo idea, solo espero que sea lo antes posible o va a volverse muy aterrador.”

“técnicamente estamos abiertos, aunque no le veo la diversión a una tienda de música sin energía eléctrica.” trata de dejar en claro que ella también está bastante aburrida, aunque la compañía de mila puede ser lo necesario para alegrar el ánimo del lugar. “culparía la falta de café pero tal vez sea la falta de luz también.” bromea, aunque el no tomar café en todo el día está hacer estragos en su cuerpo. “¿crees que se solucionará pronto?”

[cheetoschildren]

WELCOME TO THE CHEETOVERSE!

Here, I have gathered all of my brain children (and a few grandchildren) into one place so you can ask them/talk to them about stuff!

**I AM WORKING ON CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS FOR THE INCOMPLETE ONES. THE MOST FLESHED OUT CHARACTERS ALREADY HAVE ONE.**

--If I accidentally reblog something over here, just ignore it. I'll fix it eventually.--

-RULES-

-Send as many asks as you like! :D

-Roleplaying is OKAY and ENCOURAGED!!!

-Asking as your OC is okay!

-Roleplaying as characters from the fandoms they're from is okay!

-NSFW topics are NOT OKAY and WILL NOT BE ANSWERED

-Anon asks are turned off so that if you decide to be hateful, I can tell who it is. To distinguish your RP characters, if you have several, pick an emoji for each, and put it at the bottom of the ask! :D

-Please do not fight with each other :) it is stressful for me

-I don't have many reaction images of the characters themselves to use. I need to work on that and do expression practice with all of em lol. I'll substitute with other images.

-Don't harass! :D

-Rules will be added as needed~

Universes They Belong To

Mila - 2012TMNT/Tangled the Series

Diana - 2012TMNT/ROTTMNT

Abigail - ROTTMNT

Nova, Mirror Mirage - MLP

Selene, Vidette, Hunter, Charlotte, Harper - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Egg - TDAC

Ashlyn - Dwampyverse (specifically Milo Murphy's Law)

Mei, Nix - Invader Zim Sky, Star, Venus, Holly, Saturn - TSAMS

Character Ages

Mirror Mirage - older than Nova Nova - 320+, but has the intelligence of a young adult. Selene - 23 (Married) Diana - 23 (rottmnt), 14 (2012 TMNT) Vidette - 21 (Married) Mei - between 16 and 19 depending on the storyline (Married) Star - 17 Ashlyn - 16 Venus - 15 Abigail - 14 Mila - 12 Sky - 10 Holly - 9 Egg - 9 Saturn - Technically a few months old, but has the intelligence of an adult.

(Occasionally existing kids)

Vidette's kids: -Hunter - 8 (Born first) -Charlotte - 8 (Born Second) Selene's kid: -Harper - 6 Mei's kid: -Nix - baby or toddler

✨OCS/DESCRIPTIONS✨

🐈‍⬛ #Abigail (Rottmnt) Abby charater description

🛸 #Mei Membrane (Invader Zim) Mei character description

🐈 #Mila Hamato (TMNT2012/Tangled) Mila character description

-Moodboard

🦢 #Diana Leery (TMNT2012/ROTTMNT) Diana character description (WIP)

-Moodboard

🦋 #Nova Calamity (MLP G4/5) Nova character description

🪞 -Mirror Mirage (MLP G4/5) Mirror character description (WIP)

🌦️ #Cloudy Skies (Fnaf/Tsams) Sky character description

✨ -Star (Fnaf/Tsams)

🐊 -Venus (Fnaf/Tsams)

👻 #Holly/harvest moon (Tsams) Holly character description

🪐 #Saturn (Tsams) Saturn character description

💔 #Vidette (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss) Vidette character description

🐇 -Egg (TDAC) ( )

🕰️-Ashlyn Chance (Milo Murphy's Law/P&F/H&G) Ashlyn Character Description (WIP)

[wlflyy]

Chce wam opowiedzieć pewna historie ktora mi sie przydarzyla, a nie byla zbyt mila.

Bylam w pracy, juz skonczylismy robote, bylismy w szatni i sie przebieralismy wraz z taka nasza nauczycielka, z dziewczynami zaczelismy temat o odchudzaniu. Moja dziewczyna powiedziala ze ja chce jeszcze bardziej schudnąć, no i ja to potwierdziłam(mowilam wszystkim ze chce jedynie to 50kg, a to klamstwo ofc) i jedna kolezanka powiedziala, ze jak bede tak chudnac to dostane anoreksji i ja do niej takie, ze ja chodze do psychiatry i psychiatra mi sam potwierdzil anoreksje i wtedy moja nauczycielka sie odpalila. Uwaga cytuje jej slowa: „Wiesz co, mialam taka uczennice ktora byla od ciebie o polowe mniejsza, nic praktycznie nie jadla, miala problemy ze wszystkim bo byla chuda jak patyk, zmuszalam ja do jedzenia, zeby cokolwiek zjadla, bo mama sie ja nie interesowala. Nie chce cie obrazić ale ty nie masz anoreksji, bo ty wygladasz normalnie.”

Kocham ta pania bardzo, ale te slowa mnie kompletnie zalamaly. Dlaczego starsi ludzie tak bardzo podważają anoreksje? Dlaczego oni sądzą, ze anoreksje maja tylko wychudzeni ludzie? Anoreksja to przeciez nie tylko wygląd, ale tok myślenia i postepowania. Hah… no ale przeciez

Wygladasz normalnie, masz normalna wage nie mozesz miec anoreksji.

To jest moja kolejna motywacja, zeby bardziej sie wychudzic, aby udowodnić, ze mam anoreksje, bo z normalna waga i nawet potwierdzeniem przez psychiatrę i tak nie mam anoreksji 💁🏻‍♀️ (taki overthinking o 5:33 🤪)

Jestem na dobrej drodze, bo czuje, ze schudlam i od dzisiaj zaczynam diete Draculary, wiec jeszcze bardziej sie ciesze!

Chudego dnia motylki 🦋🦋🦋

[enmi-land]

you can imagine my surprise when i finally have freedom from my hell of a uni and go on tumblr only to not be able to find mila. it took me so long to figure out you made a new blog 😭

do i sense the want for ice dancers!mihoon to make a resurgence?

- 🌺 nonnie

YOU’RE HEREEEEEE 😭😭naurrr bc when i realised i no longer had my blog i just 😭😭😭 but glad to see that you found my blog in the end 😞🌷🩷 BUT LMG YES!! i was watching isu with my mum the other night and it made me crave for ice dancers!minion so much you have no idea 🥹🥹 so whenever you’re free my lovely 🌺nonnie my inbox is wide open 🦋✨✨